Cert – 12, Run-time – 1 hour 44 minutes, Director – Ol Parker

A long-divorced couple (George Clooney, Julia Roberts) travel to Bali to stop their daughter (Kaitlyn Dever) from marrying a man (Maxime Bouttier) she’s just met whilst celebrating her graduation.

With many celebrating and praising the ‘return’ of the big studio rom-com over the past few years Ticket To Paradise arrives to truly bring about something of a throwback. Pitching the undeniable chemistry of George Clooney and Julia Roberts as a constantly feuding divorced couple who find themselves having to team up in order to stop their daughter, Lily (Kaitlyn Dever) from getting married to someone (Maxime Bouttier plays seaweed farmer fiancé Gede) she’s just met whilst celebrating her graduation in Bali. They fear that she’s going to make the same mistake they made when they were her, to each other.

It’s a narrative where you can roughly tell what’s going to happen over the course of the film and yet you generally buy it thanks to the performances of Clooney and Roberts. Their movie-star charm and aesthetic helps to sell the film and brings you on board, alongside selling a number of the chuckles along the way. In other hands a number of the gags could feel tired and laboured, with the film as a whole feeling as if it belongs on Netflix with a pun title, but Clooney and Roberts, almost effortlessly, succeed. The running joke of their bickering and exaggerated hatred towards each other – Roberts’ Georgia insists in her opening lines “I try not to be in the same time zone [as him] if I can help it” – can begin to wear thin, particularly as the film wants to show the pair coming together with their joint mission, but there’s still enough to be amused by throughout.

The two leads certainly aren’t always in the spotlight throughout, though. The supporting cast, primarily Dever and Bouttier, get their moments – although perhaps not always in the comedic vein – to allow things to progress and remind you of the reason why we’re here in the first place (with Bali (actually Australia) being given a tourist-encouraging view by director Ol Parker, who was behind Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again). However, the real scene-stealer is Billie Lourd as Lily’s best friend Wren. Having stolen the show in 2019’s Booksmart as Gigi, here Lourd brings a similar energy and plenty of successful laughs with her handful of one-liners and excellent timing proving her to be a true comedic force even with fairly limited screen-time.

With such performances the film manages to sell itself and fill its 104 minute run-time well enough. It may have its noticeable conventions and you can tell where it’s generally going from the outline, although you might not quite buy some of the final stages due to some of the gags throughout the film, but there’s a likable and enjoyable enough film within Ticket To Paradise to warrant viewing. Likely to please fans of the central pairing, who are of course great together, and perhaps rom-coms in general, the cast helps to make for something which might not take the audience to paradise, but certainly acts as a smooth enough journey nonetheless.

Ticket To Paradise certainly has its conventions and familiar elements, in other hands it may not click, but thanks to the central cast; particularly the undeniable chemistry of Clooney and Roberts, there are enough chuckles to make for worthwhile amusement throughout.

Cert – 15, Run-time – 2 hours 15 minutes, Director – Brett Morgen

Documentary using archive footage to explore the mystery behind David Bowie and his characters.

Brett Morgen’s Moonage Daydream is a film that initially revolves around the idea of the mystery that surrounded David Bowie and the characters he performed as on stage. Who was the real David Bowie? Did he know himself? We see interview footage where he admits “I’ve never been sure of my own personality… I’m a collector. I collect personalities”. The idea of collection, and indeed that “there’s a feeling of excitement and titillation about moving in areas that are forbidden to society”, is pushed in the cascading barrage of sound and vision which floods the screen in loud montages. Assembling clips and images from films, newspaper articles, concert footage and more to push across the idea of influences. This may be one of the few films ever to use footage from both Barbarella and Triumph Of The Will, and to end with a reference to Pete and Dud.

Bowie states at one point that Ziggy Stardust started as an alien rock star and was then further developed by people’s perceptions of the character. We see in these early years (at least in terms of what the film covers) a man discovering his own personalities through his characters, yet almost being overcome by them. The use of overlapping footage powered by the almost non-stop Bowie soundtrack (without feeling overpowering, it pairs finely with the well-edited and combined visuals which are made for the big screen – this certainly deserves the IMAX treatment it’s been given) emphasises this as the audience is projected into this kaleidoscopic world exploring the mystery of the central figure. Mystery which is kept intact thanks to the way in which the film leans into perception and fascination – including Bowie’s own of his characters.

As things move on and we reach the star’s return in the 80s the film becomes something of a personality drama within the career documentary aspect. We see more of the focus coming through and building his own personality as he begins to perform as himself instead of the likes of the Thin White Duke. While the extent of the montages might slightly die down, or at least their frequency, it allows the personal elements of someone discovering themselves to come through more amongst the parallels of footage – some of Bowie simple exploring the literal world he lives in, or finding connecting points in his music videos and behind-the-scenes footage.

There’s no denying the consistently compelling and fascinating nature of the visuals. With so much happening Morgen manages to not overpower the viewer and instead forms an easy-to-follow narrative without the use of talking heads and largely allowing for Bowie to speak for himself, alongside the masses of images and footage used throughout the 2 hour plus run-time. A run-time which does admittedly begin to feel a bit on the long side, but there’s still a strong level of engagement to be had with the film thanks to what it presents as a truly cinematic experience. Even without the exploration of his mystery and character/s Bowie is enough himself to command the screen, particularly within concert footage – we see people early on describing just what they like about him, when asked why she’s crying one girl simply replies “he’s smashin'”.

There’s a casual humour to the film. Largely coming from the central figure in interview clips. It puts us on a more equal plain to him and opens up another level of accessibility and openness. Such points are certainly not frequent, but they add a slight extra detail which helps to push your involvement in the mixture of the film as a whole. One which is part concert film, part career documentary and part personality drama. It’s all well balanced and helps to form the narrative which is being developed through the use of footage and following of the stages of Bowie and his developing career from the early-70s to the late-90s. A rolling tide of intense visuals and chest-pounding sound brings you into the potential world of David Bowie and who he was through his characters. All while keeping his mystery intact. It’s a brilliantly constructed film made to be experienced on the biggest screen possible. The title seems to sum it up rather well.

Part concert film, part career documentary, part personality drama there’s plenty of themes within the wonderfully edited and controlled Moonage Daydream to match the force of the colourful images and powerful sound. A true cinematic experience which explores Bowie’s character/s while keeping him intact.

Release Date – 16th September 2022, Cert – 15, Run-time – 1 hour 40 minutes, Director – Kevin Smith

After suffering a major heart attack Randal (Jeff Anderson) decides to make a film about his life in the convenience store he co-owns with best friend Dante (Brian O’Halloran).

Since first meeting them 28 years ago Dante (Brian O’Halloran) and Randal (Jeff Anderson) appear to have been consistently been stuck in the same place in life. Dante is trying to find a way to move on with his life and change, while Randal simply hasn’t changed at all. They’re back at the Quick Stop Convenience Store, which they now co-own, dealing with the same customers (and colleagues, Mooby’s staff member Elias (Trevor Fehrman) has followed along with fellow Christian Crypto Club member Blockchain (Austin Zajur)). Once in their early-20s the pair are now approaching 50 and little has come of their lives.

It’s this fact that Randal begins to reflect on after suffering a major heart attack which he’s told only 20% of people survive. In order to make his mark on the world he decides, with no experience other than having seen plenty of films, to make a movie based on his life at Quick Stop. He just needs to jump over the hurdles of funding, casting, script disagreements, hiring crew and dealing with Jay (Jason Mewes) and Silent Bob (Kevin Smith), who have ‘transformed’ the former video store into a dubious THC shop.

It’s acknowledged that this is Kevin Smith’s most personal film since perhaps the first Clerks. Once again inspired by his own interactions and experiences – following on from his own ‘widow-maker’ heart attack a few years ago – the heart and centre of this film is still the friendship between Dante and Randal. The film acts as a reflection for them just as much as it does for Smith and his career so far. There’s certainly more of a narrative form to this third entry than the previous two but it’s pushed along well thanks to the fact that Smith knows exactly how to get the characters to move things along and how to work them into each scenario. It’s clear that he, and the cast as a whole, care about them and whilst looking back throughout the film – with a number of throwbacks throughout – try to show, at least some of them, trying to move forward.

This comes in the form of Dante still grieving from the loss of his partner Becky (Rosario Dawson). It’s a strand that, much like a number of the emotional moments, doesn’t quite click due to the briefness of the scenes focusing on it. Certainly such elements don’t cause you to disengage from the film, perhaps partly down to their briefness, but they do feel like more asides from the main thread. The most effective sequence comes in the form of a scene-filming which captures Dante’s feelings about how he’s been stuck in the same place for nearly three decades. Fuelled by his emotional baggage, and the silence around the scene, it leads to an excellent extended rant from O’Halloran, undisturbed by the occasional glance to the camera crew with gag potential the flow is unbroken as the outburst commands attention.

While perhaps the emotional beats might not always hit home the comedic elements throughout the film frequently get a positive response. This is a very, very funny film. While it initially feels odd having certain references to the likes of NFTs and even The Mandolorian in a Clerks film things eventually settle down and the series of nerdy conversations, stoner jokes and bragging about penis size – something which Randal seems more concerned about when in the hospital having a heart attack – that’s almost come to be expected from these films takes prominence; not to mention the customers. All wrapped in the standard style of natural conversation that comes from both Smith’s screenplay and the performances. While some figures may lean into the absurd, still managing to gain laughs in the Clerks and View Askew world that Smith has created, they generally compliment Dante and Randal’s views of everyone around them.

Smith mentions towards the end of the credits that the first film was based on a viewpoint that ‘this job would be so much better if it wasn’t for the f*cking customers’, yet now there’s a realisation that it wouldn’t be what it is if it wasn’t for the f*cking customers. The same goes for fellow colleagues at the Quick Stop, and even the video rental/ THC store next door. Clerks has long been about Dante and Randal’s friendship and the way in which they interact with each other and those around them. It’s put to the fore of Clerks III as it takes a look back at their lives as they properly face the idea of still being stuck in the same place thanks to life intervening and holding them back. Yet, they’re very much the same figures, now both beginning to acknowledge that they’re getting older instead of just one. It’s heartfelt from all who have stuck around with these characters throughout the three (and in some cases more) films. The emotional beats might not always hit, but that doesn’t stop this from being a frequently laugh-out-loud funny return to the Quick Stop. A far from inconvenient assurance that they’re very much still open.

While the emotional beats might not always click due to their briefness there’s plenty of laughs to be found within Clerks III as it takes a thoughtful stance on its central characters trying to move on with their lives whilst looking back. It’s not perfect, but it is rather brilliant.

Cert – 12, Run-time – 1 hour 38 minutes, Director – Tom George

An American film director (Adrien Brody) looking to adapt hit play The Mousetrap is killed, with stage and screen production members all suspects.

With Disney’s D23 convention having recently passed, and myself having praised the modernity of Bodies Bodies Bodies, it’s always nice to see something which successfully embraces the traditional. Murder-mystery See How They Run – likely one of a string we’ll start to see in the wake of Knives Out’s success – does just this by leaning in to a state of theatricality as film director Leo Köpernick (Adrien Brody) is found killed on the stage of the recent West End hit play he’s looking to adapt for the big screen, The Mousetrap.

With production members of both stage and screen acting as suspects – we run through the cast in a pacey prologue told from Köpernick’s perspective in the build-up to the murder – it’s up to tired and to-the-point Inspector Stoppard (an effectively mumbled British-accented Sam Rockwell) and eager rookie Constable Stalker (Saoirse Ronan – who appears to be having a great deal of fun with a role which allows her to make a number of amusing wisecracks) to track down the killer before anyone else falls victim. The duo may not seem like an obvious pairing, but they naturally bounce off of each other thanks to their character’s differing attitudes to the case. There’s plenty of chuckles to be found as they discuss and exchange theories and potential killers, whilst the more experienced Stoppard warns hopeful-sergeant Stalker – writing everything she finds and learns in her seemingly endless notepad – not to jump to conclusions.

By seeing their deliberations and workings as to who the killer might be the film doesn’t quite follow a conventional whodunnit nature. You see the two detectives working out and discussing along the way, instead of building up to a big parlour room monologue. Whilst you may not play along as actively as in other murder-mysteries there’s still an element of involved guesswork for the viewer as we meet each of the individual characters in the starry cast – including the likes of Ruth Wilson, Reece Shearsmith and David Oyelowo. Some may get more screen-time than others as we go from one to another in an almost chaptered set of interviews in respective locations – each providing flashbacks and more details of the events building up to the murder.

When leaning into the traditional elements there’s plenty of inspiration taken from classic murder-mystery conventions, using The Mousetrap not just as a point for occasional gags but also for plot details and a theatrical context and styling to the film as a whole. The dispute over the potential film adaptation brings in a slight clash of stage and screen element whilst generally pushing certain jokes throughout the film. Allowing for an element of self-awareness and mild fun poking which heightens the lighter elements of the film and simply brings in a strand of fun to the proceedings. At a short 98 minutes overall and with a number of chuckles to be had throughout there’s plenty to keep you engaged and amused over the course of the narrative as the officers attempt to track down the killer amongst their own lightly dealt with character issues – one certainly more present for eventual plot reasons than the other.

But, as things move along their traditional outlines there’s plenty to enjoy about See How They Run. It uses its inspirations and settings for gags, basis and narrative progression without ever feeling weighed down by or reliant on it. There are plenty of enjoyable characters and situations throughout and while some might get pushed more towards the back to focus on both a shorter (and well contained) run-time and the clearer primary (starrier) suspects. Yet, what we get works rather well and provides plenty of amusement for the time that it takes to pan out.

While it might occasionally border on feeling chaptered in terms of the stages of interviews with the starrier characters there’s plenty of amusement to be found within the theatrically-inspired self-awareness of See How They Run, and the discussions of the enjoyable pairing of Sam Rockwell and Saoirse Ronan.

Cert – Recommended ages 9+, Run-time – 1 hour 52 minutes, Director – Robert Zemeckis

With the guidance of his cricket conscience (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) a brought-to-life wooden puppet (Benjamin Evan Ainsworth) attempts to live a brave, truthful and unselfish live in order to become a real boy.

As we initially meet the Geppetto (Tom Hanks) of Disney’s live-action Pinocchio remake we see a figure much different to that of the somewhat excitable and jumpy cartoon version. He’s hard at work in his dimly-lit woodwork shop muttering a form of recitation as it’s revealed he’s working on a puppet. The air is that of a tired and weary old man. Despite the company of his cat, goldfish and wall plastered with clocks he’s unwilling to sell he’s lonely.

His character marks a difference to the more frantic dual-narration of a past and present Jiminy Cricket (Joseph Gordon-Levitt), rushing through the streets of the local town trying to find shelter as the rain begins to pour. He’s undeniably an energetic figure with his rushed speech and general pacing bordering on encouraging audience participation. There’s a generally cartoonish nature to the CG character which boosts an overall lighter tone within the film. It’s one which avoids the darkness that a story like Pinocchio can, and in some versions has, hold. As the narrative pans out an Geppetto wishes upon a star that his wooden creation will become a wooden boy and the Blue Fairy (a very brief but rather enjoyable Cynthia Erivo – who herself appears to be having a nice time in her near-cameo role) brings the puppet to life the tone begins to enter that of pantomime.

There’s certainly not anything wrong with this as a whole, and there are certain element which play into a theatrical nature. Keegan-Michael Key as Honest John makes the most of his various choruses – the only real songs that don’t quite feel out of place in the mixture of cartoon and fantasy which the world of the film is made up of – and his ‘actor’s life’ strand certainly proves a highlight. He leads his segment well before we move on to the next chapter against the backdrop of a new stage – from the dark of the woods to the CG cartoon sequence of Pleasure Island. You can clearly see the segments throughout and the way in which they divide the film up, each a new test for Pinocchio (Benjamin Evan Ainsworth).

As things travel along the familiar course of the Pinocchio story it becomes clear that this is perhaps aimed more at a younger audience than anyone else. There generally seems to be enough to keep other lightly amused for the nearly 2-hour run-time, but overall the pantomime-y feel caters more to a crowd perhaps less familiar with the story than anyone else – further shown in a line of fourth-wall-breaking dialogue from Jiminy Cricket where he claims he’s “dropped into H-E-double hockey sticks”. It comes across in the various performances, including Hanks whose Geppetto appears to change from scene to scene, the weary figure we first meet a distant one as the actor simply comes across as miscast. Collectively the tone provides reason as to why this may have been dropped onto Disney+ instead of given a cinematic release – there’s still plenty of cinematic shots dotted throughout with that Robert Zemeckis flair (co-written by the director and Chris Weitz.

While there are a couple of bumps and missteps along the way the main thing that prevents Pinocchio from properly finding its stride is the heaping of lightness in which much of the film is coated in. It’s not entirely a bad thing, and it’s still watchable, but as it steps into the theatrical it starts to lose some engagement every now and then from those more familiar with the story, or simply older viewers in general. It’s fine for what it does, watchable amongst the sugariness, but doesn’t quite seem to find its stride.

Disney and Robert Zemeckis’ reimagining of Pinocchio certainly leans towards the lighter side of things, eventually slipping into the realms of theatricality and pantomime. Perhaps better for younger viewers it’s fairly watchable but certainly weighted in sugariness.

Cert – 15, Run-time – 1 hour 48 minutes, Director – George Miller

An isolated woman (Tilda Swinton) is reluctant to use the three wishes given to her by a Djinn (Idris Elba) as she tries to deconstruct his past through her own knowledge of historical tales.

By the time we reach what’s presumed to be the second half of Three Thousand Years Of Longing the film’s somehow over in about twenty minutes. This is largely down to the fact that the film’s 108 minute run-time flies by as you’re engrossed in the various stories that are told by Idris Elba’s Djinn about his life and the various bottles that he’s been trapped in, all whilst attempting to move from one life to the next by simply granting three wishes.

His life has been spent observing humans and helping a handful of figures achieve their hearts desires, although not always to their benefit or his own. It’s a pattern that isolated literary scholar Alithea (Tilda Swinton) notices as she tries to pick apart his stories when accidentally opening the Djinn’s bottle whilst cleaning it – after a chance purchase in a small Istanbul shop. She’s looking for reasons not to trust the mystical figure before her, trying to prove that he’s a trickster, and that she doesn’t need anything. Yet, she finds fascination within the stories against ancient settings and civilisations that she’s being told.

As the film depicts the two characters conversing in a hotel room it sees them discussing tales and stories, the ways in which they work and how reality and differ and reflect. We see the stories brought to life via flashbacks – making up much of the run-time – the style and look of which feel as if they’ve been directly taken from a fable and put on the big screen. Stylistically and visually there’s plenty to engage in and it simply helps to enhance the idea of the stories that are being told whilst always remembering that there are two people progressing them through their conversation and recounts. As details progress and the workings and wants of the Djinn are explored Alithea’s claim of “I find feeling through stories” begins to quietly echo in her actions.

The film is largely concerned with the Djinn’s story and longing for escape and freedom. Yet, there’s a point where it switches to begin to look at Alithea. It’s here that it feels like the second half is coming into play. The tone appears to slightly change as the driving force is somewhat switched and the story plays out from a different perspective, it feels as if we’re going to see the progression of Alithea’s story. Whereas what we get is the progression of the former’s tale just from another perspective, although with development for both characters. Perhaps on a re-watch with this understanding the change in tone may not be as noticeable. Certainly there isn’t quite a dip, but a slight difference comes about thanks to the new perspective – even if it is Alithea telling the narrative through a voiceover appearing every now and then throughout the film.

However, even amongst this the feeling of a tale being unfurled is still very much present. It’s an idea that the film comes back round to as its central point and style and uses to hold your engagement. The stories and the way in which their detailed by Alithea picking them apart with her knowledge of ancient tales are the most engrossing parts of the film. Enhanced by the ways in which they work and develop to grow your interest thanks to the way rules are written into the story of the Djinn and there’s plenty to be wrapped up in without things being bogged down in detail. They simply come across as part of the nature of the story, further pushing the style that they present themselves with. All contributing to your overall interest and engagement which simply allows for things to flash by with ease.

Rushing by with great ease Three Thousand Years Of Longing engages you with the details of its stories, enhanced by the conversations and questions of Swinton and Elba’s central characters it simply wraps you up within its fable-like nature and doesn’t let go.

Release Date – 2nd September 2022, Cert – 15, Run-time – 1 hour 47 minutes, Director – Scott Mann

When the ladder of the broadcast tower they’ve been climbing falls, two friends (Grace Caroline Currey, Virginia Gardner) find themselves stuck on a small platform 2000ft up in the middle of nowhere.

“You freakin’ genius” Hunter (Virginia Gardner) says to her friend Becky (Grace Caroline Currey) as another idea of how to potentially get down from the 2000ft high platform they’re trapped on springs to mind. It’s a statement which leads the viewer to once again think ‘no, you fools!’, but it’s the stupid ideas of the two central (and for a large portion of time only) characters which move Fall along.

The film follows the pair as they’re stranded on a small platform on top of an out-of-use television tower in the middle of the desert six hours away from where they live. Their attempt to climb the tower, where the ladder has fallen away shortly after reaching the top, marks the one year anniversary of the passing of Becky’s husband Dan (Mason Gooding), who died after falling during a mountain climbing trip that the three were on. In that year Becky has isolated herself from the world and those around her, especially her now-distant father (Jeffrey Dean Morgan), and only really visiting a nearby bar. In an attempt to get her best friend to confront her fears Hunter turns up to take her on another climbing expedition, something nice and easy.

This is at least to what she herself has been doing in the past year as her danger-based YouTube channel has grown. She acknowledges that her online persona is “a d!ck”, however there are certain moments – particularly in the first half of the film – where her actions outside of filming strike the same feeling. Largely when willing – feeling more like pressuring – Becky to keep climbing when she’s clearly very scared and still coping with her grief amongst many other things. As they struggle past aerials and slightly loose ladders this feeling plays into the thoughts of knowing that this is going to go wrong, otherwise there wouldn’t really be much of a film here.

There’s certainly a slight sense of atmosphere to help get across the height that the pair are at. It comes across in the sound of the wind rushing past them, and the occasional creak of the tower. Such points are much more effective than the less subtle sequence of close-ups and noises which shout that something is going to go wrong, piling on emphasis of the danger that’s being experienced. All this after being told multiple times just how high the structure is – the fourth highest in the US, apparently – even some of the visuals feel as if they’re telling rather than showing. Yet, there’s no denying the effect that certain moments have. There are still elements of tension on display, gasps and potential yelps as new ideas are come up with as to how to potentially get back to the safety of the ground without being attacked by circling vultures or simply falling.

Despite the various flaws and issues that are on display, including a slight subplot/ set of developments involving Becky’s husband which never quite achieves the emotional beats or developments it may want due to not quite being present enough, there’s something about the film that still manages to be watchable. You could easily pick it apart and notice the faults, but it still manages to provoke a response from the audience during certain moments and works as a general piece of entertainment. It manages to avoid major repetition and while certain narrative strokes might not quite lift off or properly click there’s still enough to keep you engaged in the film and interested in seeing what the characters do to survive (even if you do think some of the ideas are quite stupid).

Overall, the film may have plenty of noticeable flaws and issues which you could easily point out, but you’re kept in place thanks to the more subtle details and developments to the point where things are still watchable and manage to get a reaction from the audience. There’s still tension present; inducing occasional gasps and height-induced fear along the way – especially when dangling off the edge of the platform with no gear, or simply relying on some rope for safety. During such moments the film plays to its strengths, feeling less forced and focusing more on the in-the-moment threat and peril rather than the ‘maybe’ or ‘just wait’.

For everything you could point out about it Fall manages to somehow stay on its own platform for most of the run-time, although sometimes hanging off and threatening to slip. You could pick it apart, but for what it provides there’s an effective set of tense sequences here.

Cert – 15, Run-time – 1 hour 33 minutes, Director – Baltasar Kormákur

After getting stuck on a South African safari, a father (Idris Elba) must protect his two daughters (Leah Jeffries, Iyana Halley) from a powerful lion separated from its pride.

“If you go out there, it’s you vs him, and that is not a fight you are designed to win” Dr Nate Samuels (Idris Elba) is told by old friend and gamekeeper Martin Battles (Sharlto Copley). The two, alongside Nate’s teenage daughters Norah (Leah Jeffries) and Meredith (Iyana Halley) have been exploring the South African plains on a safari – the girls exploring the homeland of their recently-passed mother. It’s made to seem that the experience may be hoped for to bring the family closer together, with the relationship between Nate and Norah being particularly distant and occasionally tense. Well, what better bonding exercise is there than facing a savage predatory lion separated from its pride?

Beast’s opening scene follows a group of poachers shooting all but one member of a pride. Instead of being scared away, however, the lion appears determined to protect its own land, attacking and killing anyone who dares get in its way – including residents of a peaceful village nearby. After a quick escape from the creature the van the central four figures have been travelling in crashes and breaks down, leaving them stranded in the almost endless plains with night drawing in.

If you’ve seen the trailer you kind of know what you’re going to get from Beast, and it certainly provides that. There’s a decent amount of well-sustained action and threat placed throughout without things becoming too repetitive, as could so easily happen in a narrative such as this. Director Baltasar Kormákur plays around with a number of tracking shots to push the real-time feel of a number of events, putting you both more in line with the characters and also hiding the lion amongst the grass and wildlife for extended periods of time.

While some idea presented may work slightly better than others, particularly a sequence involving an interaction with poachers, there’s a generally good flow to the film overall, again thanks to the feeling of a lack of repetition. Perhaps the attempts at more emotional grabs may present more recognisable conventions, alongside not being the most successful element amongst everything else that the film presents, but as a whole the action works well enough to provide engaging tension, and one or two occasional jumps, to not lose the viewer. Even when we reach the heights of Idris Elba: Lion Puncher – there’s somewhat little close-up action with the lion as a whole over the course of the largely well-fitting 93 minute run-time – things still manage to lean more towards the side of entertainment from the action rather than the potentially ridiculous (unlike in The Meg – a rather different film admittedly – which walked both lines as it became Jason Statham: Shark Puncher, if not from the concept alone).

But, in the case of Beast, there’s central tension lined throughout the film. Yes, it arrives in short bursts, but the fact that it still manages to arrive is testament to the film and the way that its narrative pans out and the scenarios the characters find themselves in, especially when largely confined to one small patch of land. There’s enough to be caught up in throughout the film to warrant viewing. It travels along its course and through its run-time rather well, keeping you engaged in the fight for survival thanks to the different elements it throws in at each stage as the lion retreats and comes back seemingly stronger – there is one particular moment where you think ‘it shouldn’t have survived that’. The infrequency of such points, and the general consistency of the pacing, helps hold things up and stops them from circling back and feeling over-familiar to the point of being dull. Perhaps the best way to describe it is indeed: Idris Elba punches an (albeit CGI) lion.

Filling its run-time rather well thanks to avoiding repetition there’s enough within Beast to keep things engaging. Short bursts spring up every now and then as things are kept moving along, you generally know what you’re going to get and the film provides that rather well within its various sequences.

Cert – 15, Run-time – 1 hour 44 minutes, Director – Jessica M. Thompson

After discovering distant family in England, New Yorker Evie (Nathalie Emmanuel) is invited to a wedding in a lavish mansion where it seems that more than just the family are staying.

There’s something intriguing about the traditional-leaning gothic nature of The Invitation. We see a young woman (Virág Bárány) running through dark, stone-like mansion halls fleeing from an unseen force. As her seeming attempts to escape become more frantic she eventually takes her own life in the house, bringing an end to the darkness and tension of the opening sequence.

Once we’re introduced to Nathalie Emmanuel’s young-New Yorker Evie thoughts certainly circle of ‘she’s next, but for what’ as she finds herself entering the very same mansion for a family wedding. While largely unaware of most of those around her, having only recently met a wealthy English cousin (Hugh Skinner) through a DNA-ancestry website; wanting to connect with a family after the passing of her mother, she certainly seems to be welcomed in with open arms. Tensions may slightly arise with the formally commanding butler (Sean Pertwee), but the opposite can be said for lord of the manor Walter (Thomas Doherty) who Evie gradually begins to fall in with in the short build up to the wedding.

For what is all largely build up to the third act the film remains fairly watchable as we see Emmanuel’s character interact with the various attendees of the wedding, including conflicting maids of honour Lucy (Alana Boden) and Viktoria (Stephanie Corneliussen). It’s these two figures who take her for what becomes a heated spa day, largely down to a series of questions and successive confrontations from Viktoria to new-face Evie. As the scene plays out there’s heavy emphasis on the various sounds of the treatments taking place. The scraping, scratching and filing of nails creates a tense atmosphere, lingering on the knowledge that something bad is bound to happen at some point in this process, drawing out for maximum response.

It’s perhaps the most successful horror sequence in the film, juxtaposing with the more conventional ‘there’s a creature lurking in the shadows’ element which appears every now and then. Pair that up with your standard ‘don’t go in the library, it’s been refurbished’ and the idea of maids going missing and being attacked – including when cleaning, you guessed it, the library and the film does sometimes feel drawn down and restricted by its conventions. The gothic tone doesn’t quite have as much room to breathe and therefore rarely comes through as it did in the opening scene. Yet, where the horror truly comes through is in the final half hour as the third act plays out and the big reveal arrives.

It’s a big reveal that may prove somewhat divisive. While for some it may raise the film and prove as an interesting direction for others it may break things and cause a slump to the proceedings. That is up until the point where after the scene containing the core reveal the film simply appears to give up. Ticking off all possible conventions and travelling down a line of predictable nonsense. With the more dramatic elements being the focus in the first two thirds there was at least a watchable nature throughout, with even some chuckles to be had in interactions – largely via video call and text – with Evie’s best friend Grace (Courtney Taylor). However, with horror the core focus, ramping everything up as if making up for lost time that wasn’t completely lost, things rapidly become bland and disengaging.

To some extent it feels like you’re watching a completely different film, perhaps part of the reason why things begin to get frustrating towards the end. The half hour plays out as a winding sequence of events each which just become more and more trying. There are attempts to pull you back, they begin to slightly work as they focus on Evie and her responses to the world and forces around her. However, predictability soon slips back in as the film resumes its course and over-abundance of horror aesthetics, focusing on those rather than playing for a proper horror effect. The film generally uninvites you from the proceedings as what was once a fairly watchable, gothic-tinted two-thirds descends into a predictable streak of horror aesthetics.

While the few horror elements in the first two thirds of The Invitation may be somewhat hit-or-miss, working best when leaning away from convention and more into the dark gothic, it’s substantially better than the predictable nonsense of the final half hour. Relying on aesthetics over anything else it loses all substance and engagement.

Release Date – 9th September 2022, Cert – 15, Run-time – 1 hour 34 minutes, Director – Halina Reijn

A simple murder-mystery game between friends attending a party during a hurricane leads to an actual series of murders.

There’s something of a knowing wink from writer Sarah DeLappe and director Halina Reijn as its announced by one member of Bodies Bodies Bodies’ central group of friends that “every time we play this game it gets ugly”. It certainly turns out to be the case this time around as a simple mid-party murder-mystery game devolves into a series of real murders with the friends – and some of their respective partners, not all of whom were known to be turning up – find themselves frantically running around an expansive house trying to find out who the killer is amongst their tears, arguments and near-fallings out.

Primarily we follow Maria Bakalova’s Bee, meeting her girlfriend Sophie’s (Amandla Stenberg) friends for the first time at a party taking place during a hurricane. It’s established early on that there are already various tensions and fractured relationships within this group – it’s very easy to get the gist of who they are quite early on. There’s no denying the ‘Gen Z’ target market, who the film should hopefully work for rather well; broadened out successfully by the satirical edges that are on display. There are plenty of quick quips and one-liners planted into the various conversations and arguments that take place over recently discovered dead bodies. Such moments are smartly constructed within the screenplay, as is the course of the film as a whole. Providing a natural feel which simply helps to bring you in to the film that bit more and be more entertained by it.

As things pan out and the group are trapped in the dark, the hurricane taking out all the power, the levels of horror begin to rise. It matches the elements of dark comedy, lightly playing out in the background and growing overtime as the level of panic the central figures are experiencing increases. The two tones blend together to simply push each other and strengthen the film as it goes along. The 94 minute run-time generally passes quickly and it’s largely thanks to the pure entertainment factor of the film, pushed by a highly enjoyable cast who understand the tones and satire on display – including the likes of Rachel Sennott, Pete Davidson (both of whom create a number of chuckles along the way), Myha’la Herrold, Chase Sui Wonders and Lee Pace. The small cast work well together and there’s an energy from them – partly produced by what seems like them enjoying making this film – which echoes throughout the fun and slight thrills of the deadly game of Bodies Bodies Bodies that they play out.

Once we get to the big finale, a truly great extended confrontational scene, there’s a cocktail of points to be experienced. We see references to, and taking of, drugs and alcohol throughout, leading to a number of serious points to be raised, particularly in these final moments. It’s testament to the film that amongst the satire which has come beforehand, and indeed the laughs which are also present during this same scene, that it can play with the same tone but play the moment completely straight when it needs to. Making interesting points, particularly for its target demographic, and forming a very modern film in the vein of Ingrid Goes West. One which understands who its representing and seemingly primarily being made for whilst managing to spread out to other groups thanks to the satire which is also on display.

When you mix in the dark humour, light horror and the consistent murder-mystery plot – which certainly has you playing along and double guessing on a number of occasions – there’s a highly enjoyable time to be had within Bodies Bodies Bodies. The energetic efforts of the cast and crew all pay off to create an original, sharp, entertaining ride. Not forgetting its serious elements, it keeps you in place throughout staying true to a promise made near the start of the film that the characters indeed are “not as nihilistic as they seem on the internet”.

Smart, funny and not forgetting its elements of horror and mystery there’s a strong blend in Bodies Bodies Bodies which helps to formulate a very Gen Z product. Branching out with its sharp satire it doesn’t forget its serious points about its energetic ensemble.