Category: REVIEWS

Here is where you would find our film reviews on BRWC.  We look at on trailers, shorts, indies and mainstream.  We love movies!

  • LFF 2017 Review Round-Up #5

    LFF 2017 Review Round-Up #5

    By Orla Smith.

    RUSH TO SEE…

    The Florida Project

    //www.youtube.com/watch?v=WwQ-NH1rRT4

    The Florida Project is one of the biggest crowdpleasers of the festival ― and the year. Sean Baker’s film captures marginalised American in the same vivid colour as Andrea Arnold’s American Honey did, however, The Florida Project is destined to find a wider audience than Arnold’s film. It is told accessibly through the eyes of a group of six-year-olds on their summer break, and Baker’s filmmaking reflects their precociousness. It is an empathetic, funny film about the invisible homeless living in a dingy motel just outside of Disneyworld. Willem Defoe will capture hearts as the motel’s stern but caring manager Bobby.

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    Thelma

    //www.youtube.com/watch?v=0IrxnehO5mc

    Joachim Trier’s Thelma has been called a riff on Carrie, but it deserves an identity of its own. Eili Harboe is brilliant as the title character, a deeply religious new college student who discovers terrifying supernatural powers when she begins to fall in love with a classmate (Kaya Wilkins). Thelma is polished and directed with subtle flair; the images Trier creates may be subdued but they are often haunting in a way that burrows deep into your subconscious. The film also works on a metaphorical level. Clues to unlocking it are scattered everywhere, like pieces of a frustrating but compulsive puzzle. It’s far from a removed intellectual exercise though. The emotions Thelma wishes to suppress burst out of her in the form of seizures ― causing her embarrassment as her body betrays who she really is and how she really feels. Harboe is heartbreaking as a young woman losing her sense of security in her own body, and Thelma is an emotional experience due to her and her natural chemistry with Wilkins.

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    You Were Never Really Here

    //www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1APnf3Y_W8

    You Were Never Really Here is an impossible film to take in all at once. Lynne Ramsay’s most brutish film and most experimental film is this 95 minute cinematic throbbing headache. It traps you within the mind of a PTSD-stricken hitman Joe (Joaquin Phoenix) as he attempts to rescue a young girl who has been kidnapped by sex traffickers. Ramsay’s film is an assault on the senses that will be too abrasive and violently stylised for some. It’s a film that leaves you physically battered and unable to move. Since, I have found myself thinking back on specific moments that only Ramsay could have dreamed up ― of which there are many. Jonny Greenwood’s blaring score sounds like a hangover, externalising the fractured, dejected grogginess of Joe’s mind. It can be unpleasant to be trapped in his head for so long, but it is always electrifying.

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    TRY TO SEE…

    The Big Bad Fox and Other Tales

    //www.youtube.com/watch?v=3clkH3C5VFw

    What we show children at a young age is formative, and so it is vital that it conveys the right messages. French animation The Big Bad Fox and Other Tales is worrying in that respect, as it has a nearly all male voice casts with female parts reserved only for mother hens and baby animals whose genders are indiscernible. Otherwise, it is a nice film ― a palate cleanser, let’s say. The animation is simplistic and tactile, and visual gags are executed with humour. A shame about the other stuff.

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    Faces Places

    //www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rKZcAiLHlY

    89-year-old French New Wave pioneer Agnès Varda is losing her eyesight, and she may not have another film left in her. That’s ok though: Faces Places is a perfect farewell, if that’s what this is. Co-directing with visual artist JR, the two travelled around France documenting their meetings with strangers in the towns they passed through. Their project had the intention of taking small lives and blowing them up big ― literally photographing the townspeople and pasting their faces on the sides of buildings. Faces Places is a lovely ode to community, friendship and the bittersweet nature of aging.

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    Jane

    //www.youtube.com/watch?v=01BW2vGoqbY

    Pioneering primatologist Jane Goodall is given sweeping cinematic treatment in this Brett Morgen documentary. Using gorgeous, newly uncovered footage of her work with chimpanzees in the 60s, Morgen weaves a montage of images that add up to something monumentally more cinematic than a typical talking heads doc. With the help of Philip Glass’ phenomenal score, Jane often transcends. It’s a shame that the film loses its impact over its runtime. In a smaller package it could have been truly astounding.

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    Let the Sun Shine In

    Let the Sun Shine In
    Let the Sun Shine In

    Claire Denis’ latest was not made for only a single viewing. Juliette Binoche plays Isabelle, a woman looking for true love who spends the whole film not quite finding it. Denis’ take on a rom-com is a lot more intellectual than the works of Richard Curtis; in the place of melodramatic declarations of love are flirtatious debates washed down with a glass of fine wine. Before you know it, Let the Sunshine In is over, ending where a third act would typically begin. I suspect that, on rewatch knowing the brief and simple structure of the film, it will flourish. As it is, it’s already growing on me.

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    AVOID…

    The Rider

    The Rider
    The Rider

    Chloé Zhao’s The Rider was loved at Cannes and at every festival it’s visited since. I was surprised to be underwhelmed by the film. Zhao’s direction is often beautiful, but its grounded looseness is a poor match for the more obviously “written” dialogue. Tonally, The Rider struggles to settle. It can’t decide what kind of film it is, and that out of place feeling breaks the immersion of the story.

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    Sicilian Ghost Story

    LFF 2017 Review Round-Up #5
    Sicilian Ghost Story

    At the end of Sicilian Ghost Story, a title card informs you that it was based on a true story. For a second, I felt bad for deciding to damn the film as pointless while I was watching it ― but the question still remains: why? Impressively fluid filmmaking and sharp sound design doesn’t make up for the fact that Sicilian Ghost Story dredges up a horrific tragedy without purpose. Depicting a young boy’s kidnapping by the mafia, directors Fabio Grassadonia and Antonio Piazza contrast his torture with the everyday life of the girl he had a crush on ― which goes on as normal. However, whatever point they were trying to make never comes together. The whole thing feels like a hollow technical exercise, and a meaningless depiction of cruelty.

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  • Keeping Justice: Review

    Keeping Justice: Review

    By Last Caress.

    Keeping Justice, the new movie written, directed, produced and edited by RJ Cusyk (Through the Devil’s Eyes, A Final Hit) does not begin especially encouragingly. After witnessing a woman being mugged and murdered immediately outside the window of the Commercial Equity building in which he’s employed, Michael Pierson (Hayden Mackey) takes to his desk and enters into a conversation with Kevin (Michael Lakota Dillon), a work colleague who bowls into Michael’s office, sits down and puts his feet up on the desk. The dialogue plays out as follows:

    -“Hey Mike! How ya doin’?”
    -“I’m fine. How are you?”
    -“Good, man. Just got done banging the secretary, that’s all.”
    -“What do you mean, ‘just’? As in, right now?”
    -“Yyyyup. And you know what? If she gives the boss half as much head as she does to me, she’ll be moving up the ladder. Dude, she has the tightest box I’ve ever f*cked, and I’ve seen a lot of tight boxes. I even f*cked a virgin.”
    -“Kevin, would you kindly shut the f*ck up?”
    -“Jeez, what the hell’s your problem?”
    -“Nothing. I just don’t want to hear about how you just f*cked the new secretary.”
    -“Dude, admit it: You’re just mad because you didn’t f*ck her first.”
    -“No, that has nothing to do with it.”
    -“Dude, you’re just jealous you didn’t… you didn’t tap that first. That’s it.”
    -(sarcastically) “Yep. You got me. I’m super-jealous that I wasn’t able to f*ck her first, and make her my sex-slave.”
    -“Dude, I know you well.”
    -“You read me like a book! Like that time you read The Dark Tower series. How’s that Gunslinger workin’ out for ya? Or The Man in Black? Was it Johnny Cash like you thought all along?”
    -“F*ck you.”

    Keeping Justice
    Keeping Justice

    Now this was a static-camera exchange and I couldn’t tell if the actors were playing the dialogue for laughs or were trying to replicate everyday office conversation but, either way, I almost switched it off there and then, and we’re barely two minutes into the picture. Didn’t Michael just witness a robbery and homicide mere yards away outside his window moments prior to this inane back-and-forth with the odious Kevin? Well yes he did (“Ah, that’s a shame,” remarks another co-worker as she joins Michael looking back out of the window at the dead woman on the lawn), and he finally calls it in, but upon being questioned by the police (“What can you tell us about what happened?” “There’s not much to tell.” “Then why did you call us?”) it transpires that, had Michael not been sidetracked by Kevin’s carnal office f*ckwittery and called in the mugging immediately, the victim might have lived. Still, at least Michael called it in, yeah? That’s better than, as he put it to the officers, “the countless people who walked over her body just to go about their day-to-day lives.” Okay then.

    Keeping Justice
    Keeping Justice

    This apathy toward the increasingly violent and crime-ridden world in which we live is at the heart of Michael’s trajectory and represents the main thrust of Keeping Justice, as his dreams of becoming more than an inured bystander bleed out into the world and manifest as actual vigilantism. Unfortunately for us, the script doesn’t improve even as the fundamental plot basics do. I hate being negatively critical about independent filmmakers but I cannot in all good conscience recommend Keeping Justice, but I’ll try to pick out some positives anyway: First off, anybody involving themselves as utterly in the process of making a movie as Keeping Justice‘s auteur RJ Cusyk deserves all the respect in the world for his industry, and I want to encourage him to keep plugging away at it. Secondly, lead Hayden Mackey has an inherent likeability and his performance grows as Keeping Justice progresses. Thirdly, some of Michael’s vigilante daydreams are presented in clay stop-motion animation, which is actually quite amusing. And finally, well, the shaky-as-hell character motivations and matching dialogue are often so hilariously bad (sorry, guys!) that in truth I possibly could recommend Keeping Justice as a good “bad” movie, should any of you out there be so inclined towards availing yourselves of such pictures.

  • The BRWC Review: Boy

    The BRWC Review: Boy

    Waihau Bay, New Zealand, 1984. “Boy” (James Rolleston) lives on a farm with his gran, his little brother, younger cousins and a goat. When his gran leaves for a week, Boy’s estranged father, Alamein (Taika Waititi) turns up, and Boy struggles to reconcile the legendary figure he created in his dad’s absence, and the incompetent waster who’s turned up out of the blue. What transpires is a summer of girls, gangs, drugs, weirdos, magic powers, Michael Jackson and buried treasure.

    Not as quirkily comedic as Eagle Vs Shark, nor as broadly humorous as What We Do in the Shadows, Boy is filled with an innocence and sincerity that places it closer, thematically to Hunt for the Wilderpeople. There’s heart and imagination within Boy that is incredibly warming. Taika Waititi does exceptionally well at recounting the wide-eyed wonder of youth, the hard-fought friendships and the gutting reality of your heroes not measuring up to expectations. Setting the film in an area where he grew up adds a verisimilitude to the characters and the world they inhabit.

    James Rolleston is disarmingly endearing as a performer. Watching him interact with Waititi evokes memories of young Quvenzhané Wallis and Dwight Henry in Beasts of the Southern Wild (only with a lot less crying on my part). The pair have a natural chemistry which permeates the screen. Boy falls over himself to ingratiate to his father, who is immature, feckless and selfish, and despite the off-putting traits we see in Alamein, you still want to see both father and son succeed.

    An element that Waititi handles perfectly is the balance of pluck and melancholia. Loss and disappointment intermingle on screen with a child’s boasts as he tells whopping-great tall tales of his father’s exploits. It’s silly and tragic all at once, which runs through the core of the film. Humour and poignancy in equal measure.

    Boy is an utter delight of a feature. A compelling story with charming characters that will warrant a revisit before too long. It’s a sincere hope that Waititi returns to modest cinematic fayre once he’s finished cavorting with Norse gods and Incredibly big green men.

    Boy is out in UK cinemas on 13th October and available on digital download on 27th October.

  • Double Date: A Beautiful Nightmare

    Double Date: A Beautiful Nightmare

    By Angelique Halliburton.

    Besties Jim and Alex can’t believe their luck when they meet beautiful siblings Lulu and Kitty who appear to be up for absolutely anything. Result. Little do they know that the sinister sisters are on the murder hunt for sacrificial lambs as part of a hell-raising ritual and will stop at nothing to get what they want. Throw in some ecstasy, the narcotic variety, and what you get is a horror/comedy movie that just keeps on giving.

    Poor old Jim (Danny Morgan). At 29, he’s not a hit with the ladies by any stretch of the imagination and he’s just been dumped by his girlfriend on the eve of his 30th birthday.  To add to his despair, Jim confesses to his lovable but mental best mate, Alex (Michael Socha), that he looses his mojo during crucial intimate moments and is in fact a still a virgin. So, Alex decrees that Jim with pop his cherry before he turns 30 if it kills him. And that’s what very nearly happens to them both when Lulu (Georgia Groome) and Kitty (Kelly Wenham) just happen to cross their paths in a bar.

    Lulu and Kitty’s killer streak is spelled out from the outset so there are no real surprises as to their motive for targeting Jim and Alex, but what is shocking are the violent and gory scenes throughout the movie.  In fact, those sequences are Double Date’s most redeeming features. That and several other memorable laugh-out-loud scenes like Jim’s impromptu non-starter date with a bereaved bag-vomiting drunk, his visit with his happy clappy Christian family and a kick-ass fight between at Alex and Kitty that gets low down and dirty.

    Ok, so some bits look fake and totally unbelievable but it’s all bloody good fun. Double Date is apologetically British, with a solid cast and a musical cameo by Big Narstie thrown in for added authenticity. An impressive writing debut by Danny Morgan, who recently won the the Screen International/FrightFest Genre Rising Star 2017 award.

    Double Date is due for UK cinema release on Friday 13 October.

  • LFF 2017 Review Round-Up #4

    LFF 2017 Review Round-Up #4

    By Orla Smith.

    RUSH TO SEE…

    Summer 1993

    Summer 1993
    Summer 1993

    Carla Simón’s debut Summer 1993 has a lot to say about the way children process grief. Extracting some of the most realistic child acting I’ve ever seen from children as young as six, Simón proves to be a master of her craft. Her film is plotless, but every scene has purpose. The gutwrenching moments are gentle and unexpected rather than blindingly obvious, as we watch 6-year-old Frida process the death of her parents over one summer. Simón observes Frida for as long as is necessary, and the film ends the second everything that needs to be said has been said. That kind of confidence in a first time filmmaker is extraordinary.

    //www.youtube.com/watch?v=YAnezFuhUBs

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    TRY TO SEE…

    Princess Cyd

    Princess Cyd
    Princess Cyd

    Princess Cyd is a drifting film, but an amiable one at that. Stephen Cone’s direction attempts to be unfussy, although some of the flourishes he allows himself get in the way of the drama. Still, Cone has a strong understanding of his characters and their relationships ― the standout being Rebecca Spence as the successful writer aunt of teenager Cyd (Jessie Pinnick).

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    AVOID…

    Makala

    Makala
    Makala

    Makala‘s opening minutes are beautiful. Wordlessly, we follow Makala, a worker in the Congo going about his grinding daily routine. In the opening scene, he chops down a tree with the camera as a drifting observer. The soundscape director Emmanuel Gras captures is soothing, creating a poetic viewing experience. However, the problems emerge as the film goes on like this: it becomes clear that the documentary’s conceit ― to not include interviews or many spoken words by the subject at all ― is by nature othering. Makala is reduced to an object rather than a person.

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