THE ROOM NEXT DOOR** - BFI London Film Festival 2024 - Day 11

The anticipation of iconic writer-director Almodovar's first ever English language film starring two exceptional talented actresses in Tilda Swinton and Julianne Moore was high. I am sad to report that while the film is handsomely produced and surface-glossy, it lacks any real depth. And without any crunchiness in the writing the actresses have little to do but be .... nice.  The result is a rather vanilla, unbrave film that skirts over the profound issue that it is tackling.

The film is based on a Spanish book and I wonder if the source material has more conflict within it.  In Almodovar's version all the big questions have been decided and all debate is shut down.  Tilda Swinton plays a war correspondent called Martha who has incurable cancer and decides to commit suicide.  She procures a tablet on the dark web and asks her friend Ingrid (Julianne Moore) to be in the room next door when she dies. That's it. That's the plot. (Although it's padded out with unnecessary flashbacks to her ex-partner's death). 

The decision has been made and Martha will not allow Ingrid to try and persuade her out of it.  And we are not going to see any of the unpleasantness and pain of actually killing yourself in this way. Don't get me wrong - I am in favour of euthanasia - but this film situates it in a beautifully designed house with a beautiful woman in a beautiful outfit lying on a deckchair in a beautiful garden with elegant pink snow failing. I find that rather disingenuous.

The real problem with this highly stylised depiction of the friendship and the decision is that there is no conflict and no depth to the conversations between the two friends, other than maybe a discussion about career vs motherhood that never really convinced me. Compare and contrast with Swinton's own discourse on this subject in WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT KEVIN.  People have praised the performance - heck this film won the Golden Lion at Venice - but I really struggled to see what the fuss about.

I would suggest that if you are actually interested in this topic that you watch documentarian Ondi Timoner's desperately moving film LAST FLIGHT HOME.

THE ROOM NEXT DOOR has a running time of 110 minutes. It played Venice, Toronto and London 2024. It goes on release in the UK on October 25th and in the USA on December 20th.

NICKEL BOYS*** - BFI London Film Festival 2024 - Day 11

It is hard to believe that NICKEL BOYS is  the debut feature film from director RaMell Ross given its technical audacity and accomplishment. That Ross' major technical choice did not work for me is a shame but does not detract from the fact that we are witnessing a powerful and impressive new directorial voice. I understood the reasoning behind his decision and admire its bravery.  I will watch whatever he does next with interest.

The film is based on a deceptively short but searing novel by Colson Whitehead.  I read it on a flight from Munich to London and was deeply affected by it. It tells the fictionalised story of a brutal reform school in Florida where the black boys inside are abused, exploited and many of the murdered.  We see its horrors through the eyes of Elwood, an intelligent young man set for higher education whose path is diverted by being in the wrong place at the wrong time.  He scrupulously documents the abuses at the school and hopes to expose them, much to the horror of his best friend Turner, who is far more cynical and world-weary.  Decades later, the murders at the school are exposed and Elwood can finally give his testimony.

RaMell Ross begins his film with half an hour of context that shows the world in which the Nickel Academy exists.  Elwood is being raised by his beloved Nana (Aunjanue Ellis-Taylor in the standout performance of the film).  He benefits from a kind and politically active teacher who encourages him to study. Ross chooses to tell the story by showing Elwood point of view.  As a result, his face is withheld for quite some time.  In a bravura shot, we see Elwood reflected in the back and forth of his Nana's iron.  

We then transfer to the Academy, run by the corrupt Spencer (Hamish Linklater - THE BIG SHORT) and our POVs increase to include that of Elwood's friend Turner. So at least we can see the boys in each other's points of view. I understand why RaMell Ross chooses the immediacy of this style, especially considering the plot reveal in the contemporary timeline. But it distanced me from the subject matter and the characters. It brought me out of the film rather than immersing me in it.  I also think that it maybe wasn't executed as well as it could have been done, balancing the hand-held constant motion with the needs of the viewer. I felt like I had motion sickness at the end of the film.

That said, I still think this is a film to be admired. Unfortunately the POV style gives the actors little to do, but Aunjanue Ellis-Taylor gives a deeply affecting performance.  The sound design and score are superb. And the final epilogue that gives us a montage of artefacts and revelations is stunning.  When the film ended and the credits rolled you could feel the shock and silence of the audience as they struggled to digest what they had witnessed. It was powerful stuff.

NICKEL BOYS has a running time of 140 minutes and is rated PG-13. It played Telluride and London 2024. It goes on limited release in New York on Dec 13th and in LA on Dec 20th and in the UK on January 3rd 2025.

MARIA***** - BFI London Film Festival 2024 - Day 10

Pablo Larrain's MARIA is a stunning film about iconic opera singer Maria Callas featuring a central performance by Angelina Jolie of such fragility and bravery that it destroyed me. It's a cinematic achievement at least on par with Larrain's Jackie Kennedy biopic, and arguably surpasses it. Every aspect is perfection.

The film focuses on the final week of Callas' life, sequestered in a grand Parisian apartment with her faithful housekeeper and butler (Alba Rohrwacher - HUNGRY HEARTS and Pierfrancesco Favino - WORLD WAR Z). Callas is dying of liver failure, ligament failure and is addicted to a variety of drugs.  Illness, dramatic weight loss, over-singing in her youth - whatever the reason - her voice has also failed her.  Publicly she claims that she will never perform again, but she is secretly rehearsing, with pitiful results. Added to the loss of her voice, we also know that she is suffering from heartbreak. Her big sister (Valerie Golina - PORTRAIT OF A LADY ON FIRE - in a deeply moving cameo) tells Maria to look forward but this entire film is of a woman trapped in her past.  Her mother pimped her out as a singer in Nazi occupied Athens and maybe more. Her first husband robbed her blind (though this is not shown here).  Her beloved Aristotle Onassis (Haluk Bilginer - The Turkish Detective) stopped her from singing, maybe made her have a forced abortion, and then left her for Jackie Kennedy.  Only her paid employees show her any love or concern for her health.

Robbed of love and health and finally her voice, Maria retreats into a drug-induced journey through her past.  Her drug Mandrax is personified by Kodi Smit-McPhee (Disclaimer) as a young interviewer. As befits a woman who has been a public persona her entire life, Maria chooses what to withhold, and what narrative to spin. She is deliberately enigmatic and mysterious. But this is a kind of defence mechanism and an act of desperation, and her spin is unsuccessful, not least in the way she discusses her maybe pregnancy.

Angelina Jolie is magnificent and fearless in this role.  Her final aria sung in a nightdress to an empty apartment (and a crowd outside, unknown to her) had me in tears. We believe in every ounce of lifelong heartbreak.  She is a diva and she is desperate. She is vulnerable and commanding all at once. Kudos to the technical team who found a way to blend Jolie's own singing with Callas' iconic recordings, particularly in her final week, where her voice is unsteady and uneven. I always believed that Angelina was singing, and this is no mean feat. We see her lips and vocal chords and body tremble and convey emotion.  It absolutely makes the film credible and moving.

Kudos also to cinematographer Ed Lachman (CAROL) for so beautifully capturing sunlit 1970s Paris, but also the crisp black and white flashbacks to Callas at her peak, and the grainy dreamed interviews with Mandrax.  This is a film whose technical brilliance is completely at the service of the narrative. And what a narrative.  Steven Knight - of Peaky Blinders fame - creates a script that in a short time gives us a lifetime of pain and hurt. And that uses music, always Callas' own music - to express her feelings and propel the narrative. For those of us who know these aria by heart, the lyrics, the knowledge of Callas' life, and Jolie's performance, blend into something transcendent.  

My only question is whether the film will work as well for those not familiar with Callas' work, given Pablo Larrain's refusal to give subtitles and translations of the opera. He explained before the screening that he tried to avoid surtitles when watching opera as a child and wanted to relate purely to the performance. I kind of agree, but feel this may be a barrier to some audience members.

MARIA has a running time of 124 minutes and is rated R. It played Venice and London 2024. It will have a limited theatrical release on November 27th and then will be released on Netflix on December 11th.

QUEER** - BFI London Film Festival 2024 - Day 10

This is a long film for little plot or interiority.  It proceeds as follows:  ageing disheveled junkie called Lee hooks up with younger man called Eugene who may or may not actually be queer in 1950s Mexico.  They travel to a tropical jungle to take ayahuasca, have a trippy experience, then part. Decades later the older guy is apparently still in love with the boy. And even this overdoes the level of narrative propulsion which is basically nil. I never felt as though I had a handle on whether Lee was actually in love or in lust until the final five minutes of the film. I didn't feel invested in the relationship or the intricacies of whether Lee was a trick or a love interest for Eugene.  There's a limit to how far you can watch Daniel Craig drink tequila in a linen suit.

Still, there are a few redeeming features to this film.  The needle drops featuring Nirvana and Prince are anachronistic but effective.  There's a wonderfully unexpected and bonkers and against type cameo from Lesley Manville (Disclaimer).  Director Luca Guadagnino and his leads, Daniel Craig and Drew Starkey, are admirably brave in depicting gay sex. And as I said before, the final five minutes were genuinely moving. But boy there was a lot of self-indulgent, handsomely produced, but utterly dull chaff to wade through to get to the grain.

QUEER has a running time of 135 minutes. It played Venice, Toronto and London 2024. It goes on release in the USA on November 27th and in the UK on December 13th.

WE LIVE IN TIME* - BFI London Film Festival 2024 - Day 10

WE LIVE IN TIME is a sub-Richard Curtis attempt at a tragicomic romance from director John Crowley (BROOKLYN) and writer Nick Payne (A SENSE OF AN ENDING). The film is so mannered and meet-cute and interior designed to within an inch of its life that I was utterly alienated from it. Its utter lack of authenticity robbed me of emotional engagement with what should’ve been a deeply emotional film.

Andrew Garfield (THE EYES OF TAMMY FAYE) gurns his way through the film as the nerdy and conventional Tobias (oh yes!) who is run over by the 2024 version of a Manic Pixie Dream Girl played by Florence Pugh (DUNE: PART TWO).  Pugh’s Almut Bruehl (oh yes!) is a cool, unconventional, highly competitive, bisexual hipster chef. They fall in love, break up over whether to have children, she gets cancer, they have a kid, she gets cancer again, wins a cooking competition and dies.  That’s literally it.  

There’s no emotional growth or even emotional tension beyond a small spat at the start when the man asks the woman if she wants kids.  The excruciatingly embarrassing and improbable meet-cute is trumped by an even more excruciating and improbable birth-cute?  Worst of all, there’s no dramatic tension because the film has a non-linear structure.  

What a waste of a fine actress.

WE LIVE IN TIME is rated R and has a running time of 107 minutes. It played Toronto and London 2024. It was released in the USA on October 11th and will be released in the UK on Jan 1st 2025.

THE APPRENTICE***** - BFI London Film Festival 2024 - Day 9

Roy Cohn was one of the most toxic and pervasive influences on America in the past century. The irony was that the morally corrupt lawyer was also a closeted gay man, supporting the Reagan administration in its anti-AIDS policies as he himself was dying of AIDS. He is such a notorious and influential figure that he was portrayed by Al Pacino in the HBO adaptation of Angels In America. That was a performance so strong and so well-written that I can quote lines to this day.  But in this new film, Jeremy Strong (Succession) has surpassed it.

Jeremy Strong's Roy Cohn is a despicable man. Racist, homophobic (ironically) and a capitalist red in tooth and claw.  His patriotism lies in an any means necessary preservation of right-wing governance. His legal practice relies on blackmail and intimidation. Strong plays him as a wiry deeply-tanned man of unflinching self-confidence.  But he also plays him as a man who loves and is loyal, and who throws that love and all of its protection on the awkward star-struck suburban hick Donald J Trump.

In this film we see Roy take Trump under his wing, blackmail away his Federal lawsuit on racially discriminatory leasing and achieve a massive City tax abatement for Trump's first large Manhattan development deal. Roy teaches him to always attack, to create his own truth, and to never ever concede defeat. He also teaches him to dress expensively - in those awful boxy dark navy Brioni suits - in order to wash the suburban cheapness off of him. 

Why does he do this? The film implies that maybe there was sexual attraction at first. It's hard to imagine the obese tangerine hairball as attractive but he was young once. But soon the relationship has become far more paternal. Cohn recognise that Fred Trump is a toxic bully - driving one son to alcoholism and the other to a kind of macho posturing as self-protection.  

This makes it all the more heartbreaking when a now superficially successful Trump, at the height of his 80s pomp, turns his back on a now very sick Cohn.  It's testament to Strong's performance that despite the fact that I despise the real life man, I felt desperately sorry for him in his final scene. He looks both proud of his monstrous creation and heartbroken that he has been disavowed. 

And what of Sebastian Stan's young Trump? This is an equally masterful performance. When we first meet him he is gauche and uncertain and obsequious.  By the end of the film he is inflated in ego and stomach alike, impotent thanks to amphetamines, balding and intimidated by his wife. But he has absolutely absorbed Cohn's lessons and become the author of his own mythos. He has adopted the pursed lips and scornful eyes and hand gestures synonymous with the Trump that we know today. And yet Stan never becomes a caricature.  

As Cohn is buried, the one-way love story of Roy for Donald is over, and the one-way love story of Trump for Trump has begun. He is having the fat sucked out his body - a symbol if ever there was one of excessive bile and obscene gorging on the carcass of America. 

Kudos to director Ali Abbasi (HOLY SPIDER) and writer Gabriel Sherman (INDEPENDENCE DAY: RESURGENCE) for having the guts to tackle this project, even at the risk of making Trump seem sympathetic at the start and Cohn seem sympathetic at the end. I am particularly impressed that they had the guts to include a scene where Trump, his ego insulted, rapes Ivana.  This is something she alleged in her divorce proceedings and which he accused her of cooking up. The motivation for it seems utterly in keeping with what we know about his narcissism. The scene made me consider the role of the actress Maria Bakalova in the fever dream that has been MAGA America - acting the part of a rape victim in this account of Trump's life, and then being treated as a sexual favour by the real life Rudy Giuliani in BORAT SUBSEQUENT MOVIEFILM.  

But if the courage of all involved in this film is to be praised, then we must also condemn the gutless moral midgetry of every self-avowed liberal Hollywood distributor and streaming service that didn't have the balls to take this movie on in the face of Trump's bulshit legal threats. 

THE APPRENTICE has a running time of 120 minutes. It played Cannes, Telluride and London 2024. It opened in the USA on October 11th and in the UK on October 18th.