Let The Right One In
review by Ceili Murphy

Vampires are everywhere these days, and Hollywood along with it’s modernised versions of vampires are getting away with murder all over the show. Some walk around glittering in broad daylight seeking their personal brand of heroine. Others are hunted by humans’ hungry for their blood, see what they did there? Yep, Vampires are big bucks. The sullen emo kids of Twilight alone have clocked up the sum of $384M worldwide.
But somewhat hidden among the gush of vampire tales is Let The Right One In, a relatively small scale, Swedish film based on a book of the same name, Directed by Tomas Alfredson. The films star is a refreshing 12yr old vampire called Eli, who could easily kill all of these other vampires dead (that’s if they weren’t dead already).


Let The Right One In is a story both violent and highly romantic, set in the Stockholm suburb of Blackeberg in 1982. Twelve-year-old Oskar (Kåre Hedebrant) is constantly being bullied by the other boys at his school. Out of fear, Oskar never fights back but dreams of revenge. One evening, as Oskar is in the courtyard stabbing a tree in lieu of his tormentors, he notices Eli - the girl who just moved in next door, watching him. She's not very friendly, as she tells him right off that she can't be friends with him. But they do get to know each other better and as the friendship develops it transforms before us. Eli gives Oskar the strength to hit back but when Oskar realises that Eli needs to drink other people's blood to live he's faced with a choice. How much can love forgive?

The character of Eli’s alone breaks the mould by being neither one-dimensional nor hyper-sexualised (in fact, she may not necessarily be a woman at all). Let The Right One In doesn’t need a massive budget for special effects. Alfredson impressively balances the touching moments between the two kids and the terror of the vampire attacks. It could work as a human story so well that it would have made a great coming-of-age film even if we never found out that Eli was a vampire.
The film has won numerous awards, including the "Founders Award for Best Narrative Feature" at the 2008 Tribeca Film Festival. But as usual with classic foreign films, Hollywood has already begun production on an American remake to be directed by Matt Reeves (CLOVERFIELD). They’ve already changed the title to “LET ME IN” and it’s likely the soul of the film will be ripped to shreds. So avoid seeing the wrong version first, and get Let The Right One In out now.
 
Inglourious Basterds
review by Andrew Tidball

Really, I just don't understand you if you don't love Tarantino - and all his idiosyncratic touches that, by now, have become, dare I say Tarantino-cliche's - but hey they are truly his cliches and if anyone can relish in using them it's got to be him. RIght? Right.

So, The Basterds are a secret American-Jewish force behind enemy lines in German occupied Europe, headed by Lieutenant Aldo Raine (Brad Pitt) who strike fear in the hearts of the Nazi's by striking unexpectedly, wiping out patrols and scalping them Native American style; taking no prisoners and releasing but a few marked men to tell their remarkable tale and thereby spread the terror.

While Melanie Laurant plays Shosanna Dreyfus who escaped the execution of her entire family and builds a new life as a CInema owner in Paris. The plot unfolds and intertwines in a way that perhaps only Tarantino could get away with as huge liberties are taken with the re-imagination of history.

There's some amazing scenes of tense and at the same time comic genius. Resevoir Dogs is recalled in an underground bar scene / stand-off and Christoph Waltz's portrayal of Nazi Colonel Hans Landa is amazing.

Oh, and because it makes perfect sense - Mike Myers cameos as a British General; the soundtrack is mostly Spaghetti Western except for David Bowie's Cat People; Samuel L Jackson crops up from time-to-time as a narrator and the entire third reich go see a movie at the aforementioned cinema. Yep, Tarantino - only there wasn't very much kung-fu. Brilliant.

 
Orphan
Review by Hugh Lilly

Director Jaume Collet-Serra, whose previous film was the abysmally moronic Paris Hilton vehicle House of Wax, has managed to make a bearable—if paint-by-numbers—horror-thriller in Orphan. Esther, the oddly-dressed, fear-inducing parentless child of the title, is adopted by a respectable Connecticut family. Vera Farmiga, whose previous film Joshua also dealt with unruly offspring, plays the mother, Kate, and Peter Sarsgaard (Elegy; Jarhead) plays John, the father.

Reeling from having recently lost a child in stillbirth, the family adopt Esther from a local orphanage, and welcome her with open arms. The girl, played with an awful Eastern European accent by an American actress, has a murky past and a tendency to be in the vicinity of grisly murders, house fires and the like—although there’s never any evidence linking her to the crimes. Kate becomes suspicious of Esther early on, though, this being a horror film, no one believes her until it’s too late.

The film is constructed well, cliché genre conventions aside, and although Farmiga’s portrayal of the mother is top notch, the same cannot be said of the other actors—especially Sarsgaard, who seems like he’s sleep-walking (sleep-acting?) through nearly every scene. The main plot twist, although excitingly innovative on paper, is handled clumsily, and over-the-top score and sound design telegraph every shocking “jump-out-of-your-seat” moment before they happen.

The “creepy kid” as plot device has long been a staple of the horror-thriller genre, and occasionally, as with the 2007 Spanish film El Orfanato, it is possible to breathe new life into it. Unfortunately, apart from the child’s “insane” charcoal drawings—seemingly obligatory to the “creepy kid” sub-genre—which are given an interesting new dimension, Orphan is stultifying unoriginal.

 
500 Days of Summer isn’t a love story.
It’s a charming and bona fide story about love.
by Ceili Murphy

Much more than a standard boy meets girl tale, 500 Days of Summer avoids being just another cliché love-story instead it’s a sincere and thoughtful film about romance, commitment, and where the pursuit of it can take you over the course of a relationship… and easily one of the best movies you’ll see this year.

Joseph Gordon-Levitt plays Tom, a cubicle dweller and writer of greeting cards. Summer (Zooey Deschanel) is the new girl at the office and Tom is instantly smitten. Both characters drawn to the old, quirky and overlooked, but their taste is wide enough to include "The Graduate," Regina Spektor and the Smiths. Largely shot in the fitting and architecturally notable pre-war location in downtown L.A.

  Gordon-Levitt has his usual awkward geek cool and Summer is so so sooooooooo super cute with her big blue eyes, her sixties bangs, vintage dresses… so basically Dechanel is the same role as always. But it’s charming, classic and it does work really well for the narrative.

Directed by Marc Webb, it’s his first feature, hard to believe. What’s even harder to believe is that as well as making his first feature, Webb’s background as a music video director peeks through, in the form of SURPRISE a music video that he created on the side, as a sort of complement to "(500) Days". Check both of them out, they’re awesome.

The “Bank Heist” Music Video though it features the films stars Gordon-Levitt and Deschanel it is very different to the film itself. The track’s Why Do You Let Me Stay Here? (a Smiths cover) by She & Him (Zooey Deschanel’s band with M. Ward.)

 
District 9
review by Andrew Tidball

District 9 is South African born, Vancouver-based director Neill Blomkamp's feature-length debut; produced by Peter Jackson; based on Blomkamp's earlier short film Alive in Joberg.

Set contemporarily, or perhaps even in recent history, and shot in a quasi cinéma vérité / documentary style, District 9 starts recalling the history when, twenty years ago in 1982, a giant space ship stalled in the sky above Johannesburg. Eventually the ship was boarded and nearly two million malnourished and, evidently leaderless aliens discovered. They were shipped down to Earth and housed in a temporary camp outside Johannesburg called District 9.

 

District 9 fast becomes a slum and "human-nature" soon prevails as the hapless stranded arthropod-like aliens become discriminated against. Derogatorily referred to in glorious South African accents as Prawns and having developed an almost comic addiction to tinned cat-food (a Peter Jackson-esque touch if ever I saw one!).

Sharlto Copley, who had co-produced Alive in Joberg now plays Wikus van de Merwe who is assigned as head of a relocation program to evict the aliens from their homes in District 9 to a new camp located 200 km from Johannesburg and policed by private military contractor. His character progresses from the ineffectual and self-important leader to friend and ally; it's not long before you find yourself on the side of the aliens and questioning this thing we call 'humanity'.

For the most part the special effects are gritty and believable - save for a poorly placed Transformer towards the end that seemed a bit unnecessary really.



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  Taking Woodstock
review by Andrew Tidball

Taking Woodstock is the, perhaps romanticized, account of how forty years ago Elliot Tiber, whose parents owned a small motel in Upstate New York , and who at the time, held the only music festival permit, brought the now legendary three-day event to Bethel, New York.

The Woodstock festival was originally planned to be held at in industrial park in the town of Wallkill, New York but local townsfolk were opposed to the prospect of literally thousands of hippies invading their town and on July 15, 1969 the Wallkill Zoning Board of Appeals officially banned the concert on the basis that the planned portable toilets would not meet town code. Having already applied for a festival permit to hold his annual "music festival", which by account usually entailed Tiber playing some of his records on his front lawn to a small gathering of music lovers, our hero reads of Woodstock Ventures' plight; makes a call; a chopper lands, carrying Jonathan Groff as Woodstock organizer Michael Lang; followed by several limo's of co-organizers arrive to scope the new proposed venue - El Monaco Motel.

While the Motel is clearly far too small to house even the vastly under-represented proposed 50,000 concert-goers - a neighboring farm owned by Max Yusgar is deemed perfect - and within a month the festival that is, historically, the mother of all music festivals occurs.

Don't expect an entirely factual account or a concert-film; it's more a heart-warming story of embracing those who are different; a story of triumph over adversity and, ultimately, the story of a young man becoming an adult and finally seeing his parents as his equals and accepting them as they accept him.

Speaking of parents, Imelda Staunton who plays Elliot's mom and Henry Goodman, his dad, steal the show with their wonderful and lovable characterizations. An enjoyable film, if only a little light-weight.

Avatar - the Reveal
first impressions by Andrew Tidball

I was lucky enough to be invited along to one of the handful of 'reveals' of James Cameron's latest epic - due for release in December. A normal cinema trailer just cannot do the visual feast any justice whatsoever. Filmed in 3D at 24 frames per second it's a a hybrid of live action and computer animation - and based on the 15 or so minutes we were treated to - the hybrid is truly seamless. Honestly I was gob-smacked by the sheer beauty that has been created for the planet Pandora.

Jake Sully (Sam Worthington) is an ex-marine who has paralyzed during combat - he's given a new chance at walking by participating in the Avatar program, whereby he is given a new genetically-bred human-Na'vi hybrid body, known as an Avatar - the new breathing body is controlled by the human "driver". Jake travels to Pandora and meets a young Na'vi female Neytiri and teh age-old story of boy-meets-alien-and-falls-in-live seems like it's going to unfold.

Based on the snippets we were treated to it's impossible to tell if the narrative, plot and script of this film will stand up to match the unquestionably amazing visual experience it will be; but I, for one, am sure as hell going to be among the first to find out for myself come December. At the very least, it's going to blow my mind with it's prettiness!

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