Chung-Hyun Lee directs Park Shin-hye, Jeon Jong-seo and Kin Sung-ryung in this Korean thriller where two girls from different decades can communicate with each other over time with deadly repercussions.
A good solid supernatural thriller that throws up some creepy paradoxes. Once it all gets going The Call is pretty restless in its desire to ring every permutation out of angering a psycho who has a twenty year head start on you no matter what you try. Almost to the point where it exhausts your patience just a little in its failure to wrap things up. Burning’s Jeon Jong-seo puts in another sexy but intense bout of unpredictable untrustworthiness.
David Dobkin directs Will Ferrell, Rachel McAdams and Dan Stevens in this musical comedy with the same narrative as pretty much every second Will Ferrell movie, here Eurovision replaces basketball, figure skating or NASCAR.
Two hours, one joke. At least it is an affectionate tribute to the annual phenomenon.
Rawson Marshall Thurber directs Jason Sudeikis, Jennifer Aniston and Emma Roberts in this comedy where a bunch of losers pose as a family on a RV holiday to smuggle drugs.
We’re The Millers runs its rail with a lot more thought put into production value than jokes. The kinda film written by people who have only ever experienced other Hollywood comedies rather than real life. As a targeted vehicle for Sudekis (think Ryan Reynold’s without the glamour) it often wastes the rest of the far naturally funnier cast. Will only be remembered for Jennifer Aniston’s game but PG-13 striptease sequence.
Alfred Hitchcock directs Robert Donat, Madeleine Carroll and Lucie Mannheim in this thriller where a man is framed for murder and chases down the few vague clues he has to uncover the conspiracy he is fatally embroiled in.
The original man on the run chase movie. Donat’s Hannay is one suave motherfucker – witty in the face of impending doom, dashing even when harried in the wilderness, only a cad when the ladies are too pigheaded to listen to charming reason. He skips from set piece to set piece – rivalled only by Indiana Jones in his ability to find himself from frying pan to fire to jaws of death. Some of the cliffhangers are perilous stunts like his iconic escape from a moving train on the Forth Rail Bridge but many are with a variety of ladies who are fighting off an irresistible urge to fall for the desperate man. Hitch loads every male / female interaction with a chaste lustiness, you get the feeling if Hannay had a moments respite he’d be at it like a sewing machine. Edwardian mores and the long arm of law stop him from consummating any of his encounters even when he kinkily spends a night handcuffed to Madeleine Carroll. There are peculiar little commentaries on party politics, nationalism, bureaucracy and marriage laced throughout The 39 Steps. The movie seems to be lampooning institutions whenever it isn’t derring and doing. Even if you’ve watched a fair few releases from The Thirties before you’ll be shocked at how thrilling it all is. A real outlier, it is something else. Hitch went on to make many classics but I genuinely think his reputation was cemented the moment he made such an ahead of its time proto-blockbuster. We wouldn’t have North By Northwest, The Fugitive or 3 Days of The Condor without it, but in all honesty this is the finest example of the sub-genre… it just happens to be the earliest. It moves so neck breakingly fast, THE END card appears, we fade out… and it takes you a few hours to realise Hannay is still very much in the stew when we leave him on a minor moment of triumph.
David Ayer directs Arnold Schwarzenegger, Mireille Enos and Olivia Williams in this action thriller where a corrupt DEA unit try to figure out who is killing them off one-by-one after a scam goes wrong.
A second try and this is still a major disappointment. Possibly the one project of the big Arnie comeback that had the potential to be a classic like the old days. It has a strong hook, lashings of gory, explicit violence and a toxic macho attitude. And it falls flat on its face. Casting is a big problem… your Sam Worthingtons and Terrence Howards and Mireille Enoses are not just already difficult to like actors in repugnant roles but they don’t really convince as the badass unit of every cartel’s worst nightmares. They try to talk the talk but you cannot imagine them walking the walk. It is very hard to care about a team this detestable, who not just behave shittily to each other and everyone else but consistently make dumb choices and tactical errors to boot. For example: You’ve got ten seconds until that oncoming train hits your caravan. The door is definitely locked. At what point wouldn’t you try the fucking window?… Still Arnie is as hard and pure as ever. There is an obviously tacked on reshoot ending where he takes on a dive bar of nobodies in a Stetson that is superior to any of the cacophony of nihilism that came before it. Seriously, that five minute amendment epilogue raises Sabotage’s score here significantly.
Simon Stone directs Carey Mulligan, Ralph Fiennes and Lily James in this period drama where an unlettered working class excavator is set to task on an overlooked Dark Ages mound that turns out to be the historically significant Sutton Hoo burial site.
Better than I anticipated, this is a quite involving drama that uses its ensemble like stepping stones, moving on to a new protagonist’s stiff upper lip soap opera with every new act while never losing its place in the greater geography of the story. There’s been the usual controversy /award season smear that such and such’s character was made up or that and that’s historical figure was far older… which is a nonsense when a low key, cleanly written drama is so involving. Embellishments are cinema, we come to be seduced, to see the filtered, enticingly tidied up version. This makes archeology sexy without a rolling boulder or bullwhip in sight. It makes the poshos seem dignified with minimal pomp or circumstance. Fiennes is particularly exemplary as the forthright man of talent having to navigate a world who dismiss him as cheap negotiable labour, he brings a dignity and quiet intelligence to the role. The often wet James and Mulligan are unusually good here, Stone brings out the best in these actresses in a fluid slice of 1930s cottagecore. Mike Eley’s on location cinematography is outstanding, you can feel the soil and sun and burrs, it immerses you so. The one glaring misstep the movie makes is we never really get a good prolonged look at the treasures painstakingly unearthed while emotions are being churned up around the edges of The Dig.
Lee Tamahori directs Nicolas Cage, Julianne Moore and Jessica Biel in this thriller based on a Philip K Dick story where a magician can see two minutes into his own future, meaning he can stay one step ahead of the authorities and terrorists who want him.
Starts out fun and sprightly with a diminished energy Cage sleazing about Las Vegas and overly sincerely trying to woo Biel. If it kept that focus and scale Next could’ve been a quirky little gem. The requirements of a bigger budget action production begin to dominate though, leading to some barely sketched villainy and shrug worthy set pieces. The blocky CGI is some of the very worst put on screen this side of the early Harry Potters. Polygon shitty.
Eugene Kotlyarenko directs Joe Keery, Sasheer Zamata and David Arquette in this found footage killer satire where an insta-fame wannabe starts filming and killing the passengers on his ride share shift.
An Influencer era update on The King of Comedy that never really finds its pace. Likeable Stranger Things stalwart Joe Keery holds it together admirably but I think it is fair to say many of us don’t find the world of streamers and youtubers and twitchers quite as fascinating as the old media of films and TV think we should. At least the blind narcissism means there’s a reason for the cameras not to stop and for multiple angles when needed, I guess?
Ronny Yu directs Monica Keener, Robert Englund and Katharine Isabelle in this horror crossover movie where the villains from Elm Street and Friday the 13th fight over who gets to kill the teens.
Pretty dumb and routine. Yu’s slick direction plays more expensive looking than the earlier franchise entries but makes minimal sense. The movie only comes to life when Freddy and Jason finally start tearing chunks out of each other on a construction site. This late in the day Looney Tunes violence isn’t worth waiting up for though. The kids are so underwritten and disposable that even the decent Keener and Isabelle struggle to be more than doomed T&A.
Tom Mankiewicz directs Dan Aykroyd, Tom Hanks and Alexandra Paul in this buddy cop comedy reboot of the Fifties straight laced detective show.
A favourite when I was a kid but put away and forgotten about like a Visionaries toy or a Bobby Brown cassette through my twenties and thirties. It hasn’t stood the test of time, being relatively jokeless and shapeless. There’s at least a definite energy to Dragnet, that means it is never boring even when it doesn’t work. Being both a big budget 80s comedy and directed by Roger Moore era 007 writer Mankiewicz there are three sequences of expensive vehicular slapstick where some more wittier silliness really should be. Aykroyd seems to be having a blast talking fast in jargon… that is his schtick. Hanks was already destined for better things. The rap they do at the end is atrocious.