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Thursday, 16 June 2022

Critical Week: You little devil

It's been a busy week in London, as temperatures have become warmer by the day, culminating Friday in what might be the hottest June day on record. Meanwhile, I've seen a few films, including Scott Derrickson's horror thriller The Black Phone, which is hugely violent and unsettling but perhaps not that scary, and the Toy Story spinoff Lightyear, which is a rollicking and very entertaining space adventure.

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Outside the mainstream, I saw the fiendishly clever Spanish satire Official Competition, starring Penelope Cruz and Antonio Banderas as obsessive filmmakers trying to create a lasting cinematic masterpiece. Also from Spain, Timothy Spall and Sarita Choudhury play offbeat, continually surprising characters in the gentle drama It Snows in Benidorm. Two young women get trapped atop a dizzyingly tall antenna tower in the nerve-jangling thriller Fall. Jemaine Clement is the host of a body-positive retreat in Nude Tuesday, a witty film from New Zealand with dialog in gibberish and even crazier subtitles. Teens try to stage a New Year's heist in Turbo Cola, a comedy that turns into a darker drama along the way. And Satyajit Ray's 1963 female empowerment masterpiece The Big City has been restored and put on the big screen.

There were also a few more unusual things this past week. David Austin gave an interview at a special press screening of the documentary George Michael: Freedom Uncut, which he directed with the iconic musician before his death in 2016. It's finally gets a cinema release next week. On the stage, I got a chance to see Starcrossed, a witty spin on Romeo & Juliet at Wilton's Music Hall. It's smart, playful, moving and wonderfully queer. And I also attended the Critics' Circle's National Dance Awards at the Barbican, and it was great to chat with winners and nominees at the party.

Things are mercifully quieter this coming week, with no press screenings in the diary largely due to the rail strikes that will cripple of the UK transport system all week. I do have some online screenings, including Chris Hemsworth in Spiderhead, Ben Foster in The Survivor, the Sundance winner Cha Cha Real Smooth, the gymnast drama Olga and the Brazilian odyssey Uyra.

Tuesday, 2 October 2018

26th Raindance: Pop the question

The Raindance Film Festival arrives each autumn with the promise of a banquet of films that are far more truly independent that anything on the Sundance programme. The hitch is that Raindance always arrives just as press screenings kick off for the London Film Festival, a far bigger and more important event for journalists. Many decide to skip Raindance completely, but I've always tried to at least get a flavour of the festival. And this year I did better than usual.

Features: I have caught 10 features this year, which isn't bad even though it's only a tiny slice of the broad and deep programme. Actually, my favourite of these was one I saw in Venice in 2017, Sara Forestier's amazing drama M. The others were a range of intriguing, offbeat, sometimes wildly ambitious films that are packed with surprising moments. British comedy Love Possibly (above) is a witty improv-style mock-doc poking fun at romantic comedies. American indie Dizzy Pursuit is a clever one-room comedy hilariously lampooning how hard it is to make an indie comedy. And Redcon-1 is a messy, big-scale British zombie action thriller.

Docs: Raindance specialises in offbeat documentaries (doesn't every film festival these days?), so I caught a range of them. George Michael: Freedom is the director's cut of the deeply insightful biographical doc the iconic singer-songwriter himself completed the week before he died. Ruminations is a lovely look into the lives of the famed Cockettes performance art troupe, through the eyes of colourful original member Rumi Missabu. And there are brief reviews of two more Raindance docs below.

Shorts: I managed to see nine short films playing at Raindance this year. These ranged widely in quality, from the painfully obvious to the darkly insightful. None of them was a knock-out, but the best of the bunch: The Rabbi, a refreshingly complex drama from Israel that never mentions its central provocative theme out loud; 3 Siblings, a short doc about the intriguing connection between very distinct siblings (one is trans, one is gay, one is a football player) in a Sao Paulo favela; and Sunken Plum, a bold Chinese short exploring deep-seated bigotry as well as a defiant subculture. Reviews of all nine are HERE.


If the Dancer Dances
dir Maia Wechsler
with Stephen Petronio, Meg Harper, Andrea Weber, Rashaun Mitchell, Gino Grenek, Dava Fearon
18/US ***.
Brisk and bright, this dance-studio doc goes behind the scenes of an unusual production that changes the dynamic of an established company. Beautifully shot in a rehearsal space with full-length corner windows on Manhattan, the film looks terrific. And filmmaker Maia Wechsler keeps the pace snappy, capturing the personalities along with extraordinary physicalities. Up to now, Stephen Petronio's dance company has only ever performed his work. But in an effort to preserve a classic production, he decides to restage iconic choreographer Merce Cunningham's Rainforest with the help of three dancers (Mitchell, Weber and veteran performer Harper) from Cunningham's company. Stephen's dancers are surprised by this change of tack, including a new way of rehearsing without music. The film is an intriguing exploration of how dancers use muscle memory, as the original Rainforest performers discuss the singular nature of Cunningham's style, the way he stripped away obvious narrative to tell a story physically. Archive clips are superb, interviews are full of insight. And it's fascinating to watch these dancers challenge themselves to achieve something so unfamiliar, while Petronio watches bemused from the sidelines. As Cunningham said, "If the dancer dances, everything is there."

Dykes, Camera Action!
dir Caroline Berler
with Desiree Akhavan, Rose Troche, Cheryl Dunye, B Ruby Rich
18/US ***.
Fast-paced, expertly edited and informative, this documentary traces how lesbians have been portrayed in cinema over the decades, as well as the rise of gay female filmmakers who put their own ideas and stories onto the big screen. It's an intriguing angle on movie history, as the majority of films are made by and centre on straight men and the way they see women. So this angle is important, tracing the journey from negative portrayals in the 60s (The Children's Hour, The Killing of Sister George) through experimental movies of the 70s into more mainstream hits like Personal Best (1982) and The Hunger (1983). And from here, lesbian filmmakers found their voices in films like Go Fish (1994), Rose Troche's deliberately cheerful Aids-era comedy, and Lisa Cholodenko's High Art (1998), a great film by any standard. And Jamie Babbit's classic comedy But I'm a Cheerleader (1999) was hugely influential in crushing stereotypes. And then there's The Hours (2002), which was both mainstream and queer at the same time. This doc may only be an hour long, but it includes a superb range of clips and interviews with people who know what they're talking about.

Reviews of the Raindance films I've seen are online, linked through my RAINDANCE page, and I'll continue adding review links there as I see more of the movies.


Thursday, 30 August 2018

Critical Week: To new friends

It's been another eclectic week in London screening rooms. We had the genre mash-up A Simple Favour, starring Anna Kendrick and Blake Lively in a story that includes suburban comedy, buddy drama and Hitchcockian mystery. Another odd mix, The Happytime Murders stars Melissa McCarthy and a cast of puppets as a serial killer is on the loose. It's misguided but has its moments. And Action Point is a Jackass-style comedy from Johnny Knoxville about a perilous theme park. The stunts are sometimes funny, but nothing else is.

Gaspar Noe was in town to unleash his new film Climax on British audiences at FrightFest last weekend. It's a brilliantly swirling dance-based descent into hellish confusion. And I had a chance to talk to Noe about it. Other FrightFest titles I caught: Upgrade is a futuristic thriller starring Logan Marshall-Green as a guy who has his body rebuilt by technology, which of course goes awry. The Man Who Killed Hitler and Then the Bigfoot is surprisingly nothing like its trashy title; it's an involving drama about an old man (Sam Elliott) coming to terms with the things he did as a young man (Aidan Turner). The Australian romp Boar, refreshingly uses puppets instead of digital effects to send a gigantic wild pig on a hyper-violent killing spree in the Outback. And The Cleaning Lady is eerie horror about a silent cleaner with a secret agenda.

Three more offbeat movies: From Germany, The Year I Lost My Mind is about a young man who begins stalking his own robbery victim in unsettling, underdeveloped ways. The documentary George Michael: Freedom was directed by the man himself just before he died, tracing his life with sensitivity and lots of amazing interviews and music. Shown on British TV last year, it's coming to cinemas as a director's cut. And Ruminations documents the life of Rumi Missabu, one of the original Cockettes. It's colourful and essential for fans of the late-60s gender-blurred performers.

Coming up this next week we have Jack Black and Cate Blanchett in The House With a Clock in its Walls, Annette Bening in The Seagull, Paul Dano's directing debut Wildlife, Jeremy Irons in An Actor Prepares, South African drama Five Fingers for Marseilles and the artist-activist doc I Hate New York.

Sunday, 12 August 2012

Olympics Day 16: Big finale

It feels like the Olympics just started a few minutes ago, and now they're finished. The closing ceremony tonight was another random collection of British cultural influences, from The Who to One Direction by way of the Spice Girls, Take That, Annie Lennox, George Michael and Eric Idle singing the marvellous Always Look on the Bright Side of Life (my personal highlight!). It made no sense, had no discernible narrative and was packed with moments that were wonderfully wacky and thoroughly bewildering.

But of course the best thing is seeing all the athletes clumped together regardless of political or geographical boundaries, celebrating their experiences over the last 17 days. So watching the flame dwindle out is always profoundly moving. It's been a blur of energy, flooding through every part of London in a way that won over most (but not all) of the most die-hard cynics. yes, the Olympics are over-commercialised and ruthlessly corporate, but they also celebrate human achievement at the most simple, honest level. And it's a rare moment every four years when everyone gets together and forgets that they're at war with each other.

I'm looking forward to the Paralympics in a little over two weeks. I've never attended one, and will be covering these Games in an intriguing way that will let me soak up a lot of the experiences firsthand. I'll be blogging about that later.

But now back to our regularly scheduled movie nonsense. The Expendables 2 opens this week, after all...