Kingsman: The Golden Circle

★★

Kingsman: The Secret Service brought a breath of fresh air to what was rapidly becoming a genre that was taking itself too seriously. With Skyfall, the Total Recall reboot and The Bourne Legacy all releasing in 2012, the genre was desperate for something fresh and novel. Kingsman provided exactly that, a film that was silly for the sake of being silly, but still created genuine emotional moments in this silly setting in the vein of Groundhog Day or Toy Story. Kingsman: The Golden Circle appears to begin in the same way. A smartly shot action sequence followed by a sweet moment of heart in the movie, but by the time that you reach the end of this 140 minute slog, you feel it was artificial and soulless, because that's what the rest of this movie was. 



Rather than trying to be its own movie, like its predecessor, The Golden Circle is a sequel that has forgotten where it came from. There are over a dozen call-backs to the first movie - that's one every 10 minutes, and none of them are justified, apart from maybe one because it's central to the plot. It's jarring and it doesn't make any sense unless you've seen the first movie and yes I know it's a sequel but the jokes are done so awkwardly and were clearly forced in to the script like a slug through a keyhole.

Another enormous problem with the movie is the return of Colin Firth. Now, I have no problem with Colin Firth, I think he's wonderful in the first film, he's ok in this second instalment, but his return makes nothing mean anything anymore. Maybe a slight plot spoiler is that Colin Firth returns at all, he was very clearly dead in Kingsman 1, but no he's back and it's because of some cool technology that repairs people's brains, cause that's where he got shot. Halle Berry (nothing more than a shit version of Simon Pegg in Mission Impossible 3) quickly applies the magical healing substance and hey presto King George lives on! The issue with this is that now I don't care if anyone is in danger, they'll just be brought back. In fact, (plot spoilers ahead) this magic stuff even brings back to life ANOTHER person, thus diminishing the tension even more.



This plot device was excused by the co-writer and director Matthew Vaughn as the best parts of Kingsman 1 was the relationship and heartfelt moments between Harry and Eggsy (Firth and Egerton). But instead of putting in some effort and trying to recreate this dynamic with characters who are still alive, perhaps Merlin or Roxy who were excellent characters in the last film, the writers just threw Firth back in.

The irony is that the device instead of improving the emotional quality of the film completely undermines it, because there is no more investment in these characters. When they are in peril you can't help but think that it doesn't matter what happens, they'll be back in Kingsman 3 (which will undoubtedly happen). Even an incredibly emotional moment late in the film is punctured by this, and although I was sad I couldn't help but remember the stupid thing that brought back Colin Firth's character.



The bizzare inclusion of Elton John is also amiss with me. I have no idea why he is in this movie beyond the first scene. The cameo was fun and was what Kingsman was all about, but using someone who is very clearly not a good actor as an actual plot device is beyond ridiculous to me. Julianne Moore doesn't do anything in this film. She just sort of sits there being creepily kind and evil at the same time. She is fun as a villain in the same way Sam Jackson was a fun villain in the first film but I just wish she had more to do.

The statesmen are fun for 10 minutes. It's bizzare to me that they introduce the one who will be the least developed of the statesmen first. The statesmen also prove to be a horrific waste of Jeff Bridges whose character was also almost entirely yawn-inducing. I think he genuinely has less than 3 minutes of screen time. The novelty of the statesmen lasts all of around 10 minutes before we realise that they aren't going to be doing anything of substance.



Kingsman 1 was also weirdly and quietly subversive. It deliberately went out of its way to subvert the audience's expectations of a spy caper. The line "This ain't that kinda movie" is regularly and well used. But make no mistake, Kingsman 2 very much is that kind of movie. Even the first's subversion of sex and gender in the spy genre was betrayed in The Golden Circle. The "bum note" in the original has a case for playing with audience expectations for a spy movie. The Glastonbury sequence in this sequel is, quite simply, ridiculous, and stinks of a filmmaker that has simply out of ideas.

The film does have some merit to it. In all fairness the action scenes are incredibly well done. They are shot in such a way that is reminiscent of stop motion, and almost looks unreal. This of course plays to the wider themes in Kingsman: The Golden Circle of a bizzaro and subversive version of the spy caper, yet this subversiveness is lost elsewhere, rather, the movie provides us with a by-the-numbers phoned in sequel, which will almost certainly make enormous amounts of money. It's good to see Channing Tatum in an enjoyable role, and Colin Firth alongside Taron Egerton do a good job as the leads, even if it makes little sense.

You might have fun, if you go and see The Golden Circle. It attempts to hide its formulaic and lazy nature with a facade of self-awareness and subversion, which has simply gone absent from the script. Holes are filled with flashy action, a bulging cast, and a sense of humour which resembles that of a nine year old relative who made you laugh once with a silly joke, so repeats it again and again, with slight, non-variations. Forcing its brilliant jokes upon you, because it's clearly the Groundhog Day of 2017, Kingsman: The Golden Circle is a farce of a movie.

Broken and Detroit - Lessons from the screenplay

Broken - agile drama pulling its punches

★★★

Everyone who grew up in Britain will be familiar with the fundamentals of the British soap opera. Eastenders, Coronation Street, Hollyoaks and more, set the scene for dozens of iconic characters through the 80s, 90s and in the 21st century. Broken takes the themes and ideas of these quintessentially British shows, and turns it into a feature length drama that tends to focus on the less dramatic. The movie is about three households who live in close proximity to each other, in a cul-de-sac, and the events that develop across the three families. Their stories are interwoven and part of one 90 minute picture in the shape of Broken.

Broken could be considered a very British Pulp Fiction. It has an interwoven story told from multiple perspectives if in chronological order, with smart and snappy dialogue, and Tim Roth to boot. But other than that, some great performances and memorable 'moments'. There is not much to Broken.

Make no mistake, the novelty of the interwoven story across these three, quite tragically different families lasts the full ninety minutes, and you have great moments of overlap and divergence. The film's real lead is the 11 year old Elouise Lawrence, who put on a break out peformance, if of course she had broken out. She was credited in only one film after Broken, unfortunately, the director's second project, London Town. Despite this she leads the movie like she had been playing a leading lady for years. Her character is nicknamed Skunk, and has a sort of unabashed confidence alongside a very real fear of what is ultimately the real world, rather than the child's world that she is on the edge of. As the movie progresses we see Skunk's coming-of-age journey begin to tear her apart. Alongside Lawrence is the always reliable Tim Roth, as well as the interjection of elegance that is Cillian Murphy. Each play characters in one of thee troubles households, and their frosty dynamic elevates the film often.

It elevates the film because it was so simple. It wasn't dramatic and it wasn't over the top, and it certainly wasn't Eastenders. Rather it was just two blokes who weren't quite sure of one another, until, they do become sure of one another. Despite this coming-of-age story with Skunk and interesting character dynamics in one of the households, the film uses melodrama as a crutch. There are moments when you think that you are watching a bog-standard British soap opera with some better writing and acting, but no, instead you are watching a feature length one that is especially harrowing. But it's harrowing only in the moment of harrow. There were far too many completely unearned payoffs and totally unearned redemption that just served the plot. For no reason. And thinking back it stinks of bad bad writing. A ninety minute picture could well have been longer, rather than the half baked version of the film that we got.

I'm fine with melodrama, many times in Broken it is actually used well and effectively. But the plot devices disguised as character development which make no sense in the grand scheme of things are an absolute slap in the face to the audience. In the end Broken will go down as another British indie film that should have been better, rather than the horrific family drama that it purports to be.

Detroit - horrific drama delivered brutally

Focusing on the events that took place in the Algiers Motel during the Detroit riots in 1967, Katherine Bigelow and Mark Boal (direction and writing respectively for both Hurt Locker and Zero Dark Thirty) craft an incredibly intense and horrific cinematic experience. We begin following different people in the city of Detroit, Michigan once the riots begin, and their stories all convene in the Algiers Motel, where Detroit Police, Michigan State Police and the National Guard suspect one of a handful of snipers still active in the city is camped.

The film devotes its first act to establishing and bringing together the key players in the showdown at the Algiers. There’s John Boyega as Dismukes – a well-intentioned security guard who acts as the go-between for the authorities and the civilians. Will Poulter as Officer Krauss, a deeply hateful police officer living behind a thin veil of innocence, and Algee Smith as Larry Reid, a hopeful singer. Both Poulter and Smith are phenomenal. Poulter so fantastically embodies the hatred and racism running through the veins of Krauss, but maintains the deliberate and obvious façade of innocence that exists in the institutional racism of the police force, particularly in 1967 but remains today. In this Poulter expertly portrays Krauss as what he is meant to be - Fundamentally evil, yet with enough self-importance and belief that he is doing the right thing, despite being self-aware enough to recognise the monster he is. Poulter is simply fantastic, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he gets a Supporting Actor nomination. The same is true of Algee Smith. Larry Reid is a beautifully characterised and developed person – representing all the hope and style, but also the struggle coursing through black America after the Second World War. And Algee shows just how much an actor can bring to a role, doing a fantastic job at filling this complex and changing character.

Detroit creates a real sense of horror through the second act, once the principal characters are gathered in the Algiers. In fact our frame of reference becomes smaller and smaller as the hotel is raided. We go from the whole hotel being under siege to Krauss and co holding the guests hostage in just a single hallway. In this second act the tone of the film switches to being one of full-on horror. We watch on knowing there’s nothing we can do, and we see every slim chance at hope for the hostages slipping away. This claustrophobic setting and continual reminder that these people are completely at the mercy of the Detroit PD drives home the horror of the second act, and plays on our natural human fears.

The film is properly visceral, from beginning to end, exploring this key theme of justice. Although this is somewhat paused for the centre-piece of the movie, this exploration of justice is maintained from the beginning, and through to the very end of the film. From the inciting moments of the riot, you as the audience are forced to question everything you see on screen. Who is in the right here? Is this action just? But as you progress further and further into the film the sides become far less blurred. This continues through the movie as you dive deeper and deeper into events that fly in the face of any kind of justice, all the way to the ending.

Of course Detroit is particularly timely considering the alarmingly high proportions of black people killed in the line of duty in the USA, and will serve as a reminder that racism was a major factor in police work much further back than the 21^st century. Detroit also takes an interesting perspective on the ‘bad apples’ argument. Racist police officers are sometimes accused of being bad apples in a bunch. In Detroit this certainly seems to be the case, where Krauss and Flynn (Ben O’Toole) appear to be the only officers in the film who are actively and aggressively racist, as well as to some extent Demens (the superb Jack Reynor). Yet the state police and National Guardsman are bystanders to the police brutality. The Detroit PD are facilitated in their brutality by those around them, showing that even if there are only a few bad apples, plenty could and should be done to stop them.

The film is certainly a unique experience. Somewhere between a drama and a straight up horror film, Detroit paints a terrifying picture of police brutality and the course of justice. It’s not something I’d watch often, but perhaps every once in a while. Although it is maybe a little too long, Detroit is a haunting movie that carries its very heavy themes and action with superb performances – Poulter and Smith in particular.

Trainspotting and Wind River - subtext galore

Trainspotting - ★★★★½                                                                                

Trainspotting is a fantastic and deeply philosophical exploration of addiction. We meet a group of friends, veterans of the Edinburgh heroin scene, and follow Renton (Ewan McGregor) through his (hilarious) journey, falling off or getting back on the wagon.  We watch as Danny Boyle leads us through this turbulent world, filled with the least charming people you will ever meet that you come to sympathise with and be hopeful for, against the harsh backdrop of looming heroin addiction.

One of the best things about Trainspotting is how off-kilter it is on just about everything. The movie is hilarious while maintaining that these are serious events happening to real people. Not only this, its depiction of addiction is particularly off-kilter. In Trainspotting, it is made clear the joy and ecstacy that a drug addict feels when they’re in the warm embrace of a high, but it is also made clear the devastating lows that occur both before achieving a high, and after coming down from one. Perhaps what illustrates this most brilliantly is the now famous toilet scene. Once inside the toilet, Renton is free, at last emerging from the disgusting world he resides in when sober. But he once again emerges and wallows in the filth of the worst toilet in Edinburgh. 

Furthermore, even the characters in the movie are off-kilter, as you begin to really sympathise with this group, despite their obvious pitfalls. Spud is a stupid, naïve and nervous wreck when it comes to most walks of life, and heroin has simply become part of his life. Sick Boy is an obsessive co-dependent ‘non-addicted’ addict, while Begbie is a psychopathic, alcoholic hard man who stays away from heroin.

Danny Boyle provides some of the best directing I have seen in Trainspotting. There are over a dozen scenes in this movie where you can sit back and allow Danny to show you the world like you have never seen it. From a job interview while high, to a tortuous withdrawal from heroin, every shot makes sense and drags you further into this very specific world of addiction. The same can be said in the unexpectedly few scenes that portray drug use. When Renton shoots up some heroin, Boyle directs the scene like the characters are performing a stage play. The dealer and the buyer seem to be performing in front of each other, as if they were not aware of the nasty nature of their business with each other. And of course what adds another layer is that this dance is really, really funny. And despite the events afterwards, the jukebox choices and the POV shots from Renton makes sure the laughter continues, despite the horror of what is being depicted on screen.

Trainspotting functions as a movie not only about Renton’s journey, but also about addiction as a whole. Not just heroin addiction too. Alcohol addiction is touched upon, sex addiction is the subject of a few major sequences. Even Sick Boy’s obsession with James Bond could be considered an addiction, as well as Renton’s need to stick with his friends, despite knowing that they’re not really his friends, just people he does heroin with. 

He even speaks about this friendship as a high, at one point, before you come down and realise how shit life is living with this addiction. With this portrayal of what exactly camaraderie is, combined with the very grey-area portrayal of heroin addiction, the movie seems to be asking the audience a very difficult question throughout the movie. What does it mean to be addicted? Is it a bad thing? Is it a key function in our lives as humans?  Should you be addicted to some things but not others? In the end Renton appears to be addicted to life, which is perhaps the most reasonable answer to any question over what exactly addiction is.

So as a result Trainspotting only  gets better the more you watch it, and the more you take in these ideas over how you should feel and why you should feel that way over heroin, alcohol, money, and life in general. In 1996 Danny Boyle broke out with this film, becoming a visionary British filmmaker in the process, and deservedly so for a film as complete as Trainspotting. It means to spend an awful amount of time and effort doing something menial and in the end, doesn’t really matter – Trainspotting – and perhaps that is the best way of explaining what exactly addiction is. The second best way, would be to watch Danny Boyle’s film of the same name.

Wind River - ★★★½

More mystery than thriller, Wind River takes place in a remote Native American reservation in Wyoming, where a dead body has been found by the local game hunter Cory Lambert (Jeremy Renner), who seems to have vengeance on his mind. Accompanying him is FBI Agent Jane (Elizabeth Olsen) – a fish out of water who has to combat the psyche of the Wind River reservation whilst being determined to track down the killer.

The best thing Wind River has going for it is the hazardous and hostile environment of this part of Wyoming. You can really feel the enormous scale of the reservation and just how alone our heroes are in their hunt for the killer. The film plays on this idea of loneliness and how this fear of being alone drives us to our limits. We see this in Jane, the FBI agent, who is clearly out of her depth, and needs help navigating the reservation and its culture. We also see this in Renner’s character, separated from his wife, lost his child, and now spends his days alone in the wilderness, trying to do some good. All the way down to the details of the mystery this theme of being alone in the wild is maintained. The body was found over 5 miles from the nearest structure, with evidence of rape and battery

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You get plenty of western vibes as you continue through the story, from the Stetson wearing Lambert to the vast apparent lawlessness on the Wind River reservation. And as we watch them trek through this mystery that Jane is insistent upon being a homicide, they each go on their own journeys - Lambert seeking some sort of closure, whilst Olsen needs to find herself in the most challenging environment possible. The film likes to really ram that home too. The characters may as well have been saying “Hey by the way, we’re in Wyoming, Jane.” “Did you know we’re in Wyoming?” Whilst being ham-fisted in this way, it all serves the subtext of having to stand as your own person out in Wyoming, unlike in Las Vegas, where Jane was based.

Despite so much going on, the film suffers from some pretty major pacing issues. It starts slow, then gets slower, and at seemingly random points throws your right into an ultra-tense showdown. My point is, that there’s no payoff in the first two acts, because of this shoddy pacing, despite it being suspenseful and mysterious. There is no build-up the big scenes. It goes from a leisurely walk through the Wyoming wild to a cross-country sprint in the blink of an eye. It all feels a little rushed until you realise just how long the slower segments are. Despite this the third act is absolutely nailed. A brilliant build-up of tension and the unravelling of the mystery will leave you agape.

For the third act alone I would recommend anyone to go and see this movie. It is mysterious, if poorly paced, and more parts mystery than thriller. With a great subtext about Wyoming and centring around Jane and Lambert’s personal journeys the film is a success as a low-budget mystery, even though it could have been so much better with the pacing of the screenwriter’s previous work, like Sicario or Hell or High Water. 

Manchester by the Sea and The Grand Budapest Hotel

Manchester by the Sea – Tragedy in Boston                                                ★★★★

Manchester by the Sea is a film that has to be felt more than to be watched. This is its greatest success and its greatest failure all at the same time. It's a film about grief, and follows Lee Chandler (Casey Affleck) as he struggles to cope.

The fact about this movie is that the plot is paper thin, and it had to be for it to work. Rather it is a deep and intense character study of Lee, and to some extent the his nephew Patrick (Lucas Hedges). We see them handle their griefs distinctly and in both very similar and very different ways. Again this duality appears, I believe that it is at least in part because, the movie is trying to highlight the extreme complexity of human character, even more so in a time of grief. The duality goes further, not only are their griefs similar and different, their relationship is one born out of love and disaster. As humans we can love someone and hate someone at the same time, and Manchester by the Sea exhibits this very well.

The film goes even further to take a snapshot of the human condition through its use of incredibly black hole dark humour. At one point, during a sad moment, Lee delivers an unintentionally (for the character, not the script) hilarious line, but it is done in such a way that it doesn't break the tension or the tone of the scene. Rather it makes you the audience feel bad for laughing, because we all know these moments. These moments of awkwardness that creep into surreal and life changing moments really do happen, especially so during times of grief. Now the film also takes the decision to portray life in a hyper-realistic sense. People trip up over their words, people forget where they park the car and of course moments of awkwardness are interjected at times they come up before. Manchester by the Sea does all this easily, to heighten the humanity of the situation, and of course, the ever present grief.

Casey Affleck puts on an absolute clinic in subtle acting. To say he portrayed a man devoured by grief would be an under-statement. Every time you look at him in this film you can feel the sadness, the horror and yes, the grief, in his eyes. Despite this he is at his best when Michelle Williams is present. Towards the end of the film the two have an incredibly horrifying and heart-wrenching scene together, and you can hear every ounce of tragedy in their voices. They spill their guts out to each other in the second worst way possible (the first being in the literal sense) and every single line is delivered superbly particularly by Affleck. His intonation shifts around but hits the right notes every time, and is a credit to his performance in the movie.

Manchester by the Sea simply envelopes you in grief. You can truly feel it with every moment on screen. Perhaps it is something in the direction that gives it this feel, but part of it can certainly be attributed to the town itself. It is bleak, and lacks colour, and the isolation of this town, in part by the coastline, but also that Lee simply cannot leave reflects his struggle to escape his grief. Watching the film grief envelopes you in the same way that the town envelopes Lee.

It is at this point I credit the screenwriter, also director, Kenneth Lonargen, for producing a screenplay so incredibly down to earth and realistic. However, a major problem comes with creating a film like Manchester by the Sea, especially a character study. The ever present sword suspended over the film - it being boring. And I sympathise with people who found Manchester by the Sea boring. The plot is basically non-existent after the first 20 minutes, and Lonargen ultimately fails to keep up the pace of this movie which is ultimately about a quite abstract concept - grief and the human condition. To say nothing much happens wouldn't be accurate, but is a fair criticism for a movie like this. In this it a film to feel rather than to watch. By this I mean it is something to take in and experience, to feel Lee and Patrick's grief and all the different emotions going on in their head and to feel them, rather than watch them. Because they're not going anywhere - Manchester by the Sea isn't a fairy tale adventure, it's real life.

But it is because of this that I only give it a 4 out of 5.

A harrowing look into deeply complex human emotions and deeply complex human character that transforms the cinematic experience, for better or for worse, to an incredibly realistic degree. With a plethora of clever cinematic devices, and stunning depiction of casual life, it certainly deserves to be seen by as wide an audience as possible. Despite this, the movie struggles to get much done on its thin plot, despite running for over 130 minutes. At times I was bored by the movie, and at times it certainly felt like nothing was happening. It is not a satisfying movie, and nor should it be, but this doesn’t work across the whole run-time. Nonetheless the film was one of the best of 2016 for its remarkable portrayal of human suffering. It isn’t pretty, or fun, but is one of the best tragedies in recent years.

The Grand Budapest Hotel – A rip-roaring ride from days gone by    ★★★½

GBH is the type of film that you watch and smile in almost unconscious glee throughout. It is an adventure movie that is delightfully funny, filled with characters as colourful as the scenery. The use of multi-layered storytelling, though seemingly superficial at first, actually strikes a quite emotional chord and helps the extravagant world building that takes place around this place called the Grand Budapest Hotel. This superficiality is only emphasised by the incredibly bright colour scheme used, which is not often seen in movies. Despite this while GBH hits all the sweet spots an adventure-comedy should, it is seemingly superficial and I struggle to see there being much more to it than its surface.

As you can tell from simply looking at any image from the film or even the poster, the most striking immediate thing about the movie is its incredibly vivid use of colour. Now films tend to alter which colours are more prominent than others, grading and scaling the palette to the cinematographer and director’s will. GBH uses the full spectrum in all its glory. Even the scenes featuring Edward Norton’s army, whose uniforms are all very dark, the surroundings still appear bright and colourful, in stark contrast to the army.

Nonetheless, it’s not all about the aesthetics of GBH. In fact we’re led through a surreal and exciting plot, going from the hotel itself to the frontline of a warzone, a bakery, a mountain peak, a prison, and all as part of this great adventure that you become genuinely invested into. The adventure is executed so well that by the end of it all you feel like you’ve been on the journey with these characters, and in turn gotten to know them as well as they’ve gotten to know each other. To be able to create such a great adventure is almost entirely reliant on the top-notch screenplay by Wes Andersen himself, who even inserts a joke about how convoluted the whole story is. But despite this seeming moment of self-awareness, the fact is that the story has been constructed so well that the audience know exactly what is going on and are not confused by the plot whatsoever. It is great screenwriting that holds the film together.

The story also works so well as a rollercoaster ride because of the characters you meet and get to know. Primarily Ralph Fiennes work as Gustave H was exceptional. Playing a posh hotel concierge with an eye for detail and even sharper eye for discipline, he excels in playing a character that changes internally vastly over the course of the adventure whilst the character attempts to maintain their proper nature. A few characters have distinctive arcs that we watch develop through a very personal lense and having accompanied the two leads on their journey you do really feel a passenger on Wes Anderson’s wild ride, accompanied by a concierge and lobby boy.

The issue is, in my opinion, that there is really not much going on other than that exciting story and engaging characters. Now while many many people may enjoy an adventure flick more than any other type of film and thus adore GBH, that’s just not for me. I need there to be more than this in a movie for me to truly love it. It was certainly a strong and entertaining picture but from my subjective point of view, there needs to be more substance, despite the impeccable style.

So I’ll leave this delightful picture with three and a half, because of the incredible fun that’s to be had in watching it. It’s definitely a film to watch with others and is a shining example of a movie that is good fun but doesn’t have to be a summer blockbuster or superhero flick a-la Kong: Skull Island. Although it wasn’t entirely pleasing for me, its writing is superb and takes the adventure genre to new heights in the same way Raiders of the Lost Ark did over 30 years ago. 

Kong: Skull Island and Private Benjamin - Untapped potential

Kong: Skull Island

When writers, directors, producers and the rest of the Hollywood machine set out to create a film that transcends genre, sometimes you get a genre-bending classic in the vein of Ben Wheatley's Kill List, or perhaps something more Hollywood, in the form of Vanilla Sky or even Ghostbusters. Though the other times, you end up with a hot mess, like Kong: Skull Island. What does this movie want to be is a question you are asking yourself throughout the 2 hour running time, and you won't have an answer long after the cash-grabbing post credits scene.

Kong is more than a by-the-numbers action movie. In fact, the screenwriters seem to completely replace character development with humour. As a result the movie, seemingly randomly, becomes an action-comedy. This leads to a lack of character and payoff which I'll touch on later, but the core structure of this movie is only halfway explained. Because not only is this an action film sometimes action-comedy, it's a Vietnam film. That's right. And if you're wondering how you fit Apocalypse Now into the action-comedy genre, here's the answer - you don't. Instead Kong takes the approach of a middle aged American southerner who yearns for the good old days of Jim Crow and cold beer. It's some weird pastiche of the Vietnam era that is heavily romanticised and referenced to.

Oh and also it's a King Kong movie. King Kong turns up and kicks some butt around once every twenty minutes. Now with a better screenplay, this movie may have worked out to be something coherent, and genre bending, rather than genre skipping. Sadly it turns out to be the latter.

One of the biggest problems with the screenplay is the odd direction it takes to character. It's emphasis on comedy means that there is no time for anything resembling a character arc. Perhaps the closest we get is Brie Larson's relationship with Kong himself, although that is simply lifted from every King Kong story ever made. Sam Jackson plays a derivative version of Captain Willard,There are over a dozen characters in this film. There are 5 principle characters, as well as 8 supporting characters, not to mention Kong himself. This bloats the film and gives no time for any development of Sam Jackson or anyone else's arc.

There is a scene near the start of the movie, where Brie Larson and Sam Jackson have a brief quip-off about the Vietnam War. A conflict is set up, and this is NEVER touched on again. Not once. This is what happens when a film is as convoluted and bloated as Kong after having too much octopus for lunch.

That's not to say that the cast puts on a poor performance though. The 5 central performances (Hiddlestone, Larson, Jackson, Goodman, Reilly) are all as good as they can be. Hiddlestone is great as the genric action hero, but that's all he can really do and be in this movie. Larson is a little more developed, the (anti-) war photographer damsel in distress maintains a good delivery and comic timing in the first Reilly scene. Despite this her character is pushed into the damsel role perhaps a little too heavily, although a feminist case can be made for Larson's character's role in this movie. Reilly is the shining star though, his antics are so absurd they fit into the melting pot the movie is. His delivery is on point with every joke and keeps the film alive into the third act.

But going back to the nostalgia filled dutch angle take on the cinematic Vietnam genre, we have to see that there is nothing inherently wrong with this. In fact the screenwriters have clearly adapted the genre to fit the style of the film. Not successfully, but it works in a few key ways. The first being the cinematography. Larry Fong perfectly captures a nostalgic image of the Vietnam film in nearly every single shot. The iconic Apocalypse Now sunset is used often and rightfully so, with primary colours of orange, yellow and blue bathing the greens of the island. As a result the movie certainly looks very Platoon, and keeps up with it in simple plot devices.

In the case of Kong: Skull Island, the Vietnam feel is developed even more, but in fun and inclusive ways for the audience to enjoy. Blasting Black Sabbath out of a helicopter as they begin an attack, or having to take a boat up a river to get to their destination, they capitalise on what the genre has given them in the past. Beyond this is the soundtrack, and again we see the Kong: Skull Island giving us the fun and entertainment of the genre. Bad Moon Rising and Run Through The Jungle being particular standouts. The score itself is barely memorable, and it particularly questionable at certain points in the 3rd act that I won't give away, but you'll know it when you hear it.

The action sequences are mesmerising. Genuinely visually astounding. The CGI of Kong fighting with these various other monsters as well as the humans is fantastic entertainment, and are shot without the 200 cuts a second style editing. You can see what's happening and it's very, very exciting, even if you aren't that invested. Sometimes the sequences go on for a little to long, and by the end you may feel worn, but that's the purpose of the movie in the first place - to show King Kong plucking helicopters out of the sky. The helicopter sequence is one of the better parts of the movie, primarily because of Larry Fong's cinematography and the editors excersising restraint in the cuts. 

As a result of this embrace of the lighter aspects of the Vietnam genre that an incredibly nostalgic view can give you, Kong: Skull Island actually turns out to be quite fun. The lack of character development, arcs and payoff is massively problematic, but you will still have fun. Because you are laughing often and hard, particularly when Reilly is onscreen. Because the CGI action is often so jaw-dropping and at times hilarious (a certain spot from the final fight sequence is both amazing and funny) that you are having too much fun and laughing too much to not enjoy the movie because of its incoherence and lack of payoff.

The star studded cast do their job in what is ultimately a melting pot of a film that is fantastic fun, despite its incoherent, bloated nature. Funny and a light take on what was a very dark period of history. From the Nixon bobble-heads to the Sam Jackson doing everything in his power not to swear, the film is fun from start to finish, mostly. Beautifully shot, just don't expect any payoff, and turn your brain off when you start. It's sadly, not genre-bending, just a hot and messy melting pot of a movie.

Private Benjamin

Private Judy Benjamin is a fish out of water when she joins the army, having been used to the spoiled and upper class lifestyle from birth. And inevitably, hilarity ensues. Private Benjamin is a comedy with a splash of romance, that is well constructed enough to be a passable 100 minutes of cinema.

At its core is the irresistible Goldie Hawn. Easily the best part of the film, she embodies the silver-spoon rich girl perfectly, and carries traces of it through the movie in much of what she does. Now you start the film struggling to sympathise for any of the characters, but Hawn will win you over, even if it comes a little too late. With her largely good comic timing, she carries the movie on its back through the second act whilst some flimsy plot is thrown at the screen. That's as much as can be said for the middle of the movie, really. The jokes are ever-present though, and that's what makes the movie stick. It easily passed any number-of-laughs tests and it is a testament to the comedy aspect of the film that the jokes sustained it.

The movie also carries with it a deeply feminist subtext, and portrays the active empowerment of woman in the face of opposition, and Judy's character arc is impressive in carrying this subtext so well whilst continuing with the film. For this reason the movie was better than being a bang average comedy. The film decisively loses momentum though, when its best character goes missing for the 2nd act. Captain Doreen Lewis (Eileen Brennan) is a malevolent figure for Judy, but a massive opportunity is lost as she is simply not in the film half the time. It is a shame that the character with the most potential and arguably best performance is put aside by the screenwriter. But nonetheless the film sows up neatly. Private Benjamin is a passable comedy, funny enough and interesting enough to sustain its premise, with a clever subtext, but had plenty of untapped potential.

Final Portrait - Stanley Tucci crafts a pretty picture

A charming and unexpectedly funny biopic on the frantic and eccentric life of Alberto Giacometti (Geoffrey Rush) doesn't shy away from the darker and sadder aspects of the artist's character. The film revolves around Giacometti painting the portrait of American writer James King (Armie Hammer) and the toll painting and sculpting has taken on the once beaming and confident artist.

The colour palette of the film is simple. Blue, white, black, grey and some yellows illustrate the world through Giacometti's eyes, as these were colours so often utilised in his art work. In fact Giacometti often muses on his struggles and his ultimate failure to illustrate the image he sees, whilst we watch this world through James King's eyes.

King isn't much of a character himself. What we know is he's gay, a writer and not much else other than that he is super-humanly intrigued into this tortured artist, to the point where he continues to stay and have his portrait painted, cancelling plans over and over. Despite this, Armie Hammer puts on a good performance as what is essentially a blank canvas for the viewer to project their own feelings onto. When King expresses surprise at one of Giacometti's quirks or actions, the audience does too. In Final Portrait, Stanley Tucci, the writer-director, deftly turns King into an actual character this way, rather than simply being a cinematic device.

Elsewhere Tucci's direction is visually interesting enough to keep the audience invested at times when things that are, quite simply, profoundly boring, are taking place on screen. Most importantly, the painting scenes. Who wants to sit around for 90 minutes watching someone paint someone else? Of course this is not the whole movie, but a significant portion of time is dedicated to the painting (and rightly so.) Tucci manages to keep these scenes visually interesting enough. And enough is good, when a film is paced as well as Final Portrait.

The central performance from Geoffrey Rush is just superb. Whenever he is on screen he elevates the movie. Everything from the delivery of his heavily accented "Oh fuck!" to his mannerisms and expressions when we are first introduced to him in a scene with no dialogue. Rush manages to frame Giacometti's character in only a few minutes of smoking and sculpture moulding, and from there we see him unravel and put himself back together hundreds of times.

Despite these strong aspects, a biopic has to delve beyond a simple biography of someone, and although Final Portrait is inventive in how it does this, it fails to express the central ideas and conflicts in the film with enough clarity. Although it certainly does explore the ideas of endings, definiteness and artistic integrity a lot, it is just missing something. The themes are confused and overlapping, and perhaps lacking definiteness. Of course, that is in itself a major theme in the movie - definiteness. And although it is explored and discussed visually and verbally, sadly Final Portrait does not quite strike a chord over this, and perhaps it is on purpose. Of course this is what Giacometti struggles with in the film, and it may be deliberate to not explore the subtext and underlying conflict of the film to a greater degree.

Nonetheless it was a vastly enjoyable picture about a lesser known artist that will leave you with a smile on your face, without a doubt. Despite it's failure to nail the themes, they are still utilised and explored to a healthy degree, Armie Hammer and the brilliant Geoffrey Rush bring it on home for a solid biopic that truly gives you a look into the world of a troubled artist. Whether you are laughing at Giacometti's ruthless verbal take down of Picasso, or concerned with how he is coping with his ongoing artistic self-torture, Final Portrait will leave you pleasantly surprised, and completely charmed.