Hayao Miyazaki directs Soma Santoki, Masaki Suda and Aimyon in this Japanese animation where a young boy meets a mysterious speaking heron after losing his mother during World War Two.
Very much a Studio Ghibli Greatest Hits. Weird little sad sack humanoid grotesques. Secret worlds. Cute edible floaters. This is slightly more grounded in adult emotions. There’s an obvious Miyazaki avatar lording it around in the shadows wanting to pass his creation on to another generation, hoping for safe hands. It could be half an hour shorter and the dream logic plotting means it is easy to drift off when we suddenly shift onto a new plane of existence. I really did love a lot of this and I’m not a die hard Miyazaki adherent.
Sofia Coppola directs Cailee Spaeny, Jacob Elordi and Dagmara Domińczyk in this biopic of Elvis’s child bride told from her point of view.
There’s definitely a movie here but the end result is quite watery and underwhelming. The look and the sound is utterly enthralling. The performances less so. This is an enigmatic biopic… leaving too much negative space for the gauche actors to get a little lost. Spaeny is fine, adrift in the glamour and living every high school girls dream. She and Coppola reign as they hint at the cult like community she is sucked into at Graceland. But the later suggestions of outright abuse and worse still come across as weak tea. Pretty much every marriage has moments where one partner loses their temper. Just all felt too obtuse… if you let it wash over you, rather than absorb you, Priscilla is… alright, momma.
Dick Clement directs Ronnie Barker, Richard Beckinsale and Peter Vaughan in this spin-off movie from the hit British prison sitcom.
No massive shakes as a unique cinematic experience but manages to recreate the humour and the clever characters away from the fake studio sets and transplant it all into a real working nick. Which creates a strange, but not unworkable, shift in tone.
Lars Von Trier directs Michael Elphick, Esmond Knight and Meme Lai in this experimental neo-noir where a retired detective returns to Europe to investigate a serial killer who roams an existential wasteland.
Very much an exercise in style – the sepia dunked palette and the pointless puzzle plot grow wearisome very soon. This kinda meta nothing mystery movie seemed quite prevalent in the Eighties and is one of Von Trier’s rare exercises in genre. Has a few shocking moments… but these days those are the very least you now expect from Lars…
Ira Sachs directs Franz Rogowski, Ben Whishaw and Adèle Exarchopoulos in this emotionally intelligent Parisian millennial drama where an absolute train wreck of a human being leaves his long term partner to explore a straight relationship after a one night stand… only to realise he has given up too much on a whim.
“Pssst… PSSSSTTT… Hey you!… Yeah, you… Come here… Wanna see Paddington Bear raw fuck another dude for five minutes straight?… Step right this way, my man…”
Jiří Menzel directs Václav Neckář, Jitka Bendová and Josef Somr in this Czechoslovak New Wave comedy about a teenage virgin who suffers from premature ejaculation when he starts working at the local railway station.
And this is more Carry On than kitchen sink. It is hard to see what the sniggering, horny fuss is all about until the second half. The seduction by rubber stamp and the fallout where an irate mother displays her “defiled” daughter to every man of authority is probably the satirical highpoint. There is some pessimism and fatalism that you’d never find in an American Pie sequel… not yet. The resistance / sabotage subplot is no more hard hitting than ‘Allo ‘Allo! Maybe the reason Sixties Czech filmmakers were so interested in one recent occupation was it gave them the chance to comment on another, more current regime indirectly? Still, you’d struggle to see what the Criterion release and Oscar win were all about going in cold in 2024?
Terry Jones directs Julie Walters, Alec McCowen and Shirley Stelfox in this “based on a true story” British sex comedy where a struggling single mum becomes a madame for kink specialists.
David Leland’s second script adapting the life of Cynthia Payne for the big screen. This is a bit squigglier than Wish You Were Here, with Walters’ performance being less well defined than Emily Lloyd’s show stopping debut. More kitchen sink than Carry On, Personal Service is a grimy but affectionate portrait of a gang of sexual outsiders. The ensemble casting is key. The film comes alive during a farcical wedding but that sequence feels quite separate from the tone of the rest of the movie.
Todd Solondz directs Heather Matarazzo, Brendan Sexton III and Eric Mabius in this teen comedy where twelve-year-old Dawn Wiener is continually bullied by her school peers and her suburban family.
Matarazzo puts in one of the great coming-of-age lead turns here, up there with Léaud’s Antoine Doinel and Bel Powley in The Diary Of A Teenage Girl. The film is funny but pummelling. Bleak and without respite or judgment or moralising or hope. Welcome To The Dollhouse is an acidic independent but I’m not sure it has much more to say than the world is a hopeless hell of mediocrity and pettiness. And as much as I love glossier studio contemporaries from the Nineties, this feels like an outlier that almost needs to exist as a counterpoint. A good proving ground for Solondz’s ultra anxious, hyper cynical Happiness, I do wish he’d go back to basics and make something of this or that ilk again.
George Cukor directs Norma Shearer, Joan Crawford and Rosalind Russell in this lengthy drama about a doting society wife who discovers her husband is cheating on her long after the rest of her friends and enemies do.
Famous for its all female cast, this expansion of the stage play absolutely rocks when it is catty, camp and couldn’t give a hot damn about The Code. To these modern eyes Shearer is a bit of a drip so it is a trudge when we focus too much on her. Russell is a genuine hoot however as the back stabbing, gossipy mega-bitch and everyone else looks alluring to a fault. There’s a Technicolour disruption at a fashion show, a wrestle at a divorce ranch and a farce finale. Though now more of a museum piece than an out-and-out classic there still plenty of pleasures to be sifted out here.