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Friday, 6 April 2018

'Isle of Dogs' - Review

4/06/2018 06:06:00 pm 1
'Isle of Dogs' - Review

★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

Wes Anderson’s latest is a colourful canine adventure that moves with the vigour of a wagging tail but bristles with fleas both literal and political. In this stop-motion expedition, Koyu Rankin voices Atari, the young ward of Mayor Kobayashi (Kunichi Nomura), dictator of the future Japanese archipelago. Kobayashi has exiled the city’s dog population to nearby Trash Island, due to an outbreak of canine fever, but Atari sets off to rescue his dog, Spots (Liev Schreiber). On an odyssey through the land of muck and mongrels, he is accompanied by a small pack of lost dogs (Ed Norton, Bill Murray, Bob Balaban, Jeff Goldblum). They’re led by the moody stray, Chief (Bryan Cranston). Meanwhile, an underground student resistance is working within the city to bring down Kobayashi and expose his decree as a sham.

I have to admit here that my Wes Anderson exposure is nominal: I found The Grand Budapest Hotel endearing, but felt that Fantastic Mr. Fox was an exhausting and massively irksome misunderstanding of the source material. Isle of Dogs falls somewhere in the middle: it’s visually impeccable in that classic Anderson manner (more striking here than perhaps ever before, in sharp juxtaposition with the grim environments), but the red-wine-and-bolognese witticisms and surprisingly bloody violence means that the stuff of children’s storybooks is once again rendered inaccessible to their readers.

Shot by Tristan Oliver, - a veteran of both Anderson’s previous foray into stop-motion and the works of Aardman - the images are impossibly fluid. Wallace and Gromit seems to have been a particular influence in the production design, too: it’s impossible to see a stop-motion dog silently roll their eyes with exasperation and think of anything else, and the robo-hounds deployed by Mayor Kobayashi smack more than a little of Preston from A Close Shave. Besides the stop-motion, there’s occasional use of 2D cartoons for computer displays and CCTV monitors, which liven the frame during the grimy grey finale at the farthest point of trash island. Our cohorts on this journey are the usual crowd (save Bryan Cranston, the entire pack have worked with Anderson on  multiple occasions), and are reliably charming. The problem was never going to be their individual voice performances (as if Jeff Goldblum as a gossip-loving mutt could ever be anything other than a joy), but the very fact they’re speaking American English. 

This wouldn’t be a problem, except for the fact that there are no subtitles for the Japanese characters, who can only be understood through a translator for the Mayor’s speeches (Frances McDormand) or through the interpretation of American foreign exchange student, Tracy (Greta Gerwig). Having the Japanese legends narrated by white actors only enforces this feeling of cultural tourism. As if to double down, a rant by Atari is faded to background noise as Goldblum despairs “I wish somebody spoke his language!” The dogs are meant to be our central, relatable characters in the story (which would be perfectly fine) but the only humans presented as scary or ‘other’ are the Japanese. 

Don’t get me wrong: I found a lot to enjoy in Isle of Dogs, and many others will fall for its particular brand of scruffy liveliness. With a cast and crew this likeable and skilled, it’s very hard not to exclaim sheer admiration of its craft. But when you develop a story that is so steeped in the trappings of another culture, only to deny that culture a real voice except through a white saviour character and foreign tools, loving animation and cute performances are little compensation.

Friday, 24 March 2017

'Power Rangers' - Review

3/24/2017 09:15:00 pm
'Power Rangers' - Review

 ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

Dean Israelite's Power Rangers reboot begins like something from Warhammer 40,000: bruised and bloodied space marines crawl through the mud of an Earth wreathed in cataclysm, fire and debris raining all around. Suddenly, I'm excited. Fast-forward a minute later, and we're midway through a comedy sequence involving a delinquent jock (picture an off-brand Zac Efron) and accidental bovine masturbation. As a bull's penis dangled forlornly in front of the camera, excitement was replaced by a desperate yearning for the preening, harmless self-referential comedy of a Marvel film, even a jolt of nostalgia for the Christ-complex sincerity of something like Batman V Superman. Everything that Power Rangers gets so badly wrong about its own property can be summed up by sickening comedy and misplaced seriousness.

Every sin committed stems from the misguided mindset of someone who believes that a franchise primarily concerned with camp, fruit gum-aesthetic abandon would be best revitalised with beastiality jokes, a subplot about slut-shaming and a running gag concerning the anal insertion of crayons.

Much like Josh Trank's Chronicle, the story focuses on a group of disparate teens (all variously interchangeable angst machines given the vaguest sheen of progressive diversity – I’ll get to that in a moment) find an underground chamber that gifts them superpowers. Unlike Chronicle, the drawback to these abilities isn't mental degradation, but eye-searingly unattractive armour that crowns the wearer a Power Ranger.

Our wards in this join-the-dots origins story are a surprisingly diverse central circle: only one of the five is a straight white male (though, inevitably, he's the leader), another is autistic and one of the two women carries a suggestion of homosexuality. And that's the key word: suggestion. The diversity is underplayed, even negligible, with the non-white characters forced into roles that range from clichéd to problematic to outright eye-rolling. I'd probably have been able to stand the group as a whole if they didn't broadcast every single emotion with the conviction and depth of a Hot Topic t-shirt. During a low point, in which the team's illusion of heroism is shattered, the Pink Ranger (who chops off her hair because she's, like, rebellious, see?) sulks in a tank top emblazoned with 'It Was All A Dream'. I wish.

They're led to heroics by colour-coded crystals buried in the ground eons ago by Zordon (Bryan Cranston), a pin art-faced ex-Ranger whose consciousness is sealed in a wall. Bill Hader gets the thankless task of voicing Alpha 5, a dwarfish CG robot with the grating disposition of Roger Rabbit. Both deliver exposition so focus-grouped you can practically hear 'registered trademark' after every noun.

Elizabeth Banks (silently screaming a plea for help from beneath the makeup) plays Rita Repulsa, a galactic sorceress intent on destroying Earth using the Zeo Crystal, a magical McGuffin buried beneath (and I promise I'm not making this up) a famous texture-branded doughnut cafe. We're not talking James Bond and his contractual swig of Heineken here: the product placement is obnoxious to the point of distraction. If you're prone to bouts of second-hand embarrassment and insist on seeing this film, bail before the climax. The brand name is muttered, shrieked and shouted by half a dozen characters, the villainess herself taking a break during the final confrontation for a quick nibble, napkins and all.

Predictably, it's a more entertaining sight than the bust-up itself, which resembles a toddler smacking two action figures together in a sandpit. This movie exists primarily to sell said toys and fails even in that regard, because the suits, robots and creatures are unspeakably poor. Having worked in a toy shop recently, I thought my early exposure would be adequate preparation, but on-screen the awfulness is horrendously magnified. When they show up to save the day, I remain surprised (and dismayed) that their arrival isn't greeted with a swift military strike in place of the intended exultation.

"It's Morphin' time!" exclaims the Red Ranger. Yes, precisely, I thought. Time to morph into my cinema seat, perhaps. Or the floor. Or a discarded popcorn bucket. Or my cup-holder. I’ll take anything, anything that will erase my ability to comprehend another moment of this.

Wednesday, 21 May 2014

'Godzilla' - Review

5/21/2014 08:20:00 pm
'Godzilla' - Review


Godzilla is the new film from British Gareth Edwards, who broke onto the scene in 2010 with the low-budget creature-feature Monsters. Fifteen years after an accident at a nuclear power plant which claimed the life of his wife, Joe Brody (Bryan Cranston) and his son Ford (Aaron Taylor-Johnson) become entangled in a conspiracy to harvest power from a mysterious life form found on the Japanese coast. Before long, all hell breaks loose and the creature escapes as humanity is confronted with an enemy that could send them 'back to the Stone Age!'




On a purely visual plain, the film looks extraordinary. The realistic colour palette of iron greys and cold blues means that when the inevitable flames of battle appear, they are remarkably striking. The special effects of the Godzilla creature and the destruction that occurs in its’ wake are truly something to behold. We’ve gotten so used to movies with big alien monsters (Avengers Assemble, Transformers) crashing into buildings that you’d think this would be nothing special, but when those buildings become a stream of splintering dominoes, then you have a reason to gasp. The word ‘epic’ doesn’t begin to cover the sheer scale. If you don’t see it in IMAX, you’re missing out. The sound design (provided by the ever-reliable Skywalker Sound) is incredible, proving simultaneously that explosions don’t have to sound boring and repetitive, and that the Godzilla roar is one of the greatest sounds ever used in a movie. 

Perhaps the most noticeable thing about the film is that, in a similar vein to Batman Begins, the film earns its ear-splitting finale by spending the proceeding hour/hour and a half doing its best to actually develop characters that you will still care about by the time the fighting starts. There is a great deal of screen time devoted to exploring their motivations, getting a feel for where they’ve come from, and then uses this to examine the climax from their perspective. The action set pieces are almost entirely shot either directly from a character’s own point of view or pans down from the monster to show the human characters interaction with it all. The air-drop sequence in particular (as shown in the preliminary teaser trailer) is a prime example of this.




While we’re on the subject of trailers, steer clear before seeing this film, because one or two of them will spoil some of the key surprises, and having only seen the teaser and initial theatrical trailer I’m glad I wasn’t in-the-know regarding certain elements of the story. The first half of the film itself feels like a teaser, and it is a long time before the Godzilla beast is fully revealed, but it was more than worth it. When he finally appears, it’s awe-inspiring, paying faithful homage to the 1954 original whilst avoiding the problems of the 1998 version.

As for the characters we spend time with before the crashing and banging starts, there’s plenty to enjoy here. Bryan Cranston proves once again that he is one of the greatest actors working today, his performance early on in the film creating a strong foundation from which the others can build. Aaron Taylor-Johnson is maturing into a fine actor, his uncertain but strong-willed demeanour reminding the viewer somewhat of his appearance in Kick-Ass, but with a gruffer edge. Elizabeth Olsen, taking a break from appearing in subversive, artsy films gives a functional appearance as Fords’ wife, and Ken Watanabe is great as usual, if a little underused.

While it’s certainly true that the plot jumps about the place a lot for the first half, dropping one character arc for another at a moment’s notice, it is this focus on character that elevates Godzilla above most monster schlock. Featuring an extremely enjoyable final act and a developing sense of threat throughout, it is a fitting rebirth of the ‘king of the monsters’ and gives director Gareth Edwards another chance to showcase his talent.

4.5 stars