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Tuesday, 10 May 2016

Green Room Review

Bloody hell, this one has been a long time coming. I was lucky enough to catch Green Room in October of last year, but now it is finally released to you all. Make sure you go see it! Especially if you saw and loved director Jeremy Saulnier's last film Blue Ruin (which is on UK Netflix right now!). But even if you didn't, Green Room is well worth your attention. It's got punk, it's got Patrick Stewart, Imogen Poots, Anton Yelchin and Alia Shawkat AND AND AND Macon Blair, the lead actor in Saulnier's Blue Ruin. More to the point, if you like siege movies, this is as tense, violent and gripping as they come!


Here's a snippet of my review:

Punk band Ain't Rights are going nowhere fast, playing crappy gigs and siphoning petrol just to keep their clapped-out tour van running. After an interview with a local journalist and a disappointing take from their latest gig, they hear of a backwoods gig where they can make some quick and easy cash. The only rub is the clientele at the venue are far right (or are they extreme left?) nutters and the Ain't Rights don't help matters by opening with a cover of The Dead Kennedy’s Nazi Punks.


However, the poop really hits the fan when they witness a murder backstage in the green room and find themselves trapped in the venue by those who don't want them to get out alive. Led by Patrick Stewart's gang leader and venue owner, an army of skinhead 'red laces' are soon lining up to pick off the band members of Ain't Rights one by one.



Forget Assault on Precinct 13, at least the victims in that had a whole police station to hide in. In Green Room, it's literally just that. One room. The claustrophobia is palpable, particularly as one of the Nazi thugs is trapped in the room with the band. Saulnier builds the tension gradually with plenty of time to get to know the characters before any blood spills.

Read more of this Green Room review at Starburst Magazine. Do it now, do it right now!!!

Here's the trailer:


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Wednesday, 3 February 2016

Green Room Red Band Trailer

This film is so far up my street, it f**king hurts. Green Room is from Jeremy Saulnier, director of the excellent Blue Ruin, and stars Anton Yelchin, Imogen Poots and Alia Shawkat (from Arrested Development). A punk rock band witness a murder at a dingy backwoods venue, and the Neo-Nazi psychos that did it won't let them leave, leading to a tense stand-off with the band trapped inside the venue's green room for most of the film.


Patrick Stewart, as you've never seen him before, is the calm, softly spoken leader of the Nazi thugs who are determined to make sure all this mess gets cleaned up before the police get a sniff of the crime.

I was lucky enough to see it at the London Film Festival 2015 and my review of Green Room is at Starburst Magazine here.

Watch the trailer:



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Wednesday, 29 January 2014

That Awkward Moment Review

That Awkward Moment when you realise your raunchy new comedy just isn't that funny. That's the situation Zac Efron, Miles Teller and Michael B. Jordan find themselves in with That Awkward Moment. It is a rom-com from the male perspective where the guys are mostly douche bags and the girls fare little better. Even Imogen Poots cannot save this from the lack of laughs reached for by the utterly predictable and unoriginal script.

Jason (Efron), Daniel (Teller) and Mikey (Jordan) are three friends in New York City who decide to see who can stay single the longest. Jason and Daniel both have rosters of girls they see regularly but never commit to and Mikey has just found out his wife is cheating and is now facing the single life that he is not interested in or prepared for. When Jason meets Ellie (Poots) and with Daniel growing closer to his friend Chelsea and Mikey still pining for his wife, staying single might not be as easy it appears.


That Awkward Moment is full of awkward moments where you feel you should be laughing. There is a mix of sweetness with sexism and Viagra jokes with attempts to tug at the heart. It is a rom-com that is as predictable as all the others but will get more guys going to see it with its promise of American Pie style boys being boys and talking about women as if they are simply sexual conquests. The characters are soulless, arrogant, smarmy and unlikeable. Even the married Mikey comes across as mopey, stupid and simplistic. Efron looks smug throughout, clearly enjoying dropping F-bombs and getting to be one of the lads instead of a clean cut heart throb. It might be fun to see him in varying states of undress for High School Musical fans but for everyone else, it is just a guy trying desperately to sully his image.

Miles Teller is his usual vaguely funny self but he is hampered by a weak script and having to tone down the crudeness of his usual on screen persona as he starts to fall in love. He may have been more offensive in 21 & Over but at least he was funnier. Only Imogen Poots emerges with a slightly more exciting and interesting character but too much time is spent pratting around with the male scoundrels that she is left hopelessly undeveloped.


That Awkward Moment is as funny and original as the hundredth internet meme picture you see with those three words emblazoned across it. Efron, Teller and Poots try their best with a script that gets stuck on sexism, sentimentality and all the predictability of every other rom-com set in New York. Despite a couple of good gags, it has no one to root for and nothing to say. If, as Poots' character says at one point, they are the 'selfish generation' plagued by miscommunication, then this is that awkward moment where someone needs to say loud and clear: get over yourselves and grow up.

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Monday, 29 April 2013

THE LOOK OF LOVE Review



The subject of The Look of Love, Paul Raymond (Steve Coogan), became the richest man in Britain because he recognised the demand for entertainment featuring naked women. Constantly pushing at the boundaries of taste with his striptease stage shows and magazine Men Only, he built an empire of sleaze with a diminishing veneer of respectability, all the while deflecting accusations of degrading women with a smile and a joke.

Steve Coogan successfully pulls off the trick of making Raymond occasionally likeable but more often than not, a cold and callous businessman. That anyone would want to sit through this man’s story could be down to a couple of reasons. Firstly Raymond’s relationship with his wayward and spiraling into tragedy daughter and secondly the gratuitous flesh liberally put on display.
 
Like the recent Spring Breakers, The Look of Love has more female nudity than your average men’s magazine. Unsurprisingly given the nature of Raymond’s business, breasts are jiggling everywhere. Full frontal nudity is on stage, in beds and splashed across the pages of Raymond’s increasingly daring magazines. It’s all part of the allure of the entrepreneur’s lifestyle that he is constantly surrounded by half or completely naked women, many of which end up in his luxurious penthouse bed under the stars, often more than one at a time.


But the appeal of the casual, coked up and boozy swinging sixties and seventies sex is always tempered by the flash forwards to Raymond’s later life as he sits in front of the television, watching his daughter give a revealing television interview before tragedy struck.

The Look of Love is above all a cautionary tale, much more so than the similarly debauched and loaded with excess Spring Breakers. Raymond is a tragic figure, though it is hard to fully sympathise with him. A man who clearly had or could have had anything he wanted, spoiled his daughter, treated his wives and lovers like disposable goods and ended up sad and alone, his wealth and empire meaning little after the loss of his daughter. The women in his life, most notably daughter Debbie (Imogen Poots) and wife Jean (Anna Friel) are excellent in roles that could have easily been one note and unsympathetic.

The names and faces of British comedy pop up thick and fast, some in blink and you’ll miss them cameos, others for longer stretches. Chris Addison is excellent as coked up associate and bad influence on Raymond’s daughter Tony Power. David Walliams, Matt Lucas, Simon Bird and Stephen Fry are completely underused in small and often utterly trivial roles but add to the star power of this Brit glitz and grime caper.


The seedy underground clubs, lavish shows and all night party living all clearly take their toll on Raymond but Winterbottom captures the decades of decadence with an excellent eye for production design. The sets, locations, costumes, hair and make-up all make for a wonderful whirling kaleidoscope of colour and kitsch. At some points the montages feel like seedy Austin Powers outtakes with their funky editing, music and scantily clad women in various states of seductive posing.

The Look of Love is fascinating in its study of a man with plenty of desire for the opposite sex but little regard for their emotional well being. Paul Raymond is an enigma; keen to exploit the flesh of young women but also protective of his own daughter. He is both caring and doting and father and also completely and utterly useless at protecting Debbie from the wrongs of the world in which he introduces and launches her. Raymond is a man with little respect for women, a complete disinterest in his own son and who literally spoiled his daughter to her demise but Coogan makes him eminently watchable and bordering on sympathetic as he sits alone in his old age.

After Winterbottom and Coogan’s previous collaborations on 24 Hour Party People, A Cock and Bull Story and The Trip, The Look of Love appears both tremendously ambitious and extremely conventional. It might not push the boundaries quite as much as 9 Songs in terms of on screen sex but it does have plenty for pervs in the way of the female form.

The Look of Love is the rise and fall of an exploitative entrepreneur. Raymond may not be overly likeable but his relationship with his daughter can be touching and provides evidence of a misguided heart beneath the brash exterior perfectly played by Coogan.

Here's the trailer: