Review

The Gangster

by
Barry Sullivan poses as Shubunka

There aren’t that many films called The Gangster, which is odd considering how many gangster movies there are. But here he is, this singular malefactor, in a film noir from 1947, a strange one with a weird, distorting-mirror quality. Too arty for its own good seems to have been the general consensus at the time. I have no idea what any of those complaints are about. The odd art deco clock and building frontage to one side, there’s not much artiness going on here at all – director Gordon Wiles isn’t messing about overly with the narrative. DP Paul Ivano gives it to us fairly straight in terms of lenses and lighting. Dalton … Read more

Zombies of the Third Reich

by
A Nazi zombie strikes!

Zombies of the Third Reich lives in a critic-proof zone along with all the other Nazi Zombie movies. How do you approach something that’s designed to be ridiculous? A collision of genres, a mixed chow mein of excess, these movies come from the land that taste forgot. And that’s exactly as it should be. Good taste is the enemy of great art, as Marcel Duchamp once said. In a funny preamble we meet a twittish British officer (Ellis J Wells) briefing Craftman (Zach Devereux), a plucky Brit, about a Nazi experiment into the creation of a supersoldier somewhere in Second World War France. On what’s clearly something of a suicide mission, Craftman is … Read more

La Strada

by
Giulietta Masina as Gelsomina

The simple Italian led astray by an egotistical monster. Who could Federico Fellini have had in mind when he was making La Strada in 1954? This, according to all the books, is where Fellini the neorealist ends and Fellini the fantastical begins, in a movie about a strong man “buying” a halfwit daughter off a poor woman and then touring Italy with her as part of his act. It was Pope Francis’s favourite movie and directors as diverse as Peckinpah, Kurosawa, Konchalovsky and David Cronenberg have all sung its praises. Fascinatingly, both Bob Dylan and Kris Kristofferson have claimed it as an influence on key songs – on Hey, Mr Tambourine Man and … Read more

Hot Milk

by
Ingrid and Sofia on the beach with Ingrid's horse

In a hot European beach resort a woman in a wheelchair seeks a crank cure for her condition with her resentful daughter along in tow. Hot Milk is a hothouse drama, a sketch of a nasty little co-dependent relationship. Will the worm turn, and if so, when? Is mother really crippled, or is this part of her way of controlling her adult daughter? Does daughter realise her mother is possibly putting it all on? As mother Rose (Fiona Shaw), with sulking Sofia (Emma Mackey) perpetually on call, consults a dubious doctor on one of the Spanish Costas, something appears to be brewing but debut director Rebecca Lenkiewicz isn’t telling us what. “What do … Read more

Stray Dog

by
Murakam with gun

Subtle, understated Japanese film noir, 1949’s Stray Dog appears to be Akira Kurosawa’s embrace of the post-War reconstruction of Japan in the image of the American conqueror. It may be something else as well. But before all that, is the “stray dog” we see panting in the opening titles meant to be Japan itself? That dog does not otherwise feature in the film. No dog does. Instead of canines, Kurosawa beetles away at a Maguffin leading us from one end of his movie to the other. The story of a diligent young cop, Detective Murakami (Toshirō Mifune), who one sweltering day on a crowded bus has his police revolver lifted from his jacket … Read more

F1

by
Sonny and team mate Joshua about to race

F1 is as entertaining as it is ridiculous. A Formula 1 driver getting away with the sort of track chicanery that Brad Pitt’s character pulls off here? Nonsense. Insane. He’d be yanked off the track so fast he wouldn’t have time to remove his fireproof balaclava. While we’re about it, Isn’t Pitt way too old for the role? Aged about 60 when this was made, Pitt is playing about 50? Maybe. He’s in good shape and takes his shirt off a couple of times to reveal what he got paid a reported $30 million to deliver – Brad Pitt gorgeousness, with a shrug and a slightly diffident, “Can I help it if I’m … Read more

Salvo

by
Salvo with gun

What do solitary hitmen want? To get out. Or a normal family life. Or for the senseless killing to stop. Salvo gives us versions of all these possibilities, with masses of style and a cool, thrilling central performance by Saleh Bakri as the titular Salvo – it means “safe” in Italian, a name that can be read ironically, depending on which end of the gun you are at. Cannes liked it, and awarded it the grand prize in Critics Week in 2013, which is the one they hand out to new talent. Which situates Fabio Grassadonia and Antonio Piazza alongside Bernardo Bertolucci, Leos Carax, Wong Kar-wai, Julia Ducournau and Andrea Arnold. For its money … Read more

Superman

by
Superman is jeered by a crowd

An all-you-can-eat buffet of Superman, or James Gunn’s Superman, as it’s invariably called, presumably to set it apart from the crowd. Not that Gunn seems interested in standing out from the crowd too much. His Superman’s tights are baggy, like the cheapo ones from the black and white era, though most of Gunn’s inspiration comes from the 1970s Christopher Reeve Superman, in the look of Superman/Clark Kent himself, the production design and most obviously in the use of the John Williams theme, which new composers David Fleming and John Murphy take off the peg now and then, usually when the big guns are needed. On the subject of guns, after playing him a … Read more

Il Futuro

by
Bianca tests Maciste is really blind by holding a hand in front of his face

Rutger Hauer was 69 when he turned up in Il Futuro in 2013. He’d die six years later, in 2019, having clocked up another 35 or so screen credits in the interim. Always working, not always in quality product, Hauer was good even in the most disappointing films. But Il Futuro isn’t one of those. It’s a little nugget of quality, a noirish, almost giallo-ish May to December romance co-starring Manuela Martelli, who gives as good as she gets from Hauer. Chilean director Alicia Scherson starts us off with thriller titles in screaming fonts and a blaring score before dialling things back to the deadbeat. After introducing us to Bianca (Martelli) and Tomas … Read more

The Monkey

by
The monkey beating its drum

A man killed by vape, a woman blown to bits on diving into a swimming pool. Fish hooks, a coffee steamer, on they go, the vectors of weird death, in Osgood Perkins’s The Monkey, a Stephen King story tricked out with Final Destination-style ingenuity and given a comedy-macabre polish. Groans followed by chortles is the idea, with the reactions stopping this side of disgust, as Perkins tells the story of twins who grow up to be adult versions of the milquetoast/asshole combo they are as kids and the malevolent mechanical monkey that follows them on their journey, wreaking bloody havoc all the way. A pre-credits sequence shows the monkey doing its thing – … Read more