"She'll be back!"
Sometimes low expectations can be a very good thing.
Oh, I remember quite enjoying this film when I saw it at the pictures, but I’m well aware that it’s somewhat unloved and, indeed, James Cameron is proposing to de-canonise it with his new Terminator film. How rude.
Thing is though... yes, the film may not be directed by an auteur, unlike its two predecessors, and it shows, but this is still a well made film with some superb Terminator action and a truly superb epic car chase scene. Arnie may be noticeably older, Claire Danes may be the only other cast member you’ve ever heard of, but this is an entertaining action movie that doesn’t outstay its welcome, always a virtue. Even the characterisation, while taking the back seat required for an action film, is subtle and effective. And Arnie gets his killer line while in the van with John and Kate, the line which I now remember had me collapsing with laughter when I first heard it.
But I was genuinely impressed by the script, with its downbeat ending leavened by hope and its thoughtful timey-wimeyness. The lack of Linda Hamilton is unfortunate, and the need to kill Sarah Connor of screen even more so, but there isn’t much else they could have done. This film is rather good and somewhat unfairly ignored. Who cares what James Cameron thinks? This is not fan fiction, it’s a proper Terminator film, and it deserves respect.
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Thursday, 19 October 2017
Thursday, 6 December 2012
Romeo + Juliet (1996)
“If love be rough with you, be
rough with love.”
I’ve always been in two minds
about Romeo and Juliet. On some days
I find it a genuinely affecting romantic drama. Trouble is, though, behind
Shakespeare’s wonderfully eloquent language lies a plot which tempts you to
take the piss; it’s such an uber-melodrama it half takes the piss out of
itself. And this is a young Shakespeare, closer to the blood and gore of Titus Andronicus than to his most
acclaimed tragedies; the play is certainly less reflective and philosophical
than his other more well-known plays, and much more about the set pieces.
All of which, of course, makes
this play gloriously cinematic, and an opportunity which Baz Luhrmann has
grabbed with both hands. This film is brilliantly set area city of “Verona
Beach”, an ultra-modern, sun-soaked urban sprawl plagued by gang warfare
between the Montagues and the Capulets. The potential anachronisms are wittily
handled: there is a police officer called “Captain Prince”, and both “sword”
and “longsword” are brands of gun, which is a stroke of genius. The narration,
of course, falls to a newsreader. As for the cast, Homeland’s very own Claire Danes is superb, Leonardo di Capio is
decent enough, and Miriam Margolyes is Miriam Margolyes. Basically, it rules.
There are even nice little in-jokes on the billboards for us Shakespeare geeks.
It’s great to see the imagination
on display for the set pieces- the initial Montague ? Capulet scrap happens,
with guns, in a petrol station, and it all feels uncannily like the climax to
an episode of The A-Team. We have the
gayest Mercutio ever, allusions to ecstasy (how very ‘90s), a hugely gay party
at the Capulets’ crib, and lots of colour and spectacle.
Even so, this is Romeo and Juliet, a play written about
two young lovers, disturbingly early on in their teens, who die tragically
because Romeo is pretty damn stupid. There’s lots and lots of Catholic imagery,
of course, and I’m reminded that Father Lawrence is a suspiciously positive
depiction of a Catholic priest for Elizabethan England, which reminds one of
the theories on Shakespeare’s supposed Catholicism. Be that as it may, it’s
weird to see Pete Postlethwaite doing an American accent.
It’s a brilliant depiction of the
play, right down to the closing titles happening to Radiohead’s Exit Music for a Film.
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