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!

  • Review: Emotional Motor Unit (22 Mins, 2016)

    Review: Emotional Motor Unit (22 Mins, 2016)

    Promoted from writer to author, Writer (Graham Cawte) has been requested by his company to stretch himself and write fiction, an upgrade from banal manuals and reports. His response: “As you know, my life experience is minimal, I may not be the best candidate for this job”.

    To assist him with this, the company has an Emotional Motor Unit (Francesca Burgoyne) delivered to his monochrome home for 2 weeks. A programmed girl in a dress with violet eyes. Apparently, this will enable him to experience some feelings and emotions that he has no familiarity with. From behind his mask, Writer manages to become attached, until the tube of purple detachment pills are delivered. Will he take them and wipe out the most sensation he has ever experienced, or will he write the best work of his life?

    Following Nelson’s 2015 feature film LITTLE PIECES, this is a clever film, written, directed and produced by Xènia Puiggros and Adam Nelson.  Depicting a perfect dystopian world, Puiggros has managed to depict a cold, disengaged, over-medicated society, obsessed by work with little regard for human relationships. Puiggros’ preparation for writing the script was reading lots of science fiction classics, like George Orwell’s 1984 and Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451. She says that inspired her to think about the universe in which the story would take place. “I wrote E.M.U before films like Her or Ex Machina came out, so my sources were movies like Blade Runner, as well as the sci-fi series The Twilight Zone”.

    Praise to the art director Cristian Giordano, for Writer’s insipid home – from the gloominess of the bedroom to the building’s interiors. EMOTIONAL MOTOR UNIT has screened at a few festivals in the past year with Adam Nelson winning Best Director at the IndieWise Virtual Film Festival 2016.

  • The Counselor Is Sure To Get Your Attention

    The Counselor Is Sure To Get Your Attention

    By Rich Monetti.

    You can’t watch The Counselor in the typical, play with your iPhone and catch the subtext in between setting off angry Facebook wars. Cameron Diaz cryptically deliberating with Javier Bardem in the New Mexico desert as they spy their pet cougars, a green clad biker racing to nowhere at 200 MPH, Michael Fassbender discussing the reflective quality of nitrogen in the diamond he will spring on Penelope Cruz, and the deal the successful lawyer is about to engage in with a Mexican Drug Cartel. You could easily be lulled to sleep amongst a very sedate dialogue. I was and almost turned it off. But that made the Ridley Scott film all the more chilling as I watched a second time and the beginning and end were seared together in real time.

    So if you’re paying attention, it doesn’t take long to gage the mercury levels in Diaz’s heart. “The truth has no temperature,” she coldly explains to Bardem on the futility of bringing back lost love.
    Fassbender, as the title character, has no such concern as he and Cruz are locked in. “Everything else is just waiting until we’re together,” he professes his captivation.

    Still, Bardem as his partner tries to deter Fassbeender’s professional decent. “If you pursue this road that you’ve embarked upon, you will eventually come to moral decisions that will take you completely by surprise. You won’t see it coming at all,” he instructs as the reckless cartel facilitator, Reiner.

    Closer to where the counselor eats, Reiner foretells how ambiguity inside the business model translates to danger and makes his point in a device called a bolito. “It has this small electric motor with this rather incredible compound gear that retrieves a steel cable. Battery driven. And the cable is made out of some unholy alloy, almost impossible to cut it. And it’s in a loop. And you come up behind the guy and you drop it over his head. And you pull the free end of the cable tight and walk away. No one ever even sees you. And pulling the cable activates the motor and the noose starts to tighten. And it continues to tighten until it goes to zero,” Bardem revels in the dissertation.

    Nonetheless, Fassbender chooses denial and feigns it very well as he assumes the cause of death is “strangulation.”

    Bardem doesn’t miss a beat and continues his public service message for Fassbender. “The wire cuts through the carotid arteries. Then sprays blood all over the spectators and everybody goes home,” Bardem is wholly resigned the potential costs.

    But Fassbender thinks he’s up to it. “Sweet,” his denial goes into high gear.

    On to Brad Pitt, the middle man. He doesn’t hesitate either to educate Fassbender and the calculating ruthlessness of the cartel suffices as the lesson plan. “And, Counselor, here’s something else to consider. The beheadings and the mutilations? That’s just business. You gotta keep up appearances,” Pitt opines his wisdom. “It’s not like there’s some smoldering rage beneath it.

    A slight crack does appears in the facade but where does Diaz fit in. We get a sense as Bardem freely offers that he would rather not know how much she knows about his business dealings.
    Even so, a little female cunning gets a mandatory dismiss – especially since Fassbender has come this far. Instead Bardem begins to crumble and his guilt takes shape in the form of providing full disclosure. “Why are you telling me this,” Fassbender asks as Reiner recants a piece of sexual history that would make Tawny Katian weep and allows the seasoned criminal to start deducing disaster.

    But just because her onscreen sleaze and material yearnings begs a bath for anyone in range, are we sure the unraveling falls on her?

    No matter, as the Counselor’s world crumbles, all that’s really left for Fassbender is perspective. “Dying is easy,” his contact inside the cartel soothes him and is on point.

    Attention spans on both sides of the plasma now getting their due, the ending will leave you in a shudder.

  • BRWC Short Film Review: Araf

    BRWC Short Film Review: Araf

    Araf is a short film, written and directed by Fidan Jafarova and Tofiq Rzayev.

    Araf, meaning purgatory in Azerbaijani, is the story of a family trapped in close proximity to an unexplained war. It illustrates the fact that the reasons behind conflict cease to matter when it comes so close to home.

    The father is dying, the son is out fighting, and the mother is willing to risk her life to find food for her family, calmly stepping out into the darkness. The daughter is left to await the inevitable.

    It makes for uncomfortable viewing, especially as conflict in the Middle-East is a regular sight on news channels now. The score maintains an air of melancholy throughout, and the claustrophobic atmosphere is strengthened by the use of light and shade, as the characters carry lamps around with them. Their small, wavering lights cutting through the darkness.

     

     

     

     

  • The BRWC Review: Phantasm Remastered

    The BRWC Review: Phantasm Remastered

    By Patrick King.

    Just when you start to think Don Coscarelli’s 1979 horror film Phantasm is going to be a conventional horror film, your expectations suddenly get turned around and you realize you’re watching a pretty unique piece of low-budget filmmaking, psychologically and cinematically. A new crisp transfer and remastering from JJ. Abrams’ Bad Robot Productions has just been released on Blu-ray and it looks perfect. There hasn’t been a better time since its theatrical release to see this film.

    Writer/director Don Coscarelli started making Phantasm when he was twenty-three, but didn’t finish it until he was twenty-five. Much like Stephen Spielberg, he wrote and directed short films as a teenager. He made his first feature film, Jim, the World’s Greatest when he was nineteen, following it quickly with Kenny & Company, both of which were released in 1976.

    The films were dramas about teenagers. Kind of like infamous microbudget filmmaker and “Godfather of Gore” Hershell Gordon Lewis, Coscarelli got into horror because he knew the genre had a built in audience and made money. However, unlike Lewis, Coscarelli actually has a passion for filmmaking apart from its ability to earn him a few bucks. Coscarelli loves making movies, and it shows.

    The plot is thin, relying mostly on atmosphere and visuals to push the narrative forward. Mike (Michael A. Baldwin), a kid of about thirteen or fourteen, lives with his older brother and caretaker Jody (Bill Thornbury) after their parents’ death. When a pal of Jody’s dies and is interred at Morningside cemetery, Mike spies on the funeral from afar, watching the thing with binoculars from a distance.

    In an unguarded moment, the mortician, referred to as the Tall Man (Angus Scrimm) because of his height, which made even more noticeable because he’s almost comically skinny, lifts the coffin into his hearse singlehandedly. Knowing this is physically impossible, Mike decides to investigate. From there, we slowly learn what lies behind the Tall Man, his little dwarf minions, and the funeral home with the strange mausoleum where bodies are constantly disappearing.

    The question throughout the movie, and one that’s never really answered is, what’s really happening and what’s in the characters’ minds? If you don’t like at least a little ambiguity in your movies, you won’t dig this one. Although it constantly seems like the movie is veering toward horror movie cliches, those conventions are constantly being subverted.

    Point of view shots are used extensively. Most of them are from Mike’s perspective as he tries to solve the mystery of the Tall Man. You find yourself consequently questioning what, if anything, is real, what is imagined, and what is a combination of the two. And even though most of the point of view shots are from Mike’s perspective, not all of them are. Sometimes something, we don’t know exactly what, though it surely has something to do with the Tall Man, is watching Mike.

    Tiny flashbacks, lasting maybe a few seconds each, are peppered throughout the film. These bursts of memory add a nice touch of verisimilitude, like the sudden flashes of something we thought had been long forgotten coming to mind quickly and disappearing just as fast. Anyway, all of these elements come together to create a wonderfully unique mood.

    Phantasm touches on nearly every horror subgenre that existed up to that point. It’s a bit gothic, there’s some elements of a slasher film, there’s even a bit of gore, exemplified by the shot where a poor schmuck of a funeral worker gets knives that are attached to a self-propelled silver orb bored into his forehead and blood squirts out in a steady stream, as if being released from a garden hose. The music, too, is a big factor in the movie’s unique mood. Composed by Fred Myrow and Malcolm Seagrave, the keyboard-heavy tunes are reminiscent of the stuff Goblin did for Dario Argento, specifically in Suspiria.

    There are short sections of the movie that border on surrealism. On two separate occasions, Mike and Jody fall asleep and are attacked by the Tall Man and his little dwarves. When Mike falls asleep, the Tall Man appears malevolently at the head of his bed, now in a graveyard, watching ominously as hands push out of the ground and try to drag him to hell. Not a fun way to spend one’s evening.

    Angus Scrimm’s Tall Man is used sparingly, thankfully, adding to the mystery. We don’t get tired of him and the black-suited funeral director always appears menacing. Scrimm was one of Coscarelli’s discoveries. Beginning as a stage actor, he later became a journalist and wrote liner notes for a variety of records, from rock-n-roll to classical. Every second he’s on screen is one of complete menace. Who knows to what strange depths within himself Scrimm had to dig to find this character, but he really pulls it off.

    And besides the menace, there’s something bizarrely Freudian about the Tall Man. On more than one occasion he transforms from a beautiful naked blonde into the middle-aged and pale Tall Man after seducing and stabbing a male victim.

    The visual effects aren’t bad, either, especially for the budget. There’s a kind of mutant fly puppet that menaces Mike and Jody toward the middle of the film and it doesn’t come off as overly silly, though as you might suspect, it does require a bit of suspension of disbelief. Probably the coolest effect comes when Mike finds an old picture of the Tall Man in an antique shop. The photo is from some time in the 19th Century, of the Tall Man in a horse-drawn buggy. As Mike looks at the photo, the Tall Man moves his head toward Michael to stare back. This is possibly one of the creepiest parts of the film.

    The killer dwarves in their brown hoods always have darkness obscuring their faces, even though you know there’s either little people or kids underneath the robes. (As it turns out, they were a couple of boys who lived next door to Coscarelli.) Unfortunately, they do look almost identical to the jawas from the first Star Wars film, a coincidence that Coscarelli laments in the commentary track: “We were shooting the film…and somebody said, ‘they’re using your dwarves in Star Wars.’” Well, what can you do, eh?

    Originally a three hour movie that was cut down to around 90 minutes, Phantasm feels disjointed at times, but that only helps the subjective mood and strange psychology of the piece. It’s not quite one of the great horror movies, but it’s not hard to see how it has developed such a cult following over the years. Not just for horror fans, Phantasm will appeal to anyone who likes their movies on the weird side and a touch abstract.

  • The BRWC Review: Rogue One

    The BRWC Review: Rogue One

    Just like Anakin on Mustafar, we were all burnt by the prequel trilogy. From 1997 when the Special Editions arrived and started antagonising the hard-core fan base with revisions to George Lucas’ legacy the Star Wars we had all known and loved up to that point was irreversibly altered. When the prequels were announced, released and crucified in succession, the faith of the fandom took a monumental blow, but in fairness to Lucas, meeting the compounded expectations of an entitled audience was an impossibility and ultimately, a thankless task.

    Jump ahead to 2015 and a new hope arrives… well… The Force Awakens was released, anyway. Pure, unabashed nostalgia-bait that played on the emotions and memories of original trilogy fans, while introducing fresh characters in familiar circumstances. Finally, another “good” Star Wars film!

    Spin-off’s aren’t a strange concept within the Star Wars legacy. Way back in the mid 80’s we were graced with not one… but two Ewok movies, and it’s a testament to those two features that I literally just shuddered as I typed that! But with those films and most of the expanded universe jettisoned from franchise canon it was up to Gareth Edwards to direct a feature worthy of the Star Wars name.

    Set just prior to the events of Episode IV: A New Hope, Rogue One eschews the iconic opening crawl and fanfare in a move that will no doubt ruffle some traditionalists the wrong way. The title cards for each planet are likely to do the same but they add to the heist/ caper aspect of the plot. There are moments that feel akin to The Dirty Dozen as we are back to the “lived in” feel of the classic trilogy. Grubby, scuffed and cobbled together, the ships, costumes and sets give a sense of “life”. Something distinctly lacking from the prequels with their shiny surfaces and early 00s computer generated environments.

    I adore Gareth Edwards’ Monsters and enjoyed his take on Godzilla for the most part, even if it did need a good twenty minutes lopped off it. Here, he takes a gargantuan leap into the unknown with an untested spin-off full of unfamiliar characters and worlds, in a story from John Knoll and Gary Whitta. And it’s this unfamiliarity that provides the strongest aspect of Rogue One… Stakes. Actual, bona fide stakes. This is practically unheard of in a prequel as an attentive audience already knows the outcome from viewing past (future) instalments. In Rogue One we don’t know these people or their outcome within the war. We follow their adventure, captivated and gripped by the fact that although we know they ultimately succeed in their mission, we don’t know how many of them will make it or at what cost. Bring in as many ancillary characters as you like to the Han Solo prequel, we know Han, Chewbacca and Lando are safe as houses.

    Felicity Jones was a safe set of shoulders on which to rest this motion picture. She imbues Jyn with just the right amount of drive and fight. A couple of her stirring speeches lean a little too heavily into Braveheart territory but that’s more of a screenplay issue. I’d love to see Jyn pop up in other Star Wars features further down the line. The rest of the dirty half dozen is fleshed out by Diego Luna, Riz Ahmed, Jiang Wen, Alan Tudyk and Donnie Yen. The latter two being the standout characters for entirely different reasons. Tudyk’s droid K-2SO provides some much-needed comic relief in what is quite possibly the most relentless and serious Star Wars movie to date, while Yen’s Chirrut Îmwe adds a spirituality that would usually be covered by those guys with the laser swords and giant brown bath robes. Ben Mendelsohn’s Orson Krennic is the agitator of Rogue One and the Imperial overseer of the Death Star. Cold, harsh and full of sneer, it’s great to hear his native Aussie tones where we’re so used to hearing plummy British accents. This is most certainly a character who we’ll enjoy boo-hissing at with each consecutive re-watch.

    Rogue One
    Rogue One

    Whereas The Force Awakens repackaged large chunks of Star Wars lore and allowed us to revel in the familiarity, Rogue One tests the audience by targeting a familiar time-frame and giving us something wholly new. It’s not going to be for everybody but the darker hues, the volatility and glimpses of pre-established elements where the perfect blend for me.

    Say what you like about the prequels. One thing you can’t deny is the exceptional scores from John Williams. His themes are the glue that binds. You might even say they are the force that holds George Lucas’ legacy in place. With a year to prep his orchestrations, Williams can create worlds within worlds, and truly masterful motifs. Michael Giacchino only had four and a half weeks to complete his score. There are hints of greatness but I found myself in an uncanny valley of listening to something that sounds “almost” exactly like Star Wars but missing that intangible extra that perhaps more time would’ve afforded.

    There are several cameos, sly nods and surprises peppered throughout. I’m not going to give any away but there was only one instance where it niggled me slightly. We also have a couple of fully realised CG performances who’s faces may or may not throw you out of certain scenes. Overall, the Easter Eggs aren’t obnoxious, the visual design and special effects are incredible and I’m still trying to decide how far up the pecking order Rogue One fits in the Star Wars ratings. Lower than the original trilogy, miles higher than the prequels but fighting mid-ships with The Force Awakens.

    If you are lucky enough to catch this Star Wars spin-off at the IMAX you’re in for a treat. Rogue One is pure “event cinema” and the audio/ visual spectacle at BFI IMAX proved to be nothing short of jaw dropping. As with The Force Awakens last year, the sheer scale and scope on offer cannot be matched in the standard multiplex. As someone who spent years as a 35mm projectionist (don’t worry… I got taller), the delight that comes purely from a technical standpoint couldn’t fail to put a wide eyed grin across my face. The visual effects, the bold cinematography and the luscious sound design should be enjoyed in the grandest way possible. THIS is what blockbuster cinema should be.

    The Force Awakens and Rogue One proved that in the right hands, Star Wars can be a joyous thing once more. There are new adventures to be had and old stories to be unearthed. With Episode VIII and the Han Solo prequel due over the next 18 months, fans of this beloved space opera have a lot to look forward to. Personally, I’m hoping for a Yoda/ Yaddle (look her up) romantic comedy in Summer 2020.

    Rogue One: A Star Wars Story is in cinemas now

    Ben and I will be discussing Rogue One and the Star Wars franchise on our podcast Sudden Double Deep early next week. Come find us on iTunes and Stitcher!