Prometheus: A Different Perspective
The internet has essentially exploded since Prometheus opened, with in-depth discussion of it’s themes and exploration of life’s great questions. A friend of mine wrote this piece and posted it on Facebook, and I think that it offers an interesting perspective on the film, from the point of view of a massive fan of the series’ original two films. It also addresses the vexed ‘prequel’ question which I think has flown under the radar. This guest blog comes to you thanks to Steve Crilly who wrote it, and was kind enough to let me publish it.
This isn’t really a review. My ‘review’ of Prometheus could very well be summed up in one sentence: “I wish they hadn’t bothered”. Nor is it an in-depth analysis in the vein of several literally novella-length theses that I have seen on the film’s themes. I don’t want to do that because I don’t think Prometheus merits the treatment.
For the benefit of anyone who is yet to see the film, this will be extremely spoiler-heavy.
My main issue with Prometheus stems from the fact that it is a prequel, despite attempts to distance it from the Alien series. It’s very definitely a direct prequel in two senses. First, it directly precedes Alien. Second, it’s an obvious tee-up for Prometheus II, which I really hope is never filmed but which I suspect is inevitable. Most of my issues with Prometheus stem from the fact that it is a prequel in the former sense, but the latter is relevant too, if only because it means that they might make more of this crap.
Alien has the probably unique distinction of being one of my favourite films in not one but two genres: science fiction and horror. A lot of what makes it great actually stems from limitations on what filmmakers could do in 1979, and how those problems were overcome. Consider the penultimate scene when Ripley finally banishes the Alien into space and char grills it with the shuttle’s engines. The following things look dated and kind of stupid: (1) the painted space background, (2) the ship model, (3) the Alien itself in full view, which is gangly, awkward, and, in that shot, obviously a doll on a string.
The ways in which Ridley Scott got around the limits imposed by his budget and the era make the film iconic. He kept the action mostly inside, in dark and claustrophobic corridors and halls full of painstakingly painted, instantly recognisable HR Giger artwork. He shot the film so that the action is brutal and finished in an instant. Above all, he only showed snatches of the Alien – second-long flashes of teeth, spines and slime – and let viewers’ imaginations fill in the blanks. By adopting these measures, he produced something visually stunning, innovative, and deeply unnerving.
2012 isn’t 1979. With the full array of CGI available to them, filmmakers don’t have to be inventive as they once did. So, instead of a largely hidden alien that strikes from the shadows, we get a giant tentacle rape monster attacking a huge, pale super-human. This immediately follows a spaceship collision that had me looking for Michael Bay’s name in the credits. The disturbing rape and unnatural pregnancy motifs from the originals – not exactly subtle, mind, when people are ‘impregnated’ by oral penetration and phallic aliens burst from their chests – could not be more literally rendered in Prometheus. Anyone who’s seen it knows which scene I’m talking about.
The reason that I can’t forgive Prometheus is it that whatever its pretentions to philosophy, it turns Alien into a failed summer blockbuster (cf Aliens, which turned it into a great summer blockbuster). The question it naturally raises is whether Alien would have been any good if it had been filmed for the first time in 2012. Ultimately it doesn’t matter. However it came about, Alien is a great film (though not without its flaws). But Prometheus isn’t like Alien 3, Alien: Resurrection, or those other two of which we shall not speak. This isn’t a set of rookie writers and directors shambling along to mortgage the franchise’s remaining dignity for a few million dollars. Ridley Scott directed Alien. He had a huge budget and full creative control of Prometheus. And he fucked up.
It’s not just the lack of subtlety that irks me about the film. It’s that it makes no goddamn sense. Elizabeth Shaw turns into an action heroine immediately after undergoing major surgery without anaesthesia. There’s no hint of her sterility until about six second before it becomes a plot point. Guy Pearce is totally superfluous, because Shaw’s love interest fills the zealot role and needn’t have died when he does. I don’t mind characters being around as alien fodder, (see: every character in the first two films except Ripley, Newt, the only guy in Aliens who wasn’t a total cock, the robots, and that cat) but I don’t see what the fuck Charlize Theron’s character is doing there except as a contrast to people who aren’t total knobs. I’m sure that Idris Elba can lift a flamethrower, and she doesn’t even get eaten for Christ’s sake. I have no idea why the geologist comes back as a zombie. I just don’t see why that is a thing. For that matter, does the black goop dissolve people, zombify them, spontaneously create snake monsters, or all of the above?

The titualar spaceship from Prometheus. As we speak an escape pod from this bad boy is transporting Noomi Rapace and Michael Fassbender’s head at great speed toward a sequel (to the prequel).
And so on. Basically, this wasn’t a worthy addition to the Alien canon. Worse, moving away from the events of the Sigourney Weaver films, now there’s a real chance that in a few years’ time I will find myself in a dark cinema, subjecting myself to Noomi Rapace and Michael Fassbender’s head going off on a buddy movie road trip to meet and possibly kill humanity’s makers. I will see the Prometheus sequel if it happens, but I am also going to bring a bottle of gin.
– by Steve Crilly
Prepping for Prometheus
Prometheus (2012) has exploded across cinema screens all over the world over the last couple of weeks, signalling Ridley Scott’s return to the sci-fi genre, and the franchise that made him famous. If you have been to the cinema over the past few months, you have no doubt seen a preview or two, but if not, this is what it is all about:
Scott seems to be in a nostalgic mood given the news that he is also hard at work on a new Blade Runner (1982) sequel/prequel/reboot or whatever it is going to be. Having seen the marketing and read a fair bit about the new entry, I thought I needed to get some homework done before catching Scott’s new film. And what better way to do so than checking out the first two films in the franchise, which are on the 1001. One more digression first though, speaking of the marketing for the film, the powers that be behind the film have tapped into the TED talk zeitgeist and produced this:
Alien (1979) is, up until this point in time, the only film in the series directed by Scott himself. Despite its iconic status, before watching it I knew very little about the plot or direction the film would take, which is a great place to be starting from. I did know (from the horribly spoiler-ridden DVD case) that only one character survived the events of the film, and I had seen a still of the infamous ‘chest burster’ scene, but as to how we would get to those points I was clueless.
One thing that Alien is, is wholly atmospheric. Right from the opening credits sequence with a great song in the background and very slow reveal of the word Alien which sets the tone for the entire film. Perhaps the most impressive aspect of the entire production is the set design, and this is another element of the film which really helps to build the atmosphere. The interior of the ship looks amazingly realistic, like a spaceship should or could actually look. There is no glossy, Star Wars sheen here. For the first 5 minutes of the film, the audience does not see anything or anyone. The ship looks empty, abandoned and shut down, and this tension is heightened by the soundtrack, which intrudes itself in on these proceedings, almost like an extra character.
The plot concerns the small crew of the Conradian named space tug ship Nostromo, and their interactions with the titular beast that starts knocking them off one by one. They are in some sort of hibernation on the long trip back to Earth when the ship automatically wakes them up to investigate an unknown transmission. They find themselves landing on an unknown planet with winds whipping around them at great speed adding an extra dimension to their apprehension. Once they are inside the huge structure they find on this planet, the set design again comes to the fore, with towering structures and huge eggs. When the creatures eventually turn up on the scene, they too are designed with believable care. It is at this point that horror elements begin to be mixed into the sci-fi ones seen up until this point. A strange, slimy something explodes out of an egg and attaches itself to John Hurt’s face. The entire thing is a classic set-up. The ship is marooned in an unknown planet and bad shit starts to happen. Could just as easily be a haunted house or a rocky outcrop in the ocean. And you know that shit is getting real once the alien gets into the air vents.
At the height of the horror sequences, the film creeped me out as much as not more than anything I else I have seen. Like many of the best aspects of the film, the success of these owes to the incredible design, in this case the incredibly crafted creature design. And no discussion of the film would be complete without mention of the iconic ‘chest burster’ scene. I won’t go into too much spoiler laden detailing (although referring to it as the ‘chest burster’ scene is a bit of a hint). However what I will say is that John Hurt delivers a wonderful performance through this kinetic, gory interlude. Unfortunately the effects of the creature that does the bursting, have aged quite badly. The larger alien is also a little tame and dated, and the next couple of kills are also a little underwhelming. This is an issue because the film does essentially become a wander from kill to kill as the crew members are picked off… until one remains. As the iconic, remaining heroine Ridley, Sigourney Weaver gives an assured, really enjoyable turn.
This is the best looking sci-fi film I have ever come across, and is quite possible the most atmospheric as well. This is not an absolute favourite of mine, some of the iconic hype is lost on me, but it is really good. But you can see why it has that status, the design and originality leap off at you.
Verdict: Stubby of Reschs
The second film in the franchise saw directing duties handed from Scott, to the rather assured hands of James Cameron. The result was Aliens (1986), a sequel many hold up as a beacon of the possibility of sequels outstripping the original. For me, it is a very close run thing. I think Aliens succeeds best as a space-set action film, rather than the melding of horror and sci-fi genres delivered by the first film.
The film essentially occurs directly after the events of Alien. By directly, I mean once Ripley awakens from 57 years of hypersleep, at which point no one believes her story of what took place. Immediately Ripley is a much more fully formed character, the trauma evident in her from both her ordeal, and reception from those who she tells her story to. However, despite the prevailing scepticisms, before too long Ripley is back in action as contact is lost with the settlers on the original Alien planet. It was here that things for me took a bit of a turn for the annoying. The start is very slow for one thing. More than that though is the crew of blokes that Ripley is sent back with. They are a squadron of marines, trading in the typical, horrific masculine bullshit culture of the military. Perhaps this is too well conveyed, because I found all these characters frustrating, aggro and unpleasant to watch led by Bill Paxton in one of the more annoying performances ever.
For me, basically the whole first half of the film is a bit of a write off. The first film’s incredible design is there, the ship and its surrounds wonderfully realised. Everything is bigger too, in typical sequel fashion. The crew is much larger, and as you can guess from the plural title, there are rather more aliens for Ripley and co to combat. This last fact actually works against the film. Because more are killed throughout the film, they do not seem that big a threat, whereas one seemingly un-killable alien loomed large over the first film. I just could not get over the real focus on militarism, which I did not think added anything to the film, and detracted plenty. Although perhaps to dismiss the whole first half is exaggerating a little. The initial drop into the planet aboard the spaceship is a really good moment, built up expertly well and leaving the viewer unsure of what they will find when they finally reach the surface. Unfortunately once there, the marines are greeted with empty rooms. Empty room after empty room in a really drawn out, unnecessarily long sequence.
However, the second half of Aliens really shifts into gear, providing the best moments of these two films in a fantastic action focused romp. The creature design is again brilliant, with a few rather gross lashings this time around. The film is in such a rush of bombardment and action, that it is easy to not mind too much the inclusion of that most twee of touches in these kind of films, the young child castaway. Even the burgeoning romance between Ripley and one of the marines is not as horrible as it sounds. Again in this latter part of the film, the depth of Ripley’s character is a big bonus as the more fully formed lead rages against wrongs and eventually turns into a gun-toting badarse. Thematically as well things are more fully formed here I think, with some rocking Asimov robotics concerns.
This is a relatively different film to the first, which is always a nice place to find yourself in with a sequel. I think this is on par with the first, so not an out and out classic in my mind, but still very good. And the last half hour is really excellent and a hell of a ride.
Verdict: Stubby of Reschs
Progress: 57/1001
Trailer for your Weekend: The Amazing Spider-man
Modern trailers get a fair bagging. And generally for good reason. There is a tendency to give away far too much plot and all the best jokes, having the effect of a spoiler ridden review.
But every so often a trailer serves its purpose – makes you want to see the movie. This week’s trailer did that for me. I was not at all keen for The Amazing Spider-man. I thought a reboot was entirely unnecessary, and that if a another Spider-man film needed to be made, it should be another Raimi film (despite the general woefulness of much of his third). But this looks like a really cool new take, with a bit of humour, back story and engaging leads.
Check out the trailer, and let me know your thoughts.And enjoy your weekend.
Worth Watching May 2012
Worth Watching:
- Sherlock Series 2 (2012), Steven Moffat & Mark Gatiss – More of the utterly awesome same. These guys really know how to finish off a series too – wow what an ending! Superb acting, and the construction of the episodes (movies really) means the joys unfold sublimely well. Put simply, if you haven’t caught this, go out and do so.
- Hidden (2005), Michael Haneke – This sorta thriller features very clever use of style, incorporating video technology such as fast forwarding wonderfully into the narrative. An examination of unwanted surveillance, as a couple are terrorised by tapes of their house and strange drawings sent to them. An intriguing, and well acted, weaving of the past into the present.
- Burning Man (2011), Jonathan Teplitzky – As good as I could imagine a study of grief being. Incredibly fragmented opening half hour distils brilliantly at just the right moment. Performances are uniformly brilliant whilst the direction is similarly excellent. I cried at the death of a character I had known for two shots. I’m not a crier, but I wept or cried openly for the entire last hour of this. One of the very few films that do death (and by extension life) justice. If I had of seen it in time, this would have been in my top 5 for last year.
- Wish You Were Here (2012), Kieran Darcy-SMith – Well off young people getting into serious trouble appears to be the trope of choice in Aussie cinema at the moment. Splintered, non-linear narrative works well here to gradually reveal the true nature of what each character knew. A pretty enjoyable outing with universally unlikeable characters. The shocking ending is a winner though.
- The Woman in Black (2012), James Watkins – This haunted house flick is a cracking chiller. It’s all very Victorian – fog, marshland and distrusting locals hiding something. Shot very cleverly to enhance the atmosphere and shocks. A contained, taut film anchored by excellent performances from Daniel Radcliffe and Ciaran Hinds. Scared the shit out of me too.
- Dark Shadows (2012), Tim Burton – This very fun film is actually a meditation on the nature & function of family, with some distinctly adult flashes. Burton & Depp have successfully dialled it down here resulting in a fantastically restrained performance and an incredible looking (1972 set) but not visually gimmicky film. A simple story and a great cast equal lots of fun.
- Tinkler Tailor Soldier Spy (2011), Tomas Alfredson – Novelist John Le Carre is known for his labyrinthine plots, and I had been warned that this adaptation of his most famous novel was borderline impossible to follow. But to me, it just requires close viewing, an old school, slow burn of a spy thriller. Beautifully shot, with close-ups driving the story. A tense, cracking adult film that is with one of the best male ensembles ever cobbled together with Gary Oldman, Benedict Cumberbatch and Mark Strong the best of a very good bunch. I will admit though that the final reveal was not entirely clear to me.
- The Descendents (2011), Alexander Payne – I think this is an overrated film, but by no means a bad one, and one that grows as it goes along. A man’s wife goes into a coma, at which point he has to ramp up his parenting duties and discovers she has been having an affair. Clooney is extremely good in an exceedingly difficult role – that of a man put in an insane position. It sort of turns into a wonderfully strange, absurd road trip with an inspired confrontation scene and a delightful building of a father-daughter bond.
- Men in Black 3 (2012) Barry Sonnenfeld – This is just great fun. So good to see people like Josh Brolin and Emma Thompson being exceedingly silly. This series of films are silly, but at their best, inspiringly, absurdistly so. Not much is done with the time travel aspect of the narrative, and the huge secret reveal at the end is a hollow attempt to add gravitas where it is not wanted. But this is one of the funniest, and funnest big budget romps of the year.
- Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries (2012), Deb Cox & Shelly Birse – What an awesome Australian show, a period crime tales told with unrelenting joy. Simply amazing characters, led by Essie Daviss as the one of a kind titular detective, backed by 5 or 6 others you can’t help but love. Fun for the most part, but it also shows it can really ramp up the tension over the last couple of episodes. Very happy to hear that series two is in the works.
Not Worth Watching:
- The Promise (1995), Marharethe von Trotta – A weighty start gives way to a pretty tepid, clichéd love story. Not that surprising when you consider the premise – young lovers divided by the Berlin Wall. Oh, think of the metaphors. The lack of backstory hinders the main two characters, as well as their supposed intense love, whilst the film is melodramatic in a bad way. Some interesting ideas, but an annoying change of actors in the main role and a script that bumbles attempting to render the differences between East and West mean they don’t shine through.
- Iron Sky (2012), Timo Vuorensola – This really not very good film completely wastes the incredible concept of Nazis on the dark side of the Moon. It is nowhere near self aware enough, and is just bad and unfunny. The sci-fi and action elements are simply unexhilarating whilst the visuals are bland and acting uniformly woeful. Bad enough though that it will probably gain a cult following on DVD.
- The Dictator (2012), Larry Charles – A film dedicated to Kim Jong Ill – A heinous tyrant who tortured and murdered. That’s the kind of thing this film finds funny. Not just ignorant and dismissive of the terrible goings on of the Arab Spring, but downright racist in parts. Comedy about dictators and the like can be subversively brilliant (I’m looking at you Chaplin) but this is not at all. And worst of all for a comedy – it’s deeply, deeply unfunny.
If you only have time to watch one Burning Man
Avoid at all costs The Dictator
Trailer for your Weekend: Django Unchained
This is intended to be the first post in a weekly series. Whilst a lot of this blog focuses on older film, I am a lover of contemporary cinema as well. And what better way to share that love, and get a little excited for the weekend, then by sharing a trailer.
The trailers will not always be ones that have only just hit the net, but that’s what this week’s is. Below is the first teaser trailer for Tarantino’s Django Unchained. There is no other director working who is a genre on to himself. There are ‘Tarantino Films’ and this looks like it will be another one. Just check the soundtrack. Tarantino, love him or hate him, is a truly original beast and I can’t wait for this one to hit screens at the start of next year (earlier if you are reading this from the States). I think this is a really cool trailer. It lays down the narrative, but it doesn’t feel like all the best bits of it have been given away.
What are your thoughts on the trailer for Django Unchained?
The Conversation
Francis Ford Coppola is a director whose ego can come through in his films, think Apocalypse Now (1979) for example. However, The Conversation (1974) is a very different beast, and is a creation on a much smaller and intimate scale than Coppola’s aforementioned Vietnam epic.
The film essentially concerns surveillance. The opening shot starts from a voyeuristic high angle over a crowded square at lunchtime. The shot is very long, and moves in extremely slowly, so slowly that you barely even realise that it is moving. The effect is that the viewer focuses on the people mingling about, trying to ascertain exactly what we should be looking for. Gene Hackman plays Harry Caul a surveillance expert who is struggling with his conscience. Should he care about what people do with the audio tapes he captures using his high tech means, or should he just spy and absolve himself of all blame. The film is quite slow moving, and Coppola shows the ability to gradually build the moral dilemmas that Harry Caul is experiencing. And even whilst the snail’s pace can frustrate, Coppola always maintains a level of mystery surrounding the goings on so as to never lose the audience. This is a good thing, because the film accelerates wonderfully in the second half as the true nature of all things are slowly (then suddenly) revealed for all to see.
The Conversation is a strangely wonderful film in that it takes the viewer on an in-depth look at an industry completely foreign to most of us. There are surveillance conferences, scenes of men who work in the industry sitting around discussing war stories, an obsessive concern with the detail of surveillance technology and exceptional use of a sound design full of alarms, buzzes and garbled half-heard conversation that immerses you in this world. Hackman’s Harry Caul is a ‘man apart’, with a singular focus on his work to the detriment (or non-existence) of his personal connections. Hackman wonderfully crafts a man who seems totally not at ease in the world. This is a man who on the night of his birthday chooses to sit at home playing his sax along to an LP. On a thematic level, Harry’s work and his moral concerns regarding it, reflect a broader enquiry into Catholicism that also takes place in the film. Specifically the place of confession and the transference of sin and responsibility through the act of confession.
Much of the film does revolve around the titular conversation, which is a single, seemingly innocuous conversation. This one conversation, which Harry is paid to record, is repeated over and over again as Harry utilises all the technology at his disposal to try and ascertain what was said. And notably once he has achieved that, he goes outside the scope of his role, and attempts to discover the significance of it. The Conversation closes with a cracker of a twist. It is a plot turn that makes you see the whole of the film in an entirely new light.
This film, perhaps better than any other, shows what an original filmmaking voice Coppola was (is?). From a car chase that comes out of absolutely nowhere, to the endless close-ups of surveillance equipment, this is a little film with so much to absorb, and I recommend you give it a shot.
Verdict: Stubby of Reschs
Progress: 55/1001
Worth Watching April 2012
Worth Watching:
- The Butcher Boy (1917), Roscoe Arbuckle – Short film starring Roscoe ‘Fatty’ Arbuckle, Buster Keaton in his first screen appearance and Luke, the original superstar screen dog. Arbuckle is the greatest physical comedian ever, and that includes his co-star here, who would go on to greater esteem (and who is my favourite screen comedian). This is fantastic as all the jokes are perfectly structured, a great rapport between the stars is immediately apparent and there’s lots of action, culminating in a great food fight.
- I Am Bruce Lee (2011), Pete McCormack – The film perfectly captures Lee’s transformative brilliance and persona. The film uses Lee as a starting point to examine all the beautiful things in life. His wife, a wonderful brave woman, leads a selection of interviewees who imbue much intelligence and thought. Explores Lee’s influence over dance, MMA and many other things. A great documentary.
- The Avengers (2012), Joss Whedon – Whedon has done a wonderful job of balancing the numerous characters. Also of imbuing humour into proceedings fantastically, without it coming off as extremely lame. The film is overlong, and the characters who have not had stand alone films suffer in comparison to Iron Man et al. But whilst not perfect, this is wonderful big budget fun.
- Sherlock Season 1 (2010 – Pilot 2009), Steven Moffat & Mark Gatiss – Fucking amazing television series, featuring three 90 minute episodes. Driven by an innovative, cracking visual style and brilliant editing, this is like no TV show you have ever looked at. Benedict Cumberbatch is dynamite as an exxcentric and hilarious Sherlock and the interplay between him and Martin Freeman’s Watson is great. The third ep, featuring Andrew Scott as a chillingly effective Moriarty, is as searingly a creative piece of telly filmmaking as I have ever seen.
Not Worth Watching:
- Real Steel (2011), Shawn Levy – A Saturday arvo vibe to the whole thing, but you know, with robots. Hugh Jackman’s character starts off an utter prick – he tries to sell custody of his child for 50K – and doesn’t improve a whole lot. Boxing robots could have led to fun, well made mindless fluff. But this fluff is so mindless it is a painful experience, with montage taking up much of what should be the crux of the story and some inexplicable robot/boy dancing. Awful.
- The Thing (2011), Matthijs van Heijningen Jr. – I’m not familiar with the original, but it’s safe to say it’s much better than this. Bland, to the point that your attention to wander, with the only aspect holding interest the awesome Antarctic scenery. Butt there is not much of it. Really tame for a horror film, not enough happens unless you count bad CGI and moving arbitrarily from death to death of characters you don’t give a shit about. Pretty lacklustre and mindless overall.
- Salmon Fishing in the Yemen (2011), Lasse Hallstrom – I deeply disliked basically everything about this. The characterisation is intensely ham fisted – we get that Ewan McGregor is a nerdy, stuffy suit. The film starts with an annoying voiceover and even more annoying attempt at hip visual style. After that though, it just because tepid, average beyond measure with an inexplicably unbelievable romance at the centre. Only one minor character, that of Kirsten Scott Thomas, feels grounded in any sort of reality.
If you only have time to watch one I Am Bruce Lee
Avoid at all costs Salmon Fishing in the Yemen
Worth Watching March 2012
Worth Watching:
- The Cell (2000), Tarsem Singh – Tarsem Singh is a genius, but a warped one at that. This intriguingly structured serial killer flick is an extremely disturbing watch. The literal journey into the mind of a serial killer allows Tarsem’s mind to run wild and you receive full evidence of why he is possibly the most visually arresting filmmaker alive. Vince Vaughan reminds you how fantastic a dramatic actor he is, whilst Vincent D’Onofrio is chilling.
- Grizzly Man (2005), Werner Herzog – This doco tells the tale of an incredibly individual dude, Timothy Treadwell who spends half his year living with bears in Alaska. The portrait Herzog crafts shows us a man who doesn’t just like bears but wants to be one (or even thinks he is one?) The film, complete with Herzogian voiceover, reminds you how great a documentarian the German is. The film takes a broad view of the subject, considering the spiritual side, ecological side and criticisms of Treadwell. A confronting movie.
- Carnage (2011), Roman Polanski – To be clear, this is more a competently filmed and well acted conversation than a film. The characters start off as symbolic constructions rather than fully formed characters. Evolves nicely into a better second half, where Cristoph Waltz takes the acting honours. And finishes on one of the great closing shots of recent times.
- Take the Money and Run (1969), Woody Allen – A highly amusing early Allen film. Like most slapstick, this delivers jokes at a very rapid rate and not all of them work. But enough of them are inspired that the film breezes by, as Allen’s bumbling hero attempts and fails to lead a life of crime.
- The Fall (2006), Tarsem Singh – This is a film that is totally visually focused. A man, befriended in hospital by a young girl with a broken arm, spins a fairy tale to gain her favour. In reality this is an anti-fairy tale with a cowardly hero and themes of despondency and suicide. A funny, classic adventure story which looks truly spellbinding.
- A Separation (2011), Asghar Farhadi – This awards darling conveys a society far removed from the one I live in. A society where religion and ‘norms’ pervade every aspect of daily life. It is masterfully made and evolves into a detective yarn like nothing you have every seen before. There is richness and nuance here, in the narrative but also in the father-daughter and mother-daughter relationships.
- Immortals (2011), Tarsem Singh – Tarsem brings his indescribable visual flair to what otherwise could have been standard studio fare, and also tacks on some of his former works hyper-violence. There is a lot of poor acting, but this romp set in the world of Greek mythology so successfully combines the gritty realist with the fantastical in its visual presentation that it is really worth checking out.
- John Carter (2012), Andrew Stanton – Mainstream sci-fi silliness, but managed with enough charm to outstrip its faults. The story, a civil-war veteran transported to Mars where he finds himself in the middle of another civil war, is inspired. And the creation of the various creatures is impressive visually. Also sports an incredibly cute alien pet dog.
- 21 Jump Street (2012), Phil Lord & Chris Miller – I am in no way familiar with the original T.V series. But this is a cracker of a mainstream comedy. Jonah Hill is hilarious, returning to his broad comedy roots, whilst perhaps a little surprisingly he is matched by the comic timing of his offsider Channing Tatum. Hopefully there can be a few more comedic gems like this to help forget the tepid comedy output of 2011.
- Jurassic Park III (2001), Joe Johnston– Sam Neill returns to the third entry in this iconic series. For me, one word sells the film – Pterodactyls. These flying creatures really do elevate the action in this, the silliest but possibly most fun entry in the series. A lean running time ensures this is a great fun contemporary B-schlock film.
- Creature from the Haunted Sea (1961), Roger Corman – Incredible animated opening credits give way to an inspired, hilarious opening half which skewers James Bond and monster films. It’s all wonderfully absurd (especially once the monster appears) and could easily be a Peter Sellers or early Woody Allen film. But as good as the first half is, the second half is just weird, spiralling down into a nonsensical, exceedingly awkward multifaceted love story
- The Hunger Games (2012), Gary Ross – A great, but far from original premise, results in a film that is far from great, but engaging enough. This is mainly due to a cast in fine form. Lawrence is good as the new teen heroine, Stanley Tucci is wildly over the top and both Woody Harrelson and surprisingly Lenny Kravitz add a lot. Yes, the film could have been more action packed, more violent etc, but what is here is appealing enough.
Not Worth Watching:
- Alias Season 5 (2005), J.J. Abrams – Can’t shake a general sense of frustration at the overarching storyline across all seasons. Seems it had not been thought out in advance. The up and down flip flopping of the character of Sloane is a prime example. A tame conclusion to a series that started out so much better.
If you only have time to watch one Grizzly Man
Avoid at all costs Alias Season 5
My Favourite… Film Franchise
It seems that every single film these days is followed by a rubbish sequel or three. But ever so often comes a film franchise where the sequels match the original film, or at the very least build on their legacy. Here we take a look at our all time favourite film franchises.
Jon from The Film Brief writes:
A good film franchise is rare, and attempting one is usually ill-advised. Unless a work is originally conceived as a series, the option to open the floodgates for sequels inevitably gets taken too far, and you wind up with aliens in your Indiana Jones, or Jar-Jar Binks and “I don’t like sand – it’s coarse and rough, and it gets everywhere. Not like you…” in your Star Wars. It’s best just to push George Lucas as far away from the creative process when it comes to building a franchise, really.
For me, whittling down the candidates for my favourite franchise was fairly easy. My eventual choice Back to the Future was just about the first series that came into my mind – those movies were really the first that made me realise just how fun movies can be. The Godfather series was another contender – those movies were really the first that made me realise just how cinematic and complex movies could be. My love for that franchise, incidentally, extends to the third and final movie, which sums up the vicious cycle of the triumphs and tragedies of the Corleone family and their cohorts brutally and powerfully. Most people, in my experience, can’t get past Sofia Coppola’s admittedly poor acting in a very small role.
I digress. Back to the Future is my favourite franchise. I know full well that the evocation of Westerns in the third instalment is cheesy, poor and superficial, but it matters not a jot. I love that movie (admittedly not as much as the first one – come on, is there a better example of a science-fiction/nostalgia/romantic comedy?) because of its riffing on the same good jokes and the hope, however contrived, that Doc may find love. The second film in the series just about captured the enthusiasm and zeal of the first. At its time of release, Back to the Future Part 2’s evocation of America in 2015 seemed tongue-in-cheek, but clever and predictive. We’re still waiting for hoverboards and Jaws 19, directed by Max Spielberg. But all the kids are wearing 80s clothing.
The Godfather films are universally revered by those worth listening to as essential viewing for anyone wishing to be versed in the language of cinema. They are indeed powerful experiences, and are integral components of the cinematic currency of our time. Back to the Future is my favourite film franchise for very different reasons. They were the first movies to truly inform me of the cinema’s capacity for escapism. These films transport me back to the hopeful child I once was, before I turned into a cynical and over-analytical adult. I treasure them and the social connections they have afforded me with other like-minded, Doc and Marty-loving souls.
Jon Fisher is the creator and editor of The Film Brief and host of The Film Brief podcast which you can find on iTunes.
Tim from Not Now I’m Drinking a Beer and Watching a Movie writes:
I wanted to be cooler about this. I wanted to be able to wax lyrical about Fritz Lang’s Mabuse films, or a series of short crime silents delivered by a Panamanian cubist painter between the wars. But without a doubt my favourite film franchise and that which has definitely had the greatest impact on my film life is the James Bond franchise.
I am a huge fan of film history and older films. Classic directors such as Buster Keaton, Billy Wilder, Fritz Lang, Alfred Hitchcock, Orson Welles etc etc etc are my filmmaking heroes. The James Bond series was my window into this world. Long before I would even contemplate watching any other film from pre-1995, I was trying to track down a copy of every Bond film. I have memories of trawling through my local video store, grabbing scuffed up VHS copies of them all. They were my favourite movies, and I would love having discussions with older cousins and uncles about what their favourite Bond film was. I was always enthralled by the exhilaration, the stunts. But equally as much, I was captured by the humourous patter between Desmond Llewellyn’s Q and whoever the Bond of the day was and the at times, extremely complex plots. In a way very little has changed. Even now, as I push myself to become more of a film historian, I often crack out my complete Bond DVD set for an arvo of beers and fun. Without a doubt, my most anticipated 2012 cinematic release is the forthcoming Bond film Skyfall.
One of the many things I love about the Bond franchise is the seemingly endless conversation starters. Favourite Bond? For me somewhat controversially it’s Timothy Dalton, but you could mount an argument for any of them. Favourite Bond Film? Hands down Goldfinger for me, but again you could mount an argument for a whole heap of the films. Least favourite Bond Film? Sorry George, but personally On Her Majesty’s Secret Service. Favourite villain, favourite Bond girl, and on it goes.
From a Western film perspective there is probably no more long running and iconic franchise than this one. Every time it seemed that the series was dead and buried, it would rise again reinvigorated. Sure, some of the films have been tired, but equally as many have been inspired. The one thing they all shared was a sense of fun, of sheer enjoyment. Let’s face it, a vast majority of cinema is escapism. I don’t know about you, but I often watch films to escape the world around me and as far as sheer escapism goes, nothing beats Ian Fleming’s great creation.
Here’s an iconic scene from my all time favourite Bond flick.
James from Film Blerg writes:
I distinctly remember being told not to watch Scream. I was 9 or so when it first came onto late night television and stories had circulated far enough that parents were aware of Wes Craven’s new horror film and the desires of most children my age wanting to see it.
As most cinematically inclined and authoritatively yielding children do, I managed to sneak a peek at an old television that barely picked up a signal. The first image I saw through that static mess was Drew Barrymore’s lifeless corpse hanging from a tree with her slashed stomach ghoulishly hanging out for one and all to see. I immediately turned off the television in horror.
A few years later, the film came back on television on a Saturday night, this time with the sequel screening straight after it. Popcorn was prepared and by this stage, I had my own television and was ready to give it a second chance.
Immediately I fell in love with the franchise. Perhaps I was too young to pick up on the satire, intertextuality and genre conventions that were at play, but I was entranced regardless. The underlining plot of Sidney Prescott (Neve Campbell) continually battling against knife wielding maniacs was too much fun. It was almost like a soap opera with the relationships between the main characters, an element enhanced by the franchise’s creator Kevin Williamson of TV’s Dawson’s Creek fame.
Drew Barrymore’s unexpected and untimely death shocked audiences around the world and saw the beginning of what would be called the slasher genre. Spawning similar films such as Urban Legends, I Know What You Did Last Summer, and the spoof franchise Scary Movie, Scream’s instant legendary status was evident almost immediately.
Following the success of the first film, three more films were released in 1997, 2000 and 2011, all with Wes Craven and the original three cast members including Campbell, Courteney Cox and David Arquette. Scream 4 may be the weakest, and like the other sequels, becomes more of a playful, fun film rather than inflicting actual fear, horror and suspense. However, it still does the job and does so with much more tenacity than most in the genre.
It may be rather trashy, but the Scream franchise will always have a special place in my heart.
James Madden is the Editor of Film Blerg. He is currently undertaking a Master of Arts and Cultural Management at the University of Melbourne and is a Screen Editor of Farrago Magazine. James has contributed to countless student and online publications including Portable, T-Squat and Upstart.
Worth Watching February 2012
Worth Watching:
- Martha Marcy May Marlene (2011), Sean Durkin – This features probably the best performance by an actress over the past 12 months, from Elizabeth Olsen. She believably portrays a young woman full of anguish and vulnerability with no requirement to revert to histrionics. Once you settle into the film’s back and forth structure it engages and provokes thought, taking the viewer on an original (and at times harrowing) journey.
- The Artist (2011), Michel Hazanavicius – An excellent film. A homage to classic Hollywood and the transformative power of cinema at that time. The influence of Singin in the Rain (1952) is plain to see. The pride of the main character makes him a frustrating figure. Full of positives, the highlights are the cracking cinematography and the two joyful lead performances from Jean Dujardin and Berenice Bejo.
- Man on a Ledge (2012), Asger Leth – Sam Worthington establishes himself as an action star well worth watching in this, following in the footsteps of Aussie brethren Russel Crowe. This is a classically, simply shot action film that reminds just how enjoyable a film like this can be. A lot of this is down to how the plot slowly, but surely reveals its secrets which helps to maintain interest throughout.
- Shame (2011), Steve McQueen – A film about a man addicted to sex, or more specifically ejaculation. Fassbender is surreally good as the high powered exec living this life until his sister, the phenomenal Carey Mulligan, turns his world upside down causing him to reflect on how he carries himself. A character study of a man caught in the most shameful of addictions. McQueen is a stylist and a technician & this is adoringly shot with great use of light, angle and especially sound.
- Hulk (2003), Ang Lee – This maligned film starts with a cracking credit sequence and never looks back. The most interestingly constructed comic book film I’ve ever seen, editing is masterfully used to truly make it feel like you are watching a comic brought to life on the big screen. Such a great vibe, truly inspired and don’t worry, Bana’s Hulk is awesomely destructive when the time comes. Jennifer Connelly gives a wonderful performance as well. Thematically as well as in looks, this is a much more ‘grown-up’ Marvel film.
- Hugo (2011), Martin Scorsese – An extremely rich film worthy of repeated viewings. Dripping in mechanics and clockwork, it features a revelatory performance from Sacha Baron Cohen and a phenomenal one from Ben Kingsley. Of course this is Marty’s ode to cinema, but at times, that is clumsy with dialogue serving as film lecture. It is a bit po-faced at times, but overall an amazing film.
Not Worth Watching:
- Flowers and Trees (1932), Burt Gillett – This Disney effort was the first ever winner of best animated short at the Oscars. It is classically Disney in style and nicely conveys the joys of the natural world. However the film has dated pretty bad and with no story to speak of there is precious little emotion to be found. Take a look:
- Search by Image, Recursively, Transparent PNG, #1 (2012), Sebastian Schmieg – It’s a clever idea. The results though are underwhelming. For far too long its just pictures of space, and the lack of any soundtrack really hurts it. Gets a lot cooler when the images begin to change, but these cuts are much too fast. It’s rare for a 4 minute film to feel too long, but this achieves that because too many of the images just aren’t that interesting. Check it out:
- Bluebeard (1944), Edgar G. Ulmer – One of my favourite fairytales is transformed into a pretty poor film. No real attention paid to establishing the film’s period chops and Bluebeard doesn’t even have a rockin beard. The film is about as atmosphereless as a film can be, even the invocation of the Faust tale can’t help. To top it all off the background music is incessant, and I don’t think anyone actually paid any attention to the music chosen. Really, truly terrible. And if it still sounds like a film you want to watch, you can check it out here:
- One for the Money (2012), Julie Anne Robinson – Katherine Heigl stars, featuring a whole lot of fake tan and as bad an attempt at an Italian accent you will ever come across. What starts as fun, light fare with a rockin hardboiled voiceover descends into inanity at lightning speed. Poorly acted (the supporting cast are atrocious), with an even more poorly constructed plot this woeful film is one I assure you you can afford to miss.
- The Incredible Hulk (2008), Louis Leterrier – Supposedly this is the better of the recent Hulk films. I must have missed something cause this bored me to tears. Somewhere between a sequel and a reboot, having all the same characters played by different actors is distracting. And not one of them is as good as what came in Ang Lee’s take, with Ed Norton & Tim Roth particularly miscast. Derivative, you can see the Bourne and Casino Royale (2006) references all over this one but they add little. And the decision to have the Hulk’s transformation triggered by heart rate rather than anger is a major fail.
- The Spanish Apartment (2001), Cedric Klapisch – Really slow start, with the most notable aspect being a number of (failed) attempts at funky aesthetics – onscreen graphics & images in fast forward. Gets into its stride, accurately conveying the sheer unfamiliarity of a new city, and a meta apartment with residents from all over Europe in each other’s pockets. In the end though, there are so many characters that none of them are really given the narrative attention they deserve. A surreal, comedy of errors that is perhaps too ambitious in the end.
- Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (2011), Stephen Daldry – An exceedingly annoying film with one of the most misjudged central characters ever. This painful child character, with the infernal tambourine he takes everywhere, is paired with an infuriating voiceover for a lot of it. Sandra Bullock is surreally good, and she evokes more emotion in her small part than the entire rest of the film. And whilst Max Von Sydow is also very good, his character is symptomatic of what’s wrong with the film. If the young central protagonist, and Sandra Bullock’s character had their screen time swapped, this might have been bearable. It isn’t.
If you only have time to watch one Hulk
Avoid at all costs One for the Money


