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Somewhere Review

Somewhere

Reviewed by James Cheetham

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As an avid fan of Lost in Translation, I knew I was going to love this film. And while I can’t quite decide whether Somewhere topped it, I know that I definitely developed a deep fascination with it.

Sofia Coppola’s latest is rife in a quiet brilliant beauty that instils every single frame with a certain elegance. Whether this is an elegance of innocence, hope, self-destruction or sleaze, it spills from the screens as the camera slowly crawls through the life of fictional A-list celebrity Johnny Marco (Stephen Dorff) and his 11 year-old visiting daughter (Elle Fanning).

The two central performances are tone perfect. Dorff creates a living crack that allows you to peak into the downside of a hedonistic-led life, and Elle Fanning juxtaposes his performance with a shy confidence that hides a pre-pubescent tirade of emotions and hormones soon to come.

Coppola sticks to what she knows and doesn’t try to develop a different style just for the sake of it. Somewhere has the same meandering essence that Lost in Translation was soaked in, but it works for the development of the characters and the slow moving plot, resulting in a strong sense of alignment between the characters and the viewer . This is put to good use within the moments of drama, and while not frequent, when they happen they become wonderfully intimate and hypnotic moments that showcase the talents of Coppola.

If you like your films slow-moving yet immensely satisfying, Somewhere is a must-see. An accomplished piece of cinema that calls for further viewings and satiates a hunger within cinephiles such as myself who will find themselves calling for further Sofia Coppola films to be brought into creation.

5/5

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The Adjustment Bureau Review

The Adjustment Bureau Review


Reviewed by James Cheetham
jamescheetham.jcc@gmail.com

To be perfectly honest, I’ve had enough of Matt Damon and his damn running. The Bourne films were awesome, mainly because he interspersed his running with the odd face jab or kick, but it seems to becoming more prevalent that Damon is basing his roles on the amounting of running within the script.

His most recent role finds him chasing a lost love, a girl he should have ended up with, but due to various fantastical reasons, his destiny with her was dodged, changed, and warped, (so he’d become the president of the United States. Obviously.)

With this relationship as the foundation of the narrative, The Adjustment Bureau becomes a romance film wrapped loosely within the trimmings of scifi/fantasy. Fantasy you ask? Yes, because the main plot device of the film is the use of angel-like creatures. They are men in suits who mince around in bowler hats with little notepads that reveal the life maps of people, life maps that they must ensure are followed.

These bowler-hat men meddle in the everyday lives of humans to make sure we all reach our ultimate goals and generally just walk around using free will to wipe their ass. Why? Because last time they let us live by free will we invented genocide. Go us.

So they are involving themselves in our mess to make sure the human species eventually climbs towards its finale.

Matt Damon’s character sidesteps his controlled fate when he meets a ballerina played by the marvellous Emily Blunt. The chemistry between the two is brilliant and makes his constant pursuit of her believable. But with his fawning after her meaning he is not reaching his written destiny the angels become involved, attempting to break the two up. The excitement of the film doesn't really kick in until the end when there is a chase scene and a whole lot of jargon is spilled out into the film, which ultimately just leads to Damon running around a lot. Again. And after all the running? A boring deux ex machina that will have most eyes rolling in annoyance.

So prior to the final triathlon, The Adjustment Bureau is simply rather a lot of romantic yearning and composition driven dialogue via suited men. Overall? Not nearly entertaining enough and it falls into the frequent trap of; seen the trailer? seen the film.

2/5

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Update; 26/4/11.

With a schedule of full-time work and busy weekends, my attention to my writing has dropped significantly. So in a bid to motivate myself back into writing, I've decided to try and keep up a steady flow of film reviews by shortening them and making them snappier.


I'm also not limiting myself to just reviews for other websites and will be writing short reviews of films I catch through-out the week and posting them on here. Again, they won't be the 700 + wordy reviews I usually do, simply because I do not have the time to manage that these days.

So hopefully the shorter reviews won't be a complete literary wreck and may also be easier for readers who just want to scan over a film review rather than read a 1000 + word review...(black swan review. *cough* *cough*)

Cheers guys!

-James

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You Will Meet A Tall Dark Stranger Review


written for www.devildeeds.com

Reviewed by James Cheetham
jamescheetham.jcc@gmail.com

Being a Woody Allen film about love, life and relationships, You Will Meet A Tall Dark Strangerbegins just as you'd expect; with the black and white opening title credits, the jaunty music, and the inevitable narrator. After dire offerings such asCassandra's Dream, it is an opening that will put you in the mindset that this is Allen back to doing what he does best. Despite the fact that you may have an inclination of how the narrative will unfurl and the type of dilemmas the characters will encounter, you can't help but find yourself with that content smile plastered across your face in anticipation for the following Woody Allen frivolities.

Like past successes such as Hannah and Her Sisters and Vicky Christina Barcelona, You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger, handpicks a few characters, highlights their love life and zooms in on the day to day catastrophes that unwind amongst family members, careers and everyday home life.

Firstly we have the married couple of Alfie (Anthony Hopkins) and Helena (Gemma Jones), whose marriage is breaking down due to Alfie's mid-life crisis and his need to return to his younger fitter days. Their daughter, Sally (Naomi Watts), is also having marital issues with her hubby, Roy (Josh Brolin), a struggling writer who is putting off the idea of having kids and instead finds himself transfixed with the beauty in the red dress, Dia (Freida Pinto), who resides in the opposite building block.

As the narrative continues, further spanners in the works are introduced, mainly in the form of Sally's seductive art gallery boss, Greg (Antonia Banderas) and Alfie's new and much younger fiancé, Charmaine (Lucy Punch).

As the characters bump into each other and interact, the relationships twist and turn into an inevitable conclusion of disaster but Allen imbues this with his token dark humour that makes you laugh and cringe. You feel sympathy for the characters as things fall apart, but in equal measure feel as if they deserve all the mess they find themselves in due to their rather selfish wishes. We all want that perfect lifestyle of career and lover, and the reality is that not everyone will achieve that dream job while continuing a passionate and committed relationship.

The acting is passable, nothing particularly stand-out, other than the hilariously over-the-top performance from Lucy Punch, who drains as much comedy-gold chavness from Charmaine as possible. Naomi Watts is far from bad, but she does suffer from the problem of the occasional wooden line-delivery due to her faux British accent, an affliction seen with other actresses such as Natalie Portman in V for Vendetta.

Being no exception from many other Woody Allen films, ...Dark Stranger makes the setting of the film as much of the character as the people. Returning to the city of London after exploring it in other films such as Match Point, we are given a rather warm looking England with hues of orange, a colour sometimes out of place from the usual greys used to depict the city. But while ...Dark Stranger is less of a love-note to the city as seen in his love for New York in Manhattan or Annie Hall, it is nice to see London presented as a vibrant place, unlike the boiling pot of crime and hoodlums as it is usually seen as.

You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger concludes in the usual Woody Allen open-ended nature. Nothing is truly solved and the only character who is left somewhat content is that of Sally's mother Helena, the woman who gives the film its title in the first place due to her frequent visits to a psychic. Helena may be the furthest from a real sense of reality as she embroils herself in the worlds of fortune-telling and mysticism, but she ends up the happiest.

So maybe that's the moral of Woody Allen's tale; don't bog yourself down with the inevitable acceptance of reality and instead find a level of contentment in your own ridiculous illusions.

3/5

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Justin Bieber: Never Say Never 3D Review


Written for www.onthebox.com



Reviewed by James Cheetham

The Bieber epidemic that seems to have gripped the world as effectually as a medieval plague is everywhere, so it was inevitable that our mainstream cinema screens would not be spared their own bout of tween fever. Bombarding our screens in 3D, we can all join together and squeal in (attempts at) pre-pubescent joy as a larger-than-life version of Bieber looks out of the screen and points at us mid-song. It’s like being on stage with him! Joy! (*scoff*)

Putting that sarcastic scoff aside, the truth of the matter is that Never Say Never is not quite as laughable as the various naysayers will have expected it to be, and as the likelihood of cynics going within five miles of a screening are remarkably low, it should delight the screaming girl-children that flock to see it. However, any biopic of someone aged 16 is of course ridiculous and clearly serves only on£ purpo$e. But while this concert movie-slash-documentary goes some way towards explaining the phenomenon of Bieber Fever, we get nowhere nearer to understanding Bieber the boy.

The concert parts of the film will be as intoxicating for a Bieber fan as heroin was to Renton. They are slathered on to the big screen in sumptuous 3D and colour, displaying various performances with many special guest stars. The equally-nauseating Miley Cyrus makes an appearance, as does Usher in all his pop-locking glory and we are also treated to the croonings of Boyz II Men and Sean Kingston. The other parts are an amalgamation of home videos, YouTube clips and back-stage shenanigans.

One strange point that has to be made about NSN is that despite the fact that this is a film revolving around the life of Justin Bieber, not once do we actually have any sort of interview with the singer or the chance to delve into how he feels about the furore that surrounds him. It is a master class in how to promote while also protect a celebrity product; the audience watches 105 minutes of this film and feel as if they have somehow got to know the star, in reality we get nowhere near the personality of the lad. Instead we have countless interviews with the people that surround him; his mum, (who gives eye-rolling moments of pure Americana cheese), his grandparents and the touring management that all form the ‘functioning dysfunctional’ Bieber family.

One of the members of this awful crowd is the stylist; if the Oscars suddenly decided to add in ‘The Biggest Douche Bag’ category to their annual shindig, then he would be rightly stood at the podium accepting the award in a few weeks time. He seems to froth through a tirade of hideous yelps and impressions in some strange attempt to be ‘down’ with the Bieber and therefore the kids, and the worst thing is that Bieber seems to love the man. If that was me I’d be using my star power to invest in some cyanide.

2/5

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127 Hours Review





You know you've got a tough job ahead of you when the main nemesis in your film's plot is a piece of rock. So credit is massively due to director/writer Danny Boyle (Slumdog Millionaire/ Trainspotting), and actor James Franco (Pineapple Express/Spiderman). Both manage to concoct an intriguing and dramatic film behind and in front of the camera; based on the book by Aron Ralston, it revolves around his real life experience of becoming trapped in a canyon in the expansive mountainous plains of Utah.

127 Hours is an interesting film to witness, with the majority of the running time dedicated to James Franco's portrayal of self-proclaimed adrenaline junkie Aron Ralston and his time within the secluded and isolated world of the canyon prison. Although the narrative hits all the regular beats of appreciating family, making the most of your love life and never taking anything for granted, it approaches the themes in an entertainingly fun and unique way, giving us surrealistic flashbacks through Aron's life as dehydration sets in and hallucinations begin to border in on his psyche. In this sense you could argue that the film does not take place solely in this canyon but in the mind of Aron as he accepts the fact that death is imminent and his imagination begins to take over. Even Scooby-Doo makes a guest appearance.

As most of you will know, Ralston escapes eventually, at the tether of his sanity, his liberator being a cheap pen knife. This escape occurs during a sudden moment that pricks the screen violently; Ralston stabbing his arm after applying a tourniquet and continuing his self-mutilation by cracking the bones and finally hacking his forearm off (the limb that has caught him between the rock and the canyon wall). Aron stumbles out into the sunlight from his vacation in his personal hell, with the crack in the world that swallowed him up finally defeated. It is a triumphant moment that could have mistakenly been depicted as something miserably gloomy, with the protagonist having just chopped his own arm off. Instead it is just this, triumphant and liberating, Boyle not focusing upon the hideous nature of what is occurring. However, the process of the amputation is terrifically squeamish, the pain and the sound effects almost jittering the pain of his situation through into the audience's teeth as nerves are hit and blood is split.

James Franco took on a huge responsibility when taking on this role and he gives a knock out performance. If it wasn't for Colin Firth's outstanding performance in The King's Speech, Franco would be a high contender for Best Actor during this year's award season. He dives between moments of humour and scenes of tragedy, the tipping of a few drops of water turning into moments of teary horror. Franco's Ralston comes across in equal measures of annoying selfishness and loveable yet tragic hero. If it wasn't for his ego and obsession with becoming 'Aron Ralston, Hard Hero Man', he would have informed a relative of his whereabouts. Instead he has opted for the mirage of untethered adventurer, ignoring family and friends and going about things his way. It is a tough personality to depict whilst trying to keep the audience rooting for Ralston, and Franco balances his performance perfectly.

Like all of his past efforts, Boyle's film is further improved by a tremendous soundtrack, teaming up with Slumdog Millionaire's composer A.R.Rahman once again and offering us pounding music to accompany the opening scenes of the film and Aron's pursuit of adventure. Boyle's camera work is quirky and fun also, littering the film with split screen effects and surreal hallucinations of blurriness.

The films only quibble would be near the end of Ralston's time in the canyon and the sometimes rather cheesy scenes involving his family all collected together around a sofa watching him as a heavenly light washes them in a glow. Franco's earlier shadowed speeches into his video camera saying thank you and sorry to his family are far more moving and desperate than the hallucinations, and their work is somewhat undone when the helpless gloomy atmosphere the film has acquired is disrupted by these over the top images.

127 Hours, sometimes beautiful, other times harrowing, is a wonderfully unique film showcasing brilliant filmmaking and a stand out performance, completely justifying its position within this award seasons' handful of films.

4/5

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