Hugely enjoyable film in my opinion that is fast paced, looks… MoreHugely enjoyable film in my opinion that is fast paced, looks incredible and boasts a flame throwing double necked guitar. Admittedly it doesn't have a complex plot, it won't change the way you live your life or make you question yourself in a spiritual way but this is very much in keeping the previous Mad Max films.
Just like in Mad Max 2 and 3 the world is in a post-apocalyptic state of anarchy. Human beings struggle for basic things like food, water and clothes it seems but do possess some damn funky automobiles and other associated gizmos that would make the average petrolhead very excited indeed. Very early on Max and his iconic car with the spinney turbo thing coming out of the bonnet gets captured by a group of Chelsea football hooligans. Nothing very mad about Max here as puts up about as much of a fight as you would expect if Michael Jackson wrestled Mr T, lame. To summarise some people decide to pop out for some groceries in a huge truck and since the desert lacks road signs they subsequently get lost. A scouting party is sent to find then and direct them to the nearest Kwikimart but they find that a group of young, under nourished girls have stowed away on the truck. Their Dad\Uncle\Boyfriend (he is all of these at once) is very upset about this, puts on his Darth Vader costume and goes to find them himself. Then a big chase happens followed by a very brief lull, then another big chase with some explosions and just in case you felt that there wasn't enough chases there are some more and that's about it.
Tom Hardy basically just grunts a lot but fortunately not in an incoherent Bane type way. But ill allow this as Max is supposed to be mean and moody and this he does successfully. But let's face it, this is really Charlize Therons film. She does her best pseudo Robocop\Annie Lennox impression and drives a truck. Everyone else's role is just to look good and this is achieved in the main.
You would think that a 2 hour chase would wear thin very quickly (Terminator 3 anyone?) but Fury Road manages to avoid this. Maybe it's because it's so well choreographed and just looks so damn great in a Neil Armstrong magnificent desolation kind of way.
I would also pay big money for some the more popular music acts around these days to employ the use of the flame throwing guitar live on set. This would obviously mean the donning of a flameproof suit anywhere near the vicinity but the upside is that we wouldn't be able to hear the Beibers and One Directions of this world. Win.
More Incoherent Vice than Inherent Vice in my opinion and whilst I… MoreMore Incoherent Vice than Inherent Vice in my opinion and whilst I didn't understand much of what was going on I did enjoy certain aspects of it especially Josh Brolin and Joaquin Phoenix's performances.
Supreme stoner and all round druggie Doc (Phoenix) is a private investigator in the hippy 70s (I think, might be the 60s) who is visited by an old girlfriend who informs him of a complex plot to abduct her rich property tycoon boyfriend. This plan is being hatched by the tycoon's wife and her boyfriend and things start to get confusing from this point (i.e. the beginning) and this doesn't really change throughout. Throw in an overly aggressive loner cop (Brolin), Docs occasional girlfriend from the D.A. (Reese Wetherspoon) and Docs bonkers lawyer who specialises in Maritime cases (Benicio Del Toro) and you have a bizarre mix.
With the exception of Magnolia (admittedly also weird with raining frogs) ive never been a big fan of Paul Thomas Andersons work. Especially the painfully pretentious The Master and ive always felt he is more of a director for the critics than the great unwashed.
The cast is great though and once again I didn't mind Owen Wilson in a film. I'm beginning to worry a little about this as he really isn't my cup of tea yet along with this and Grand Budapest Hotel and Midnight In Paris have been films that haven't made me feel like I want to running head-butt my TV. Ill take this as progress.
How does IM Rogue Nation improve on its very good predecessor Ghost… MoreHow does IM Rogue Nation improve on its very good predecessor Ghost Protocol? The truth is that it doesn't but its still a very tidy and enjoyable film with a standout bike chase thrown in for good measure. Add some decent humour, slick production and likeable bikini clad posh totty in newbie Rebecca Ferguson and you have a worthwhile film.
In true IM fashion, it's all gone "Pete Tong" and a sequence of events mean that Ethan Hunt is estranged from the rest of his team and the authorities. Hunt is right royally tucked up in a backstreet London record shop in by a strange organisation called The Syndicate. He asks the assistant for a rare Jazz record and this culminates in a smoke filled listening booth with Ethan's last memory seeing a member of the said Syndicate. If I had my way anyone who listens to Jazz deserves to meet this kind of end in the same way that fans of The Twilight Saga and people who wander around looking at their phones instead of where they are going. This list could on a long time.
The IMF (note, NOT the International Monetary Fund) have been disbanded and the rest of the team integrated into other parts of the intelligence service. They are however, constantly hassled and harangued regarding Hunts whereabouts. He eventually makes contact, they go to the opera and have a shootout to the tune of Nessun Dorma (once again, tidy). Then there is some bluffs, some double bluffs, a British secret service involvement (of course) and some more spy type shenanigans. Once again all well done.
One thing that sprang to mind is how do they manage to make London look so attractive on screen. There are some sweeping aerial night shots that would make Michael Mann proud. I mean, I'm born and raised there and I don't remember it looking like this!! What we need is some realism and for the Impossible Mission team to be based somewhere dangerous like Peckham or Croydon. I'd like to see Ethan hunts team truly tested by some ASBO chav potheads where they are cornered in a disused underground carpark and forced to follow the fashion by wearing their trousers halfway down the backside. Not looking so uber cool now are you Mr Cruise.