Friday 21 October 2011

'Oranges and Sunshine'Movie review:




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If ever there was a film that would have benefited from some ripped-from-the-headlines fervor, it is "Oranges and Sunshine," starring Emily Watson, Hugo Weaving and David Wenham.

This too-quiet, too-sluggish film tells the nearly unfathomable true story of roughly 130,000 British children, wards of the state in the '40s and '50s, who were told their parents had died and that "oranges and sunshine" awaited them in Australia. Instead, they were shipped Down Under to draconian orphanages where they suffered sexual abuse and were forced into labor. Decades later, Nottingham social worker Margaret Humphreys (Watson) uncovered and exposed all those dirty little secrets.

It's easy to understand why British director Jim Loach, son of eclectic director Ken ("The Wind That Shakes the Barley," "Looking for Eric"), would want to handle such compelling material carefully. But sometimes the facts can get in the way of the drama, and that's the central problem here. That sense of needing to be true to the record is reflected in an overwhelmed screenplay by Rona Munro, who wrote a 1994 docu-drama about another British miscarriage of justice, "Ladybird Ladybird," directed by the elder Loach.

Things get off to a confusing start with Margaret striding into the projects and removing a baby from a mother's arms. It happens that's just all in a day's work for her and has nothing to do with the forced migrations. If it was meant to give us context, to show that Margaret knows firsthand that sometimes a child must be removed from a home, it doesn't do the trick.

Next, we're dropped into a group-therapy session she apparently runs. Who the participants are or why they have gathered is never clear, except there is a woman who's found a lost brother in Australia who will eventually factor in. The real story begins to emerge only when Margaret is approached after work by one of those now-grown children seeking her help in finding her roots, although how she found Margaret and why she thinks she might help her is yet another loose end.

Before Margaret, and the movie, get to the heart of things, there are trips to the library, hours scouring records and scattered moments with her husband and kids to establish she has a family, and thus her growing obsession, one that will eventually extend over 20-plus years, will come at a cost.

The film finally begins to gain traction as Margaret decamps with increasing frequency to Australia to see if she can reconnect these damaged adults with their families back in England. As their stories begin to emerge, horrific and heartbreaking, as reunions are arranged, you can't help but be drawn in.

The push and pull of the film are both internal — from the deported — and external, from the various institutions unwilling to take responsibility for what happened. (It was only last year that the British prime minister issued a public apology; Australia's came in 2009.)

Things are somewhat helped by Hugo Weaving ("The Matrix," "Lord of the Rings" trilogy) and veteran Australian actor David Wenham ("Public Enemies," "Lord of the Rings"). As Jack and Len, two of the deported youngsters now grown, their stories and their personalities become an amalgam of all the taken. Wenham, as the irascible Len, especially helps take some of the saintly shine off Margaret.

There is a washed-out look about the movie that makes it seem as if the filmmakers have stumbled across some old footage in a warehouse, and that certainly adds to its overall sense of melancholy. Watson, perhaps never more memorable than as the tortured young wife in 1996's "Breaking the Waves," seems emotionally drained from the start as well. The few moments of drama and outrage she is allowed bring her to vibrant life. Watching those rare scenes, it's impossible not to wonder what sort of film this might have been had she and the others been given more license to feel.

Norman movies 2011 Review

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The Three Musketeers (2011)      Paranormal activity 3       Margin call movie 
 Martha Marcy May Marlene       Johnny English Reborn     'Oranges and Sunshine


"Norman" is one of those intimate indies that makes an excellent case for micro-economics in filmmaking, with director Jonathan Segal wringing every bit of emotional purity and ironic humor that he can out of this teen coming-of-age in a life surrounded by death story.

Dan Byrd, whose nice turn in "Easy A" last year began pushing him outside his "Cougar Town" comedy series comfort zone, stars as Norman, a complex kid with a lot of extra baggage piled on top of the normal high school angst.

Screenwriter Talton Wingate has given Norman a Job-like test. He's an underweight intellectual, so an automatic outsider in the high school hierarchy. His mom was killed not long ago in a car crash, one of those fateful accidents that makes him question everything even more. His dad (Richard Jenkins) is rapidly wasting away from stomach cancer. Norman's keeping the growing pile of problems to himself — who wants to be the kid whose mother died and whose father is dying? — so not surprisingly suicide is starting to have some appeal.

All of that trouble results in a life-changing lie when in a moment of frustration, Norman tells his best friend James (Billy Lush) that he has cancer. Stomach cancer specifically — after all, that's what he knows. In a flash he's found the key to, if not being popular exactly, at least being tolerated by all the school cliques, and the filmmakers have found a way to lighten up the story.

The silver lining to the building storm clouds in Norman's life is new classmate Emily (Emily VanCamp), a bit of blond sunshine. It comes as a complete shock to Norman that a girl, especially one as cute and smart as Emily, likes him. It also complicates his whole dying ruse, since he has suddenly found something worth living for. Whether the lie will be his saving grace or his undoing is what "Norman" spends most of its time trying to answer.

The themes are big ones for any film, large or small, to tackle. But the dialogue is smart, and Segal proves adept at keeping the film from slipping into the maudlin muck that, given all the various death scenarios, was certainly possible. For first-time screenwriter Wingate and Segal, in only his second feature (2004's "The Last Run), it's impressive work — they never overplay the pity card, opting for insight into the complexities of growing up instead.

The humor is sly and not overplayed either. Typical is the English class with Mr. Angelo (Adam Goldberg) trying to prod his bored students into parsing the difference between satire and irony, which is what the filmmakers are up to as well.

Byrd does an excellent job of keeping Norman's pain right underneath the surface as he tries to physically transform himself into the short-term cancer patient his father really is. VanCamp ("Revenge," "Brothers & Sisters") knows how to do appealing teen well, making the growing attraction between Norman and Emily feel authentic. Meanwhile, Jenkins is his usual excellent self, playing a dad both embracing death — it will end the pain and reunite him with his wife — and denying help.

It's all too much to ask of a teenager who doesn't even know how to drive, yet watching Norman learn how to manage a stick shift and life is definitely worth it.

Johnny English Reborn review



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The Three Musketeers (2011)      Paranormal activity 3       Margin call movie 
 Martha Marcy May Marlene       Johnny English Reborn     'Oranges and Sunshine


Like any international spy movie worth its salt, "Johnny English Reborn" boasts helicopter stunts, exotic locations, choreographed fighting and nifty gadgets. But because this is a comedy starring gifted British comic actor Rowan Atkinson, what's more memorable (and hilariously so) is the simplest form of decorum-puncturing mayhem: an adjustable office chair that won't stop adjusting during a meeting with the prime minister. Atkinson's agent acts as if nothing untoward is happening in a sequence that's entirely reminiscent of his forebear Peter Sellers staring at that ever-unrolling toilet paper in "The Party."

MI-7 agent English is the newer bumbler in Atkinson's canon, after rubbery Everyman Mr. Bean, last seen in the 2007 comedy "Mr. Bean's Holiday." Good-natured Bean's speechless, innocent shenanigans may be more classically iconic, but English — introduced in the 2003 worldwide hit "Johnny English" — gives Atkinson a chance to add to his prodigious slapstick abilities a well-honed gift (seen to best effect on the BBC sitcom "Black Adder") for hundred-yard-stare arrogance and a withering baritone.

The gangly performer can combine the two in the subtlest of ways for brilliant effect, and it's often the saving grace in what is an otherwise routine vehicle for Atkinson's talents. So while a Tibetan mountain prologue setting up English's long exile from Her Majesty's Secret Service spits out the requisite kung fu training gags, it's watching the actor's stoic mug develop a twitchy eye — sparked by anyone referring to the failed mission that ruined his reputation — that brings the most delicately silly comic pleasure.

Elsewhere, writer Hamish McColl' and director Oliver Parker attempt to update spoof elements to reflect recent trends in spy movies, namely the parkour action of "Casino Royale" and the "Bourne" movies: faced with a roof-hopping, wall-scaling villain, English casually takes the elevator. Then there's the real-life privatization of government, which leads to one of the better jokes, that MI-7 is now "Toshiba British Intelligence."

The story, though, is a hodgepodge of espionage flick tropes. Coming in from the cold, English and an eager young sidekick (Daniel Kaluuya) are tasked by the chief (Gillian Anderson) to uncover an assassination ring plotting to take out the Chinese premier. Along the way our hero feels the competition from a smooth-talking, hot-shot agent (Dominic West); develops a fondness for a fetching behavioral psychologist (Rosamund Pike); and has disastrous run-ins with an elderly assassin whose weapon is a tricked-out vacuum cleaner.

But all that matters with efforts like this is whether the cookie-cutter plotting serves up enough situations for Atkinson to contort himself into and out of jams. After all, are the narratives what you remember from the "Pink Panther" movies? Or the silly things, like that Clouseau could so easily get his finger caught in a spinning globe?

martha marcy may marlene film review

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"Martha Marcy May Marlene," with a frightfully fearless Elizabeth Olsen playing all of those Ms, is a difficult title that perfectly suits this wonderfully difficult film. It'd be easy enough to say this is a drama about the destructive power of cults on youth, which it is, but really what writer-director Sean Durkin has given us is an existential thriller about identity and just how tenuous a grasp we have on who we really are.

Already a hit on the festival circuit, "Martha Marcy May Marlene" is also a coming-out party of sorts — an impressive first feature for Durkin and a potent debut for its star, still best known as the Olsen twins' younger sister. This performance, which has rightly put Elizabeth Olsen in the awards season game, should go a long way toward changing all that, with the actress' mix of edgy confidence and raw vulnerability suggesting a wealth of possibilities.

The story itself spins around a backcountry cult in upstate New York that looks organically ideal, preaching sustainable farming and a sense of family to its small collective of aimless teens. The place is run by Patrick, a guitar-picking Svengali in work-worn jeans, with John Hawkes bringing a different, even more frightening chill than he did to Teardrop in "Winter's Bone." Drawing the runaway Martha into the fold is a slow seduction that evolves with remarkable, yet unremarkable, ease — the need and desperation playing around her eyes. "You look like a Marcy May," he tells her with a smile and an appraising eye, which may rank as one of the most sinister pick-up lines ever.

Durkin begins at the end, in a sense, opening with a fully inculcated Marcy May making a run for the woods that edge the farm like a prettified prison fence. A frantic phone call to her long estranged sister Lucy (Sarah Paulson) sets in motion her escape from Patrick's grasp. But walking away is only the first step. The real struggles come as she tries to shed the damage of the cult and reclaim Martha, the girl she was, the girl who knew how to function in the real world.

That struggle will define the rest of the film, with the fragments of her years on the farm and the physical and emotional toll it exacted surfacing to fill in the blanks. Sometimes, those scenes are triggered by dreams, but more often the flashbacks grow out of random sounds that Durkin uses to evocative effect. A skittering pebble, a footfall, tree leaves kicked up on a windy night throw us back into Marcy May's life in the cult. You start to tense, like Martha, at the slightest noise. All of which serves only to unsettle her family, which has no idea what Martha's been through — what she, and it, are really dealing with.

Though there is a lot of subtlety in the way things unfold, there is a directness to Durkin's dialogue that is as refreshing as it is jarring. And rather than using a lot of the "therapy speak" that finds its way into so many films about emotional issues, he instead lets frustration boil over into "What's wrong with you?" recriminations, which feel stark but true.

As is the case in most families, Martha's problems are not merely her own. In the time Martha's been gone, Lucy has married Ted (Hugh Dancy), a successful architect; their still new relationship is strained by Martha's increasingly bizarre behavior. Paulson is particularly good as Martha's guilt-ridden older sister, trying to make up for trading their troubled family life for college and leaving Martha behind. The ways in which the sisters skirmish — Lucy torn between love and impatience, Martha between gratitude and resentment — are exceptional for their understatement.

Dancy is likable as Ted, going from accepting big brotherliness to an angry pragmatism, but he's not as good, or as challenged, as he has been dying opposite Laura Linney on this season of Showtime's "The Big C."

It is Olsen's willingness to expose all of Martha's scars — some physically brutal, others as painful for their emotional humiliation — that carries the day in both worlds. Neither the filmmaker nor the actress holds anything back; whether she's stripping naked to dive into the lake at her sister's or crawling into Patrick's bed on the farm, Olsen infuses the moments with the unease of a conflicted soul.

Life at her sister's is defined by the sleek, minimalist lake house that is literally and metaphorically miles from the cult. Director of photography Jody Lee Lipes, who shot another provocative recent indie hit, "Tiny Furniture," gives the look of the film an intriguing sense of irony. The lake house — the safe house — is colder, relying on the humans inside for warmth, while the sprawling farm has a weathered, rambling beauty that belies the rigid rules and the wrongs that take place inside.

As Martha's memories surface, a portrait of the cult begins to emerge, its insidious side creeping up on you, as it would a new recruit. The increasingly twisted counterculture philosophy that Patrick delivers so smoothly, the peer pressure of the community that brooks no dissent, helps you understand how the broken can be sucked in. Hawkes is absolutely mesmerizing to watch as an evil Messiah, his flock gathered at his feet as he picks at an old guitar, with Louisa Krause ("Taking Woodstock") a standout as Zoe, Patrick's favorite before Marcy May came along.

The filmmaker sometimes stumbles as Martha tries to navigate normal — the cult side of her story is the more seductive. Yet like life itself, "Martha Marcy May Marlene" is a film of rough edges and no easy answers, nearly perfect in its imperfection.

Margin call movie review

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The Three Musketeers (2011)      Paranormal activity 3       Margin call movie 
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"Margin Call" takes ripped-from-the-headlines events and dramatizes them for all they're worth. Which turns out to be quite a lot.

Starring a top cast including Kevin Spacey, Jeremy Irons, Stanley Tucci and Paul Bettany, "Margin Call" returns us to where previous films, including the Oscar-winning documentary "Inside Job" and the HBO drama "Too Big to Fail," have gone before: the opening days of 2008's global financial crisis. But this time, it's different.

It's different because this confident, crisply made piece of work does an expert job of bringing us inside the inner sanctum of a top Wall Street investment bank in extremis, giving us a convincing and coolly dramatic portrait of what it must have been like when titans trembled.

That sharp sense of authenticity was honestly earned, courtesy of the experience of writer-director J.C. Chandor's father, who was an executive for Merrill Lynch for close to 40 years. That familiarity enabled his son to write clipped, to-the-point dialogue that sounds like talk the way it is talked when doors are closed and reporters are far away.

It was Chandor's script, filled with tart exchanges and involving situations that explore unexpected areas of corporate psychology and human behavior, that attracted that high-powered cast, which also includes "The Mentalist's" Simon Baker, Zachary Quinto (Spock in "Star Trek") and Demi Moore.

Chandor's work as a director maximizes the impact of his actors. Though "Margin Call" is his first dramatic feature, he's had 15 years of experience in commercials and documentaries. That's enough for him to know precisely how he wanted his script to be played, and that is quietly.

"Margin Call" is effective because its vivid dialogue is delivered with a restraint that never pushes too hard. This is playing hardball without raising your voice, evenly saying, "I don't think that would be a good idea," instead of losing your grip. It's as if each character is a well-dressed coiled spring, kept from exploding only by the tensile strength of fashionable suspenders.

Shot by Frank DeMarco and set almost entirely in the unnamed firm's shadowy office high in a Manhattan spire, "Margin Call's" sense of brooding tension comes from its confined space, from the gloom of events taking place during the wee hours of a long night of the soul, and from an effective score by Nathan Larson.

The film's title comes from a stock market term referring to a demand for money when something bought with borrowed funds has ruinously decreased in value, which pretty much describes the crux of the situation the firm finds itself in. "Margin Call" has a fondness for business jargon in its dialogue, but even if the specific financial details being discussed are sometimes unclear, the thrust of events is never in doubt.

"Margin Call" opens as a team from human resources is arriving to terminate 80% of the employees on the floor. Everyone in the firm thinks — erroneously, as it turns out — that this will be the worst part of their day.

Among those let go is Eric Dale (Tucci), unceremoniously ousted from his position as a risk analyst. As he is being escorted to the elevator, Dale hands a flash drive to his assistant Peter Sullivan, tells him to look at the material and, as the doors close, simply says, "Be careful."

Be careful indeed. Effectively played by Quinto (who is also one of the film's producers), Sullivan stays late to consider the data, and once he looks it over quickly realizes what the warning was about: The firm is so over-committed to risky loans that it pretty much owes more money than it's worth.

That heart of "Margin Call" is watching what happens as that ruinous information works its way up the corporate food chain in the dead of night, first to Will Emerson (a cool Bettany) and then to his boss Sam Rogers (Spacey, doing some of his best work), the head of the trading team who is fiercely loyal to the firm's 107-year-old tradition.

Finally, Chief Executive John Tuld gets involved. Gorgeously played by Irons, this is a man who marries genuine personal charm ("Speak to me as you might a small child," he tells a worried Sullivan) with complete and unhesitating ruthlessness.

Together, these men must decide how the firm will respond to looming disaster, how far they will go and at what cost to the very institution they are trying to save. All kinds of factors come into play, from the moral to the mercenary, and even if you think you know all there is to know about how Wall Street plays its games, "Margin Call" will open your eyes.

paranormal activity 3 review

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With Lauren Bittner, Katie Featherston. Prequel to the horror series of a possessed young woman and her family. Directors: Henry Joost, Ariel Schulman (1:24). R: Language, sexuality. At area theaters.

A few really weird things happen during "Paranormal Activity 3," though unfortunately, they have nothing to do with being frightened.

First, this latest entry in the popular "found-footage" horror series makes a decision early on to reduce Katie Featherston — who was memorably pursued, and then possessed, by a demon in the 2009 and 2010 "Paranormal" editions — to a cameo.

Has Katie grown bored with being "the evil chick" in these homegrown creepouts? Perhaps a subsequent film will reveal the truth. For now, her presence is missed.

Additionally, and more alarmingly, with this film the "Paranormal" flicks succumb to self-parody, though it wasn't a far fall. Still, when audience members are hollering for a video-obsessed guy to "put the camera down!" as he's running around a house, perhaps it's time to rethink the gimmick.

Here, the most photographed family on record — sorry, Kardashians — are shown in September 1988, when the California home of grade-school age Katie (Chloe Cserngey), her sister Kristi (Jessica Tyler Brown) and their mom, Julie (Lauren Bittner), first comes under siege from things that go bump in front of the lens.

Julie's new husband, Daniel (Brian Boland), is the first to notice that doors slam and things clunk whenever the girls talk to their imaginary friend "Tobey."

We never see Tobey, but Kristie says he's tall — apparently, tall enough to bump into hanging lights — and at one point, some dust falls onto his shape, revealing an ethereal stovepipe hat. Did the kid mean "Abe," as in Lincoln?

Anyway, Dennis sets up cameras everywhere, as people tend to do in these movies, with his big innovation being a rotating camera jerry-rigged to an oscillating fan, so we keep moving left, right and left again. When directors Henry Joost and Ariel Schulman use that view, it's as if the whole word is saying "no."

Which maybe Joost and Schulman ("Catfish") ought to have said, too.

There are only so many times bodies can be dragged out of frame and tables levitated before the biggest scare of all is the threat of tedium. There's backstory to how Tobey is summoned to the girls' house — let’s just say

Grandma has some 'splaining to do — but most of the scares come via idiots popping their heads into frame and saying "Got ya, Dennis!"

The sense of dread that permeated the first "Paranormal Activity" — with its head-spinning moment of cloven footprints appearing, thanks to a pile of baking soda — is gone. Now the payoffs are minimal; once, a grossout is delivered thanks to, no kidding, a youngster's loose tooth.

Yet the most excruciating wait is for the return of Featherston, whose presence, it turns out, is crucial to the franchise. Her brief appearance sets off our alarm bells (she was a crib-threatening possessee last time out), and it's a hoot to see her arch an eyebrow and revel in her power as the face of the "Paranormal" world.

Movie review: The Three Musketeers (2011)

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 Martha Marcy May Marlene       Johnny English Reborn     'Oranges and Sunshine


 
Was it necessary to have director Paul W.S. Anderson (Resident Evil franchise) direct yet another version of The Three Musketeers?  Certainly not.  Is it a tolerable 110 minutes?  Yeah.  Barely.  At least it's light and fluffy.




The story is the same as young D’Artagnan (Logan Lerman) ventures over to Paris to try to join up with the famous musketeers, a.k.a the king’s royal guard.  What he finds upon his arrival is that the musketeers are broken up and the sinister Cardinal (Christoph Waltz) along with his personal guard is now calling the shots in France.  As the cunning Cardinal continues to undermine the insecure and oblivious wet-behind-the-ears King Louis XIII (a charismatic Freddie Fox) – via his secret pact with the Duke of Buckingham (Orlando Bloom) - D’Artagnan runs across the heralded drunk leaders of the musketeers in Porthos (Ray Stevenson), Aramis (Luke Evans), and Athos (Matthew Macfayden); and together they begin to disrupt the agenda that is being set in motion to usurp the throne of France.
Basically, this emulates similar screenplays we’ve see in previous cinematic installments save for two things: a re-insertion of another pertinent character from the literary source in the seductive double-agent, Milady de Winter (Milla Jovovich); and a climatic action sequence that can only be described as an intense Pirate of the Caribbean ship battle…in the air.  Other than those two items, the flick essentially sticks to the source material regarding the broad strokes and dialogue from Alexandre Dumas, but tweaks a few character personas ever so slightly.
For avid moviegoers, picture this flick as the above mentioned Pirates of the Caribbean franchise blending with the most recent Sherlock Holmes version (mainly due to Jovovich's character).  Even the tone of the musical score is a rip-off from those two movies.  What all of that translates to be is a modern action/adventure piece with some studio money to spend.  And when factoring in the glossed over characters and movie mechanic execution, this is more-or-less a human version of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle films from the 90s.
But as stated, they do spend some cash on this sucker.  Monster set pieces create an escapism world for all the sword-fighting and flying airships to play in.  The costuming and portrayal by each of the performers finds the correct pitch for this period-piece.  Issue that arises is that there’s no flow to any of this script.  Sure it’s eye-catching with decent cinematography and the action can be amusing.  But it comes across as a heartless & thoughtless effort outside of these said action sequences.  If that’s what you’re looking for, then have at it.  Just know that you’ll be watching the worst adaptation of the treasured Musketeers story.  Or sticking with the comparison approach, this is the Wild, Wild, West of action/adventure movies that encompass a light, playful atmosphere.  And that’s not a comparison one would want.
Overall, this version of The Three Musketeers is given a little dose of life thanks to the elaborate action sequences sprinkled throughout.  Really the best opinion yours truly could give anyone is that this is a generic Pirates of the Caribbean knock-off through-n-through; with a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants style of execution.  It’s going to work for some, but will clearly not work for all.