Film Review – The Railway Children Return

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Lionel Jeffries’s The Railway Children (1970) is rightly considered a classic of British cinema and a key title in the pantheon of great children’s films. In view of this, it is tempting to be cynical about an attempt to formulate a sequel set during World War II, but screenwriters Jemma Rodgers and Daniel Brocklehurst’s attempt isn’t terrible, as some have claimed. I do have some criticisms that I’ll come to in a moment, but on the whole, The Railway Children Return emerges as a solid if unremarkable piece of entertainment that can be enjoyed by all the family.

The original film, based on the novel by E Nesbit, was set in 1906. This fast-forwards to 1944, with Jenny Agutter reprising her role as Bobbie, now a grandmother, living with her kindly headmistress daughter Annie (Sheridan Smith) and their son Thomas (Austin Haynes). They take in three evacuees from Manchester: Lily (Beau Gadsdon), Pattie (Eden Hamilton), and Ted (Zac Cudby). The children become friends quickly and countryside adventures ensue, centred around the discovery of young, injured African American soldier GI Abe (KJ Aikens), who is hiding in a railway yard.

Unlike some critics, I have no issue with American racial politics being injected into this story, as it handles the subject of prejudice well, considering the target audience. It also sort-of echoes the Russian immigrant subplot in the original. However, I felt a little uneasy at the airbrushing of British racism, pretending it simply didn’t exist in Yorkshire villages. When local pubs and other businesses are asked by American military police to segregate, they are told “we don’t do that here”. Historically, that’s a little bit of a leap, considering before the Race Relations Act of 1968, it wasn’t that uncommon to see signs like “No Blacks or Irish” on room-to-let advertisements and various other places.

On the other hand, the film doesn’t duck the painful realities of life during wartime. Stray bombs and bereavements are woven into the narrative, including the discovery that Bobbie’s husband and her brother Peter are also both dead as a result of war (presumably World War I). The children aren’t spared bad news or bereavement either. At one point Thomas tearfully states how much he hates war and just wants it to be over, ensuring the stoicism and courage displayed by the children elsewhere isn’t mere glib wartime spirit platitude.

The young cast is engaging, and it’s a delight to see Jenny Agutter return to one of her most iconic roles, despite a few misjudged moments (it’s perfectly believable that she was a suffragette, but an exchange about lack of women in top government jobs feels like it was cut and paste from a different script). Tom Courtenay also turns up in the supporting cast, as Thomas’s beloved uncle Walter, and John Bradley’s stationmaster echoes the equivalent role in the original, played by Bernard Cribbins.

In some ways, this reminded more of Bryan Forbes’s Whistle Down the Wind (1961) than The Railway Children, in the way the children help Abe without telling the grown-ups, despite the fact he is not all he seems. However, there are still echoes of narrative vignettes from the original (including the dramatic halting of a train). Director Morgan Matthews helms with opulent visuals, courtesy of cinematographer Kit Fraser, and the beautifully shot result will doubtless boost tourism in the Yorkshire villages of Haworth and Oakworth.

In short, whilst The Railway Children Return doesn’t match the original’s charm or emotional heft, it passes the time perfectly well, even if it is unlikely to be remembered in the same way.

UK Certificate: PG

US Certificate: N/A (but will be PG, I daresay)

Film Review – Thor: Love and Thunder

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Marvel’s unstoppable money-spinning juggernaut thunders on in Thor: Love and Thunder. This latest instalment in the Thor series has an increasing tonal resemblance to Mike Hodge’s campy Flash Gordon. How much this is a bad thing depends on one’s love or otherwise for that particular cult classic. It will also depend on how much one cares for director Taika Waititi’s offbeat schtick, here building on events from Thor: Ragnarok and Avengers: Endgame. Personally, I enjoy it, though I still prefer the fish-out-of-water comedy of the first Thor. I also prefer my Waititi served outside the confines of corporate dictates, a la the more modestly budgeted Hunt for the Wilderpeople. That said, Love and Thunder is still a solid entry in the series, with enough humour and heart to stave off (at this stage, understandable) superhero fatigue.

The plot involves Thor (Chris Hemsworth) facing an existential crisis. Rock creature Korg (Waititi) narrates how the Asgardian god of thunder, after so much personal loss — his father, brother, friends, all of Asgard, and love of his life Jane Foster (Natalie Portman) — has become a shell of a god, unwilling to let anyone get close for fear of being hurt. Instead, Thor understandably throws himself into work. Said work involves fighting on the side of the oppressed in various wars, albeit with amusingly inept disregard for property and sacred alien temples. For a while, he hangs out with the Guardians of the Galaxy cast, but when a new threat appears in the form of Gorr the God Butcher (Christian Bale), Thor finds himself back on Earth in newly established colony/tourist destination “New Asgard”. A quest to rescue children ensues, along with the return of Jane Foster in an unexpected guise.

Even though trailers and indeed the film’s artwork spoil the big surprise surrounding Natalie Portman’s return, I’m taking the moral high ground by not revealing it here, as I often feel Marvel’s marketing gives too much away. I had much the same feeling about Ragnarok’s big reveal of another key character in the publicity; a scene which would have got a big laugh but instead resulted in dead silence at the cinema screening I attended, as everyone had the joke spoiled by the trailer. All that said, Portman’s role is pivotal here, and it is approached with surprising poignancy.

On top of that, Bale is a good, properly motivated villain, bearing a serious (and frankly understandable) grudge against deities in general. Armed with a god-killing sword (never properly explained, but it hardly matters), he has the rest of the gods — including the Olympians, hence a scene-stealing Russell Crowe as Zeus — in hiding. He can also summon scary shadow monsters and hangs out on a weirdly small moon that renders everything in stylish monochrome.

One big plus as far as I’m concerned is a set piece involving the aforementioned imperilled children. Since children are the target audience for these films, it is nice to see them directly acknowledged for once. I was also pleased that one more upsetting element of the plot — which I’m not going to spoil here — was logically explored without being tritely overcome “because magic”.

At one point I was concerned Love and Thunder would indulge in the misguided parallel universe shenanigans that have characterised the recent glut of Marvel films (or “Phase Four” as fans refer to them). Mercifully, the film sidesteps those, evolving into an enjoyable, funny, touching Guns N’ Roses-scored romp. It doesn’t come close to the best Marvel entries, and some of the gags (including screaming goats) feel a bit forced, but it passes the time amiably enough. To end on a positive footnote, I was immensely pleased to see the return of the cameo-laden theatre troupe, hilariously recreating recent Thor adventures on stage for the New Asgard audience.

UK Certificate: 12A

US Certificate: PG-13

Film Review – Minions: The Rise of Gru

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When I first saw Despicable Me, I enjoyed it, but I didn’t expect it to spawn two more sequels, two spin-offs, and a Clockwork Orange-esque cosplay cult that has recently been banned in certain UK cinemas. The indomitable popularity of the series reigns supreme and is doubtless met with many cynical eyes amongst critics. But love them or hate them, those yellow minions are iconic. And why would you hate them? They are endearingly, gloriously silly, in the manner of Tom and Jerry or Looney Tunes cartoons of yore.

Minions: The Rise of Gru picks up seven years on from the lunatic events of the previous instalment, presumably in 1975, since younger Gru (Steve Carell) and his minions are off to see Jaws in between attempts at applying to join supervillain group the Vicious Six. Gru idolises said group and gets drawn into a convoluted plot involving the theft of a mystical Oriental artefact to try and impress them. Meanwhile, the minions… Oh, it hardly matters. The plot is secondary. What matters are the breathlessly deranged slapstick set pieces, and these are deftly deployed.

Scarlet Overkill was a splendidly bonkers villain in the previous film. Here we get several antagonists, including disco-obsessed Belle Bottom (Taraji P Henson), the less than holy Nun-Chuck (Lucy Lawless), crustacean appendaged Jean Clawed (Jean-Claude Van Damme, geddit?), and the hilariously named Svengeance (Dolph Lundgren), a rollerskating Swede. Another supervillain, biker Wild Knuckles (Alan Arkin), takes Gru under his wing to amusing effect.

Director Kyle Balda oversees the deftly crafted animation, with plenty of blink-and-you-miss-them background jokes. There are film references to everything from James Bond to The Exorcist, and of course, minion set pieces galore. Highlights include a hilarious Kung Fu training montage with an acupuncturist (Michelle Yeoh), and the minions attempting to fly a commercial airliner to San Francisco via a series of improvised aerial manoeuvres that gives a new definition to “winging it”.

Minions: The Rise of Gru isn’t going to change the course of cinema. It isn’t groundbreaking, nor is it a film anyone needs to rush out and see. It even falls short of its predecessor, as the gag rate isn’t quite as consistent. What it is, however, is a deeply daft film that provides plenty of laughs for 90 minutes. Fans of the series will doubtless find it satisfying.

UK Certificate: U

US Certificate: PG

Sweet Dreams: All Parts Out Now

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Medium publication Fictions have recently serialised my new short story Sweet Dreams. A science fiction thriller set in the near future, it concerns a journalist investigating a tech company that manufactures nightmare suppressing nanotech for children. “Sweet Dreams” refers to the technology involved, which Ali, the journalist, comes to believe may be linked to an increase in suicidal tendencies among young people. Her investigations uncover conspiracies, cover-ups, and eventually murder.

Themes of playing God and the dangers of mollycoddling are inherent in the subject matter, but quite honestly it isn’t meant to be terribly deep. My main motivation in writing was to create a gripping tech-murder mystery. I’ve had lots of great feedback on Medium so far, and I hope you enjoy it. All five parts are now available for your reading pleasure.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five