My Eleven Favourite Films of 2019

As usual, I’ve had considerable difficulty wittling down my favourite films of this year to just ten, so I’m sorry, but it simply has to be eleven. Yes, I know that’s against the “rules”. No, I don’t care. If it bothers you that much, write your own list.

Here are some honourable mentions that just missed out: Capernaum, Us, Rocketman, Booksmart, Yesterday, Once Upon A Time In Hollywood, The Farewell, Joker, A Shaun the Sheep Movie: Farmageddon , Burning, and Motherless Brooklyn (a particularly painful omission, as I consider it criminally underrated by critics and shamefully ignored by audiences).

I should add that I’ve yet to see awards contender Marriage Story, but will be watching it properly (ie in the cinema, not on Netflix) at the beginning of next year. I will also be catching up with Monos next month, which I suspect could also have proved a strong contender. If I am adequately impressed by either film, I might revisit and revise this list (or perhaps simply expand it to thirteen films).

And now, the 2019 countdown commences:

favourite4.011. The Favourite – Yorgos Lanthimos may be an acquired taste, but I’ve definitely acquired it, and this deliciously dark period drama is no exception. Featuring three superb central performances (Olivia Colman, Emma Stone, and Rachel Weisz), a savage screenplay (by Deborah Davis and Tony McNamara), and auteur direction recalling the best of Kubrick, this tale of the court of Queen Anne is packed with refreshingly unsentimental, viciously funny intrigue, deception, and power-play. Yet beneath all the savage wit, cruelty, and eccentricity, there lies a clever meditation on survival instinct and human nature. Historically dubious, maybe, but this is an unsparing, quite brilliant dissection of the human condition.

le-mans-6610. Le Mans 66 – James Mangold’s fact based tale of the famous 1966 Ford vs Ferrari showdown at Le Mans is anchored not only by blistering, tyre-screeching racing sequences, but by two very good central performances from Christian Bale and Matt Damon (as legendary driver and designer Ken Miles and Carroll Shelby respectively). Off the track, the film focuses on their friendship, and becomes less a tale of rival manufacturers, and more a tale of mavericks versus the man, with Damon and Miles butting heads with the corporate suits at Ford. This will likely strike a chord with those who deal with middle management purgatory on a regular basis, and as with all great sports films, an interest in motor racing isn’t necessary to enjoy the thrilling spectacle.

HUSTLERS9. Hustlers – Far from being a film about ghastly superficial people ripping off other ghastly superficial people, Lorene Scafaria’s fact-based tale of strippers ripping off Wall Street bigwigs pre and post 2008 financial crash is in fact riveting stuff. Not only does it feature superb performances from Constance Wu and Jennifer Lopez (in a kind of Henry Hill/Jimmy the Gent Goodfellas style relationship) but it also has interesting things to say about Wall Street men, the women they mistreat, female empowerment, and America in general. “Money makes me horny” and “America is a strip club” are two key lines deployed at crucial points.

Bait-image-28. Bait – Mark Jenkin’s determinedly lo-fi monochrome masterpiece, shot and hand-processed using an old 16mm film camera, is both a labour of love, and indeed a love letter to life in the small fishing villages of south-west England. With every bit of sound and dialogue redubbed, this reminded me both of classical Italian cinema and the films of Ingmar Bergman (Cornish Bergman being a curious novelty). The plot itself is accessible and relatable, and features a feud between fisherman and tourists. Performances are splendid, and Jenkin’s eye and ear for local sights and sounds are spot-on. An authentic, beautiful, darkly funny, occasionally shocking, quietly devastating gem.

star-wars-rise-skywalker-kylo-rey7. Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker – At the moment, I feel slightly torn between two points of view on this film (see my spoiler-free review here for more details). For now however, I’m giving it the benefit of the doubt as a spectacular and satisfying, albeit safe conclusion to the Star Wars saga. As a lifelong fan, I can’t really not give this a place on the list, but I’m placing it lower than Star Wars films usually end up in the top ten, with the understanding that it could rise (no pun intended) on subsequent viewings. Whatever conclusions I eventually arrive at, there is loads to enjoy here, and I suspect children viewing it now will end up thinking of it in the same way my generation views Return of the Jedi.

knives-out-rev-16. Knives Out – Rian Johnson’s superbly crafted old-school whodunit is first and foremost a cracking entertainment. It is also, if you wish to look, a clever (non-preachy) commentary on contemporary America’s absurdly polarised politics, casual racism, and hypocrisy in attitudes to immigrants. Or you can just ignore all that, and enjoy Daniel Craig’s Deep South Poirot/Columbo fusion, as his private investigator Benoit Blanc uncovers foul play in a house full of murder suspects, when a crime novelist supposedly commits suicide. Naturally the all-star cast are terrific, especially Chris Evans and upcoming Bond girl Ana de Armas.

de-niro-irishman-netflix5. The Irishman – Martin Scorsese’s long-gestating, epic, three and a half hour adaptation of Charles Brandt’s book I Heard You Paint Houses is his best film in many years. Working with an astonishing cast that includes Robert De Niro, Joe Pesci, and Al Pacino, and aided by ILM digital de-aging technology, the film covers several decades seamlessly showing the characters in various different eras. This riveting tale of how Teamster driver Frank Sheeran (De Niro), winds up befriending and ultimately assassinating union boss Jimmy Hoffa (Pacino) at the behest of the mob, is familiar Scorsese turf. However, this is a melancholy, elegiac, thoughtful piece of work; less fast and self-consciously stylish than Mean Streets or Goodfellas, and more sombre and reflective. This is particularly true in the final stretches, whereby Sheeran faces up to just what a life of crime has cost him in terms of family relationships, mentally, and spiritually.

The Kindergarten Teacher4. The Kindergarten Teacher – Maggie Gyllenhaal’s stunning central performance anchors writer/director Sara Colangelo’s superb remake of the Israeli original. A slow-burn, psychological drama that gets under the skin in a quite remarkable way, this tale of a kindergarten teacher’s increasingly unhealthy obsession with a poet child prodigy could have gone a number of ways (including the psycho-thriller route) but instead Colangelo opts for something more thought provoking, exploring the dangers of living vicariously, and the way an indifferent world can crush genuine artistic talent.

https _blogs-images.forbes.com_scottmendelson_files_2019_04_screencapture-file-C-Users-JckNa-OneDrive-Desktop-b-avengersendgame-horizontal-friday-17793-04d92fbf-webp-2019-04-23-08_14_143. Avengers: Endgame – Although this isn’t the end of Marvel’s mega-franchise, this film certainly felt as though the curtain came down on the present iteration. At any rate, this Russo Brothers helmed comic book epic featuring Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, Hulk, et al proved an astonishing smackdown with uber-villain Thanos. Yes, the plot is essentially fan service, but done so very well, to such crowd-pleasing effect, that it barely matters. Almost every one of the key heroes gets their moment to shine, with emotionally resonant character arcs, and the visual effects in that final battle are truly staggering. Yet for me, the most powerful moments of the film are in the opening movement, amid the eerily apocalyptic, post “snap” gloom. It has been nonsensically suggested by a certain famous film director that Marvel movies are not cinema. Will all due respect to said film director, whose work I admire enormously, this film categorically proves that assertion is nonsense.

midsommar2. Midsommar – Ari Aster’s masterful horror film is so much more than just pagan panic and gruesome shocks. By using sunlight and opulent colour rather than darkness and shadows, the film is cleverly counter intuitive in its slow-burn of building dread. Yet when the horrors arrive, they are, above all, an outward reflection of what is happening inwardly to Florence Pugh’s tormented protagonist. The breakdown of her relationship with her selfish boyfriend contains many interesting facets, considering relationships themselves are very much a religion of the modern age. Perhaps my offhand reference to this as The Wicker Man: He’s Just Not That Into You isn’t just a silly joke after all. Either way, this is a stunningly unsettling piece of work.

Watson-Pugh-Ronan-Scanlen-Little-Women1. Little Women – Greta Gerwig’s adaptation of the much beloved classic tinkers with timelines to brilliant effect, adding freshness, contrast, and irony to the point that it becomes the definitive screen version. A superb central performance from Saoirse Ronan as Jo is complimented by an equally superb cast, including a scene stealing Meryl Streep, and the brilliant Florence Pugh. The latter gives new depth to Amy; an oft-underserved character in previous adaptations (although I still haven’t forgiven her for burning Jo’s manuscript). Gorgeous cinematography recalls the look of Barry Lyndon, and Alexandre Desplat’s beautiful score is the icing on this warm, generous, joy of a film. Oscars must be forthcoming, surely?

That’s it for 2019. Among the bigger films out next year, we’ve got more superhero shenanigans with Wonder Woman 1984 and Black Widow, immersive war drama from Sam Mendes with 1917, Terrence Malick’s A Hidden Life, a long awaited Top Gun sequel, Top Gun: Maverick, the new James Bond film No Time To Die, Christopher Nolan’s Tenet, and at the back end of the year, Steven Spielberg’s new version of West Side Story, and Denis Villeneuve’s long awaited take on Dune. I’m very excited (and nervous) to see how the latter turns out. Hopefully there will also be lots of smaller films, sleeper hits, and independent gems that stand out amid the sea of sequels, reboots, and remakes.

Film Review – Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker

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Reviewing the finale to not just this Star Wars trilogy but the other two that came before it is no easy task, because I find myself torn between two viewpoints. More on that later, but for now let me preface this review by saying it will have no spoilers, or indeed any significant discussion of plot details. I may later write a spoiler-laden second review but for now this is safe territory for those who are yet to view the film.

My history with the Star Wars saga is long, complicated, and deeply personal. The original trilogy aren’t merely classics, but cinematic sacred texts that spoke volumes to me as a child (and as an adult). The prequels were a technical triumph, but in retrospect, otherwise a disappointment (although to be fair, they are much loved by those who saw them as children). The new trilogy, by contrast, began strongly, with The Force Awakens. It wasn’t up to the standard of the original films, but proved solidly enjoyable.

Then came The Last Jedi, or as I call it, The-Star-Wars-Film-I-Didn’t-Know-I-Desperately-Needed.

A very vocal (but I’m convinced small) group of so-called fans condemned The Last Jedi for reasons that to me seem foolish at best, and sexist, racist, and hateful at worst. Needless to say I cannot emphasise enough how much I disagree with their views. In years to come, I believe The Last Jedi will be recognised as what it so obviously is to me: a masterpiece. It is bold, exciting, and visually stunning; iconoclastic for all the right reasons, yet still working within the template set by George Lucas. It thrilled me, gripped me, and deeply moved me (to tears, in fact). To be honest, the saga could have ended there, and I wouldn’t have complained.

So how then does The Rise of Skywalker develop the themes Rian Johnson introduced in The Last Jedi? Perhaps unsurprisingly, it doesn’t. Much of what Johnson set up is either ignored entirely, or retreated from, presumably in an attempt to appease the afore-mentioned vocal groups who derided Johnson’s film. Instead, The Rise of Skywalker feels more like a direct sequel to The Force Awakens (even though it isn’t), with writer Chris Terrio and director JJ Abrams playing things decidedly safe.

Does this matter? Well, on one level, no. The Rise of Skywalker certainly doesn’t leave the viewer short-changed in terms of spectacle. There are all the strange planets, droids, aliens, monsters, chases, space-battles, and duels you could possibly wish for, and the visual effects are, as always, staggering. One lightsabre fight that takes place amid huge crashing waves is particularly epic, and the whole thing cracks along with plenty of amusing banter from well-loved characters.

Better still, the film features two stunning lead performances from Daisy Ridley as Rey, and Adam Driver as Kylo Ren. Their fascinating, Force-projecting relationship is placed front and centre here, and it does develop in some genuinely interesting ways. Whether duelling or verbally sparring, there’s an underlying tinge of eroticism which bizarrely brought to mind Gregory Peck and Jennifer Jones’s dangerous sexual tension in sadly forgotten western Duel in the Sun. So yes, the film certainly delivers on that front.

The rest of the cast rather play second fiddle, but they are always fun to watch, especially John Boyega’s Finn and Oscar Issac’s Poe Dameron. The much-trumpeted return of Emperor Palpatine is agreeably ludicrous. In fact, his return owes more to ideas in Harry Potter than anything in previous Star Wars films. That said, it’s always a joy to watch Ian McDiarmid in cackling pantomime villain mode. Also on the villainous side, we get the return of frustrated space-Hitler General Hux (Domhnall Gleeson), and better still Richard E Grant as new character General Pryde.

By contrast, Kelly Marie Tran’s Rose is unfairly sidelined (I suspect in response to fanbrat vitriol), and Carrie Fisher’s appearance (via repurposed footage shot for previous films) is distracting, because I couldn’t help but attempt to spot the joins. Other older cast members return, including Billy Dee Williams as Lando Calrissian, Joonas Suatamo as Chewbacca (taking over again, from the late Peter Mayhew), and obviously Anthony Daniels as C-3PO (much less underused in this film, to my mind). Other new additions to the cast do well in sorely underwritten roles – for example, Naomi Ackie’s Jannah, and Keri Russell’s Zori Bliss. Perhaps there would have been more opportunity for these characters to shine, had the plot been a little more simplified, and a little less follow-the-artefacts.

One cannot review a Star Wars film without discussing the invaluable contributions of composer John Williams, and here he is on great form. There are a couple of tremendous new themes, woven into a score that also cleverly refers to older themes, often in minor keys, or in “remember this?” moments. Lifelong fans will have much to enjoy as they spot the musical references throughout. Williams has said this will be his last score for Star Wars, and he will be desperately missed in future episodes. Despite the incessant bickering from various factions of fandom, one thing at least they can all agree on is that without John Williams, Star Wars would have been a very, very different beast indeed.

Ultimately, there are two ways to view The Rise of Skywalker. First, as a back-peddle from The Last Jedi, and a wasted opportunity which instead of forging ahead with new ideas, relies on old ones, and “plays the hits” so to speak. As such, it’s not a terrible film, just a very safe (albeit needlessly convoluted) one that falls back on the Return of the Jedi style of wrapping up Star Wars trilogies.

Alternatively, you can accept Obi-Wan’s “certain point of view” ideology, and essentially reject the idea that anything from The Last Jedi has been back-peddled. You can accept that Star Wars has always, first and foremost, been a throwback to 1930s/40s Saturday matinee serials like Flash Gordon, and as such the thrill-a-minute breakneck pace, whizz-bang, don’t-take-it-too-seriously aesthetic is entirely in keeping with what made the original trilogy so remarkable. To be coldly objective, Return of the Jedi isn’t guiltless of moving away from some of the darker themes in its predecessor. Indeed, the original treatment for it was much darker (it included the death of Han Solo, and a much more melancholy finale). Instead, George Lucas realised that the saga needed to end on a more upbeat, redemptive note. Let’s face it: even though Return of the Jedi rehashed the Death Star idea, and became more about muppets and monsters than a more grown-up reinvention of mythology, it did feature that amazing Luke/Vader/Emperor confrontation. Furthermore, it was adored by the children who saw it at the time, including me, who now won’t hear a word against it. I suspect the same may end up being the case for children watching The Rise of Skywalker.

For that reason alone, I’m opting for the latter of the above views for the time being, giving The Rise of Skywalker the benefit of the doubt as an exhilarating spectacle that delivers a satisfying, action-packed, fan-service stuffed finale to what is now being called the “Skywalker saga” Star Wars films. What the future holds for the franchise I have no idea, but I am sure we haven’t seen the last of that galaxy far, far away.

UK Certificate: 12A

US Certificate: PG-13

My Ten Favourite Films of the 2010s

Before I dive into my ten favourite films of the 2010s, I need to be clear on one point: these are my ten “favourites”, not necessarily the “greatest”. However, I would add that these films I would consider masterpieces by any reasonable standard, and that in years to come, they may well be thought of as classics.

Cinema has evolved a great deal in the last ten years, and quite frankly not always for the better. Personally, I still mourn the loss of 35mm as the projected standard. Digital has never sat quite right with me, although given that so much is shot that way these days, perhaps it only really matters with re-releases of older films. On the other hand, digital has allowed for many more of said re-releases, so there is a silver lining.

Another way in which cinema has evolved in ways I do not approve of concerns the rise of Netflix. I think it’s great that Netflix give directors the chance to make the film they want on their terms with no interference. However, their policy of not adhering to the 90 day cinema window of release (standard elsewhere in the industry), and the knock-on effect, greatly bothers me. It is particularly galling when it results in films crying out for a big screen (such as Roma) being given miniscule, letter-of-the-law releases only, in order to qualify for awards.

I have ranted about these issues before many times on this blog, so I’ll spare you any more of my bile on this subject, and instead turn to more positive matters. This decade may have seen mainstream Hollywood become ever more creatively inert, increasingly reliant on sequels, prequels, reboots, and remakes, but every so often these old studios still chuck out an interesting curveball. Even more encouragingly, independent cinema – in the US and around the world- is an increasingly potent force, with many if not most of films that have caught my interest this decade hailing from often humble origins. In that respect, cinema is as alive and well as it has ever been, with some of the most radical and incisive works frequently catching me unaware, out of left field.

Here then is a brief list of “honourable mentions” – films that didn’t quite make the final ten, but are worthy of special mention regardless: The Social Network, The Illusionist, Of Gods and Men, Looper, Love & Friendship, Skyfall, Philomena, Nightcrawler, Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse, Toy Story 3, Interstellar, Boyhood, Birdman (Or The Unexpected Virtue Of Ignorance), Paddington, Paddington 2, Bridge of Spies, Steve Jobs, Tinker Tailer Soldier Spy, Warrior, Hunt for the Wilderpeople, La La Land, Your Name, Under the Shadow, Arrival, Sicario, Dunkirk, The Dark Knight Rises, The Red Turtle, First Man, Baby Driver, The Death of Stalin, Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri, Star Wars: The Last Jedi, Three Identical Strangers, They Shall Not Grow Old, Roma, and Mad Max Fury Road.

u-g-F6D1KJ010. Gravity – Alfonso Cuaron has had a very strong decade, but whilst it would be trendy to opt for Roma in this list, for sheer big screen thrills this can’t be equalled. In essence the plot is little more than a survival B-movie is space, but it is done so well with great performances from Sandra Bullock and George Clooney. Obviously it must be seen on a big screen. On top of all this, the emotional and metaphysical aspects of the story – grief, death, rebirth- are every bit as powerful as the stomach flipping disaster sequences and astonishing visual effects. Great music score too (by Steven Price). A fantastic, emphatic rebuttal to those who claim TV is where it is at, and that cinema is a spent force.

MV5BMjAzNzk5MzgyNF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTE4NDU5Ng@@._V1_9. Hugo – Martin Scorsese has had a very strong decade, with the likes of Silence and The Irishman also competing for space on this list. Nonetheless, of his work this decade it is Hugo for which I have greatest affection. This story of a mysterious orphan boy living within the clocks and walls of a Parisian railway station circa the 1930s features a great central performance from Asa Butterfield. There’s also fine support from Chloe Moretz, Sacha Baron Cohen, Ben Kinglsey, Jude Law, and a rare, non-sinister Christopher Lee performance as a kindly bookshop owner. The visual effects are stunning, and for once the 3-D is a truly integral element of the film. Indeed, this is a film about film, film history, and as such is a very personal piece of work for Scorsese. But it is also a delightful, intelligent, and moving children’s story.

victoria-film-poster8. Victoria – This extraordinarily singular, gripping, gut-wrenching film owes as much if not more credit to cinematographer Sturla Brandth, as it does to director Sebastian Schipper, for the sheer audacity of shooting a two hour twenty minute film on multiple Berlin locations in the early hours of the morning, in one single, genuinely unbroken shot. Yet this is not merely an outstanding technical achievement. By living through the actions of the protagonists in real time – as they move from pulsing nightclub to talky Linklater-esque drama, love story, nail-biting heist and full blown melodramatic tragedy – the viewer undergoes an intense emotional rollercoaster. A vital, vibrant, cinematic out-of-body experience.

MV5BMjQ0MTgyNjAxMV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTgwNjUzMDkyODE@._V1_7. Captain America: Civil War – The Marvel Cinematic Universe has been a major success story this decade, and ushered in something of a golden era for superhero films. With a large portfolio of consistently entertaining and playful films to choose from, I am opting for Captain America: Civil War as my top Marvel film for a number of reasons. For a start, it features a genuinely interesting moral dilemma. Captain America’s argument with Iron Man, regarding UN oversight of the Avengers, has no clear right answer. For the record, I’m with Captain America (ie belief in individuals over trusting government oversight will make the right choice). Great performances from Robert Downey Jr and Chris Evans anchor the piece, and the Russo Brothers direct with flair, both in the more intimate moments and in action scenes (the airport set-piece remains a standout).

718zWbDKmvL._SY606_6. A Star is Born – Proof that not all remakes are bad. Indeed, although I enjoyed all previous versions of the film, this new take is my favourite. A passion project for Bradley Cooper, this sees him direct as well as act opposite Lady Gaga. Both leads are remarkable, as once great singer Jackson Maine, and as a diamond in the rough Ally respectively. Of course, when Lady Gaga sings, it is nothing less than electrifying. There are also noteworthy supporting roles, particularly in the form of the excellent Sam Elliot, whose gives a subtle and very moving performance. Tears are well and truly jerked in the inevitably tragic second half, but Jackson’s fall isn’t so much about bitterness and jealousy as a lifetime of trauma and addiction. The latter subject is treated compassionately and humanely, with Ally’s unconditional, sacrificial love in the face of Jackson’s drunken antics proving particularly powerful.

SENNA_UK1SHT.indd5. Senna – The inclusion of this documentary in my ten favourites of the decade is all the more remarkable considering I have no interest in Formula 1 racing whatsoever. Nonetheless, Asif Kapadia’s extraordinary documentary about racing legend Aryton Senna is a fascinating, gripping, thrilling, emotionally devastating, powerhouse of a film. Kapadia eschews talking heads pontificating on past events, and instead structures his film from racing footage, home movies, drivers meetings (a genuinely fascinating insight into Formula 1 politics), and so on. As a result, the film has the immediacy of an action film. However, what makes it great isn’t the sport, but the universally relatable human themes such as ambition, rivalry, faith, and loss. In short, Senna is a superb and fitting tribute to a racing legend and a Brazilian national hero.

MV5BMTMwNjQ0NjMzN15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNjMxMTkyNA@@._V1_4. The Tree of Life – Terrence Malick’s love-it-or-hate-it masterpiece is a genuinely singular piece of work; a dazzlingly beautiful, stream of consciousness, cinematic meditation on suffering, the Book of Job, and nostalgic reminiscence of the wonders and traumas of childhood. The dialogue is mostly in voiceover, like a prayer to God, as Sean Penn looks back on his turbulent adolescent years, living with his stern father (Brad Pitt) and kindly mother (Jessica Chastain). The film arguably overreaches in its recreations of God creating the Universe and the sequences near the finale that (it is implied) take place in heaven (well, on a beach in heaven). However, you’ve got to give Malick points for sheer audacity, even if this does amount to little more than a very expensive way of soothingly saying “It’s all right”. Depending on your point of view this is either pretentious drivel or cinema as life-changing religious experience. For me it is the latter, for very personal reasons. I will just add that one story I read online spoke of how the film helped a couple come to terms with the tragic cot death of their baby. For that reason alone, God bless Terrence Malick.

MV5BOTgxMDQwMDk0OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTgwNjU5OTg2NDE@._V1_3. Inside Out – Pixar had a golden decade in the 2000s, but their output over the last ten years has been decidedly inconsistent. However, the unquestionable stand-out in recent years is Inside Out, which as far as I’m concerned should have won Best Picture at the Oscars. This delightfully surreal, offbeat adventure takes place inside the mind of a young girl called Riley, and features characters based on her emotions: Joy, Sadness, Fear, Disgust and Anger. Funny, touching and very, very wise, this provokes floods of tears from yours truly every time I see it (the Bing-Bong moment in particular is an existential tragedy for the ages). It is also hilariously funny – for example, when Joy and companions made an ill-advised trip into the abstract thought part of Riley’s mind, and end up changing shape into various surreal forms (“Oh no! We’re non-figurative!”).

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2. The Babadook – This decade has been a very good one for horror films. A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night, A Quiet Place, Raw, Midsommar, and Under the Shadow (a close second for this spot) and a few others have all been genuinely outstanding entries in the genre. However, for me Jennifer Kent’s The Babadook remains this decade’s horror stand-out. Featuring a pair of superb performances from Essie Davis and Daniel Henshall, the film concerns a struggling single mother and troubled young son who are tormented by a demonic force that manifests through a children’s book that refuses to be destroyed or cast out of their home. An exploration of grief and guilt, the film develops into something genuinely terrifying, but also deeply cathartic, and ultimately very moving. The Babadook will make your hair stand on end, but it is also a profoundly compassionate work that benefits from repeat viewings.

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1. Inception – As far as I’m concerned, Christopher Nolan is the most interesting director working in mainstream Hollywood. His is a singular artistic voice and a stern rebuke to the idea that big blockbuster filmmaking needs to be pandering, dumbed down, or unintelligent. In the case of Inception, Nolan made a truly extraordinary, metaphysical heist action movie. With a nifty premise (dream infiltration to implant ideas in the subconscious), superb performances (including one of Leonardo DiCaprio’s finest), and stunningly realised action sequences (the exhilarating zero gravity fight sequence for instance), Inception remains one of the most influential, groundbreaking films of the decade. An endlessly rewatchable, visually iconic, mind-bending spectacle of dizzying proportions.

And that’s it from me. Who knows what the next ten years of cinema will bring? Exciting things, I hope. Look out for my ten best films of 2019 on the blog soon (I’m waiting to watch Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker before I compile it). It only remains for me to wish you all a Merry Christmas.

Film Review – Little Women

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Writer/director Greta Gerwig’s take on Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women is nothing less than superb. Of the previous versions, I like the 1933 version, am less keen on the 1949 version, and have a soft spot for the underrated 1994 version. However, this new take is the best of the bunch by some distance, with Gerwig making bold directorial and narrative choices that pay off in spades.

For example, Gerwig begins by introducing grown-up Jo March (Saoirse Ronan) as a struggling writer living in New York, pitching her work to a publisher. She then receives news that her sister Beth (Eliza Scanlen) is ill, and returns home to Massachusetts. Flashbacks ensue, telling the story of Jo and Beth growing up with their other sisters Meg (Emma Watson) and Amy (Florence Pugh), during the American Civil War. Most of the memorable incident in the novel is present and correct – including Meg’s hair burning and Amy’s novel burning (the latter still nigh-on unforgivable as far as I’m concerned) – but Gerwig’s structure, intercutting between past and present, adds contrast and irony in ways that are emotionally resonant and thought provoking (the episode with Beth’s illness being a key case in point).

Introducing the characters as adults wrong-foots anyone coming to this film thinking it’s a slight tale of pleasant middle-class teenage girls circa 19th Century America who “struggle”, but do all right in the end. Rather, this is a story with a genuinely ambitious protagonist (Jo) who, against the social confines of the time, doesn’t see marriage and children as her primary calling in life, and wants to be taken seriously as a writer. Her sisters likewise have hopes and dreams of their own, even if in some cases (Meg), they are more modest and conventional.

The cast are all terrific. In particular, Florence Pugh’s take on Amy is much deeper than in previous versions (the clashes with Jo are usually depicted in brattier terms). Although I’m not  normally a fan of Emma Watson, here she surprised me, proving a warm and engaging Meg. There is also fine support from Laura Dern (Marmee March), Timothee Chalamet (the girl’s childhood friend Laurie, who falls obsessively in love with Jo), James Norton (John Brooke, a respectable teacher Meg sets her sights on), Chris Cooper (the March’s kindly and wealthy neighbour, Mr Laurence), and Meryl Streep (Aunt March, who steals every one of her scenes). It’s worth mentioning Chris Cooper’s splendid turn as the March’s wealthy but kindly neighbour Mr Laurence, whose quiet grief over the loss of his daughter is eased by Beth’s piano playing. Oh – and I very much liked Louis Garrel’s take on Friedrich Bhaer, who gives Jo the tough love criticism she needs to spur her on to better writing.

However, it is Saoirse Ronan’s central performance that impressed me above all. She perfectly captures Jo’s restless, independent, ink-under-the-fingernails determination. We admire her courage, kindness, and ambition, but also witness her pride, doubts, vulnerabilities, and failings. In short, she is a fantastic rendering of one of my favourite literary characters. On top of all this, Yorick Le Saux’s gorgeous cinematography is a delight for the eye, and Alexandre Desplat contributes a lovely music score that might even equal the Thomas Newman score from the 1994 version (the latter ended up getting overused in umpteen trailers, so you’ve probably heard it even if you don’t know what it’s from).

Quite honestly I’ve never understood the literary snobbery about Little Women in certain quarters. For me it’s as important as Austen. Here it gets an extraordinary, brilliant, big screen treatment. As an alternative to lightsabres and space battles, this absorbing, generous, warm hug of a film is perfect counter-programming for a trip to the cinema this Christmas. In fact, I think it might well be the best film I’ve seen this year. Expect Oscar nominations.

(NOTE: I saw an advance preview. This is released on Boxing Day in the UK.)

UK Certificate: U

US Certificate: PG

2019 In Review

2019 has been an extremely busy year for me, and I am very pleased to have released a number of novels and shorter pieces.

Novels

Two more of my gothic mystery horror thrillers were released: The Irresistible Summons, which erred much more on the horror side, and Phantom Audition, which was more on the thriller side. Both feature nail-biting, page-turning spooky shenanigans, and were very well received. If you’re interested in picking up a copy as a Christmas present (or to read yourself) click here for The Irresistible Summons and here for Phantom Audition.

Shorts

Also this year, my short story Papercut was included in romantic fantasy anthology First Love, also published by Dragon Soul Press. Furthermore, three of my “Drabbles” (micro-fiction of exactly 100 words) were published by Blood Song Books anthology Curses & Cauldrons. These anthologies have also been very well reviewed. Check them out here and here, respectively.

Works in progress

Of the above works, Phantom Audition was a novel I wrote early in the year, and that was fast-tracked for publication. Compared with other years, I have written less than usual, outside of that, but there are still a number of short stories, and one novella, waiting in the wings. Indeed, delving into shorter works has been an agreeable change of pace for me, and the total word count of the above almost amounts to the equivalent of another novel. So I’ve not been that lazy.

On the blog

As ever, I’ve enjoyed covering lots of different topics on the blog. I love to write on subjects I am passionate about, and hopefully spark some discussion. You might have missed some of these, or want to re-read them, so here are three of my favourites.

Never Surrender to the Professionally Offended: A Rallying Cry for Authors

Uses and Abuses of Inner Monologue

Why Spoiler Awareness is Important

The Tangent Tree

Series three of The Tangent Tree – the film podcast I co-host with Samantha Stephen – is about to begin next week. Series two appeared earlier in the year. You can catch up on all episodes at the Tangent Tree website here – or listen on iTunes, Spotify, Podcast Addict and so on.

There have been many people who helped and supported me this year, sometimes through difficult things.

You know who you are.

Thank you.

Film Review – Motherless Brooklyn

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Motherless Brooklyn is a passion project for writer/director/star Edward Norton. In adapting Jonathan Lehem’s novel, he’s created a gripping, atmospheric, rich stew of a film; a noir conspiracy thriller with roots in highly fictionalised fact. More on that in a bit.

Set in 1950s New York, the plot concerns a lonely New York private investigator with Tourette’s Syndrome, Lionel Essrog (Norton). After the murder of his boss (also his mentor and closest friend), Essrog starts poking around in what got him killed. In doing so Essrog uncovers a web of lies, greed, and more murder, with potentially suspicious links to power crazed city planner Moses Randolph (Alec Baldwin). Along the way, he is drawn to activist Laura Rose (Gugu Mbatha-Raw), a woman as lonely as he is. But in classic noir style, she has a dark secret of her own.

Although this is definitely a labour of love for Norton (recalling his greatest performances in the likes of Fight Club and Primal Fear), the rest of the cast get plenty of opportunity to chew melodramatic scenery, especially Baldwin. Mbatha-Raw is wonderful, and other memorable supporting turns include the likes of Willem Dafoe, Bobby Canavale, and Bruce Willis.

Everything from Dick Pope’s cinematography to Daniel Pemberton’s inspired jazz score underlines Norton’s vivid direction, which immerses the viewer in the period to terrific effect. I’ve not read the novel on which this is based, but the Chandler-esque narration not only ticks all the right hard-boiled noir boxes, but also generates sympathy for Norton’s singular PI, especially with the reactions generated by his medical affliction. Most poignant of all is when we learn of his backstory – and the backstory of his colleagues – all of whom came together to start their PI business after bonding as children amid a decidedly unpleasant Catholic orphanage. This backstory becomes increasingly relevant as the story unfolds.

The story also reveals the deeply alarming (and racist) Machiavellian machinations of city planning in New York. Moses Randolph is a character inspired by the late New York city planner Robert Moses, whose controversial schemes are reflected in the narrative. After watching this, I did some of my own research into Moses, and it was very interesting to see that although lauded as a hero by some, the darker side of his legacy still lingers. According to Norton, he essentially got away with his racist plans.

At any rate, regardless of the historic facts that inspired it, this is a terrific, hugely absorbing film that has been somewhat underrated by critics and sadly ignored by audiences. I was often reminded me of Chinatown, and that is a comparison I do not make lightly. At any rate, I suspect its reputation will grow in years to come, but in the meantime, I urge you to join me and become one of the smug few who saw Motherless Brooklyn in the cinema during the original release.

UK Certificate: 15

US Certificate: R

Content Warnings: Violence, swearing

Film Review – A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

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Non-US cinemagoers considering whether to see A Beautiful Day in the Neighbourhood would do well to first watch the excellent documentary Will You Be My Neighbour? Whilst American viewers will be familiar with late, legendary children’s entertainer Fred Rogers, those elsewhere will get a good introduction to this extraordinary man in said documentary. I confess that when I watched it earlier this year, it moved me to tears.

A Beautiful Day in the Neighbourhood is not quite in the same league, although Marielle Heller’s film still tugs at heart strings, and is a fine companion piece. Indeed, there is much to praise, most obviously the brilliant casting of Tom Hanks as Fred Rogers. However, this film doesn’t so much concern Rogers as journalist Lloyd Vogel (Matthew Rhys), who interviewed him for Esquire magazine. Vogel is a cynical man estranged from his father Jerry (Chris Cooper). He initially treats Rogers with scepticism, but is gradually won over by his singular kindness and humanity. The influence of Rogers puts Vogel on a predictable but moving path towards forgiveness and family reconciliation, although I’m not sure how much of this has been exaggerated for dramatic effect.

Either way, A Beautiful Day in the Neighbourhood is a very fine piece of work with a clutch of terrific performances.

(NOTE: I saw a preview screening. This isn’t released in the UK until 31st January.)

UK Certificate: PG

US Certificate: PG

Film Review – Ordinary Love

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Ordinary Love is the new film from playwright Owen McCafferty and directors Lisa Barros D’Sa and Glenn Leyburn. It features central performances from Liam Neeson and Lesley Manville that are anything but ordinary. What is also extraordinary about the film is that it renders the ordinary of a potentially depressing subject with nuance, warmth, compassion, humour, and humanity.

The plot concerns Tom (Neeson) and Joan (Manville) – an immediately relatable retired couple that engage in delightful, snarky but loving banter – who are faced with the possibility of breast cancer. I won’t say much more about the story than that, suffice to say I suspect some people reading this have already been put off watching. Please don’t be. Even if this jabs raw nerves (and it will, for some), this is far from the journey into misery it could have been; although it is sad and painful at times. However, it is also an extraordinary portrayal of ordinary life in difficult circumstances, in all its complexity, with awkward comedic moments existing alongside the tragic, just like in real life.

The afore-mentioned banter between Tom and Joan, as they bravely face their situation, is honest, truthful, and deeply moving without ever resorting to melodrama or histrionics. The little details are what sell the story – frustration over having to pay for parking at hospitals, Tom needing the loo just before a critical diagnosis, the way the directors compose shots with other patients at different stages getting cancer treatments at the edge of the frame, and so on.

In fact, despite being low-key, this is a very cinematic piece of work, and I was frequently struck by the elegant compositions and clever visual metaphors. The film opens with Tom and Joan somewhat reluctantly undertaking their routine “strenuous walk” (for their health) alongside a lake, and has them reach a certain tree, before they allow themselves to turn back. Later renditions of this excursion see them having to navigate through a series of obstructive road works – a metaphor for what their relationship is having to go through amid the hospital treatments and so on. At one point when Joan has an operation, as she is given anaesthetic and loses consciousness, there is a poignant image of her alone on a train that pulls away, with Tom waiting on the railway lines, being left behind… Although Tom has said he will be with her at every stage, helping her to deal with what they have to deal with, inevitably there will be some separation along the way, where he cannot be present all the time.

Again, I must stress that this is not an overly depressing film, despite the subject matter. Yes, events are depicted realistically, and the strength of Tom and Joan’s relationship is tested, but the overall impression one is left with is the power of enduring, genuine, ordinary love. As such, the film is perfectly titled, and comes highly recommended as a humane, properly grown-up, well-acted and directed drama. It’s also a welcome interlude from explosions and special effects.

UK Certificate: 12A

US Certificate: R

Phantom Audition: Summary of Articles

PHANTOM AUDITIONHere’s a one-stop-shop with links to all you need to know about my latest gothic mystery thriller, Phantom Audition.

Here’s the blurb from the back of the book:

He buried himself in a part, but never returned. Now she wants to know why.

Small-time actress Mia Yardley, recently widowed wife of renowned actor Steven Yardley, discovers her late husband’s secret acting diary.

The diary details appointments made with a psychic medium, who advised Steven on which roles to take. It also raises questions about his mysterious and inexplicable suicide.

Seeking answers, Mia speaks to the medium, but in doing so is drawn into an ever- deepening mystery about what happened to her husband during the final days of his life. Eventually, she is forced to ask the terrible question: was Steven Yardley murdered by a vengeful evil from beyond the grave?

Want to know more? Here are some blog articles that may be of interest:

The CoverI love the cover for Phantom Audition. Here’s a nice high-res version.

Seven Cryptic Images Images and clues to tease the plot. No spoilers.

Inspirations and InfluencesWhat books, films, and plays informed Phantom Audition?

Settings, Research, and Revisions – Jacobean mansions, priest holes, the film industry, critical rewrites, and more…

Initial Reviews – Highlights from the very positive feedback received so far for Phantom Audition.

The Tangent Tree Interview – I talked about the novel with Samantha Stephen from The Tangent Tree podcast.

Phantom Audition is published by Dragon Soul Press, and is out now. Paperbacks or Kindle downloads can be ordered here.

Film Review – Knives Out

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Knives Out is an exceptionally well-crafted old school murder mystery from writer/director Rian Johnson, recalling various Agatha Christie greats, and related twisty-turny films such as Sleuth. If like me you are a connoisseur of the genre, you will find much to enjoy here, in this tale of a famous crime author who supposedly commits suicide on his 85th birthday, amid a country house full of potential murder suspects. Deep south private investigator Benoit Blanc (Daniel Craig) suspects foul play. And yes, he nails the accent as well as the killer.

Naturally, a film like this requires an all-star cast, and Knives Out doesn’t disappoint in that area. In addition to Craig, you get Christopher Plummer, as murdered novelist, Harlan Thrombey. Other family members are played by Jamie Lee Curtis, Michael Shannon, Chris Evans, Don Johnson, Toni Collette, and Katherine Langford. There’s also a key role for Ana de Armas, as Harlan’s nurse, Marta.

Although this is first and foremost a delicious entertainment, there are traces of political commentary in the film; perhaps unintentional, but nonetheless reflecting what is clearly important to the director. Harlan’s family could be seen as America in microcosm, in their tediously polarised differences of political opinion, the often casually racist attitude to Marta (a running gag has them unable to agree on her country of origin), and in particular their hypocrisy when it comes to her treatment, even from characters who profess sympathy. One also can’t help but wonder whether the character of Jacob (Jaeden Martell), a sixteen- year old alt-right internet troll, isn’t a personification of a certain vocal (but I’m convinced minor) faction of Star Wars fandom, who took exception to Johnson’s previous film, The Last Jedi.

Of course, none of that is preachy or explored in great detail. Nor does it matter that I predicted the killer very early. The chief pleasure comes from watching Blanc unravel the how and the why of the puzzle with Poirot-esque aplomb (and just a dash of Columbo in there too, I fancy). I wonder whether Daniel Craig could be tempted back for further cases? I hope so. At this point though, Knives Out is a deftly plotted, witty, satirical whodunnit, with an awareness of genre that contains just the right amount of send-up. All in all, great fun.

UK Certificate: 12A

US Certificate: PG-13