Showing posts with label Film. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Film. Show all posts

Saturday, 23 April 2011

Somewhere....

....Kel and I just watched this film, tonight. Stephen Dorff leads (a sparse) cast, directed by Sofia Coppola.



The Director treads the familiar ground of celebrity, but rather than an actor past his prime, (Bill Murray in Lost in Translation), the protagonist in Somewhere, Dorff, plays a successful, global movie star, Johnny Marco, despite which whose life seems to be more mundane than glamorous.



The opening scene of the film, in what is clearly a metaphor for his life, shows Marco driving in circles at the wheel of his top of the range Ferrari. Going nowhere, over and over. Scenes throughout the film replicate this slow, studious pace as Marco leads his life between filming.



Half way through, his 11 year old daughter, Cleo, played by Elle Fanning, joins him, after her mother leaves town. The intimate portrait of father and daughter is every part interesting and warming, as it is slightly awkward. But it seems to help Marco come to some kind of realisation - that he has to actively change his lifestyle. Leave it all behind.



It's a subtle, well realised film, highlighting the banality of a high profile lifestyle, but also the special bond between father & daughter. Coppola uses clever devices of repetition throughout - from the crackling of burning ash on each cigarette draw, to the dulling, roar of the Ferrari engine. Every thing is the same. It doesn't make for an action packed film, but a rewarding one, particularly in the closing scenes.

Wednesday, 13 April 2011

TV On The Radio, Nine Types Of Light....

The new album, from Brooklyn's finest is out now. I've yet to give it a full listen, but expect to hear falsetto-rock-blues-pop-wig-out of the highest order. Sometimes their music is indefinable, but always absorbing.


TVOTR

And if you like your music visual, then they have that to. TVOTR have created a rather wonderful 'film' of their album, whereby each track plays back to back, with a video for each.



Watch & listen. Good, good.

Saturday, 26 March 2011

Submarine....

....Kel & I ducked the anti-cuts march, the England qualifier, the Cricket World Cup and the boat race, to enjoy an afternoon at the cinema. We went to see Richard Ayoade's debut feature, Submarine, after decent critical reviews.



And, well, that was what I thought - decent. It is, ultimately a dark film, of love and relationships, peppered with wonderfully funny moments.



However, I thought that after a bright start, it got a little lost and slow in the middle, before picking up and ending nicely. It's a coming of age film, where through the protagonist, Oliver Tate, (played by Craig Roberts), we witness a tumultuous few weeks in his life where he strives to maintain a relationship with his parents, neighbours, classmates and potential first girlfriend, Jordana, (played by Yasmin Paige).


Oliver & Jordana

It's well acted, warm, sad, darkly comic and runs to music written by Alex Turner, but for me the swampy middle makes it lack real memorability.


Neighbour, Graham, (played by Paddy Considine).

I did like the titles though, (as in the font and how they were set), and I also liked the film format of Prologue / Parts / Epilogue, as though Oliver may have written it himself, (or at least wanted to make it seem that way).


Debut director, Richard Ayoade

In all, a decent debut by Ayoade. Worth a look, but maybe hold on for the DVD.



Friday, 11 March 2011

Animal Kingdom....

....The credits to the film have just rolled. I'm in the house on my own and it's dark and quiet. Believe me, that makes a difference having just watched this.



It's not a horror, (in case that's how I just made it sound), but a tremendous, gripping, psychological, crime drama that is coated in suspense for good measure. My arms are stiff - I can only imagine it is because I was clenching my fists throughout.



An Australian film, directed by David Michod, it portrays a young Joshua Cody, (played by James Frecheville), who's mum has recently died. This leaves 'J' with no alternative but to move in with his extended family and get caught up in the crime, drugs, and death that is their everyday life. And at the head of the family, it is all over seen by a 'Godmother' like figure in Janine Cody, (played by Jacki Weaver).


J and Janine

Whilst it is impossible to take your eyes from the film at any point, it is not owing to gratuitous violence or in your face action. In fact the pace is relatively slow and brooding, but packed with suspense. Wonderfully subtle in it's lighting and magnificently acted throughout, I felt a real affection, (or more correctly disaffection), for many of the cast.


Darren Cody, Craig Cody and Pope

Guy Pearce, playing good cop, Leckie, is typically commendable. His character is tasked with trying to help J out, in what is a torrid situation. For J is, as Leckie's analogy about the animal kingdom goes, a 'weak creature'. One who has only survived through the protection of the 'strong'.


J and Leckie

But these stronger animals are also the ones most attracted to crime, and with that the kingdom of J and Janine, gets shaken up beyond all of their expectations.

Riveting. Go and see it.

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Howl....

....With the onset of a post pancake low, Doug, Kel and I decided to watch Howl, a Rob Epstein & Jeffery Friedman film based on Allen Ginsberg and his now infamous poem Howl.



James Franco plays the Beat Generation poet, as the film, from beginning to end, narrates the piece. It is done so through the court proceedings of it's alleged obscenity, a personal interview with the poet himself, his first delivery of the poem to a local crowd and some obtuse, stoner animation.



Each intertwine wonderfully, lucidly and Franco is convincing in his portrayal of Ginsberg.



Peter Orlovsky & Allen Ginsberg / Aaron Tveit & James Franco

I, (perhaps shamefully), did not know any of the content of Howl, but can gladly say that this film has immediately made me want to search it out and study it. Like when I first heard Burroughs, (yes, an audio tape), or read Plath. I think deep down I love poetry, and this is no exception.



By its very nature, the film can be intense, so might not be for all, but it was certainly a hit for Doug and I. And Kelly. Kelly? Are you awake? Oh, never mind. Go and see it.

Wednesday, 9 February 2011

The Fighter....

....Another day, another film. This one, directed by David O. Russell, is based on the true story of U.S boxer Micky Irish Ward. The welterweight fighter is none too known, but retired as recently as 2003, having formerly been world champion.



The reason behind this biopic, I guess, lies largely in the circumstance through which Micky, (played by Mark Wahlberg), overcomes before reaching that goal. The film begins not with his childhood, but firmly in adulthood, with Micky already a renowned local boxer. More renowned, however, is his step brother Dicky Eklund, (played by Christian Bale), who, despite losing the fight, once knocked down Sugar Ray Leonard. However, things have changed - Dick is addicted to crack whilst still trying to convince himself he can make a come back, alongside training Micky up to do what he couldn't - be World Champion.



Bale is phenomenal - scrawny, deep sunken eyes, slurred speech. Creating a man you quickly dislike, yet somehow still believe in. Micky is the opposite. More shy by comparison, he wants to box well and stay out of trouble. With that, Wahlberg plays it well too - he's believable, likeable and whilst you want him to win, it just seems too far out of reach to be possible.



The film builds, with Micky eventually getting a title shot. And with Dick freshly out of jail, freshly off the crack, his brother takes him back in to his corner once more. It is a truly rewarding film - a feel good film that packs more punch emotionally than it does brutally. I really enjoyed it and so should you.


Micky Ward Vs Arturo Gatti, fight 1, round 9

Tuesday, 8 February 2011

AMV Park Cup...

....Our bi-annual football match at work, where the 'suits' play the 'creatives' was competed toward the back end of last year. The 'suits', (my side), brought the overall score level by running out 3-1 victors in this fixture. (Watch out for a Messi-like goal by yours truly. And some Robert Green-like goalkeeping from the opposition!)

Monday, 7 February 2011

127 hours....

....I had heard the story of Aron Ralston long before this film came out.


A photo Aron Ralston took of himself whilst trapped.

There was such a media frenzy surrounding his survival story from 2003, it made it across the pond. And rightly so - a true feat of strength and character. So, then, I was interested to see quite how Danny Boyle could make a feature film out of such little action.



The film opens in a triple split screen, music pumping bundle of energy.....which quickly comes to represent the adventurous spirit of Ralston and how he views life. But, when the accident happens in Blue John Canyon, (his arm becoming trapped under an immovable bolder), the film descends in to more a social study. Of human character and spirit.


A still of James Franco re-enacting the moment Ralston captured of himself, above.

James Franco, playing Ralston, was excellent - and had to be as the camera was always on him. The monologues in to his handheld camera descended in to hallucinogenic rambles as a lack of food and water took it's toll, and the realisation that the only way out, was cut off his own arm.



And so he does. And we watch - a man, with a blunt blade, cutting himself free using the last dregs of energy he owns. It is incredibly moving to watch. It provokes me to think, would I have done the same? Would you? I hope we need ever find out. Typically, today, Ralston continues to be a climber and mountaineer, has a wife and family and has learnt from his experience - in that, now, he'll always leave a note to say where he is going!

Wednesday, 2 February 2011

Black Swan....

....Much has been talked of this film and plenty written. Having said that, I have not actually read any reviews, but heard the word 'dark' bandied about a lot. And sure it is, but then the story it is portraying - Swan Lake - is a dark one in itself.



Director Darren Aronofsky, has taken that edge and twisted it in to a horror film. It seemed to me that the film overtly portrayed life imitating art - with Nina Sayers, (played by Natalie Portman), handed the role of Queen Swan.



Portman's performance held the required intensity and flawless beauty, but sometimes, like the scratches on her own back, was an irritant. Nina, (Queen Swan), is a ballerina with such focus, dedication and drive for perfection, that her life became a replica of the performance she craved to master - meaning a constant battle with the Black Swan within her.



The soundtrack, not just musically, but the sound engineering, was brilliant. Panting breath, raps of wind and more, all invading your inner ear, as your mind is messed with by the scene in front of you. The cinematography too made for an eery intensity from the start, even in the most mundane moments - something was always afoot.



In reaching the crescendo of the Swan Lake performance, we also reach the crescendo of the film, but not before a psychological twist and then turn. I really enjoyed it. I am not placed to say if the ballerina performances were passable, but the acting was top drawer. My only niggle was that at times it was in danger of slipping in to the slightly mock horror, (ie, some of the gory moments unintentionally bordered the hilarious), but managed to stay just on the right side. Well worth a watch.

Tuesday, 1 February 2011

The King's Speech....


....Much lauded, I watched this film tonight.



Aside from the subject, (that the film title makes obvious), it is the relationship between King George VI, (Bertie, played by Colin Firth) and his speech therapist, (Lionel, played by Geoffrey Rush), that is at its heart. And what a relationship it is, with Rush stealing the show with an exceptional performance of eccentricity and humour. Together, he and Firth produced some funny and truly touching moments, whilst around them the film built up tension as the prospect of a war time speech loomed.



The speech itself was not flawless, but delivered with true nerve and ultimately, success. Throughout, the supporting actors, including Helena Bonham Carter and Guy Pearce were also a joy to watch, whilst the direction by Tom Hooper was superb, with detailed, considered scenes that captured the spirit of the time and the King's personality beautifully.



It was interesting, (and warming), to read in the closing credits, that Bertie and Lionel remained close friends for the remainder of their lives too.
Inevitably, the film has several Oscar nods, and whilst I don't think that Firth should win, I do think that Rush deserves best support. Well worth watching.

Sunday, 30 January 2011

South America. Done....

....Kelly and I returned on Monday from our month long trip in South America. Just to remind you, we were given the opportunity after I won an award at work. In memory of Matt Elliott, a former employee of AMV who tragically died, the 'Radiator Award' is a 2 week travel bursary that, in his spirit, should be used for the 'adventure of a lifetime'. We extended our 2 weeks to a month and late last year booked the trip with Trailfinders, them helping us to work out the most suitable, productive route to take. So it transpired we were to visit Argentina, (Buenos Aires / Mendoza / Iguazu Falls), Brazil, (Rio) and Colombia, (Taganga / Sierra Nevada for the 'Lost City' trek / Cartagena).
This is, (as briefly as possible), how it all shaped up:

Buenos Aires, Argentina.
We spent 5 days here, staying in the San Telmo district, with it's antiques shops and a market on Sundays. Our highlight was an empanada cooking class in the suburbs of the city. It was hosted by Teresita, at her lovely home and included a vast, meat laden barbeque with plenty of wine. We also saw in New Year whilst we were here, dining al fresco on Plaza Dorrego - a superb evening. We also enjoyed Recoleta cemetery and La Boca.


(New Year's Eve)





Mendoza, Argentina.
We took an overnight bus, that was more akin to flying business class, to reach Mendoza. Here we completed a vineyard tour, in Chacras de Coria, by bicycle, spent a day horse trekking in the shadow of the Andes and ate our best steak, at Don Mario.





Iguazu Falls, Argentina.
Perhaps the highlight of my whole trip, the falls blew me away. They can be witnessed from both Brazil and Argentina, which we did. In one day. The sheer volume of water and the noisy rage that ensues, is breath taking. Our accommodation here was also spectacular in its own, hidden, secretive way. A wonderful couple of days.


(Our accommodation & the falls)






Rio, Brazil.
This, due to its brief nature, could almost be considered a token visit. Only 3 days. But boy was it worth it. We crammed in Corcovado, (statue of Christ), a Favela tour, Santa Teresa and time on Ipanema beach.






Taganga, Colombia.
We landed at Santa Marta, but our bags didn't. We moved on to Taganga where we had accommodation. 27 hours later, our bags were returned. Two hours after that, they were gone again: stolen, after our room was broken in to. One hour after that, they returned once more, after being gathered from the hillside behind our hostel, minus a few items. Drama. As a result of this, our time in Taganga wasn't as productive as we hoped, but still enjoyable.






Cuidad Perdida, (Lost City), trek, Sierra Nevada, Colombia.
An incredible five day trek, reaching the city on day three, then retracing our steps a day quicker on the return. The trek itself was a challenge, with some gruelling hills and ravine crossings, whilst the city exceeded all expectations in its scale, history and beauty. We were treated exceptionally well throughout, with our guide Ali & his team being informative, helpful, master chefs and fruit providers at the most crucial times. We walked with wonderful people and so had a wonderful time.






Cartagena, Colombia.
The final destination of our holiday and the most architecturally beautiful. The old city, surrounded by a thick defence wall, with cannons peeping out, used to keep pirates at bay way back when. The buildings within these walls have remained untouched, providing an almost living museum of colonial housing lining intertwined streets, each charismatic in it's colour and decay. Down the road, the oh so different new city, where high rise hotels and casinos are the backdrop to Cartagena's beach. It isn't the greatest beach, so Kelly and I visited the truly Carribbean Playa Blanca to really relax.






(Havana Cafe, Cartagena)


Home. London.
Now we're back, it has taken this week to fully recover. We lost a night's sleep due to travel, so have been catching up ever since. It has also taken a week to fully recognise just what an incredible month we have had. How fortunate we have been, what truly memorable sights and fantastic people that we've met. I would like to take the opportunity to once again thank AMV, for the generosity of the award, but also for the great spirit in which it is given. Also to thank Matt's parents, Rick & Sue and his sister Sarah for their endless positivity and warmth - the gift of a journal that they gave me, now fully filled, will be appearing on these pages very soon. (You can follow Rick & Sue on their antipodean adventure here.)

Wednesday, 26 January 2011

NEDs....

....None Educated Delinquents - a film a few of the guys gathered together to watch tonight. Officially, it was our first TBC night of 2011. Remember them?! We cycled for a pint at the Princess Louise, then on to dinner at Carluccio's by the Renoir Cinema in Russell Square. After having talked about the film when walking out and Liam & I all the way home, I am still not entirely sure what to make of it.



Certainly it's a brooding, dark, tension-filled two hours, that's for sure. There have been mild comparisons to Dead Man's Shoes or This Is England....but I immediately held more affection for them. I understood the narrative. Here, a smart Glaswegian boy, John McGuire, seems to have his destiny in his hands. But rather than chose the right way, adolescence and perhaps his immediate environment, (criminal older brother, alcoholic, wife-beating father), made him fall in with the local NEDs. Soon, McGuire's personality seems to change irrevocably, leading to fairly brutal scenes.



*SPOILER ALERT*

Two scenes left me somewhat baffled - one, with him at his most destructive, he fantasises about a Jesus statue coming to life and embracing him. Redemption? Seeing the light? Who knows. And then the final scene, where McGuire is confronted, inescapably by one of his victims. They lead one another through a field of lions - perhaps a metaphor....but for what I just don't know.



I didn't dislike the film, but I can't work out if I enjoyed it either. One thing is for certain, the acting, throughout, was exceptional. The cast gave you a sense of what it was really like to be walking in a Glasgow estate in the 70s. And believe me, it is not something I would like to have done!

Friday, 10 December 2010

Reverting to Type....

....Richie has stepped up his typographic game.



For a few years now he has been collaborating with Graham Bignell & New North Press to create beautiful, much sought after letterpress posters. Together they have now conceived, curated and created an exhibition full of new work from collaborators world wide. If the 'Reverting to Type' Private View, at Standpoint Gallery, was anything to go buy, it is a wild success, and should hopefully allow it to become an annual exhibition.



Read more here, see Richie's blog here and his website, here. Following, a few of us grabbed a bite to eat around the corner at Busaba to discuss the finer points of ligatures, serifs and kerning.


Alice, Doug, Harrie, Rich, Lynn, Liam

Oh, and make sure you visit the show....and if you like, buy a few too! Congratulations Richie.

Thursday, 9 December 2010

AMV Christmas Party....

....This year was a more opulent affair, with a, (slightly obvious and perhaps too well tread), Mad Men theme, held at Molton House. The theme allowed for the ladies to look truly spectacular, courtesy of hair & make-up stylists working there socks off throughout the day to satisfy demand. The chaps got to don their favourite suits, perhaps spray their hair grey a la Roger Sterling and there were certainly more spectacles on show than I'd seen before. Entertainment was provided by the truly exceptional AMV Band, followed by enough music and dancing to tire the most energetic of us.


A great celebration of the year and to see in Christmas. (I'm writing this from an empty floor, mind, so not sure how much work will get done today......)



Tuesday, 9 November 2010

Bill Bailey, Dandelion Mind....

....Tonight I surprised Kelly with an early Christmas present, with tickets to see Bill Bailey at the Wyndham Theatre.



We began the evening with a quick bite to eat at the marvellously unpretentious and hearty eaterie that is Gaby's cafe, in the heart of Leicester Square.





Kel & I were really excited to see Bill Bailey, after becoming fans from his numerous appearances on panel shows like Buzzcocks and QI, alongside brilliant comedies like Black Books. Tonight's performance was along the theme of doubt.......or was it?!.....and allowed Bailey's idiosyncratic comedy to come to the fore.


Bill Bailey's Essential Guide to the Orchestra

He is like a more musically proficient Stewart Lee in terms of his intelligent, surreal, punk-ethic routines. You can sit there and split your sides, or alternatively have a five minute period where you haven't laughed, but remain totally and utterly engaged. The show covered topics from football, to politics, advertising to music and of course doubt.


Apocalyptic rave

Interestingly, Bailey raised a story about his use of Spanish on a trip to Columbia. Kelly and my ears pricked as he continued on about Santa Marta and the Lost City Trek - exactly what we'll be doing come January. If it's good enough for Bill, (even if he was stoned), it's good enough for us. And so was tonight. Rambling, surreal, infectious, musical, intelligent, hysterical comedy genius.

Sunday, 31 October 2010

Hallowe'en....

....It seems that this year's was more hotly anticipated and celebrated than others I remember. I am not sure why, but with Hallowe'en falling on a Sunday, the dressing up began as early as Friday on the streets of London.



Kelly and I were invited to a Hammer Horror themed night. But starved of horror films as a kid, I had to research what the potential Hammer options were.....and rather then the more obvious Dracula or Frankenstein, I adopted a more lateral approach. The Snorkel from 1958, (in which the victims are asphyxiated whilst the killer survives by wearing a snorkel), was my choice.



Kelly was a glamorous, runaway victim of The Mummy.




Frightful

Chris hosted a great night in his fantastic warehouse / studio / flat. I must say though, the theme hadn't been strictly adhered to and I was a little disappointed that my outfit wasn't instantly recognisable to all(!)


Phil, (anon), Chris




Gemma, Nico, Kelly, Branca

A fun night and one that has opened up a whole horror genre that I feel compelled to explore further.

Tuesday, 26 October 2010

The Social Network....

....Kelly and I went to see The Social Network tonight and in line with the critical acclaim it has received to date, we enjoyed it very much.



However, I found it a slow starting film, as the story is set about computer whizz kid Mark Zuckerberg, with his friend Eduardo, and their creation of what we now know as FaceBook. This pedestrian beginning had me twitching slightly, as did some lazy camera effects, showing clearly that in one scene, freezing condensation from the mouths of the actors was computer generated.



But from them on, the film is well shot and the very fact it is based on reality, is fascinating. In fact, I am not certain that the positivity toward the film from all angles, is not simply down to being given an insight in to the making of a $25billion business. For director David Fincher, this was a fairly subdued directorial piece, but classy and convincing all the same. In fact the only scene that noticeably smacked of his touch, was the Henley Regatta scene, where use of soft focus and tightly cropped camera angles, added intensity and beauty to a piece that didn't even necessarily need it!



The cast were all superb, with Jesse Eisenberg entirely convincing as the genius, but fairly unlikable, Zuckerberg and I was also impressed with Justin Timberlake as smooth talking womaniser Sean Parker.



The more I post rationalise the film, the more frightening I find it. The reality of it all, that is. On getting home and writing this up, it has left me feeling both modern, (to live in this technological era), and a machine, (to be a slave to it). I feel I'm looking at my laptop screen in an altogether different way.



A very good and intriguing film, but one that also made me glad I'm not on FaceBook. But, boy, am I in awe of its power. It is insanely powerful.......as is Zuckerberg, and this film only marks the relative embryonic beginnings for both that man, his business and their plausible bid for world domination.

Friday, 22 October 2010

Yeasayer, Roundhouse 21.10.10....

....Kelly and I joined Sarah and Sandra at the Roundhouse for this anticipated gig.


Sarah, Sandra, Kelly, Roy

Having previously seen Yeasayer, outdoor at LoveBox, earlier in the year, I was keen to see if an indoor, more prestigious environment would alter my perspective. It did to an extent, in that I felt their more slow, broody songs really held up, with the vocal arrangements even more startling in their execution. However, the more upbeat numbers around which Yeasayer's reputation has grown, (and where they triumphed outdoor), felt a little bit hollow and subdued. Or maybe we, as a crowd, just weren't on form.



I didn't think it was helped by a lack of stage theatre. For all their well thought, innovative artwork and often bizarre videos, a simple white cloth is all that adorned the stage.


Album artwork for Odd Blood

The lighting was fairly one dimensional too - which is a shame as I've begun to realise the importance of such factors, alongside the live music itself.



The set was quick, interspersed with genuine humbled words from lead man Chris Keating, at playing such a great venue. As the band rolled out for the inevitable encore, they hit us with the magic '2080', but I was hugely disappointed not to hear 'I remember', for me the stand out track on 'Odd Blood'. A good gig, but with room for improvement, from a band I think can be truly special.