Film Review: Fury

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Fury. Rated MA15+ (strong war themes, violence, blood and gore and coarse language). 134 minutes. Written and Directed by David Ayer.

Verdict: A gruelling saga about the horrors of tank warfare.

Fury begins as World War 2 enters its increasingly urgent final stages, the Allies are now deep inside Germany on the march to Berlin, and its stark opening sequence gives absolutely nothing away about what is to come.

A battle has obviously been fought, but it’s impossible to know who might have won. A fatigued Sherman tank commander ‘Wardaddy’ (Brad Pitt) appears from within a smouldering tank, Fury’, and kills a dazed survivor who is riding past on his white horse by plunging a knife into his eye. It is a brutally efficient moment, full of intense hate, with which Ayer signals that his film is not going to be an easy ride. Ever.

Returning to a makeshift command centre, Wardaddy and his crew Boyd (Shia LaBeouf), Grady (Jon Bernthal) and Trini (Michael Peña), report that Fury’s gunner has been killed. Replacing him is a recently enlisted, young administration assistant Norman (a superb Logan Lerman), who will soon find himself trapped in an unrecognisable world that will change him forever.

In precisely the same manner in which Steven Spielberg took us deep within the Normandy Landings in Saving Private Ryan (1998), Ayer’s forensic examination of the horrors of tank warfare refuses to do us any favours whatsoever. The relentless battle set pieces are astonishingly realistic, and the exceptional performances from a cast who are obviously deeply engaged with the uncompromising material, are almost obsessively captured from every possible angle.

Fury is a deeply unsettling, chaotic film to watch. Just how difficult it becomes to experience will simply be a question of whether or not you have the stamina.

This review was commissioned by the West Australian Newspaper Group.

Film Review: Dracula Untold

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Dracula Untold. Rated M (horror themes and violence). 92 minutes. Directed by Gary Shore. Screenplay by Matt Sazama and Burk Sharpless.

Verdict: This dark and brooding drama about how Dracula came into existence falls short of the mark.

Since Irish author Bram Stoker created Count Dracula in his 1897 novel Dracula, the character has inspired the imaginations of film and television makers around the world. He has been enjoying something of a renaissance, thanks largely to Charlaine Harris’ The Southern Vampire Mysteries novels (adapted for television as True Blood) and Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight series.

In Dracula Untold, we have a bold reimagining of how the character came to be, and a confident debut from fellow Irishman Shore. Sazama and Sharpless’ also debut with their screenplay, and the film’s grand ambition and its many flaws, in equal measure, can be attributed to this fact.

Basing their screenplay on the legendary Vlad the Impaler, the writers have created an interesting story about how Vlad (Luke Evans) encounters Master Vampire (Charles Dance) in a cave, high up in the mountains. Vlad, who is desperate to save his people from the marauding Turkish army, makes a deal with the Master that if he can have the powers of a vampire for three days, he will be able to single-handedly defeat his enemies, and ensure that his young son, his wife and his loyal followers are safe from harm. What Vlad must not do during his time as a vampire is consume human blood. If he does, he will remain one forever.

Cinematographer John Schwartzman (Saving Mr. Banks, The Amazing Spider-Man, Pearl Harbor, Armageddon), ensures that the film looks great, while the visual effects department over-use the ‘Vlad turning into bats’ sequence to the point of tedium. While it falls well short of being the unforgettable entry into the cinematic world of Dracula it might have been, there is certainly much to admire about its gothic horror pretensions.

This review was commissioned by the West Australian Newspaper Group.

Film Review: Gone Girl

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Gone Girl. Rated MA15+ (strong sexualised violence, blood, sex scenes and coarse language). 149 minutes. Directed by David Fincher. Screenplay by Gillian Flynn, based on her novel. 

Verdict: With not a Marvel superhero in sight, it’s time for a hyper-sexualised, meltdown thriller. 

When Nick Dunne’s (Ben Affleck) wife Amy (Rosamund Pike) vanishes on the morning of their fifth wedding anniversary, the brooding Nick finds himself becoming the prime suspect in her disappearance. Detective Rhonda Boney (Kim Dickens) does her best to remain objective, while his sister Margo (Carrie Coon) steadfastly remains his strongest ally. 

As the media (who camp outside Nick and Amy’s home), feed on the story and fuel the public’s hatred and suspicion of Nick and his motives, the circumstances surrounding Amy’s disappearance take a spectacular turn for the worse.

Flynn’s screenplay is the perfect antithesis to the lovelorn, teen angst genre that, along with characters from the Marvel Universe, have been taking up more than their fair share of time on our cinema screens lately. Gone Girl is a sharp, cynical story about the collapse of a marriage, and how seething contempt and misery can destroy what was once a perfectly contented union of soul mates.

Fincher’s (The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Zodiac, Fight Club, Se7en) vision for the film matches the story’s spare, clinical brutality, and his frequent collaborator cinematographer Jeff Cronenweth, realises that grim vision faultlessly.

If Affleck’s performance as Nick is unconvincing, it is because he has done much better work than this (Argo specifically), and Pike’s Amy suffers from having to escort the story into the realm of the ridiculous.

Even though there are certainly movies that cover similar terrain in a superior manner, lovers of thrilling, and somehow occasionally hilarious, human meltdown drama will more than likely savour every horrible minute.

This review was commissioned by the West Australian Newspaper Group.

Film Review: Planes: Fire and Rescue

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Planes: Fire and Rescue. Rated G (some scary scenes). 84 minutes. Directed by Bobs Gannaway. Written by Bobs Gannaway and Jeffrey M Howard. 

Verdict: An excellent, but much darker, follow-up to Disney’s wonderful world of Planes. 

In this sequel to Planes (2013), Dusty Crophopper (Dane Cook) is spending his post-race glory in relative peace and quiet amongst his friends in Propwash Junction. But when his gearbox fails at high altitude and cannot be repaired or replaced, Dusty’s days as a world champion racer are suddenly numbered. 

Realising that he might never be able to race again, Dusty flies to Piston Peak National Park to learn how to become a certified fire-fighting plane. And when lightning creates a monster firestorm in the national park, Dusty learns that his daredevil racing heroics also have a place in his newfound career.

Like Planes, Mark Mancina’s fantastic score and the cavalcade of planes, cars, trucks and trains are superbly realised, with the 3D camerawork simply exceptional during the many aerial sequences. Gannaway captures not only the vast aerial sweep of the story, but also the sequences of powerful drama that some of the younger audience members might find a little overwhelming.

Gannaway and Howard’s action-packed screenplay certainly doesn't shy away from reaching for dramatic highpoints, and once the firestorm well and truly takes hold of Piston Peak National Park, there are very few places where either we, or the characters, can hide.

Setting the better part of the story in a National Park’s fire and rescue facility provides the animators with countless opportunities for wonderful environments and characterisations, with the Native American firefighting helicopter Windlifter (Wes Studi) an inspired piece of character design.

Planes: Fire and Rescue is often a breath-taking film to experience, and the young ones will more than likely love it for its vivid colour palette and its determination not to be patronising or condescending on any level.

This review was commissioned by the West Australian Newspaper Group.

Film Review: The Maze Runner

The Maze Runner. Rated M (violence, science fiction themes and sustained threat). 113 minutes. Directed by Wes Ball. Screenplay by Noah Oppenheim, Grant Pierce Myers and T S Nowlin. Based on the novel by James Dashner.

Verdict: The latest entry into the ‘teens against the rest of the world’ genre is an undeniable ripper.

If an award existed for the film that wastes no time getting on with it, The Maze Runner would win hands down. Within seconds of the cinema lights dimming, our protagonist Thomas (Dylan O’Brien) rides a goods elevator known as ‘the box’ up into the Glade – a verdant oasis at the heart of a super-structure known as ‘the maze’.

A dazed Thomas is greeted by a group of young men who have spent as long as three years learning to survive in the Glade, with selected ‘Runners’ entering the maze to try and find a way of getting through it. Those that are not brutally dispatched by robotic ‘Grievers’, live to tell the tale of escaping the horror that lies within the monumental, shape-shifting structure. Thomas is determined to triumph over the structure, and when the box delivers a young woman, Teresa (Kaya Scodelario), the circumstances in which the ‘game’ is played are changed forever.

While it owes a debt to stories like William Golding’s Lord of the Flies (1954) and Suzanne Collins’ The Hunger Games, there is no doubt that Dashner’s novel, and this fast and efficient cinematic adaptation, are masterclasses in storytelling.

Ball makes an impressive feature-length debut, setting a cracking pace and keeping the focus firmly on what is at stake for his characters. His faith and commitment to an uncluttered style is well rewarded, with his ensemble delivering excellent performances. O’Brien (Teen Wolf’s Stiles), who is rarely offscreen, is simply outstanding as the young hero who refuses to play by the rules.

While there might be a sense of wearying familiarity with the ‘teens against the corrupt adult world’ genre, The Maze Runner, boasting Marc Fisichella’s superb production design, is a compelling and involving adventure that deserves to be experienced on the big screen.

This review was commissioned by the West Australian Newspaper Group.

Film Review: Into the Storm

Into the Storm. Rated M (mature themes). 89 minutes. Directed by Steven Quale. Screenplay by John Swetnam.

Verdict: Sound and fury signifying nothing.

Anyone with fond memories of Jan de Bont’s ground-breaking Twister (1996), or any other film that focuses on the impacts of extreme weather events, will find Quale’s (Final Destination 5) offering almost instantly forgettable. While the sound and visual effects are great, the film lacks the necessary menace that these kinds of ‘Mother Nature as fiercely unforgiving adversary’ films need in order to sustain our interest in the scenes of relentless destruction and devastation.

In the all-American town of Silverton, everyone’s a film-maker. As the townsfolk brace for an epic series of tornado touch-downs, the hapless cast run around with a dazzling array of smartphones and video cameras filming anyone and anything that will stay still long enough.

Quale and Swetnam’s miscalculation is that unlike the hand-held camera found-footage masterpieces Blair Witch Project (1999) and Cloverfield (2008), the secret to the dramatic success of this particular style of film-making is as much about what we don’t see as what we do. Donnie (Max Deacon) and the love of his life Kaitlyn’s (Alycia Debnam Carey) near-death video messages from within a flooded paper-mill, for example, are nothing compared to the famous camper’s video diary sequence from Blair Witch Project.

The competent cast of bland lead characters is also frequently upstaged, hilariously, by two Jackass-inspired locals who are desperate for their five minutes of YouTube fame. The scene involving their family swimming pool and their furious mother is an absolute highlight, which is bizarre given how it is the least expensive sequence in what is obviously a massive effects budget extravaganza. Had Into the Storm managed to generate at least one more original idea, it might have been a good deal more interesting than it is.

This review was commissioned by the West Australian Newspaper Group.

Film Review: The Expendables 3

The Expendables 3. Rated M (action violence and coarse language). 126 minutes. Directed by Patrick Hughes. Screenplay by Sylvester Stallone, Creighton Rothenberger and Katrin Benedikt.

Verdict: Chaos reigns as the Kings of Cinema shoot lots of people.

You have to hand it to Sylvester Stallone. That The Expendables works at all is due not only to his monumental onscreen presence, but his ability to gather all his mates together into one of the largest ensembles in recent memory. And what a cast it is.

The spectacular opening sequence (there’s always one in an Expendables movie) sees Barney (Stallone) and the team freeing Doctor Death (Wesley Snipes) from a train that is delivering him to a high-tech prison. The team needs the good Doctor’s help intercepting a shipment of weapons being sent to arms trader Conrad Stonebanks (Mel Gibson) in Somalia. When the operation goes pear-shaped, Barney retires the old team members and recruits a new, more agile and technologically savvy gang.

The fatal flaw in the concept lies in the casting of Mel Gibson, who is spectacular. Plagued with all sorts of public relations disasters in his private life, Gibson burns up the screen from start to finish. When you add Harrison Ford (who replaces Bruce Willis) and the indefatigable Arnold Schwarzenegger to the mix, the young’uns (including Kellan Lutz who is currently starring as Hercules) are at a distinct disadvantage.

Australian-born Hughes and cinematographer Peter Menzies Jr are on their way to becoming a formidable duo behind the camera, but the chronic over editing (Sean Albertson and Paul Harb) suggests that this is not the break-through they might have hoped for. There are some magnificent close-ups of Stallone, Gibson and Ford (whose faces reveal years of cinema history), but the bulk of this disappointing outing for the Kings of Cinema is just migraine-inducing, blood-lusty chaos.

This review was commissioned by the West Australian Newspaper Group.