Director Roland Emmerich dips his toes back into the world of sci-fi disaster movies with Moonfall. Astronauts Jo Fowler (Halle Berry) and Brian Harper (Patrick Wilson) are on a 2011 satellite repair mission when tragedy strikes. Harper is blamed for the incident which costs him his career. We find both 12 years later in very different places, Harper struggling, Fowler a senior NASA figure. The two are brought back together when conspiracy theorist and “mega structurisist” KC Houseman (John Bradley) discovers the moon is out of its orbit and is on a crash course with Earth. Together they form an unlikely group sent on a last ditch mission to the moon to solve the problem and save the planet.

Yep, disaster heading toward the earth, rag-tag group head off on last ditch attempt to save the world. Indeed it is that film. These kind of films can either be an enjoyable, if often silly action adventure or they can be Moonfall.

This is a dreadful nonsense to the extent that you start to wish the moon would just get on with it and end it for us all. It fails on many counts a terrible script at the heart of it, that at numerous times has you begging for them to stop talking. Did nobody think actors were going to have to say this out loud? And of course a ludricous plot, which is often par for the these kind of films, but Moonfall jumps the shark Evel Knievel style creating a conspiracy theorists wet dream.

It’s not all bad, although mostly it is, it does have some moments. Its final act has some entertaining action sequences and in John Bradley we at least get some redemption with a performance not completely handicapped by the script. But sadly for the rest of the cast, and there are fine actors in this, they cannot dig themselves out from the terrible nonsense they have to deal with.

Moonfall is terrible, with very few redeeming qualities and you will find yourself asking for it to stop on multiple occasions. Sometimes there is a place for dumb fun but sadly this is so dumb with very little fun that it will have you cheering for the moon long before the end!

Guillermo del Toro writes and directs his first film since the Oscar winning, The Shape Of Water, with this dark twisting adaptation of William Lindsey Gresham’s novel. Bradley Cooper is Stanton Carlisle, who we meet setting fire to a house, he then moves on coming across a travelling carnival, a show full of Human curiousities, non more so than Clem Hoatley’s (Willem Dafoe) “geek” show. Carlisle is a grifter an ambitious conman who falls for Rooney Mara’s electric girl, Molly. He sees her as his future with their own act. We find them two years later, with their successful act delivering them a lifestyle and money. However, when they come across Dr. Lilith Ritter (Cate Blanchett) their lives change with new opportunities, but opportunities at a high cost

This is a wonderfully dark journey an intriguing winding story that twists and turns from start to finish. As you expect Del Toro builds an engrossing world, full of complex characters. Set in the 1940’s we get the full noir feel of the period. Dark corners, half lit faces and art deco buildings.

Cooper does the heavy lifting and his natural charm helps him carry off a likeable version of an unlikeable character, as he negotiates Carlisle’s falls and rises. But it is the supporting ensemble who add so much, Mara and Defoe, Toni Collette, David Strathairn and Richard Jenkins’s Ezra Grindle. But it is Blanchett’s femme fatale doctor who shines the most.

At 2hr30 the film has to engage and it did. I found it completely absorbing and while it twists and turns those turns are signposted, with Del Toro shunning cheap tricks and “out of nowhere” surprises.

I doubt it will be for everyone, but it was for me. I loved the world that the film inhabited and the intriguing nature of the story and the journey it goes on. It’s absorbing and dark, visceral at times all of which had me hooked from start to finish.

A deliciously dark, intriguing tale, that keeps you absorbed from start to finish. If you want dark and intriguing then this is the alley to head down.

Fran Kranz delivers an excellent writing and directorial debut in this powerful story of tragedy. Set six years after a high school shooting parents of one of the victims, Evan, Jay (Jason Isaacs) and Gail (Martha Plimpton) take the opportunity to meet Linda (Anne Dowd) and Richard (Reed Burney) parents of the perpetrator, Hayden. The aim, to find a a way through the unimaginable tragedy and its impact on their lives.

Filmed in fourteen days on a small budget, this is a remarkable film. While there is some early literal scene setting, the story takes place in a single room in the back of a church. A sparse and quiet space that is the perfect canvas for an experienced and talented cast to deliver their engrossing performances.

What they do brilliantly is capture the raw emotion of their impossible situation. And it never shys away of telling both sides of the story, the hurt of Jay and Gail is matched by that of Linda and Richard who want to mourn a son, while dealing with the reality he’s a killer. Throughout each tries to keep their anger and anguish inside, but neither can bury their emotions deep enough.

This is not a joy ride, there are no cinematic tricks to bring the horrors the couples are dealing with to the screen. The single room for the majority of the film is used very effectively, as the claustrophobic feeling it creates ramps the tension and anguish, as you relive the tragic events through those who remain.

Its subject matter makes this an intense watch. The four central performances are fantastic, engaging, delivering beautifully controlled emotion that leaves you on edge right to the emotional gut punches that bring some closure.

While it does perhaps run a little long, it does not detract from what is a throughly absorbing story, well directed and outstandingly performed.

In a world full of blockbusters it’s wonderful to see cinema like this. Shot on a budget, with a simple premise, but full of emotional dept. Delivered in a performance masterclass from its cast, that engages completely. Available at cinemas and to stream it deserves to be seen.

Written and directed by Kenneth Branagh is this semi autobiographical story set in his Belfast childhood. Buddy (Jude Hill) is a 9 year old, whose life is changed when a group storm down his street, attacking the homes of his Catholic neighbours at what is the beginning of the “troubles”. But this is just a backdrop to the story we follow and care about, Buddy’s life. How he sees his Ma (Caitriona Balfe) and Pa (Jamie Dornan) deal with Pa’s need to work away from home, financial worries and concerns for him and his brother (Lewis McKaskie) growing up in an unstable and dangerous Belfast.

Belfast is a brilliant piece of storytelling, it may well drift into rose tinted territory occasionally, but that’s a minor quibble over what is a fabulous film.

Its real strength is the juxtaposition of the seeming smallness of Buddy’s story against the scale of the troubles. It mostly uses the troubles as background noise, just another part of life among the things that are important to him. Growing up, his crush on a girl, his Granny (Judi Dench) and Pops (Ciaran Hinds), his family and friends.

The films charm lives in those details, its humanity and humour, set against the violence and the distrust embodied by Colin Morgan’s Billy Clanton. It’s how personal stories that are small in the bigger picture are so significant in the context of a family, something we can all relate too.

Beautifully shot in black and white, with occasional splashes of colour from those experiences that transport Buddy elsewhere, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, a stage version of a Christmas Carol. A use of low angles show Buddy’s world and patient close ups add to the story telling.

The performances are as you’d expect in a Branagh film. But the star is 10 year old Jude Hill, bringing to life a cheeky kid, finding his way in a world that has changed overnight, but yet is still familiar, with a glorious charm.

Belfast is full of heart and humour. A seemingly small story that completely engages and commanfs your attention. Delivered by a cast who understand the power of understated performance. A brilliant film that’s warm and an absolute pleasure to share.

Director Sara Sugarman brings to the screen this, based on a true story, film about the attempts to save a local community theatre in Carmarthen, Wales, with the help of Jurassic Park. Samantha Morton plays Liz Evans a local hairdresser, which also uses the local theatre to host her youth choir. When the council led by the Mayor (Adeel Akhtar) decide to back a property developers plans to demolish the theatre, Liz is driven to action to save the theatre. Supported by retired teacher Mr. Morgan (Jonathan Pryce), Mayoral assistant, Susan (Erin Richards) and local postman Richard (Tom Felton) who use the theatres cinematic history to drive a new audience that to it. Topped by trying to secure a showing of Jurassic Park to coincide with its London premiere.

The ironic thing about Save the Cinema is how un-cinematic it is alongside the fact that it is only likely to be seen on streaming services. It feels like a made for TV drama and oddly for something based on actual events seems to have story holes in it big enough to drive one of Spielberg’s dinosaurs through.

Alongside the storyline is a range of paper thin characters, non more so than what Akhtar is given to work with, with the Mayor, only missing a moustache to twirl.

Critisicms aside it’s not a terrible, there is a certain charm to it and in the second half there is a lovely message about the importance of theatres to a local community. As well as a beautifully done scene where the community come together to watch a showing of “How Green is my Valley”.

The main performances are all fine, Morton doing most of the work, but she and the supporting cast do the best they can with a shaky script.

Save the Cinema is unremarkable and un-cinematic. But it is also inoffensive and not without some charm. Perhaps most importantly it does remind you of the importance of the communal experience that is cinema and a film that does that has something going for it. If it’s a wet weekend afternoon and there’s nothing else to watch well there is.

Paul Thomas Anderson writes and directs his first film since 2017’s Phantom Thread. Set in the San Fernando Valley in 1973 we have a kind of coming of age tale. Gary Valentine (Cooper Hoffman) a confident 15 year old, a TV actor and entrepreneur with a PR company under his belt and always looking for the next opportunity. Alana (Alana Haim) is in her mid 20’s and drifting, unsure of what she wants. They meet in the queue for Gary’s high school year book photographs and Gary talks Alana into a “date”. From there we follow their journey of growing up, starting to understand who they are, what they want and what they want from each other. All via a set of quirky stories including water beds, pinball machines, mayoral elections and runaway trucks.

I’m a real fan of films about life and its ebbs and flows they are often the most satisfying. And Anderson brings lots of ebbs and flows to the screen in what is a lovely watch.

It is quirky and, for the most part, a warm and charming story. Built around two stella first time performances from Hoffman and Haim. They are not your usual stars of a coming of age story, but it is their unique quality, quirky nature, warmth and engaging presence that makes their awkward coming of age slash love story work so well. It is built around their story, together and apart. The supporting cast is great with (the award nominated cameo) Bradley Cooper, Sean Penn, Tom Waits and a well hidden John C. Reilly. But it is when Gary and Alana are together the films shines most.

Its look and soundtrack, as well as slices of nostalgia from oil blockades to water beds and pinball. All helps capture a wonderful feel of 70’s California.

It isn’t perfect, it runs a little long, driven mainly by occasional detours to stories that didn’t quite work for me. But overall it is full of charm and heart.

Licorice Pizza is a charming story and a joyous watch as you spend time exploring life with its two wonderfully engaging central characters. It’s not a big story with a winding narrative, it’s just life. A gorgeous slice of Licorice Pizza life at that.

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Joel Coen adapts and directs this latest  cinematic outing for Shakespeare’s story of ambition, betrayal, madness and suicide. Denzel Washington is the titular Macbeth who after a meeting with three witches, all played with a brilliant physical and unsettling performance by Kathryn Hunter, finds himself on a path of ambition, greed and treachery. A treachery driven by his wife Lady Macbeth (Frances McDormand) who has no time for her husband’s conscience. When King Duncan (Brendan Gleason) comes to visit their home, she demands Macbeth takes action. But it is action that leads to the Macbeth’s being eaten by remorse and regret as their enemies circle to regain Scotland’s crown.

There is a warning that we shall get out of the way that this is an adaptation that is heavy on Shakespearean text and imagery. So if that’s not your thing you may it hard going. For everyone else, settle in to Coens fantastic film.

Firstly it looks incredible Coen and his cinematographer Bruno Belbonnel creating a wonderfully immersive world. Shot in black and white and 4:3 ratio it feels very reminiscent of Bergman and Wells. And it is used to great effect ramping up the feeling of the world closing in on the murderous acts of the Macbeth’s.

The story is equally tight, Coen stripping back the text to give us a fast moving story the flows effortlessly through its plot points.

In Washington and McDormand you get fabulous performances, McDormand particularly. They are well supported, Gleeson cast perfectly as Duncan, as is Alex Hassel as Ross, constantly in the background scheming and manipulating. And Corey Hawkins as Macduff helps deliver a wonderfully visceral battle with Macbeth in the films final act.

If there is a reservation it is that it may be too hard work for some, which is a pity.

For me though this is a fabulous adaptation, it looks incredible and with its pacy script it creates a world perfect for telling a story of treachery and regret. Add to this mix some wonderful performances and you get a compelling experience and watch.

Written and directed by Aaron Sorkin is this biopic of the couple who revolutionised the TV sitcom Desi Arnez and Lucille Ball.

Sorkin tells the story of three major events in their lives concentrated into a fictional week of filming of the TV behemoth that was “I Love Lucy”. Throughout the week we see Ball’s drive and creative genius, Arnez’s creative and business skills, strained cast and crew relationships, small minded views of executives and sponsors and the determination of Ball and Arnez to use their influence to change them. All of this set against a background of the American communist witch hunts of the 1950’s.

In true Sorkin style the film tries to handle a lot. Taking events that in reality were spread over years into one fictional week. And this is probably the films weak point, with so much covered it often only skims over events which in themselves could have warranted the focus of the film.

That said, I found plenty to enjoy. I’m not part of the generation or from the country where I Love Lucy was a cultural icon. However, its iconic status is such that its name and those of its stars have more than transcended borders and time. And it was this slice of their lives and careers that was interesting to me.

The film is built around its four core characters and it’s in their interactions that the film shines. Nicole Kidman gives a fine portrayal of determination and vunrabilty alongside nice comedic timing as she delivers Balls quick wit. Javier Bardem as Arnez acts as the perfect foil. But the show is often stolen by J.K. Simmons’s William Frawley the cynical heavy drinking co-star who alongside Nina Arianda’s Vivian Vance challenge, Ball particulaly, about her behaviour and treatment of those around her. It is these relationships that are the heart of the film.

While its over stretching is its weakness, it is compensated by some fine performances, a witty script and its fascinating subjects. This alongside the look and feel of the world Sorkin recreated added up to an enjoyable story about a fascinating couple.

Directed and written by Maggie Gyllenhaal is this adaptation of Elna Ferrante’s novel. Olivia Colman is Leda a literature professor on a working holiday on a Greek island. Her peaceful beach rest is shattered when a large family arrive loud, brash and rude. Things change when one of the group Nina’s (Dakota Johnson) daughter vanishes from the beach. Finding her doesn’t end the stress, as the loss of her doll upsets both her and the whole family. As Nina struggles to handle what’s going on around her. This triggers memories from Leda’s own life her own challenges bringing up her girls and the impact of some of her decisions on all of their lives.

The Lost Daughter is a complex, interesting and thoughtful look at sadness, regret and the pressures posed by the idea of “the natural” mother. It is built around a stunning performance by Olivia Colman who engages completely every minute she’s on screen a character with a past, an internal strife and desperation that never quite reaches the surface. She is more than ably supported by those around her and none more than by the increasingly impressive Jessie Buckley as the young Leda. Buckley potrays brilliantly her struggles as she battles with the desire for a career and a life against the expectations of motherhood. Dakota Johnson completes the trio of impressive leads as Nina, a reflection for Leda of her younger self, equally struggling with the expectations of motherhood.

The Lost Daughter is a complex story, it moves patiently without grandstanding. Everything is subtle and delivered via understated, excellent performances. Which really worked for me.

The Lost Daughter is complex and deals with a lot and its pacing and unclear narrative may put some off which would be a huge pity. Because you’ll miss a beautiful piece of storytelling, lit up by a skilled cast, lead by a fabulously nuanced and layered performance from Colman. There is a lot to recommended this, but if nothing else sways you, seeing Colman at her very best should be enough.

Don’t Look Up is Adam McKay’s latest satire. Leonardo DiCaprio is Michigan University professor Randall Mindy, Jennifer Lawrence PhD candidate Kate Dibiaski, who discovers a comet heading towards Earth in what will be an extinction-level impact. Taken to the White House to meet the President (Meryl Streep) and her Chief of Staff (Jonah Hill) to explain the impending collision, they are surprised to find convincing the President and the wider world of the planet-killing event is more difficult than they expect. With self-interest, misinformation, apathy and a media more interested in celebrity relationships all getting in the way of making clear the need to act.

I’ve enjoyed a lot of McKay’s work previously especially his expose films, The Big Short and Vice which shine lights in dark corners of the establishment. The reality of events they portray really engaged me. But the fictional premise here did lessen the impact of Don’t Look Up.

That’s not to say that this is a film that I didn’t enjoy or has nothing to say. The comet acts as a metaphor for our impending environmental crisis and McKay hammers home a cutting look at modern society. A morally bankrupt government who in the face of facts that show the impact of their stupidity, deflect, encourage division and distract with bluster. A shallow media, people swayed by online theories over facts. All have you shaking your head at the absurdity of it. However, as I mentioned the fictional premise and some rather long storytelling do lessen the stories impact.

While the message is less than subtle the all-star cast is a joy to watch delivering it. And while the comedy doesn’t hit every time it does more often than not. And to its credit, it doesn’t shy away from the consequences of letting the idiots win in a touchingly shot ending.

Don’t Look Up didn’t have the impact of some of McKay’s other films, it is overly long and lacks some of the intelligence of something like The Big Short. But there is a message In there for us all and enough to keep you shaking your head and, worryingly, laughing at the absurdity of the world we have created.