Showing posts with label Ben Winshaw. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ben Winshaw. Show all posts

Friday, November 23, 2012

Movie Review: Cloud Atlas

Watch this film for the first time, and you'll know that you'll want to watch it again. The film is elemental: touching from the core of the abstracts of a great story, concept, creativity, substance and message to the crude essentials of film-making - great direction, an engaging cinematography, meaty script (adapted from a book by the same name by David Mitchell, who is also credited as the writer on the film) and a haunting soundtrack. Yes, this film is intoxicating.




The film tests one's patience as the gravity of the stories unfold, making the film an experience in itself. As the connections become clearer, one cannot help but anticipate the climax that's justly rewarding. Some may find the preaching getting heavier, and uncalled for, towards the end. But then, cinema is all about drama. And this drama is captivating, to say the least.

The stories are complex, brilliantly intertwined and yes, they demand and deserve your complete attention. Seven lifetimes and stories keep interchanging across time, asking you the question what truly lasts forever. If you're excited by alternate realities and parallel universes, then this film will entertain you to no end. Even if you see it as a linear story-telling, the message will find a way right into you. It is that simple, too. 




The stories are intense, with a stellar soundtrack to accompany it. I think this movie will win an Oscar in the Best Make-Up category. You just have to see Tom Hank's avatars to believe their brilliance and creative bent. Visually stunning (that is a given, considering the fact that these guys gave us the Matrix!) and remarkably compelling, the tone of the film is set to move you.

This is an adventure of film-making itself, with directors Lana and Andy Wachowski (the illuminating 'Matrix' film series) and Tom Tykwer ('Run Lola, Run' and the amazing 'Perfume: Story of a Murderer') and actors like Tom Hanks and Halle Berry, who prove that they were born for stuff made up of celluloid.




This is an expensive film, made on a budget of around $102 million. It is also an ambitious film: attempting to connect everything, six lifetimes with an ensemble of a superb cast that is creatively and challengingly recycled. The film is a must-watch for the dedicated performances of seasoned actors like Halle Berry, Tom Hanks, Hugh Grant (surprise, surprise), Hugo Weaving and Jim Broadbent. Even the new generation of actors like Jim Sturgess and Ben Winshaw (the actor shows us he's more than just "cute" - one is reminded of a younger Leonardo DiCaprio when the latter started out as an eye-candy in Titanic to being one of the most dedicated actors of our time) bring a lot of energy on the screen.




The film explores your heart, filling you with myriad emotions without a warning. To me, the film is a brilliant synergy-- a connection with sincere performances, adept storytelling and a scintillating soundtrack, that accompanies every emotion with élan and depth. It is truly a timeless masterpiece. Strange that mortal men, with all their faults and shortcomings, can come up with something so compellingly pure and inspiring.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Movie Review: Skyfall

I'm almost beginning to feel sorry for Daniel Craig's Bond. Seems like for his Bond, resurrection has become a loop he can't break free from. Casino Royale, besides being one of the best Bond films ever, also made us watch the immaculate British spy tendering his resignation as he romanced the love of his life in Venice.

As he is placed face to face with her betrayal, we see that James Bond has indeed become what he is renowned for: detachment as right as rain. And we hope that our beloved British spy never has to rise from these dark depths ever again.



But alas, Sam Mendes forces him down into oblivion, over a mistaken shot - completely authorized and abetted by if you please, by Judi Dench's M. Bond, as detached and calculative as he is, is not meant to "lose it all" as he even drowns with that mistaken bullet, with the full knowledge of M's insistence on it. If he does, then he wouldn't be the spy he is meant to be. For all we know, Bond could have been the next in line to the same metamorphosis a previous British agent (the villain Silva) had,  after being dejected in M's judgment. I am hoping this is what the director had in mind - telling us that this Bond has the streak of a hero in him. But I always believed Bond to be more than a hero or an anti-hero.

In GoldenEye, a Russian villain tries to kill Pierce Brosnan, and when the tables turn, he begs of him, "Please don't kill me. It's nothing personal. I am just a professional." Brosnan's Bond shoots him, and replies, "So am I."

Frankly, am tired of seeing him resurrect and find himself through shoddy scripts - I'd want to see his expertise of killing, judgment and action through a script that acknowledges the true potential of his character.

Skyfall, in another way, tries to mould Craig's Bond and not put his character to test really. We are bored of seeing his fundamentals being put to test again and again. Craig's Bond is three movies old; six years this man spends training preparing for his character and moves, and all that he gets in return is his faith in profession and M tested. Can't he simply have a plot where we see his professional excellence? Even that would be evolution of character.



The film is visually stunning and innovative in certain parts - but then, that's expected of a stage director. The film is brilliant in pieces, but one waits for the plot to unfold even till the interval. There's one plus point for Sam Mendes, as he does the impossible: something I never hoped I'd live to see in a Bond film- quoting Alfred Tennyson's poetry. This is the second surprise. The first one was when Martin Campbell's Bond was writing his resignation letter, being in love.

There are several cliches in the film, "There's a storm coming," and "That's how we got things done in the old days," said by Albert Finney, as he lays down a knife besides not so impressive display of guns. One is delighted to see him, but then the final face-off between Dench and Bardem lacks the chutzpah and Finney's addition to the cast seems bland. There are no scorching sarcasms, or witty dialogues between M and Bond - something every Bond fan looks forward to.

Ben Winshaw as the new QuarterMaster, has our attention, but he still has a lot to prove besides his perfectly gelled hair. His self professed love for codes is not really impressive in the film, as Silva continues to hack MI-6's secure system. Javier Bardem's villany is effective, yet lost towards the end. He simply doesn't seem the hacker type.

The Bond women are not too impacting. Bérénice Marlohe's character is in question entirely: was she really needed? Then, Naomie Harris - as a well toned field agent who messes the shot (literally) and throws Bond off the train and off his professional curve - is hard to imagine as Moneypenny.

It is sad to see M gone, but then one feels relieved for her too, for, if this is the way of the Bond now, still struggling to get a foothold, having relapses even after 3 films' old, then she deserves a break. So do we.