The Mummy (1999), Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit, The Land Before Time

We were way too high to be around people and worst of all the people there were all waiting for it to kick in but it wouldn't, so we became not only these freak clown things but also the thieves who stole everyone else's good time and didn't know what to do with it except… Continue reading The Mummy (1999), Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit, The Land Before Time

The sun that never sets: the beige fin de siècle of Vanilla Sky

'Vanilla sky' might as well work as a label for the turn of the millennium adult oriented entertainment of which Vanilla Sky is very much a part, and on which Vanilla Sky also seemingly comments (its offensively inoffensive visual, its retrograde approach to form and thematics). The insipid homespun (Hollywood) take on approved European festival import is most plain… Continue reading The sun that never sets: the beige fin de siècle of Vanilla Sky

Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle and storytelling in the ruptured now

By eliminating the question of 'how' when providing the audience with an image, Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle exists in permanent shorthand, caricaturing the borderless access that narrative agents are given within the genre, to appear outside the confines of narrative sense (cause and effect), to exist outside of time and space. McG plays these contextless but irrefutable… Continue reading Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle and storytelling in the ruptured now

Saulnier lets go in Hold the Dark

What in its opening stretch seems like an insular, anti-naturalistic approach to dialogue and line-delivery (having Hold the Dark make sense only within Hold the Dark) soon reveals itself as artistic crudeness, something thwarted on the way to enigma. Its hand is faux-terse, anxious- the film struggles a great deal in and around its grim surface, and while… Continue reading Saulnier lets go in Hold the Dark

Frozen in time, the sun starts to set: the breezy fin de siècle of The Spy Who Shagged Me

Austin Powers as a disposable gag (making ludicrous the insidious 'charm' of golden era Bond) inadvertently entered the pop cultural landscape of 1997 appearing to channel as much as deride the 'new dawn' of British optimism. What Myers thought was safely of the past was in reality being grasped for by a fervent now-time ready… Continue reading Frozen in time, the sun starts to set: the breezy fin de siècle of The Spy Who Shagged Me

Affection, dysfunctional power, and breaking the cycle of violence in Return of the Jedi

A freak show, and then a shitshow, Return of the Jedi is unstable and proud of it. It is easy to see a kind of stoned sacrilege throughout the film as it breaks imaginary promises with its audience and indulges the series' worst impulses, but in spite of this it feels delirious instead of strictly contrary. The sincerity of its craft is in that it desperately wants to give everything it can- revelations, closure, but also new images, new avenues- and so it blunders and drags through its competing desire to move and entertain.