There were few film critics as good as Roger Ebert. He was an influence on millions, myself included, and was probably the best known critic in not just America, but the world. Ask any amateur film critic who their idols are, and his name would more than likely come up.
The Naughty Room is local musician/film-maker Cosmo Jarvis’s film debut.
I, like most right-minded human beings on this planet, adore Francis Ford Coppola’s Godfather and Godfather Part 2. I love them. All I need to see is Bonasera proclaiming “I believe in America” and I’m away. Absorbed.
Director Wes Anderson supposedly styled this tale of eloping twelve year olds after elements of his own youth, and that comes as the film’s motif; about children, made by adults, and for adults.
This is the most hyped, anticipated, expected, awaited and pushed film of the year, bar none. The only film that comes close to this is the Avengers, in terms of sheer hype.
You’d be hard pushed to find someone at the moment who isn’t aware of the Avengers movie. Everywhere you look, from the IMDb top 250 to the sides of buses, you will see the Avengers. In truth, it was a little hard to know what to expect; on the one hand, this could be the same but bigger, with Iron Man, Thor, et al just doing their individual bit and leaving. On the other hand, this could have been something a bit more complex, a film that explores relationships within the group and ditches the recent Blockbuster conventions to deliver something deeper, that does justice to the decades of character that sprung from this film’s source, the Stan Lee Marvel comics.
Presumably, a lot of eyes were rolled when this film was released onto the unsuspecting public. Taking a well-known historical figure and placing him in a film with some kind of contemporary twist has never, ever ended well for anyone (take Churchill, The Hollywood Years).
This is one of those films you probably haven’t heard of, that remains obscure despite its big name cast (Hilary Swank and Patrick Swayze), and that is actually quite good. I watched it with the thought in my head that it’s a damn shame this wasn’t caught up by more people. It is an original and darkly funny little gem, mining the vein opened by Tarantino in intertwining stories and off the wall characters, and it overcomes its flaws with boldness.
When people talk about Paul Thomas Anderson (who is surely one of the best directors alive today) they think of There Will Be Blood, Magnolia, etc. All great films, most of which are worthy of the title ‘masterpiece’. Yet one film is invariably left unspoken of, and that is Hard Eight, his little-known, much-maligned first feature, which I’m told was riddled with studio interference.
The Devil Inside begins with an unnecessarily expository sequence showing the gratuitous aftermath of the killing of three people. In a horrendously jarring faux documentary style, the camera lurches from body to body, before the killer, a possessed woman called Maria, leaps at the camera in what I roughly perceived to be a “jump” moment. But to jump would suggest a build-up of tension, which in turns shows some technical skill, and this dreadful film has none of those things in any measure.
The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, a thoroughly charming and delightfully British effort, will no doubt become a stalwart of the Christmas and Boxing day rituals of years to come. It emanates goodwill out of every pore, with its delightful story of people at retirement age taking a trip to India to see the eponymous hotel in India, and finding it to be falling apart at the seams, as its manager, Sonny (Dev Patel), tries to make ends meet.
Upon hearing of the remake, and being slightly aware of the influence and fanbase of this film, I finally made a conscious decision to watch it. It’s the Anime that non-Anime fans like, up there with Spirited Away, a massively popular piece of cyberpunk/science fiction/nihilistic/post apocalyptic cinema that transcends most genres and becomes a work of it’s own. Not just an excellent Anime, but an excellent movie: one that anybody with an appreciation of good movies can enjoy.
This slender, slight film seems destined to pick up quite a few Oscars, and by the time you’re reading this, it probably has. I can see why. Even from the synopsis alone, you can tell it’s Oscar bait. A film about a silent movie star who fails to make the leap to talkies, and finds his career coming to a standstill while the girl he helped make it to the big screen overtakes him as the biggest talking movie star on the planet. And it’s predominantly silent, and in black and white.
I am not the world’s biggest fan of documentaries, much though it shames me to say it. I often find them dry and uninteresting. I can’t invest in them in the same way I would with a fictional film. Unless it’s related specifically to something I am interested in personally, you’ll have to try very hard to get me to watch one.
This film is many things. It’s atmospheric, tense, well made, it looks very good indeed, and it has a number of set-pieces that are on a par with the ones in Paranormal Activity. The director James Watkins has made this, when he wants it to be, genuinely scary, which is a rarity these days. When the film is inside the haunted house, it is very impressive, up there with such films as The Others.