A Christmas Gift From Bob – Review

Cert – 12, Run-time – 1 hour 32 minutes, Director – Charles Martin Smith

Street busker James (Luke Treadaway) finds himself at risk of having his beloved cat, Bob, taken from him as his financial situation worsens around Christmas.

The true story of A Street Cat Named Bob was a bestselling hit, and when it was adapted to the big screen in 2016 the film was a relative success. Following on from those events we now find ourselves with a rather twee festive follow-up. Not quite in the vein of A Christmas Carol – although initially central figure James Bown (Luke Treadaway) does find himself being called “Grinch-face” by close friend Bea (Kristina Tonteri-Young). However, James’ closest relationship is still with his pet cat Bob, almost always by his side. At the start of the film we see the two attending a Christmas party for writers, after the success of his first novel based on his experiences recovering from heroin addiction and surviving through caring for Bob, life seems good but he’s unsure about what to do for his already announced second novel. As James leaves the party and offers to buy a homeless busker some food we’re taken back to a previous Christmas – James’ last in a situation of poverty. When the words “a Christmas past” appear on-screen you would be forgiven for thinking that this is going to be something rather cliché and cheesy.

At this point James is still selling The Big Issue outside Angel station, seemingly with rivals jealous of his cat that attracts extra customers, and busking in Covent Garden, barely raising funds to get him through the month, let alone worry about Christmas. Throw in Animal Welfare officers who are monitoring him, with the risk of Bob being taken away, and you have a mixture of everything going wrong at Christmas. There certainly isn’t anything as ‘dark’ as in the first film – which turns out to have been more memorable than perhaps initially given credit for, the scenes of James going cold turkey particularly coming to mind – but, that’s perhaps not a downfall for the film. There’s something about its mostly family-friendly nature that helps to capture a kind of warm festive feeling amongst the relative calm of the film, despite one or two of the more serious themes held throughout.

This is a film where people come together to support one another simply because they want to do good. It’s a traditional view of Christmas, and an especially harmless one, but it makes for something rather likable. This certainly isn’t the greatest Christmas film ever, and it might have a few clichés and conventions thrown in but somehow because of the general air and kind-hearted nature of the piece it doesn’t really matter. It’s easy to be brought into it for a conventionally warm and traditionally festively fuzzy, quaint Christmas flick. Something that people can simply sit down watch and appreciate that they had a decent time watching it. Especially during a scene where Christmas songs are performed with a Bob twist – Jingle Bells becomes Jingle Bob – it’s difficult not to have an amused smile slapped onto your face. You might not quite know why it’s there, but, of course, you haven’t any issue with it. Leaving with a good feeling inside themselves, maybe things will seem brighter, even if for a little bit, after viewing. Who care about those potential minor flaws anyway? It’s a Christmas film. It gives hope that things could actually be alright, and overall isn’t too bad in itself.

A Christmas Gift From Bob might be fairly conventional, yet despite its flaws there’s something rather kind and generous at the centre of it, providing a warm and likable festive feeling.

Rating: 3 out of 5.

LFF 2020: Lovers Rock – Review

Release Date – 22nd November 2020, Run-time – 1 hour 8 minutes, Director – Steve McQueen

At a house party in 1980’s London relationships are formed, developed and tested as the music plays and people take to the floor to dance together over the course of one night.

There’s a point in Steve McQueen’s Lovers Rock – the second in his Small Axe series of films – where everything simply stops. You’re entranced in the various bright hues that fill the room, but more so by every single figure in that space swaying from side to side as they join together to sing Janet Kay’s Silly Games. It lifts you up into a space free from not only gravity but stresses, cares and worries. This type of communal rejoice is often only saved for moments of darkness and threat, as characters prepare to meet an early fate. And yet Steve McQueen’s direction, as he gently allows the camera to effortlessly float through the crowd, captures something far from this. Simply people coming together to have a good time, transported by the music that connects them. This magical moment of pure energy and joy is certain to stay with you long after the credits close.

The reason for this scene being the setting of a house part in 1980’s London. Many have gathered to escape after a long day and simply have a good time, to loose themselves in the reggae that pumps from the large speakers in the front room. For most of the run time we follow Martha (Amarah-Jae St. Aubyn) as she weaves her way through the various rooms, layers and people in the house. Bumping into past relationships and developing new ones along the way. While there are confrontations and moments of mild tension – harassment from a group of white men outside the house creates a particular strand of brief worry and fear as Martha finds herself alone in the street – there’s always the trustworthy escape of the song and dance of the party, alongside her spark with fellow British-Jamaican Franklyn (Micheal Ward).

Much like Brian Welsh’s sensational Beats it’s easy to find yourself engaged within the music and dance. As you witness the characters simply let go and become themselves to the sound of each song – as the tunes gradually fade away to reveal the person inside each lover and dancer present. It’s an infectiously good time as the figures allow for a celebration of identity and personality. As was the case with the gloriously uplifting street party scenes in McQueen’s first entry into his Small Axe quintet, Mangrove. Yet, Lovers Rock is almost entirely this form of relief. We see the characters interact and have their individual conversations, enough to be allowed to know enough about them to have a connection and understand their connections and relationships, but not too much to form a heavy plot that needs to be precisely followed. This is a party. People turning up to have a good time, there may be one or two spills along the way, but the opportunity to let loose is still very much in play throughout.

Relationships grow, you notice and feel that. It might be one night of heady romance, but there’s the hope and feeling that there could be something more between Martha and Franklyn, the fact it could go either way and we only see the events of the night help to capture the feeling of the piece. And like the night that it takes part over McQueen’s film very much feels like a one off, something unique and different – especially during the aforementioned Silly Games scene – that’s not quite been seen before. In a number of ways it is bold and original, assisted by McQueen’s boundlessly brilliant direction, having also penned the screenplay with Courttia Newland. Yet, the most effective thing about the whole piece, over the course of its short 68 minute run-time, is how easy it is just to sink into it. After quickly establishing its themes and what it wants to do Lovers Rock simply does what the title suggests. It gets caught up within the music that it makes and takes you along for however long to an entirely different place. A place of calm, freedom, celebration, joy and so much more. The negativity being the brief pauses in-between songs, luckily there’s plenty left of the playlist.

This is something different and effective. And yet it simply seems to step out just to tell a simple story and have a good time doing so, and that is very much the case. McQueen, his cast and crew seem to have had a good time making this feature – the nostalgic fingerprints that cover each frame seem to suggest so. An overall deep breath of sobering fresh air amongst a light musical cocktail. Who cares about what the next day, or even morning, is going to bring? For now let’s just celebrate who we are together, the simple things can link us bring power and harmony. Lovers Rock heartily sings this as it breezes by, not forgetting to leave its imprint in your mind.

Lovers Rock is a celebration of personality and identity. Steve McQueen and co create an occasionally mesmerising world of uplifting energy that you can’t help but be caught up in. The brief elements of potential threat are handled well but this is overall an infectiously good time as the night plays out.

Rating: 4 out of 5.

The Spongebob Movie: Sponge On The Run – Review

Cert – U, Run-time – 1 hour 31 minutes, Director – Tim Hill

Spongebob (Tom Kenny) and Patrick (Bill Fagerbakke) venture to Atlantic City to retrieve pet snail Gary (Kenny) from King Poseidon (Matt Berry)

2004’s The Spongebob Squarepants Movie has perhaps become something of a slight cult classic over the years since its release. Not just amongst younger viewers and those who saw it when it was first released but with adults too, to this day around 25% of Spongebob’s TV audience are adults with no kids. 11 years later the world was introduced to Sponge Out Of Water which, for about 20 minutes, brought Spongebob, in 3D animated form, to the real world. But, the majority of both films are made up of the traditional 2D animated form that the TV show that started it all still takes the form of. However, now, in Sponge On The Run, things look; and feel, different. Spongebob and all his ocean dwelling friends now take the form of 3D computer animation, which while there’s no problem with this the style does at times seem somewhat odd. Nothing new seems to be done with the style, instead it feels like what would be done with 2D animation in a 3D world – at times almost feeling like a form of stop-motion animation just without the fingerprints.

And yet fingerprints do seem to lie throughout the film’s screenplay, written by director Tim Hill. For a number of TV comedies it’s apparently common to have writers rooms where groups of writers get together to throw jokes around and come up with the best ones; it works well for 22-30 minutes episodes where you need to still try to get as many jokes in as possible. Although apparently never so much with films. Hill’s screenplay seems to try to throw in as many gags and asides as possible into the film’s already quite jumpy and all-over-the-place nature. Never quite giving the audience time to breathe as it flicks to something new in the hope of raising even a mild smirk. It feels as if a number of these attempted jokes have been either taken from the more recent series of the show, where apparently the quality has begun to decline, or have just been rejected.

The film itself almost feels like three loose episodes strung together to create a plot. We find Spongebob (Tom Kenny) enjoying his life working as a fry cook at The Krusty Krab restaurant, but when his pet snail Gary (also Kenny) goes missing he heads off to The Lost City Of Atlantic City – the underwater answer to Vegas – with his best friend Patrick (Bill Fagerbakke) to retrieve him from King Poseidon (Matt Berry). The reason for Gary being missing being that Plankton (Mr. Lawrence) notices that if he gets rid of Gary he gets rid of Spongebob and can take the Krabby Patty secret formula for his own unsuccessful rival the Chum Bucket. Thus King Poseidon – who uses snail slime to retain his young looks and avoid facial blemishes such as wrinkles, having run out of snails and issuing a royal decree for people to give their own up – is in possession of the sea snail that sounds like a cat. It all sounds rather busy and convoluted, and it is; and yet none of it ever really becomes engaging or that amusing at any point. Even with all of this going on the film still somehow finds time for Snoop Dogg to rap about being a pirate-zombie-cowboy before Danny Trejo turns up – something which sums up the whole film rather well.

Other celebrity roles and cameos include Tiffany Haddish, Awkwafina, Reggie Watts and Keanu Reeves as a wise tumbleweed – almost seemingly playing himself, which there is nothing wrong with – let’s not forget the majesty of David Hasselhoff in the first Spongebob movie. But the film seems so pre-occupied with celebrities, and random intervals that the plot, despite having multiple elements, occasionally feels thin. Maybe as a feature length TV special this would work better but certainly not as a proper film. It all seems to fall rather flat as the jokes never properly land and instead of focusing on the events of the film you almost focus on the sometimes rather odd soundtrack choices, Livin’ La Vida Loca plays as if it’s a catchy modern song that fits perfectly with the film.

Eventually the film, with about 20 minutes to go enters into a musical number and various flashbacks to how the various characters met Spongebob – the initial pitch for the film when it was first announced in 2015 under the title It’s A Wonderful Sponge – it feels as if, once again, this is a separate idea for TV (it’s already been announced that Kamp Koral adventures are to be a spin-off show). Everything simply feels extremely random and somewhat disorganised. In need of tightening up to create something that provides more than just one or two small exhales of mild amusement over the course of its 91 minute run-time. Through it’s various tangents, flashbacks, songs and general randomness this very much feels like something better suited for younger TV audiences than anyone else.

Unfortunately this nautical nonsense is not something you wish.

Rating: 2 out of 5.

LFF 2020: Mangrove – Review

Release Date – 15 November 2020, Run-time – 2 hours 6 minutes, Director – Steve McQueen

After multiple racist police attacks around the Mangrove restaurant a group of local figures and regulars get together to stage a protest, after ending violently they find themselves on trial, fighting for their futures and equality.

Much like the internal feelings of its characters Steve McQueen’s Mangrove is a swirling cocktail of emotions. As you get caught up within the infectiously joyful celebrations of music and dancing in the streets outside the titular Mangrove restaurant you’re soon knocked down with fear and emotion as the police enter the situation. Frank Crichlow (a magnificent Shaun Parkes!) runs the landmark meeting place where local West Indians living in or near Notting Hill frequent. Since its opening in 1968 the business, and its visitors, have been subject to endless racist raids from the local police, led by the cruel, unjust and unprovoked PC Pulley (Sam Spruell) – a figure who causes the blood to rage and boil at his sneering, overbearing behaviour and attitude. All instantly shattering the weightless uplift of the limitlessly enlivening parties that, even more joyously, start from a small spark from almost nowhere.

After many months of putting up with this a number of key local figures, including British Black Panther Movement leader Altheia Jones (Letitia Wright), stage a protest in response to their mistreatment and suffering. However, these actions soon end in further violent attacks. As with the bright energy of the street celebrations McQueen’s direction of the chaos that unfolds during these moments of violence emphasises the rapid nature of the events, while also managing to display their true impact. With each cut to a new angle, character and focus the viewer is made aware of what is happening to individual people as they, along with the characters, find themselves lost in the mess of the unfolding battle – tragically reflecting events we still witness today, allowing for such moments to have an even greater punch.

It’s not long until select members of the group – being named as The Mangrove Nine – find themselves on trial, trying to save their futures and avoid prison simply for their fight for equality. While there does seem to be a tonal shift for this second hour the quality is still upheld. McQueen’s finely scripted courtroom drama is fantastically paced, lingering on each vital element, allowing the audience to relish every carefully-sculpted word that the characters utter. Wanting to see them succeed, but worrying that in a 1970 court, and police witnesses lying to uphold their reputation over anything else, things are unlikely to swing in their favour. During a shot of the ceiling of The Old Bailey court the word “Truth” sticks out, remaining in the mind of the viewer. As anger rises in the courtroom, fuelled further by the fantastic performances from the entire cast, the tension also increases. You feel each knockback for the characters, not to mention their hope and burning passion. All kept in place by the ever wonderful direction of Steve McQueen.

While there might be a slight tonal shift about half way through there’s still a brilliant passionately told story at the heart of Mangrove. Told and performed with care, thought and a sense of urgency McQueen, along with the entire cast and crew, has created an engaging, lively, emotional, tense and even at times humorous within its joy. A celebration of identity, urging for equality with a loudly beating heart that brings you in for an affecting, engaging and finely tuned work of cinema. This is truly something great, accessible for all and something that should certainly be seen by all.

Steve McQueen refuses to calm down and with Mangrove he proves that he is consistently always at the top of his game. A fantastically directed, scripted and performed film – with a standout performance from Shaun Parkes – this is an emotional celebration of identity, power and so much more.

Rating: 4 out of 5.

Friday The 13th Marathon Watch Party

2020 may have seemed horrifying enough, and for the some who believe the superstition a Friday the 13th is the last thing we need. However, this November sees exactly that date land of a Friday, and that may prompt some to take part in their own watch of classic 1980 slasher Friday The 13th, or perhaps the whole series. Well, that’s exactly what I intend to do that day, and likely into the next one.

Feel free to join me over on the Just A Little Bit Random Twitch channel on Friday the 13th of November for a marathon watch party of the series. From Crystal Lake to Manhattan, from the depths of hell, up to space and back for the remake – with Freddy Vs Jason thrown in too. Having only ever seen the first and eighth films in the series this should prove interesting.

I won’t be able to stream/ show the films themselves on Twitch and it’s highly unlikely that there will be any guests, the certainty being that this is a completely stupid and useless thing to do. However, hopefully this can turn out to be something slightly successful, for however long it lasts (it tasks roughly just over 18 hours to get through all 12 films without any breaks), can provide some amusement, escape and conversation in chat.

The stream will hopefully start at around 10:15am (UK time) on Friday 13th November with the first film beginning at 10:30am. If you are interested in watching any of the films alongside the stream there are links to lists of where you can stream them, if you don’t own a physical copy, at the bottom of this post. Other than that, that’s about it feel free to check out what’s happening if this sounds like your sort of thing. I’ll try and find some ways to make the stream a bit more exciting and engaging when it comes around.

Links to where the films can be streamed;
Friday The 13th (1980)
Friday The 13th Part II
Friday The 13th Part III
Friday The 13th: The Final Chapter
Friday The 13th: A New Beginning
Friday The 13th Part VI: Jason Lives
Friday The 13th Part VII: The New Blood
Friday The 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan
Jason Goes To Hell: The Final Friday
Jason X
Freddy Vs. Jason
Friday The 13th (2009)

LFF 2020: Farewell Amor – Review

Release Date – N/A, Cert – N/A, Run-time – 1 hour 41 minutes, Director – Ekwa Msangi

After seventeen years apart an Angolan immigrant (Ntare Guma Mbaho Mwine) is reunited in New York with his wife (Zainab Jah) and daughter (Jayme Lawson) having to not just rebuild relationships but build them from the start

When it comes to awards seasons I hope that Farewell Amor is remembered after it’s hopeful release, specifically for it’s leading performance from Ntare Guma Mbaho Mwine. Bringing to life a character which he performs with sadness, loss, regret and so much more all hidden behind his eyes. He plays Walter, an Angolan immigrant living in New York who, after seventeen years apart, is reunited with his wife, Esther (Zainab Jah) and daughter Sylvia (Jayme Lawson), both brought to life by equally great performances. Walter finds himself having to do more than just rebuild relationships, but in the case of his daughter he has to start a bond from the very start, after having been absent for almost her entire life.

While for Esther the first response is to run to Walter at the airport and greet him with a tight embrace, she’s happy to finally see her husband again and live a life of joy in the land of the free, for Sylvia the case is quite different. She’s already been given no choice about moving away from all her friends to another country where she has to start anew, her mother doesn’t allow her to fulfil her passion of dancing and she has to now live with a total stranger, apparently her father, in a tightly packed apartment – with only one proper bedroom. Her greeting, a silently half-hearted, slightly awkward and uncertain handshake, after having been left to the side as if she isn’t there.

All of this just scratches the surface of the various passions, desires and secrets of each character. Walter has felt so distant over the previous 17 years that he has had to end an affair just as his wife is arriving back to him, something which he hopes will remain a secret. You can fell the emotion of the loose bonds and connections between the three. Walter tries to be a good father, engaging with his daughter, however he knows almost nothing about her and so struggles to talk to her – while his wife seems to be rather strict with her. There’s a feeling during such scenes where the family are attempting to bond, or rather pretending that everything is alright, that you fell the tense nature of the situations. You know that they know this is the case, but sit through the lack of conversation and struggles, as they do.

The way that writer-director Ekwa Msangi tells the story adds to the depth of each character. Allowing one perspective to be shown, then another and another. All while adding extra pieces of detail in each time, progressing the narrative at the end of each one; never looking at the same events. You understand each figure, their personal views and struggles while also focusing on the mindsets of others. When focusing on one character the film still allows you to remember the thoughts and feelings of others and what they are going through, while still ensuring that you know who the central focus is at any specific point. And it all works and comes together telling an emotionally engaging story with brilliantly performed figures who you can’t help but empathise for and with. It’s hard to believe, with everything that this film does, that this is Msangi’s feature debut!

Questions are raised as to where each person feels they belong. Where is home? Who are they, and who do they want to be with? During one key conversation Walter utters the words “After the war the home that I knew was gone”. This is a story about lives shaken up. Tragedies and the bonds they create and destroy. But, most prominently and importantly, a story about people trying to connect with each other, at times something which seems to be an impossible task. This is a film told with emotion, care and honesty. Something that feels genuine and real. Brought to life by caring direction from Ekwa Msangi and the passionately detailed and thoughtful performances that bring the characters in her screenplay to life. And what truly brings it together and proves the effect that the film has had is the warmth and emotion emitted from the final shots after a carefully sculpted final stages.

Mwine, Jah and Lawson are all stunning in the leading roles in Ekwa Msangi’s feature debut. Filled with care, passion and empathy this is a brilliantly told story of separation and connection that you can’t help but be caught up in the emotion of.

Rating: 4 out of 5.

The Witches – Review

Cert – PG, Run-time – 1 hour 45 minutes, Director – Robert Zemeckis

A young boy (Jahzir Bruno) and his grandmother (Octavia Spencer) escape to a hotel after finding out there are witches who turn children into mice in the area, only to discover that a gathering of witches is taking place there, with the Grand High Witch (Anne Hathaway) in attendance

Throughout the 105 minute run-time of Robert Zemeckis’ take on Roald Dahl’s The Witches I had no clue what Anne Hathaway was doing, but she was clearly having a great time doing it. Her seemingly German accent, occasionally slipping into something that sounds like Russian, as the Grand High Witch almost matches the state of the film itself. It isn’t good but it’s certainly enjoyable.

We follow a protagonist simply credited as Hero Boy (Jahzir Bruno), living with his grandma (Octavia Spencer), who has recently had his eyes opened to the existence of witches. After a discussion between the two – Spencer’s character having witnessed the effects of witchcraft as a child – they escape to an expensive hotel to avoid any risk of Bruno’s character being turned into a mouse, witches take delight in turning children into mice and then stamping on them. However, what the pair are unaware of is the fact that a collective of witches have congregated at the very same hotel, under the guise of the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children.

While appearing to the rest of the world as normal people, although with long scars on either side of their mouths, with brightly coloured hats, dresses and accessories, fitting in with the aesthetic of the hotel, the witches are far different creatures when by themselves. Their mouths open almost across the width of their faces to reveal sharp jaws, they have a singular claw for their feet, three for their hands, and their neat hairstyles are all just wigs. And a fair deal of the witches appearance as witches does seem to be somewhat CGI heavy, as are a number of details of the film. In recent years Robert Zemeckis seems to have regularly used CGI to help tell his stories and bring them to life, such as in Welcome To Marwen and The Walk, not to mention his motion-capture animation work throughout the early 2000’s. And yet you feel as if some of the effects could be more convincing and effective if they were practical, the CGI almost seems to be wasted – Angelica Huston was, for many kids, terrifying thanks to her prosthetics in the 1993 adaptation of the story, whereas this film may provide younger viewers with some creepy moments but potentially not much else. The use of CGI throughout seems to just remove something from the film, especially during some of the longer scenes of the film.

There are a number of lengthy sequences over the course of the piece. The meeting of the witches themselves almost seems to go on for 20 minutes. While it seems to want to take its time to gradually reveal its elements for the suspense and development of the characters. However, the effect is one that simply makes the scene seem slow itself. Almost bringing in a feeling of repetition as the gathering of magical beings discuss, and to some extent act out, their plans. Bearing this in mind, and with what the scene tries to pack in it still seems to take a while to actually get to it. The spectacle that some of the ideas and shots seem to want to capture isn’t quite there and therefore the scene feels longer and more drawn out. You just find yourself wondering that if the witches really wanted to squash the mice that they’ve just created, surely they wouldn’t wear heels, or would find something bigger to do the job with – this is unless they’re trying to challenge themselves?

And yet, despite such scenes and some weird dialogue choices in the screenplay – this might be the 1960’s but would a young British boy, Bruno (Codie-Lei Eastick) really exclaim “crikey!” ever few minutes, or describe themselves as “portly” – the film somehow has some mild entertainment value. There are some chuckles to be found, although perhaps not always for the right reasons. Stanley Tucci (thank God for him!) seems to be having a nice time gently making his way through the role of thick Southern States accented hotel manager Mr Stringer, his screams at one point as the hotel is revealed to have a mouse problem do provide some amusement. And a specific sequence towards the end of the film also provides some chuckles, most likely intentional. There is so much in The Witches that makes up for a rather lacklustre and not best feature. And yet some of the individual elements do admittedly provide some amusement, although maybe not always for the right reasons. This new, even if it does feel like it was made a number of years ago, take on The Witches isn’t dreadful, but it certainly isn’t great either.

Anne Hathaway’s accent throughout this CGI filled take on Roald Dahl’s The Witches matches the film rather well. It’s not good and you don’t always know what’s going on, but it certainly provides some amusement, and she seems to be having a great time in the role.

Rating: 2 out of 5.

Rebecca – Review

Cert – 12, Run-time – 2 hours 1 minute, Director – Ben Wheatley

After meeting on the French Riviera a young woman (Lily James) falls in love with a wealthy man (Armie Hammer) who is still plagued by the memory of his late first wife

Daphne du Maurier’s novel Rebecca is regarded as a true classic gothic thriller. Many have brought it to the screen, perhaps most notably Alfred Hitchcock, whose take on the film won 1941 Oscar for Best Picture. Now sees a new take on the story of a young woman (Lily James) who falls in love with a wealthy man, Maxim de Winter (Armie Hammer), after meeting on the French Riviera, gradually learning of the dark past of her new husband and the tragedy of his late wife, Rebecca. When Netflix announced that Ben Wheatley would be bringing his take on du Maurier’s classic novel to their service, and cinemas, the choice seemed highly fitting – especially with Wheatley’s past of working with dark and gothic themes, particularly in his early films. Yet, this new take on Rebecca almost seems to be without an overly gothic tone.

The first 20 minutes of the film, as the young couple come together and get to know each other within the grounds of a lavish French hotel, where James’ unnamed protagonist (only really going by the new Mrs. de Winter) is acting as the low-paid companion for an elderly and wealthy lady (Ann Dowd) who looks down on and sneers at her employee, are highly romanticised. Everything plays at as an idyllic romance drama. Two unlikely people coming together and then running off to be married, ignoring those who say it won’t work. How could it not work? Well, it seems that everyone else knows why while our central figure is left out of the ring. Mr. de Winter is rumoured to have a dark past, mostly in relation to his first, now deceased, wife. Comparisons between wives old and new are made, although quietly in the eyes of the other figures throughout the film. Doubts begin to emerge about James as she notices the odd stares she receives, eventually being told “He can’t love you because you’re not her”. Much mystery lies around Rebecca. One certainty is that she’s undeniably highly missed by both the de Winter family and the antagonistic housekeeper of Maxim’s Manderley estate, Mrs Danvers (Kristen Scott Thomas).

All the elements of the film work rather well together. The performances are good and the general design helps to emphasise the lavish nature of the lives that the characters lead. And yet there’s one major contrast that gets in the way of the piece being properly investing. While every element is in agreement for the tone that they are aiming for the film itself feels as if it’s aiming for something different. The two tones conflict and mean that the film never feels like it properly settles. Even with slight shifts in tone during the film as a new element is introduced, a new act begins; or characters simply dramatically change their behaviour and attitudes in a split second with no gradual development, the tone the film seems to want doesn’t match that of the elements within it – not to say that this is the fault of Wheatley’s direction, this certainly isn’t the case. It almost seems to be something that happened in the editing room when the film was being pieced together and the pacing confirmed.

There’s a scene during Rebecca where Lily James is at a party. Her character feels out of place and unsure of her surroundings. Thoughts are rushing through her head in a state of confusion and upset. The camera slowly pans downward to gaze up at her as she looks around the room unsure as to where to go. It was at this point that I realised I wasn’t connected with her character, or the film. You’re not in the world that the cast and crew have been trying to create and have simply, for most of the run-time, been watching a screen. A lot of this seems to come down to the tonal conflictions between the film and its various different elements. It seems no major fault of any of the cast and crew, who all put in a good turn. It simply seems to not be quite as gothic or dark as it potentially wants to be and therefore conflicts with itself and leaves the viewer outside of its world in doing so.

Each of the individual elements of Rebecca work well together to try and create a mysterious tone and feel to the thriller. Yet it seems that the film loses itself somewhere, perhaps in the editing room, feeling as if it aims for something else and therefore disallowing the viewer from engaging with, or feeling a part of, it.

Rating: 2 out of 5.

LFF 2020: Siberia – Review

Release Date – N/A, Cert – N/A, Run-time – 1 hour 32 minutes, Director – Abel Ferrara

A man (Willem Dafoe) journeys into a cave to confront both his past and his dreams, or nightmares

Willem Dafoe has definitely had a thing for playing characters in remote situations seemingly going mad. After the release of The Lighthouse earlier this year we now find him in Abel Ferrara’s Serbia as a bar-owner in the middle of the Serbian mountains. Serving few patrons and simply living his days calmly, peacefully and with little interactions, those that he does have are rarely in his own language. His behaviour and isolation implies that he’s been running from something, trying to hide from it – the film backing this up with its general concept. And so, over the course of the film we see his journey through a cave, where he goes to confront his past and his dreams.

At this point it would seem fitting to briefly explain some of the events that occur within the cave, a bit more about the plot, unfortunately from here not a great deal makes sense. There are numerous interjections as Dafoe’s character seemingly reimagines scenarios with his family – him playing each figure including his Mum and Dad, and there are points where the film seems to pick up or begin to make sense as these moments go on. However, it’s not long until the seemingly deep-thinking, metaphorical, philosophical, psychological conundrums of the film come back into play and it seems to float around in an unspecified space or realm trying to say something with the viewer unsure as to what that might be.

Dafoe’s Clint enters the cave in the hope of confronting his past and dreams, to make peace with himself and others. In a number of ways the film itself feels like a 92 minute dream, nightmare might potentially be more fitting, sequence. Many occurrences are strange and unusual, and definitely beyond explanation. They feel trippy and weird throughout the entire film. You’re never truly grasped by it, instead such feelings act as a barrier towards you properly engaging with the film, if you’re able to understand most of what’s actually going on amongst the constant jumping back and forth between ideas, sequences and numerous naked bodies.

There are individual ideas lightly scattered at certain intervals over the course of the film that show some potential. Hope that things might pick up and start to properly get going amongst the slow stagger of madness that the film otherwise displays. Simon McBurney, simply credited as Magician, turns up for a few minutes and shows some promise. Not exactly bringing you in to the film, but at least doing something to help it along somehow. And yet the film as a whole never really comes together. It seems almost too much and as if it needs a bit more explanation over just showing you multiple dream sequences to construct a 92 minute fever-dream-cum-nightmare-sequence, not to mention the regular sex scenes/ nudist parties. Siberia seems to be trying to say something, but the way that it goes about it is just too unengaging, scattered and generally all over the place in terms of plot and ideas, makes it unclear as to what that is and overall makes for a rather lengthy and dissatisfying watch.

Possibly one of the weirdest and trippiest dream/ hallucination sequences ever made Siberia never properly clicks, simply disengaging the viewer due to its seemingly busy yet structurally lacking, not to mention confusing, narrative and detail.

Rating: 2 out of 5.

LFF 2020: One Man And His Shoes – Review

Release Date – 23rd October 2020, Cert – 15, Run-time – 1 hour 23 minutes, Director – Yemi Bamiro

Documentary about basketball and Michael Jordan’s part in the rise of Nike shoes

Within the first 15 minutes of One Man And His Shoes you feel as if you’re watching an Aaron Sorkin directed documentary. Yemi Bamiro’s latest feature packs in huge amounts of detail, talking to multiple figures with passion for the topics covered in a short space of time; while still making the film accessible and engaging. Throughout we follow the story of the rise of Nike trainers and their use of basketball to advertise themselves, particularly the iconic figure of Michael Jordan – and the brand deals that they had with him. Information is packed in and yet still easy to follow, thanks to the simplistic style of the documentary and the setting and basis of each interview, quickly forming and telling a gradual narrative that’s simple to follow even for those not the most interested in either basketball or shoes, a category which I fall into.

What makes the film so engaging is the level of passion that emits from the people at the centre of it. From basketball fans and historians to former Nike and advertising/ PR heads and workers, and even just shoe collectors, there’s care and knowledge for the subject from everyone involved. The way they speak about the subjects and the topic, how much they love what they’re describing simply brings you in as you want to see the story unfold and know about the connection between, at one point newbie basketball player, Michael Jordan and one of the biggest shoe brands in the world. At one point an interviewee says in relation to a specific pair of shoes, and Jordan, “It’s more than just the shoes. It’s what he did as a basketball player in those shoes that means a lot to me”. You see a personal side to these stories and the impact that the events in the film had on people, adding to your engagement.

The film doesn’t just shower praise onto the Nike, Air Jordan’s and the titular figurehead of the shoes, however. In the final 15-20 minutes the film does begin to lean into tragedies related to the shoes. Bringing in hints of emotion with them and helping to avoid the feeling of a hagiography. However, with what has to be said about such points and how briefly they seem to be discussed, in relation to the rest of the film’s topics; including Spike Lee directed adverts for Air Jordan’s, such ideas do create a sort of tonal shift. While they’re fairly effective and work well in comparison to what has happened before there’s a definite, almost immediate, shift in tone. Thoughts do begin to enter the mind as to why this wasn’t the main point of the film, or at least discussed earlier on, it does feel the most relevant and timely point that the film makes, when the idea of deaths of children and teenagers in relation to the shoes does seem important and not something to breeze over – something which the film might only just avoid.

But, with that aside the core of the film still remains intact. One featuring many people overflowing with passion for the subject matter, unpicking and reliving certain details allowing them to hold a sense of nostalgia and happily tell the camera their thoughts and memories, while still keeping an informing and engaging feature. It’s precisely this that hooks you and draws you in, even if you have no initial interest in the subject matter. For the most part the film is interesting and engaging, told in a way that keeps this feel and interest throughout the short run-time of the film. There may be the tonal shift towards the end to something that could be dwelled on a bit more than it is, but for the most part this is a well-made, engaging documentary that works because the people involved know what they’re talking about and care greatly about the subject matter.

While the final stages of One Man And His Shoes feel a bit rushed and aside from the rest of the film what comes before is an engaging, passionate and thorough look through the relationship between PR, shoes and basketball, even for those with no initial interest in the subject matters.

Rating: 4 out of 5.