Luis Buñuel directs Jean-Claude Brialy, Jean Rochefort and Monica Vitti in the series of surrealist skits about modern life, perversity and intellectualism.

Slightly more accessible than The Milky Way but equally as dated and indulgent. You’d get a lot more out of watching just one episode of Monty Python.

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Jia Zhangke directs Zhao Tao, Liao Fan and Feng Xiaogang in this modern gangster melodrama following the on-off relationship between a gangster and his loyal moll.

The 21st century is navigated by encroaching western influences, mobile phone evolution and architectural expansion. A faltering relationship between a rising criminal and his lover goes through many twists and turns. To reveal the first big one here would rob the film of some of its power. I was glad I went in relatively blind. At two and a half hours, the epic and the intimate… the cliched and the enigmatic… work themselves into quite a spellbinding net. Zhao Tao’s lead role is distinctly rich and complex. Meaty enough that I bet every female Hollywood star is itching to get the remake rights. The final act set in the present day lacks the glamour and the natural propulsion of the earlier more gripping chapters but this is a strong piece of arthouse cinema. Well worth hunting down.

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Pier Paolo Pasolini directs Franco Citti, Ninetto Davoli and Maria Gabriella Maione in this anthology of bawdy mediaeval tales based on the classic text by Boccaccio.

Carry On style larks with arthouse production values. Daft, erotic and spirited. I really enjoyed this despite a horrid collection of the worse teeth in any movie ensemble ever.

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David Robert Mitchell directs Brett Jacobsen, Claire Sloma and Amanda Bauer in this teen drama where various teens go on romantic quests during the last night of summer partying.

A calling card debut, too slight to really be its own thing. There are lots of missed chances and fey realisations but the competing various threads have no real narrative strengths. The performances are attractive but none of them you hook you in. So you are left with a vibe. And it’s a vibe has worked better in David Robert Mitchell‘s next two films It Follows and Under the Silver Lake. An air of unspoken creepiness… woozy, hazy but with the distinct impression something deeper, mythical, unfathomable is going down just out of frame. He is a very distinctive director, one I really like, yet his debut is just a little too uninvolving than to be anything more than a low budget advert for his burgeoning house style.

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Newt Arnold directs Jean-Claude Van Damme, Donald Gibb and Leah Ayres in this martial arts film where a soldier goes A.W.O.L. to compete in an underground competition for his master’s honour.

Not a particularly good film but camp and bloodthirsty in all the right ways. You can’t help but enjoy it. The athleticism of a young Van Damme is a thing of beauty. There is a pleasing unintentional Alan Partridge-esque quality to his journey; the tightly combed side parting, the hanging around in a mid budget hotel, his awkward attempt to ignore a sexual assault on a bus. And we also get a loooooooong flashback sequence where a gormless teenager is dubbed by an adult approximating what a teenage Muscles From Brussels might sound like. Pretty sweet stuff! The fights themselves are fast moving, muscular affairs. The soft rock soundtrack and montage edits get the blood going. There’s a base humour that is infecting. The funnest part is the backstory. All based on the lies and embellished tales of a self-aggrandising fabulist called Frank Dux. He made up the Kumite contest and his record card is proudly displayed over the final freeze frame even though it is as iffy and unverified as your bullshitting school mate whose uncle was a black belt ninja. Certainly the most beer and pizza friendly “based on a true story” feature I’ve scratched my chinny beard through.

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Luis Buñuel directs Catherine Deneuve, Fernando Rey and Franco Nero in this drama about a young girl who becomes the ward of a hypocritical bon vivant, who desires her yet cannot control her.

While no Belle De Jour, I enjoyed this slight tale. The cast impress, especially Fernando Rey’s pathetic yet likeable older libertarian. Deneuve is as mysteriously beautiful as ever as the naïf corrupted. It does feel like a project that slightly loses its grip along the way at times.

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Anthony and Joe Russo direct Chris Evans, Robert Downey Jnr and Chris Hemsworth in this continuation of the cliffhanger left by Infinity War and culmination of many of the character arcs set up in the Marvel universe over the last decade.

Again… were my expectations too high for this? After the five star suckerpunch of Thanos completing his gauntlet, was I expecting the same trick to happen twice? Instead we get something bitty and unfocused, three hours of fan service. The opening act is an hour long catch-up with dour survivors. Then once the magic of time travel (it was always going to be time travel) is harnessed we get a bunch of alternate takes through previously enjoyed scenes. Think Back to the Future Part 2 but with a whole 20 release franchise to muck about in. And the muck about produces smiles, laughs and feels. Yet also plays out like a string of end credit Easter Eggs. Moments that seem like neat ideas, off cuts that don’t really fit into the grand narrative but that will make the hardcore bray in recognition. Three characters in a row get to make emotional amends with lost loved ones during the life and death time hop mission. Overkill or over resurrection? Then we get our final apocalyptic Mexican Stand-Off. A brilliant shot of Steve Rogers ready to take on the full assault of Thanos’ legions single handledy, a hamfisted shot to remind us that nearly every Marvel film has featured at least one actress each… some of whom are uncharacteristically entering the fray to make a visual point which nobody really needed clarifying. Battles are fought, lives lost, stories ended. It feels like an adequate finale, it just doesn’t click like its predecessor. Ruffalo’s nerdy Hulk and Evans’ Cap prove their worth, others struggle to make their strands significant. I think I prefer solo adventures to cast of thousands ensembles.

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Jacques Audiard directs John C Reilly, Joaquin Phoenix and Jake Gyllenhaal in this revisionist western where two hitman cross America to find a prospector with a lucrative secret.

I’ve read Patrick deWitt’s novel… that felt like it should be adapted into a freewheeling road movie on horseback with killers meeting various eccentrics and slowly embracing new fads and ideas. This adaptation focuses more on the destination. The last act where two pairs of men find a kind of fatal fraternity, the eventual survivors growing from their experience. I guess that’s the more emotionally intelligent take on the source material but I missed the book’s more comical interludes in the mode of The Coen Brothers’ True Grit or O’Brother Where Art Thou. Audiard has brought us a very beautiful film. The opening sequence is a nighttime gun battle, illuminated only by the flashes of bullets igniting from rifles. And we get three of modern cinema’s best actors playing more traditional roles. Gyllenhaal and Phoenix aren’t stretched but get showy moments. Reilly in his usual sadsack demeanour is the man of begrudging action and quiet cunning. He has a career littered with great comedy supports and background schlubs, this rare lead shows what an endearing yet convincingly brutal presence he can be front and centre. I wasn’t overawed by The Sisters Brothers, I possibly had preconceived expectations that weren’t met, yet it has stuck around in the front of my thoughts since seeing it. I want to experience it again. So I’m going to score it just slightly higher than I would have on exiting the cinema.

7

My Top 10 John C Reilly Movies

1. The Thin Red Line (1998)

2. Guardians of the Galaxy (2014)

3. Tale of Tales (2015)

4. Boogie Nights (1997)

5. Kong: Skull Island (2017)

6. The Lobster (2015)

7. The Sisters Brothers (2018)

8. Stan and Ollie (2018)

9. Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby (2006)

10. Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story (2007)

Tom Harper directs Jessie Buckley, Sophie Okonedo and Julie Walters in this drama about a Glaswegian single mum, just released from prison and looking for a handout to follow her dream of being a country singer.

One of the most selfish, self sabotaging and unlikable lead characters ever to carry a film. Beast and Taboo proved what a great actress Jessie Buckley is but she could not make me care about this obnoxious fuck up.

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Neil Marshall directs David Harbour, Sasha Lane and Milla Jovovich in the comic book reboot where a gruff hellspawn raised by a covert squad protects humanity from monsters and demons.

Nowhere near the clusterfuck that its critical reputation would have you believe. There are problems… it is a noticeably cheaper production, there is a lower common denominator target it lazily aims for and Sasha Lane isn’t exactly a performer who blends naturally. Yet I enjoyed it… the creature design was fantastic (especially the Lovecraftian flesh gargantuans unleashed in the third act). There is plenty of action and splatter. Harbour makes a good fist of a role the mighty Ron Perlman owned. Jovovich makes for a well motivated villain – this is probably the best thing she’s done since The Fifth Element. If you can accept that the sublime sheen, grace and heart Guillermo Del Toro brought to his pair of blockbusters aren’t going to be replicated here then there’s gloopy larks to be had. In all honesty, sometimes you really want a bit of unabashed, down and dirty creature baiting rather than prestige arthouse fare in comic book genre clothing.

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