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Godsend
Cast: Greg Kinnear, Rebecca Romijn-Stamos, Cameron Krigger, Robert De Niro.
Directed by Nick Hamm
Written by Mark Bomback.
Produced by Marc Butan, Michael Paseornek and Cathy Schulman.
Running time: 102 min.
Our old standby pal - the psychological thriller - returns with Godsend, a bargain-basement attempt, sadly lacking both thrills
and chills.
You know there's trouble ahead when the leads are doting sickeningly o.t.t. on a creepy only child. In this case the object
of Paul (Greg Kinnear) and Jessie Duncan's (Rebecca Romijn-Stamos) stultifyingly sugary over-affection is Adam (Cameron Bright),
a jaunty, blue-eyed lad who gives fresh meaning to the concept of goody-two-shoes.
Adam is killed in a fluke car crash (what a surprise) and the couple is torn apart with grief, and the cinemagoer with
glee. Robert De Niro comes to the rescue in the form of Dr. Richard Wells, a brilliant fertility doctor who specialises in
creating genetically identical fetuses, i.e. cloning. A second little Adam is an offer the couple can't refuse, so on with
the shady procedure and a relocation to a swanky pad in a small New England Stepford town. All is right with the world of
the Duncans.
Or is it? Once Adam passes the age of his predecessor's death (eight years old), things go south. Crossing the line into
uncharted genetic territory, new Adam suffers horrible night terrors about an Adam look-alike who is going to kill or has
already killed his parents. Could the original cells have retained a memory of their first life?
The cliches just keep on coming. Shower curtains, foggy forests and abandoned toolsheds. Dangling hardware, voices from
beyond and dark secrets that Explain It All. Godsend is so laughably rotten that it would flourish as a spoof, rife with the
elements we love to fear.
De Niro is horribly miscast as the Machiavellian doctor, and Romijn-Stamos and Kinnear play it too straight to take seriously.
Creepy kid Bright doesn't generate enough Damien-like tension to put him in the company of the classic bad seeds.
The moral and ethical implications of cloning - typically a cultural hot potato - are dispatched to the cutting room floor.
All in all, this is tosh and De Niro must really be under pressure to keep bringing in the dosh for his alimony commitments
if he's reduced to appearing in guff like this.
The Ladykillers
Artwork: Thom Mckeown|Media Eye
Cast: Tom Hanks, Irma P. Hall, Marlon Wayans, J.K. Simmons, Tzi Ma, Ryan Hurst, Diane Delano
Director: Joel Coen & Ethan Coen
Producers: Ethan Coen, Joel Coen, Tom Jacobson, Barry Josephson, Barry Sonnenfeld
Screenplay: Joel Coen & Ethan Coen, based on The Ladykillers by William Rose
Cinematography: Roger Deakins
Music: Carter Burwell
"The Ladykillers" proves its aesthetic complexity by being almost impossible to discuss and yet impossible not to
feel connected to. I could go on about Tom Hanks and Irma P. Hall and the simple pleasures of the storyline, the elaborate
fruitful worlds that the Coens build, but that won't tell you why I loved it.
It's really a testament to the Coen's visceral style of filmmaking (aided as always by the deft eyes of cinematographer
Roger Deakins, the production design of Dennis Gassner, and Carter Burwell's music) that every new offering from them is a
total treat.
I walked out of the cinema knowing how I felt about it, but unable to work out just exactly why. Films come and go and
the Coens' works wiggle tantalisingly at the edge of your memory. To describe why you like a Coen Brothers movie is like attempting
to portray just why you like a particular smell or a taste, because you simply do. This film is no exception.
Tom Hanks has returned to his quirky comedy roots and who better to return him to form (and themselves as well, after
the relatively flaccid "Intolerable Cruelty") than Joel and Ethan Coen? Hanks is a beautiful vintage cartoon of
a southern dandy, planted amidst modern Mississipi miscreants of all shades.
His landlady and partner in this comedy is Marva Munson, played with amazing grace and pure southern style by Hall. Where
Hanks is so rarified he's unreal (his flowery dialogue evokes memories of Ulysses Everett McGill from O Brother Where Art
Thou), Hall is so real she's a glittering treasure. A man who can turn phrases so precisely that he discerns a difference
between being surprised and being taken aback is a formidable man to have dazzling you with his prose.
Dennis Gassner is a perfect designer for the Coens because they favour creating a slightly false, though entirely probable
world just outside our own; you believe and hope such worlds could exist. His work on the Hudsucker Proxy, O Brother Where
Art Thou, Big Fish, and the Truman Show is a delight, mainly because it is just so subtle. If you have noticed the feel of
these films you know how the gentle visual elegance adds to the narrative.
As a remake of the 1955 film, the challenge is to be honourable to the original while making this work in itself original.
Setting it in the American South rather than in Britain solves some of these problems, but creates new ones with the cross-cultural
criminals involved.
Hanks' little gang (Marlon Wayans, Tzi Ma, JK Simmons, and Ryan Hurst) have a scheme, which they must by its very nature
keep from Hall and naturally, once it begins, the farce starts to unspool out of control. The dance begins, and this tidy,
myth-like southern Gothic tale spins out to a dark but very satisfying conclusion.
Finally, as with Alec Guinness in the original - even Hanks' teeth are funny!
Shrek 2
Cast (voices): Mike Myers, Eddie Murphy, Cameron Diaz, Antonio Banderas, John Cleese, Julie Andrews, Rupert Everett, Jennifer
Saunders
Director: Andrew Adamson, Kelly Asbury, Conrad Vernon
Screenplay: J. David Stern, Joe Stillman, David N. Weiss
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A sheer delight - as Shrek 2 takes us to the kingdom of Far, Far Away with our green hero Big S (Mike Myers) and his Princess
bride, Fiona (Cameron Diaz), setting off for her birthplace to tell her royal parents (John Cleese, and Julie Andrews) the
good news.
Not many in Fiona's circle of family and friends are happy to find her not only married to an ogre, but also embracing
her own inner-ogre. The flitting, flying, fried food fanatic, Fairy Godmother (Jennifer Saunders), is particularly irate as
it was her son, the vain ponce Prince Charming (Rupert Everett), who was supposed to be the one to rescue Fiona from the dungeon.
Not really using all the magic and wiles at her disposal, Fairy Godmother initially tries to end the marriage the old-fashioned
way: she 'encourages' the King to a bar called the Poison Apple, where the villains of the fairy tale world hang out. There,
he secures the services of the great ogre-slayer, Puss-in-Boots (utterly brilliant voice-ing by Antonio Banderas), a well-heeled
orange tabby with a real fashion-sense.
Shrek 2 offers up parodies of The Lord of the Rings, Spider-Man, From Here to Eternity, Frankenstein, Little Red Riding
Hood, while dissing The Little Mermaid, and also manages a plug for DreamWorks' upcoming Shark's Tale all in the first five
minutes! Writers J. David Stem, Joe Stillman and David Weiss, and directors Andrew Adamson, Kelly Asbury and Conrad Vernon,
really put a lot of thought, heart and soul into Shrek 2 and it shows from beginning to end.
This time around the story is less fairy tale than situation comedy, but with the introduction of the manipulative and
loveable Puss-in-Boots, it's a laugh a minute. Those who created this purr-fect character from perception to pixels really
knew cats. A multi-faceted personality, Puss is a scrapping alley cat one minute, then a pristine object worthy of Egyptian
worship the next. With feline grace, he shapes himself to fit into any circumstance, even when he's caught with catnip in
a riotous sequence.
With a sequel, new characters are very important. We already know what to expect from Shrek, Fiona, and Donkey (Eddie
Murphy). Making them interact true to character with Prince Charming, Fairy Godmother, Puss-In-Boots and even a Godzilla-style
Gingerbread Man is what makes Shrek 2 stand on its own with so much panache. There are also uproarious appearances by Larry
King as the Ugly Stepsister, and Joan Rivers as herself.
Actually, Shrek and Donkey are not exactly the same old characters this time around when they drink a magic potion, they
transform into more handsome versions of themselves. Shrek becomes a strapping lumberjack woodsman-type, while Donkey becomes
the ideal version of the steed he's always believed himself to be. Prancing and tossing his silver mane, he's even more insufferable
(and charming) than ever before.
Far, Far Away, while not exactly a "character", is certainly one of the funniest additions: It's like a medieval
Hollywood, complete with red carpet events and a Starbucks on nearly every corner. We are taken on a virtual tour, and it's
a real hoot to see the fairy tale character's walk of fame, their mansions behind iron gates, and their love affair with fancy
cars (horse-drawn carriages).
Much has been made of the advances made in computer-generated imagery in just a few short years. One of the opening sequences
shows Prince Charming riding his fancy charger across the countryside and the ever-improving computer graphics really shine,
especially here. While the original Shrek is still fresh and fine to look at, you can definitely see the advances in the
medium with part two: the eyes, the hair, the skin, the movements and sway of the clothing is so richly authentic, it'll have
you marvelling more than once.
A word to the wise: sit for a few minutes after the end-credits start, and you'll be entertained by Donkey and (dare I
reveal it...) his new family! I smell Shrek 3!
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Freeze Frame
Written & Directed by John Simpson
Cast: Lee Evans, Sean McGinley, Colin Salmon, Rachael Stirling, Ian McNeice, Rachel O'Riordan, Andrew Wilson, Andrea
Grimason, Martin McSharry, Gabriella Henriette, Emily Anthony
Running Time: 1hour 38min
Sometime comedian Lee Evans excels in this austere, claustrophobic thriller by debutant John Simpson. The film almost o.d.s
on visual stylisation, as the story centres on Sean (Evans), freed on a technicality from a multiple-murder charge and now
barely existing in a state of manic paranoia, videotaping his every move, logged by timecode/barcode, 24 hours a day - in
the event that the corrupt fuzz attempt to nail him once more.
Ten years on from the court admonishment - relentless detective (McGinley) and his assistant (Salmon) continue their pursuance,
alongside a TV reporter (Stirling) and psychological profile expert (a quite hideously overweight McNiece) who made his name
on Sean's case.
The lighting and film stock enhance this grey murky ultra-conspiracy tale..... but with little or no humour to lighten
the screenplay's matching morose tone - there's a lack of sympathy or empathy for any of the characters. The time-shifts and
tricky use of the mechanics of contemporary video usage dominate what is essentially quite a nifty take on corruption techniques.
Evans is quite brillliant however - a revelation in fact, and a performance worthy of note on many levels.
Confidences Trop Intimes
Director: Patrice Leconte
Writer: Jérôme Tonnerre
Cast: Sandrine Bonnaire, Fabrice Luchini, Michel Duchaussoy, Anne Brochet, Gilbert Melki
Tiring of her abusive relationship, Anna (Sandrine Bonnaire) visits (or so she believes) a psychologist. However, she inadvertently
calls in on William - a tax specialist - and begins outpouring intimate personal details of her lovelorn existence.
Having inherited his father's office and even his fussy old secretary Madame Mulon, William becomes intrigued and fascinated
by this strange encounter and fails to explain the misunderstanding. When Anna talks about how her husband wants her to have
an affair since he can no longer satisfy her, William becomes inextricably drawn in to this confessional scenario of sadness,
dark passion and sexual fantasies.
The two become drawn to one another despite each becoming eventually aware of the initial confusion. William, who himself
is suffering from the on-and-off-affair with his ex-girlfriend (Anne Brochet) is desperate for the intimate situations with
Anna amidst his boring work routine.
Those awkward, tense and sometimes hilarious moments seem to be too much for the constantly over-dressed yet emotionally
under-developed tax consultant who still has toy figures on the shelf. Anna is a seductive siren coming into his grey life.
William explains why he is so uptight: "I once swallowed an umbrella. It was open, too".
Characters that communicate with their eyes, hands and eyebrows at least as much as with laconic pieces of language make
this film a delight in human observation. When Anna's crippled husband Marc (Gilbert Melki) eventually shows up in the office,
it becomes clear that William is involved deeper than he thinks.
The piece manages to keep the balance between dark-humoured observations on life and truly felt emotions, and with only
a handful of rooms serving as stages for this drama, Fabrice Luchini and Sandrine Bonnaire brilliantly master this story of
growing interdependence and mistrust. Director Patrice Leconte builds an elegant film around a simple premise.
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