Bryan Singer directs Kevin Spacey, Gabriel Byrne and Stephen Baldwin in this crime thriller where five hired guns find themselves under the thumb of a mysterious mastermind.
Bullshit: The Movie. The infamous big twist isn’t a revelation so much as it is just another clue that you can trust very little of what you’ve just seen and heard. Career accelerating performances from Spacey and Benicio Del Toro. Set pieces, transitions and fractured strorytelling that marked Singer out as a director of note and ambition. Though obviously it was screenwriter Christopher McQuarrie whose showcased talents have ultimately stood the test of time. John Ottman scored and edited this? What an unsung wunderkind. His work in both departments is marvellous. As hard as nails, but also somehow campier and as horny as a midnight Pride float on poppers. “The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he did not exist.” I went to see this on one of those Sunday morning, back of a copy of Empire, first come first served, free preview tickets they used to put up to build word-of-mouth. I remember the ticket they issued you was massive and gilded with gold leaf. But they never let me keep it. The Bastard Ushers of the Whiteleys Odeon!
Kevin Costner directs himself, Sienna Miller and Abbey Lee in this western epic following the formation of a white township in unprotected Apache lands.
Considering the mere appearance of Costner on horseback in the trailer brought a tear to my eye a couple of months ago I might not be the most partisan voice to judge this. I have heard bullshit from professional reviewers that it looks like a mere miniseries for television. What are we comparing those lush big screen visuals to? The digital greenscreen fakery of Shogun or Game Of Thrones? The mega budget per episode of a Westworld? Costner finds natural landscapes and lets them overpower his nascent population. There’s nothing staged or hokey nor any obvious studio shoot fakery here. Horizon consistently looks magisterial. Alive. And as for Letterboxd comments that he doesn’t know how to block a scene…. Jesus Christ! The man directed Dance With Wolves and Open Range. There’s a ripplingly filmed horse chase in this that had me tearing at my armrest and later a gundown where Costner is reflected in a trough of water that is so rich with import the one image could be a movie in its own right. It is a beautiful chunk of genre cinema, nearly all the storytelling in the first hour is visual, dialogue-free. Letterboxd user just show their uneducated prejudices when they spout nonsense like this.
So Horizon is blatantly a modernised How The West Was Won. That always is going to set off socio-political alarm bells. There’s no just way, no even handed way, to handle a time period defined by American genocide. Costner confronts the trauma head on. Chapter One begins and ends in brutal massacres. The opening hour is a genuine cinematic wonder but gruelling. We know little of the early pioneers being wiped out. Yet we follow their plight, a night of violence, with an intimate integrity. No punches pulled. No heroes, no villains. Just destructive, desperate humanity. It is like a mosaic of murder, survival and grit. That mode continues as the stars begin to enter the narrative mix. The movie often reminds of Linklater’s Dazed & Confused. No central protagonist but lots of strands travelling towards the same temporal point. Costner, once he starts to let us zero in on specific characters, relationships and potent subplots for the last two hours switches into unpredictable drawn out scenes. Many of the simmering set pieces remind of Tarantino, where the threat is obvious but the dialogue obtuse and unbalancing. A walk up a hill and a stand off in an outpost store both could easily come from a less cartoonish Hateful Eight or Django Unchained’s first draft.
The director most resurrected though is John Ford. With very few embellishments, this is a fine tribute to the great Western director through and through. Michael Rooker does a grand job of aping Victor Mclaglen’s mick cavalry sergeant. Miller makes for a softer Maureen O’Hara type. And Costner himself brings a soulful quiet man spin on a role The Duke would have bulldozer-ed through. His begrudgingly heroic Hayes Ellison is tender and worldly in a way Wayne never was, even at his peak. Three hours of reverential bliss. Action, romance, grandeur. My cup of tea, my shot of whisky. My clanking six shooter and any horse riding to the ravine. Wonderful Dad Cinema. I’m hungry for the next instalment.
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Perfect Double Bill: Horizon: An American Saga – Chapter 2 (2024)
Michael Sarnoski directs Lupita Nyong’o, Joseph Quinn and the cats Schnitzel & Nico in this sci-fi horror prequel where one small sound brings down a horde of hungry aliens upon you.
Hey I’m in New York. I’ve got a cat let’s go to a Broadway show. Only about midway through I recognised a second London street corner fronting for the Big Apple. Not that this matters. Switching the alien invasion tension cranker to a still populated, debris shattered urban labyrinth adds massive obstacles to the heightened set pieces. Bunging a cute but oblivious cat into the mix is just bastardry of the highest level. My little Bill Clay is an obsessive noisemaker who would have us dead within minutes. This cat is a bit more chill, but only a bit. Nyong’o is very heartfelt and captivating as the vulnerable but determined lead on a side mission while everyone else is clambering to survive. Just like Michael Sarnoski’s Pig there are quirky character beats, soulful moments of humanity and a studied unpredictability that makes this sing. His visual style is very tactile, intimate. He even delivers an amazing horror set piece in a flooded subway tunnel…. And is smart enough to film a few alternate takes so there are red herrings in the much seen trailer. Best franchise blockbuster of the summer so far.
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