Cinema 2011 #59: Point Blank

While their Iberian neighbours have been focusing their cameras on fear for quite a while, French cinema has opted to thrill instead. No longer weighed down by the glum monochrome realism of the Nouvelle vague era, the noughties brought colour and humour care of Ozon and Jeunet, but also gave rise to a new breed of French directors interested in capturing the sort of gritty emotional and physical action that marked the breakthrough of Scorsese and other auteurs of the 70s. Guillaume Canet’s 2006 Tell No One, based on the novel by American writer Harlan Coben, took a distinctly pulp Hollywood story and Gaul-vanised it into a critical darling and international success, and was just greenlit to be remade by Ben Affleck. Hollywood has also taken notice of director Fred Cavayé, having turned his 2008 Anything for Her into a vehicle for Russell Crowe, released last year as The Next Three Days. Point Blank, Cavayé’s latest, sticks with his preferred husband saving wife formula, and while entertaining, doesn’t manage to stand out from the crowd.

Having forgot to press series link, the race was on to get back for Come Dine With Me

Safecracker Sartet lies comatose in the hospital, so his goons kindnap the heavily pregnant wife of trainee nurse Samuel (Gilles Lellouche), forcing him to revive Sartet and get him out of the hospital, with some dodgy police hot on their tail. It’s a simple formula, certainly, but made all the more fun by a brilliantly executed chase scene through the Parisian Metro and some twists you won’t see coming. Lellouche is believable as the unfortunate lynchpin to the whole mystery, but Elena Anaya, as wife Nadia, is given scant time to muster up any sympathy from the audience. Add to this an unfortunately neat ending, and the corniest translated dialogue care of somebody who used a dictionary from 1984, and you’ve got the crème brûlée of French thrillers – fun to crack into, but then just loads of vanilla cream.

3 Likes. 

Cinema 2011 #58: Kaboom

Her choice of costume as Aladdin's monkey Apu raised a few eyebrows  

The sexiest episode of Round the Twist ever. That’s exactly how Kaboom, Gregg Araki’s homage (or should that be homomage?) to the counter-culture classics of John Waters’ queer cinema, plays out. A shamelessly camp B-movie, where the lead character is a bisexual college student (Thomas Dekker) aiming to solve the trippy mystery of a missing redhead, Araki here ditches the credible chops earned off the back of his 2004 drama Mysterious Skin and tries to recapture his late-90s cult appeal with edgy dialogue and a series of wickedly rumpy-pumpy bumps in the night. It’s bright and pacey, with Haley Bennett’s sidekick Stella, with the best of the bitchy bons mots, the breakout star, but Kaboom seems almost to be trying so hard to be effortlessly cool and kitsch, that it gets trapped up in its own endless succession of nonchalant nooky. If a bit more attention had been paid to the plotting than the bonking, there would have been a lot more spark to this Kaboom.

2 ½ Likes.

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Cinema 2011 #57: Senna

For the uninitiated, Formula 1 racing is a monotonous loop of whining vehicles careening on asphalt circuits that culminates with a trio of extremely rich men spraying champagne all over themselves. A sport dominated by wealth, engineering and politics, where everything that can be covered with a sponsor’s logo is branded to the point of saturation, F1 remains something of a mystery to those not dazzled by the wave of the chequered flag or the power of poll position. Senna, the latest documentary from British director Asif Kapadia, about the life, career and untimely death of Brazilian racing driver and World Champion Ayrton Senna, may therefore surprise even the most cynical of F1 skeptics with its arresting depiction of arguably the world’s greatest racing driver. A sublime mix of raw talent, aggressive ego and religious fervor to his sport, Senna’s story is thrilling, inspiring and heartbreaking in equal measure.

Using amateur and professional footage, as well as never before seen home videos acquired from the Senna estate, we follow the daringly brilliant career of a F1 driver whose thirst for pure racing victory repeatedly led to fierce battles with competitors and teammates alike. Indeed, Senna’s ongoing rivalry with McLaren partner Alain Prost plays out like some sort of Shakespearean drama, with each drivers’ hubris leading to increasingly venomous sound-bites at press-conferences and fiercely contested dogfights on the track. Senna’s career highs, particularly his Brazilian Grand Prix victory that made him a symbol of hope in the impoverished favelas of his homeland, are matched by a foreboding series of lows, with a building tension over his relentless drive to win that leaves the final half hour amongst the most uneasy thirty minutes you’ll spend in the cinema this year.

Cinema 2011 #56: Last Night

Last Night, from Iranian-American writer-director Massy Tadjedin, is a film with as much artistic integrity as an IKEA catalogue. It is the glossy story of four impossibly beautiful people, living unreasonably fabulous lives in preposterously huge loft apartments in New York’s Upper East Side. Wedded couple Joanna and Michael, played by Keira Knightley and Sam Worthington, spend a day and a half wrestling with doubts over their hasty post-university marriage, while Eva Mendes and Guillaume Canet do their best to knowingly tempt them into infidelity.

Cinema 2011 #55: Kung Fu Panda 2

Kung Fu Panda was something of a surprise hit back in 2008, with very few industry insiders expecting the kiddie-friendly story of an American-sounding martial-artistic bear in a cutesy critter China to become the 50th top grossing film of all time. And yet, against the odds, Po the panda’s quest for self-fulfillment struck a gong with audiences everywhere, especially in China, where its Sino-styled riffs on Asian legends and kung-fu cinema went down a treat. And in one fell chop, DreamWorks established a new franchise to rival Pixar’s dominance of the computer animated cartoon. 

Cinema 2011 #54: X-Men: First Class

It’s been over a decade since Bryan Singer’s X-Men effectively relaunched the cinematic superhero as a viable movie commodity. While remaining loyal to 40 years of increasingly outlandish source material, Singer centred his mutants around the usual suspects of the Marvel universe, following the popular kids of the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters and their suped-up adventures in upstate New York. With some slick CGI, Halle Berry in skintight leather and two gravitas growling British thesps to lend it some weight, his solidly entertaining origins flick unleashed a new wave of spandex-clad superstars upon an audience of financially flush Generation X-ers ready to relive Saturday morning cartoons on the silver screen. 10 years and three sequels later, the X-Men franchise was looking distinctly X-pired, after the critical acclaim of number two (X2) was tarnished by a disappointing third (The Last Stand) and ill-advised spinoff for Hugh Jackman’s rascally poster-boy, X-Men Origins: Wolverine.

But after the success of JJ Abrams retro Star Trek redux, that boldly went back to the drawing board where 10 films and 30 years of cinema had gone before, there was new-found interest in Stan Lee’s wunderkinder. As mutants by their very nature are adaptations of the norm, we get X-Men: First Class, a genetic blend of prequel, retrograde revision and swingin’ 60s origins tale, under the eyes of Matthew Vaughn’s direction. Vaughn is very much in vogue after striking big with the last year’s riotous Kick Ass, and together with writing sidekick Jane Goldman, knows something about bringing a fresh appeal to the very crowded market of costumed heroes. And while their efforts fly high, they never quite reach first class.

Magneto was pretty adamant that paper did in fact cover rock

Their story involves the beginnings of the bumpy relationship between the two leaders of mutantkind, James McAvoy’s mind-bending Charles Xavier and Michael Fassbender’s metal-morphing Erik Lehnsherr. We begin with a young Erik displaying his metalwork in a concentration camp in Poland, watched by Kevin Bacon’s sadistic Sebastian Shaw, a mutant who’ll go to any length to develop the boy’s powers, and finding rage to be a potent trigger. On the other side of the world, Charles is living an affluent life in the family mansion, but already showing altruistic intent as he welcomes the shapeshifting Raven into his home. A speedy cut to 20 years later and the grown-up Chuck is finishing his PhD in groovy Oxford, chatting up girls, chug chug chugging pints between punts and ignoring Jennifer Lawrence’s filled-out Raven’s romantic pinings. Erik is still disgruntled with his lot and jetsetting around the globe, on the hunt for Shaw and taking out Nazis with his linguistic prowess, metallic abilities and impeccably tailored suits.