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Thursday, 2 November 2017
Review: The Death Of Stalin (UK Cert 15)
You'd never really peg Communism as a source of comedy, would you? When trailers for The Death Of Stalin came out, I really didn't know what to make of it. Is it a piss-take in the vein of Churchill: The Hollywood Years (complete with inaccurate accents)? A revisionist piece of history? A broad farce? But then I saw who it was directed by: Armando Iannucci. The driving force behind The Thick Of It and big screen version In The Loop, and the US sitcom Veep. A man to whom scabrous political satire is practically second nature. As a massive Thick Of It fan, I decided to give it a go. I wasn't disappointed.
Based on a French comic book by Fabien Nury and Thierry Robin, The Death Of Stalin follows the last days of the Soviet leader's life and the mayhem that ensued after his death, as various factions within the ruling Politburo jockey for position in the brave new world to come by scheming, plotting and conspiring against one another. These include chief of security Lavrentiy Beria (Simon Russell Beale), acting premier Georgy Malenkov (Jeffrey Tambor) and secretary Nikita Khrushchev (Steve Buscemi).
The film doesn't shy away from the fact that Stalin's regime was a brutal dictatorship where everyone was at the whim of a raging madman; an early scene, where Stalin demands a recording of a radio broadcast which wasn't made, sees the stage manager (Paddy Considine) frantically trying to get people back in their seats for the concerto to be played again. It's a moment of pure farce, but underlies the message. Similarly, when the decision to allow the trains to run again so people can come and see Stalin lying in state ends in tragedy, the film doesn't gloss over it. You may think that such disparate elements wouldn't work to form a cohesive hole but, for me, it did. The comedy was much needed to lift these darker moments.
Cast-wise, it's incredibly strong with Simon Russell Beale impressing as the ambitious and sadistic Beria. Buscemi brings his trademark fast-talking wise-guy schtik to Khrushchev to great effect, whilst Tambor is great as the sad-sack and easily swayed Malenkov. Andrea Riseborough gives a wonderful performance as Stalin's daughter Svetlana whilst Rupert Friend is a hoot as Stalin's drunkard son Vasily. There's good support too by Paul Whitehouse as Politburo member Anastas Mikoyan and Michael Palin as Vyacheslav Molotov. Perhaps the funniest performance comes from Jason Isaacs as Red Army chief Georgy Zhukov, complete with broad Yorkshire accent and a take-no-prisoners attitude. Zhukov's support for Khrushchev proves vital in securing Khrushchev's ascendancy- and seals Beria's fate.
Everyone keeps their own accents, so there are no excruciating faux-Russian accents flying round. This might take a while to get used to, but it doesn't take long. You don't particularly need to know anything specific about Russian history to enjoy the film; everything you need to know is explained. The humour is dark, caustic, and bloody funny. Fans of Iannucci will know what to expect: toe-curling political incompetence, the occasional f-bomb, inordinate amounts of arse-covering, and some exquisitely baroque insults.
I was pleasantly surprised by how funny and how well made The Death Of Stalin is. Definitely one to give a go.
Rating: 4 out of 5
Tez
Saturday, 24 October 2015
Review: Macbeth (UK Cert 15)
Michael Fassbender is the titular thane and he's damn good at portraying what is a complex character on paper but can often be written off as a crazed tyrant. Some of the dialogue is spoken as internal monologue as Fassbender broods upon the actions he's committed and plans to commit. Marion Cotillard is very impressive as Lady Macbeth, another complex character often boiled down. There's a scene that's been added at the beginning which can go to explain the mental state of the two characters- plus also gives weight to one of the big questions academics always ask about the play. Lady Macbeth's descent from ambitious bitch to madwoman is cannily played and Kurzel makes a canny directorial decision in just focusing on Cotillard's face whilst she delivers the 'sleepwalking' lines. It's a potent performance.
The rest of the cast are similarly strong. Happily, there's not an actor in the cast that speaks the words but doesn't know what they're actually saying; they all speak the Shakespearean language trippingly off the tongue. Paddy Considine is a solid presence as the ill-fated Banquo whilst Sean Harris gives a sterling turn as the avenging Macduff whilst David Thewlis makes an all-too brief appearance as Duncan.
It's a brutal story told brutally. The opening battle scene spares nothing in the blood and guts state and the murder of Duncan is similarly unsparing. Macbeth does bad things and they are shown in unflinching detail (the dispatching of Lady Macduff and her children is particularly powerful). However, the film isn't perfect: Kurzel employs the jerky camera movements which make me feel a bit seasick (quite annoying) and, sadly due to the virtue of necessity, some of the best pieces of verse/text are excised. The famous 'double double toil and trouble' witches scene is right out- in fact the witches get particularly shortchanged- and the arguments between Macbeth and Lady Macbeth before and after Duncan's murder get completely filleted. What's left is a taut telling of the main story but there's not a word or syllable wasted.
In summary, it's worth seeing for the performances of Fassbender and Cotillard and some of the brooding cinematography (hats off to Adam Arkapaw), but by no means could this be considered a definitive version of the play.
Rating: 3.5 out of 5
Tez
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Tuesday, 23 September 2014
Review: Pride (UK Cert: 15)
The Miner’s Strike of 1984. Members of
London’s gay community realise that they have much in common with the miners:
they’re both vilified by Thatcher’s government, the police and the front pages
of the tabloids. The miner’s unions refuse to accept the money that the LGSM
(Lesbians and Gays Support the Miners) have collected, so instead they travel
to the mining village of Onllwyn to help the families first-hand. Reluctant to
accept money from the colourfully dressed gays, the people of Onllwyn are
eventually won over by LGSM’s members. At a time when Britain had never been so
turbulent or divisive, two poles apart communities end up forming firm
friendships and fighting each other’s battles.
Films “based on a true story” have been drowning in money
over the last few years. They’re a safe bet, audiences happily paying to see
real-life David and Goliath exploits. Pride
is another film based on real events, but what makes it an arguably modern-day
classic is how assured it is, the mix of comedy, drama and heart-breaking
moments all perfectly handled.
There are some big names amongst the cast of Pride, actors immediately recognised
both here and over in the US; Bill Nighy, Imelda Staunton and Paddy Considine,
all putting on spookily convincing Welsh accents. Nighy is a one-note actor,
the quirky English gent, but he has always played that note amazingly well.
Here, Nighy gets a bit more to do as quiet, weary committee member Cliff, who
is feeling the struggle of the long fight against Thatcher. It’s not until he
befriends the gays that Cliff gets his gusto back, fighting not just for his
village, but his new-found comrades. Staunton is given the routine role of
feisty Welsh pensioner, but she gets more than her fair share of culture clash
one-liners. Considine, famous for playing morose, psychologically complex
characters (Dead Man’s Shoes, The Suspicions of Mr. Whicher) plays Dai, a friendly, gentle soul
and one of the key players on Onllwyn’s committee. Dai is an uncomplicated man
when it comes to right and wrong, Considine relishing the stirring speeches he
is given, dialogue that is down-to-earth and genuine; you don’t feel like
you’re being cynically forced to cheer for the underdogs.
The younger cast is equally as good as the established
British actors, even if not all of them get the screen time they deserve. Ben
Schnetzer, as Pride’s main character,
gay activist Mark, firmly holds your attention. There’s a touch of arrogance to
him, but he’s unwavering about fighting the good fight, refusing to give up.
Mark’s passion and enthusiasm keeps up the pace virtually throughout Pride; it can’t fail to rub off on
everyone who watches it. George MacKay is the hard-not-to-feel-for Joe, a
twenty-year-old struggling with the realisation he is gay. Joining the LGSM
(Joe’s parents think he’s on a college cookery course), they help him to be
proud of who he is rather than keep his sexuality hidden (any remotely suspect
reading material is hidden in Joe’s room), and his transformation is gradual
and convincingly fleshed out. Stars of British television Dominic West (The Hour, Appropriate Adult) and Andrew Scott (Sherlock, Blackout) play
a couple who run the book shop that acts as LGSM’s headquarters. West and Scott
are polar opposites, yet that’s what makes the strong bond they have so
believable. West is flamboyant, speaking his mind, and has no issues in letting
everyone know he’s gay. Scott plays Gethin, a Welshman from North Wales who
left for London after his family turned their backs on him when he came out.
Gethin is introverted, he doesn’t dress like the rest of LGSM, and he has a
temper that gets him into trouble. West and Scott couldn’t be more different,
yet it’s the glances and smiles they give each other, holding hands, chatting
in bed, the things that all couples do, that make them charming to watch.
Sadly, some of the young characters are thinly written.
The only reason Freddie Fox’s Jeff is in the film is so the Welsh children can
braid his hair. Also, the lesbians – with the exception of Faye Marsay’s Steph
– feel like they’re light relief rather than fully developed characters;
they’re the butt of several jokes when they decide to form their own separatist
group to help the miners.
These are tiny faults in an otherwise superb script from
Stephen Beresford. There are one-liners a-plenty here and not just the obvious
working class miners meet the gays jokes you would expect (“The only problem
we’ve got that they haven’t is Mary Whitehouse”, Mark argues, “and that’s only
a matter of time.”). The trailer for Pride
was misleading in that it made the film look like it was portraying the
Miner’s Strike as a jolly old knees-up. Instead, Beresford refuses to shy away
from just how much the strikes and pit closures crippled mining communities
like Onllwyn: two or three families living under one roof because they couldn’t
afford to pay bills; police seeing the miners as “little people”; the miners
being literally starved back into work. Beresford also writes several scenes
that highlight the spread of AIDS and the misconceptions surrounding the virus
in the early eighties. In one of Pride’s most heart-breaking scenes one of the
characters meets up with an ex at a nightclub. Instead of a heavy-handed
monologue accompanied by an emotional score, the ex tearfully says, “I’m doing
the farewell tour.” You instantly know what this means and you cannot fail to
start welling up. Beresford has written dozens of scripts for theatre, which
explains why the melting pot of comedy, drama and punch-to-the-gut tragedy all
neatly links in, scene after scene, and why most of the characters, despite
such a large cast, feel like individuals, instead of being by-the-numbers.
You could pick apart Pride
if you wanted to. While the hardships of the miners is far from toned down, I
thought more could have been shown, such as the police’s behaviour towards the
miners (which Arthur Skargill once likened to a “Latin American state”), and
the number of ghost towns and villages that were dotted around Wales after the
pit closures. It’s a tough balance as Pride’s
agenda is to give audiences an uplifting and feel-good film. If the script was
crammed full of political idealism and activism, only a small number of cinema-goers
could stomach it. Pride finds a
just-about happy medium.
Very few films can manage the feat of discussing heavy
subjects such as politics, activism, sexuality, HIV/AIDS, bigotry, trade
unionists, and so, so much more and have you cry cheerful, emotional tears by
the time the credits come up. This is
one of the many reasons why Pride is
the equal of British heavyweights such as Brassed
Off, The Full Monty and Billy Elliott.
4 out of 5
Matt
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