Predators

A sequel twenty-one years after the 'original' sequel is no mean feat; Predators claims to be a sequel. It even references the Alien films in its nomenclature, that subtle addition of an 's'. But consequently it's riddled with the same problems most sequels have to face.

For a film as limply plotted as Predators (Selected elite soldiers plus one hapless doctor are ditched on an alien hunting preserve for the predators to practise their skills on... That's literally it.), there were some surprisingly effective moments amongst the dross. Adrien Brody is passable enough in Swarznegger's shoes, remarkable as that might sound; the conversation that directly refers to 1987 (the year of Predator's release) is comicly rendered. But he's not passable enough, and the film never really accepts that it's comic. It's so deadly, dully serious throughout, one can't help but get a little tired of it all.

The film also falls flat on the simplest of moments. The dialogue drags throughout; the landscape changes every five minutes (Continuity people, did you put jungle to evergreen in two minutes down to the planet being 'alien'?); the characters are sketchily drawn at best and killed off in the most meaningless of ways. But I cackled through it. I embraced the idiocy, Hollywood churning out drudge in a style true to form. I'd not go out of my way to see it again. Then again, I probably wouldn't for most films.

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2010

Adrien Brody, Alice Braga

dir. Nimrod Antal

Hot Rod

Saturday Night Live's party boys team up to deliver a charming gem out of leftfield. This film has all the hallmarks of a conventionally dire comedy, but its quirks and erraticism rescue and elevate it beyond the mundane.

Rod (Samberg) is a down-and-out stay-at-home chap desperate to be a stuntman. Ably assisted by his crew (Taccone, Hader & McBride) he performs insipid stunts. Usually he messes them up. And he fights, literally fights, to earn his stepfather's respect. But in a neat, if predictable plot twist, Rod has to take his stunt work to the next level to save the man he so abhors.

The performances are just shy of absurd, but silly enough to keep the laughs coming. Rico taking on a redneck made me guffaw, while Kevin's dancing and mild manners were similarly enjoyable. Meanwhile, the linear and uncreative thread is spiced up with a host of interjections and wrong turns. Sketch comedy's influence is in evidence throughout. But that adds to the film, rather than detracting from it. I was reminded, remarkably, of Napoleon Dynamite and Little Miss Sunshine, two films that contain fairly standard plots and directions, but are riddled with comic episodes and wrong turns.

There's a rock soundtrack too, that's again just short of all out parody, and plenty of quotable, if idiotic lines. When Rod has to take himself to his "happy place" and the next scene we are provided with is him punchdancing his way to happiness, I had to stop the DVD and rewatch. It's delightfully stupid. I wanted to own this film, for repeat views. That's a great way to feel when watching a movie.

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2007

Andy Samberg, Jorma Taccone, Bill Hader, Danny McBridge, Isla Fisher

dir. Akiva Schaffer

Curse of the Golden Flower

Spectacle and simplicity combine in this Tang dynasty drama depicting the destruction of the emperor's family. The emperor rules with an iron fist, while his second wife, the empress, and three sons machinate busily behind the scenes to seize power.

It's a beautiful film. In fact, I was saddened that this film has been compared to Yimou Zhang's earlier work, because that set up expectations of high-flying action and martial arts drama, and while there is some, it is no way central to what this film really concerns. Instead, the poise and routine of imperial life takes centre stage. That's fitting too; beneath the calm surface things bubble away vigorously, players scheme or cheat. The juxtaposition works very well, between rhythmic order on the surface and mad plotting beneath. A casual viewer would not comprehend the gravity of a solitary stroll through one of the many identical corridors the film depicts. It is only through snippets of dialogue or exchanged looks that we begin to see what is coming together, much like the players themselves. And of course, there are people, servants, everywhere. One starts to doubt how much secrecy there can be with so many people around all the time. It's another neat juxtaposition.

The performances are touching, especially the emperor (Yun-Fat Chow) and empress (Li Gong). Their roles demand a certain soullessness underpinned by broiling emotions. It's admirably pulled off. There's a magnetism they portray that demands an audience's attention. Even when they are at their most jealous and hateful, one can't help but watch.

Overall, I thought this a very emotive, immersive film. It builds like a wave, slowly but surely, before cresting inevitably with devastating effect. The final act is worth watching the whole film for.

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2007

Yun-Fat Chow, Li Gong, Jay Chou, Ye Liu

dir. Yimou Zhang

Zombieland

The dead just ain't that funny. That was my overriding feeling by the end of Zombieland. A rather kitsch attempt at what amounted to little more than rendering a video game on-screen left me neither giggling nor really very impressed at all.

There are some lovely ideas behind Zombieland. After the zombie apocalypse, survivors battle to find sustenance against increasingly dangerous odds. Into this wilderness appears Columbus (Jesse Eisenberg), a neurotic boy who goes by the name of his hometown and stays alive by adhereing to a strict series of rules. The rules themselves are fairly amusing, if predictable, and suggest an early awareness of the parody that Zombieland is offering. Even the way in which the rules are presented starts out as seemingly inventive, but quickly becomes tedious, a repeated joke that doesn't gain momentum throughout the film.

Then Columbus meets Tallahassee (Woody Harrelson) and the film lurches sadly towards more plain fare. Sisters (Breslin and Stone) show up; wanton violence abounds, wanton, unimaginative violence; we start to witness a rather insipid love story unfold, and family values start getting pasted all over the place. Then there's the cameo by Bill Murray. Less said about that the better; it was entirely disappointing, and clearly out of place with the tone and style of the film. But perhaps that can be forgiven, because it seems the film struggles to decide what tone it is going for. A slick, over-stylised opening descends into a Hollywood producer's wet dream with romance and redemption as the eventual message. It's sickly sweet.

A great shame. Some clever tricks and a neat concept fail to lift the film above mediocrity. It has the stamp of Hollywood over-production, and it suffers for it.

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2010

Jesse Eisenberg, Woody Harrelson, Emma Stone, Abigail Breslin

dir. Ruben Fleischer

Inception

Christopher Nolan's sci-fi thrill-ride offers in equal measure suspense, drama, mind-bending plot- and physical twists and a healthy dose of good cinematic fun. It cements his position as a potent blockbuster creator, and reminds viewers of his ability to tell a cracking, complex story.

The basic premise is far from complicated. In a world much like our own, people are able to share dreams together. First developed by the US military for training soldiers (In a dream, while one can feel pain, one normally cannot die: dying simply awakens the dreamer), the compact technology is now exploited for corporate espionage by thieves who kidnap or hijack people's dreams to extract information, trade secrets or gain blackmail leverage.

Dom Cobb (Leonardo DiCaprio) is one such thief, and an excellent one at that, despite his troubled past. But when Seito (Ken Watanabe), a previous target, approaches Cobb with the chance to get charges waiting for him in America dropped, Cobb is forced to embark on a job far more difficult than any before: inception, the planting of an idea inside a mind. Cobb's closest friends try to dissuade him; inception cannot be done.

So Mr Cobb assembles a team about him to undertake the mission. Arthur (Joseph Gordon-Levitt), Ariadne (Ellen Page), Yusuf (Dileep Rao - pictured left) and Eames (Tom Hardy) all have very particular, very cool roles to play in the coming job. The first act is very much an explosive exposition of some of the film's key principles. But the second act, where Cobb plans and plots, is when Inception really starts to sparkle. The dialogue is crisp and to the point; the characters are witty and engaging. After any given scene with a character, particularly Arthur or Eames, I was left wanting more, gently in awe of highly competent performances.

A lot has already been written about some of the special effects in this film. But more than that, Hans Zimmer needs to be praised for the major role his score plays in establishing more than just pure effect but a fully formed mood, an all-encompassing ambience. This is what makes Inception stand out from other standard weak sci-fi fare. It is more than any one detail but the chilling mood of the entire piece that leaves one both thrilled and mentally wearied, in the best possible way.

Special note has to made once more of the performances. DiCaprio is on top form, even if this is not a far cry from his emotionally raw characterisation for Shutter Island. But Gordon-Levitt is super slick, while Cillian Murphy, playing Robert Fischer, is sensational. Murphy is no stranger to emotionally charged performances, but this one crackles. There appears to be so much bubbling beneath the surface in his portrayal that I'm tempted to suggest he's a show stealer here. Meanwhile, Cotillard and Watanabe have depth and detail to their performances that made them thoroughly enjoyable to watch.

Conspiracy theorists and pedants will love the many questions and holes this film throws up, but I believe that only adds to the film's validity as a great blockbuster. I don't know how watertight the concept really is, but I think there's an easy answer: it doesn't need to be. We're dealing with dreams. We're dealing with uncertainty and the kind of material, as Cobb himself notes, that only seems strange once it's ended. One's mind may ache by the final act, but that is surely better than mindless fun. Great re-watching potential, and a great step for Nolan.

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2010

Leonardo DiCaprio, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Ellen Page, Tom Hardy, Ken Watanabe, Dileep Rao, Marion Cotillard, Cillian Murphy

Written and dir. Christopher Nolan

In Other Rooms, Other Wonders

Is it enough to take a literary style already heartily employed elsewhere and transplant it to a new country and culture to create a great literary movement? I would argue it is not, and further, that much of the praise heaped upon Daniyal Mueenuddin's collection of short stories indicates wonder at what he has done, rather than true literary merit.

In Other Rooms, Other Wonders is a series of short stories that all feature in some way or other the Harouni family. Sometimes it is K. K. Harouni, a rich businessman, who appears, but as often the stories detail the lives of various of his servants and retainers in and around Lahore. In other stories, like Our Lady of Paris or A Spoiled Man, we deal with relatives of the powerful K. K., lesser Harounis as it were. But such a style, of repeating characters and stories that seem to orbit a central theme or hint at a fully fleshed-out imagined world, is one that America has been familiar with from at least Salinger, while one might argue that as early as Vergil were writers playing with hinting at presences beyond the text, as Vergil himself does in the Eclogues. That is to say, Mueenuddin is not innovating in giving us a series of Pakistani stories all featuring the same interwoven characters, present and absent.


Nor is he innovating in setting those stories primarily in Pakistan. Again, much of the hype surrounding the book comes from readers' excitement in recognising a foreign place or way of life succinctly expressed in literature. But Mueenuddin is not the first to write about Pakistan, nor should he be praised only because his theme is Pakistan. In fact, if the only literary merit of a piece is that it describes a place rarely described, we are considering a travel guide over a work of literary merit.


These two problems in early comments on In Other Rooms, Other Wonders would not trouble me so much if the writing itself stood up to close scrutiny. Unfortunately it does not. After a rather insipid opening story, in which I believe we are meant to be shocked, while I hardly stirred, Mueenuddin draws us at a laborious pace through a host of self-obsessed, self-serving characters who can barely see beyond themselves, yet alone their own horizons. Perhaps there is truth in such a depiction, in the way in which a more feudal society can impose stronger restrictions on its occupants' dreams and aspirations. Yet Mueenuddin labours the point, just like he labours his characters. Nothing is left to the imagination; nothing is intimated or expressed without it being made explicit. Time and again the delicately expressed moments in an individual story that might have charmed me were then brusquely explained and pored over, leaving nothing left for me to ponder myself. Even Lily, my favourite story of the collection, is brought to an appallingly tedious conclusion by the unwavering pace of the writing.

I fear I am falling into the same trap; Mueenuddin's ideas are there, and many of them are engaging. But the writing cries out for an editor, internal or otherwise, to prune back some of the verbosity that dogs and overwhelms what could be handled beautifully and delicately.

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2009

Daniyal Mueenuddin

Random House, India

Toy Story 3

If one reckoned Pixar has surpassed themselves with the genre-defying adventure of Up, Toy Story 3 only takes the expectation they had created and deftly destroys it once more. Pixar had announced repeatedly they would not complete the trilogy until they had a story worth telling. Here they tell a story and a half.


Fifteen years have passed since the first films. In that time Andy has grown up and now he's off to college. Will he take Woody and Buzz with him? What will happen to the trusted toys once Andy is gone? So begins an adventure that tests their courage and loyalty while also providing approximately two laughs a minute. Maybe more. And a dash of tears.


The fact is, it's a great story. It's a great story that's not afraid to get you crying, to get you caring about its protagonists, and rather than shying away from the emotional deathtrap that leaving for college no doubt is for many people, it embraces it. The film demands we engage with what the characters are no doubt feeling.


At no point does it feel like we're moving gag to gag. Rather, every laugh I had I could barely believe, so exciting and compelling was the action. If one compares this sequel with another in cinemas currently, Shrek Forever After, the fourth instalment of the Shrek series, Pixar's excellence and grasp of humour is even more obvious. In the Shrek film (which I almost certainly will not review), the old stories are rehashed, and the jokes are not only predictable but repeated from previous films. Furthermore, our hero, Shrek, is about as ogrely as a wet blanket. He is a drip. Compare him to Woody, the resourceful hero of Toy Story 3, who never stops believing in Andy or his comrades. Woody makes mistakes, and can be stubborn, but these qualities only go to highlight how well imagined a character he is. He's no weed. Or Lotso, the bear at the kindergarten. His turn as villain is almost chilling: who wants to imagine cuddly bears or dolls as evil? 


Well-signalled plot points didn't stand out, but left me with that happy satisfaction in thinking "oh, I knew that meant something!". At no point does Toy Story 3 descend into a pedestrian exercise of box ticking. The story is all, and it's a wonder to behold.  Truly a demonstration of Pixar's mastery of what they do, the kings of modern animated storytelling.


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2010
Tom Hanks, Tim Allen, Joan Cusack
dir. Lee Unkrich