Movie Review – Baby Driver

Edgar Wright’s sixth film is a complete delight, packed with music, action, and revved to the brink.

⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ½
Zachary Cruz-Tan

Baby Driver is a slam-bam roller-coaster ride filled with pop tunes, screeching tyres, machine guns and, of course, lots of kisses. It’s the kind of heist movie that isn’t so much about the heist as about the people who execute them. They’re a mishmash of assorted character types, some deluded, some tragic, some just plain nuts; but they’re all necessary. This is a crazy, thoroughly enjoyable movie by a director who’s in full command of his craft and totally revelling in it.

It starts with a bang: a high-speed getaway after a bank robbery. The driver is none other than Baby (Ansel Elgort), a sunglasses-wearing, jacket-loving young chap whose motor skills are so good he makes the Fast & Furious crew look like L-platers panicking at a roundabout. He also has a thing for music. Lots of music. 24/7. It is the beat to which his life grooves.

Much is made of the soundtrack – indeed, it punctuates just about every line of dialogue, every scene change, every gunshot – but I was more enthralled by the sheer audacity of Wright to marry so many influences into a bubbling cauldron of cinematic delight. Like all his movies, Baby Driver is written with meticulous precision. It draws its narrative from Nicolas Winding Refn’s Drive (2011). It steals romance from Bonnie and Clyde (1967). Baby has mummy issues, just like Peter Quill from the Marvel movies. And yet none of it feels unoriginal. By rooting the character drama so firmly in the innocence of its leading couple, Baby Driver becomes something uniquely its own. A kind of modern day fairy tale told through a lens of crime.

Kevin Spacey plays Doc, the chauffeured gangster who recruits Baby and orchestrates his devilish schemes; he is reliably intimidating and droll. The two best performances belong to Jamie Foxx as Bats and Lily James as the diner waitress Debora. Foxx eerily blurs the line between acting and real life. His trigger-happy, psychotic thief is so convincingly bonkers I suspect Elgort and the rest turned up to work each day wearing Kevlar. He is the volatile variable Wright flings into the cauldron, content to let him steer the story as he sees fit. Next to him, the vengeful Buddy (a manic Jon Hamm) seems almost domesticated.

But it’s not enough that these characters are broadly drawn and impressive; what they say and how they say it is often what keeps the entire machine oiled. Wright has a knack for words, not in the same way as, say, Quentin Tarantino or Wes Anderson, but his dialogue has a way of kidding itself. Watch how a conversation in a car about code names and real names becomes almost poetic. Or another in which three bad guys have to wear Halloween masks of Mike Myers instead of Michael Myers. Or how Wright shrewdly slips in a reference to Monsters, Inc. (2001). It’s kinda bewitching.

I have enjoyed all of Wright’s pictures. There’s an energy about them. A certain charm that runs from the page to the screen. It is clear he is a visual storyteller, a director not content to explain his ideas but to showcase them through cinematic technique. He is the grand puppeteer. He has all the strings. He knows exactly what they do, and not for a second does he ever tug the wrong one.

Baby Driver is available in Australian cinemas from July 12

Image courtesy of Sony Pictures

Today’s Top Cinematographers

Corey Hogan

They say a picture says a thousand words – so a moving picture must have a hell of a lot to say. Cinematography is often one of the aspects of filmmaking to slip past your average movie-goer. That’s not to say it goes unnoticed; it’s just that most people are simply unaware of the spell being cast upon their eyes by the director of photography.

The practice of envisioning, framing, lighting and staging a shot is an incredibly monumental task. We’re spoilt with the sheer magnitude of beautiful looking films produced today, and with new technology constantly introduced, the sky truly is the limit. There’s a massive selection of genius cinematographers, but here are five of the best currently working behind the camera.

Robert Elswit 

Perhaps the most important trait to have as a director of photography is the ability to adapt with ease to whatever might need to be visualised. Robert Elswit has that locked down, effortlessly gliding from low budget independent comedies to high profile action extravaganzas. He’s known for collaborating well ahead of production with the film designers to nail down the look of a film, and for giving actors plenty of space and time in a shot in case improvisation is required.

Since the 80’s Elswit has worked with a huge variety of directors, which has no doubt led to his resourceful manner. His slick, shiny gloss is easily spottable in spy flicks Tomorrow Never Dies, Salt and The Bourne Legacy, and his creative eye for places to stick a camera has stunningly captured the insane stunts undertaken by Tom Cruise in the two most recent Mission: Impossible films. That same polish transcends to thrillers like The Town and Nightcrawler, and helped achieve the gorgeous black and white contrasts of George Clooney’s Good Night and Good Luck. But his best work is in his collaborations with the brilliant Paul Thomas Anderson, of whose entire filmography (save The Master) he’s served as cinematographer for. Clearly it’s here he’s learnt most of his lessons; the masterful tracking shots and perfectly symmetrical imagery are now an Anderson staple, looking no better than in Elswit’s Oscar-winning There Will Be Blood. Elswit is next heading into the Indonesian jungle for the Matthew McConaughey adventure Gold.


Robert Richardson 

There might not be anyone alive who captures history quite like Robert Richardson, no matter how twisted or surreal his collaborating director is spinning it. Richardson’s work could be considered experimental, especially given the sheer photographic range and progression he’s shown since his early work in the mid-80’s, but it’s his daringly bold risks that have earned him three Academy Awards and allowed him to frequently collaborate with some of the finest auteurs in the business – and amazingly, keep his own voice while doing so.

Richardson carved a name for himself alongside Oliver Stone in his very best years, envisaging the thick green jungles of Vietnam for Platoon and the steely courtrooms of JFK, as well as accentuating the psychedelic music trip of The Doors and the hyperkinetic brutality of Natural Born Killers. His shift from gritty realism to cartoonish ultraviolence came with his pairing with Quentin Tarantino for Kill Bill. He is responsible for the significantly different look in Tarantino’s new films compared to his old ones – look no further than Inglorious Basterds and Django Unchained. And his period pieces with Martin Scorsese are possibly Richardson’s most avant-garde, but there are no historical epics out there that look quite like The Aviator or Hugo.

Richardson is the perfect fusion of old and new; an innovator of the way we view history. Forever unpredictable, it’s exciting to think of what he can still bring to the medium – he just resurrected the forgotten 70mm Ultra Panavision for The Hateful Eight, and will return to the 1920’s with Ben Affleck next year for Live by Night.


Claudio Miranda

Unlike the other directors of photography on this list, Chilean cinematographer Claudio Miranda doesn’t have a large and prolific filmography dating back a few decades behind him – but that’s what is all the more impressive about his work. While it takes most DoP’s a dozen or so films to hone their skill, Miranda has completely come into his own in a mere handful of projects, proving himself a master of seamless CGI environments and scooping up a slew of awards – including an Oscar – by only his fourth feature.

Starting as a gaffer for David Fincher on Se7en, The Game and Fight Club, he made history when Fincher promoted him to cinematographer for The Curious Case of Benjamin Button; nominated for the first Oscar-eligible feature to be filmed entirely digitally. Since then his specialty has become realising computer-generated worlds. While Joseph Kosinski’s films have lacked narrative substance, both Tron: Legacy and Oblivion are absolutely breathtaking domains to be lost in. But his masterpiece is easily Ang Lee’s visionary Life of Pi. Despite being filmed in a simple shallow pool against a blue screen, Miranda’s vision showcased a most beautiful survival-at-sea tale in all its horror and wonder, and proved once and for all that it is possible to feel strong emotion towards something made entirely by computer.

He’s yet to match the pure imaginative quality of his award winning effort, but as long as his digital designs continue to drop jaws, the future is bright for Miranda. Following last year’s Tomorrowland, his keen eye will be seen again with Kosinski for something a little different – the upcoming Granite Mountain, based on the true tale of the men who fought the Yarnell Hill Fire.


Roger Deakins

British-born Roger Deakins is perhaps the best known professional cinematographer today, but surprisingly he’s still yet to be awarded an Oscar for his colossal impact – despite a whopping thirteen nominations, including two in one year for the gorgeous post-modern Westerns No Country for Old Men and The Assassination of Jesse James.  This could simply boil down to bad luck; he’s often overshadowed by a more buzzed-about picture, particularly rivalled in recent years by the man of the moment Emmanuel Lubezki.

Deakins’ range spreads across an array of different genres, but his name alone immediately conjures up masterful images of shadowy figures against desolate, dangerous landscapes, as evidenced in these shots. He’s the Coen Brothers go-to guy, having worked with them twelve times. He’s also a regular for Sam Mendes, with whom he delivered by far the best-looking Bond film Skyfall, and Denis Villeneuve, whose harrowing thrillers Prisoners and Sicario might not have had quite the same edge if not for his eye for green-and-grey tinted dread. Not content with sticking to live-action however, he’s also served as visual consultant on some of the most sumptuous animated features to grace the screen, including WALL-E, Rango and both How to Train Your Dragon movies.

Up next he’ll be stretching his talents to a new realm again with Villeneuve’s highly anticipated Blade Runner sequel; it’s simply mouth-watering to think of the potential Deakins has in sci-fi. And surely it’s only a matter of time until his four decades of influence on the industry are given the recognition warranted by the Academy.


Emmanuel Lubezki

Nicknamed “Chivo” by his peers, Emmanuel Lubezki now holds the record of earning three Academy Awards back to back, and for once it’s safe to say that these are well deserved. Hailed as a true innovator of the medium, Lubezki is acclaimed for his extensive and unbroken tracking shots.

Chivo has worked with some of the best in his career – Tim Burton (Sleepy Hollow), Michael Mann (Ali) and the Coen Brothers (Burn After Reading) – but his best work by far has come through his regular collaborators, Terrence Malick, and fellow Mexicans Alfonso Cuarón and Alejandro González Iñárritu. With Malick, he’s visualised the dream-like philosophical ponderings of To the Wonder and Knight of Cups, and the awe-inspiring conceptualisation of the beginnings and meaning of existence in The Tree of Life. He’s envisaged most of Cuarón’s films, most impressively his genius sci-fi thrillers – the criminally underseen Children of Men and the exhilarating 3D space rollercoaster Gravity. And most recently he’s teamed up with Iñárritu, delivering the seemingly uninterrupted single take of Birdman and possibly the most devastatingly beautiful reflection of nature ever seen in film with The Revenant.

The films Chivo selects are always divisive in opinion (and what art isn’t?), but there’s simply no denying the effectively orgasmic imagery he’s gifted the world of film. Next he reteams with Malick for Weightless, a tale of obsession and betrayal against the music scene in Texas.


Images courtesy of Dendy Films, Paramount Pictures, Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures, Universal Pictures,  Hoyts Fox Columbia Tristar Films, Roadshow Films, Twentieth Century Fox, Guo Films Distribution, Sony Pictures & Icon Film Distribution

Top 5 Late Bloomers in Hollywood

Zachary Cruz-Tan 

Not all actors are fortunate enough to be a Shirley Temple or Drew Barrymore. Some not even a Jennifer Lawrence. No, for these five fine players of the screen, success – and a certain amount of fame – has arrived late in life. None of them are below success, of course, but fate can sometimes deal a strange hand. Still, better late than never.

Ken Jeong
Breakout: Knocked Up (2007)
Age: 38

04 Apr - Late Bloomers Jeong
Ken Jeong’s known now for his quick-fire outbursts and canny ability to turn comedy into farce, usually by behaving crudely effeminate. But before his acting career began he was a qualified physician, and vigorously pursued stand-up comedy.

He appeared several times as guests on TV shows, including The Office and Entourage, but it wasn’t till his first film role as Dr. Kuni in Judd Apatow’s Knocked Up (2007) that Jeong reached a wide, welcoming audience, one that fell politely into his manner of comedy. He then appeared in The Hangover (2009), noticeably as a naked Chinese mobster, and landed a stable role in the TV comedy Community.

His career may not be as diverse as his effete ways would seem to suggest, but Jeong’s ability to walk on set and turn the production on its head is a skill sorely lacking from many comedic actors working today.


Alan Rickman
Breakout: Die Hard (1988)
Age: 42

04 Apr - Late Bloomers Rickman
The key to this article is not talent or age, but opportunity, and Alan Rickman, an actor of fine talent and ripe age, was presented perhaps the best opportunity, starring as the sinister Hans Gruber in John McTiernan’s Die Hard (1988), a role that enveloped Rickman’s penchant for deep tones and snide asides. It remains his strongest performance among many strong performances, and is notable for his cool control of a character who’s not meant to carry John McClane, but accompany him.

Rickman was forty-two by the time Die Hard crashed into his career, having spent many of his younger years traipsing about the curtains and modest cameras of British stage and television. And yet his career in acting seems fully formed, robust and everlasting, as if he had been a Hollywood mainstay for eons.

Rickman is most remembered now for his long-enduring turn as the wizard Severus Snape in the Harry Potter films (which may account for his ubiquitous popularity), but my favourite performance of his has to be from Galaxy Quest (1999), a role of tremendous versatility and personal depth. He was also downright hilarious.


Samuel L. Jackson
Breakout: Pulp Fiction (1994)
Age: 46

04 Apr - Late Bloomers Jackson

The term “breakout performance” is loose and interchangeable, but in Samuel L. Jackson’s case, it applies most strictly to that one film that propelled him beyond the celebrity stratosphere. In 1994, aged forty-six, he starred as Jules Winnfield in Quentin Tarantino’s seminal picture Pulp Fiction, and it is not only his best performance, it is also the one that proves you don’t have to be young to be cool.

Yes, Jackson had previously appeared in Spike Lee’s Do The Right Thing (1989), Scorsese’s Goodfellas (1990) and Spielberg’s Jurassic Park (1993), but none of those films offered him the position he needed to stretch his legs. Pulp Fiction not only accommodated him, it elevated him to a kind of divine ambassador of the arts. It was an explosive role, and Jackson’s career since only speaks volumes for the kind of skills he can bring to the table, given the correct film.


Jane Lynch
Breakout: Glee (2009-2015)
Age: 49

04 Apr - Late Bloomers Lynch

Charting a career path not unlike that of Ken Jeong, Jane Lynch started out touring the American TV scene, including appearances on Judging Amy, 7th Heaven and Arrested Development.

I remember her most fondly as the lecherous store manager in The 40-Year-Old Virgin (2005), but fame reached her at 49-years-young, playing domineering cheerleading coach, Sue Sylvester, in Glee. Before long, her face was plastered all over television screens and TV guides. Granted, she didn’t opt for high profile leading roles after that, but her choice to remain low-key, lending her voice to a number of animated shows and feature films, shows she isn’t fully concerned with fame, but rather with the opportunities it provides. Smart move from an esteemed lady.


Christoph Waltz
Breakout: Inglourious Basterds (2009)
Age: 53

04 Apr - Late Bloomers Waltz

Entering as the oldest bloomer on this list, Austrian-born Christoph Waltz follows in Kevin Spacey’s footsteps as being able to turn any villainous role into one of grand heroism.

Overflowing with German and Austrian films throughout his lengthy career, Waltz was discovered by Tarantino and offered a role as Colonel Hans Landa of the SS in Tarantino’s war fantasy, Inglourious Basterds (2009). He was fifty-three. It was an astounding performance and an inspired casting decision, landing Waltz Golden Globe, BAFTA and Oscar wins for his efforts (a feat he accomplished again in another of Tarantino’s films, Django Unchained).

He has since largely played bad guys, excelling in chilling deliveries and a carefree swagger, most recently opposing Daniel Craig in 007’s latest, Spectre (2015). Waltz is set to star again as a villain in Warner Bros’ The Legend Of Tarzan, and if he brings more of the same, we can expect a villain that’s both vile and incredibly likeable. Not an easy combination to pull off.


Images courtesy of Universal Pictures International, Fox Columbia TriStar Films, Roadshow Entertainment, 20th Century Fox and Network Ten

 

 

 

Movie Review – The Hateful Eight

The Hateful Eight is a true Quentin Tarantino treasure, complete with a plethora of blood splatters, fun performances, sparkling dialogue, and picturesque visuals.

⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Tom Munday

Quentin Tarantino’s The Hateful Eight follows a troupe of despicable, monstrous outlaws on a mission from hell. It kicks off with a severe blizzard, set to bowl over bounty hunter John Ruth’s (Kurt Russell) chances of sending his captive/target, Daisy Domergue (Jennifer Jason Leigh), to the gallows on time. Picking up fellow gunslingers Major Marquis Warren (Samuel L. Jackson) and Sheriff Chris Mannix (Walton Goggins) on the road, the group takes shelter in Minnie’s Haberdashery overnight. However, Warren soon suspects fellow inhabitants Bob (Demian Bichir), Oswaldo Mobray (Tim Roth), Joe Gage (Michael Madsen), and General Sandy Smithers (Bruce Dern) of sinister intentions.

The Hateful Eight suffered several setbacks over its three-year development stage. After the script leaked back in early 2014, Tarantino came close to cancelling the project. Instead, the rebellious filmmaker took the idea, developed new ideas, and came roaring back. Like with Inglorious Basterds and Django Unchained, The Hateful Eight lets Tarantino off the leash. His latest pays homage to cinema’s heyday, defined by the original cut featuring an overture and intermission. At a whopping 167 minutes, however, the theatrical version still shows off Tarantino’s inescapable vision.

Going out of his way to shoot in 70mm Panavision, separate the story into six chapters, and hire Ennio Morricone to compose the filmmaker’s first orchestral score, it’s hard to ignore Tarantino’s influence over The Hateful Eight. Like preceding projects, the filmmaker’s latest paints a shocking, unique take on a violent era of history. Beyond the spectacular visuals, this western-drama discusses themes relevant to the past, present, and future. Throughout the first half, in particular, the film’s focus on post-Civil War racial tensions mirror Tarantino’s thoughts on today’s socio-political climate. Peppered throughout, full-length conversations – between Union (Democratic) and Confederate (Republican) characters – raise tensions within the story’s small, claustrophobic settings.

Constructed, and directed, similarly to a stage play, the film delivers a subdued approach to its Agatha Christie-style mystery plot. The drama, like our characters, relies primarily on the confines of Ruth’s stagecoach and Minnie’s Haberdashery. Thanks to Tarantino’s searing dialogue and purposeful direction, the tension builds unconscionably in the second and third acts. Despite the limited settings, Tarantino’s style, aided by Robert Richardson’s cinematography and Fred Raskin’s editing, makes every frame feel wholly cinematic. However, in the second half, the film trades dialogue for unnecessary slo-mo, screams, and blood splatters.

The film’s cast of half-forgotten character-actors makes the most of the opportunity. Jackson caps off a stellar 2015 after Age of Ultron and Spike Lee hit Chiraq. As Tarantino’s muse, Jackson provides a familiar, but worthwhile performance as the lead/critical detective figure. Russell returns to the big screen with style, still holding onto his rugged good looks and charismatic swagger. Roth and Bachir, in particular, whistle and wheeze through over-the-top, caricaturish performances. Bit players Madsen and Dern embellish their disgusting character types. Most importantly, Leigh and Goggins deliver dynamic, standout performances as the least trustworthy two of the bunch.

The Hateful Eight is a gleeful concoction of the beginning (Reservoir Dogs), middle (Kill Bill), and climax of Tarantino’s cinema career. The auteur’s vision may be overwhelming, but his writing and direction make all the right moves.

The Hateful Eight is available in Australian cinemas from January 21st 

Images courtesy of Roadshow Films

88th Academy Awards: The Nominees Are…

Forget Christmas, it’s Oscar season! Time to hit the multiplexes for the best films of the year, just in time to argue over who’s going to take home the little golden man…

Corey Hogan

With the Golden Globe Awards done and dusted, we’re left to anticipate the big one – the Oscars; Hollywood’s single most prestigious awards show, and highest honour filmmakers can aim to achieve. As usual, the nominees are mostly what we’ve expected, with a few surprises and snubs here and there. But who can we bet will take home that shiny golden statue?

IÑÁRRITU (OR THE UNEXPECTED DOWNFALL OF FRONTRUNNING TWICE)

2016 - 01 January - Oscar Nominees Revenant PosterWeighing in at an impressive twelve nominations, The Revenant leads the pack this year with Best Picture and Best Director nominations for Alejandro G. Iñárritu; two awards that would seem guaranteed were it not for the fact that the Academy very rarely honours the same recipient two years in a row – and Iñárritu is still hot off his win for Birdman last
year.

That means it could be anyone’s game, with this list tougher to nail down to one clear victor. At one point buzz surrounded Spotlight and Room, though that seems to have subsided a little, and a few expected show ponies – Carol, Steve Jobs – have been surprisingly omitted. In their place are atypically blockbuster fair The Martian and Mad Max: Fury Road, whose popularity may yet see them atop the heap. Plus, it’s great to see Aussie George Miller earn a Best Director nod.

THE WOLF OF AWARDS-SEEKING

2016 - 01 January - Oscar Nominees Leo

It’s the most talked-about thing every time Leonardo DiCaprio appears on screen in recent years – “Just give the man an Oscar already!” It seems this year the cries, the jokes, and the memes may finally be silenced, with his outstanding portrayal of the bear-ravished broken man in The Revenant. There’s no McConaissance, or any other truly serious threat to dethrone him either. The only potential upsets come in the form of Eddie Redmayne’s transgender turn in The Danish Girl (though he did win last year) and Matt Damon’s Golden-Globe grabbing astronaut from The Martian, but you can place likely bets on Leo at long last.

STREEP OUT OF THE SPOTLIGHT

There’s no Meryl Streep to steal the limelight this year, and it’s delightful to see a couple of fresh-faced actresses earning recognition. Brie Larson appears to be the strongest bet for her acclaimed performance in Room, though she could yet be trumped by the equally impressive Saoirse Ronan’s Irish spark in Brooklyn.2016 - 01 January - Oscar Nominees BrooklynAlongside them are veterans Cate Blanchett (Carol) and Charlotte Rampling (45 Years), making this a truly difficult bet to pin down – then, of course, there’s the obligatory Jennifer Lawrence nod, this time for the critically so-so Joy. She’s a fine performer, but it’s starting to reek of a little Academy favouritism.

THE UNGRATEFUL EIGHT

2016 - 01 January - Oscar Nominees Quentin Tarantino

A surprising snub comes in the form of one of modern cinema’s most influential figures – Quentin Tarantino. While his films are often too radical to earn the biggest awards, he is almost always recognised in the Original Screenplay category, having previously earned two Oscars for his writing. He’s been denied this year for The Hateful Eight, perhaps due to some of the controversy surrounding it – the script was leaked online before production began, and Tarantino verbally blasted Disney in a recent interview – or, perhaps it simply doesn’t have the bite of his previous works. We shall have to wait for its release to see.

THE BIG SNUBS

2016 - 01 January - Oscar Nominees Straight Outta ComptonWith a limited number of spaces available in each category, a number of worthy contenders will naturally end up getting left out. Straight Outta Compton copped one measly nod for its screenplay, but another musical biopic has been entirely ignored – the terrific Love & Mercy, featuring Oscar-calibre performances from supporting actors Paul Dano and Elizabeth Banks. Kristen Stewart (Clouds of Sils Maria), Michael Shannon (99 Homes) and Idris Elba (Beasts of No Nation) could all have received Best Supporting nominations, and it’s a surprise to see The Walk and Everest left off the Best Visual Effects list. Finally, a handful of great documentaries have been omitted – Cobain: Montage of Heck could sub in for Amy, and Going Clear: Scientology and the Prison of Belief perhaps hit home a little too hard for some loopy celebrities…

Happy betting!

Full list of nominees:

BEST PICTURE
The Big Short
Bridge of Spies
Brooklyn
Mad Max: Fury Road
The Martian
The Revenant
Room
Spotlight

ACTOR IN A LEADING ROLE
Bryan Cranston, Trumbo
Matt Damon, The Martian
Leonardo DiCaprio, The Revenant
Michael Fassbender, Steve Jobs
Eddie Redmayne, The Danish Girl

ACTRESS IN A LEADING ROLE
Cate Blanchett, Carol
Brie Larson, Room
Jennifer Lawrence, Joy
Charlotte Rampling, 45 Years
Saoirse Ronan, Brooklyn

ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE
Christian Bale, The Big Short
Tom Hardy, The Revenant
Mark Ruffalo, Spotlight
Mark Rylance, Bridge of Spies
Sylvester Stallone, Creed

ACTRESS IN A SUPPORTING ROLE
Jennifer Jason Leigh, The Hateful Eight
Rooney Mara, Carol
Rachel McAdams, Spotlight
Alicia Vikander, The Danish Girl
Kate Winslet, Steve Jobs

ANIMATED FEATURE FILM
Anomalisa
Boy and the World
Inside Out
Shaun the Sheep Movie
When Marnie Was There

CINEMATOGRAPHY
Carol
The Hateful Eight
Mad Max: Fury Road
The Revenant
Sicario

COSTUME DESIGN
Carol
Cinderella
The Danish Girl
Mad Max: Fury Road
The Revenant

DIRECTING
The Big Short
Mad Max: Fury Road
The Revenant
Room
Spotlight

DOCUMENTARY (FEATURE)
Amy
Cartel Land
The Look of Silence
What Happened, Miss Simone?
Winter on Fire: Ukraine’s Fight for Freedom

DOCUMENTARY (SHORT SUBJECT)
Body Team 12
Chau, beyond the Lines
Claude Lanzmann: Spectres of the Shoah
A Girl in the River: The Price of Forgiveness
Last Day of Freedom

FILM EDITING
The Big Short
Mad Max: Fury Road
The Revenant
Spotlight
Star Wars: The Force Awakens

FOREIGN LANGUAGE FILM
Embrace of the Serpent
Mustang
Son of Saul
Theeb
A War

MAKEUP AND HAIRSTYLING
Mad Max: Fury Road
The 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed out the Window and Disappeared
The Revenant

MUSIC (ORIGINAL SCORE)
Bridge of Spies
Carol
The Hateful Eight
Sicario
Star Wars: The Force Awakens

MUSIC (ORIGINAL SONG)
“Earned It,” Fifty Shades of Grey
“Manta Ray,” Racing Extinction
“Simple Song #3,” Youth
“Til It Happens To You,” The Hunting Ground
“Writing’s On The Wall,” Spectre

PRODUCTION DESIGN
Bridge of Spies
The Danish Girl
Mad Max: Fury Road
The Martian
The Revenant

SHORT FILM (ANIMATED)
Bear Story
Prologue
Sanjay’s Super Team
We Can’t Live without Cosmos
World of Tomorrow

SHORT FILM (LIVE ACTION)
Ave Maria
Day One
Everything Will Be Okay (Alles Wird Gut)
Shok
Stutterer

SOUND EDITING
Mad Max: Fury Road
The Martian
The Revenant
Sicario
Star Wars: The Force Awakens

SOUND MIXING
Bridge of Spies
Mad Max: Fury Road
The Martian
The Revenant
Star Wars: The Force Awakens

VISUAL EFFECTS
Ex Machina
Mad Max: Fury Road
The Martian
The Revenant
Star Wars: The Force Awakens

WRITING (ADAPTED SCREENPLAY)
The Big Short
Brooklyn
Carol
The Martian
Room

WRITING (ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY)
Bridge of Spies
Ex Machina
Inside Out
Spotlight
Straight Outta Compton

Images courtesy of 20th Century Fox, Roadshow Films, Transmission Films, Sony Pictures and Universal Pictures. 

The 73rd Golden Globe Awards

Zachary Cruz-Tan

These award shows have almost become a mockery of themselves, haven’t they? Year in, year out, hundreds of the most over-privileged celebrities stride through ornate doorways, draped in Versace this and Louis Vuitton that, sporting tuxedos of tremendous panache, and always a pseudo-respectable smile of elegant grace, as if the world owes them their preposterous salaries.

This year’s Golden Globes prolongs this attitude towards the show by tugging British comedian Ricky Gervais by the scruff of his neck back into the hosting spotlight and allowing him, it would seem, to write in as many lewd and underhanded jokes as he wants. Whether you admire Mr. Gervais or not, you have to at least admit that he, like Tina Fey and Amy Poehler, fits the mould of the Hollywood Foreign Press Association like a gloriously rank, slightly ill-fitting glove. And he is hilarious in the part.

His opening monologue alone made me laugh more than The Martian. “Shush”, says he. “Shut up, you disgusting, pill-popping, sexual deviant scum. I want to do this monologue, and then go into hiding”. From then on it was a slew of stabs and whimsical slashes at the film industry, its employees, and the ridiculousness of the entire event (“Remember that if you do win tonight, no one cares about that award as much as you do”). Is he crude? Of course! No one attends or tunes in to a ceremony hosted by Gervais expecting to be serenaded with nursery rhymes.

As for the awards themselves, well, what can I say? As an ardent student of film, and a mindless masochistic slave of glamorous reality television, I arrived at the show with my own briefcase of the names and movie titles I had hoped would pull away with the wins. It was a rather perplexing experience, however, because most of the material up for nomination has yet to be screened in cinemas across Australia, so I found myself rooting for familiar faces while pulling the “gracious loser” smile at the movies I hadn’t yet seen.

I was quite delighted to see the stalwart George Miller up there for Best Director, and Sly Stallone creeping back into the programme with his nomination for Best Supporting Actor for Creed. I thought the Cecile B. DeMille award presentation to Denzel Washington, led by Tom Hanks, was eloquently moving, and Washington’s subsequent speech malfunction to be the humorous encapsulation of all that these sorts of shows have become about.

Some presenters killed it – America Ferrera and Eva Longoria in particular. Others botched very hard – Jonah Hill should keep that cheap teddy bear hood in case he ever wants to step outside his house. The results, while completely out of my hands, were perhaps less than satisfactory.

Among the deserved winners were Pixar’s Inside Out for Best Animated Feature, and Leonardo DiCaprio for his exhausting appearance in The Revenant. Mad Max: Fury Road, while not being a real threat to win Best Motion Picture, should have graced George Miller with the directing trophy, being, after all, the truest director’s film of the year (the award went to Alejandro Iñarritu instead).

It was great to see Stallone win again, as it was to see Kate Winslet walk away with a smile. The Revenant won the biggest prize of the night, and while the world might swoon at her feet, I’m personally lethargic at the sight of J-Law walking up those steps yet again.

I’ve neglected the TV department somewhat, because I haven’t seen a solid 98.6% of the nominees, but Mr. Robot and Mozart In The Jungle nabbed the highest honours.

Alas, another Golden Globes is at an end, and, with the exception of Mel Gibson looking perpetually spooked to be in front of a crowd, it is not unlike every other Golden Globes that has come before. Gervais entertained me. I sporadically hurled chairs at the screen. Tarantino deepened his grave. And while I’ve made myself sound very unprepared to tackle this event, I must concede that no amount of research would have made it any less self-indulgent. I would’ve loved for Fury Road to have won Best Picture, but as a notable critic tweeted, the Golden Globes are completely irrevenant when it comes to predicting the Oscars.

The Full List Of Film Winners

Best Motion Picture – Drama
The Revenant

Best Motion Picture – Comedy or Musical
The Martian

Best Director
Alejandro G. Iñarritu, The Revenant

Best Screenplay
Aaron Sorkin, Steve Jobs

Best Performance In A Motion Picture – Drama
Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio, The Revenant
Actress: Brie Larson, Room

Best Performance In A Motion Picture – Comedy or Musical
Actor: Matt Damon, The Martian
Actress: Jennifer Lawrence, Joy

Best Supporting Performance In A Motion Picture
Actor: Sylvester Stallone, Creed
Actress: Kate Winslet, Steve Jobs

Best Original Score
Ennio Morricone, The Hateful Eight

Best Original Song
“Writing’s On The Wall” by Sam Smith, Spectre

Best Animated Feature Film
Inside Out

Best Foreign Language Film
Son Of Saul (Hungary)

Images courtesy of Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures 

Movie Review – The Man From U.N.C.L.E

KGB agents! Femme fatales! Exotic locations! Yes, it’s back to the sixties for some Cold War-era spy nostalgia in Guy Ritchie’s ode to the suave styles and erotic thrills that defined the secret agent genre.

⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Corey Hogan

Despite the brilliance of the most recent, reinvented James Bond films, it must be said that amidst the darker, grittier tone and heavier emotional complexities, 007 has lost that sense of espionage fun he once embodied. But while Bond has fallen and risen and resuscitated himself over the past twenty years, another spy caper with roots in the sixties has struggled to escape the cold clutches of development hell and see the light of day. Based on the TV series of the same name, The Man from U.N.C.L.E. has been through more than a dozen script changes, several directors (including Quentin Tarantino, Matthew Vaughn and Steven Soderbergh) and had just about every Hollywood leading man attached to it at some point – from Ryan Gosling to Bradley Cooper to Tom Cruise, and many more. At long last it lives, thanks to cockney gangster king Guy Ritchie (Snatch, RocknRolla), and pleasantly defies expectations of any film lost on the movie-making blacklist for so long.

Taking us back to that simpler period of early-60’s Cold War, two agents – the American Napoleon Solo (Henry Cavill) and the Russian Illya Kuryakin (Armie Hammer) face off as they hunt down Gaby Teller (Alicia Vikander), the daughter of a missing German scientist for the CIA and KGB respectively. After nearly killing each other, Solo and Kuryakin are instructed to work together as agents for U.N.C.L.E. (United Network Command for Law and Enforcement) on a mission to infiltrate, and stop a covert criminal organisation led by femme fatale Victoria Vinciguerra (Elizabeth Debicki) before her plan to destabilize the international power balance by means of nuclear weapons is executed.

There is something so very refreshing to this delightfully breezy and retro through-and-through escapade; no dark, sombre themes, no social commentary, no overload of flashy visual effects – the scope is smartly kept intimate, offering a light-hearted and pure experience that brings to mind the Sean Connery-era Bond films (no surprise, since 007 author Ian Fleming was involved in the original U.N.C.L.E.’s conception).

Strands of Guy Ritchie’s early works pop up throughout, particularly during the often hilarious action scenes (Solo’s outrageous rescue of Kuryakin while helping himself to a gourmet Italian sandwich is a show-stopper), though overall this is closer in tone to his Sherlock Holmes films, matching mystery sleuthing with a dynamic pair’s witty banter and chemistry. Hammer’s Kuryakin is the straight man to Cavill’s wise-cracking Solo, an original odd couple upon which the film structures and stabilises itself to great effect – anytime the duo is onscreen amuses; particularly when they infiltrate an enemy base together, each using their own preferred methods and scoffing at the other’s. But equally entertaining is love interest Gaby Teller, brought to life by 2015’s breakout starlet Alicia Vikander; subtly sexy and incredibly amusing as she and Kuryakin go undercover as fiancés. Props to Hugh Grant too as the head of U.N.C.L.E., definitely showing his age but proving his charm hasn’t faded.

Any complaints can be directed towards the story itself, playing second-fiddle to the slick style and enticing character charms. It is serviceable, with a number of double and triple-crosses and twists keeping our spies bounding from one sizzling set piece to the next, but is rather pedestrian, and winds up leaving the film a little forgettable. Nonetheless, this is the antidote to the bleak, overstuffed blockbuster fair of late – U.N.C.L.E. is accessibly paced, hugely likeable and witty, and above all enormously entertaining; the resurgence of the spy flick is more than welcome.

The Man From U.N.C.L.E is available in Australian cinemas from Thursday 13 August

Images courtesy of Warner Bros / Roadshow Films

Quick Picks – Revelation Perth International Film Festival – Feature Films

What Lola Wants

Fast, fun, and ferocious – What Lola Wants may just be Revelation Perth International Film Festival 2015’s boldest and brightest feature.

⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ½
Review by Tom Munday

Sophie Lowe in What Lola Wants

Sophie Lowe in What Lola Wants

Celebrity teenager Lola Franklin (Sophie Lowe) has run away from her Beverley Hills lifestyle into the wild, wild west. Believing she has been kidnapped, her parents stamp down a $1 million reward for her safe return. Lola meets rebellious, pickpocketing loner Marlo (Beau Knapp) in a diner, convinced he is the man of her dreams. Marlo, being hunted by Mama (Dale Dickey), is already neck-deep in trouble. The destructive duo heads out on the road, taking down anyone in his or her path. But which reward will Marlo choose – the girl or the money?

What Lola Wants is one of the biggest surprises of 2015. This crime-thriller is the pitch-perfect example of less is more – relying on character and tone over anything else. Australian writer/director Rupert Glasson injects his frenzying style onto every page and frame. Attributing to Quentin Tarantino and Sam Peckinpah, every plot-point, twist, and line of dialogue is drenched in pulp and viscera. Told from its lead’s perspective, it’s tough, sexy atmosphere sparks a thrilling pace. Glasson’s latest venture harkens back to some of Hollywood’s biggest middle-finger thrillers like Natural Born Killers and Badlands.

Glasson’s hyperkinetic, frivolous visuals bolster What Lola Wants’ simple-yet-effective narrative. Its lurid cinematography flaunts the American Heartland’s glorious scenic vistas. In addition, its scintillating score pays tribute to the dark, disturbing heart of the western genre. Indeed, touches including an animated credits sequences and comic-book-esque scene transitions deliver multiple surprises. Most importantly, the performances take charge from the outset – with Lowe and Knapp’s chemistry establishing their significant talents.

Bolstered by style and substance, What Lola Wants has more brains, brawn, and heart than anything 2015’s big-budget slate has offered thus far.

Screening:
Sat 11th July, 6:45pm, Luna Leederville


Alvin’s Harmonious World of Opposites

 Alvin’s Harmonious World of Opposites, though not for the faint-hearted, is a unique and mind-altering experimental-drama/black-comedy.

⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Review by Tom Munday 

Teik Kim Pok in Alvin’s Harmonious World Of Opposites

The plot of Alvin’s Harmonious World of Opposites is, inexplicably, more intricate and perplexing than its title. Alvin (Teik Kim Pok) has not left the confines of his one-bedroom apartment for over 18 months. The agoraphobic nobody lives only with bizarre collections of toy pandas, Prince Charles and Princess Diana memorabilia, and vintage flour containers. Human interactions include obnoxious neighbour Virginia (Vashti Hughes) and video chats with his boss Angela (Allis Logan). With work and home-life difficulties building up, Alvin becomes paranoid after brown ooze begins dripping through the ceiling.

Writer/director Platon Theodoris’ feature debut is a unique and nightmarish examination of the Average Joe. His project meddles with several genres, concepts, and themes, with the first-two thirds highlighting the long-standing tedium of Alvin’s decaying existence. Sticking with Alvin inside his claustrophobic abode, the narrative’s repetitiveness and peculiarity illicit a unique physical, mental, and spiritual response. Similarly to David Lynch and David Cronenberg, Theodoris’ writing and directorial ticks put the audience on edge throughout its steady 73-minute run-time.

Alvin’s Harmonious World of Opposites’ final third becomes a Rubik’s cube-level obstacle course through awe-inspiring visuals and intricate ideas. Delving into Alvin’s baffling subconscious, Theodoris’ project switches valiantly from black comedy to existential angst. Scenic vistas and a stirring score establish the dramedy’s discussion of introspection, loneliness, and voyeurism. Pok, carrying every scene, conveys a bevvy of complex emotions with several key facial expressions.

This drama-thriller/black-comedy is a bizarre yet rewarding trip through Alvin’s dreamscape. Theodoris’ feature debut is set to be the “Did you get it?” flick of this year’s Revelation Perth International Film Festival.

Screenings:
Thurs 9th July 8:30pm – Cinema Paradiso
Sat 11th July 3:30pm – Luna Leederville


Plague

Here we go again…Plague is yet another exploration of the decisions we may be faced with if the world was to end in a zombie apocalypse.

⭐ ⭐
Review by Chantall Victor

Scene from Plague

Scene from Plague

Directed by Nick Kozakis and Kosta Ouzas, Australian film Plague aims to present itself as a horror film, but comes off as more of a psychological thriller – at least for the first 20 minutes. From then on it’s all downhill as sadly, the film meets its own death, and decays on the screen before the audience’s eyes for the remainder of its runtime.

Evie (Tegan Crowely) is stuck with a group of survivors in an Australian barn when she is confronted with the difficult decision of whether to stay and wait for her husband (Scott Marcus) – who may have been turned into a zombie – or go with the group in search of safety. Of course, true love abides, and she stays behind, only to encounter an unexpected guest.

I always look forward to an Australian made film because I believe the Australian industry has such potential, but unfortunately, this film will have to be an exception to my rule. Although visually pleasing — thanks to the make-up department, and cinematographer Tim Metherall — the film suffers from a lack of character development, and endless plot holes. At times the story becomes so unconvincing that it’s laughable — think the Australian version of Tommy Wiseau’s The Room – and so many elements are left unexplained. Overall, the aesthetics are just not enough to save this vague zombie flick.

Screening:
Sat 11th, 8:45pm – Luna Leederville


Images courtesy of Revelation Perth International Film Festival, Rupert Glasson, Big Name Studios & Burning Ships Productions

 

Movie Review – Slow West

A lonely boy looking for his lost love discovers a million ways to die in the West with the help of a local drifter in this ambient, absurdist and Sundance-topping cowboy caper. Yee-haw!

⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Review by Corey Hogan

2015 is shaping up to be the year of the phenomenal directorial debut; already we have a number of names to jot down following Alex Garland’s slick Ex Machina, James Kent’s emotional Testament of Youth, and Ariel Kleiman’s chilling Partisan, among others. A new generation of intelligent, wickedly creative filmmakers have emerged. Add to that list Brit John Maclean, subverting the Western genre with his simple, yet enormously engrossing first feature, Slow West.

Aussie Kodi Smit-McPhee is Jay Cavendish, a timid 16-year-old Scottish boy who arrives in the 19th century American frontier. Travelling solo across the Wild West, Jay searches for the love of his life Rose Ross (Caren Pistorius), an older girl with whom he was once close friends, but were separated upon her family’s departure to colonial America. Jay crosses paths with a mysterious drifter named Silas (Michael Fassbender) in the forests of Colorado; a gruff man of few words, but believing in his quest for romance, Silas accompanies Jay on his journey and teaches him, much to his disdain, that a violent mindset is required to survive in the West. What Silas doesn’t tell him is that Rose is wanted dead or alive for a $2000 reward, and that Jay is being followed the sinister Payne (Ben Mendelsohn) and his gang of bounty hunters, leading them directly to her…

True to its title, Slow West moves at a fairly leisurely pace, but under Maclean’s competent direction this serves the story well, and never causes audience attention to waver. It’s hard to believe a film that so effortlessly mixes sensitive coming-of-age drama and emotion with such weirdly wonderful characters, farcical black humour and exhilarating bursts of brutality, has come from a first-time director; it expels an air of confidence and maturity rarely seen in even some of the most seasoned filmmakers’ work. Maclean’s influences are clear but noteworthy; the essence of the Coen Brothers’ foreboding tone and savage tension flows throughout, bringing to mind No Country for Old Men and (most obviously) True Grit. Quiet, unnerving scenes are punctuated with Tarantino-esque flashes of extreme violence, and Maclean and cinematographer Robbie Ryan even seem to have adopted Wes Anderson’s square framing and symmetrical shot compositions; it feels simultaneously post-modern and respectfully vintage.

The focus for the most part is the relationship between mismatched oddballs Jay and Silas. Their companionship blossoms into something resembling a father-son dynamic as the plot progresses, albeit a quirky and highly unorthodox one. Fassbender serves as the core of the film; his strong, silent bronco does not stand out, but his presence is felt in every scene, as Jay adapts to the bloody consternation of the West through Silas’ wisdom. Jay himself is clumsy, frantic and far from his comfort zone, but at once wholly sympathetic, and almost poetically tragic. Scenes are juxtaposed with flashbacks to his former life in Scotland, where it becomes clear he is blinded by love; Rose evidently does not reciprocate his feelings (he’s like a younger brother in her eyes), foreshadowing the calamitous and ironic events to come. Smit-McPhee proves himself a capable lead, and a compelling window of naivety into this harsh terrain; following The Road and Dawn of the Planet of the Apes he may yet become the iconic uncouth teen of the dangerous territory.

The duo traverse a world of unexpected and intriguing characters; in fact, if there is one complaint to be made it is that we do not spend enough time with some of them. Almost every scene introduces a new and mysterious personality, offering advice, telling cryptic tales or attempting to murder our heroes, only to disappear and leave us wondering. It gives the sense that this could have been an epic on a grand scale with numerous fleshed out and interesting people, but doing so would be a betrayal of the film’s tone. The central performances stand strong against the eerie, quirky and ultimately heartbreaking ways of the wild, wild West.

Slow West is screening for a limited season at Luna Cinemas in Leederville

Images courtesy of A24