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Friday, March 13, 2015

Film Review: Chappie


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Chappie. Rated MA15+ (strong violence and coarse language). 120 minutes. Directed by Neill Blomkamp. Written by Neill Blomkamp and Terri Tatchell.

Verdict: Much, much more of the same from Blomkamp and Co.

When Blomkamp burst onto the scene with District 9 (2009), science fiction fans rightfully celebrated the arrival of a new hero. The Oscar-nominated, box office smash hit (powered by the themes of corporate corruption, racism, segregation and militaristic over-policing) from a director on debut was practically unheard of.

With Elysium (2013), Blomkamp revisited similar themes, working his disdain for class differences into a frenzy by having the wealthy, privileged population circling Earth in a gigantic, disease-free space station, liberated from the poverty of lesser mortals who remained on a toxic Earth.

The problem with Chappie, is that the director and his partner, co-writer Tatchell, appear to have run out of original ideas. What saves it from being as much of a fiasco as it constantly threatens to be, is the naïve title character’s heart-warming journey.

Chappie (Sharlto Copley) is a robot policeman destined for the junk yard. His ‘maker’, Deon (Dev Patel), has developed a code that will see the robots thinking for themselves and assuming other human qualities. When Deon successfully implants the code into Chappie, the robot begins a journey to an exclusively kind-hearted maturity before being trained by a group of mercenaries to help pull off a dangerous heist.

The always-reliable Patel is great as the neurotic Deon, while Hugh Jackman (with an awe-inspiring mullet), storms through the film as the inventor of a giant, human-controlled robot that is designed to destroy everything and everyone in its path. The presence of Sigourney Weaver only reminds us that she is reportedly to star as Ellen Ripley in Blomkamp’s heavily signposted Alien 5.

We can only hope that their next film together doesn’t end up resembling Alien vs WALL•E.

This review was commissioned by the West Australian Newspaper Group.



Friday, March 6, 2015

Film Review: The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel

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The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. Rated PG (mild coarse language and sexual references). 122 minutes. Directed by John Madden. Screenplay by Ol Parker.‬

Verdict:
The magic of the Best Exotic Marigold Hotel refuses to fade.

When The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel became an unexpected smash hit of 2012, it was only a matter of time before a sequel would find its way onto the screen. The first film’s perfect mixture of wonderful performances from Britain’s finest actors (including Judi Dench, Maggie Smith, Bill Nighy and Tom Wilkinson) and its intoxicating Indian locations, ensured that audiences flocked to it.

It’s perfect blend of humour, romance, adventure, drama and quiet worldly contemplation found its way into the hearts of its audiences – and Australian audiences, in particular, loved it.

With his Best Exotic Marigold Hotel now at capacity, Sonny (Dev Patel) and Muriel (Maggie Smith) travel to America to try and secure finance to enable them to purchase another hotel to continue to build on their dream of owning a chain of Best Exotic Marigold Hotels. If the investors’ inspector approves of the new location, the funds will be provided. When a wealthy American, Guy (Richard Gere), arrives, Sonny believes him to be the inspector, and does everything he can to make sure that he will have no choice but to approve his plans for expansion.

There is no faulting the performances from the outstanding cast, most of who are reprising their roles. Patel is wonderfully entertaining as the desperately ambitious Sonny, and Maggie Smith is simply divine as Muriel. On the back of her popularity in Downtown Abbey, Smith has been enjoying a luxury of big screen opportunities recently, and she never disappoints. The camera adores her, and she
receives excellent support from the superb Dench and Nighy, both of whom play the delicate theme of finding genuine love, late in life, to absolute perfection.

This review was commissioned by the West Australian Newspaper Group.