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Saturday, 4 February 2017

'The LEGO Batman Movie' - Review

2/04/2017 11:17:00 pm
'The LEGO Batman Movie' - Review

★ ★ ★ ★ 

Back in the early noughties, Warner Bros. took a mighty risk on an up-and-coming director, Christopher Nolan, gifting him the reins of their most lucrative property. Three films – bringing with them a decade of financial and critical success – defined a comic book legend for a whole new generation: tormented, elemental, and believable. Now another Chris (McKay, he of Robot Chicken fame) takes the directing seat and immediately shines a spotlight on the rubber nipples, pointing out the ridiculousness of trying to take a grown man and his cosplay obsession seriously.

In this spin-off of sorts to 2014’s anarchically enjoyable The LEGO Movie, the focus is purely on Will Arnett’s clueless crusader and his suits, villains, vehicles, puns, and – as noted by Ralph Fiennes’ Alfred - “even that weird stuff from 1966”. Barbara Gordon (Rosario Dawson) takes control of the Gotham Police force and suggests an allegiance with Batman, thereby threatening the winged wonder’s lifestyle of singlehandedly taking down criminals by day and guffawing at the dénouement of Jerry Maguire by night. Begrudgingly accepting help from newly-adopted Dick Grayson (an ingeniously cast Michael Cera), Batman sets out to prove his worth as a lone wolf with calamitous, hilarious results.

Moving at the same break-neck speed as its predecessor, LEGO Batman bobs and weaves through explosions of comedy. A burning heart of child-like joy, an outer debris field of pop culture content and smoky wisps of LEGO-obsessive in-jokes (the Gotham City cinema advertises 'Two Shades of Bley') ensure not a single funny bone is left un-tickled. It's not merely pointing and laughing at Batman; the screenwriters clearly love the character and his stories, and so the barely-contained affection they have for other fans shines just as brightly.

Arnett’s gravelly delivery never stops being hilarious and Cera is the finest he’s been since Scott Pilgrim, but our hearts belong entirely to Ralph Fiennes as Alfred and his very British expletives, always one step away from lumping "Master Bruce" with an ASBO. Meanwhile, Zach Galifianakis as the overly-attached Joker is a more interesting portrayal of the clown prince of crime than Jared Leto and his method-acting hokum will ever be. Plus he’s actually, y’know, funny!

The colourfully jovial attitude of the 60's TV show, a bombastic score worthy of the Nolan movies (Hans Zimmer’s frequent collaborator Lorne Balfe is an inspired choice of composer) and justice for some left behind by the Schumacher films seal the deal (Billy Dee Williams reprises his role as Harvey Two-Face after nearly thirty years). It's everything that 2016’s grossly misjudged adaptation of The Killing Joke wasn't: smart, beautifully animated and unquestionably cinematic, with a keenly unique eye for the Batman-Joker relationship. Additionally, it doesn't make Barbara Gordon surplus to seedy requirement, but instead an equal, nay, superior force to the mammalian mansplainer.

Drawbacks? Well, the central message intended to give the kids pause for thought is nothing particularly new. In fact, it borrows heavily from The LEGO Movie's "Everything is cool when you're part of a team" mantra...but frankly, when's that ever been a bad thing? It’s a family film in message and content, it’s ‘U’ certificate signified by my favourite of all BBFC guidance notes; “Contains rude humour”.

If there is any downside, it has to be that there aren’t any Batman jokes to make anymore. Seriously. YouTube’s How it Should Have Ended series may as well announce redundancy now that an entire avenue of superhero parody has now been swiftly neutralised with the stroke of a well-aimed Batarang. Trying to grab hold of every joke is like attempting to snatch bullets from the air, which seems entirely appropriate as a fault when that's a job more suited to Superman. When ‘too much comedy’ is the worst criticism I can level, there’s no choice but to concede defeat, don the plastic cowl, do a bit of Bat-beat-boxing and lay down the ‘THWACK!’ on some Daleks.


…oh, sorry, did I forget to mention there are Daleks in it?

Tuesday, 6 January 2015

'Birdman' - Review

1/06/2015 10:22:00 pm
'Birdman' - Review
Birdman – leading the pack at the forthcoming awards season – has finally reached the shores of the UK. From director Alejandro González Iñárritu (whose remarkable debut feature Amores Perros was my gateway to world cinema) comes the story of Riggan Thomson (Michael Keaton), an aging actor determined to put his history of mega-budget superhero films behind him and return to the public sphere by adapting and starring in a play by Raymond Carver. As he attempts to put his life back together, his invisible alter-ego (the titular Birdman) constantly spouts abuse inside his head, driving him towards his goal with renewed fervour.

Whilst everyone else has been falling over themselves congratulating Iñárritu on the casting of ex-Batman Keaton in the lead role – a rather unsubtle joke – I’d like to use this opportunity to praise almost everybody else in the ensemble cast. True, Keaton is given more to do than he has been in years, but he’s no revelation: that praise should be re-directed towards Emma Stone as Riggan’s post-rehab daughter who oozes talent throughout, as does Lindsay Duncan as a scathing arts critic determined to bring Thomson’s world down. Zach Galifianakis is at long last given a serious role and Naomi Watts is rescued from the recent shame of Diana in a role more befitting of her unplumbed talent.


Cinematographer Emmanuel Lubezki finally fulfils the fantasy that Gravity could only dream of, with almost the entire film bearing the appearance of one continuous shot that flawlessly transitions from scene to scene. You can keep your eyes peeled for the seams, but you won’t find them: you’ll be too busy jogging your knee up and down to Antonio Sanchez’s jumbled drum score (a lyrical reflection of Riggan’s own confused headspace) and transfixed by Keaton and his cohorts traversing the neon-stained caverns of Broadway.


From the jibes taken at the current string of comic book movies (Birdman most notably sporting a Christian Bale-esque gravelly voice) to the battle between theatre and cinema, Birdman is a film of mostly subtle comedy. True, some scenes of hysterical disagreement between Keaton and Ed Norton as the crazed method actor are played for audible laughs, but it’s the quieter hints at the superiority complex of theatre that works the real magic. If anything it’s refreshing to see an American comedy that isn’t populated with middle-aged men shouting very loudly at crude toilet humour, but a carefully constructed and intelligent film that is actually about something and accomplishes an entertaining climax… even if a clearly defined ending is inexplicably followed by fifteen minutes that really don’t work.

★★★★