I really can’t believe that this is the end of the Skywalker saga but it is. It’s big on spectacle, even grander on heroics. Flipping and flopping reversals of fortune in search of a triumph of evil. This felt, more than the previous two in this trilogy, pitched at the young boy who has always been the focus of Star Wars. That said I still enjoyed it, and feel a certain sadness, and a twinge of nostalgia, for what’s come to an end. No doubt Disney will reinvent Skywalker and Star Wars in some way. Give it a couple of years and they may even reimagine the saga for a new audience. In the end it’s a fitting end to a stonking adventure.
A “zombie” film with a religious twists. It stretches the first person point of view to the point of be annoying. What are Google Glasses, in all but name, lead us on a journey through an end of days Jerusalem. The zombies here are demons rising from the underworld. But that’s pretty much all we know about them. It owes its existence as a film to The Blair Witch Project (1999), Cloverfield (2008), and the much much better Rec (2007).
There are so many startling things about this movie, not least that it was all shot on tape, with a domestic video camera. The only thing that bothers me is the final act. The whole army salvation thing feels like a poor choice. While I understand the basic idea of men with no hope descending into batshit crazy. I’ve never been convinced by the idea that trained soldiers would become that ill-disciplined. Trained soldiers respect the chain of command, and follow orders. It feels wrong. Following the orders of a crazy captain. That might’ve worked. But not the ill-discipline.
The best way to describe this is as a great example of a popcorn film. A bucket of popcorn, a few beers, and your set for a fun two hours. It delivers a cacophony of fast talking madness, hitched to a rollercoaster of ultra-violence, that revels in all kinds of neon coloured visual mayhem. All of the main characters are women, and all of the talent behind the scenes is too. If you wanted to be a tight arse you could say that all of these characters are portrayed as psychologically damaged in some way, but no more than any other comic book antihero. It does celebrate a kind of escape from the oppression of men that some men might be uncomfortable with, and logically try to dismiss, but it’s not a film that’s going to take up less space for anyone.
A pretty regular, well made, biopic of a young Allen Ginsberg. Ultimately this seems like an odd form for the kind of writers they all went on to be. But I suppose they weren’t those writers at this point in their lives. Did make me want to read Howl again.