Wuthering Heights

 

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This is an adaptation of Emily Brontë's classic novel of the same name, in which Catherine Earnshaw's family adopt a poor boy, Heathcliff, and the pair become inseparably close. Yet, their love is a destructive one that pulls them apart before sending them crashing back together.

I think in its frenzied moments of passion, there are points where you can get submerged in the wild attraction between Cathy and Heathcliff. I also found their early friendship as children to be entirely endearing, if also still quite toxic.

The winning element of this feature is how absolutely visually stunning it looks. Emerald Fennell has crafted a colour palette that feels fantastical. This movie captures red like it is a jewel to behold. This movie is more about style than script, and watching the lavish visuals contrast so sharply with the vast natural landscapes or the dark vision of Wuthering Heights estate is the one shining triumph of all this.

Charlotte Mellington, who played Young Cathy, is an absolute moment of time travel between her and Robbie; Mellington genuinely feels besotted with Heathcliff while also playing to her sense of ego. Vy Nguyen, who played Young Nelly, was one of the strongest performers in the film's opening; her sense of hurt feelings and hard exterior are better captured than her older counterpart, Chau.

However, the best performance came from Margot Robbie, who played Cathy. Cathy is a remarkably vain character, extremely self-obsessed and expecting the world to revolve around her. Robbie likes to toy with others a bit, especially early in the film when she played across from Elordi. This is a character who is used to getting her way, whose arrogance and ego take up the whole screen. Her self-serving impulses contrast with her all-consuming love for Heathcliff, which is something Robbie understands and plays to very well, especially in the crossroads scene of the film in which she accidentally makes the wrong choice. There is a wickedness from here that only grows as passion and spite consume our protagonists. I found Robbie to be vile at times, and fated to destroy herself in others. This was one performer who really understood what her role was and what she was playing to.

Wuthering Heights is everything bad in Emerald Fennell's more illustrious works brought to bear. Where other works have been made to unnerve you with purpose, this is an adaptation that is here to be freaky and perturb the audience first. The intention of the film is to show the moments of passionate sexual desire and then the moments of grotesque disgust. Before long, it will become hard to distinguish the two, and in time, there is little left to see. This is a Wuthering Heights that wants to be carnal; it wants to root around in the mud, and it doesn't much care if you enjoy what you are watching. The opening of the film evokes imagery of sex before cutting to our first true flame and revealing a hanging. But it won't end there. Violent outbursts, gutted pigs, festering refuse, kinky acts, walls made to look like skin, septicemia, women acting like dogs... You get the idea. This is a film made to be shocking, but it fails to thrill. Someone I went to see this with me turned to me and asked if I had taken them to see a horror. I suppose I had. This is a film that doesn't want to achieve anything. The story itself is painfully vulgar, with two people who desire one another destroying themselves and everyone around them. It is the worst possible way this classic work could have been imagined.

This film is chopped up like a music video; there are entire jumps in the scene that don't work, and montages are overly stylised. I absolutely could not stand the music provided to this by Charli XCX; it yanked me right out of any scene every time something lyrical struck up. The idea that a trendy pop artist could pair neatly with a period tragedy is madness.

Jacob Elordi, who played Heathcliff, seems to be a casting choice more grounded in aesthetics; Elordi struggles with subtlety and seems downright evil at times. Hong Chau, who played Nelly, feels a bit too old for her role at the best of times; Chau's overbearing matronly manner was a weight on the feature. Shazad Latif, who played Edgar, is just a bit too dull to make himself known; Latif's entire character falls into the background time and again. Alison Oliver, who played Isabella, is just an absurd performance that seems doomed to fail; Oliver's doing that dog scene is absolutely ridiculous. Martin Clunes, who played Mr Earnshaw, doesn't seem remotely grounded in reality; his imp-like look near the end really jumped the shark. Owen Cooper, who played Young Heathcliff, is a bit too plain for the character; Cooper comes across as rather wooden, evoking just a bit too much of Elordi.

I can't imagine a more grotesque and horrific take on Emily Brontë's famous novel. I would give Wuthering Heights a 2.5/10. 

Crime 101

 

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Crime 101 is a crime thriller adapted from a Don Winslow novella of the same name. The film follows Davis, a skilled thief who has been conducting a string of robberies just off the 101 motorway. As he gears up for his biggest score yet, the police officer and rival thief hounding him are drawing closer.

I have always had a soft spot for heist films, and I wondered if I would feel the same way while watching this one. But though there are heists in this film, this is more of a 'cat and mouse' story. The whole thing pivoting around Davis running his cons and staying ahead of those after him by a hair is one of the most satisfying elements of the film. Lou, the detective after Davis, is having his entire life blow up while hounding this criminal, but this laser focus also becomes a noose slowly slipping around Davis' neck. I also liked the chaotic energy that came from Money sending Ormon, a young legacy thief, after Davis. These parties circling one another created some tense moments and left you wondering how that final job against Monroe was going to play out. In a lot of ways, Crime 101 is a film that pays tribute to old films of the honourable outlaw versus the honourable officer of the law.

If Crime 101 has a strength, it is just how impressive the cinematography looks. This is a very dynamic-looking film, with an intense neo-noir style. Every character is scrutinised with intensive close-ups, LA is captured like a timeless Metropolis, and car chases inject high octane adrenaline into the lens.

Halle Berry, who played Sharon, is quite a calculating numbers savant here; Berry's character is more grounded than others and building towards an explosive decision is a great piece of softer acting from Berry. Tate Donovan, who played Monroe, is that type of arrogant, rich mogul you decidedly hate; the way Donovan played to the ego of this character, even when he had a gun to his head, is great. Barry Keoghan, who played Ormon, is a captivating, unhinged antagonist; he has a frenzied need to prove himself by all means necessary. Matthew Del Negro, who played Police Captain Stewart, is a real bureaucratic point of corruption; Del Negro has a toxic energy to this character that makes him a good adversary for Ruffalo.

However, the best performance came from Mark Ruffalo, who played Lou. Lou seems a very disgruntled type of police detective protagonist. He is living in a cramped apartment with his wife, their marriage falls apart throughout the film, and his car is a piece of shit. Ruffalo still has a real water off a duck's back outlook around all this; he has a grouchy edge but remains laser-focused on his casework. Lou is like a dog with a bone around the Davis case; his police department is slowly isolating him, and yet he won't let the 101 robber go. The moment his job and his marriage implode, we get a new take on Lou. Ruffalo brings a stillness, a calmness to the character. He brings what he has always chased to a head in a very measured way, holding the fate of all that has transpired in the palm of his hand. Lou's euphoria by the end of the film seems rather earned; he is the honourable officer of the law.

Crime 101 is a rather desolate film, so sprawling and vast with a lot of emptiness there. And if I were just talking about the setting, this would be a perfect modern film noir story. But that's not Crime 101. From the moment multiple leading roles are introduced, it becomes clear that Crime 101 is a branching story with many perspectives guiding the story. The issue with this is that a slow-paced film passing the ball like that really has to have an incredible sense of structure. This film doesn't have that; if anything, this is a film that would have been better served as a limited series. There is a lot of empty space between narrative-forward scenes, which hurt the pacing tremendously. It is also clear that while the robberies are interesting, Davis is not. As a protagonist, Davis's 'Robin Hood' schtick is poorly explored, as is his relationship and background with Money, his ally in the criminal world. Davis jitters and shows signs of neurodiversity, but the creatives clearly don't know what they're doing here beyond vaguely saying Davis isn't your typical criminal. There's even a strange romance sub-plot for Davis that feels a little too fairytale and easy-going to work. The truth of Crime 101 is that it has a decent cast, but the writing rarely cracks open these characters and lets me see who they are as an audience member.

The editing can be disjointed at times and create an inconsistent flow, resulting in a pace that stretches out or even becomes a bit scattered to watch. There are moments of interest in the score, but the majority of this is just a long, warbling drone. The soundtrack is also a mismatch of tracks that don't really bring a lot of character to the piece, ranging from Run the Jewels to Bryan Adams.

Chris Hemsworth, who played Davis, really gives one of his worst leading performances in a long time; I had no idea whether he was playing autism or OCD, and it is his worst American accent in some time. Corey Hawkins, who played Tillman, is quite a bland police partner character across from Ruffalo; Hawkins becomes almost forgettable the second the film phases his role out. Nick Nolte, who played Money, is such a prolific actor who is struggling to still perform well; I say this because Nolte's line delivery as Money is almost indecipherable. Monica Barbaro, who played Maya, is a bit of a dull fantasy girlfriend role; Barbaro is really just here to dangle a happy ending outcome in front of Hemsworth's role.

Incredibly scattered crime film with a weak lead in Chris Hemsworth. I would give Crime 101 a 5.5/10.

We Bury The Dead

 

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We Bury The Dead is a zombie thriller in which an American pulse weapon accidentally kills the entire population of Tasmania during a test. Those killed have been rendered deceased by the electronic pulse, though some are 'returning to life'. Ava travels to Tasmania and volunteers to join the Body Retrieval unit, in the hope of being reunited with her husband.

In a world where the zombie genre has had a good stab taken at it a few times, it is such a delight to see how creativity can still bloom in the genre. At the top of the year, I remember thinking how off the wall it was watching Ralph Fiennes dance with a zombie alpha in 28 Years Later: The Bone Temple. This film has its own creative stake in the genre, presenting a world in which a mere few zombies roam. Each encounter feels more personal; this isn't about getting away from the undead hordes. Some of the zombies here thrash and gnash with rage at being unable to fulfil their unfinished business. But in the same feature, we see a dead man bury his family and experience grief, and a dead woman gives birth to her living baby and sees it safely into the hands of others. It is strangely unconventional in how raw and rugged it is, people become weight to be moved by workers who are hoping like hell to find a shred of life. I think the frantic nature of Ava's odyssey across Tasmania proves that more than anything else. I also think this film held a really solid antagonist in the form of Riley. This was a man who had his whole world ripped away from him and tried to keep it alive in a grotesque, malformed manner.

I think the style of We Bury The Dead really knows how to capture stark, graphic horror. And I don't mean graphic like gore, but the visual scale of the desolation. There are the cruel frames of death caught like a photo snapshot, coupled with the raging landscape of a destroyed Hobart. That blood-red skyline had me entirely captivated. I loved the score for this film, it has a hard, driven edge to the whole thing as our lead hurtles her way to her final destination. The soundtrack was a real tight collection of tracks, but nothing bests that moment when we're cutting out and Metric's 'Help I'm Alive' kicks in.

Daisy Ridley, who played Ava, feels like a very grounded and determined protagonist; watching Ridley be allowed to grieve and rage in the final act of the film is where she shines brightest. Brenton Thwaites, who played Clay, is a real rough-around-the-edges tradie who has jumped free from his life to gather the dead; Thwaites is pretty uncouth here, yet still manages to be entirely charming. Kym Jackson, who played Lieutenant Wilkie, is a genuine authority figure here; Jackson's role expresses some genuine hatred of Americans for what they had reaped on Tasmania in this, which was absolutely powerful.

However, the best performance came from Mark Coles Smith, who played Riley. This is a very stoic, military role at first impression; quite a tense hero type who saves our leading character right in the nick of time. But Smith has a deeper dimension going on here; he leans into a role that is sweating buckets and clearly not showing all the angles. Riley wants Ava for a very specific purpose; he has a hole in his life where his wife, soon-to-be-born child and family used to be. Smith is this fragile yet dangerous figure who holds Ava in captivity briefly, forcing her to play a part she wants no part of. Smith becomes imposing, trying to place Ava where his wife stood. In truth, he is unhinged and broken by the horrors that have been inflicted upon him; he is one of the greatest dangers Ava has to face in this movie. It's an impressive turn from Mark Coles Smith, who really elevates this whole feature.

When I watch a film, I often love falling into a character's story, learning about the people I'm watching and coming to relate with them. We Bury The Dead really struggles with conveying this part of the film. It tries to intersperse the feature with vague flashbacks to make a rough patchwork of Ava and Mitch's relationship. But this doesn't reinforce much beyond telling us two actors don't have a heck of a lot of romantic chemistry with one another. Ava is really bad at expressing herself; she states her core mission, but we don't chip much past that inciting incident layer. Yet pretty much every character we meet struggles to talk; no one knows how to frame their feelings and pull a scene into an interesting narrative direction. The themes around things left unsaid, or grieving a relationship that has already moved on, are obvious because the movie eventually gives up on itself and just has the characters overtly spell it all out in the last fifteen minutes. I found the first third of this movie to be a tougher slog; it was riddled with quite average Australian background actors that made this whole thing feel like a parody of itself at first.

The editing throughout the film seems relatively lethargic, which might be deliberate with this being a slower indie film, but it makes the pacing difficult at times. This is a movie about a journey, but the journey often feels a lot longer than it really is.

Matt Whelan, who played Mitch, felt like a complete empty slate; Whelan couldn't conjure anything resembling meaningful chemistry with his on-screen wife, Ridley.

I am just loving how creative the resurgence of the zombie genre is feeling. I would give We Bury The Dead a 6.5/10.

Iron Lung

 

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Iron Lung is an adaptation of David Szymanski's video game of the same name. A cosmic horror set in a futuristic dying universe, this film follows Simon, a convict set inside a sealed submersible and forced to scour the depths of a moon with an ocean made of blood.

Iron Lung is the sort of horror film that knows how to draw you in. We are just as trapped as Simon in this iron box, confined and desperate for answers. This film works hard to impose a growing sense of dread. It starts slow, a creak in the hull, an eerie picture on the camera feed or a droplet of blood from above. But the film gears us up towards danger, makes us wonder what else lies within the depths, knowing that we can only ponder. The deeper Simon goes, the more we are confronted with hallucinations, invasive voices and visions of eldritch bloody beings. Escape becomes less certain, and hope is like a guttering flame. Watching Simon wrestle with his own crisis of conscience, while his very environment preys upon him, is a powerful yet demented setting. The sense of mystery that is cultivated around the 'creature' that preys upon Simon, living in the blood, is well handled. In fact, this monstrous, oppressive entity is a great horror antagonist.

It is rare to see a film where one setting is what we are limited to. The why behind this seems clear: how do you keep such a film interesting when it comes to style? The visual style never seems to be a hurdle for Mark Fischbach however, he takes what amounts to little more than a tube and turns it into a cloying, claustrophobic experience. The intensity of the close-ups and the deliberate placement of the camera certainly helped that sense of mounting dread I described earlier.

Troy Baker, who played David, is a nice break in tone from a character perspective; Baker employs a bit of gruff macho camaraderie to try to influence Simon, which is amusing. Elsie Lovelock, who voiced SM-8 Research Lead and The Speaker, is a powerful force for the sense of inescapable horror in this film; Lovelock's voice work will cut you to the bone and has this drowning sensation to it that is extremely effective.

However, the best performance came from Caroline Kaplan, who played Ava. This is a role with quite a perceived level of power over Simon across the film; she is the jailor, and he is the prisoner. She is a tough, militaristic presence who commands and attempts to control Simon. She has a bend towards duty and shows little compassion for Simon at first. If anything, there is real venom between the two, but chiefly from Kaplan's side. As the film goes on, we start to see Ava as a figure with the capacity to change. Kaplan allows her to connect with Simon and show hope. We get a sense that she wants out of this wretched existence as much as he does and is willing to risk her station to get salvation. Though in a more minor role, Kaplan feels like a character with both feet firmly planted in the Iron Lung universe.

Iron Lung is an interesting piece of horror; it does the fear element well, but it really struggles to pull you into the world it occupies. I found the moments in which the film touches upon the Quiet Rapture, the Eden faction or even Simon's terrorist background to be entirely debilitating to the story. The world feels quite convoluted; it wants to be perceived as a difficult puzzle, but that doesn't make this especially palatable for the audience. It doesn't hold a sense of mystery like the horrors below the ocean of blood; it just feels like a clunky bit of sci-fi cobbled together to adorn the greater end result. Even the mission around sending down prisoners holds little sense of purpose; we get the sense it has something to do with saving the universe or gathering food, but it gets a bit aimless. There is also a long portion within the middle that feels like a montage of travel. It creates a needless hitch in the pacing that could have otherwise been smoothed out.

The editing across this whole thing takes a blender to what is quite a decent piece of cinematography, janky and disruptive cutting make Iron Lung difficult to follow when things get frantic. I also think the sound mixing here shows how indie this feature is; the way sounds trample over one another can entirely ruin a scene. The score for the film wasn't especially memorable, a hollow droning that doesn't heighten the sense of fear much at all.

Mark Fischbach, who played Simon, just seems a bit too polished to work as the bedraggled lead prisoner of the film; Fischbach has designed something brilliant here, but his more limited range gets in the way of what could have been a great leading character.

A perfectly commendable horror film that is absolutely changing the game for indie cinema. I would give Iron Lung a 6/10.

Send Help

 

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Send Help is a survival horror/thriller following Linda Liddle, a company employee who gets overlooked by her boss, a young nepo baby narcissist. When their plane crashes on the way to an important business meeting, Linda and her boss find themselves stranded on a deserted island.

I really felt I was going to be hooked by this film from the very beginning. Linda is an awkward and sad individual who lives a very isolated life and doesn't have much go right for her. When Bradley, her new boss, enters the scene, it becomes clear that Linda is going to be trampled over by a guy who barely considers her existence. Around this point, I was expecting a bit of a social commentary on modern workplaces and the way women versus men are treated in these spaces. And this movie does have a bit of that. But what this movie really is about is power. Bradley held power at the beginning of the film because of his status and inherited wealth. But once this duo reaches the island, Bradley must come to depend on Linda because she holds all of the knowledge and the resources to survive. The power balance has completely flipped. As the film goes on, we see the pair test this new dynamic, Bradley fighting and manipulating his way back to control, while Linda explores what she can get out of this new power she finds herself with. I really adored the way Sam Raimi developed Linda as a memorable horror protagonist/antagonist. Her eccentricities start small and seem soft, but the power she holds in this situation unmasks a very troubled past. Linda is capable of dark action; she has proven this before, and she proceeds to ramp up across the film. I also think Send Help has a dark, yet camp sense of humour going for it that is side-splitting at times and unnerving at others.

Sam Raimi is an absolute auteur when it comes to capturing horror cinematically, and Send Help is no different. The camera slowly pushes in to heighten emotion, and Raimi can thrill with sudden gripping extreme close-ups. There are also a few shots across this that make me think of classic horror lighting of old, with some reasonable callbacks to 50s and 60s horror at times. Danny Elfman's mad score cartwheels between out-of-place whimsy to a stressful, fast-paced rhythm. The soundtrack also holds a couple of good cards; 'One Way or Another' by Blondie is the perfect footnote to all of this.

Dylan O'Brien, who played Bradley Preston, is the perfect match for McAdams; O'Brien is immediately dislikeable and plays to a very twisted selfish persona well.

However, the best performance came from Rachel McAdams, who played Linda Liddle. McAdams crafts a character who is a little off-kilter across the feature; watching this personality really become untethered is something I struggled to look away from. Linda seems meek at first, someone who gets run roughshod over without much complaint. Her life is sad, and McAdams creates a dizzying optimism that is relatively tragic. Yet seeing her confidence and mania emerge once she is upon the island and holds power is a terrifying force unto itself. McAdams character work here is nuts, you cannot predict Linda, nothing really feels off the table. I couldn't believe the ways McAdams distorted and manipulated her facial muscles throughout; her twitching and spasming felt seamless in moulding this unhinged killer.

Send Help is quite a great film, but it is unabashedly an abrasive watch. None of the cast of characters is especially likable; all have a darker bend to their morality. I also thought that this film makes an effort to push your comfort levels, often making a concerted effort to gross out the viewer. The tone goes big, which works more than it doesn't, but sometimes it results in a campy tone or a physical gag going on for a bit too long. The final couple of minutes of the film weren't especially satisfying beyond that soundtrack number. Linda always seemed fated to come out on top, but the way this was blown up was rather on the nose.

Something I do struggle with in a Sam Raimi feature is that the editing can feel rather dated at times; there are a lot of transitions in Send Help that yanked me out of the flow entirely. I also didn't love the special effects. The plane crash worked well enough, but the boar looked ridiculous.

Edyll Ismail, who played Zuri, feels so entirely distant from O'Brien that it becomes difficult to believe in their relationship, Ismail really plays the emotional beats of her character in a rather obvious, wooden manner. Xavier Samuel, who played Donovan, is quite the stereotypical 'business bro'; his antagonistic ego feels simple in presentation. Dennis Haysbert, who played Franklin, is quite a dry role; Haysbert's stoic presence is pretty forgettable in truth.

Sam Raimi, being an absolute oddball, has made a kooky thriller well worth your time. I would give Send Help a 7.5/10.

Marty Supreme

 

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Marty Supreme follows Marty Mauser, a professional table tennis player who has banked his entire life on becoming a major success through the sport. When his bad decisions and narcissism catch up with him, Marty risks everything to raise enough money to qualify for the World Championships in Tokyo.

I feel like it's pretty easy to recognise a Marty. That's what I thought after leaving this film. There is so much talk about hustling, grinding and being the best possible you amongst young men these days; a perpetual push for greatness and success via narcissism and self-serving action. Marty Supreme is a film about being a young man who has staked his very being on being one thing: the very best. Yet, watching this movie, it quickly shifts from feeling thrilling to becoming wildly dismaying, watching Marty try and fail at every turn to be the success he claims to be. Marty Mauser, our protagonist, is a legendary table tennis player. But Marty Mauser is rarely a good person. He pushes aside his mother, he robs from his uncle, he knocks up one of his closest friends and doesn't take responsibility for the child, and at every turn, he lies. Marty racks up debt to stay at the Ritz, and he plays manipulative games to coerce an acting celebrity to sleep with him. Because Marty doesn't serve his responsibilities or even his life, he serves the image he wishes to portray. This movie isn't about a character who is the victim of his own success; Marty is the victim of sacrificing everything good in or around him to seem successful. It's an important distinction, one that the film drills home superbly. By the very end of the film, once Marty has cast everything aside, humiliated himself and been left with his ego no longer intact, he manages to find a moment of triumph. A point where it is just him and his skill left, a compelling moment that feels righteous despite everything. This film is also Rachel Mizler's story in a lot of ways, too. Rachel is the young woman who gets knocked up by Marty, abandoned while he tours the world and then spends the weeks of his return trying to get him to connect with her. It's agonising to see the lengths Rachel goes to win Marty's attention.

Josh Safdie has an absolutely riveting piece of cinema with Marty Supreme. If you thought the Safdie Brothers were delivering something wild with Uncut Gems, this is the next step up. The camera pushes in close for these conniving deals and moments of bargaining while also getting creative with how it constructs moments of action or the speedy delivery of those table tennis sequences. The editing has an exceptional flow to it; the film feels like it is rushing to a crash-out in the best possible way. The score really holds you in its grip, scaling those moments of shock and making you feel exasperated in all of the right places. The soundtrack grounds things in the time while also drilling home those themes of false young grandeur; tracks like 'Forever Young' by Alphaville capture the point of Marty Supreme exactly.

Larry 'Ratso' Sloman, who played Murray Norkin, is the ultimate'tough love' uncle; Sloman really tries to rein in Chalamet's tremendous ego in a pretty grounded manner. Odessa A'zion, who played Rachel Mizler, is an absolute standout star in this; A'Zion gives us a woman who is trying so hard to win over the attention of the man she loves that she is letting herself be swallowed by the danger he faces. Luke Manley, who played Dion Galanis, starts the film being blindly optimistic and enchanted with Chalamet's Marty; Manley does a great job of presenting a character who realises his friend is a liar and a fraud. Emory Cohen, who played Ira Mizler, is a very volatile husband to A'Zion in this; Cohen's character is a really wound-up and aggressive guy who often puts that energy back onto his wife. John Catsimatidis, who played Christopher Galanis, is really shrewd at bartering with Chalamet; I like how Catsimatidis plays a scene as if he is protecting Manley's character. Géza Röhrig, who played Béla Kletzki, is one of the more quietly earnest characters in the film; Röhrig really strives for the best and is a moment of good in Marty's orbit. Pico Iyer, who played Ram Sethi, is an incredibly strict edge of authority; Iyer brings a tremendous level of decorum to the role that makes his hatred for Marty work so well. Kevin O'Leary, who played Milton Rockwell, just steals the show in this film almost constantly; I had no idea the sort of raw antagonist potential O'Leary had in him, but I am glad Josh Safdie did. Abel Ferrara, who played Ezra Mishkin, is a real tough crook; Ferrara does a good job of introducing him in a sympathetic light before revealing how dangerous he can be. Isaac Mizrahi, who played Merle, is a real spirited delight; Mizrahi actually manages to draw some real energy out of scenes with Paltrow.

However, the best performance came from Timothée Chalamet, who played Marty Mauser. This is the sort of performance that feels like everything has been thrown at it. Chalamet wants us to see he understands Marty and is going to give it his all. If you want to watch a performance where the character thinks he is a charismatic, quick-talker, Chalamet has that aspect down completely. This is a character who serves himself first and will burn others in his wake if it gets him even a little bit ahead. Chalamet's take on Marty is at times quite self-aware of his own lack of morality, sometimes wallowing in this and at others wickedly praising his own deviousness. His spirit really breaks in the final act, and after that, a lot of the ego strips away. Watch everything Chalamet gives in those table tennis scenes; that final game is nothing short of impressive.

The thing I will always struggle to enjoy about films like Marty Supreme is that it's difficult to root for a cast of characters who are mostly dislikeable. Marty is a protagonist who almost immediately begins the film by showing us he can be pretty awful towards others. He robbed his uncle's shoe store by pulling a gun on a fellow clerk. But even many of the side characters exhibit horrible personality moments, the film tends towards showing the audience morally weak individuals colliding with one another. I also felt the 'happy ending' of the final moments was far too safe for what this movie had been. Marty, finding himself with a secure family situation moving forward doesn't really mesh nicely with the tone of the movie up until that point.

Tyler the Creator, who played Wally, doesn't really fall in step as Marty's buddy; this is a performance that really accompanies Chalamet but doesn't strike much of a chord. Fran Drescher, who played Rebecca Mauser, doesn't really connect with Chalamet in a way that feels like they have any mother/son relationship at all; Drescher's mother figure is a flat presence in the film with little self-agency. Dwyneth Paltrow, who played Kay Stone, is so staggeringly obvious in this; Paltrow plays a pretty shallow part in a role that could have been more in anyone else's hands.

Timothée Chalamet treats this movie like it is all or nothing, resulting in a must-watch piece of cinema. I would give Marty Supreme a 9/10.

Hamnet

 

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Hamnet is an adaptation of Maggie O'Farrell's historical fiction novel of the same name. This story depicts the young love of William Shakespeare and his wife, Agnes. It also more impactfully focuses on the death of their young son, Hamnet, and how their family grieves his passing.

This film is a genuine emotional journey that will tug on your heartstrings hard. There is such human beauty in this film that it becomes so difficult not to feel those intense moments of despair and grief yourself. Hamnet is a historical period drama that grounds you in a quaint rural setting, a wilding place that has the call of the woods just on the cusp of its township. Here, two lives intersect. Agnes, who is accused of being born to a witch and is, in fact, a herbalist and a falconer. And then there is Will, a tanner and learned tutor who finds no passion in these works but a call to write. Will finds himself in complete infatuation with Agnes; her eccentricities are a wonder to him. Their love for one another tumbles together, despite societal customs being truly set against them. They labour in life together, their family grows, and Will comes to work in London. Agnes is a pillar for her children, keeping them healthy and happy through every season. The crux of the movie sees this family dynamic harried by Judith's poor health. On the cusp of falling to plague, we see a dramatisation of Hamnet trading places with his twin sister, 'tricking Death' into taking him instead. A shroud falls over the family, and we see each of them mourn in their own manner. Agnes and Will grow divided, blame is held, and neither can find comfort in their pain. And then a play is forged. Hamlet, Will's great tragedy. Here we see a beautiful response to death, to loss, to the spectre that lingers still. It is a moment of real beauty in the film, where Agnes and Will both find connection in their shared grief. For theatre and literature lovers alike, this is one of the greatest reads of Hamlet that I have ever watched. It is an emotionally harrowing film brimming with raw emotion that you will feel entirely bonded to. Hamnet is one of those films that everyone ought to see; it's cinema at its very finest form.

Chloé Zhao is in fine filmmaking form here, crafting a feature that might just be her very best to date (which is saying something). The style of this film took me a moment to understand, but it is rather picturesque once you have sat with it enough. The whole film sets the camera up as if it is capturing a stage; very still shots that hold a whole room or space. The wilder places are lovingly caught, and higher emotion sees the camera start to shakily run alongside its subject. Max Richter's score for this film is a melancholy piece, really beautiful and emotional. This is a cinematic score that really understands the work it is pairing with deeply.

Paul Mescal, who played Will, isn't always a confident character, but he wears his heart upon his sleeve; Mescal gives a man who can be entirely wretched in his own sense of self but who can bare himself entirely through story. Joe Alwyn, who played Bartholomew, is very much a stoic patriarch of his family home; yet he has a softness for and great chemistry with his onscreen sister, Buckley. Emily Watson, who played Mary, hasn't got her strongest role here, but serves as a good challenge to pair against Buckley; Watson's role has experienced loss and bears this like a stone upon her back. Louisa Harland and Faith Delaney, who played Rowan and Young Agnes respectively, mark a very special moment of joy in this film; a glimpse into what makes Agnes and the point at which she was truly happy with her mother. Jacobi Jupe, who played Hamnet, is an absolutely inspired young performer, given his age; Jupe pours such complex emotion into such a young character. Olivia Lynes and Bodhi Rae Breathnach, who played Judith and Susanna respectively, are also really capable as Will and Agnes' young daughters; I loved the sibling chemistry between Jupe and Lynes, especially. Noah Jupe, who played Hamlet, gives an incredible classic rendition of this famous theatrical role; that moment of wonder at the end of his performance is a moment of cinema I really won't forget.

However, the best performance came from Jessie Buckley, who played Agnes. This character is a very difficult one to get a bead on at first, and Buckley isn't interested in unshrouding that mystery to the audience too soon. Agnes is a wild character, better in the company of the local forest than in polite society. Buckley has such grace with moments like when her character is falconing or concocting natural remedies from the plants she discovers. Agnes can seem very abrasive and quick to anger; she doesn't fall in naturally with the expectations of her station or the Church. Buckley crafts a woman who is fiercely and unapologetically a force unto herself, a fighter and a free spirit. Buckley and Mescal have a very steady chemistry that grows to passion and love before dimming and then finding connection again. Watching Buckley perform the birth scene of the twins was a difficult watch, as were the scenes in which she was treating her childrens' sickness. Buckley presented emotions in such a raw, powerful way that her grief and sorrow felt authentic. I loved seeing her in those final moments of observing the play, seeing some moment of recognition and peace spark within her.

Hamnet is a prickly movie at first. This isn't the sort of story that immediately welcomes the viewer in; it begins rather askance and gives you characters rife with eccentric qualities and a love story that takes time to ignite. The cast of characters isn't always likeable and there are severe abrasive moments that you have to learn and understand. The film is also quite a slow-burning piece; it moves at a very gentle pace that meanders through the lives of Shakespeare's family.

The editing is a big proponent of why this film takes time to really get off the ground. This is cutting at a crawl, which moves us at a very meandering pace.

Justine Mitchell, who played Joan, gives a pretty classic, stereotypical portrayal of the unlikeable stepmother; Mitchell's antagonism with Buckley could have been more deeply explored. David Wilmot, who played John, is just this abrupt force of fatherly abuse; Wilmot has nothing to give beyond a mean-spirited edge.

An emotional juggernaut that captures love and the process of grief with sincerity and expertise. I would give Hamnet a 9.5/10.