Mike Flanagan has really made a name for himself when it comes to horror on TV with the Haunting of Hill House and The Haunting of Bly Manor, and Midnight Mass is a worthy, wordy addition to his canon. Yes the show is a dialogue-heavy slow-burn but Flanagan excels at painting a small-town community with so much depth and empathy that the slow pace becomes part of the charm, and the monologues frequently devastate. And when the show does depict its central horror, it's as bleak and cruel as Flanagan has ever been. While the Haunting shows argued that love is a force capable of surviving any evil, Midnight Mass is decidedly more nihilistic, suggesting that destruction comes for us all, so we might as well face it together. Along the way, there's profound insights on faith, redemption and addiction, brought to life by a cast that combines some of Flanagan's main players (great to see Rahul Kohli come back as yet another standout character), as well as a couple of new faces, such as Hamish Linklater's deeply disturbed Father Paul Hill, who proves that the road to hell really is paved with good intentions. It was as meticulous and beguiling as TV got this year, and absolutely worth the patience for the jaw-dropping, gut-wrenching final episode
Wednesday, 26 January 2022
Top 15 TV Shows of 2021
Mike Flanagan has really made a name for himself when it comes to horror on TV with the Haunting of Hill House and The Haunting of Bly Manor, and Midnight Mass is a worthy, wordy addition to his canon. Yes the show is a dialogue-heavy slow-burn but Flanagan excels at painting a small-town community with so much depth and empathy that the slow pace becomes part of the charm, and the monologues frequently devastate. And when the show does depict its central horror, it's as bleak and cruel as Flanagan has ever been. While the Haunting shows argued that love is a force capable of surviving any evil, Midnight Mass is decidedly more nihilistic, suggesting that destruction comes for us all, so we might as well face it together. Along the way, there's profound insights on faith, redemption and addiction, brought to life by a cast that combines some of Flanagan's main players (great to see Rahul Kohli come back as yet another standout character), as well as a couple of new faces, such as Hamish Linklater's deeply disturbed Father Paul Hill, who proves that the road to hell really is paved with good intentions. It was as meticulous and beguiling as TV got this year, and absolutely worth the patience for the jaw-dropping, gut-wrenching final episode
Saturday, 22 January 2022
REVIEW: Scream (2022)
Do you like scary movies? Because Hollywood does, and they've got the franchises to prove it. Scream has always been a series built on a real love for slasher films. The films may be sly, satirical and self-aware, but there's always been a good natured meta-tinged fun to Scream, and with this fifth entry helmed by the directors of modern-horror classic Ready or Not, that's very much still the case. The following review will be entirely spoiler free, at least as far as the reveals and the kills go, but I will be discussing some of the broader themes and ideas that this film is commenting on, so consider yourself warned if you've yet to return to Woodsboro
The first thing to know about Scream 5 is that it's a legasequel, softly rebooting the franchise with a lot of new faces, while still keeping them connecting to the original characters and bringing back a murderer's row of fan-favourites before following this mix of old and new players as they try to survive a whole new wave of Ghostface killings. The film leans into the meta-fun right from the start with an impressive opening that retraces the original's steps before thrillingly subverting it in a way that blends the familiar with some new spins on old ideas. Get used to that, because it's really the bulk of this film, and for that reason, it's a movie that really plays to the fanbase. Maybe that's an obvious thing to say about the fifth entry of a beloved franchise but Scream 5 is so packed to the gills with references to the previous 4 that anyone who's had a passing interest in any of these films will find something to enjoy. Most of these are throwaway nods or tie into the idea of legacy reboots but even the core components that bring back older ideas really feels like its directly addressing anyone who has even the most remote connection with this franchise
The new additions here are strong across the board. The turns from the younger cast-especially Jenna Ortega, Jack Quaid and Jasmin Savoy Brown- are properly exciting, and the way the film leans into the idea of the killer targeting legacy characters is a nice touch. As for the older faces, they're fairly well integrated for the most part too. David Arquette is maybe the best he's ever been in these films, while Courtney Cox holds back a little in her first few scenes before coming back with a bang(s) in the climax. And then there's Neve Campbell. I'm slightly torn on how Sidney is brought back: on one hand, her return to Woodsboro feels a little contrived, but come the climax, it's hard to feel like that's not a deliberate choice on some level given how knowing this film approaches its own legacy. The way both sets of characters handled is even handed and rendered with a lot of love. No one feels shortchanged here, and everyone fits into the wider mystery fairly organically
The film's thrills are constant and effective. I'm not entirely sold on a lot of the commentary on display but the tension is high and the film impresses with some really bold narrative choices that it has the chutzpah to stand by. No neat rugpulls or half-hearted reversals, just a totally unsparing approach to the mortality of its main cast. It's decisions like these that serve as a reminder of how shocking that first film's opening is, and the fact that these films still have teeth after twenty six years is really welcome in a world of late-stage sequels that lose their luster over time. Without spoiling anything, the kills are pleasingly gruesome and enjoyably creative, constantly making use of Scream's trademark weapon: tongue-in cheek irony
Just as previous Screams have taken aim at sequels, trilogies, and reboots, Scream 5 is totally centered around the state of horror in 2022, which means lots of commentary on legacies and notions of elevated genre, and it's here where I think the film sags slightly under the weight of its ideas. Self-awareness has been baked into the series from day one but Scream 5's take on a horror landscape fascinated with legacy sequels and familiar iconography is heavily flawed to say the least. The constant references to Stab are repetitive and really lack variety, making a few strong points early on before really hitting a point of diminishing returns as the film progresses. The film overlabours its point and really retreads a lot of the same ground as the previous entries, which nearly demonstrates a lack of the kind of self-awareness that gave the others-especially Scream 2- a lot more bite. The thrills, chills and kills always deliver but for a franchise that defines itself on its genre-savviness, the most shocking reveal of all is how trite a lot of this feels
Thankfully, all of this is worth it for a climax that is unsparingly critical of toxic fan culture and petty entitlement. It might spend the bulk of its run spinning its satirical wheels, but the last 20 minutes are as sharp and on-point as these movies have ever been, and the whole sequence saves the film as a result. Everything clicks into place with an ending that really understands the rhythms of fan discourse, bringing to mind the contentious reactions to films such as The Last Jedi and kicking a lot of life back into the film in the process. It's a pleasant surprise after such a mixed bag of a second act, and the film ends on a note that is almost as gleefully wicked as Ready or Not's explosive finale
Scream will undoubtedly play better to those who love the previous films, and is unlikely to convert anyone who's been skeptical about the franchise in the past, but the fun scares and killer third act are consistently fun, and really make up for some of the film's more awkward moments of self-reflection. The novelty doesn't fully hold up, but there's enough here to suggest that this franchise still has some fight in it yet, and I'm going to go ahead and give this a 6/10
Monday, 17 January 2022
REVIEW: The Tragedy of Macbeth
The Coen Brothers' filmography is laden with stories of people unknowingly plotting their own downfalls, so it's perhaps fitting that Joel Coen's debut as a solo director is a retelling of the Scottish Play, a work renowned for its portrait of a man in self-inflicted moral freefall. And yet the thrill of The Tragedy of Macbeth lies not in how the story is told, but in how it's specifically adapted for the screen. If you're the kind of person that values faithfulness in your literary adaptations more than anything else, then I think The Tragedy of Macbeth could be the film for you. Coen obviously isn't the first director to take this story on (see also: Welles, Polanski, Kurtzel and my personal favourite, Kurosawa), but he's arguably the one who has stuck the closest to the source text to date, providing the most straightforward cinematic take on the play.... possibly ever?
For example, the dialogue here is nearly exactly how it appears on the page, a decision that will undoubtedly take a little getting used to for some, but the film keeps the context clear enough that the lack of any real translation doesn't really matter. This isn't a film that's interested in diluting its source text just to draw a wider audience, and Coen makes sure that he's doing it justice straight from the start. The film won't meet you halfway if you're not already familiar with Shakespeare, but that also means that it bears massive rewards for anyone willing to put the work in. If you engage with this film fully and meet it on its terms, then it presents you with the purest and most honest understanding of the story of Macbeth possible, perfectly preserving each of the story's rich themes, and it's worth the price of admission for that purity alone
Although if I had to criticise the film's approach to its text on anything, it's that maybe it's a little too straightforward of an adaptation, and what I mean by that is that the film's narrative doesn't do anything new or different with the source. It's your meat-and-potatoes Shakespeare adaptation, at least in terms of the dialogue, characterization and larger context. To be fair, it's not trying to revinvent the wheel, but fans of Coen's previous work with his brother may be disappointed with how wholly the filmmaker immerses himself in the source text, totally shedding his own narrative voice in the pursuit of authenticity. Still, it's worth it in the end, because it really takes an artist of Coen's caliber to understand how best to adapt such a weighty, thematically charged text, and again, the aim here was to bring Macbeth to the screen as faithfully as possible, and I think it succeeds at that for the most part
The film doesn't mess around with the source text too much, but I didn't say it doesn't bring anything new to the table. Because it's adapting the story to a purely visual medium, the film takes full advantage of the conventions of screen storytelling to create the most eye-watering images in recent memory. Drawing heavily from German expressionism and silent cinema-especially silent horror- the film knows that the strength of an adaptation lies in its ability to, well, adapt itself to its new medium, and to that end, it's a massive success. Coen and cinematographer Bruno Delbonnel are masters of their respective forms, consistently topping themselves in terms of how inventive and expressive each of the images are, and the monochromatic presentation lends a sort of irony to the story's moral focus by literally painting Macbeth's descent in black and white. For as faithful as the dialogue is, the film knows that the real advantage of cinema is the ability to communicate through imagery rather than straight text, and that's where this adaptation shows real wisdom, letting the words speak for themselves, and making more room to craft some eerie, thematically loaded tableaux that gives The Tragedy of Macbeth a uniquely cinematic edge
Of course, any production of Macbeth lives and dies on the strength of its Thane of Glamis, and it's here where Coen comes out swinging by casting Denzel Washington as the doomed nobleman. He's no stranger to playing men isolated by their violent tendencies, and so he feels right at home in bringing Macbeth's corruption to life. Washington's trademark intensity really lends a lot of weight to Macbeth's cowardice and underhandedness, and he perfectly matches the straight-faced faithfulness of Coen's script. It's the exact kind of dedication to the craft that you'd expect from such an accomplished thespian taking on a well-established role, and it makes for a thrilling contrast with Frances McDormand's take on Lady Macbeth. Where Denzel honours the fundamentals, McDormand demonstrates such an intricate knowledge of her craft that she can knowingly and playfully subvert the role completely, totally laying bare every beat of the character's arc from the start in a way that almost feels like she's playing every scene with her ultimate fate in mind
The rest of the cast are excellent too, although special mention to Kathryn Hunter and Stephen Root, both of whom demonstrate what I really enjoyed about this adaptation's interpretation of its supporting players. Root imbues his one-scene wonder with enough film-stealing comedy to remind the audience why he's one of the best character-actors in the game, while Hunter is undoubtedly the film's MVP as the weird sisters, underscoring their otherworldliness with unnerving acts of contortionism and a real physicality that again sees the film demonstrate real confidence in its visual language
The Tragedy of Macbeth is totally committed to bringing the play to the screen in the most faithful way possible, but constantly finds new ways to make the story resonate purely by putting in onscreen. Coen and his ensemble give the words of the Bard enough space and authenticity to work their magic while frequently showcasing their own skillsets as well, and the result is reliably excellent work all round. So reliably excellent in fact that I'm going to go ahead and give The Tragedy of Macbeth an 8/10
Sunday, 16 January 2022
REVIEW: Licorice Pizza
Paul Thomas Anderson is a director who basically needs no introduction at this point. From his American epics like There Will be Blood and The Master to more recent and adventurous projects like Inherent Vice and Phantom Thread, he's been one of the most consistently inventive American filmmakers since his debut, but it never feels like he's really left the San Fernando Valley. Anderson's birthplace is the setting for his twin masterpieces, Magnolia and Boogie Nights, and in many ways his newest film, Licorice Pizza, feels like something of a homecoming. One one level, he's literally returning to the time and place he grew up in as he follows his heartsick hero around the Valley in the 70s, but the clearest indication that he's going back to his roots really comes from the film's style, which is a total return to the sweeping, ensemble-driven and more colourful storytelling that he made his name with
A criticism often levelled at his early work was its excessive borrowing from the playbook of Robert Altman, but the first thing that's clear about Licorice Pizza is how unique to PTA that the film feels. He's no longer the young firebrand who made Boogie Nights, and the experience he has accumulated in the meantime is clear from the off. The formal tricks he's picked up from his last few films really help this to feel like a more accomplished take on the world he wanted to capture in his early work, but it also runs a lot deeper than the film's style. In many ways, it feels like 2021 PTA revisiting the Anderson of the early 90s, tapping back into the reservoir of energy that made those films pop by looking at them with the eyes of the master filmmaker he's grown into. The result of this is the feeling that this story isn't being told, but remembered, and it's here where the film really finds its magic
The lighter plot leaves much more room for Anderson to focus on creating a palpable atmosphere within which he can spin a series of largely episodic yarns, but the way he glides between each of them is peak PTA magic. It wouldn't be entirely fair to call Licorice Pizza "plotless", but the narrative is loose enough to fit in huge chunks of San Fernando mythos in a way that's so elegant that oftentimes it feels nearly accidental. Gary Valentine's schemes are massively entertaining plot threads in themselves, and Anderson is smart enough to know how to use them as jumping off-points to get Gary and Alana to parts of the Valley that they might not have been able to access organically, and it's here where Anderson really begins to make use of his ensemble. Sean Penn's rambunctious ageing actor provides chaotic fun, while Benny Safdie's mayoral candidate signals the shift from early-70s innocence to mid-70s paranoia, but the standout chapter is unequivocally the sequence involving Bradley Cooper's harebrained take on celebrity hairdresser Jon Peters. It's an electric 20-odd minute episode that instantly brings to mind the sort of unpredictable danger that Alfred Molina brought to Boogie Nights, but with enough levity and flow so that it doesn't feel like he's completely retracing his steps, but looking back to his own filmmaking past to find something new and exciting
But it's hard to talk about the performances here without singling out Cooper Hoffman and Alana Haim, and it's absolutely mind-blowing to think that this film marks both of their screen debuts. Haim is as outstanding as advertised, perfectly navigating the messiness that comes with being a perpetually confused twenty-something, and the way she leans into the childishness and selfishness of a woman who should know better while keeping the audience onside is nothing short of staggering. Hoffman is equally excellent, echoing the career best work his father did with Anderson while avoiding the weight that comes with what you might call a "legacy performance". No, the character of Gary Valentine is completely his from the start, fully embodying the naïve wisdom of an old head on young shoulders and convincing us to follow him through his strangest schemes. Together, they're absolute dynamite, and the film addresses the much-discussed age gap with real elegance, playing Gary's innocence off of Alana's poor judgement at all times and steering it away from the grotfest that it otherwise could have been
Not to say that it's entirely seamless, and if I had to pinpoint one thing that didn't quite gel for me, it's the running joke with John Michael Higgins and his Japanese wives. Anderson's intent is clear and it's obvious that Higgins is the butt of the joke, but it grinds the effortless pace of the film to a halt whenever it crops up, which thankfully isn't that often. Personally I think it can be chalked up to being an underbaked gag that really should have been addressed from a different angle, but it's a minor enough joke that it never felt like a dealbreaker for me either, though I would understand if it brought the experience down for other viewers. Anderson's sense of humour isn't quite as dark here as it is in his more dramatic films, instead using it to sharpen the hazy sheen of his gorgeously drawn world. Those who favour his more intense character studies may struggle slightly with how relaxed this film feels, but as someone who cut their film-geek teeth on Boogie Nights and Magnolia, I felt right at home
The blend of the very laid-back storytelling with the intense emotion of the coming-of-age plot is always spot-on, and Anderson fills the film with as much depth and detail as his more thematically charged works, which really helps root it into his filmography despite the much lighter tone. Nostalgia is very much the order of the day here but the film never feels like it gets lost in the romance of the past either: this is very much a film about what we find when we look back, and I think the personal touch that PTA gives is fully bolstered by the metatextual quality of the casting. From his own family to the entire Haim clan and a blink-and-you'll-miss-it turn from John C. Reilly and of course Cooper Hoffman as the lead, Licorice Pizza really feels like a love letter to the people who made him, both personally and professionally. It's the warmest and kindest he's been since Punch Drunk Love but his absolute mastery of his craft is also just massively apparent, and I think the result is a film that has its cake and eats it too, succeeding in just about every possible area it could
Obviously the mileage of other people may vary, and what were nitpicks for me might be more significant issues for others, but I think Paul Thomas Anderson has absolutely perfected the art of the hangout movie, telling a very intricate story full of moving pieces while never making it look any less than totally effortless, so for that reason, I'm going to go ahead and give Licorice Pizza full marks. This gets a 10/10 from me, no doubt about it
Tuesday, 11 January 2022
REVIEW: The Electrical Life of Louis Wain
Will Sharpe has been quietly carving a niche for himself in the world of British television, most recently directing the true crime miniseries Landscapers, and perhaps more notably with Flowers, his tragicomic series that I think perfectly laid out his MO for the kind of stories he tells and the style he does it in. This style is immediately apparent watching The Electrical Life of Louis Wain, a quirky, heartfelt biopic of the titular artist, known for his vast portfolio of colourful cat paintings. It's a niche story for sure, but one that perfectly fits Sharpe's sensibilities and pet themes. Dysfunctional families, tortured artists, individuals struggling to communicate in a world that seems to be moving far too quickly; if it wasn't for the fact that this is a true story, it would be easy to mistake this for a feature-length spin-off of Flowers
And while the film is far more than its eye-watering visuals, it's easily the first thing that stands out here, and it's an aspect of Sharpe's style that I think is only getting stronger with each of his projects. Erik Wilson's cinematography is, appropriately, very painterly in its look and feel, occasionally even blurring the shots to give the impression of watercolours on a canvas. This pairs perfectly with the woozy montages that Sharpe utilised brilliantly in Flowers, and he doubles down on those here, occasionally lapsing into dreamy psychedelia but always staying true to his subject. The film plays its tweeness totally straight, and while that's bound to put some people off, there is something really admirable about how proudly it wears its quirky heart on its sleeve without ever tipping into over cutesy over-sweetness
It's an endearing film for sure, and I think the level of detail that is poured into the style and the idiosyncrasy really helps the film cover up its one key issue, that being how slight most of its ideas of larger themes are. The emotional core is strong and the film completely sells its more heartfelt beats, but most of that kind of falls through when the film really fails to make any larger point about the life it's capturing. It never justifies why it's telling this specific story, and while the amount of detail and love put into the film always keeps it watchable, it ultimately gives in to its lack of anything to say and winds up as a very enjoyable and hugely sincere but frustratingly shallow portrait of the artist as a wounded man
Thankfully, it's able to make it over the line on the backs of its excellent performances. Benedict Cumberbatch is as great as advertised, fresh off of his barnstorming turn in The Power of the Dog. His is a performance full of empathy and sensitivity, bringing each of Wain's tics to life without ever trivialising them or playing them for laughs. Claire Foy is a perfect co-lead, teasing out the film's heart in the first half before haunting the more emotional home stretch. I also thought Andrea Riseborough was fantastic as ever in this, as was Olivia Colman's pointed narration. My favourite aspect of this film however, is the parade of cameos, from the entire main cast of Flowers and a whole host of UK comedians to some slightly more surprising turns that make for some sharp shots of delight, particularly in the third act
It's not a film that makes any larger statement about its story or subject, but The Electrical Life of Louis Wain is consistently delightful, emotionally affecting and totally and utterly sincere in its twee approach. It lacks the edge that makes Sharpe's TV work so effective, but it's a nice tonic to start the year with, so for that reason, I'm going to go ahead and give this a 6/10