EIFF 5: Flower power

The EIFF is a rare festival that embraces animated films - it's closing with Pixar's Brave this year - and the programmers have also managed to hold up the release of Dr Seuss' The Lorax in Britain so it can premiere here first. Meanwhile, rainy, grey weather in Edinburgh have sent audiences into cinemas, where they've had a chance to explore films that are far more interesting than the blockbusters showing everywhere else. And festival delegates are a bit tender after last night's high-spirited ceilidh, which was attended by jurors Elliott Gould and Jim Broadbent and featured haggis, fresh Lochfyne oysters, neeps and tatties, whisky and some hilarious moves on the dance floor by delegates struggling to remember the steps.

The Lorax
dir Chris Renaud; voices Danny DeVito, Ed Helms 12/UK **
Dr Seuss' eco-fable is transformed into a raucous adventure comedy in this colourful animated feature. And it's a little embarrassing really. Not only has the story been padded out with lame jokes and unnecessary side plots, but the film's pacing is all over the place, leaving both kids and their parents bored... FULL REVIEW

Unconditional
dir Bryn Higgins; with Christian Cooke, Harry McEntire 12/UK ****
With a break-out performance from rising star McEntire, this engaging but increasingly creepy British drama really gets under the skin as it explores issues of attraction and identity in some pretty challenging ways. In Newcastle, 17-year-old twins Kristen and Harry (Melanie Hill and McEntire) both fall for the charming fast-talker Liam (Cooke), and when Liam latches onto Owen, all three find themselves in a mind-bending situation. The characters are grappling with power, sexuality, gender and desire in startlingly complex ways that get under our skin. Some of the scripting is a bit pushy, and it kind of wallows in Owen's struggle to decide what he wants, but the naturalistic, internalised performances bring it to life, especially as events twist in unexpected directions.

Eddie: The Sleepwalking Cannibal
dir Boris Rodriguez; with Thure Lindhardt, Dylan Smith 11/Can ***.
Only the black senses of humour of both Denmark and Canada could have produced a film like this one, which is so deranged that we feel a bit guilty about laughing at it. The plot is very silly: young, famed painter Lars (Lindhardt) moves to rural Canada to escape the pressure of artists' block. Working in a struggling art college, he's asked to take care of the gentle giant Eddie (Smith), whose nocturnal activities spark Lars' creative juices in increasingly grisly ways. Moral messiness aside, the film is gleefully deranged, never remotely trying to balance the characters with complexity of thought or feeling. But there are some nicely subtle touches about bullying and artistic snobbery. And even if it's ultimately rather slight, it's also hilariously grisly.

Black's Game
dir Oskar Thor Axelsson; with Thorvaldur David Kristjansson, Johannes Haukur Johannesson 11/Ice ***.
Owing rather a lot to Guy Ritchie's flashy, kinetic filmmaking style (specifically Snatch), this black comedy gradually shifts from goofy comedy to very dark drama as it progresses through a story of violence and drugs. At the centre is Stebbi (Kristjansson), a young guy in trouble with the law who is straightened out by his childhood pal Toti (Johannesson), who's now a drug dealer. So "straightened out" perhaps isn't the right term. Together they launch a massive drug import network to challenge the current mob boss, and things get very, very messy. Oddly, the film starts as a freewheeling romp, with Stebbi's ascent into the high life as a dream come true. Director Axelsson stages all of this with energy and style, holding our interest through sheer personality and keeping our sympathies with Stebbi even as things turn intensely nasty.

EIFF 4: Searching for paradise

And so we come to EIFF's first weekend, and I'm only mildly backlogged on writing these blog reviews. Still, I'm taking tonight off to attend the festival's annual ceilidh, which I have never managed to go to before. I only wish I had my kilt with me - it's not doing much good hanging in my closet in London! At this halfway point in the festival I've seen 26 films. The best so far have been Tabu and The Imposter...

Tabu

dir Miguel Gomes; with Teresa Madrugada, Laura Soveral 12/Por *****

Acclaimed and awarded at this year's Berlinale, this artful Portuguese film is simply magical. It's a three-chapter exploration of the idea of paradise, with distinct stories connected by three women who live next door to each other in Lisbon. The prologue is a historical myth about a despondent king, the middle bit centres on the offbeat interaction between the three women, and the third, longest story is an extended flashback about one woman's exotic, romantic life at the foot of Mt Tabu in Africa. All three segments confront Portugal's colonial history in Africa, but filmmaker Gomes does this in an ambitiously personal way that draws us straight into the emotional interaction between the characters. Shot in pristine, timeless black and white, the film is so playful and breathtakingly intimate that we would happily sit there watching it all day. Engaging and haunting, it also refuses to fit into our expectations of movie structure - a real masterpiece

Jackpot

dir Magnus Martens; with with Kyrre Hellum, Mads Ousdal 11/Nor ****

Like Headhunters, which was also based on a Jo Nesbo story, this Norwegian thriller almost plays more like a black comedy than an action movie. It's packed with hilarious characters and situations, but is also rather intensely gripping and gleefully violent... FULL REVIEW ...

Flying Blind

dir Katarzyna; with Helen McCrory, Najib Oudghiri 12/UK ***

It's terrific to see the wonderful McCrory in a leading role as a strong, intelligent and sexy middle-aged woman. And she's superb as a top aerospace expert who falls for much-younger Algerian man (Oudghiri). Yes, in her role as a military contractor, having a torrid romance with a Muslim looks a bit iffy to her colleagues, but this is precisely why she refuses to give in to outside pressure. On the other hand, the script lays in so much suspicion and subterfuge that her actions start looking downright silly as the story develops. And there are more than a few contrived twists and turns before the movie strains itself into political thriller territory. It also doesn't help that the film is shot largely in close-up, like a TV movie, which is what it feels like. A superior one, perhaps, but not as complex as it should have been, especially with such a fine performance at its centre.

One Mile Away

dir Penny Woolcock; with Dylan, Shabba, Zimbo, Yt 12/UK ****

Woolcock returns to the scene of her 2009 rap musical 1 Day for this documentary about the two main feuding gangs in Birmingham, the Burgers and the Johnsons. But what makes this film so notable is that it centres on one guy from each gang who is committed to finding a route to peace between the gangs. Dylan, who starred in 1 Day, is from Burgers turf, and immediately finds some high-profile assistance in his neighbourhood. By contrast, it takes Shabba a full year before he gets support from any Johnsons. Along the way, we meet all kinds of people who have telling insights on the situation, which has resonance for conflicts around the world. And even more interesting is the way the film probes into the reasons behind this black-on-black violence (mainly the male ego!), as well as the whole issue of police racism, which is vividly documented on-screen. So since the film's climactic section encompasses the August 2011 riots, it says even more than Woolcock could have intended when she started.

EIFF 3: Feel the squeeze

Another day of grey skies and driving rain in Edinburgh, perfect weather for watching films at the EIFF. The programme here is feeling increasingly Sundancey, with American and British indie dramas interspersed with offbeat foreign gems. There have been couple of standouts and a couple of duds, but nothing starry enough to grab headlines. Which is fine with me...

The Life and Times of Paul the Psychic Octopus
dir Alexandre Phillippe; with Chris Davis, Mike Stock 12/US ****
Paul the octopus achieved global fame for predicting eight out of eight winners in the 2010 World Cup, including the champions, far too accurate to be chance. This high-spirited doc tells his story while also exploring our historical obsession with oracles of all shapes and sizes. The filmmakers interview everyone from bookies and mediums to animal handlers and footballers. It's a rather chaotically structured film, with a bit too much wacky animation, but it's thoroughly entertaining, often laugh-out-loud hilarious. And it also has something important to say about human fascination with the unexplained. If you can take it on faith, that is.

The Rest of the World
dir Damien Odoul; with Marie-Eve Nadeau, Judith Morisseau 12/Fr ***
Watching films about dysfunctional families is never pleasant, partly because of the intimate nature of all that interpersonal destruction. But also because there are inevitably things we recognise about ourselves and our own family interaction, whether we admit it or not. But this film will strain the patience of even the most intrepid filmgoer as it centres on three deeply disturbed sisters, their even more messed up dad and their psychotic monster of a stepmum (a thunderous Emmannuelle Beart). Two of the sisters are especially bothered: Eve (Nadeau) has just discovered that she's pregnant by her dead boyfriend, while Judith (Morisseau) is sure that her true biological father is a mythical ex-boyfriend of her late mother. It's an observant, insightful film, but also rather exhausting.

Never Too Late
dir Ido Fluk; with Niny Geffen, Keren Berger 11/Isr ***
After eight years living all around South America, 30-year-old Herzl (Geffen) reruns home to Tel Aviv to see his mother. But he's unable to settle in, taking a job that sends him around the country, where he visits old friends and tries to come to grips with his life. The key issue is his truncated relationship with his father, who died while he was away. This is one of those nicely shot, acted and edited films that simply wanders through its running time with no sense of direction, as if the director is exorcising personal demons through filmmaking. There are superb sequences along the way that will resonate with audiences, but as a whole it feels pretty aimless and mopey. Fluk shows some real skill with long, complicated takes that retain a sense of earthy rawness, so hopefully his next film will have a bit more focus and drive to it as well.

Young Dudes
dir DJ Chen; with Wang Po-chief, Abe Tsuyoshi 12/Tai **
The lead characters in this Taipei comedy-fantasy are like Bill and Ted's bratty little brothers, two unlikely best pals (Wang and Tsuyoshi) who form a rock band and team up with a Russian girl (Larisa Barukova) to launch a one-world movement that will help humanity survive the coming apocalypse. Or something. The film is so deliberately wacky that we can't grab hold of it, with some rampant overacting, plus nutty camerawork, editing and effects as the film gets increasingly surreal. The early scenes promise an intriguing satire of internet-addicted youth, technological oppression and moral relativism, but the film simply descends into random silliness, from cute puppies to wistful star-gazing. And in the end the script itself admits that the filmmaker has no idea what the movie's trying to say. But young slackers may find a lot to enjoy anyway.

EIFF 2: Wide-screen epic

Day 2 at EIFF saw the return of David Lean's epic Lawrence of Arabia to the big screen where it belongs, thanks to a 50th anniversary digital restoration and a new release by Park Curcus. On the other hand, after three gloriously warm and sunny days, the drizzle set in this morning, and it looks like it'll be wet for the next few days at least. Ah well. At least we have good (if a bit blurry) memories of the opening night party last night at the National Museum of Scotland, complete with a Killer Joe bar, a fresh oyster station and a photo booth. I even had a celebrity encounter, running into one of my favourite actors, Brian Cox, as I walked in the room!

Lovely Molly
dir Eduardo Sanchez; with Gretchen Lodge, Johnny Lewis 11/US **
Eerie and atmospheric, this is yet another pointless point-of-view ghost thriller, like The Blair Witch Project (which was co-written and co-directed by Sanchez). There are some intriguing ideas here, but the script never makes anything interesting of them... FULL REVIEW >

Fred
dir Richard Ledes; with Elliott Gould, Fred Melamed 12/US **
Having its world premiere here in Edinburgh, with Gould on the competition jury, this low-key indie drama struggles to hold our attention as it meanders through its rather stagey story. Confined to one location and a handful of characters, it's about a senile couple (Gould and Judith Roberts) whose children want them to move into assisted living in the city. But Dad stubbornly refuses to leave, even though he can't quite remember why. The film is mannered and full of irrelevant details, plus a few awkwardly staged scenes that don't feel very honest. Performances are a little over the top as well, with lots of important-sounding dialog that doesn't really mean anything, plus a few theatrical plot points that feel portentous without conveying anything. Still, there are some powerful moments here and there, and some moving scenes too, mainly involving the live-in nurse (Mfoniso Udofia). But in the end the filmmaker overreaches without giving us anything to really take with us.

The Imposter
dir Bart Layton; with Frederick Bourdin, Carey Gibson 12/UK ****.
The film of the fest so far, this narrative documentary plays out like a dramatic thriller as it recounts an outrageous true story about deception. The fimakers interview everyone involved, which narrates events from every side as 23-year-old Bourdin pretended to be a 16-year-old Texan who had been missing for three and a half years. And the boy's family accepted Bourdin as the missing teen, even though he spoke with an accen and had the wrong eye colour! As truths emerges, the mystery actually deepens, involving US political officials, the FBI and a private investigator who should have his own movie. This is an extremely well-made film, with gorgeously shot interviews and re-creations that are hugely evocative. It also unfurls each twist in the tale with maximum suspense value, keeping us glued to the screen with a plot that's even wilder than the similar Catch Me If You Can or I Love You Phillip Morris. Surely a dramatic feature will be made some day, but it can hardly be better than this.

Flicker
dir Patrik Eklund; with Kjell Bergqvist, Allan Svensson 12/Swe ****
Dry Scandinavian humour infuses this wacky multi-strand comedy with a sharp sense of both the silliness of human ambition and the darker corners of derailed hopes. Set in he present day in a telecoms company that looks like it's stuck in 1975, the film takes a hilarious approach to technology as we follow four company employees: the bratty boss, a beleaguered accountant, an injured technician and a cleaner who's terrified of spiders.. All of these people have to face their fears over the course of a fateful week during which the company is attacked by anarchists. Yes, there are some serious themes at work here, including scenes that are violently and emotionally intense, but the tone is comical from the start, and the film is packed with scenes that make us laugh at the ridiculousness of people who are a little too like us for comfort.

Hospitalité
dir Koji Fukada; with Kenji Yamauchi, Kiki Sugino 10/Jpn ****
From Japan, this offbeat comedy-drama centres on a family that runs a small printing press in Tokyo. While the neighbours get up in arms about people living in shacks in heir run-down park, a new employee arrives at the shop and begins to shake up the family. The owner and his young second wife, his sister and his young daughter are all affected by this stranger, who brings his foreign wife to live with him. And as be begins to take over, his intentions are revealed through a surreal series of events that are packed with dry wit and wacky slapstick. It's the absurdity that mkes the film so so much fun to watch, especially for fans of Ozu or Buñuel, as relationships are strained and redefined forever.

EIFF 1: The kickoff

The rebooted 66th Edinburgh International Film Festival kicks off tonight with William Friedkin's Killer Joe, starring Emile Hirsch, Juno Temple, Gina Gershon, Matthew McConaughey and Thomas Haden Church.

Killer Joe
dir William Friedkin; with Emile Hirsch, Matthew McConaughey 11/US ***.
This film's unhinged plot constantly catches us off guard with its bizarre twists and turns, all of which are grounded on the hapless characters. But despite strong filmmaking, it feels like we're watching a play, especially in the contained final act... FULL REVIEW >

Hail
dir Amiel Courtin-Wilson; with Daniel P Jones, Leanne Letch 11/Aus ***
Based on the real experiences of Jones, who plays a version of himself, this intensely personal drama gets under the skin quickly and stays there. The filmmaking is sometimes a bit pretentiously arty, but there's such a gritty earthiness to the film that it's impossible to look away. Jones and Letch have terrific chemistry, bouncing off each other with charming sweetness and hot tempers that could tear each other apart. This is a story about an ex-con drug addict who desperately wants to make his squalid life better, but he's terrified of change. So what chance does he have? Haunting and important, but at times difficult to watch.

Pusher
dir Luis Prieto; with Richard Coyle, Agyness Deyn 12/UK **
Coyle is superb as a cocky low-life London drug dealer whose life takes a few nasty twists and turns - bad luck combined with risky decisions that squeeze him into a nasty corner. Coyle also has terrific chemistry with his sidekick Bronson Webb, which is strained to he breaking point, drawing out some intriguing subtext that the script seems frightened to explore. And this is a big problem. There's little here that hasn't been said in countless urban London dramas, and the central relationship between Coyle and Deyn never remotely ignites, which kind of leaves us unable to really sympathise with anyone in the story.

The Invader
dir Nicolas Provost; with Issaka Sawadogo, Stefania Rocco 11/Bel ***.
This extremely detailed exploration of one man's odyssey is provocative and riveting, even when it takes some grim turns. It centres on Amadou, an illegal immigrant from somewhere in French-speaking Africa (the charming, intimidating Sawadogo) who ends up in urban Belgium trying to survive. He's clearly a smart, resourceful guy, and everyone he meets likes him, but his status makes getting ahead impossible. After breaking from his traffickers, he meets Agnes (Rocco), and sees her as his greatest hope. But this of course puts a bit too much pressure on her, which leads Amadou into a spiral of dehumanising frustration. The film looks terrific, with a sharp sense of human physicality and glassy modern life. But where the story heads is also very, very dark, which makes he film sometimes feel rather melodramatic.

In non-festival screening news, I also watched: Steve Carell and Keira Knightley in the funny and ultimately moving apocalyptic drama Seeking a Friend for the End of the World; Benjamin Walker in Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter, which we know would be ridiculous before we even saw it; Jean Dujardin and Gilles Lellouche in The Players, a French anthology about infidelity that's riotously funny and surprisingly pointed; another anthology film, 7 Days in Havana, an engaging if rather superficial collection of dramas directed by Gaspar Noe, Elia Suleiman, Benicio Del Toro and others; and the eerie drama Electrick Children, about a 15-year-old from an isolated religious community who is sure she's had an immaculate conception.

Critical Week: Man candy

This week's big press screening was for Steven Soderbergh's Magic Mike, the male-stripper drama based on the experiences of Channing Tatum (pictured above with costars Matt Bomer, Joe Manganiello and Matthew McConaughey). As if the film's heterosexual emphasis wasn't enough, the UK distributor screened the film to us after showing the England-France Euro2012 first-round match in the cinema, so it smelled like a locker room in there. Alas, comments on the film itself are embargoed for a couple of weeks.

Keeping with the theme here, we also saw heartthrob Robert Pattinson's new film Cosmopolis, a Cannes entry directed by David Cronenberg that's sleek and intriguing but ultimately impenetrable. Cillian Murphy stars in Red Lights, an increasingly strained supernatural debunking thriller costarring Robert DeNiro and Sigourney Weaver. Adrien Brody stars in Detachment, a ranty drama from Tony Kaye about the education system. And from Australia, we had the corny slapstick farce A Few Best Men with rising-star hottie Xavier Samuel.

And to appeal to our minds, we saw two potent docs: Searching for Sugar Man is a fascinating story of a forgotten Detroit musician whose failed recording career wasn't quite as disastrous as he thought, since he was bigger than Elvis and the Stones in South Africa. And Ai Weiwei: Never Sorry vividly chronicles the life and work of the charismatic, outspoken Chinese artist who is notoriously in trouble with his own government.
 

This coming week, London critics are watching Keira Knightley and Steve Carell in Seeking a Friend for the End of the World, Jean Dujardin and Michel Hazanavicius' next collaboration The Players, the Jo Nesbo thriller Jackpot, the Cannes-contending anthology 7 Days in Havana and the acclaimed Mormo-youth drama Electrick Children.

Finally, I'm heading to Scotland on Monday for the 66th Edinburgh International Film Festival (18 June-1 July), so the blog will reflect what I'm watching there on a daily basis over the next couple of weeks.

Critical Week: Wanted dead or alive

Two big press screenings for UK critics this week. First was Rock of Ages, the 80s power-ballad musical starring Tom Cruise (above, yes really), Catherine Zeta-Jones, Alec Baldwin and Russell Brand. Our comments are embargoed until next weekend. And then there was Ridley Scott's eagerly anticipated Prometheus, which was only shown to the press the day before it opened in UK cinemas. The studio needn't have worried: everyone is loving the film, which isn't quite the Alien prequel everyone expected but is hugely entertaining and visually stunning, especially in Imax 3D.

The only two of my online screeners I managed to get to over the rainy long weekend were Detachment, Tony Kaye's overly bleak exploration of the education system starring Adrien Brody, and Neon Flesh, a Spanish black comedy thriller that looks amazing but never makes much sense out of its fragmented plot.

Otherwise I've been keeping up with TV shows, including the final episodes in this series of Mad Men, which just keeps getting more insanely intense episode by brilliant episode. Will anyone be standing at the end? Meanwhile, Game of Thrones is struggling to bring all those plot strands to some sort of conclusion - I never feel like I get enough of any of them. Comedy-wise I'm loving the first series of Veep, enjoying the second series of Episodes and still making my mind up about the self-indulgent but funny Girls.

This coming week London critics twill be watching, among other things, Channing Tatum in Stephen Soderbergh's stripper comedy-drama Magic Mike, Robert Pattinson in David Cronenberg's urban drama Cosmopolis, Cillian Murphy and Robert DeNiro in the Spanish drama Red Lights, Olivia Newton-John in the Aussie comedy A Few Best Men, and the documentaries Ai Weiwei: Never Sorry and The Imposter.