LFF 2021: The French Dispatch – Review

Release Date – 22nd October 2021, Cert – 15, Run-time – 1 hour 48 minutes, Director – Wes Anderson

A group of journalists assemble the final edition of The French Dispatch magazine, after the passing of its editor.

‘Wes Anderson’s made his film again’. It’s a joke many people, including myself, have made numerous times upon the release of a new symmetrical canvas of warm pastel colours. I made it far more than a handful of times in the build-up to the writer-director’s latest feature. However, I quite like Wes Anderson’s film in the various different forms that it’s taken over the years.

Yet, there’s something rather different about The French Dispatch. Not just the anthology form that it takes – bringing to life the articles in the final edition of the fictional French Dispatch magazine – but perhaps the cocktail of feelings to be glimpsed at within. While perhaps not anything too deep-thinking, there are stirring beats dotted throughout the three core stories. Brief shots and images that capture new hints and spirits within Anderson’s work. They’re hard to describe. Near thoughtful and considered. Such elements have been hinted at in the likes of The Grand Budapest Hotel and Fantastic Mr Fox, and while still brief in this latest feature, they have slightly more of a presence and form a gradual, somewhat unexpected, impact within the viewer.

Sharp wit and style are still very much on display within the precise, often article-like dialogue of what is perhaps Anderson’s best screenplay to date. Each journalist tells a story that, while easily being able to work as an individual short film, helps to further enhance the tone of the piece and the world in which it’s based. Linked by Bill Murray’s tired editor – his one rule “try to make it sound as if you wrote it that way on purpose” – as he quietly ponders final drafts; the film glides seamlessly from tale to tale, engaging you almost instantly within each new chapter. The detail of the spoken words helps to develop the world, yet extends the feeling and reminder that these are still articles and features within a magazine. Whether delivered as lectures or simply to-camera monologues while the character works their way through a maze of corridors.

Alongside the precision and detail of the dialogue Anderson visually shows off from the opening stages. Not just in design, a number of moments – particularly as Owen Wilson whizzes through France on a bike – are reminiscent of his stop-motion work, the idealistic, yet slightly artificial nature of the pictures in the magazine, but also in his camera work. From moments of food-prep (à la the sushi scene in Isle Of Dogs) to beats of restrained explosiveness – bursting into loud chaos in a way that only the director could achieve with his distinct style there’s plenty to visually chew on. All effectively bringing you further into the, as expected, meticulously designed world that washes over you.

While it might threaten to become somewhat lengthy, the film holds a grip on you. Keeping you in firm place throughout, often thanks to the characters at the heart of the piece. Jeffrey Wright exudes charm as the food critic who gets caught in a hostage situation, Tilda Swinton’s eccentric energy perfectly matches her art writer and Timothée Chalamet is wonderfully offbeat as a chess-pro revolutionist leader. Even amongst the more thoughtful shots and elements there are still the standard Wes Anderson quirks on display to get caught up in. All working hand in hand to further capture the tone and style of this particular film which stands out from the rest of his catalogue as something slightly different, albeit still covered in his standard fingerprints. When you mix the oddities that the characters find themselves a part of into the film you have an occasionally farcical, consistently entertaining piece of work.

It all makes for captivatingly interesting viewing. Fascinating even. Undeniably engaging and highly entertaining, thanks to the frequently funny humour and artistically farcical nature. Feeling like articles, an anthology, a full-rounded film. The French Dispatch is something different from Wes Anderson and truly something great.

Fantastically conceived and detail, it’s hard not to get caught up in the words and images of The French Dispatch’s seamless anthology. Ranking amongst Wes Anderson’s best, it’s a creative, occasionally absurd and farcical transport to a world you’ll want to rush back to.

Rating: 5 out of 5.

No Time To Die – Review

Cert – 12, Run-time – 2 hours 43 minutes, Director – Cary Joji Fukunaga

James Bond (Daniel Craig) finds himself forced out of retirement and back to MI6 when his past, and that of his partner (Léa Seydoux), comes back for another attempt on his life.

15 years ago Daniel Craig’s debut as James Bond, in Casino Royale, marked a new; darker, grittier take on the character for the 21st century. Furthermore, gone are the days of: save the day, cheeky joke, fade to black, off to bed. Craig’s Bond has seen further emphasis on his relationships and the way that they have impacted the character. Such elements come to the fore in his fifth and final outing, No Time To Die – a feature which acts as a fond reflection on just what has made this iteration of the classic spy so different to all that have come before him, alongside being his most traditional too.

We see Bond’s past come back to not just haunt him, but attempt one final attack on his life; which he’s happily spending globetrotting with Léa Seydoux’s Madeline Swann (who we also previously saw in Spectre). Gradually secrets and danger catch up with the pair and we quickly see them split and divided. It’s during these opening 30-45 minutes, as things are still gradually building up, where character is perhaps most at the centre of the film. It’s the core element of the action that occurs and causes scenes during this opening portion of the film to feel slower than what is to come. As the lines of character and action are blended later on in the film – during a number of strongly well shot and staged sequences, particularly in the third act – things become more engaging and enjoyable. Going in hand with the fact that the narrative clears up, generally feeling less busy, and is easier to follow.


As things move along and become clearer Craig’s performance is allowed more space to shine. It’s a strong portrayal of the character, one who has developed over the five films he’s led and the relationships that they’ve brought about. Returning to MI6, he finds his classic 007 title now belongs to Lashana Lynch’s Nomi. Lynch gives a great slightly-sparring performance against Craig, as his former-agent discovers just how much has and hasn’t changed in the 5+ years he’s been out of active service. It’s a shame that even in the nearly three hour course of the film that she doesn’t get more to do. In fact, the same goes for nearly all of the supporting cast. The likes of Moneypenny (Naomie Harris), Q (Ben Whishaw), M (Ralph Fiennes) and new figure Paloma (a delightful, if one-sequence, Ana de Armas) all land an impact in their handful of scenes, however do sometimes feel slightly underused – even if this is Bond’s film, and the big farewell to the actor playing this ground-breaking version of the character.

However, perhaps the most side-lined figure is the main antagonist himself; Rami Malek’s Safin. Throughout much of the film we see very little of the occasionally three-quarter-masked villain, however when he becomes more of a focus in the third act this adds up and causes him to feel rather weak. Landing little impact due to a lack of detail Safin almost feels like an afterthought in the later stages of the film rather than a complete villain. His exchanges with Bond lack the punch and intrigue that are present when the spy confronts old nemesis Blofeld (Christoph Waltz) in a confrontational scene that acts as one of the true highlights of the film – thanks to being led by two great performances.

However, at the end of the day it’s the blending of character and action that are central to the events of the third act. Things come together to create an enjoyable, entertaining and slightly enthralling conclusion. It, much like most of the events before it, firmly establishes just what has made Craig’s iteration of Bond so different, while still paying a fine ode to the more traditional elements of Bond’s gone by. Things move by quickly, and not without their hints of tension. Allowing the supporting cast to have just as much of a moment as Craig’s bond who binds a fond and excellently done farewell to the character he has both solidly brought into the 21st century and very much made his own over the last 15 years.

While things take time to build up, once the narrative is clearer and more direct the lines between character, plot and action blend together well to make No Time To Die a fitting reflection on Daniel Craig’s well-performed James Bond.

Rating: 4 out of 5.

The Green Knight – Review

Cert – 15, Run-time – 2 hours 10 minutes, Director – David Lowery

Sir Gawain (Dev Patel) sets out on a long journey to the Green Chapel, where he will receive the same treatment he gave to the Green Knight (Ralph Ineson) a year before, having his head cut off.

There’s a highly traditional feel to writer-director David Lowery’s latest feature, The Green Knight. Not traditional in a filmic sense, but in terms of a medieval folktale. The look and feel of the piece is deeply rooted in its setting – both visually and in terms of the way the story is told. We see Dev Patel’s Sir Gawain, nephew to King Arthur (Sean Harris), venture out into the world to find the Green Chapel. It’s here that he will reencounter the towering, tree-like figure of the Green Knight (Ralph Ineson), to receive the same treatment that he gave to him a year ago in Arthur’s court as part of a challenge – to be beheaded.

Throughout his slow-burn journey he comes across thieves, lords and a talking fox. The film feels as if it knows that it’s constructed with an episodic nature. And while this does heighten the detail of the film it does cause certain elements to slightly drag; and the need to adjust from scene to scene, or rather location to location, element to element. There’s some interesting elements dotted throughout, however because of the generally slow nature of the two hour plus run-time the film doesn’t manage to properly grab your attention without you gradually drifting away. In the end the style prevents the true dramatic extent of multiple scenes from properly coming through.


This clearly isn’t a film full of high-stakes drama – although the dread and fear of Patel’s character is clearly shown throughout – and action, that’s not the aim in any way. But, the want for at least a bit more excitement or slight flair within this world does begin to arise. It’s evident that The Green Knight is perhaps not intended for a mass audience, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. There are clearly plenty who have loved it. But, there are likely to also be those who are put off by the slow and episodic pacing that helps to further establish the tone and detail, alongside the detailed visual nature.

As the film finally begins to properly build-up to the next encounter with Ineson’s titular threat things also slightly pick-up. Lowery begins to explore the darkness and fear that Gawain has felt throughout the film in various different ways. From his increasing trepidation to his fearful build-up to the actual event he’s been worrying about over the course of his days-long journey. It’s perhaps the highlight of the film as everything is finally solidified and begins to be rounded off, after a quite lengthy and not always fully engaging journey.

You don’t quite wish for Terry Gilliam to turn up with two coconut halves, but The Green Knight could do with a bit more excitement and flair, aside from the detailed visual nature, to prevent it from being a not completely engaging, although atmospheric, slow-burn.

Rating: 3 out of 5.

The Many Saints Of Newark – Review

Cert – 15, Run-time – 2 hours, Director – Alan Taylor

‘Dickie’ Moltisanti (Alessandro Nivola) finds his life in organised crime turned into a tumultuous set of betrayals when his father (Ray Liotta) comes home with a younger Italian wife (Michela de Rossi).

For those wary of going into The Many Saints Of Newark without having seen, the series to which it acts as a prequel, The Sopranos it’s very much not the exclusive Tony Soprano origin story that much of the advertising seems to have suggested. Instead, throughout the film we see the figure whom Tony seems to idolise, ‘Dickie’ Moltisanti (Alessandro Nivola). In 1960s and 70s Newark he lives a relatively comfortable life within the confines of organised crime. However, when his father, ‘Hollywood Dick’, (Ray Liotta) returns home with the surprise of young Italian wife Giuseppina (Michela de Rossi) things begin to heat up within the family, and Dickie’s own personal life.

Much of the early tensions are set during the 1967 Newark riots. We see Leslie Odom Jr’s – a welcome presence as always – Harold McBrayer divided when it comes to his relationship with the Moltisanti family, delivering violently picked up bets to them, and the events in the city that surrounds him. It all makes for a busy first third as the film goes from character to character trying to establish everything and everyone around Dickie – not quite including a ten-year-old Tony (William Ludwig) whose main function during these early stages is simply to see things going on. As the film goes on and the plot shifts into a more singular centralised focus, Dickie’s growing relationship with Giuseppina and the troubles that it causes in his personal life, we see Odom Jr’s character somewhat fade into the background.


And yet, an older Tony (Michael Gandolfini) is still very much a somewhat small side character. It feels odd when he’s focused on, mostly in the first two acts, and made the centre of a scene simply because he’s clearly not the main character of the piece. Nonetheless as we follow Nivola’s central figure, as he further falls into a world of partly unnoticed darkness and risk, things do move along almost surprisingly quickly. There may be some occasional bumps, shifts and changes in focuses on characters throughout, but there are undeniably some interesting scenes and interactions. Dickie frequently visits his father’s imprisoned brother (also Liotta) and often these quieter scenes where Liotta acts as some form of detective-therapist hybrid have the most impact. Perhaps because it focuses most on the characters and their hidden feelings and anger rather than the way that their reactions to plot points and the way the narrative impacts on them.

Even some larger dramatic moments are sometimes slightly conflicted. They work and have an impact, but sometimes they seem to be more controlled by plot rather than completely by character – which is perhaps much the case with the film as a whole, although it’s certainly not a character study. This being said it is the characters and their interactions that act as the main source of engagement when it comes to The Many Saints Of Newark. It’s not compulsory to have seen The Sopranos to get on with this film – although it’s perhaps likely to heighten engagement. This is very much Dickie’s story, the tensions created within his own personal life and how it impacts his life in the mob, and those around him. It’s the scenes that focus on this that work the best and keep you interested in what’s being shown. Preventing you from completely feeling like Tony Soprano in the earlier stages of the film, simply there to stand and silently watch what’s happening.

Once out of the busy opening stages, The Many Saints Of Newark shifts focus to Alessandro Nivola’s interesting central character, even if it does leave some other behind as it occasionally slightly conflicts between plot and character.

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Everybody’s Talking About Jamie – Review

Cert – 12, Run-time – 1 hour 55 minutes, Director – Jonathan Butterell

16 year old Jamie (Max Harwood) dreams of becoming a drag queen, however his exploration into the world of performing begins to collide with many major events in his school life.

Sat in a careers class, encouraged to think about what he wants to do in the future after leaving school, 16 year old Jamie New (Max Harwood) scrolls through images relating to drag performance on his phone. He’s miles away – which his teacher Miss Hedge (Sharon Horgan) doesn’t seem to have much a problem with – as his interest in the world of drag is further lighting up. Soon, after receiving a pair of glittering red heels for his birthday, he makes the decision to go to his prom in drag – which when found out his teacher, having a sudden turnaround from the first scene into an utterly hateable (and unprofessional) figure, does have a problem with. Needing the confidence to do so he finds himself receiving help from costume shop owner Hugo (AKA Loco Chanel, AKA Richard E. Grant, who is clearly having a wonderful time being a part of this film) in building up performance skills, attending a local Sheffield drag show and, most importantly, coming up with a stage name.

As Jamie begins to delve further into the world of drag, his own personality and that of his stage persona begin to merge. Yet, the musical numbers that line the film, taken from the hit West End musical of the same name, kind of remain the same. They largely feel restricted to not just one setting, but also in the general way in which they pose themselves to the viewer. It feels that some songs are wanting to be belted out with shining, full-scale musical numbers. However, they come across not exactly as bland, but feeling as if they’re craving more freedom and space. It’s similar to the feeling that comes across in the more dramatic elements of the piece. Moments which don’t want to get in the way of the lighter tones that the film carries.


Jamie’s absent father (Ralph Ineson) rejects his son for not being conventionally ‘manly’, his mum (Sarah Lancashire) trying to make up for this by making up excuses and faking presents. This all happening while her son, who simply believes that his dad is often busy, is subject to frequent homophobic bullying at school, where his priorities appear to not be his exams. These points occasionally appear to be rather quiet throughout the film, mostly coming to the front in the final stages of the piece where everything begins to fall in on itself. The mix between the drama and the lightness collapses and things simply feel immediately tired and cheesy as the film rushes to wrap things up, yet not get across its final points too quickly.

Yet, despite such clashes which happen throughout the film there’s still some interest in the content as a whole. While it feels that there are a handful of moments which are reined in there’s still some amusement to be found within some of the musical numbers. Although, perhaps the biggest drawing factors come in the spoken scenes in-between, when things seem to have a bit more space and generally come across with a bit less visible restriction – Horgan performs one song while doing not much else other than walk down a school corridor. Much like its central character, Everybody’s Talking About Jamie wants to express itself, but doesn’t always have the freedom or ability to be able to do so in the way in which it seems to want.

There’s some interesting and likeable elements within Everybody’s Talking About Jamie. However, this adaptation does sometimes feel limited and reined in from fully bursting out during musical numbers and drama.

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Gunpowder Milkshake – Review

Cert – 15, Run-time – 1 hour 54 minutes, Director – Navot Papushado

After betraying her firm, assassin Sam (Karen Gillan) must protect herself and eight-and-three-quarter-year-old Emily (Chloe Coleman) against an elaborate criminal world.

There’s a sketch by Australian comedy group Aunty Donna in which the three main faces of the team refer to and treat books in a library as if they’re drugs. Secret whispered exchanges amongst the shelves occur in reference to just how many pages a particular book might have. “Pages? There’s no way of knowing. They’ve not found a way to do that” responds the librarian, pointing to the number in the top corner. It’s a sketch that came to mind a handful of times during a selection of ‘library’ scenes throughout Gunpowder Milkshake. As Karen Gillan and Carla Gugino discuss ‘books’ – a slight pause just before each mention of the disguised term for guns – at the far desk of the expansive room you can’t help but begin to wonder whether the obviousness is coming across in just the delivery or whether the dialogue itself seems almost forceful. As if it doesn’t think the audience will get the point.

This moment contrasts greatly to the later scenes set in the same ‘library’. As forces charge down the open space between the door and the desk Gillan, Gugino, Angela Bassett, Michelle Yeoh and Lena Headey do serious battle. Guns, hammers and axes blazing! In fact such fights take up a large part of the film’s second half and yet pass by with ease due to the enjoyment to be found within them. It’s during such moments that co-writer (alongside Ehud Lavski) and director Navot Papushado allows his film to breathe. During the first half of the piece as we see Gillan’s Sam turn her back on the firm she works for in order to save eight-and-three-quarter-year-old Emily (Chloe Coleman). Very quickly she finds herself being hunted down by Paul Giamatti’s other contract killers and henchmen, alongside a large range of figures from an elaborate criminal underworld.


It’s an underworld with so much potential, shown lightly in scenes set in the ‘library’ and a spotless underground doctor’s surgery. It’s a fascinating world that you want to see and know more about, grabbing your attention in a way similar to that of The Continental in the John Wick series. However, particularly in the first half, Gunpowder Milkshake seems so focused on having each scene simply focused on plot and moving things on that there’s little room for much else. Even brief action sequences, infused with the neon visual flair of the piece, seem somewhat cut down – and perhaps overpowered by the music used in the background. As things shift into the second half the piece the style slightly shifts to focus more on the action, letting it have more space and flow a bit better alongside becoming more the main focus. Events occurring through that rather than the various conversations and slight actions of characters.

While you do wonder why the rest of the film couldn’t have quite been like this, it’s still watchable beforehand, the second half certainly has its high entertainment value. Things feel less in-your-face and slightly steadier as the cast are allowed to unleash stylish (although of a different sort – more about the wider elements of the piece rather than primarily the look/ lighting), and undeniably violent fight tactics all in order to protect Coleman’s occasionally amusing, completely innocent character. Coleman, while not always getting a great deal of lines and having to compete with a lot of established acting talent, does well to not get drowned out and helps with some of the film’s lighter moments – continuing after the positive surprise of last year’s My Spy. This particularly showing her skill when the few, scattered attempts at humour throughout the film don’t always land.

In fact most of the supporting cast don’t get a great deal of screen-time but still just about manage to have an effect at some point, perhaps because of the star-power they exude during a handful of scenes. Put to good use during the lengthy library fight with its escalating action that continues to hold your attention and keep you situated within the piece. It acts as an engaging set-piece that while seeing wave after wave of villains pour through the door with a rainfall of bullets and blood manages to avoid an overly repetitious feel. It’s perhaps the highlight of the film, especially coming after the heavily plotted first half. Definitely a film of two halves, the elements, style and focus appear to change throughout them. While the overall product is decent viewing it does sometimes seem as conflicting as the idea of a gunpowder milkshake itself.

To get to the entertaining set-piece action, where the film finally gets chance to properly breathe, you do have to get through the heavily plotted first half of Gunpowder Milkshake. And while you’d like to explore the criminal underworld more there’s amusement enough in this occasionally conflicted actioner.

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Respect – Review

Cert – 12, Run-time – 2 hours 25 minutes, Director – Liesl Tommy

Biopic following Aretha Franklin (Jennifer Hudson) from her early days singing in her father’s (Forest Whitaker) church, trying to assert her own style and voice against the input of those around her, including her abusive husband (Marlon Wayans).

It seems odd to think about it, but Aretha Franklin often feels like the support in her own biopic. Not just because in some scenes the men around her appear to hold the power over her career, putting there side of things across rather than letting Franklin speak her mind. Sometimes it’s the case that the film appears to focus more on those around Franklin, or the things that happen to her, rather than her responses and own personal thoughts and feelings. There’s clear respect for the iconic figure within the piece, however sometimes this gets caught up in just what’s shown. Certainly things don’t feel wholly sanitised (definitely not in the way Bohemian Rhapsody was), but the film does sometimes feel as if it shies away from depicting a fuller extent of her battle with alcoholism, and especially her abusive first marriage to also-manager Ted White (Marlon Wayans).

With Franklin sometimes pushed to the side, or a point being made about how she was silenced, Jennifer Hudson’s portrayal of the Queen of Soul doesn’t always get chance to truly emerge. You don’t realise just how great she is when only given two or three lines of dialogue. However, when given a larger slice of detail, or simply being allowed to belt out a tune you realise the true extent of Hudson’s performance. It’s reasons such as this why scenes in various music studios are the highlights of the film. As Franklin and the musicians around her mould and work on the structure on songs such as the titular Respect so that they have her own distinct style. It’s these moments that work the best in terms of engagement and keeping the viewer in their place.


The rest of the film doesn’t exactly feel like a textbook biopic – this tone feels just about avoided. And certainly things are fairly watchable throughout, even if you would like for them to be dwelled upon slightly more. Such a feeling stops the film’s nearly two and a half hour run-time from being felt, managing to pass by well enough without ever feeling overlong. And perhaps much of this is down to the effectiveness of Hudson’s performance when she’s given the room and opportunity to truly shine. When reaching the Amazing Grace finale there’s a real chills-down-the-spine, lump-in-your-throat feeling as she belts out the song with a real passion. It’s a passion that’s there for most of the songs that feature in the film, even when used as slightly in-your-face anthems (Think).

“Music’ll save your life” Franklin is told in a formative moment at the piano in her childhood. And that certainly appears to be the case for Respect. It’s the music and the way it comes across that definitely helps the film. There are some good supporting performances throughout, particularly from Forest Whitaker as Franklin’s father and they further help to keep the film going and the viewer engaged. There’s enough present within the piece to carry it along well when it doesn’t quite let Hudson take the centre stage that her portrayal of Franklin should be getting. There’s an odd feeling to such scenes, which border most on a textbook styling. However, when it comes to the musical sequences that act as the real highlights of the film, it allows for Aretha Franklin’s style to truly emerge and shine, picking Respect up and that for the central figure herself not quite getting in the way as much as in the more serious scenes of the piece.

Respect for Aretha Franklin breaks its way into her story making the much more serious elements of her life appear somewhat sanitised. However, when exploring her musical style, and allowing Hudson to give a great performance, the film begins to hit, even if sometimes leaning towards power-anthem stylings.

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Copshop – Review

Cert – 15, Run-time – 1 hour 47 minutes, Director – Joe Carnahan

A rookie cop (Alexis Louder) finds herself trying to prevent complete destruction and multiple deaths when recently arrested Teddy Murretto (Frank Grillo) is hunted down by a competing hitman (Gerard Butler) and psychopath (Toby Huss).

It feels like it’s been a long time since we last saw something in the same vein as Copshop. A film where most of the cast of characters seem to somehow know each other, impacting on their intentions as we try to decipher who’s telling the truth. Or even one that leads to a grand action shootout. Perhaps the last we saw was Ben Wheatley’s excellent Free Fire. However, even that had a fairly different style and feel to it. Leading the cast of Copshop we have Alexis Louder’s rookie cop, Valerie Young. After a relatively quiet day things rapidly change on arresting Teddy Murretto (Frank Grillo). Hot on his tail are hitman Bob Viddick (Gerard Butler – pulling off a not-too-bad American accent this time around) and serial-killer Anthony Lamb (Toby Huss). With the three separated by cell bars and high-security, bulletproof doors the police station quickly becomes a high-risk zone where everyone is fighting for their own life while getting at the throats of others.

While we stay with Louder for most of the film, she’s clearly built up to be the main character, it’s not always easy to connect with her due to the fact that sometimes there are so many characters in various different locations. The film jumps from place to place, or rather character to character, and it’s not always easy to connect with one specific figure, or anyone for that matter. When Louder is leading the scene she sometimes finds herself taken over by the likes of Grillo and Butler as they argue and bicker about who is actually right, who should be believed and who’s more likely to allow Officer Young to survive.


It’s clear the film appears to know that it’s busy. Just over halfway through it dispenses of many minor characters to focus on the feud between the main four or five figures at the heart of the film’s events, and a handful of newly introduced story elements. And just before the final stages this certainly feels like a rather jumpy film. As already mentioned it doesn’t allow for connection with the various figures that we see, and often the same goes for the attempts at somewhat dark humour every now and then. Things generally feel as if they could be better depicted in a short film, allowing for things to be slightly snappier and for the energy that the film seems to want to be properly reached.

Despite some well done action in the final stages of the piece, you definitely feel the drama and stakes of the large-scale (in terms of the events in the film at least) final battle and slightly wonder why the rest of the film couldn’t have been in this fairly unrestrained way. Things generally feel slightly overlong and staggered, not helped by the different locations of characters within the one police station. It prevents the potential of the film from truly coming forward, avoiding the entertainment factor that it could have – perhaps something which is boosted by the fact that it feels like something released a few years too late. Things generally feel lax and disjointed, preventing Copshop from having much effect whilst it’s on. While it doesn’t completely feel like a lengthy build-up Copshop does sometimes find itself trapped in the bars of its own cell, trying to have its voice heard over those of its handful of central characters.

Despite an enjoyable finale everything before it makes Copshop feel too busy to be able to properly engage and connect with its various characters, competing for attention in the different locations they find themselves in.

Rating: 2 out of 5.

Malignant – Review

Cert – 18, Run-time – 1 hour 51 minutes, Director – James Wan

After having survived multiple successive traumas, Madison (Annabelle Wallis) begins to delve into her unfamiliar past for answers to a series of grisly murders that aren’t just happening in her dreams.

As various characters over the course of James Wan’s latest directorial outing (with a screenplay by Akela Cooper), Malignant, battle against the mysterious, shadowy antagonist of the piece there’s an almost video game quality to the action. It’s boosted by a narrative that slightly changes from scene to scene – sometimes leaning more towards mystery or action than the grisly horror that the murders that lead to these other tones demonstrate. While it doesn’t feel as if we’re seeing any side-quests or missions there is the feeling of a slightly different film and tone being introduced when a new key piece of information is revealed in the story – and there are plenty of reveals throughout the almost two hour course of the piece.

For the most part we follow Madison (Annabelle Wallis). Having suffered multiple successive traumas, including miscarriages and an abusive relationship, she finds herself tormented by a new ghostly figure. Paralysed in the middle of the night and forced to witness gruesome murders what she initially believes to be a harsh nightmare is quickly revealed to be reality. It’s unexplained how she’s able to view these murders, her home transforming into whatever room in another location the death occurs in, however the answer may lie in her strange and unfamiliar past. Admittedly, a number of these elements come in somewhat later into the film – at least this feels to be the case – and it adds to the busy feeling nature of the piece overall. While there are plenty of good scenes and elements throughout – including some engagingly stylish camerawork from Wan – things don’t always properly gel together.


The horror certainly works. The increasingly bloody murders undeniably strike a fearful chord; including some particularly well-executed body horror in the consistently twisting third act. It makes up for the cheesy dialogue that sometimes enters such scenes, some of which is spoken right before a cut. Whether such dialogue is meant to be received in a somewhat ironic eye-rolling way is uncertain, but with the dark tone that’s set-up throughout the rest of the film it seems perhaps to not be the case. What it pairs up better with is the more uneven elements of the film that slightly stagger to the next scene as things progress towards the big final showdown – which potentially comes after a showdown with a bigger response and more spectacle.

There’s a slight mixture within Malignant. The horror works well, and the mystery manages to take it some way, however not everything manages to gel together properly. The fear factor is gradually lost as the plot comes more into play, or rather expands and gains more detail. Things begin to almost collide and run over each other creating a group of loosely fitting layers; some connecting better than others. As the plot grows things come a bit more off the rails and despite some good scenes and ideas it’s not quite enough to stop things from gradually beginning to slow down and stagger as the ending nears.

James Wan’s latest horror outing has plenty of effective darkness and gore, however sometimes its mystery and action elements can overpower and create a mixture that doesn’t always sit entirely well together.

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Cinderella – Review

Cert – 12, Run-time – 1 hour 52 minutes, Director – Kay Cannon

Aspiring dressmaker Ella (Camila Cabello), finds both love and her dreams, forbidden by her stepmother (Idina Menzel), coming closer when attending a ball held for a prince (Nicholas Galitzine).

Cinderella famously gains her ridiculing nickname from her stepsisters (Charlotte Spencer, Maddie Baillio) noticing that young Ella (Camila Cabello) is constantly covered in dirt and, primarily, cinder. Yet, somehow, this latest retelling of the story manages to make this feel like a lazy, eye-rolling addition. One to go alongside this year’s earlier “your name is Estella, not Cruella”. It goes alongside plenty of on-the-nose, again more so than Cruella, popified musical numbers to simply drive the point to an immovable depth in the ground. The prince (Nicholas Galitzine) who wants somebody to love, belts out a rendition of – you guessed it – Somebody To Love. He thinks that the mysterious Ella in front of him is Perfect and so takes three minutes to sing this to her.

However, while Ella certainly has feelings for Prince Robert her heart mostly lies somewhere else. She aspires to own a shop in the local market where she can make and sell dresses – turning her passion into full-time work. Unfortunately she finds herself under the rule of her stepmother (Idina Menzel), threatening to marry her off to nearby, awkwardly flirtatious vegetable salesman Thomas (Rob Beckett). Yet, thanks to the magic and command of Billy Porter’s unfortunately limitedly used Fab G, Ella is transformed for one night, able to go to the ball which the king (Pierce Brosnan – acknowledging the reason for his lack of musical numbers) is holding in the hope of finding the prince a wife so that he can take over all the land down to the sea monster at the bottom of the map. Royal marriages, after all, are for land gain rather than love; and this shows in his own marriage to Minnie Driver’s Queen Beatrice.


It’s a starry cast, which also somewhat oddly features an array of British comedians such as James Acaster, Romesh Ranganathan and Ben Bailey Smith. It also seems that a lot of the money went into the cast. The few moments of CG in the film aren’t great, but sometimes the sets can seem slightly cheap too. No amount of brightly-coloured large-scale dance/ musical number can quite distract from it. Although, during such sequences your mind does focus on the forced nature of the songs and at times what appears to be rather poor lip-syncing. In a film that clearly wants to bring you in to the loud, in-your-face numbers to have as much of a joyous time as the cast’s teeth-filled smiles are displaying. However, they become increasingly tiring and at times painful as they begin to push the close-to two hour run-time of the piece. Perhaps the film would be shorter if the town crier (Bailey Smith) didn’t come along to retell information we had just seen in the scene just beforehand.

While some of the performances are fine and realise the general tone of the film, and Cabello in her first lead acting role certainly comes out fairly unscathed performance-wise, none of them are able to do justice to the script. With lines of dialogue that feel as clunky and forced as the introduction of the musical numbers things simply feel too obvious. Add to that certain twists and turns for characters along the way and their priorities throughout things can seem a little bit mixed up, especially towards the latter stages of the piece once the ball is finally over and done with. It appears that the film is aimed at a very young audience (despite somehow having a 12 rating from the BBFC) who really, really like modern/ modern sounding music. This Cinderella retelling may very well work for them, however for any older viewers who have to sit through the film there’s little present to please amongst the many loud, autotuned songs and unsubtle points it makes in dialogue breathers.

This is a modern-reaching and attempting retelling of Cinderella. However, that means a lot of loud, in-your-face musical numbers and statements that all lack subtlety and engagement value.

Rating: 2 out of 5.