Olympus Has Fallen

Disgraced former Presidential guard Mike Banning finds himself trapped inside the White House in the wake of a terrorist attack; using his inside knowledge, Banning works with national security to rescue the President from his kidnappers.

Antoine Fuqua's back catalogue is a bizarre mixture of intelligent film-making and mindless, yet enjoyable drivel. Olympus Has Fallen is firmly rooted in the latter, foregoing any smarts it could have had and coming out the other side as a ridiculously overblown action movie that I tried hard not to like, but was tough to completely resist.

From the opening sequence onwards, it's clear that the focus here is most definitely not the characters. Dialogue is dry and cheesy, character development largely non-existent and the score excessively emphasised. There's no room for misinterpretation and it soon becomes clear that any part of the film that is not made up of action is just filler, inserted purely for the purpose of providing the odd breather from the gunplay and explosions. To make matters worse, the drama is often so bad that moments intended to be heartfelt frequently result in laughter, rather than the intended response. These factors combined should result in a flick that's borderline unwatchable, but somehow they don't.

Make no mistake, this is one of those instances where something is so bad that it's almost good. The abject lack of attention to realism is staggering and leads to the conclusion that it must be at least partly deliberate. Fans of the genre will find a great deal to enjoy, as almost the entire running time is packed with explosives and countless rounds of ammunition. The body count within the first hour alone dwarfs that of many of its contemporaries and, whilst it may leave a bad taste for some, is all geared towards creating the most ridiculous spectacle you'll have seen in a while.

Gerard Butler excels in this kind of role, drawing on his experiences from Gamer and Law Abiding Citizen amongst others. It's all 'duty' this and 'duty' that, with next to nothing in the way of motivation. It's remarkably vacuous, but ultimately conforms to the aesthetic of the movie without fault. It's also refreshing in some ways that the evil doers are not Russian for a change, but in all honesty, they may as well be, with the plot taking the same painfully predictable path that is par for the course, given the nature of the flick.    

This isn't a picture that's going to be winning awards any time soon. It will also be a huge turn off for some. However, for those who enjoy spectacle above all else, you could definitely do worse than the raging fireballs and dimwitted melodrama that are on offer here.

The Verdict:

6/10
Wall to wall action and not much else, but it's executed with such brazen disregard for character and plot that the outrageous spectacle is difficult to completely resist.    

The Guilt Trip

As inventor Andy Brewster is about to embark on the road trip of a lifetime, a quick stop at his mom's house turns into an unexpected cross-country voyage with her along for the ride.

As an adult, being forced to spend an extended period of time with your mother can be a bit of an ordeal at the best of times. The Guilt Trip taps into this and transposes it into a road movie that survives the low points through the great chemistry between Streisand and Rogen, but falls just shy of being worth a second look.

There's a lot to like about this film, in particular the way in which the two main characters interact with each other. Very rarely do the scenes feel rehearsed in any way, which gives it the tangible feel of a genuine relationship between mother and son. This goes a long way in helping to identify with the situations that arise and giving a sense of investment in the outcome. On top of this, it pushes the more comedic elements to the fore, showcasing the observational humour, which is very on point much of the time. It's rarely enough to inspire raucous laughter, but will frequently leave you with a knowing smile as the experiences of Rogen's Andy strike a chord of recognition. However, at some points these experiences can seem a little too familiar, interspersing the more engaging sections with a hollow disappointment.

It's worth noting that Streisand puts in an impressive performance and is primarily responsible for the disarming honesty that some of the more dramatic scenes possess, but the movie treads a fine line between emotional content and cheesy sentimentality with varying degrees of success. On the whole, when it gets it right, it does so very well, but when it fails, it's very noticeable indeed. The soundtrack is the biggest culprit in this respect, giving some moments a much more contrived feel than they would otherwise have had. It's clear what the aim was in these instances, but it's piled on a little thick for my taste, and there were a few points that inspired a cringe. This is the major fault that drags the picture down as a whole.

The plot is simplistic, but no worse off for it. There's nothing spectacular, but it's functional, and has just enough substance to serve as the backdrop for the two protagonists to play off each other. The film also comes across as fairly low budget, which is fine, but there are one or two glaringly obvious uses of green screen that are conspicuous in their low quality. It doesn't ruin the flick, but I found it somewhat distracting when they put in an appearance.

The Verdict:

6.5/10
A sweet and funny film that sometimes tries a little too hard to tug at your heart strings. Enjoyable and worth seeing for Streisand's excellent showing, though falls just short of being worth a second look.

Wreck-It Ralph

A video game villain wants to be a hero and sets out to fulfil his dream, but his quest brings havoc to the whole arcade where he lives.

The 8-bit era is close to the heart of many a gamer, evoking a deep nostalgia for days gone by. Wreck-It Ralph firmly latches on to this sentiment, providing the older members of the audience with just as much to enjoy as the kids.

Disney's business practices aren't always seen in a positive light, but there can be no argument as to the consistency of the films they put out. They have a knack for producing stories that live long in the memory of both children and adults alike. This particular movie is no exception and, whilst the plot is far from original in terms of its themes and morals, it's done with such heart that it really doesn't matter. There are lazy genre flicks, but there are also good genre flicks, and this certainly falls into the latter category.

The world itself is realised with great attention to detail. The bright colours and finely detailed environments giving a real sense of how much work has gone into the production. The sights and sounds of the arcade are also integrated into the action with great effect, the mindful application they receive giving the impression that it's not just the audience that has been hit with a dose of nostalgia.    

As per usual for Disney, the voice acting is top notch, with stars as diverse as Jane Lynch and Dennis Haysbert lending their expertise to bring the world to life. The characters are also very well conceived, each with their own cross to bear as they live out their lives as jobbing sprites in the local arcade. The art of tempering cuteness with a degree of sadness is where the film really excels, never coming close to the point of being off-putting through being sickly sweetness. 

Rounding out the characters is a huge cast of extras taken from a variety of retro gaming sources. Everything from Street Fighter to Sonic, Mario to Q*bert is represented, and it never fails to raise a smile for those who look upon them with fondness. From a marketing perspective, it's a masterstroke. The kids get their serving of fun, but the appeal extends to a whole different generation, drawn in by the promise of a trip down memory lane. 

The Verdict:

7/10

A very enjoyable experience. It won't exactly have you on the edge of your seat, but the charm that flows through it is more than enough to make for a movie that you won't mind revisiting one bit.

Man of Steel

A young itinerant worker is forced to confront his secret extraterrestrial heritage when Earth is invaded by members of his race.

After the dire reception received by the last attempt at rebooting the franchise, one would hope that some of the previous film's failings might be addressed in erasing it from memory, revitalising the character to fight another day. Man of Steel, though not quite as dreary as its predecessor, still treads familiar ground, battering audiences with clumsy storytelling, and drawing an uncomfortable amount of inspiration from some of its contemporaries.

One of the film's biggest problems is that of the exposition. As the movie gets going, it's not long before a pattern develops - we see an event, some time passes, and we are then forced to sit and listen to a recounting of that same story to another character. If there were some kind of different insight to gain from this, it may offer some value, but this is rarely the case. As you might expect, this irritation soon becomes tedious and the potential impact of later scenes is outright flattened by boredom. There is also a troubling reliance on cliché in some of the presentation of Clark's journey to becoming a man. This isn't the only aspect of the film that is plagued by such concerns.

Artificially inserted lens flare is something that earned 2009's Star Trek no small amount of ridicule. I hadn't thought it possible for this to be trumped, until now, that is. The frequency with which it occurs in this picture is positively distracting. Almost every shot that contains a light source has received the treatment, absolutely reeking of trying too hard to attain the aesthetic of the J.J. Abrams picture. This made any attempt at beautiful vistas redundant, swiftly turning admiration to a roll of the eyes, as the obvious desperation to appear epic in scale inspired a cringe at every turn.

As far as the cast is concerned, there are no disasters to mention. Most perform well, the majority of faults that exist being down to the writing itself. More than a handful of these characters would have been better off being omitted completely, rather than being the blank placeholders that they represent. A generic scientist whose sole function seems to be to express his disbelief to the heavens when a big special effects scene is imminent is the low point, but this is only the tip of the iceberg.

If there is one saving grace of the film, it's the action sequences. They are uniformly impressive, albeit somewhat repetitive in nature. The lightning fast brawls on offer are a sight to behold and are executed with exceptional style. Had the storytelling been better, these scenes could have served the purpose of enhancing the plot. As things stand, they are left as one of the few highlights in an otherwise dull affair.              

The Verdict:

5/10
A film full of clumsy exposition and poorly written characters. The action is largely superb, but comes too late to save the film from plummeting into mediocrity. Disappointingly average.

Casa de mi Padre

Scheming on a way to save their father's ranch, the Alvarez brothers find themselves in a war with Mexico's most feared drug lord.

As prolific as Will Ferrell is, it can't often be said that he takes a great many chances in what he chooses to put his name to. Casa de mi Padre bucks this trend with irreverence, resulting in a surprisingly adept spoof that manages more than a few very funny moments. It's also a brave choice for Ferrell to take on a role that is entirely in Spanish. Having spent a month with a dialect coach before filming began, the outcome is occasionally patchy in terms of his delivery, but this only works in the film's favour, further enhancing the deliberately absurd nature of the production's approach.

Though he receives top billing, the film's main star is certainly not the only high profile presence here. Both Diego Luna and Gael García Bernal of Y Tu Mamá También fame are reunited and put in an appearance to great effect. Bernal in particular is impressive, throwing himself into the character and offering some of the picture's most memorable moments, his attention to detail adding to the utter ridiculousness of the scenarios of which he is a part.

The movie spares no expense in making itself look as cheap as possible. Scenes that are clearly shot on a sound stage, badly painted backdrops, poorly edited and nonsensical cuts, blatantly obvious continuity errors, mannequins as extras, it's all here. Much of the comedy comes from these aspects, rather than the characters themselves, though not entirely. The visual jokes are in large part successful and the subtitles can often provide plenty to chuckle over. The plot, too, settles into this model perfectly, packed to the brim with cliché and supplying more than enough ammunition for sending up numerous westerns in one fell swoop.

To some degree, it's unsurprising that the film hasn't received a great deal of attention outside the US. Whilst still enjoyable for those with no knowledge of Mexican tropes, it can leave you with the feeling that you're missing out on some of the jokes due to a lack of experience in this regard. Despite this, there's more than enough to make it an enjoyable flick and the highlights aren't short on universal appeal.

The Verdict:

7/10
A well constructed spoof that had me laughing out loud on more than one occasion. A great cast and brilliantly cheap production values make for a short and sweet comedy that has enough to keep you coming back for more.

Sin Nombre

Honduran teenager Sayra reunites with her father, an opportunity for her to potentially realize her dream of a life in the U.S. Moving to Mexico is the first step in a fateful journey of unexpected events.

Honduras isn't a country that is mentioned a great deal in the foreign cinema that makes it to our shores, though the scenarios we are presented with here are familiar ones. Sin Nombre, whilst not breaking new ground in terms of its subject, approaches the matter from a different vantage point and impresses with both visceral presentation, and a clear social conscience.

Since the success of City of God, the way has been paved for a great many films that take gang culture in the poorest communities as their topic of discussion. The difference here is that the gangs are not the main theme of the narrative, the primary concern is the effect that they have on the lives of those around them. To some degree, the criminal underworld is a barrier to bettering their circumstances and the part that is played by violence in preventing average people from achieving their goals, despite the fact that they don't belong to that world, is very much emphasised.

There is perhaps a degree of allegory to the narrative in that innocence is corrupted by violence in the form of the young Kristyan Ferrer's El Smiley. His transformation from innocent schoolboy to heartless gangster is a stark one and drives the point home with unfaltering candour. The initiations are brutal, leaving no room for compassion, and his desire to give up his future for the sense of brotherhood he has witnessed is a truly disquieting aspect of the film. The sense of privilege and superiority innate in his recruiter is abundantly clear in his dealings with the boy's family and this only adds to the attractiveness of becoming part of that life.     

 

All this heartache and suffering can make for uncomfortable viewing at times, but in the best possible way. There is no intention of making the struggles of everyday life more palatable and these challenges are brought sharply into focus. There's a tangible desperation in the desire to escape this degree of poverty, with the hardships encountered being numerous and unforgiving. It comes as little surprise that so many decide to leave in search of a better life by way of the American border.

The lengthy journey that people must take to find this salvation makes up the majority of the film and also digs deeply into the consequences of gang life and ordinary citizens clashing due to grisly circumstance. It's here that the film really comes into its own, raising many questions around whether the potential for redemption in those who have lived their lives steeped in blood even exists. There is hope in Paulina Gaitan's Sayra, the antithesis of El Smiley, seeking a way out of the misery of her homeland and to building a better life for herself and her family. 

Whilst both the setting and some of the circumstances that frame the narrative are nothing new, the contemplative nature of the movie is where its true potency lies. This makes for a picture that stands above the crowd and unflinchingly does its aims justice.

The Verdict:

7.5/10
An affecting film that is unfaltering in its representation of hardship and violence. The questions raised dig deeply into the nature of damnation and redemption, delivering a slice of life in the barrios that is difficult to shake.

Battle Royale

In the future, the Japanese government captures a class of ninth-grade students and forces them to kill each other under the revolutionary "Battle Royale" act.

Japanese cinema can sometimes throw up some very interesting ideas, often being far more willing to push the boundaries of what is acceptable than many studios here would ever dare. Battle Royale is one such example and delivers an experience that is both inventive and nightmarish, but also just as incredibly entertaining as it is taboo.

I hadn't seen this in ten years or so and was somewhat concerned that the spectre of The Hunger Games (being more or less a poor, sanitised facsimile of the film) might detract from the experience this time around. Thankfully, this wasn't the case and it didn't enter my mind once. From the first few seconds onwards, its captivating melodrama and gleeful pomp had me glued to the screen, absorbed in the universe gone askew in which pitting children against each other in a fight for survival is an acceptable method of discipline. It's this aspect of the premise, more so than any others, that renders imitators so inferior. The sadistic nature of the world, the sheer cruelty of it, that give it so much more weight. However, this is not necessarily to say that it sets out to succeed through disturbing the viewer.

At its heart, this is an action flick. Yes, there is a great deal of blood, and yes, these murderers (and victims) are school children, but the action sequences are by far the most prominent point of the film. It's sometimes almost surprising that it was released as recently as 2000, mostly due to the very '80s action feel that can be found in many of the scenes. There's a sort of grubby, Escape from New York air to it that I just love. In addition to this, it is also about as far from Hollywood as you can get. The Asian style of storytelling is markedly different from that of Hollywood and its ilk, making for an experience that is always refreshing, should you be the sort that takes in a great deal of American cinema.

As far as the characters are concerned, I can only say that there seem to be many unstable types in the Japanese school system. Granted, these particular youths are intended to be disaffected and rebellious in the extreme, but the frequency and ease with which they turn sociopathic is alarming. Having said that, it does make for some very memorable imagery. On top of this, those overseeing the bloodbath are just as warped as those forced to take part and seem to take no small degree of pleasure in the carnage as it unfolds. Most have little to no depth to them, but this works just fine given the nature of the movie. At the very least the central players are afforded some dispensation in this respect.

Overall, there's very little time to catch a breath given the pace of the film, with violence that comes thick and fast, as well as the gore. In light of this, the degree of depth is surprising and certainly has the capacity to get you thinking.

The Verdict:

8/10
An action flick that spares no stomach when it comes to the blood, but at the same time isn't completely brainless. Both controversial and incredibly entertaining in equal measure.