Back in 2009 director Frederik Gertten was scheduled to premiere his latest film at the LA Film Festival. Called simply Bananas, it dealt with alleged abuses suffered by Nicaraguan workers who worked for the Dole Food Company, an international corporation and the world’s biggest producer of fruit.
The rest of the film deals with Fred’s doggedly phlegmatic attempt to clear his name, while gathering an unlikely bunch of supporters including a charmingly scruffy nerd/blogger, a burger chain and the entire Swedish Parliament. (read more)
The fact that Hollywood often releases certain types of movies ‘en glut’ has led to conspiracy theories that it is manipulated by our old friend ‘dark forces’, but the truth is that this hermetic industry has always had a copycat nature. It’s just that things have sped up in tinseltown. Scripts are pirated so swiftly now that if there is one Snow White movie on the way there will soon be another hot on its heels. (read more)
David Lynch is a deft practitioner of ‘Vagueness of form’, as so evidently witnessed in Eraserhead, Lost Highway, Firewalk With Me, and, in fact – all his films. Crazy Clown Time uses a mixture of bare bones instrumentation, very subtle atmospheric textures and, in certain cases, a narrative to guide the listener into their own inner cinematic world. (read more)
Temple’s film is aimed at middle-aged armchair warriors, like himself, and clumsily manipulates the moving image to reinforce left wing stereotypes. Churchill was BAD. Thatcher was BAD. Ken Livingstone (the most self serving politician of his generation) was GOOD. The crippling strikes of the seventies were NOT created by greedy Trade Unions or arrogant Labour Ministers. (read more)
Opening with Derek Jarman’s Journey to Avebury the scene was gently set. A super 8 movie. Almost a travel document. A visual diary, a diary which continued throughout the night, for this wasn’t a concert of music, but of words, sounds and images, something David Tibet and his new project Myrninerest have made their forte.
Here was a gathering of men and women who had loved a man, been inspired by him and were sharing their expressions. Coming together, they created a whole. A release? And leaving the Queen Elizabeth Hall I felt something had been shared with me. Something full of love, full of pain, mixed up, confused and very human. Together, they created, and together they had found a new balance. (read more)
What reason does the humble record shop now stand when people can find a wider selection of music online, when recommendations come in the form of toplists by musical heroes, and you never have to face to disdain of a thirty-something tattooed celibate?
In short the answer must be mystery, majesty, and municipality. (read more)
In a nice antidote to blockbuster season, there is much food for thought to be had in three of this week’s DVD releases. (I doubt the debate surrounding the Batman shooting will last for long, and besides, despite the usual lazy journalism, that incident bears no relation to the film’s content.)
Projecting the messages that society will devour anything less than strict obedience, the futility of merging ideologies and the prediction of the abject suppression of the proletariat, the timing for the release of these films—Metropolis (1927); Hawks and Sparrows (1966); Pigsty (1969)—is perfect; only the most oblivious amongst us aren’t pondering the direction of humanity in our current society. (read more)
SPOILER WARNING: this review contains essential plot details of the film but it may save you from wasting three hours in air-conditioned semi-darkness. Ever since Frank Miller created the template for an ageing, wounded and (read more)
Serving as first-time for both director/writer Rebecca Thomas and a lead role for Julia Garner (not bad for only her second feature), Electrick Children, while a little predictable, particularly in its conclusion, is a quirky, very watchable little indie. Essentially a coming-of-age road-trip story, it certainly has a great hook: virgin birth by rock ‘n’ roll is going to intrigue most viewers. (read more)
Set in a remote, mountainside Lebanese village, where the church and the mosque stand side by side, you’d expect Where Do We Go Now? to be a political affair. Particularly when you consider the recognition (read more)
Marking Korean director Kim Ki-duk's return to filmmaking, and indeed the world in general, Arirang is an interesting one that will divide opinion. Having self-imposed a punishing, three-year exile after a near-fatal accident in his (read more)
Celebrating its 50th anniversary this week is the curiously titled Love on a Pillow. (Its original title, Le Repos du Gerrier, or Warrior's Rest, made no sense either.) Also curious is the fact of celebration (read more)
Every now and then, a very silly concept will come along and sweep you off your feet, rendering you genuinely mournful when it's all over. A dog that thinks it's human, is fiercely possessive of (read more)
Columbus Circle is one of those films that you find yourself entertained by, but you're not entirely sure if this might be because it's very good, or perhaps instead the kind of very bad that's (read more)
From Paul Schrader, writer of Taxi Driver and Raging Bull, it is wonderful to see Rolling Thunder make it to disc, Blu-ray, no less. Titled after Operation Rolling Thunder, the US campaign against Vietnam, this (read more)
As the UK slips further towards the more and more real prospect of a police state — some, myself included, would argue we’re already there — this 40th anniversary Blu-ray edition of Peter Watkin’s Punishment (read more)
On the 2nd of January 2011 Pete Postlethwaite lost his battle with cancer and fans of great acting lost a boundless source of wonder. Since the 70s Postlethwaite has performed a wide variety of (read more)
Who crushed Leonardo's balls? Made Jackie Chan cry? Let Angelina watch her husband die? These questions and more will be answered. This week, due to thoughts of not providing an answer to last weeks' dilemma, (read more)
Lebowksi fest : The Big Lebowski a film festival, travelling roadshow and life beyond the celluloid. Trebuchet visit the land of bowling and white russians to ‘take it easy’ and fucking the eagles. (read more)