Category: REVIEWS

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  • Review: Wasp

    Wasp is the first feature length film by Philippe Audi-Dorr. Set against the serene, hot summer backdrop of Southern France this menage à trios blisters into view providing a refreshing look at gay relationships, friendship and trust.

    Olivier and James head to the former’s parents’ house for a romantic break but things don’t go to plan. James invites Caroline to join them taking pity on her as she had just broken up with her boyfriend. However, maybe James’s pity is misplaced when Caroline turns her attention to his boyfriend.

    The challenge for Wasp is not budgetary or even that it is a gay film without explicit sex; it is that there are only 3 actors. Three characters works well in the theatre where less is more however on screen it is difficult but that is not to say impossible. One film where this worked well is Conversations With Other Women equally on a low budget but the dialogue was incredible as was the way it unfolded without forgetting it had Helena Bonham Carter and Aaron Eckhart in the principal roles. There is also The Disappearance of Alice Creed that also had just three characters so it is possible to have an engaging film with just three actors. However, this film felt as if it needed a little more. It almost felt like it had been written for the theatre and adapted. Either it should have been longer or shorter.

    Having said all that; the premise is a good one. It was refreshing to see a female character not shown as snivelling wreck. The exploration of sexual identity, as well as what must be the ultimate taboo being invited into someone’s house and attempting to take what should never be yours: your gay best friend’s man.

    Wasp was shown at the Raindance Film Festival 2015 and is now available on dvd.

  • Buttercup Bill: Review

    Buttercup Bill: Review

    By Louise McLeod Tabouis.

    ‘Buttercup Bill’, written and directed by Rémy Bennett & Emilie Richard-Froozan is a melancholic reflection on looking back.

    After the death of childhood-friend Flora, cynical, besotted and tarnished Pernilla, is haunted by the memories she has from growing up with her neighbours, Patrick and now-dead Flora.

    After years of Patrick-imposed no contact, Penilla arrives at his house to declare, “Everyone’s a waste”. Patrick’s response? “You should grow the fuck up”.  This sets the tone of the film. Now living in the middle of sweaty, sunny nowhere, he seems to be either working out who he is or running from what he was, far from the people who think they know him. His disconcerting ambivalence towards adoring Pernilla maintains the tension. The question is, is he free of the rot, or longing for more?

    The film is an intriguing portrayal of a changing relationship in the space between adolescence and adulthood. Great soundtrack, pervasive, appropriate, dominating and rich, with well-created scenes and design. If you’ve ever had a long-term friendship that is in arrested development you’ll empathise with this film. A good portrayal of people who want to understand each other, but don’t.

  • Review: Seven Songs For A Long Life

    Review: Seven Songs For A Long Life

    Exploring the vitality of life, the reality of death and the heartwarming, intimate moments that provide meaning and laughter in between, Seven Songs for a Long Life documents several patients through difficult times, made lighter by one nurse and her love of song.

    Charming, soulful and bittersweet, for anybody who has recently lost someone Seven Songs isn’t an easy documentary to get through. There’s a particular rawness in the subject matter that is often difficult to reconcile with the lighter side of life, yet by sheer charm and openness this film paints a far richer image of the people and families dealing with terminal illness and debilitating conditions.


    From the moment Tosh refuses to fill in his assessment form and serenades us with a remarkably good Sinatra song, this documentary grabs life through song. Six hospice patients allow us into tender, vulnerable and funny moments of their lives. Singing unlocks the patients’ pasts, guides their dreams and their futures.

    Encouraged by one nurse who loves to sing, and a collaborative filming process, they wrestle with the new insecurity facing us all: recent advances in biomedicine mean we can now live for years rather than months after a terminal diagnosis. Sometimes. But not every time. How do we cope with this uncertainty?

    Patients at Strathcarron Hospice are quirky, wry front-runners in a journey that we will all face. Each patient deals with enormous change during the three years of filming. As they go through the little and big dramas of trying to make a will, medicating pain, finding a guardian for a child and moving house, we see the growing relationship between staff and patient, patient and patient.

    Just as it takes a village to raise a child, it takes a community to help face your own mortality, making the process of dying itself safe, individual, and as gentle as possible.

    A documentary by Amy Hardie. 82 minutes.

  • The Killage: Review

    The Killage: Review

    THE KILLAGE (2011) Written and directed by Joe Bauer. A group of young employees are sent away for a nature break ‘team building’ vacation to get to know one another better and for the head of camp, Patrick, to choose a team leader for the company.


    When a film is called The Killage, you have a pretty good idea of what to expect, but this no budget ‘n’ no brains Australian effort plumbs new depths of comedy horror ineptitude.

    A bunch of offensive stereotypes (The Jock, The Goth, The Geek, The Gay, The Stoner, The Cheerleader etc…) go on a team-building retreat to the countryside and get picked off one by one by a psychopathic serial killer, because that’s what happens in horror films, obviously.

    While The Killage may try to deflect criticism with pleas of parody and pastiche, the bottom line is that the films is, whether intentionally or not, utter shite.

    It’s not like this stuff can’t be done well – for example, when it’s wickedly knowing (All Cheerleaders Die) or just dumb fun (Zombeavers) – but The Killage is a painfully unfunny failure across the board. Incompetent writing, direction and acting is inexplicably muddied further with the worst dubbing since that Ferrero Rocher ad.

    This film is the cinematic equivalent of fake plastic dog poo.


    THE KILLAGE (2011) Written and directed by Joe Bauer. A group of young employees are sent away for a nature break ‘team building’ vacation to get to know one another better and for the head of camp, Patrick, to choose a team leader for the company.

  • A Longer Take On Macbeth

    A Longer Take On Macbeth

    By Robert Andrews.

    Silence more often than not tells us things that a thousand words could not express. And silence was what lingered long after the credits for Macbeth began to roll. You could feel a genuine sense of awe that had crept into those audience members who sat utterly still as they came to grips with the spectacle they had just witnessed. Certainly Macbeth is a challenging film, especially to audiences usually associated with more mainstream affairs, however this is a challenge that should be embraced by audiences both young and old. In doing so audiences will be rewarded with an unforgettable cinematic experience, one that that embodies not only a stand out lead performance from Michael Fassbender, but a rich and beautifully tormenting portrayal of Shakespearian Scotland, which lends itself so well to the dark road Macbeth finds himself travelling down throughout the course of the story.

    As a manifestation of art house style, Macbeth tackles Shakespeare’s play with a dark and colourful undertone, in which the setting of Scotland contributes as much to the character’s feelings and intentions as dialogue could manage, and it is the dialogue that poses the greatest challenge to the average cinema goer. As I sat down to watch Macbeth and listened as Fassbender first began to delve into blank verse, I too was immediately challenged with an unfamiliar form of speaking, and a barrier preventing myself from accessing the primary channel that communicates the character’s core feelings, interactions and thought processes. Based upon this, should Macbeth have disregarded Shakespeare’s blank verse so that the audience could more easily understand the narrative events and character development? Absolutely not. By losing the blank verse you lose the authenticity of the piece as a Shakespearian product, and more importantly the beautifully tongue twisting monologues and analogies that are an art piece in their own right. An art piece that Fassbender so elegantly paints with his dedication to the role, as his descent into a guilt ridden lunatic ruler is nothing less than glorious. His richly spoken portrayal of the mad King of Scotland is arguably one of his best performances to date in both the physical and verbal sense. Fassbender’s mentally tormenting monologues fall perfectly in line with his savagery as a fighter on the battlefield and as a ruler on the throne. One criticism however, not of Fassbender’s performance, but rather the character on the page is that Macbeth as a character rarely breaks free from his mad slumber and as a result offers little potential for change, and to some extent enhances a sense of predictability in regard to the story’s outcome. That is not to say that Fassbender’s prolonged mad slumber is not enjoyable, as in fact it is breath-taking to behold, it is just a matter of some more detail being paid to the man beneath Macbeth’s warped mind set in order to make this enjoyable character study more complex and multi-dimensional.

    As an adaptation, the burden of loyalty to the original story and its characters usually weighs heavily on a piece like Macbeth, which attempts to breathe new life into the stage play. As someone who is not familiar with the story of Macbeth, I myself was free from this burden, able to judge the narrative for its merits and criticisms without being a slave to my preceding thoughts of the original stage play. The narrative is executed well enough, with enough alternative view points in the story to provide viewers with a variety of differing perspectives focused on Macbeth’s downfall. The narrative doesn’t necessarily lead us into totally unexpected avenues of Macbeth’s journey, but it does however present a compelling character study of a mad King intertwined with the mounting consequences of the manner of his chaotic reign. Following Duncan’s death, Macbeth’s chaos really does reign supreme and poses the same issue that arises as a result of Macbeth’s lack of potential for change. Macbeth’s uninterrupted downhill spiral offers few respites in terms of attempting to convince the audience that Macbeth may not be heading towards the doomed conclusion that we the audience associate the character with. Never the less the narrative does hold up on a basic level and if nothing less leads us towards a truly breath-taking and sensational narrative climax that sums up the raw ambition of the film.

    It would be criminal to end this review without applauding the contributions of the usually overlooked elements of film production that on a visual and audial level are equally responsible for the film’s success. Melancholia is what Macbeth orders, and its soundtrack certainly accounts for that with melodies and instrumentals which are so in tune with the foreboding nature of the story and the burdened mind set of Macbeth himself. Make up and costume, from Macbeth’s royal robes to his rugged battle armour contribute immensely to the level of authenticity held up in the film’s spoken blank verse. Words which are spoken so elegantly by the characters and captured so well by those responsible for the film’s cinematography and editing. The framing and movement of feasts, battles, isolation and sorrow communicate so much to the audience that they might have missed in the challenging blank verse that is often spoken. Macbeth’s moments of isolation are captured in a manner which voids the necessity of dialogue and as the battle scenes too are shown in such a raw and unpleasant form, every frame in Macbeth truly is a painting and least of all a work of art.

    As aforementioned Macbeth poses the average filmgoer a challenging viewing experience in regard to the conventional mainstream characteristics that the film disregards. However I feel that even those unable to enjoy Macbeth due to the viewing challenges it poses have a duty to respect it for its bold, individualist and raw approach to an already fascinating story of guilt, madness and emotional decline. Films like Macbeth are rarely this accessible to mainstream filmgoers due to the film industry’s increasing demand for excessive box office returns. For that reason Macbeth really should be appreciated for its visually gripping and tonally fascinating adaptation, an adaptation that will certainly remain long in the memory of those who appreciate its raw cinematic power. All hail Macbeth.