Showing posts with label Jared Leto. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jared Leto. Show all posts

Sunday, 5 April 2026

Blade Runner 2049 (2017)

 "And blood-black nothingness begins to spin.,,"

Some films are entertainment. Some are much more of an immersive cultural experience, where one is simply bombarded with meaning by subtext, visuals, dialogue, plot, performance, world building all of it. suffice to say that, after just one viewing (in truly delightful company, I might add), I've no doubt that I've done no more than scratch the surface.

This film doesn't feel as though it's two hours and forty-three minutes long. Yet it owns its slow pace, with Denis Villeneuve feeding us a number of well-thought through environments in this future world (albeit a future to the 2019 not of the real world, but of Blade Runner!). It takes its time. This means suspense, yes, but just luxuriating on the visuals and what they mean for this subdued, downcast world where there are no trees but still cigarettes.

The plot is, perhaps, not particularly breaking new ground, despite a rather effective twist towards the end of the film, but that isn't the point. It's about mood. It's about an extraordinary cast portraying subtle yet deep emotions through facial acting. It's about world building- the Blackout, the sheer horror of Wallace's desire to create a race of synthetic slaves.

And it's a film about ideas. About memory versus reality. About the question of whether an AI can truly love. About what it means to be alive, and what that means as to who matters and who does not. About how we can so easily accept the terrible things done in our name. But also about hope, despite everything.

This is not in itself an adaptation of a Philip K. Dick novel, merely a sequel. Yet it feels very Philip K. Dick. It'll take a few more viewings to absorb this film properly, but it's a thing of pure hope that so philosophical a film can exist. A worthy sequel. And an extraordinary film. 

Saturday, 6 April 2024

Morbius (2022)

 "I'm going to get hungry. And you don't want to see me when I'm hungry."

I'm not too familiar with the Morbius character; he tended to not really be around when I was reading Marvel comics in the '80s and very early '90s, when I stopped due to shiny covers, too many crossovers and too much indulging of arrogant star artists. Anyway, here we are, and I believe (although there may be one or two TV movies and the like) that this is as of now the last Marvel film of any kind that I hadn't seen...

Oh. I still have to see Madame Web. Gulp.

I'm well aware of this film's... mixed reception, shall we say, but I rather enjoyed this rather straight riff on Michael Morbius' origin story, despite the modern directorial techniques as seen in the overly CGI'd action bits and the literal darkness pervading everything. I mean, can't they turn the lighting up a bit, just occasionally? But the script is solid and, while I wouldn't use a stronger word, so is Jared Leto. The character of Morbius is nice and nuanced, despite Martine, Nicholas and even Milo being a bit one-note.

The highlight of the film is, of course, Matt Smith making the very wise acting choice to chew as much scenery as possible while having fun as the baddie, as without him the film was threatening to be far too po-faced. There's not a lot of humour in the rather straightforward, competent yet workmanlike script, so this redresses the balance a bit.

The film, then, is quite good. No more than that: it's an unusually expensive looking B movie. It's fine. It's fun but doesn't pretend to have any depth.

That post-credits, mind... the Vulture is in the Venomverse (are we saying that?) and... he's doing a Nick Fury and assembling a super team of Spider-Man adversaries. Er, that's bonkers. Which is excellent. Bring it on.

Friday, 2 September 2016

Suicide Squad (2016)

"We're bad guys. It's what we do."

Well, I don't care what the critics say. Oh, this film may not be right up there with the greatest- sorry, DC, Deadpool was better- but it was stylish, cool and great fun. Here's your warning: this is a positive review.

I never read the Suicide Squad comics; Batman aside (I certainly read a lot of that) I was more of a Marvel kid and tended to read specific DC titles for the writers- Alan Moore, Neil Gaiman and the like- rather than following titles religiously as I did with Marvel. So I'm not writing this as an uber fanboy and can't comment on how the film compares to the comic.

Also... I'm aware that this is the third film of the DC Universe and I haven't seen the others yet. I'll be approaching the DC films as I did the Marvels- obviously I won't watch any Batman II film before a Batman film or anything like that, but I won't be necessarily watching and blogging DC Universe films in strict order, within reason. Anyway...

This is an awesome film with awesome characters, most notably Deadshot and Harley Quinn, and both Will Smith and Margot Robbie are awesome. Jared Leto, too, was a nicely old-fashioned psychopathic Joker, rubbish though his emo band may be. I'm not sure, yet, about the brief glimpses I've had of Ben Affleck as Batman but, well, we'll see about that. 

This was a stylishly directed film, fast-paced and with plot beats perfectly laid out for maximum entertainment value as a blockbuster should. The use of its mainly rock soundtrack was awesome. And I'm genuinely puzzled at the critics' insistence on the supposedly uneven tone- I found no such thing.

Yes, perhaps this is a case of relatively low expectations making me like a film (It has that in common with Citizen Kane...) but I had a good night at the pictures tonight and I'm curious about the previous two DC Universe films. Bring it on.