MOVIE ROUND-UP: This Week’s New Film Releases, Fri Sept 16-Thu Sept 22

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Bridget Jones’s Baby (12A) A year after her last appearance, Helen Fielding’s hapless singleton returns to the  big screen, reunited with the first film’s director, Sharon Maguire, and a script by Fielding and Dan Mazer (tweaked by Emma Thompson) that works from the former’s 2005 newspaper columns rather than her third novel. Which means Mark Darcy (Colin Firth) is alive and married, though not to Bridget (Renee Zellweger), who we meet,  alone as ever, blowing out the single candle on her cupcake to mark her 43rd  birthday.  After a  quick flashback leading up to this point (essentially to show she’s still working as a TV producer, now for the Hard News programme that Hugh Grant’s Daniel Cleaver is missing believed dead), the plot gets into traction as she’s persuaded by the show’s presenter, Miranda (Sarah Solemani) to join her for a weekend music festival (cue an amusing cameo by Ed Sheeran) where she accidentally ends up sleeping with an American called Jack (Patrick Dempsey) who pulled her out of the mud. Having bumped into him at Cleaver’s memorial, just over a week later, she meets up with Darcy again, this time when they’re both godparents at the   christening of  Jude’s (Shirley Henderson) latest, and, learning that he’s going through a  divorce, they too end up in bed.

Three months later, already under pressure to come up with a presentation for the show’s revamp (a sly dig at the current trend for shared content) demanded by snotty Gothy new boss Alice (Kate O’Flynn) and her ironic beard colleagues, she discovers she’s pregnant – and either of the two men could be the father.

She also learns that Jack is actually Jack Qwant, a best selling matchmaking website  guru who designed an algorithm for love, and books him on to the show so Miranda can quiz him about his sex life.

Suffice to say, after telling both him and Mark that she’s pregnant, but avoiding mentioning either to the other, coincidence eventually brings all three together and she’s forced to confess she doesn’t know which is the father, leading variously to everyone working together as the best for the baby and a competitiveness between the two men for Bridget’s affections.

Meanwhile, , Bridget’s mom (Gemma Jones) is standing for her local council, a side plot that chimes with Darcy defending an Eastern European all girl activist punk group (obviously modeled on Pussy Riot) and the film’s general juggling between  female independence and women’s rights and motherhood and marriage.

Although Bridget 2 was by no means a disaster, this, if not quite up to the level of the first,  is far superior, effectively mixing together hilarity and poignancy in a script that is at home with physical slapstick as it is one liners.  Thompson is a delight as Bridget’s bemused gynaecologist while further solid support comes from returning cast members  that include Jim Broadbent as Bridget’s dad, James Callis (gay mate Tom), Celia Imrie (Una), Neil Pearson (station manager Richard) and Sally Philips as best friend Shazzer as well as new additions such as Joanna Scanlon as makeup lady  Cathy with her gang bang innuendos.  Firth fits right back in as Darcy, the top QC who has problems articulating his emotions, while Dempsey is terrific as nice guy Jack, suddenly discovering that love isn’t just a theoretical proposition. However, as ever, its Zellweger who is the film’s heart and who, aside from looking fabulous, again proves herself one of the finest comedy actresses around with the capability of also tugging at the audience’s heartstrings.  It’s been a long gestation, but the end result delivers a bouncy bundle of job. (Cineworld 5 Ways, NEC, Solihull; Electric; Empire Great Park, Sutton Coldfield; Everyman; Odeon Birmingham, Broadway Plaza, West Brom; Reel; Showcase Walsall; Vue Redditch,  Star City)

 

Blair Witch (15)

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In 1999, adopting the premise of being an assemblage of video recordings found in the Maryland woods, made by a group of teenagers who vanished without trace, The Blair Witch Project, an indie horror written and directed by Daniel Myrick and Eduardo Sánchez, was hailed as a genre landmark and launched the subsequent flood of found footage films. The largely unconnected sequel, Book of Shadows: Blair Witch 2, in which the original’s creators were not involved, was, however, terrible and a third instalment proposed by Myrick and Sánchez never materialized. Now, 17 years on (and set in that same timeframe), and again without the duo’s  involvement, director Adam Wingard and writer Simon Barrett have come up with a direct sequel wherein James Donahue (James Allen McCune), whose elder sister Heather was one of those in the first film, is convinced she’s still out there, alive. All the more so when he finds some found footage on the internet in which a figure he believes to be her appears in a shot inside a house.

As such, his determination to find her sees college friend Lisa (Callie Hernandez) offering to document his quest and persuaded to join him and their friends Ashley (Corbin Reid) and her boyfriend Peter (Brandon Scott) on a journey into the Black Hills

First, however, they need to pay a visit to the people who uploaded the footage, local geeks and Blair Witch obsessives, Lane (Wes Robinson) and Talia (Valorie Curry,) who insist on accompanying them in turn for showing where they found the tapes. It’s not long before all six are lost in the woods, simmering animosity growing between the two groups. The first night proves eventful as the familiar wooden symbols appear all around their tents and things just proceed to go from bad to worse, time no longer makes sense and members of the group either disappear or come to an unpleasant end, finally leaving James and Lisa to stumble upon the old, abandoned house  where he thinks Heather is, but which was never found in the original search for the missing teenagers.

Although advances in technology now means there are more devises on which to record the footage from different perspectives, including ear cameras and a drone, when you get down to it this is simply just the first film with the same disorienting camerawork and noises but different characters stumbling through the darkness and screaming. The performances deliver what’s required, Curry arguably the best of the bunch, but the writing doesn’t expand their characters to any depth and, while it often comes up with ingenuous ways to get footage, at the end of the day it largely boils down to dizzying shots of them running through trees and bushes, although there is one sequence involving Lisa that will have claustrophobics squirming.

Also, given the film adopts the same found footage premise as the original, given where things happen and end, there’s more than a  few plot holes to explain how it forms the film being screened, unless the Blair Witch (who not only gets campfire backstory, but also is briefly glimpsed) got bored on one of her down days and decided to dump all the equipment somewhere convenient. The sound mix, while it can be overbearing at times, is probably the best thing here and, unless you’ve never seen the original film, even with the added  gore, this retread ultimately can’t avoid the problem of trying to pull off the same surprise twice. (Cineworld 5 Ways, NEC, Solihull;  Empire Great Park, Sutton Coldfield; Everyman; Odeon Birmingham, Broadway Plaza, West Brom; Reel; Showcase Walsall; Vue Redditch,  Star City)

 

Chicken  (15)

chicken-2Being given a one-off screening along with a  Q&A with director Joe Stephenson  as part of the Screening Rights Festival, this feature adaptation of Freddie Machin’s acclaimed stage play sees Scott Chambers reprise his role as Richard, a determinedly optimistic 15-year-old with learning difficulties who lives in a  dilapidated caravan in the  Essex countryside with his shiftless, abusive older brother Polly (Morgan Watkins), who makes a few bob stripping wires in the local scrapyard.

Forever rejected as he seeks please his increasingly aggressive brother by making him breakfast, Richard’s only companion is Fiona, the chicken he keeps in the coop outside the caravan and carries around with him, frequently to the barn of a local farm where he’s assembled a theatrical  tableaux of dead rabbits.

Problems arise when Polly informs him the farm’s new owners want them to move off the land (though this is never actually confirmed, and seems more like part his brother’s plans to sever his ties), but then Richard comes across Annabell (Yasmin Paige), the bored and equally lonely daughter of the new owners and the pair strike up a friendship. Inevitably, the film comes to a dramatic climax, though not, as you might think, involving the girl, but the brothers as, in the heat of an explosive scene of pent up frustration,  the narrative  reveals a shocking twist.

Early Ken Loach would seem to be an influence on Stephenson (this could be a sort of Kes with a  fowl rather than a falcon)  and he balances the tender rural calm with the gathering storm to strong effect, although he seems less confidence in the tone as he explores theme of disenfranchisement and the need for companionship. Paige is suitably ambiguous as Annabell and, while his character is somewhat limited in terms of persona, Watkins also brings a sense of isolation and scarred loneliness to Polly, but this is unquestionably Chambers’ film, at times evoking Leonardo  Di Caprio in What’s Eating Gilbert Grape in ensuring Richard is never defined by his mental problems, equally adept at bringing humour, anguish, confusion, pain and pathos to wrenching effect.  (Sun, Electric)

 

The Infiltrator (15)

infilReviewed in full next week, this has been hailed as Bryan Cranston’s best work since Breaking Bad. Here he plays Robert Mazur, an FBI agent who, in 1986, realising the war on drugs could not be won the way it was currently being fought, persuade his boss (Amy Ryan) to let him set up a sting operation, going undercover and infiltrating the cartel headed up by drugs kingpin Pablo Escovar. As such, posing as money launderer high roller Bob Musella, he hooks up with Escobar’s suave sociopath right hand man Roberto Alcaino (Benjamin Bratt), and is soon accepted as part of the network, something that entails him having to recruit first time undercover agent Kathy Ertz (Diane Kruger) to act as his globetrotting fiancée, something that further intensifies and complicates the operation as Mazur has to improvise his way through a pretence that could get him, her and his family killed. Especially when his fake and real world clash during a dinner with his actual wife (Juliet Aubrey).

Based on Mazur’s autobiography and directed by  The Lincoln Lawyer’s Brad Furman, also on board are John Leguizamo as Mazur’s low-life informer colleague, Olympia Dukakis as Aunt Vicky and  Yul Vazquez as Escobar’s  creepy money manager, although, judging by the cast list,  Escobar himself never appears.  (Cineworld 5 Ways, NEC, Solihull;  Empire Great Park, Sutton Coldfield; Everyman; Odeon Birmingham, Broadway Plaza; Reel; Showcase Walsall; Vue Redditch,  Star City)

 

 

Birmingham International Festival of Social Justice

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Ambulance  (15) First-person documentary about the war in Gaza during  summer of 2014 as Mohamed Jabaly, a young man from Gaza City, joins an ambulance crew to document their stories. (MAC)

Zvizdan (15) Three different love stories, set in three consecutive decades, in two neighbouring Balkan villages with a long history of inter-ethnic hatred. (MAC)

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Two Hard Things, Two Soft Things  (15) Documentary following a group of Inuits in Canada as they prepare for an LGBTQ Pride celebration in the Arctic, exploring how colonisation and religion have shamed and erased traditional Inuit beliefs about sexuality and family structure and how a new generation of Inuit are actively ‘unshaming’ their past. (MAC)

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Anthropoid (15)

-anthropoidIn 1942, using the codename Operation Anthropoid,  the Czech government in exile sent two agents, Josef Gabcik and Jan Kubis (played by Cillian Murphy and Jamie Dornan, respectively) back to their homeland  to assassinate Reinhard Heydrich, the so-called Butcher of Prague, Hitler’s third in command and the architect of the Final Solution. Although the attempt was bungled, it did succeed, although none of the agents or resistance members involved survived and the Nazi response was brutal. Like the Daniel Craig film, Defiance, this, directed by Sean Ellis, tells a little known story from the Second World War, highlighting unsung heroes who fought against Nazi tyranny to liberate their people. Unfortunately, it’s nowhere near as good.

Making their way to Prague after parachuting into Czechoslovakia and  avoid betrayal by a collaborator (wherein we see Kubis unable to shoot for his hand literally shaking with nerves, a moment inevitably revisited towards the end), they hook up with the surviving members of the resistance (Toby Jones among them) and enlist two local girls,  Marie (Charlotte Le Bon) and Lenka (Anna Geislerová) to pose as their girlfriends as they scout out the surroundings and plan the assassination, Gabcik and Kubis naturally falling for their respective women.

Since no one survived the superbly staged Cathedral gun-battle  after the pair were betrayed or the subsequent Nazi reprisals, pretty much everything on screen is surmised and, as such, frequently steeped in the clichés of resistance movies. Although Doran and Murphy are capable as  Kubis and the more aggressively resolute  Gabcik, the result, shot with disorientingly unsteady camerawork,  is a frequently flat and wooden affair, only coming to dramatic life in the final moments. “Boredom may be the biggest enemy we have here,” one of the resistance observed, audiences may feel likewise.  (Vue Star City)

 

 

Bad Moms (15)

bad moms Considering this was written and directed by Jon Lucas and Scott Moore, the screenwriters of the Hangover trilogy, it will no surprise to learn that the comedy makes extensive use of  crude sexual gags and similarly coarse humour. What is a surprise is  how insightful and sympathetic it is about mothers trying cope with demanding kids, absent or useless fathers and, for some, hold down a  job at the same time. Chicago-based Amy (Mila Kunis) falls into all three categories. Pregnant and married at 20, her kids, neurotic overachiever Jane  and slacker  Dylan, expect to have everything done for them, she’s working far longer than her part-time agreement at a coffee company run by people barely out of training pants, has to all the shopping and housework and, to top it all, she’s caught her husband  (David Walton) having an online affair with someone on sex room website. When she says  the only thing she’s good at is being late, she’s only half joking.

No wonder she’s frazzled and doesn’t take kindly to the patronising attitude of bullying,  catty  privileged PTA president Gwendolyn (Christina Applegate) and her sidekicks, Stacy (an underused Jada Pinkett Smith) and the dim Vicky (Annie Murnolo). Blowing a fuse one night, she winds up in a bar  and bonding with brash, sexually forthright foul-mouthed single mom Carla (a go for it Kathryn Hahn) and Kiki (Kristen Bell), a clueless mother of four unruly kids whose controlling husband expects her to do everything (she fantasies of being hospitalised in a  car accident so she can get some rest). Agreeing that these days it’s almost impossible to be a good mom, they decide to be bad instead.

Which basically means slo-mo trashing a supermarket, making the kids get their own breakfast, cutting PTA meeting and even going to the movies during the day. Then, following a  Bake Sale incident with Gwendolyn, Amy decides to run against her for PTA president, which, in turn, means more slo-mo, this time at a boozy meet the candidate house party fuelled by cheap wine and dance music. There’s also the sub plot about the hot widowed decent dad (Jay Hernandez)  to whom Amy takes a shine, and the return of her husband looking to save the marriage (cue a very funny counselling session).

It’s a fairly predictable template in which the bully gets their comeuppance and the misfits come out on top, but, in great part down to the terrific energy and chemistry of the three leads (and some often hilarious improvisation, notably Carla using Kiki’s hoody to demonstrate how to have sex with an uncircumcised penis), it never feels tired while the one-liners are always dead on target.

It gets a little sentimental at the end (which includes a credits sequence of the stars with their own mothers, Bell’s being a dead ringer for Diane Keaton), but by this time it’s more than earned its right to tug at the heartstrings  too. (Cineworld NEC, Solihull;  Empire Great Park, Sutton Coldfield; Everyman; Odeon Birmingham, Broadway Plaza; Reel; Vue Redditch,  Star City)

 

Ben-Hur (12A)

Ben-HuOriginally made in 1926 as a silent and then as the three hour plus Charlton Heston epic in 1959, the 1880 novel now gets another remake courtesy of Russian director Timur Bekmambetov, one that on track to be the biggest box office bomb of the year.  The screenplay is loosely faithful to the book a such that Judah Ben-Hur (Jack Huston, a Jewish prince in Jerusalem falls foul of his Roman childhood friend, Messala (Toby Kebbell)  following an incident involving the Roman governor (here Pontius Pilate played by Pilou Asbæk) and sent off to slave in the Roman galleys, unaware of the fate of his mother (Ayelet Zurer) or sister (Sofia Black B’Elia). Some years later, free, seeking revenge, Judah takes on Messala in a chariot race. All of which comes with a parallel subplot involving Christ, his eventual crucifixion and Judah’s conversion to the new faith,

However, things have also been tweaked considerably. Now, Messala, the grandson of a disgraced nobleman involved in the Julius Caesar conspiracy) is Judah’s adopted brother and Judah marries family serving girl Esther (Nazanin Boniadi)  considerably earlier in the plot while Messala heads off to earn his advancement in a montage of battle scenes. Returned home, now  the incident involving Pilate is an attempted assassination by young zealot whom Judah (who would rather not trouble the waters by upsetting the Romans) was misguidedly harbouring and for which he claims responsibility and, feeling  betrayed, Messala duly dispatches him to the galley. Liberation here  comes following a  furious sea battle wherein he’s washed up on shore and tended to by Sheik Ilderim (Morgan Freeman), an African chariot-racing entrepreneur who ultimately facilitates the big race, (here back in Jerusalem not Rome) and, in keeping with local carpenter Jesus’s love thy neighbour message, the film now has a ridiculous everyone reunited happy ending.

Visually, it’s often spectacular, but, in addition to the meandering and at times repetitive screenplay, neither Huston or Kebbell have the necessary screen charisma to carry things off (Freeman sleepwalks through it and still steals everything) and the whole thing, while not exactly terrible, is just dull and inert and lacking in persuasive dramatic plausibility, to which end, long before it enters the circus you’re like to find yourself wishing that sweet chariot would come to carry you home.  (Cineworld 5 Ways, NEC, Solihull;  Empire Great Park, Sutton Coldfield; Everyman; Odeon Birmingham, Broadway Plaza, West Brom; Reel; Showcase Walsall; Vue Redditch,  Star City)

 

The BFG (PG)

One of the attractions of Roald Dahl’s stories is that they are not all sweetness and light, there is a darkness and scariness to them in which children delight. Initially, it seems as though director Steven Spielberg and the late Melissa Mathison’s screenplay (she also wrote E.T.) might be remaining true to Dahl’s tone as it appears that, after plucking 10-year-old orphan Sophie (Ruby Barnhill, who makes her initially bossy character endearing without being cloyingly cute) from her orphanage bed after she sees him walking London’s night-time streets from her window, he may actually be preparing to fry her up for his dinner. However, inevitably such darkness gives way to a more soft, family friendly approach about the importance of dreams.

Although the ending is different, for the most part it’s faithful to the book’s setting (the 80s, including a reference to the Reagans) and  story as, carried away to Giant Country to stop her and telling everyone that giants are real, Sophie quickly becomes friends with her enormous-eared abductor, the Big Friendly Giant (Mark Rylance), or, as she calls him, the BFG. It turns out that, a  sort of country bumpkin, he too is a lonely misfit, bullied by his  far bigger water-phobic fellow giants who, unlike him, are cannibals (and love snacking on human beans while he eats stinky Snozzcumbers),  go by such names as Fleshlumpeater, Bonecruncher and Meatdripper and refer to him as Runt.

He also reveals that his visits to the land of humans are not about gathering tasty morsels, but to blow pleasant bottled dreams through the windows of sleeping children. He collects and crafts these dreams by travelling through a magical pool to the upside down world of Dream Country and netting the “phizzwizards” of which they are made. The scene where he takes Sophie along with him is like something out of Fantasia, even if John Williams’ orchestral score is (as throughout the film) rather overpowering.

However, when Sophie drops her handkerchief,  Fleshlumpeater (Jemaine Clement) puts his enhanced sense of smell to work and tries and track her down, prompting her to devise a plan to enlist the Queen (Penelope Wilton) in capturing the giants and stopping their children-eating raids. While It also entails the film’s  biggest child-friendly fart scene, one not in the book,  as the royal household, korgis included, quaff the BFG’s frobscottle, resulting in an outburst of “whizzpoppers”.

The film’s biggest attraction is the BFG himself, facially designed to look like a distorted version of Rylance who, speaking in Dahl’s “gobblefunk”, brings huge warmth, soul and humanity to the role.

On the  downside,  the plot simply isn’t enough to sustain almost two hours, meaning there’s an awful lot of repetition and, with very little happening, it often feels sluggish, likely to cause much fidgeting among the small  children  who are its main audience.  There are, indeed, times when it is a thing of wonder, but, unfortunately, also too many when it’s just hugely wearisome. (Cineworld Solihull;  Empire Great Park, Sutton Coldfield; Odeon Birmingham, Broadway Plaza, Reel; Showcase Walsall; Vue Redditch,  Star City)

Brotherhood (15) When Noel Clarke made his screenwriting debut with Kidulthood,  despite some narrative flaws, he was hailed as a new shining star of the British film industry. For the sequel, Adulthood, he also added directing to his CV, as well as starring in both films as inner city London school and subsequently homeboy psycho Sam Peel. However, this time round, grudging praise for his debut was replaced by less favourable critical comments, being dismissed in one review as ‘hoodie porn’. Perhaps inevitably then, the third in the trilogy which he’s again writer-director-star, has already been tagged with a similar condemnation as ‘gangster porn’.

It picks up the story some years on from Adulthood (in which  he’d been released after serving time for killing fellow teen Trevor) with Sam, married to Sariya (Olivia Chenery) with two kids (and another daughter unaware he’s her dad), now on the straight and narrow and trying to hold down a number of jobs to take care of the family. Not that this stops him giving in to desire when a naked Eastern European woman spreads her legs for him. When his brother, an up and coming singer, is shot to send Sam a message, he finds himself involved with  Daley (a suitably menacing Jason Meza), a gang boss involved in sex trafficking (cue numerous naked women as set dressing) and his henchmen, headed up by the sadistic Hugs (Leeshon Alexand) , who  also include a character played by  rapper Stormzy, who probably shouldn’t give up the day job.

All of which turns out to be a convoluted (and badly scripted) way of bringing Sam back face– to-face with Curtis (Cornell John), who, out of jail, wants payback for Trevor’s death, but not until he’s forced Sam to revive the bad boy side of himself he’s tried to bury. On top of which, as you’ll no doubt have guessed from Sam’s indiscretion earlier, a video duly arrives at home causing the missus to take off with the kids.

Bizarrely, given the overall grim and gritty urban tone  with its brutal violence (one recurring character doesn’t make it to the end credits), Clarke also ladles on a huge  dose of comic relief in the form of Henry (Arnold Oceng), Sam’s brother’s mate, who, drawn into ferrying Sam around in his Prius, tries to keep things from the wife with a running gag about a Sainbsury’s discount card and who is  constant worrying that his son’s not really his. It’s very  funny, as are his attempts to act street, but it feels at odds with everything else. All the more so when, strong though the scene is,  things suddenly switch as he tries to talk one of the gang out of a life of violence.

But then the film’s uneven throughout, as indeed is the acting, the screenplay particularly clumsy in places (why does gang girl Poppy suddenly switch sides?), There are some really solid moments, but these are undermined by the plethora of clichés, clumsy plot shifts and any number of holes on the screenplay. Judging by the preview screening, there’s still a considerable audience out there to see things wrap up, but it’s definitely time Clarke put this increasingly tired saga to bed.   (Empire Great Park; Everyman; Odeon Birmingham, Broadway Plaza, West Brom; Showcase Walsall; Vue  Star City)

 

Café Society (12A)

cafe 3Amiable and amusing, at times melancholic, set in the 1930s Woody Allen’s 49th feature is yet another homage to the Golden Age of Hollywood that  ticks off familiar themes of fate, class, doomed romance, guilt and, of course, his love/hate relationship with the movie industry. However,it never quite seems to know what it actually wants to be about.  Diviced into three acts, in the first, Jewish Bronx kid Bobby Dorfman (Jesse Eisenberg) decides he’s had enough of working for his jeweller father (Ken Stott) and moves to Hollywood, looking to get work with his uncle, Phil Stern (Steve Carell), Tinseltown’s hottest agent who takes him on as a sort of errand boy and promises to introduce him around. He also arranges for his secretary, Vonnie (Kristen Stewart) to show him the town. Naturally, besotted with her beauty and won over by her down to earth attitude in a town where everyone’s namedropping, he quickly falls for her. She’s fond of him too, but says she has a boyfriend. In fact, she’s actually Phil’s secret mistress, setting up a line in romantic farce when they both learn each want to marry the same woman.

The second part of the story flashes forward a few years. Bobby’s now back in New York, running his. charismatic gangster brother Ben’s (Corey Stoll) highly fashionable and successful nightclub, a well-known figure in café society  and married to divorcee Veronica (Blake Lively). Meanwhile his sister and her mild-mannered husband are having problems with the next door neighbor, something Ben takes it upon himself to fix.

The third act  kicks off when Phil and Vonnie turn up on a visit and, although both have changed, old feelings stir, then, after things with Ben take a turn, Bobby travels to L.A. and  again spends time with Vonnie, the film ending on New Year’s Eve with scenes set in the two cities.

Romantic melancholia is the overall tone, but Allen can’t resist the comedy side of things, at times running parallel to the main narrative (Ben’s habit of bumping people off and burying them in cement is played as a running joke), yet, at others, having no real bearing on proceedings, as in the admittedly funny but ultimately redundant scene in which Bobby organises a hooker only to turn out to be  her first ever client leading to them arguing over him just telling her to take the money.  Likewise, Bobby’s bicoastal benefactors (Parker Posey, Paul Schneider) always seem on the verge of a subplot without ever getting there

Inevitably there’s plenty of humorous one liners, but you can’t help feeling that the film is wandering around looking for a focus, but never quite finding it. Top of Form

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Captain Fantastic (15)

CaptainFantasticGiven the huge critical acclaim that’s been showered on this, it’s surprising to find it opening on only a handful of screens, and just one in the West Midlands. Despite what the title might suggest, this isn’t another super-hero offering, but rather an intendedly thoughtful look at alternative parenting in a world where education is poor,  capitalism and consumer culture is failing the new generation society in general is not fit for purpose. To which end,  anti-capitalist leftist Ben Cash (Viggo Mortensen) and wife Leslie (Trin Miller, only ever seen in flashback or dreams) have dropped out and now they and their kids, Bodevan (George MacKay), younger brother Rellian (Nicholas Hamilton) and variously aged sisters Kielyr (Samantha Isler), Nai (Charlie Shotwell) and Zaja (Shree Crooks), live in the forest wilderness of the Pacific Northwest,where they hunt and grow their own food (a knife is a much wished for present), listen to Bach and read Middlemarch and The Brothers Karamazov round the campfire, ready  to offer analysis at the drop of a hat. But there’s already simmering unrest (unknown to his father, Bo has been accepted into every Ivy League college going without sitting  single exam), and this  comes to a head when Ben learns that Leslie, who’s been hospitalised with depression, has killed herself.

Blaming Ben for his daughter’s death, influential  straight-laced father-in-law Jack (Frank Langella) threatens to have Ben arrested if he attends the funeral, but, persuaded by the kids, they nevertheless pile into the family bus and head off to New Mexico, not least to protest that Leslie’s being given a Christian send-off in strict denial of her will.

What ensues is a series of culture clashes as Jack and Ben butt heads and the kids discover a world they never really knew existed, leading Bo and  Rellian (who blames his father for his mother’s death) to increasingly challenge Ben and the way he’s raised them, at one point Bo, after an amusing encounter with a girl, exploding that all he knows about life has come from books. Eventually, unable to stop the funeral going ahead, Ben and the kids decided to liberate mom’s body and give her the send-off she wanted as they all father round singing sweet Home Alabama.

There is, at times, an air of Little Miss Sunshine about things, but the film is problematic in that it clearly wants audiences to sympathise with Ben’s attempts to give his children a richer life, but at times his actions and attitudes (at one point he leads them on a  shoplifting expedition as part of ‘the mission’, at others he wander around naked just to shock people) border on child abuse and you can well understand why Jack might feel the need to take custody. A scene where the family visit Ben’s sister (Kathryn Hahn) and brother-in-law (Steve Zahn) amusingly makes a point about school education (their kids have no idea what the Bill of Rights mean, his six-year-old  can humiliatingly deliver a treatise on them), but it also comes across as insufferably smug and sanctimonious.

Ben never addresses Jack’s core argument  as to what the kids will do when they have to live in the real world, and neither does the film, content to  close with a happy comprise after an incident leads Ben to ‘see the light’ about what his attitudes and actions could have resulted in.  There’s no truly serious critique of the philosophies  it espouses or rejects, largely offering the family’s life as a collection of endearing quirks punctuated with the occasional – and short-lived – eruptions of resentment (and only ever by the two boys),  the socio-politics ultimately boiling down to Cash family mantra,  “Power to the people. Stick it to the Man.”

The performances are terrific, with both Mortensen and Mackay like to secure award nominations, but some may find the gap between what you get and what the filmmakers think they’re giving too wide to comfortably accept. (Electric)

Cool and Crazy (15) A sort of Norwegian answer to  Buena Vista Social Club, except this documentary’s a group of men who find purpose, companionship and a sort of  fame, as members of a male voice choir,

David Brent’s Life on the Road (12A) Thirteen years on from the end of The Office,  BBC2’s mockumentary sitcom about a Slough paper company and its employees, headed up by office manager David Brent (Ricky Gervais), Gervais has revived the character who, now working as a rep  for a sanitary company, is approached by the documentary team for a where are they now follow-up, Brent decides to take one last stab at finding fame as a rock star. Resurrecting his band, Foregone Conclusion, with all new members, as well as rapper protege and token black mate Dom Johnson (Doc Brown) and forever exasperated  road manager/engineer Dan (Tom Basden), taking unpaid leave and cashing in his pensions to fund everything in the hope of getting a record deal.

Despite being unable to get more than a handful of low rent gigs within a limited radius of his home, he still stumps up for hotel rooms and a lavish tour bus (although the band make him follow in his own car).  Needless to say, while the tunes are catchy, Brent’s excruciating songs are as cringe-inducing as he is, they can’t pull audiences and the band regard him as an embarrassing idiot, he even has to pay them to have after-show drinks with him.

The pathos and the  character’s not changed, Brent still does the knowing to camera looks and remains  willfully oblivious to his lack of social skills. There is, however, although it takes time to admit it, an awareness that he has no friends and the tour is, essentially, about trying to find acceptance.  Although he laughs off the fact that, save for  the equally socially-inept  Nigel (Tom Bennett), all his bullying colleagues think he’s at best a pathetic joke, he’s blind to the fact that the supportive Pauline (Jo Hartley) harbours a secret crush.

Gervais delivers a constant stream of humour that is as uncomfortable as its is funny, but he’s also found a sentimental streak that brings unexpected poignancy  and vulnerability; even songs like Don’t Make Fun of the Disableds  are written with a genuine if mishandled compassion. There’s even has a happy ending.

At the end of the day, it’s an extended  Office spin-off. If you’re unaware of that,  this won’t be of interest and, if you are, you might wish Gervais had been bolder,  rather than just reheating things, but there’s still enough laughs to make it worth taking the trip. (MAC)

 

Don’t Breathe (15)

Dont-Breathe The best thrillers build their claustrophobic tension by dispensing with unnecessary subplots and by focusing on the events in hand. Although it takes a while to get going, this is one such. Stuck in an economically depressed Detroit small town, Rocky  (Jane Levy), Alex (Daniel Zovatto) and the  less likeable Money (Dylan Minette)  raise money by breaking into the homes of  the more well-to-do, aided by the fact that Money’s father runs a security firm, so he has access to the passcodes and gadgets than can circumvent the burglar alarms. Rocky just needs one big score so she can get away from her dead-beat mother and  her trash boyfriend.  Cue an isolated old house scoped out by Money, its sole occupant  a grizzled army veteran (Stephen Lang) blinded in the first Gulf war, whose daughter was killed by a hit and run rich girl. She got off free and he got a hefty settlement, which Money reckons  is stashed somewhere in the house. Although Alex has qualms about knocking over a blind guy, the three eventually decide to go for it.

However, although they dope his ferocious Rottweiler, the man himself proves less susceptible, realising there’s an intruder and swiftly taking out  Money. Now, Rocky and Alex find themselves trapped in a darkened house of which their intended victim knows every inch.

And that’s pretty much it as the pair’s increasingly desperate attempts to avoid their pursuer, all stubble, white hair and grubby vest,  and escape, preferably with the loot, regularly find them in an even worse situation.  Since that’s a fairly limited premise, the film, directed by Fede Alvarez, fresh off the back of his Evil Dead remake, introduces a little extra in which the blind man’s revealed to have a secret locked away that suddenly spins the moral compass and entails a rather unpleasant scene of sexual violence involving a turkey baster and Rocky suspended in a harness.

As with all such films, everyone proves surprisingly resilient, walking way from assorted  injuries and falls through windows, but, with the house a dimly lit and at times a blacked-out maze, Alvarez uses the shadows to ratchet up the intensity to a level that makes you forget the plot holes. Ultimately, effective though it is, it never quite lives up to the possibilities it offers and, inevitably, ends with the hint of a horror-franchise style sequel. Or maybe that’s just blind man’s bluff.  (Cineworld 5 Ways, NEC, Solihull;  Empire Great Park, Sutton Coldfield; Odeon Birmingham, Broadway Plaza, West Brom; Reel; Showcase Walsall; Vue Redditch,  Star City)

 

Finding Dory (U) Thirteen years after Finding Nemo  swam to Oscar glory, Pixar  have gone back into the water for a sequel, this time putting the focus on Dory (a terrific Ellen DeGeneres), the blue tang with short-term memory loss who helped grumpy clownfish Marlin (Albert Brooks) find and rescue his missing son, Nemo (Hayden Rolence).

Despite what the title suggests, it’s not just a simple rerun of the original. Yes, Dory goes missing and has to be rescued when she’s scooped up from the ocean and taken to the Marine Life Institute, a Californian fish hospital and conservation centre (with Sigourney Weaver as its audio tour guide) where its patients either become part of the exhibits before being returned to the ocean or are shipped to an aquarium in Cleveland.  However, this is less about Marlin and Nemo finding Dory, than Dory finding herself.

Following a flashback that shows her parents, Charlie (Eugene Levy) and Jenny (Diane Keaton), looking to protect her from coming to any harm because of her short-term memory loss and to always follow the shells that will lead her home, inevitably, things go wrong and Dory gets swept away, forgetting all about her home and her parents.  Fast forward to a year after Finding Nemo, and, after a knock on the head, the now grown Dory suddenly has a brief memory burst. She remembers her parents.

The details are fuzzy, but now she’s aware that she’s lost and  needs to find her family and home, which, as further flashes reveal, are  somewhere called Jewel of Morro Bay. And so, accompanied by Marlin and Nemo,  she sets off from the Great Barrier Reef  to California where she’s sure her parents will still be waiting for her.

And so, after a narrow escape from a giant squid ( in which Nemo’s almost killed, prompting Marlin to snap at Dory  “Go wait over there and forget. It’s what you do best”), the three friends finally arrive at the Institute.

Inside, Dory finds herself tagged and  informed by Hank (Ed O’Neill), a grumpy seven-tentacled octopus with chameleon-like abilities,  that this means she’ll be shipped off to Cleveland. However, if she agrees to give the tag to him (so he can have a peaceful specimen life in the aquarium), he’ll help her escape Quarantine and look for her parents.  What follows is a series of mishaps as Dory tries to get to the Open Ocean exhibit where she’s convinced her parents are being kept and Marlin and Nemo try to find Dory, all of which variously involves an excessively talkative oyster, a pair of territorial sea-lions (Dominic West and Idris Elba), a wild-eyed loon bird,  Dory’s short-sighted childhood whale shark friend Destiny (Kaitlin Olson) and Bailey (Ty Burrell), a beluga whale who’s convinced his echolocation no longer works.

As well the fraught journeys through the sunken wreck and the  Institute, unlikely as it may seem, the film also contrives to introduce a truck chase action climax that sees Ed taking a very tentacles-on role and is arguably the funniest sequence. In decided contrast to  the Touch Pool, which presents  the interactive exhibit from the terrifying perspective of those being handled and will surely make kids think twice next time they’re at some Sea-Life centre.

That Dory and her folks will be reunited is never in doubt, but even so the needle swings all across the emotional scales, surely likely to bring a lump to the throat when, echoing Marlin, our memory-challenged heroine asks herself  “what would Dory do?”   The theme of family is frequently sounded, but the film also reminds audiences to appreciate the moment and the things that make life worth remembering as well as, for all those who feel like outsiders, a reminder that they are not alone and to be who they are.  (Cineworld 5 Ways, NEC, Solihull;  Empire Great Park, Sutton Coldfield; Odeon Birmingham, Broadway Plaza, West Brom; Reel; Vue Redditch,  Star City)

Ghostbusters (12A) 32 years since the original spook-hunters, Bill Murray, Dan Akyroyd, Harold Ramis and Ernie Hudson, director Paul Feig has rebooted the comedy franchise, but with an all female team. Paranormal researcher Abby Yates (Melissa McCarthy) and ditzy physicist Erin Gilbert (Kristin Wiig) once wrote a book claiming that ghosts were real. And were roundly ridiculed.  They’ve not spoken to one another for years, but now the book has resurfaced online, threatening Erin’s chance of tenure at her prestigious university.

However, they get the chance to prove they were right when, starting with an incident at a heritage museum, New York is suddenly plagued by all manner of supernatural and paranormal manifestations, that leads the pair, along with Abby’s genius engineer lab partner  Jillian Holtzmann (Kate McKinnon) and Patty Tolan (Leslie Jones in Hudson’s TBC role but getting rather more and better lines), a  subway ticket officer and  amateur historian who provides this film’s Ecto-1, a converted hearse,  to become a spook fighting team, subsequently dubbed the Ghostbusters,  and go proton pack to slime to save Manhattan from an army of ghouls that have been set loose to destroy the world by some disgruntled  nutter (Neil Casey) in revenge for being treated as a freak.

Joining the ensemble is Chris Hemsworth doing droll comic relief as their hunky but slightly dim  sexually objectified receptionist Kevin. Unfortunately, that and a ghost that takes the giant shape of the team’s logo are the only notes of originality here. Rather than try and establish a whole new Ghostbusters universe, the film seem set on reminding everyone of the original. Not only are there cameos from  Murray, Aykroyd (who gets to deliver  the “I ain’t afraid of no ghosts” line),  Hudson and Sigourney Weaver, but there’s the green glowing  Slimer, a rework of the theme song, a nod to the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, the familiar  green ectoplasm vomiting and the same fire station HQ, not to mention the uniforms and weapons bearing  close resemblance to those in the  original. Indeed, the film just seems too busy reminding audiences of the earlier movie to give it an identity of its own. Although, at times, McCarthy and Wiig seem to be doing their usual routines, the foursome bounce off one another amusingly enough and the ghosts are slightly scarier. On the other hand, a brief one line cameo by Ozzy Osbourne as himself is squirmingly embarrassing. Although it’s opened well here to generally positive reviews, response in America has been less  enthusiastic and it’s been denied a release in China, the world’s second biggest market, suggesting that, whatever the end credits might hint, it’s unlikely to scare up a  sequel.  (Vue Star City)

 

Hell or High Water  (15)

hell-or-high-waterFollowing gritty prison drama Starred Up,  Scottish director David Mackenzie makes his American feature debut with an excursion into Texas noir territory courtesy of a script by Sicario’s Taylor Sheridan.  Set in a dying West Texas dustbowl of foreclosures, debt billboards and boarded up buildings, it wastes no time in opening with a bank robbery, two men in ski masks storming into a small Texas Midlands bank, but then having to wait until the manager arrives to open the safe.

The men are brothers Toby (Chris Pine) and Tanner (Ben Foster) Howard, the former a divorced down on his luck rancher, the latter a sociopathic ex-con with an aggressive streak. He’s agreed to help Toby rob enough Texas Midland branches to raise the cash to stave off the bank’s  foreclosure on the family ranch as the debt owed by their recently deceased mother falls due. Toby wants to keep the ranch in the family and put in trust for his two sons, for whom he’s never really been there. Especially since oil’s just been found on the land. Tanner just likes the thrill.

As the robberies are too small to interest the big boys, soon to retire Texas Ranger Marcus Hamilton (Jeff Bridges) and his long-suffering half-Comanche partner, Alberto (Gil Birmingham), the butt of his good natured racial stereotype insults, are drafted in, the former gradually piecing together a pattern and joining the dots to figure out where the pair will eventually strike.

Before it gets to the inevitable shoot-out climax, Mackenzie takes time to trace the relationship between the two sets of mismatched men, playing the Marcus and Alberto scenes with a dry humour while focusing the emotional content on the brothers, but all the while keeping the film’s state of the nation political themes (the little guy vs. the bankers) clearly in focus. There’s a nice use of scene mirroring too in Toby’s encounter with a diner’s sympathetic and equally struggling waitress  and Marcus and Alberto’s less friendly (but very funny) encounter with her mean-tongued aged counterpart (Margaret Bowman) in another steakhouse.

As you might imagine, there’s a strong Western flavour to proceedings with frequent references to the dying breed of cowboys as well as subtly suggesting the banks  and the ranchers to be the cavalry and Native-Americans, respectively,   and the film is careful to avoid any black and white moralising as regards the brothers’ motivations and actions, bringing instead a sense of fate and destiny that culminates in a High Sierra-like desert stand-off.

There’s a certain predictability (there’s  clear hints as to who lives and who dies), but equally times when it takes you to unexpected places, closing on an emotionally resonant open-ended coda. The core performances are excellent, Pine carrying a weight of  guilt and obligation in his eyes, Foster always suggesting Tanner might kick off at any moment, but never less than loyal to his brother, while Bridges delivers a quietly understated but compelling turn.  It’s a well-crafted, slow burn, tense affair that could well loom large come awards season.  (Cineworld 5 Ways, NEC, Solihull;  Electric; Empire Great Park, Sutton Coldfield; Everyman; Odeon Broadway Plaza, West Brom; Reel; Showcase Walsall)

 

Jason Bourne (12A) Nine years after what everyone assumed would be the last of their Bourne partnership, Matt Damon and director Paul Greengrass have reunited for a third  outing that adds further details to Bourne’s backstory and introduces another CIA black ops programme with even wider global ramifications than Treadstone.

It involves a clandestine alliance between bureau director Dewey (Tommy Lee Jones at his craggiest) and Kallor (Riz Ahmed) a social media guru about to launch a new platform called Deep Dream that promises total privacy; except, that’s not quite the case behind the scenes. Information on this, an operation known as Iron Hand, and all other CIA black ops has been hacked by former operative Nicky Parsons (Julia Stiles) who’s now working with liberty activist Christian Dassault. Dewey needs to shut Parsons down before she goes public, to which end he assigns a professional hitman, known only as the Asset (Vincent Cassel) to take her out.

Unfortunately, she’s made contact Jason Bourne (Damon) who, memory back, has gone off the grid and spends his time at bare knuckle fights. She draws him in by revealing there was more to his father’s part in Treadstone that he knows. And more about his own involvement too. Flashing back to his father’s death, allegedly at the hands of terrorists, Bourne senses all is not what some want him to think, and so agreement is made.

It’ll come as no surprise to learn that Parson’s doesn’t make it to the end credits, leaving Bourne globe-hopping (Greece, Berlin, London, Washington, LA), pursued by the Asset (for whom this kill is personal), in his search for the truth behind his father’s death and to expose those responsible for the latest conspiracy, Dewey especially. Also in the mix is Heather Lee (Alicia Vikander), an ambitious operative who persuades (or so she thinks) Dewey to let her take charge and try and bring Bourne back in. Needless to say, there’s double crosses and secret agendas wherever you look.

Featuring two breathtaking ultra-octane chases through the streets of Athens and LA, respectively, there’s not an ounce of fat anywhere, be it the complex screenplay with its various twists and turns, or in Greengrass’ dizzying direction which races from one hard-hitting sequence to the next.

It goes without saying that Damon is electrifying as the perfect weapon who also has a conscience and sense of guilt about who and what he is, while Cassel is a perfect ruthless  assassin, Jones is his usual dry and complex self and Vikander, with her ambiguous motives,  reps a solid entry into the franchise should a further instalment be on the cards.   (Vue Redditch,  Star City)

 

Kubo and the Two Strings (PG)

kubo 3A combination of CGI and stop motion animation, the latest from Laika, begins with a voice announcing   “If you must blink, do it now” as, set in afeudal Japan,  it  opens with a woman in a small boat battling against mountainous waves with the help of her magical shamisen, a traditional Japanese three-stringed lute. Washed up on the shore with her  one-eyed baby, the film flashes forward, the child, now grown to a boy, Kubo (Art Parkinson), spending his nights caring for his mother, who drifts in and out of a sort of catatonic depression  in their mountain top cave, and his days telling stories to the local villagers, using the shamisen to create animated origami shapes, most particularly that of a samurai based on Hanzo, his father, who died saving them from the Moon King (Ralph Fiennes), Kubo’s grandfather, who took his son’s eye. Unfortunately, Kubo never gets to end his stories as he must always be back in the cave before night falls.

However, one day, after an old dear (Brenda Vaccaro) tells him how the villagers honour those who have passed on by conjuring their spirits in lanterns, Kubo seeks to do the same with his father. Nothing happens, but as the sun goes down a cloud of darkness forms, from which emerge The Sisters (Rooney Mara), the twin daughters of the Moon King, come to take his other eye. Rescued by his mother, seemingly at the cost of her life, Kubo finds himself alone – save for a no-nonsense talking monkey (Charlize Theron), the talisman that’s been brought to life in his mother’s last magical act.

Learning that,  to defeat the Moon King, he must finds his father’s lost indestructible sword and powerful armour, the pair (and the origami Hanzo) are joined on their quest by a samurai that once served Kubo’s father and is now cursed to take the form of a humanoid beetle (Matthew McConaughey channelling George Clooney) who’s ace with a bow, but comes up a little short in the brains department. As the tale unfolds, further secrets are revealed about Kubo’s family background and protectors.

Drawing on Japanese mythology, the story is as enchanting and mysterious as the setting within which it unfolds and the metaphors it embraces.  Visually breathtaking, it mixes action, adventure and humour with a liberal helping of philosophy about family, loyalty and the value of memories, though the meaning of the title never becomes clear until the final showdown between Kubo and his grandfather. In keeping with its interwoven spiritual themes of family, loss, grief and how those who have passed live on, it also substitutes vengeance for forgiveness and redemption in a climax and coda that are unexpectedly very moving. The race for the Animation Oscar just got very interesting.   (Cineworld 5 Ways, NEC, Solihull;  Empire Great Park, Sutton Coldfield; Everyman; Odeon Birmingham, Broadway Plaza, West Brom; Reel; Showcase Walsall; Vue Redditch,  Star City)

 

Lights Out (15)  Produced by James Wan, but directed by first timer David Sandberg, this is based on his short film of the same name in which a woman switches a light on and off, and every time it is a off a female figure is framed in a doorway, the film ending in a scream. It remains the most effective thing here, this time taking place in a textile factory and culminating in the death of the owner, Paul. He’s father to young son Martin (Gabriel Bateman) who’s concerned that his mentally-ill mother, Sophie (Maria Bello) seems to spend a lot of time talking to an imaginary friend. That and the noises he hears a night mean he’s not sleeping, to which end the school nurse contacts his older step-sister, Rebecca (Teresa Palmer), who, recalling her own similar experiences,  takes him off to the flat above a tattoo parlour she sometime shares with arms-length boyfriend Bret (Alexander DiPersia).

So much for set up. With Martin having to return to his mom. Rebecca starts digging round and miraculously comes across cassette tape from her mother’s childhood days in a mental hospital  that, conveniently  starting from the necessary expositionary moment, reveals she had a mentally disturbed fellow patient friend named Diana who died during the course of some experimental light treatment. Could it be the same Diana mom talks to and whose long-taloned, wild-haired figure is framed in the  bedroom doorway back home and attacks both her and Martin! So they and Bret decide to stage an intervention with bipolar Sophie.

All of which makes for some predictable but clunky  jolt moments and various characters’ (including two cops) obligatory stupid decisions as everyone contrives to find different (and, it must be said, sometimes ingenious) ways to keep the place lit up. Which is fine as far as it goes. Unfortunately, it doesn’t go that far. The screenplay feels half-formed and has some woefully bad dialogue while the whole subject of mental illness is never used for anything more than a plot device. And, despite  his grisly death at the start, there’s barely any subsequent mention of Paul and it remains vague as to what happened to his predecessor. As the original short suggested, there was real scare potential in the concept. A pity so little of it made its way into the full length version.  (Odeon Broadway Plaza; Vue Redditch,  Star City)

Mechanic: Resurrection (15) A  sequel to the  2011 remake of the Charles Bronson original, having boosted his status with Spy and the Fast and Furious series, Jason Statham takes several steps back in reprising the role of Arthur Bishop, an assassin for hire whose specialty is making his hits look like accidents.  Having retired and gone to ground, he’s tracked down by some woman whose boss wants him to do three kills. Bishop declines rather physically manner and heads off to Thailand where Michelle Yeoh is hanging around wondering what happened to the rest of her scenes. At which point the film sort of starts all over again as Gina (Jessica Alba), who’s dedicated her life to looking after local orphans, is blackmailed into trying to trap him into taking the contract. Almost overnight, she inexplicably becomes the love of Arthur’s life, which means she’s now ripe to be kidnapped and held to ransom until he carries out the murders. If you can follow the incoherent script, it seems that the Brit behind all this (Sam Hazeldine) has some sort of connection to Bishop’s past,  and the ones he wants killed are all unsavoury arms-dealing characters, one of whom is an African dictator now in a  maximum security prison, one’s a multi-millionaire living in a high security Australian high rise and the third is a distracted Tommy Lee Jones with a naff goatee who’s turned up to collect the paycheck for a couple of hours playing someone in Bulgaria who has a pen full of nuclear submarines.

If you’ve seen the trailer with Bishop suspended by suction pads,  cracking the class of  a  high rise swimming pool, you’ve seen the only moment of inspiration, the film eventually descending into a ludicrous showdown onboard  a luxury boat. Statham puts in more effort than the film deserves, but everything else is workmanlike at best. It does what it says on the tin, but that’s a very short sentence. (Odeon Broadway Plaza; Showcase Walsall; Vue Star City)

 Nerve (15) A cautionary satire on the dangers of social media peer pressure and cyberspace obsession, driven by an terrific performance from Emma Roberts, this is arguably the best sci-fi thriller since Ex Machina. Directed by Henry Joost and Ariel Schulman, who made the Facebook-fuelled documentary Catfish, with  a neon glow lighting design that contrasts with the narrative’s dark heart, the premise revolves around an online game in which those involved are either Watchers or Players. Players receive dares to complete, for which they’re rewarded by payments to their bank account, while the Watchers watch  on their mobile phones and computers and  are encouraged to come up with dares.

A risk-averse high school senior who lives with her nurse mom (Juliette Lewis) and whose elder brother died shortly after graduation, Vee (Roberts) is goaded by wild child friend and Nerve star Syd (Emily Meade) into becoming a  player, much to the disapproval of Tommy (Miles Heizer), the obligatory loyal friend with a secret crush. Her first dare is to kiss a stranger, who  Vee elects to be the guy in the diner who just happens to be reading her favourite book, To The Lighthouse. Naturally, this also turns out to be no accident. Motorbike-riding Ian (Dave Franco) is also a player and the book is down to the fact that, once you join Nerve, all your online information is hacked into the system.

And so, Ian and Vee embark on a series of escalating dares that range from trying on expensive clothes to riding the motorbike  at 60mph blindfolded. As Vee soars to the top of the ranking, prompting friction with Syd. another player (who has history with Ian) also enters the equation; things get dangerously out of control, leading Vee to talk to a cop. Which, in Nerve, is a no no as “snitches get stitches”, leading to the final life or death mob mentality gladiatorial climax while Tommy races against the clock to try and shut the game down.

Eat times echoing The Hunger Games, it’s a cautionary critique of the digital age where people use fake online ids and a vicarious cyberspace existence numbs their actual humanity, served up as a pulse-pounding, visually striking thriller that keeps you hooked even when you know you’re being played.  (Vue Star City)

 

Nine Lives (PG)

9 lives 3A self-absorbed, ego-driven billionaire, Tom Brand (Kevin Spacey), CEO of Firebrand,  is obsessed with building the biggest building in New York. Unfortunately, it turns out a rival in Chicago may be 60 foot taller, something his top executive (Mark Conseulos) failed to be aware of.  With the opening just a few days away, Brand is so consumed with the building that he’s totally forgotten daughter Rebecca’s (Malina Weissman) upcoming 11th birthday. But that should be no surprise, career-driven Brand’s single-minded obsession with being the best and wealthiest, means he’s always putting family second. It’s already seen him divorced from one wife, Martini-swigging Madison (Cheryl Hines), and he could be well on the way  to a second, from Lara (Jennifer Garner). Nor does he have much time for  David (Robbie Amell), the  son from his first marriage, who works for him, but who he regards as ineffectual and weak.

In trying to come up with a suitable gift for Rebecca, he’s eventually persuaded to get  her what she actually wants, a cat, despite the fact that he personally hates them. To which end, he fetches up at Purrkins, a back alley pet shop run by Felix Perkins (Christopher Walken) who instinctively judges Brand to be in  need of a moral awakening.  However, taking a  detour to meet with Ian en route to Rebecca’s party, Brand ends up falling from his building’s roof, crashing through a window and landing in a  coma. His consciousness, however, winds up inside the cat and,  while his body lies in hospital, Mr Fuzzypants is taken in by his wife and daughter.

Brand’s  best attempts to let his family know he’s trapped in the cat come to nothing and, visited by Purrkins, he’s told he will stay there until he understands why it happened – but that time is running out. Meanwhile, despite David’s efforts to stop him, Ian’s pressing ahead with his plan to sell off the company.

Directed by Barry Sonnenfeld, it’s received almost unanimously scathing reviews. And yes, it’s no masterpiece. Spacey is fine in human form as the supercilious Brand, but his  work as the cat’s inner voice sounds phoned in. The parenting message about discovering what matters in life is family is nothing new and,  while clearly aimed at kids, the whole storyline about corporate backstabbing won’t mean a thing to them.

However, that said, Walken  is a sly treat  and the Fuzzypants footage (clearly inspired by YouTube cat videos), which includes the cat pouring itself a bowl of Scotch,  is frequently very funny  and never less than entertaining. And, who hasn’t wanted to use his ex-wife’s expensive handbag as a litter tray! (Odeon Broadway Plaza; Reel; Vue Redditch,  Star City)

 

Pete’s Dragon (PG)  The original 1977 version of the latest Disney remake was a strange mix of live action, animation and songs involving a young orphan who hooks up with a magical green and pink dragon, whom he names Elliot and whose unseen antics get the boy labelled as a source of bad luck by the local fishing village folk. The plot also involved a shortage of fish, a medicine show charlatan and a lighthouse.

Mercifully very little of this has made its way into the new 80s-set version, wherein four-year-old Pete (winningly played by Oakes Fegley) is orphaned in a car crash o and winds up spending the next six years living in the forest (touches of The Jungle Book) with his invisibility-powered green friend and protector dragon, whom he names Elliot after the dog in his storybook.

One day, spotting  forest ranger Grace Meacham (Bryce Dallas Howard) exploring near their cave, he steals her compass and, curious, sneaks down to the lumber company camp run by her fiancé, Jack (Wes Bentley), and his brother, Gavin (Karl Urban), for a closer look. Spotted by Jack’s young daughter, Natalie (Oona Laurence), he’s taken into town to be looked after. Naturally, Elliot, unaware of what’s happened to his young chum, comes looking. Meanwhile, ignoring his brother’s orders to ease up on the logging, Gavin also stumbles across Elliot and determines to capture him as a sideshow attraction.

Eventually realising that her grizzled wood-carver father’s (Robert Redford) tall tales of having seen the so-called Millhaven dragon when he was young aren’t that tall after all, Grace, her dad, Pete and Natalie also set off to find Elliot.

Unfolding at a gentle pace, well-acted, delivering a nicely understated, but deeply emotional message about friendship, home and family and sensitively directed by David Lowery, this is an  old-fashionedly wholesome  delight that successfully balances state of the art CGI with real character depth. It should, however, be said that the crash which leaves Pete orphaned and his subsequent encounter with wolves are genuinely dark and scary and likely to upset very young children.

However, from the moment the dragon appears, despite the tense action sequences later in the film, the tone is far warmer, his dog-like features and personality, not to mention the flying sequences, bringing to mind The Never-Ending Story, just as the bond between Pete and Elliot recalls How To Train Your Dragon. The original film may have been one of Disney’s less successful outings, but this is up there among its very best.  (Odeon Birmingham, Broadway Plaza, West Brom; Reel; Vue Redditch,  Star City; from Mon: MAC)

 

The Purge – Election Year (15)

purgeThe third of the series finds  Senator Charlie Roan (Elizabeth Mitchell), the only family  survivor from a purge 18 years earlier,  as a presidential candidate with a pledge to bring Purge Night to an end. A manifesto that doesn’t sit well with the elite New Founding Fathers of America and their own candidate Minister Edwige Owens (Kyle Secor), to which end, the NFFA leader (Raymond J Barry) proposes changing the rules to make everyone, senators included, eligible targets.

When her supposed safe house is blown, Roan ends up on the run from both the mercenaries hired to kill her and the crazy fanatics who’d do it just for the fun. Initially, her only protection is her Secret Service bodyguard, Leo Barnes (Frank Grillo, reprising his character from the previous film) but  they’re soon reinforced by Joe Dixon (Mykelti Williamson), who’s decided to protect his convenience store himself, and his assistant Marcos (Joseph Julian Soria), after being threatened by a couple of bad attitude schoolgirls.  Also in the mix is Laney (Betty Gabriel), a former bad girl who now cruises the streets on Purge Night in a triage van, and Dante Bishop (Edwin Hodge), the leader of the anti-Purge movementwho’s planning to assassinate Owens.

Essentially a prolonged series of run, fight, hide, run sequences, complete with a liberal amount of killings,  it inevitably ends up with a race against the clock to save Roan from the NFFA, but director James DeMonaco orchestrates these with a relentless energy, even if it often s feel like a re-run of   Olympus/London Has Fallen. Politically, its satirical liberal/fascist debate (the NFFA want to kill off the poor to cut back on benefit costs) and pop psychology about our inner beasts hasn’t significantly advanced over the trilogy, but it must be said that the Trump/Clinton showdown does give it a decided extra timely resonance. (Odeon Broadway Plaza;  Vue Star City)

 

Sausage Party (15)

saus 4Bringing a whole new meaning to the term crudités, this is  a frequently hilarious and constantly  foul-mouthed animation reminiscent of Team America that takes a food’s eye view of life in and beyond the supermarket.  Sitting on the shelves, the food can’t wait to be taken out into the Great Beyond by the gods (the customers), to where paradise awaits. At least that’s what the song they all sing every morning promises.

Particularly excited about the upcoming celebrations are Frank (a sausage, voiced by Seth Rogan ) and Brenda (a hotdog bun, voiced by Kristen Wiig), who are looking forward to him slipping inside her. However, when Frank gets separated from his friends, Carl (Jonah Hill) and the slightly imperfect Barry (Michael Cera) and he and Brenda are left behind in the store, they embark on a journey across the shop floor that brings them into contact with a bickering Jewish bagel (Edward Norton) and an Arabic flatbread (David Krumholtz), a lesbian Taco ( Salma Hayek) and Firewater  (Bill Hader), a bottle of Native American booze, who confirms to Frank that the stories about the gods are lies – and that the purpose of food is to be eaten by humans.

As Barry has a narrow escape from being sliced open and targets a local stoner (James Franco) in an attempt to get back to the store, Frank tries to warn the others while he and the others are pursued by a feminine hygiene douche (Nick Kroll) bent on revenge. All of which involves a constant stream of expletives and sexual innuendo, but also, as, er, food for thought,  some subversive satirical socio-political commentary, swipes at national stereotypes and organised religion, a message about not letting prejudice blind us to what we have in common  and even a chewing gum version of Stephen Hawking and a literal singing Meatloaf.

There’s a sense of genuine horror at seeing a  potato being skinned alive or baby carrots being chomped to pieces, while everything climaxes in a quite literal food orgy. Rude food indeed, you’ll never hear a frankfurter squeal in the microwave quite the same way again. (Cineworld 5 Ways, NEC, Solihull;  Empire Great Park, Sutton Coldfield; Everyman; Odeon Birmingham, Broadway Plaza, West Brom; Reel; Showcase Walsall; Vue Redditch,  Star City)

The Secret Life of Pets (U) The latest from the team behind Despicable Me suggests that, when you leave the house in the morning, your pets aren’t just curled up in their baskets waiting for you to come home. When his owner brings home  Duke (Eric Stonestreet), a scruffy mongrel with abandonment issues, her terrier, Max (Louie CK), finds his life isn’t as cushy as it used to be. However, in his attempt rid himself this rival, following a run-in with a bunch of collar-stealing alley cats, the pair end up captured by New York’s Animal Control, prompting a rescue mission across Manhattan from their four-legged friends, among them sardonic fat cat Chloe (Lake Bell) and headed up by  Gidget (Jenny Slate), a feisty Pomeranian with a big crush on Max and some hidden kung fu skills, who enlists the help of red-tailed hawk Tiberius (Albert Brooks) and Pops (Dana Carvey), a half-paralysed old Basset Hound bloodhound fitted with a set of wheels.

Meanwhile, Max and Duke have to learn to work together when they’re first forced to join up with and then find themselves on the run from Snowball (Kevin Hart), a crazy former magician’s white bunny who’s assembled an army of abandoned pets, the Flushed Pets, who live in the sewers and have vowed revenge on all domesticated pets and their owners.

Essentially, it’s an animal version of Toy Story with Max as Woody and Duke as Buzz Lightyear, the interloper competing for their owner’s affections, but it doesn’t have the same emotional depth, nor is it as clever as Disney’s recent  Zootopia. There’s also too many peripheral characters to give them all the time they warrant and, after an often hilarious start, the plot gradually descends into a series of action movie chases.

However, impressively animated and taken at a nifty pace, it’s never less than fun and serves up an inevitable message about friendship and family. Just keep the kids away from the pet shop on the way home. (Odeon Birmingham, Broadway Plaza, West Brom; Vue Redditch,  Star City)

The Shallows (15)  It’s been 13 years since the last decent shark movie (Open Water), but finally, Spanish director Jaume Collet-Serra has come up with another good reason not to go into the water. Dispensing with subplots and  supporting characters (unless you count a seagull with an injured wing), this strips everything down to basics with just Blake Lively as Texan Nancy Adams, a med student who’s thinking of dropping out following her mother’s death from cancer and has come to surf the same secret Mexican beach mom went to when she was pregnant, both in honour of her mother and to try and make sense of the loss. Given a lift to the beach by one of the local, when she arrives, there’s a couple of local guys already surfing, but, as a young boy watching footage on a helmet camera in the preamble shows, they’re not going to be around long.

Everything’s perfect  until her board is rammed by a shark, which also leaves her leg with a gaping wound. Managing to make it to, first a dead whale and then a jagged reef,  she fails to attract the guys’ attention and, resigned to having to spend the night there, improvises some self-surgery on the wound. Hope is briefly raised the next day, only to be quickly dashed, and, when the Mexican brothers meet their grisly end, she’s again left alone with the wounded gull. The tide is rising, meaning the rock will soon be submerged, and the great white’s circling, but Nancy’s determined that she’s not going to die here. If only she can make it to the bobbing metal buoy just a few yards away.

That’s all there is to the plot, but, although the tacked on sentimental coda is a decided anti-climax,  Collet-Serra wrings every ounce of tension from his survivalist thriller, delivering any number of shark-eye shots of Lively’s board and legs and a false shock before the man-eater swims into the picture and it becomes a duel to the death.

Lively gives a terrific physical and emotional performance as the resolute Nancy  and, despite some iffy effects shots of the shark, the final showdown is a real crowd rouser. If you want to go deep, you can see the whole thing as a metaphor to find a reason to go on living with the seagull as her guardian angel mother, but far better to just enjoy it for the quality B-movie pulp that it is. (Vue  Star City)

Star Trek Beyond (12A) The third in the rebooted franchise sees Fast and Furious director Justin Lin behind the camera with Simon Pegg, who also plays Scotty, stepping up to share screenplay duties.  As such, once it gets going, you know it’s going to go full throttle, serving up some of the most visually spectacular set pieces in the series. The problem is that the plot and the action are sometimes unclear and  hard to follow.

The crux is that  Krall (Idris Elba), the  lizard-faced alien who brings down the USS Enterprise, is after some ancient artefact  so he can destroy the Federation, although quite how the thing works is never really specified and, even when his motivation is finally revealed in the last real, it’s still somewhat vague. However, , rather like the dynamic involving Kirk (Chris Pine) and his crew, it’s not dissimilar to that of Khan in Into Darkness, albeit with a different personal twist. And, of course, the whole thing about a multicultural team working together for each other as a family is something with which Lin is very familiar.

While the Enterprise crew are on downtime during their ongoing five year mission, with Kirk reflecting on his upcoming birthday and Spock (Zachary Quinto) contemplating a return to New Vulcan, a female alien arrives at Yorktown, a mammoth orbiting Federation outpost, telling how her crew have been stranded on a rocky planet. Only the Enterprise has the capacity to rescue them, but travelling through the unstable nebula will put them out of communication with HQ.  Naturally, the whole thing’ a trap, Krall using a swarm of bee -ike mechanical drones and  pretty much tearing the Enterprise apart, forcing the surviving crew to abandon ship as it crash-lands on the planet.

Initially separated,  Scotty (who, whaddya know, gets a lot more screen time) encounters Jaylah (Sofia Boutella), a warrior with kabuki-like black face markings who tells him she escaped from Krall’s prison compound (where he drains the life force of captives to keep him alive) and  turns out to be living in an early model Starfleet ship that went missing decades earlier.

Meanwhile, elsewhere Bones (Karl Urban)  is tending to a wounded Spock and keeping their friendly bickering going, while, having discovered the deception,  Kirk and Chekhov (the late Anton Yelchin) are intent on keeping Krall from getting his hands on the artefact and finding the rest of the crew, who, Uhura (Zoe Saldana), whose romance with Spock has broken up, and Sulu (John Cho) among them, are being held prisoner.

Suffice to say, those still free eventually get back together and set out to rescue the others, although, too late to stop Krall and his drones taking  off to attack Yorktown, thereby setting up the final showdown that makes effective use of  Jaylah’s inherited “loud and distracting” music library.

All of this is solidly told, but never quite gets into fifth gear excitement. On the other hand, it does echo  the spirit of the original TV series with the character relationships, banter and general philosophy. The performances are, as you would expect, accomplished, the cast fully settled into their characters, Quinto especially good as Spock (the film also has a nod to the passing of Leonard Nimoy, as well as a nostalgic photographic tip of the hat to the original cast).

Ultimately, it doesn’t hit push any frontiers or boldly go anywhere the franchise hasn’t already been, but it does deliver  solid  interstellar fun. (Empire Great Park; Showcase Walsall; Vue Redditch,  Star City)

 

Suicide Squad (15)

SS-07566rDespite overwhelmingly bad reviews, while undeniably flawed, it’s nowhere near the unwatchable disaster critics claim.In a nutshell, following the death of Superman, single-minded secret-service hawk Amanda Waller (Viola Davis) plans to recruit a squad of super-villains, most of them currently in a top security prison courtesy of Batman (Ben Affleck), as a disposable asset to combat any possible future  meta-human threat. When one of them goes rogue, the others, led by their military handler, are sent in to evacuate a top asset from Midway City, which is  under attack by a two super-powered supernatural entities planning to destroy humankind.

All of this requires a lengthy set-up, opening with Waller running down her proposed Task Force for the benefit of her fellow suits. And so, those not familiar with the minor bad guys in the DC universe get lengthy individual bios and flashbacks about: deadly assassin but caring father Deadshot (Will Smith); punk Harley Quinn (Robbie), a  former Arkham Asylum psychiatrist who fell for the Joker (Jared Leto) and lost her mind after being electroshocked; Australian bank robber Captain Boomerang (Jai Courtney); reluctant firestarter Diablo (Jay Hernandez);  the reptilian Killer Croc (Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje); and Enchantress (Carla Delevingne), a witch from another dimension who inhabits the body of  archaeologist Dr. June Moone, who happens to be  the girlfriend of Navy SEAL Rick Flag (Joel Kinnaman) who has the job of keeping them all in line, and detonating the explosive in the neck if they step out of it.  For the mission, they’re also joined by rope  artist Slipknot (Adam Beach) and deadly Samurai warrior Katana (Karen Fukuhara), one of the good guys whose sword holds the soul of her dead husband. As you might imagine keeping tabs on everyone is often unwieldy (spoiler –the cast will be smaller in the sequel), especially whenever  it takes time out to add extra backstory to give them a sympathetic side.

Anyways, having  cut loose from Flag and resurrected her brother, the Enchantress is setting  about building an army of transformed humans  and some sort of machine that will end the world (like all such gizmos, this involves a lot of lightning and things swirling round in the sky). Meanwhile, the Joker is determined to get his girl back.

Although it sometimes stumbles, director David Ayer  manages to just about hold things together and the set pieces and battles are undeniably well handled and thrill-packed. Inevitably, some characters fare better than others, Smith gets plenty of smart lines and Robbie is clearly the main male-fantasy visual attraction as well as the most vibrant presence. Diabolo’s internal conflict makes him interesting, but the  other squad members don’t really register, a badly-served Delevingne especially coming off  a blank.  On the other hand, it’s arguably Wills who gives the most chilling performance as the ‘whatever is necessary for national security’ Waller.

Despite the advance hype, while the laugh may be effective, Leto’s Joker is something of a let down, having none of the sly Nicholson charm or Ledger’s inspired lunacy, although at one point he does seem to be channelling Marlon Brando’s Godfather.

The film wants to be dark, but ends up  not quite  having the courage of its convictions, to the extent of delivering messages about the value of family that wouldn’t be out of place in a Disney movie. Whatever fun this may have to offer,  that surely  can’t be what anyone expected.  (Cineworld NEC;  Empire Great Park, Sutton Coldfield; Odeon Birmingham, Broadway Plaza; Showcase Walsall; Vue Redditch,  Star City)

 

Swallows and Amazons (PG)          

swallowsPublished in 1930, Arthur Ransome’s  novel is a relic of a bygone era, when childhood thrills were  to be found in playing pirates and camping out and children’s stories espoused good old fashioned wholesomeness with plucky fresh-faced boys and girls overcoming adults who were frequently up to no good.  This new adaptation, the first feature by Phillipa Lowthorpe, the director of the BBC’s Cider With Rosie, makes no attempt to modernise things, and often has the feel of one of those old Children’s Film Foundation outings, but does expand on the book by drawing on Ransome’s own background to make the character of Jim Turner (Rafe Spall) a travel writer who doubles as a spy and  is being pursued by a  couple of Russian agents looking to retrieve the military secrets  he stole.

This expands on the book’s original adventure that sees the four Walker children, Susan (Orla Hill), somewhat petulant John (Dane Hughes)  and youngsters Roger (Bobby McCulloch) and Tatty (Teddie-Rose Malleson-Allen), taken to the Lake District for the summer holiday by mom (Kelly Macdonald) while dad’s away with the Royal Navy, sailing out in Swallow, the dinghy owned by the couple (Harry Enfield, Jessica Hynes) with whom they’re staying, and laying claim to an island in the middle of Coniston Water. However, having set up their tents, they discover the island is also claimed by two other children, Nancy (a star turn by Seren Hawkes) and Peggy (Hannah Jayne Thorp) Brackett, whose boat is named Amazon and whose  tetchy uncle is  Turner, whom the Walker kids encountered on the train down and who lives on a houseboat.

The rivalry over ownership of the island and the abduction of Turner come together to provide the film’s narrative, an old fashioned melodrama that has to do with themes of courage, friendship and being jolly good sorts. Filmed in a straightforward manner with some lovely landscape shots, terrific period design and solid performances by the five young leads, this may not very zeitgeist, but it’s as cosily entertaining and  British as tea and buttered toast on a Sunday afternoon.  (Odeon West Brom)

Things to Come (12A) Her mother dies, she’s fired from her job and  her  husband’s cheating on her, but philosophy teacher Isabelle Huppert still manages to soldier on in this French drama. (Mon-Thu, MAC)

 

War Dogs (15)

war dogs 2A change of pace after directing the  Hangover trilogy, this finds Todd Phillips taking on a political moral fable that, much like American Hustle, shows the uglier side of the seduction of the American Dream. It’s  based on the true story  of  David Packouz and Efraim Diveroli, former high school friends who, in the mid 2000s, joined forces  to become arms dealers, selling weapons to the U.S military, making millions by bidding on small scale contracts.

Attending a friend’s funeral, Packouz (Miles Teller), a professional masseuse,  reunites with the flashy foul-mouthed Diveroli (Jonah Hill), who’s moved back to town and invites him to a meeting at his makeshift company office and invites him to join  AEY (the name providing a particularly good joke later on). Basically, he explains, he scours the lists of military contracts up for tender to find the ‘crumbs’ that no one else is likely to bid on, then goes shopping on the military equivalent of  E-Bay to get the weaponry.  Although David and girlfriend Iz (Ana de Armas), are against the war, as Efraim argues, this isn’t about the war, it’s about money.  Also, David’s snear bankrupt after his scheme to sell Egyptian cotton sheets to old folks homes flopped and Iz is expecting; and what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her.

Things get off to a hairy start when they end up driving truckload of pistols from Jordan to the US military base in Baghdad through Iraq’s so called Triangle of Death. However, it puts their name on the map and before long, bankrolled by a Jewish dry clean chain owner  (Kevin Pollak), the business is expanding. The crunch comes when they win a $300 million US Government contract to supply the Afghan military, a deal that means them partnering with dodgy arms dealer Henry Girard (Bradley Cooper). However, when David flies out to Albania to oversee the transport of millions of ancient  rounds of AK-47 ammunition, he discovers that they’re from China and, while the US military will deal with almost anyone, China isn’t among them. So, faced with coming up with a way round things or losing the contract, he  arranges to have them repackaged into cardboard boxes, ultimately leading them to being busted for  attempting to defraud the U.S. Government.

However, it’s not just a rags to riches to rags story, that’s just the backdrop to the relationship between the two friends, the somewhat naïve David trying to get a piece of the pie without doing anything technically illegal, and Ephraim, a personality chameleon who wants the entire pie.  While often very funny, this is a remarkably dark piece of work about the economic imperatives of war and the lies it engenders,  fuelled by terrific  performances from Teller and an especially electrifying Hill, whose laugh that (like the giant Scarface poster on his office wall) says much about his character,  encouraging the audience to both root for its protagonists for playing the system. This isn’t about the hangover, this is about getting drunk on the American Dream  and finding your drink’s been spiked. (Odeon Broadway Plaza)

 

CINEMAS

Cineworld 5 Ways – 181 Broad St, 0871 200 2000

Cineworld NEC – NEC  0871 200 2000

Cineworld Solihull – Mill Ln, Solihull 0871 200 2000

The Electric Cinema  – 47–49 Station Street,  0121 643 7879

Empire – Great Park, Rubery, 0871 471 4714

Empire Sutton Coldfield – Maney Corner, Sutton Coldfield

0871 471 4714

The Everyman – The Mailbox 0871 906 9060

MAC – Cannon Hill Park

Odeon Birmingham -Birmingham, 0871 224 4007

Odeon Broadway Plaza – Ladywood Middleway, 0333 006 7777

Odeon West Bromwich – Cronehills Linkway, West Bromwich  0333 006 7777

Reel – Hagley Rd, Quinton Halesowen 0121 421 5316

Showcase Walsall – Bentley Mill Way, Walsall 0871 220 1000

Vue Redditch – Kingfisher Centre, Redditch 08712 240 240

Vue Star City – Watson Road, 08712 240 240

 

 

 

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