Critical Week: Watch the hands

Actual in-person screenings were back with a vengeance this week, after a recent slow stretch. And yes, it was great to settle into proper cinemas and screening rooms to watch movies on a big screen where they belong. Especially a film as visually astounding as Everything Everywhere All at Once, which stars Michelle Yeoh as a middle-aged woman thrown into parallel-reality craziness. Thankfully, the filmmakers remember that this is about real human emotions rather than wacky science. The big screen also helped with the lavishly designed Downton Abbey: A New Era, a return to the upstairs-downstairs drama with an enormous ensemble of likeable characters, each of whom somehow gets some good screen time. It's just what's expected, which is both comforting and a bit boring.

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Elsewhere, Mark Wahlberg tells the inspiring true tale of boxer-turned-priest Father Stu. There's only a slight rough edge to what should be a more complex story. Sophie Marceau is terrific in I Love America, a gentle comedy about a French filmmaker who moves to California. And the Moroccan drama Casablanca Beats bristles with life as a rapper teaches a group of lively, politically engaged students to create music.

A little further afield, Nick Cave lets the cameras watch as he and Warren Ellis create music in the gorgeously shot documentary This Much I Know to Be True. Robert Bresson's masterful 1959 morality tale Pickpocket gets a pristine big-screen restoration. And the documentary White Hot: The Rise & Fall of Abercrombie & Fitch just about makes sense of the clothing brand's horrible history of employment prejudice, while completely missing the point of why the clothes were so popular (and perhaps aren't so much now).

This coming week features another long weekend, and I'll also be watching a range of films including Benedict Cumberbatch in Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, the Irish coming-of-age drama The Quiet Girl, the Danish black comedy Wild Men, the chilean romance The Sea, the Iranian drama Atabai, and the Palestinian bombing doc Eleven Days in May.

Critical Week: I'm kinda busy

It was a relatively slow week for film screenings - and a short one after the Easter Monday holiday. Although I did have a couple of stage productions to cover, which is always a nice switch-up from being in a cinema. As for the films, there were two thoroughly unimpressive American independent productions. The starriest was Unplugging, with Eva Longoria and Matt Walsh (plus Lea Thompson and Keith David in scene-stealing roles). It's a corny romcom that hinges on technology addiction. Equally undercooked was the existential comedy I, Challenger, starring James Duval as a stoner trying to improve his luck with an absurd stunt. Neither film is very good, but they kill the time amiably enough.

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Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent
Hit the Road • The Northman
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Unplugging • I, Challenger
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Much better, and far more challenging, is Gaspar Noe's inventive drama Vortex, which follows an elderly couple (Dario Argento and Francoise Lebrun) as they grapple with ageing, mortality and memory. And Kota Yoshida's unhinged Japanese triptych Sexual Drive is packed with warped humour and clever insight into the nature of attraction and desire. Finally, I had Upon Her Lips: Butterflies, a collection of five short films looking at female identity from intriguing angles.

Coming up this next week, we have the entire cast back on the big screen for Downton Abbey: A New Era, Michelle Yeoh in Everything Everywhere All at Once, the mystery thriller Escape the Field, the French-Moroccan drama Casablanca Beats, the Nick Cave/Warren Ellis documentary This Much I Know to Be True and a screening of the restored 1959 Robert Bresson classic Pickpocket.

Stage: Did he get a fair trial?

Sydney Fox’s Crime
writer-director Glenn Chandler
sets & costumes David Shields
lighting Joseph Ed Thomas
with Sebastian Calver, Amanda Bailey, Mark Curry
Above the Stag, Vauxhall • 20.Apr-7.May.22

Based on a real court cast from 1929 that is still being questioned, this nicely staged drama pulls the audience into the multi-layered intrigue using a simple set-up and just three characters. At just over an hour, it feels perhaps a bit light, more like a fringe show than a proper theatrical piece. And while playwright Glenn Chandler never quite grapples with the themes in the text itself, the dramatisation raises several big issues, leaving the audience with plenty to chew on.

It opens as Sydney (Sebastian Calver) has been charged with murder and is meeting with his barrister James Cassels (Mark Curry) in his prison cell. James is concerned that several aspects of Sydney's life will make him deeply unsympathetic to a jury, from his long history of petty crimes to his unapologetic homosexuality. Then as Sydney recounts his relationship with his mother Rosaline (Amanda Bailey), their scenes are enacted on the opposite side of the stage. Clearly very close, especially after Sydney's brothers died in the Great War, Sydney and Rosaline had a messy life together, living well above their means until she died in a suspicious hotel fire.

Calver's role is demanding, as he plays Sydney at various ages, shifting between a jaded prisoner and a lively con artist as Sydney recounts his story to James on one side of the stage and interacts in flashbacks with Rosaline on the other. The young actor has a likeable presence on-stage that generates sympathy even with his blithely criminal proclivities. And he also just about overcomes the generally arch dialog. Bailey has some terrific moments as Rosaline, although there always seems to be more to their relationship than we can see. A song-and-dance interlude lightens the tone but doesn't offer much insight. And Curry brings an earthy authenticity to James, especially when he delivers his punchy opening argument.

If you're unfamiliar with the true events, the trial's outcome remains enticingly unpredictable, although of course the underlying bigotry in British society never offers much hope. Even if the story is nearly a century old, it's laced with ideas that make it remarkably current, from the effects of endemic homophobia and class-based prejudice to the inventive desperation of people who struggle to make ends meet. And because Chandler has added a few fictional touches (such as a chillingly elegiac final scene), it might be worth expanding the play to include some other characters and a deeper sense of motivation. That said, leaving these things between the lines is engagingly provocative.

for information, visit ABOVE THE STAG • photos by PBGstudios • 21.Apr.22

Stage: An exhilarating masterclass

Solera
director Jude Kelly
choreography Fernando Romero
lighting Tom Wickens
guitars Paco Peña, Dani De Morón, Rafael Montilla
dancers Angel Muñoz, Adriana Bilbao, Gabriel Matias
singers Inmaculada Rivero, Iván Carpio
percussion Julio Alcocer
Sadler's Wells, London • 20-24.Apr.22

In some ways, iconic guitarist Paco Peña's world premiere stage production Solera is like a masterclass in flamenco, easily accessible to audiences who are new to this powerfully evocative artform. It's also a complex, roaring expression of how the past, present and future intermingle among artists who speak to each other with music and dance. So this show feels almost staggeringly intimate, as if it's a privilege to be watching it. And each mesmerising number is a show-stopper.

The title is term from Andalusia referring to how younger wines top up more mature wine to maintain a consistent blend. So this show begins with the cast listening to a tape recording of an elder musician. The first half is set in a rehearsal studio, as nine performers from three generations gather together, encouraging and provoking each other. Watching this feels almost illicit, as if we're being allowed into a private space in which flamenco itself is being defined, memorialised and pushed forward in new directions. 

At 79, Peña is the patriarch, leading two fellow guitarists while riffing with the best flamenco singers, dancers and musicians in the world. At 28, dancer Gabriel Matias leads a youthful charge of raw talent. His shapes and frames are staggeringly sharp and beautifully formed, revealing both skilful control and a sense of intensely moving artistry. This contrasts with Angel Muñoz, a legendary dancer whose experience shows in his playful expressions and confident innovation. Between them, Adriana Bilbao maintains her own fierce energy, adding flourishes of colour and musicality. Chiming in with the singers and musicians, they all push further and further.

After the interval, the show shifts into a series of modern-style performance pieces that are simply breathtaking in their delicate textures, earthy energy and gut-level emotions. No longer in street clothes, the performers are dressed for the stage, which allows the lighting to augment the spectacular movement alongside the exquisite music. Each performer gets a chance to shine, punching so much energy onto the stage that it's almost overwhelming to watch. A highlight is a soaring guitar trio between Peña and colleagues Dani De Morón and Rafael Montilla. 

Belting singers Inmaculada Rivero and Iván Carpio convey the wrenching emotions of flamenco in a variety of sequences, but also get one piece that expresses unfiltered joy. And the astonishingly gifted percussionist Julio Alcocer gets his own extended moment in the spotlight. Then as everything comes together in a perfect blend of guitar, percussion, voice and movement, the show reaches truly epic proportions. It leaves us invigorated with hope, and impatient to see Matias on stage a few decades, facing off against rising stars to both remind us of the power of flamenco and push it forward for a new generation.

for information, visit SADLER'S WELLS • 20.Apr.22

Critical Week: Hyper-masculinity

For some reason, I only had one press screening this past week. Film criticism has been contracting for about a decade now, and I am getting increasingly exhausted chasing screenings of big Hollywood studio movies, which are about the only ones that get wide releases. It's easier to keep up with smaller films, both with press screenings and viewing links. I've never needed to watch everything (that would be impossible anyway), and I will no longer relentlessly pursue screenings. I'd rather spend my evenings watching stage performances anyway, and hope to do more writing about these.

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The Northman • The Lost City
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As for that one screening, it was a good one. Robert Eggers' astonishing Viking action epic The Northman is a wildly thrilling film with full-bodied performances from Alexander Skarsgard, Nicole Kidman, Claes Bang and Anya Taylor-Joy. I also watched The French Boys 4, another collection of terrific French short dramas about complex masculinity from the folks at NQV. And that left me with a bit of time to catch up with three very different movies I'd missed along the way...

The Adam Project
dir Shawn Levy; with Ryan Reynolds, Mark Ruffalo 22/US ***
This time-travel romp isn't nearly as smart as it tries to be, but it's definitely entertaining. The reliably witty Reynolds plays a fast-talking jerk who travels back from 2050 to the present, where he needs help from his annoying 12-year-old self (the sharp Walker Scobell) to save the timeline. As Adam's dad, Ruffalo brings some terrific attitude, as do Jennifer Garner, Catherine Keener and Zoe Saldana. And the effects are first-rate. While the usual time-twisting chaos adds plenty of interest, it's a shame the story and characters are never much deeper than a warm hug.

Studio 666
dir BJ McDonnell; with Dave Grohl, Nate Mendel 22/US **.
Goofy humour and terrific old-school effects infuse this horror romp in which the Foo Fighters play themselves, recording their 10th album in a properly creepy rock-n-roll Encino mansion that was the site of a grisly murder. In the grip of writer's block, Dave Grohl is convinced he's already composed all of his original songs, then he's possessed by a demonic spirit. Slasher movie antics follow. The film tries to be funny and scary, but ends up merely silly and grisly. Although there are hilarious moments (and cameos) along the way, plus lots of fun for the band's fans.

Loev
dir Sudhanshu Saria; with Dhruv Ganesh, Shiv Pandit 15/Ind **** 
I missed this Indian drama six years ago at BFI Flare, then re-met the filmmakers at this year's festival and caught it on Netflix just before it disappears. It's an unusually nuanced drama about a complex romantic triangle, as Sahil (Ganesh) takes old friend Jai (Pandit) on a weekend trip. But Sahil is also preoccupied about his relationship with his boyfriend Alex (Siddarth Menon). The characters have big personalities that aren't always likeable, so the way they interact is both sharp and sometimes provocative. It's also made in an earthy style that finds unexpected wit and emotion while never overstating the themes.

This coming week, I have a number of films to watch, including Gaspar Noe's Vortex and the shorts collection Upon Her Lips: Butterflies. And I have two theatre press nights as well.

Stage: Athletic artistry

Elements of Freestyle
by ISH Dance Collective
director-choreographer Marco Gerris
dramaturg Arnout Lems
lighting Mike den Ottolander • set Jerry Beckers
with Luis Alkmim, Michael van Beek, Vera van der Bie, Sven Boekhorst, Jelle Briggeman, Thomas Krikken, Bart van der Linden, Dez Maarsen, Dietrich Pott, Arnold Put, Annie Tangberg, Pim Wouters
Peacock Theatre, London • 13-23.Apr.22

Blending dance, music and extreme sports, the Netherlands' ISH Dance Collective takes over the Peacock stage with an explosion of energy and a cast of astonishingly talented performers. The range of skills is so impressive that even some issues with lighting and scene transitions don't weaken the impact. This is a triumphant display of the point where artistry and athleticism meet. It's also riotously entertaining, especially for impressionable kids who will want to try this at home.

The show opens with nine acrobatic performers lined up across the stage, itching to get moving. And they certainly do, flinging themselves into the air. They then reappear on a darkened stage with pointed illuminations, including a glowing basketball and brightly lit wheels on skates, a skateboard and a bicycle. From here they begin to introduce themselves individually to the audience in segments that interact and overlap with each other in ways that are increasingly revelatory.

BMX champion Dez Maarsen is at one with his bike, spinning and balancing in seemingly impossible configurations. Juggler Michael Van Beek spins basketballs in mind-bending ways that make the audience gasp. Skateboarder Pim Wouters and inline skaters Jelle Briggeman and Sven Boekhorst soar across the stage, up and over the ramps, throwing shapes in the air. Freerunner Luis Alkmim bounces over, under and around each surface effortlessly. And breakdancers Thomas Krikken, Arnold Put and Deitrich Pott put on a series of jaw-dropping mini-shows.

Each of these young men includes dance moves in his act, which adds an unusual fluidity to their feats of physical strength. Tight choreography lifts the breakdance sequences into something unexpectedly beautiful, while the magnetic Krikken's inventive extended solo turn is easily the highlight of the show. Through all of this, there are musicians on either side of the stage: Vera van der Bie on violin and Annie Tangberg on cello shatter any perceived limits on their instruments in gloriously heavy metal style.

It never really matters that the show is a bit rough around the edges, leaving some key moments in inexplicable darkness while neglecting to hold the interest while ramps and platforms are transformed into new spaces. Because it's utterly riveting when these performers get back into action like an artfully eye-opening five-ring circus. They bob and weave around each other, playfully getting involved in each others' acts. And the all-moving, flipping, spinning, balancing finale is simply awesome.

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photos by Alex Brenner, Andrew Eaton, Studio Breed • 13.Apr.22

Critical Week: Take a load off

Bigger movies continue to turn up at the box office each week, signalling a return to the pre-lockdown pattern of one blockbuster per week. And press screenings are also getting a bit more colourful as a result. We had two big screenings this week, starting with the Nicolas Cage pastiche action comedy bromance The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent, which is even more fun than expected. Going full-method as himself, Cage and up-for-it costar Pedro Pascal dive fully into the ridiculous story, and they keep the audience right with them. There was also Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore, the third chapter in the whizzy but oddly uninvolving Harry Potter prequel franchise. This one is much more momentous, and the actors (notably Jude Law and Mads Mikkelsen) make it worth a look. I also caught up with Michael Bay's latest over-the-top action thriller Ambulance, a choppy but very entertaining ride through Los Angeles with the superb Jake Gyllenhaal, Yahya Abdul-Mateen and Eiza Gonzalez.

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Compartment No 6 • Small Body
Poppy Field • Cow
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Agent Game • Sonic the Hedgehog 2
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Further afield were the by-numbers spy thriller Agent Game, which has a strong cast (Dermot Mulroney, Jason Isaacs, even Mel Gibson) but rarely rises above its cliches. French actor-filmmaker Valerie Lemercier's Aline is a fictionalised biopic about Celine Dion, and it's as bonkers as you hope it will be. From Ireland, You Are Not My Mother is a stylish dramatic horror that properly gets under the skin. And from France, Anais in Love is a sunny, chatty comedy-drama that recounts an awkward coming of age.

For this coming week I have no press screenings in the diary, but I do have some links to watch at home, for films including Eva Longoria in the comedy Unplugging, James Duval in the comedy I Challenger and the Japanese triptych Sexual Drive. I also hope to see Alexander Skarsgard in The Northman, most likely buying a ticket for a regular cinema.

Screen: April TV Roundup

Recent travels and a film festival put me out of sync with television series, which I watch in gaps between movies to cleanse my palate, like an amuse bouche. And of course, the more I write about shows, the more are sent to me to watch before they air, so keeping up gets trickier and trickier. But I'm working through things! And here are things I've watched over the past couple of months...

Peacemaker
A riotous blast of James Gunn nuttiness, this DC spinoff is packed with terrific characters who are all at cross-purposes with each other. They're also unusually flawed for a superhero show, which makes them far more gripping to watch. John Cena is perfection as the too-focussed title character. Everything he says sounds sexist or racist, even though he's neither (his father, played unapologetically by Robert Patrick, is both and then some). Some of this is too wacky for its own good, but the central plot is surprisingly involving, and the core characters begin to feel like family: we wouldn't want to live with them, but we care. (HBO)

This Is Going to Hurt
Ben Whishaw gives a spectacularly committed performance as an NHS ob-gyn barely clinging to sanity amid the everyday chaos of his job. Writer Adam Kay based this on his experiences, and it plays at a blackly hilarious fever pitch, skilfully evoking the feeling of life out of control, plus a sense of impending doom. Thankfully the script continually surprises us, as do the unusually complex characters, with fine support from Ambika Mod (as Adam's newbie colleague), Rory Fleck Byrne (his gorgeous fiance), Alex Jennings (his thoughtless boss) and the great Harriet Walter (his imperious mother). And it's difficult to recall a more emotionally devastating series than this one. (BBC)

The Book of Boba Fett 
While it looks great, making the most of its desert planet setting and first-rate effects, this spinoff series meanders between two timelines to tell the underwhelming story of the title character, played with understated steeliness by Temuera Morrison. Then it suddenly shifts and becomes its parent show The Mandalorian, which is much more involving. The overarching plotlines are a little awkward, such as contriving to get Grogu back into the show, but the Pedro Pascal brings some badly needed personality that sustains the simplistic storytelling. This includes a climactic battle sequence that's properly epic but so long and violent that it becomes oddly dull. (Disney)

The Afterparty
A clever premise sets this show apart, especially as it plays out so inventively. After a top actor/singer (Dave Franco) dies at his school reunion, his classmates are quizzed by a detective (Tiffany Haddish). Each episode centres on one person's account, told in different styles (including Ben Schwartz's full-on musical and Zoe Chao's bonkers animation) as bigger details emerge about the characters and their twisted connections over the past 15 years. The excellent ensemble includes Sam Richardson, Ilana Glazer, Ike Barinholtz and a wasted Jamie Demetriou. Each performer dives in fully to the sometimes frantic comedy and edgy drama. (Disney)

The Gilded Age
Is this the most sexless show HBO has ever made? Essentially a far less lusty American Downton Abbey, this lavishly produced series is set in 1880s New York as old money sneers at new, and dramas take place both up and downstairs. After a young woman (Louisa Jacobson) discovers her father has left her nothing, she turns to her estranged, imperious aunts (the fabulous but oddly muted Christine Baranski and Cynthia Nixon), and secretly befriends their ambitiously wealthy new neighbours (Carrie Coon and Morgan Spector). But it's relentlessly dull, with dense and oddly stilted conversations that leave little space for personality. I gave up after four episodes. (HBO)

Murderville
Too gimmicky for its own good, this comedy stars Will Arnett as a ridiculous detective whose ex-wife (Haneefah Wood) is the chief. Each episode features a rookie partnered with him for one case, with the hitch being that actors are playing themselves without a script and must identify the killer. Guest stars like Sharon Stone, Annie Murphy, Kumail Nanjiani and Conan O'Brien bring their specific energy to the show. So it's a shame that the narrative is set up so specifically that the show feels stale by the second episode. Little is made of the overarching mystery, Arnett is too dopey to be likeable and the only fun is found in the guests' throwaway gags. (Netflix)

Bridesman
One of the first series produced by a hook-up app, this wacky comedy features six brief but over-plotted episodes that follow chatty, self-absorbed Terry (Jimmy Fowlie), a bridesman in the wedding of his rather intense childhood friend Judith (Sydnee Washington). But he's unable to stop fantasising about her dumb-jock fiance (David Mudge). The story mainly centres on the cartoonishly spiky bridesdmaids, while Terry has a couple of superficial sexual encounters. It's bright and camp, and plays on several transgressive ideas, but it completely misjudges its intended audience by being merely goofy rather than even remotely lusty. (Grindr)

A N O T H E R   S E A S O N

Snowpiercer: series 3  
Plotting gets increasingly central with each season, this time digging even deeper into the rivalry between Wilford (grinning villain Sean Bean) and Layton (tenacious nice guy Daveed Diggs). This war involves tactics, attacks and betrayals that grow increasingly nuanced. This isn't as compelling as the social satire of the earlier seasons (or the 2013 film), because the premise and characters are far more intriguing than violent tit-for-tats. But the season builds interest, adding dark complexity as things twist and turn around the growing possibilities that Melanie (Jennifer Connolly) is alive, and there might be somewhere on Earth that's thawing out. (Netflix)

Star Trek Discovery: series 4b
Fans will remain devoted, but this show continues its slide away from more intelligent interpersonal dynamics with each episode, falling back on much less engaging action, threats and antagonism. The superb cast skilfully continues at full speed, even in some dead-end plotlines. But it's tricky to stay engaged when favourite characters depart for realistic (but frustrating) reasons. It's also difficult to get very excited about another "anomaly" and the sciency jargon that goes with it. Still, the twists in the plot do manage to hinge around deeper character issues. And in the first-contact scenario in the final set of episodes, this season generates some terrific thrills. (Peacock)

O N G O I N G

Minx
A strong premise and terrific cast make up for some rather clunky writing in this enjoyable comedy about a group of people trying to launch a female-targetted magazine in the early 1970s, taking on the patriarchy of Playboy and Penthouse. Ophelia Lovibond is solid in a rather thankless role as an uptight feminist journalist who can't quite comprehend the sexy magazine she's editing. But she has great chemistry with Jake Johnson as the counterculture publisher who knows how these things work. Oddly, the show is still shot from a male gaze, essentially apologising for the lashings of masculine nudity. But at least the actors dive without hesitation. (HBO)

The Conners: series 4
As the grandkids begin growing up, this sitcom has found a variety of intriguing things to say about three generations of a family living under one roof. Carrying the plotting forward sometimes feels a bit forced, although the wedding episode did have some classic moments, while officially adding Katey Segal to this messy family. Laurie Metcalf still steals all the best lines, but everyone around her is on fine form too. These characters continue to have a properly current resonance, taking on big issues to create a much more grounded picture of American life than the usual shiny version on television. And the joke hit-rate is unusually high too. (ABC)

This Is Us: series 6
Quite why this show is ending with this season is anyone's guess, as the multi-timeline premise lends itself to endless reinvention. Oddly, these final episodes are circling around themselves rather pointlessly, continually revisiting the same situations and emotions without pushing people in new directions. The cast is still excellent, selling the big feelings even if we've felt them all before. Surely it would have been much better for the audience (and the ratings) to continue to push things forward into new territory, bringing new characters into focal positions. They've really missed a trick, and I wouldn't be surprised to see a spin-off or follow-up in a few years. (NBC)

L A T E   T O   T H E   S H O W

Shrill: series 1-3
I'd never heard about this show, but spotted a box set of all three seasons on my long flight to Los Angeles in March. I watched all of it, and really enjoyed the story of Annie (the likeable and seriously up-for-it Aidy Bryant) as she seeks to make the most of her life, even as everyone criticises her for her weight. Based on Lindy West's memoir, Annie is a superbly complex character, funny and confident, and also full of doubts. Relationships are also nuanced and beautifully played by a terrific ensemble cast (John Cameron Mitchell!). It's a rare TV series that's funny, hopeful and also realistically painful. (Hulu)

NOW WATCHING: Moon Knight, Our Flag Means Death, Minx, Bridgerton (2), Euphoria (2), Star Trek Picard (2), Young Rock (2), The Conners (4), This Is Us (6)
COMING SOON: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds, Only Murders in the Building (2), The Boys (3), Ozark (4b), Grace & Frankie (7b).

Critical Week(s): Lights, camera, action!

I've rather enjoyed stepping out of my usual routine over the past month or so, with a long catch-up break visiting friends and family after two years, then two weeks of film festival capped by the all-night mayhem of this year's Oscar ceremony. Whether I'll return to my usual schedule is still up in the air, but I'm definitely re-thinking how I spend my time. For example, I was unable to attend the only press screening of Marvel's latest epic Morbius, and I was fine with that. It's the first one I've missed, and I feel that if the studio doesn't want me to see a movie, that's going to be OK from now on. This post is catching up on about two weeks of regular-release movies I watched between festival films... 

BEST NEW FILMS:
The Worst Person in the World
Poppy Field • Jump, Darling
Mothering Sunday • Down in Paris
PERHAPS AVOID:
Sonic the Hedgehog 2
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The most starry of these films was The Bubble, which being a Judd Apatow movie is of course far too long for what it is: a comedy about making a movie during the pandemic. It has its moments, and the cast is up for it, but tighter editing and sharper writing never go amiss. Much more fun was The Lost City, a relentlessly silly romp in the jungle with Sandra Bullock, Channing Tatum and Daniel Radcliffe. On the other hand, Sonic the Hedgehog 2 merely honed in on the most irritating things about the likeable 2020 movie, so this one feels painfully unfunny and manages to waste Jim Carrey as well.

Further afield, Jennifer Reeder's offbeat horror Night's End is witty and very clever, creating a terrific sense of gnawing fear, plus some big jolts. Francois Ozon's expertly made French drama Everything Went Fine is based on a true story about dying with dignity, but manages to avoid politics for something more engagingly personal. The Shakespeare Sisters adapt William Shakespeare's iconic romance into the present-day comedy Much Ado, making the most of a low budget and talented cast. Antony Hickling's thoughtful odyssey Down in Paris is a fascinating night of earthy soul-searching. And the British horror comedy Followers finds a new way to use video-screen imagery to create tension, even if the film feels a bit thin.

Coming up this next week, I'll be watching the blockbuster sequel Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore, Jake Gyllenhaal in Ambulance, Nicolas Cage in The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent, Dermot Mulroney in Agent Game, the French comedy Anais in Love, the Irish thriller You Are Not My Mother and the quirky biopic Aline.