Foundation: Barbarians at the Gate

 "Violence is the last refuge..."

"Of the incompetent. I know. That's an old man's doctrine."

As the above line shoews, this is a different Salvor Hardin in more than gender, while also similar in many ways. But Gaal's narration tells us that this is the tale of a legendary figure as a seriuous and huge Anacreonian assault threatens all Terminus stands for. Yet Hardin is an "outlier"- or is she? As Gaal tells us, Hari's plan accounts not for individuals. Is Salvor an exception to threaten the plan? Or is she its fulfilment?

Certainly things are breaking down in the galactic periphery, as well as unrest on Trantor and religious strife, with an heretical doctrine being promulgated that may indicate that clones do not have souls. Whatever the spin of imperial mathematicians, all is not well in the empire. Nor are things well between the imperial brothers. (Day, it seems, sits on the "middle throne" and is in charge). But were they ever? It appears that the empire is, unsurprisingly, too complex for a single monarch, or even three, echoing Rome after Diocletian- no doubt with intent.

All seems grim.Yet there is plenty to hint that Salvor will bring salvation. Also, those of us who have read the novels suspect what is likely within the Vault...

Better Call Saul: Switch

 "That's right. Not a lawyer. Bye."

This is a fascinating, tantalising, nuanced opening episode, scrutinising the two roads Jimmy can take. Yes, at the end, he relents and takes the swanky law job. But Slippy Jimmy, I have no doubt, is not going back into his box.

We start with a flash forward to Saul's new life in Nebraska, as he spends a night accidentally in a bank vault. Yet he leaves a bit of graffiti: "S.G. was here". Despite the moustache, Saul is still in there. And yes, the name is jarring after a season thinking of him as Jimmy. And Saul, I think, is a development of Slippy Jimmy, a persona whom Jimmy spends the episode exploring.

Not only that, either. He really likes Kim, and tries to seduce her into the Slippy Jimmy lifestyle, with some success. She has fun, and there's an enjoyable little Breaking Bad cameo.Yes, Jimmy relents at the end, but he's still tempted by the con man lifestyle... Kim too?

Meanwhile, Wormald is not a clever man. For a start, that car just screams "My penis is only slightly larger than Andrew Tate's. Ladies, bring a magnifying glass". Then, the moment he arrogantly dismisses Mike and decides he can deal with the crime stuff on his own tells you he's doomed. It's not in question. The only question is how. And it's actually fun seeing his pathetic, clueless performance in front of the visiting police officers.

The episode gives off so much nuance, so many uncertainties. Kim isn't in Breaking Bad. What happens to her? Which way will Jimmy jump? We know, of course, but when? I'm betting the end of the season.

Orphée (1950)

 "Men always come back. They're so absurd."

To describe this film as a mere updating of the Orpheus myth to mid-twentieth century France would be to do it a grave injustice. It is a thing of wit, profundity and poetic beauty on a level far deeper than I pretend to understand. It is not only a great work of cinema, but a great work of art. Nothing I say in this blog post has any delusions of adequacy in explaining why.

The myth, with no regard whatsoever for the fourth wall, is summarised in full by the narrator in the first few seconds. No shrinking from that modern concept of spoilers here. The narrator then makes the same plea that is made for modern dress productions of Shakespeare- that myths transcend this or that period of history. We then segue into contemporary France, the intellectual France of 1950, where poets have sway still. And Orphée, a poet, is a celebrity, a hero, surrounded by adoring fangirls. Nothing, perhaps, dates this film so much, sadly, as this cultural power of poetry, which here in the UK faded with modernism. But I digress. What else can one do with a film like this, upon which one feels unable to talk coherently?

The 1940s- the esteemed M. Cocteau very much not included ( I've blogged La Belle et la Bete) disdained fantasy. Where fantasy was employed, there was deep allegory. This film deals with Death as an object of desire- a deep and frightening concept. I think of Keats. "For I am half in love with easeful death"... let us not go there. I know I'm mortal. I don't want to be. I'm not an arrogant person, but it outrages me that one day my ego will just end. A cruel fact. Films like this help us come to terms with that harsh fact, perhaps in the wake of A Matter of Life and Death. There are echoes. 

There's much I have not the wit to discuss, such as the film's use of mirrors. Just see it.

She-Hulk: Attorney at Law- Mean, Green and Straight Poured into These Jeans

 "I own who I am!"

Yet again this is short, bvery short, a thirty minute sitcom episode. And it's based on a very sitcom premise, of Titania frivolously patenting the name She-Hulk to sell a load of old tat. Personally I love it, and how the solution is for Jen to humiliate herse;f via parading her recent dating history.

Some won't, of course, and I see the iMDb ratings are low, which I assume reflects polarisation. Those who like loads of ultra-testosterone-fuelled action will find little to enloy here. But the rest of us are having a great time, and not only becaudse of the Daredevil tease (retro custume?) at the end. The idea of a superhero tailor is well-handled, so much so that we'll forget the idea having appeared in The Incredibles, another Disney property.

I love the Jen and Ginger double act. I love the courtroom stuff. This is pure sitcom. But it's bloody brilliant sitcom.

Foundation: The Mathematician's Ghost

 "It's just that you always leave me..."

Time passes. We see nothing of Gaal (though she narrates; we shall see her again)  or Raych, as decades have passed and a tenuous settement is set up on Terminus. Hari Seldon, statues aside, is not in this episode, yet his legend permeates everything.

We begin, though, with a fascinating examination of Cleons I through to XIV, all with Eto Demerzel and all very much knowing what she is. We see the life cycle of an emperor, from an embryo grown in a vat to the final "ascension", a kind of dignified execution. For each birth, there must be a ritualised death. Only three brothers may exist at once.

It's just as fasciniating to see Terminus, its frontier existence with its Encyclopaedia as contrast.There is a mysterious artifact, the Vault, which only Salvor Hardin can approach. Wde get to know Salvor, her active, thinking mind in a society of ossified fatalists who see no need to act as the Seldon Plan will save them. So when Anacreon seems to be invading they know not what to do.

There are so many nice little touches, too... Salvor's lover is pushing seventy but seems half that age from spending decades on "cryo-ships". No one on Terminus now understands the mathematics of Psychohistory; they're acting blind. And it's fascinating to see the dynamic between Salvor and her parents. This is absolutely brilliant.

The Incredible Hulk (1977 TV Movie)

 "Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."

There is, of course, no guarantee that I'll blog this whole series, and not only because only the extended length pilot is free on Netflix. Despite my childhood memories, I'm conscxious that thius is an American network TV show with a reset button as part of the format.

I admit, too, that after seeing interviews with Kenneth Johnson I'd assumed he was one of those people who despise comics and seeks to arrogantly change anything. Yet, despite the gratuitous changing of Bruce to David Banner (not even "Bob")... this origin story is probably as faithful as ot needs to be. Gamma radiation is involved, and a silly communist spy would not have fit the zeitgeist in 1977, a splendid year, certainly for those of us born in it.

The premise, the direction, the acting of Bill Bixby and Susan Sullivan are all superb. This is better telly than I'd expected. The origin has had so much thought given to ot, Banner's bereavement, his close conection with the brilliant Eleana, thegenuinely intriguing scientific mystery. Jack Colvin is a superb villain- a tabloid journalist, truly a soulless creature.

The connection between David and Eleana is central, and the chemistry is absolutely there. The script is thoughtful, full of concept and character, yet simple. There is an overarching theme of superhuman strength found in adversity. There's a lovely tribute to the first Universal Frankenstein film, for obvious reasons.

Shall I watch more? We shall see.

Persona (1966)

 "The hopeless dream of being. Not seeming, but being...."

This is a glorious mind**** of a film, shockingly only the second example of the oevre of the esteemed Mr Bergman that I've blogged. We begin- and punctuate the film- with random, surreal imagery, freminisscent in spirit of Un Chien Andalou, something which must surely be intentional. At one point a nail is hammered into the fleshy part of a palm. Lovely. Not only is this as icky as it gets, but it's a blatant allusion to Christ, which is brave territory: comparing characters to Christ is the definkition of uber-pretentious.

This is, lof course, nothing of the sort: the surreal imagery is surreal imagery. The beautifuly arty direction is beautifully artbdirection- and this film really is superbly shot.

Yet the film is, sort of, a straight drama.Elisabet Vogler is an actress, successful enough to play Electra. Yet she suddenly deases to speak or act, ending up in a mental insyitution. Alma looks after her. That really is it.

 SPOILERS

Yet the script, the character, the acting, the everything is sublime, terrifyingly so. The two women are intimate, at once close and antagonistic. Complex gamesof friendship, power, love and betrayal play out. Yet, beneath it all lies a socially unacceptable hatred of motherhood, a fear of childbearing and childred upon which a person with a y chromosome should probably not comment. All I can say is that this film is awesome.

Foundation: Preparing to Live

 "The more human I act, the more human I am."

Here we begin to branch out from the original novel. There are divergences, the four or five year trip to Terminus beuing the most obvious, a good way of establishing characters and the dynamics amongst the proto-Foundation. Yet there are also elements from later retcons in the novels- I now remember who Raych is, for a start. And it's startling to hear Hari mention the "Robot Wars" and, all the more so, to have it revealed- not only to us but Brother Dawn- that Eto Demerzel is a robot, apparently the only one. Why, then, does the share this knowledge with Dawn?

There is utter horror in this episode. The Cleons, or certainly Dusk, know the two ambassadors and their worlds are innocent... but their entire retinues are judicially killed anyway, by slow, tortuous hanging. And their worlds are bombed to bits. All for the sake of a scapegoat for the satisfaction of the masses. Such is the Empire.

We see the Foundation develop and grow, with Hari Seldon revered. We also see Gaal and Raych grow closer and plan life together, yet Raych and Hari seem to grow apart. And the end is seemingly shocking. With the maths of psychohistory seemingly unfinished, Raych stabs Seldon and forces Gaal into an escape pod, ejecting her into space after, er, telling her he loves her. Why? What happens next?

The dynamics between the three clone emperors are fascinating too. This is superb, deep telly.

She-Hulk: Attorney at Law: Is This Not Real Magic?

 "You can't own magic!"

This is, essentially, a sitcom. And, despite Jen's frequent fourth wall breaking ways, we're not talking WandaVision. This is a straight sitcom.

So both story strands here lampshade the suer-hero genre. We begin with a rather good magic show falling flat, because this is the MCU, and people hear magic all the time. We then learn that the magician is a failed student of the Mystic Arts, using just a little crap real magic. The joke is, of course, that Wong wants to sue him. And it's fun. Wong- played with nuanced excellence by Benedict Wong- is a funny character while also being dignified and heroic, not an easy thing to pull off.

The other strand is, of course, the tragedy of Jen's love life. All the men she meets are self-obsessed losers. At last, as She-Hulk, she meets a seemingly perfect man... and he takes right off as soon as he sees her as Jen. Ouch.

I'm loving this, despoite the Sopranos spoiler. But I suspect those less humour-inclined may not be.

Foundation: The Emperor's Peace

 "Oh, it's not a theory. It's the destiny of the human race, expressed in numbers."

You may have noticed I've blogged the original three Foundation novels from the wonderful mind of Isaac Asimov. I've also read the others, plus all linked novels, although admittedly it was some decades ago. But let's say I broadly know how the story pans out in the novels. I shall endeavour to keep these blog posts free of any potential spoilers from the novels.

I've wanted to see this for some time, but wasn't sure whether Apple TV was worth subscribing to as it doesn't look as though there's much else on there I particularly want to see, especially with the lack of archive content. But now I randomly seem to have three free months, so I might as well watch this while I can. It's intriguing; an adaptation of a series of novels that absolutely needs the expansiveness and seriality of TV rather than two hours at the pictures. David S. Goyer is showrunning, so hopes are high.

And rightly so, This is a fairly faithful adaptation of the opening of the first novel. The framing sequence on Terminus features Salvor Hardin. The main flashback to Trantor, perfectly realised, gives us Hari Seldon, Gaal Dornick and Eto Demerzel. There are changes, of course. The novels are a sausage fest, so certain characters need to made female. And the world is fleshed out a little. Gaal's background from an anti-science, religious culture gives her a hinterland. We have the character of Raych. And, intriguing, the empire is ruled by Cleon I... and has been for centuries, with three differently aged  clones at one time, a perfect example of the cultural stasis of a Galactic Empire that no longer grows nor changes. These added bits of depth work well.

This is a superbly made and written piece of television. More please.

Better Call Saul: Marco

 "It's like watching Miles Davis give up the trumpet."

This is both an extraordinary episode and an extraordinary finale. Interestingly, it's not exactly a Breaking Bad style finale with lots of action; it's a superb character piece that pushes Jimmy in a new direction.

After the revelation about Chuck, Jimmy is at a crossroads. There's a nice scene with Howard which is nicely done, the first time they meet since Jimmys realisation that Howard was never actually the problem. It's nice to see the mutual respect between the two of them. 

The next scdene, at the bingo, is superbly done, though. We see Jimmy gradually fall apart as the mask slips, as well as finally learning why he went to prison in the first place, ruining his life. It's dar, human, superbly written and performed.

And so it's back to Michigan, reconnecting with his old mate Marco, and for a week he's Slippin' Jimmy again. He gets to escape from reality for a while, and hilariously we get a grifting montage. And then... Marco suddenly dies, a symbolic death of Jimmy's past. It's back to Albuquerque and reality.

And things are looking up. Jimmy is offered a new lawyering job, with real prospects. All looks good. Yewt Jimmy is at a crossroads... and he decides not to take that path. He resolves that he's sick and tired of scruples and honesty. Ouch.

This is an extraordinary episode, extended character piece as season finale.

Petticoat Pirates (1961)

" You long haired idiot.

Meh. I mean, this film isn't exactly terrible, but there's a reason why it- and Charlie Drake- are pretty much forgotten.

Yes, the social attitudes on display here are different from today, and one must make allowances. But that's not really an excuse. The same could be said of the Carry On films, and they are far superior to this mildly amusing but underwhelming comedy about the hilarity that ensues when a Royal Navy frigate is taken over by women. The sexism on display is not particularly extreme by the standards of the time, and the whole "battle of the sexes" angle is good humoured, and the ladies pretty much come out on top. Regardless of social attitudes, a film is either good or not, and this film is not.

No, it's not that. And nor is it the script, which may not be brilliant but is perfectly serviceable. Nor, mostly, is it the cast. Anne Heywood, in particular, is superb.

No: it's Charlie Drake. He's just not very good. He's a very generic Norman Wisdom type comedy actor, with no charisma and no discernible talent. For him to have apparently become a star simply beggars belief.

Perhaps I'm being a little harsh. The film is harmless enough, and passes the time. But any humour is mild, and much of the interest comes from the fact that this film is an artifact from another time. I'd suggest, sadly, that this isn't exactly a film greatly worth bothering with.

The Bed Sitting Room (1969)

 "Radiation's rising. Still, one mustn't grumble too much.

I'm full of sesations from this extraordinary film. It contains multitudes. It is, I admit, my only experience of a Spike Milligan (co-)script, full of irreverent absurdity, the sort which wqould later begat a less overtly successor in Monty Python.

Thetre is much more, though. Despite the very British humour that anchors everything, this is a cinematic adaptation of an absurdist play that feels like Joan Littlewood's Theatre Workshop, which is high praise indeed. It's a post-apocalyptic world, set in the near future to 1969, with absurdity upon absurdity. Yet it's grim, in the traditions of Ionesco and Beckett. Indeed, the constant cynicism in the face of nuclear annihilation and the equally cynical, yet glorious, skewering of the British "stiff upper lip" denies us even the consolations of existentialism.

Despite this, the humour is exquisite. Realism being abandoned, we may use the setting to skewer British behaviour. Hence Arthur Lowe (genius casting) as the father, leaning heroically and deeply into another sort of comedy. I suspect, in person, over a pint, he would have been no Captain Mainwaring. Despite Peter Cook, Michael Hordern and others, his performance stands out. Beyond, even, that of Nurse Marty Feldman.

I can only urge you to saee this triumph of British comedy cinema which, deaspite its clear absurdist bent, is full of genus humour of the type one may expcct. You MUST see this film.

Update

 Bear with me as real life means I won’t be able to blog much if at all for the next couple of days. I should be back to normal by Sunday or Monday.

She-Hulk: Attorney at Law- The People vs Emil Blonsky

 "I don't know about you, but I'd smash."

This is where She-Hulk really hits it's stride. I love everything about this episode, from Jen's little fourth wall breaking asides to the last minute, unexpected appearance of what is surely the Wrecking Crew. But the best bit is, of course, when Wong gets told he's confessed to unlawfully helping a prisoner escape... and promptly teleports away.

The A plot with Emil Blonsky's parole hearing is fun, with the inevitable comedy with Tim Roth being superb, and Wong's dramatic late entrance. There's also a nice little linked thread of She-Hulk's reputation being generated by the stupidity of the media and online world, with its incels and pathetic little boys. So she submits to an interview, which, er, goes well.

The B plot, with a shape changing Asgardian elf and Jen humiliating Dennis to win his case, is hilarious. But I'm sure Dennis will do somewthing nefarious before the season is over.

The Day of the Triffids (1981): Part 6

 "We were walking on a tightrope for a Hell of a long time..."

The sixth and final episode and, appropriately, six years have passed. The extended family, including Susan and Bill and Jo's son, exist in a state of continuous siege which functions as a metaphor for the precarious state of civilisation. It seems the Triffids are fated to win. London is slowly rewilding. Fuel is becoming scarce.

There's a moving and very human conversation between Jo and Bill. Despite the peril, Jo is happy with their little family. And Bill echoes our current concerns with civilsation being precarious- the climate crisis, nuclear war, the Singularity- by pointing out that we begat the Triffids- and even the humanity-blinding comet may not have been a natural phenomenon. "Sooner or later a foot had to slip." Indeed. Are we so different?

We get a welcome visit from Coker, who has established a community on the Isle of Wight; small islands seem ideal for keeping Triffid free. The Channel Islands too. But Jo wants to spend one last summer at the farm... until peace is interrupted by militaristic morons, played for laughs, who want to set up some kind of feudal society.

The last scenes are funny as the family escapes to the Hampshire coast and beyond, and we end with a nice little monologue. This was an excellent and thought-provoking adaptation of a novel that I simply must revisit.

Gremins 2: The New Batch (1990)

 "I've got rabies, and I'm supposed to get the flu this week."

Oh, I love this film. It is- and I know this is a weird thing to say for a Hollywood sequel-a different level of wit, enjoyment and fun from ther original. fourth wall? you're dead?

Yes, this is a sequel. We have Billy and Kate, moved to New York. We have some very real, surreal and, I suspect, very dated satire of Wall Street and the absurdities of thre reagan era. Reagan was no Trump, but, well, he was stupid. It's all excellent stuff. Poor Mowlgli.

But that barely scratches the surface. The first breath in the fourth wall comes from the mime artists being escorted out of the police van. Then we have, yeah, the Hulk Hogan interview. The fourth wall dies at this point, even after the review of the first movie which has hilarious consequences. It's sad to see the great Christopher Lee in a character part, but he's superb.

The knowing wit is hilarious throghout. This cannot, sutely, have been written by committee. Halleluljah. And I can't even begin to touch on the satire. This is the Reagan era. Corporate culture was insane.

There's so much to talk about. The old man- Kato in the old Green Hornet movie serials- dues. Poor Gizmo is bullied. So is Billy, unappreciated at work. The whole satire on 80s corporate excess is exquisite. At one point the lift asks for a car to be removed beause it's cheap and old.

I adore this film. If you don.'t ,then I shall challenge you to a duel. Sith Re Leicrster cheese. Be warned.

She-Hulk: Attorney at Law- Superhuman Law

 "That name better not stick."

After last week's superhero origin story, we now have the introduction of the format. After getting reluctantly fired by the firm and unemployed, Jen is hired by the opposition and given a swanky new office heading up a new Superhuman Law Division. But there's a catch. She has to practise, in the office and in court, as She-Hulk... and, yeah, she, er, loves the name.

And there's another catch: she has to represent Emil Blonsky, the Abomination, at his parole hearing, and Blonsky tried to kill her cousin. Fortunately, Bruce is fine with it, so all is seemingly well.

It's also nice to see Jen's family, including her parents, her cousin Ched and, I think, Bruce's parents. The scene is a joy, especially her close bond with her dad.

So many nice touches, too. I'm an old school fan, I know of Titania. Here, she is... an influencer?! Also, I love her dad asking the very pertinent question of whether Hawkeye retrieves his arrows. I noticed Blonsky's prison was run by Damage Control.

The format looks fun. I'm excited. Also, I presume the fact that Bruce is in that flying saucer from last episode will be followed up out of the confines of this particular serial. And I loved the Shang-Chi bombshell at the end.

The Day of the Triffids (1981): Part Five

 "Hey! Can't you kiss her indoors?"

This, like its predecessors, is a gripping and thought-provoking episode. Plot-wise, it's simple. Bill finds a disillusioned Coker, they bond, they philosophise, they find a rather naive community of unworldly Christians, they philosophise some more. Coker then returns to bash the community into shape while bill goes on a quest for Jo, picking up a little girl called Susan along the way.

Yet the plot is not the point. The core is Coker's monologue- one day the loot and the petrol will run out. By then, they will need to have learned how to farm, to plough, to make things. And for that they will need a large community so there's enough surplus labour to read up on these things. He's right.

For we see, everywhere, Triffids triumphant over the stung or diseased corpses of human beings. Humanity is not winning. I expect the ending to be downbeat and open, but I also expect it to be bloody good.

She-Hulk: Attorney at Law- A Normal Amount of Rage

 "The triggers are anger and fear."

"Those are like the baseline for any woman just existing."

The above quote sums up this hilarious, clever, delightfully meta first episode. Jennifer Walters is Bruce Banner's cousin and, this being an origin story, gets her powers. But the conceit is that, wonderfully, because she's a woman and has to control her anger every day, she stays totally in control when green and can just change at will, sometrhing which Bruce still cant do after fifteen years.

Jen is witty, likeable, very well written and portrayed, and her desire to just continue practising as a lawyer rather than be a superhero is fun and intriguing. Just as awesome, the breaking of the fourth wall, with Jen constantly addressing the camera, is present and correct, including the fourth wall breaking, which is going to be such fun.

I love the banter between Jen and Bruce, and the subtle, fun, feminist commentary. This is such a fun firsat episode. I'm excited.

The Day of the Triffids (1981): Part Four

 "I'm like a drug they give to patients to keep them going a bit longer."

The fourth episode further develops the existing themes and takes a darker turn; Bill, separated from Jo, is kidnapped by Coker's people and forced to help blind friends to find food. He's kind, helpful even when no longer forced, and a gentleman in that he refuses to sleep with a girl whose motive is to persuade him to stay. Yet it's all futile. The blind are doomed. As Bill knows and no one else will get past their cognitive dissonance, no cavalry is coming.

Yet things are worse. A plague is developing, and only plot armour really prevents Bill from catching it. There are nasty people with guns. Worst of all, there are Triffids. Their menace is finally coming to the foreground, as presaged by much of Bill's dialogue in earlier episodes.

The desperation has increased. I quite like the fact that I've long since forgotten how the novel ended so I don't know what to expect. This is a superb adaptation.

The Mezzotint

"By virtue of all that is reasonable, Nisbet, this is a rank impossibility." 

I somehow missed this last year, so I'm watching and blogging it when it's still the season, sort of. This is, of course, magnificent. Horror via existential dread. The pacing is magnificent and Rory Kinnear, as ever, gives a superb performance.

I've yet to read any M.R.James, I've just seen the adaptations. But there's so much going on here, beyond the idea of a picture changing whenever it's observed which may have influenced one Steven Moffat. But it's far more existential and far more gothic than that: this is M.R. James. Williams is a man of his time, yes, but he's nice enough- friendly, amiable to his housekeeper, harmless. Alas, as he discovers, he is the last of his line and thus inexorably doomed. There's nothing he can do. The moving figure in the mezzotint exists to doom him and him alone.

This is creepy, gothic, existentially dreadful. In short, full of Christmas cheer.What's not to love? Happy New Year, all. Now we are back to normal it's back to The Day of the Triffids and Better Call Saul, plus films, and I'll be starting She-Hulk: Attorney at Law.

Roald Dahl's Matilda the Musical (2022)

 "This isn't school. It's a prison."

This is the first time I've seen a film at a cinema for a shocking three years, at the splendid and, I'm pleased to see, expanding Phoenix Arts Cinema in Leicester, and once again the reason was Little Miss Llamastrangler. Many thanks to my brother and sister-in-law for treating us.

The film is,of course, splendid fun for all the family, with delightfully witty lyrics courtesy of Tim Minchin. It is, as it necessarily had to be, a very different beast from the 1996 film, set in a very British 1980s of Irn-Bru and bikes from my childhood. Alisha Weir is a revelation and a triumph as our titular heroine, while Emma Thompson is magnificently evil as Trunchbull, whose cruelty is far more apparent here than in the previous film, although there are also hints of a possible actual hinterland..

It's all about the visuals, though, and of course the brilliant songs. There's far more of a whimsical, mischievous sense of humour here that owes far more to Roald Dahl's writing itself than the previous adaptation. There is, of course, a possible subtext- I love Matilda's comment, upon seeing Miss Honey's home, that teachers must be "really badly paid", plus it's easy to see Miss Trunchbull's Gradgrindian regime as a metaphor for the National Curriculum, which was very much an issue ij the late 80s when the novel was written and the film is set. If so, though, any such subtext is worn lightly. More than anything, the film is great fun. Both Little Miss Llamastrangler and I enjoyed it enormously.

Count Magnus

 "What did I do?"

This, the latest Christmas adaptation of a short story by M.R. James, whose work I have not read, is as chillingly well-constructed as we have come to expect. As ever with these things, the plot is simple. It is the essence of the Gothic: an Englishman investigates the tomb, and the unholy antics, of the eponymous count, his curiosity leading to a truly horrific and inevitable downfall.

The Swedish setting is atmospheric and the grisly history superb, with hints of alchemy, devilish beings and the Antichrist. The tale of the two villagers who met their own grisly fates echo that of poor Mr Wraxham, almost the stereotype of the cheerfully ignorant travelling Victorian Englishman. A scholar, a cheerful man, taking nothing seriously until it is too late, he is- with Jason Watkins trning in a perfect performance- quite magnificently doomed by his very complacency.

The plot is nothing unusual; just the same tropes arranged a little diffrerently. No; it is the atmosphere that makes this tale, like all of them, so chillingly effective. May Mark Gatiss haunt our Christmases for many years to come.

Persuasion by Jane Austen

I'm going to start with a controversial comment: this novel and, I rather suspect the novels of Jane Austen in general, is and are unfilmable. For the plot is not the point. Not even the characters, superbly drawn as they are, are the point. No; the joy of Austen lies in her prose, and her subtle soicial commentary, criticising the social mores of her day with a lightness of touch that just about has plausible deniability.

That was the joy of rediscovering this novel at forty-five, having not appreciated it in my youth. This is not some cosy, Downton Abbey period romantic drama but something far, far deeper, and I strongly suspecxt that anyfilm or television adaptation, or most at any rate, would indeed end up as a mere cosy genre piece, entirely missing the (very) suppressed rage in the authorial voice of the rigid social conventions of Regency England, which are subtly condemned. In a similar vein, it would be anachronistic to call Austen a feminist. Yet gender roles and conventions do not go uncommented on.

Yes, there is a rather pat happy ending. But not one that undoes the pain of six years of unnecessary separation of two people forced to deny their love through the petty respectability and snobbishness of those around them. Lady Russell is an idiot, yes. Mr Elliott is a bounder and a cad. Yet the subtle excoriation of Sir Walter exposes him as the worst of them all, and I love how the ending not-so-subtly implies that such things as baronetcies are worthless. Love is what matters. And that we must all be free to choose whom we love.

Sometimes, a classic novel is every bit as sublime as it's said to be.

Hellbound: Hellraiser II (1988)

 "It's not hands that summon us. It's desire."

I write this on 23rd December, 2022. What film could so well instil the Christmas spirit?

This is one of those sequels which challenges the original for top billing. It's that good. It's also fascinating, if at btimres rather gory in a pleasingly latex, stop motion, pre-CGI manner.

The themes, more blatant to me than in the first film are... yeah, kinky is far too soft a word. The underlying, horrific theme here is a sexual fetish for the eteernal torments of Hell, which, well, more tea, vicar? It's a deeply disturbing premise. This is, of course, no bad thing.

This is, really, the perfect horror sequel, building upon and deepening the horrors of the first film. Kenneth Cranham is superb as the occult-obsessed doctor who, desapite his earlier uplifting monlolougue as a brain surgeon, has a massive thing for Cenobite lore.

And the Cenobites are existentially terrifying, distilling the very concept of flesh-ripping torture as they are wont to do. The effects are evilly sublime. And, of course. Ashley Laurence as the star is faultless. Clare Higgins, desapite the odd accent slip, deserves similar praise.

I hope the forthcoming sequels are as good as thois. I have my doubts. But this was superb.

Ms Marvel: No Normal

 "Do you even like British Bake Off?"

At long last I've got Disney Plus working again. I can blog the finale now. Phew. It's been frustrating.

This is, after the intensity of the last few episodes, very much a feel good finale with Damage Control as comedy moustache twirling bad guys, the whole community supporting the new superhero wholeheartedly, and a lighthearted tone combined with awesome set pieces. Yes, I know that kids using Home Alone type tricks against agents with guns isn't realistic. I don't care. 

The whole thing is both fun ad heartwarming. I love Kamala's outing to the whole family, and the bond they all have. I love the positivity of the likes of Sheikh Abdullah, how Zoe doesn't rat Kamala out, how even Aamir joins in.

The one bit of sadness is Kamran, who is understandably hurting, but even he gets a happy ending. as does Kamala, who gets her superhero name at last from her dad.#

And then, two final bombshells. Yeah, yeah, she seems to swap places with Carol Danvers in the post-credits, but... is Kamala the MCU's first mutant?

The Day of the Triffids (1981): Part Three

 "Full bodied. Mature. Just a little pretentious, I would say."

This is more first tier television, right from the cliffhangerrresolution as Bill and Jo find their Ford Cortina attacked by a load of terrifying blind people, one of whom is Morris Barry.

They soon escape from that, and begin to bond as a very real and very well-written couple who both need each other. It's 1981 so, of course, it's Jo who does the cooking and there's a bit of social class awkwardness which is nicely brushed away.

But there's realism. They must leave London. Now civilisation has ended the risk of typhoid and tetanus is too great: they need somewhere less populous, and dream of a place in the country with a well and a generator while philosophising aboit what will happen to human civilisation and the hard choices that lie ahead. They can't save everyone. For humanity to survive, most of the blind must be abandoned. It's horrible, but unavoidable.

Such dilemmas are writ even larger when they meet Michael Beadley and his scarily efficient and certain gang, naive about Triffids, mostly sensible and harsh, but disturbingly insistent on polyamory with a little light misogyny. Surely polygamy, with a small population, just means inbreeding?

This is fascinating, philosophical disaster telly. And the cliffhanger is both exciting and an indicator that our favourite couple may well not be partaking in this dubious utopia.

Better Call Saul: Pimento

 "You're not a real lawyer."

Thgois is a gloriously crafted piece of television, whether we see it as forty-seven minutes of drama in its own right or as a pivotal chapter (this is the penultimate episode of this first season) in a larger narrative. Either way, it's already on course to be a superb bit of telly and then the last twist gets you in the gut.

The Mike subplot is sublime. It's just Mike going on a job, casually being the world weary alpha male and having the measure of arrogant arseholes. But at the same time, in a sense, he's a good man. He's a good and loving grandad. And he gives sound advice to the naive beginner criminal employing him. He's a wise old soul, aware of the contradiction of good and evil, law and crime. He's being developed into a nuanced and interesting character in far greater depth even than in Breaking Bad, where he was less central. This is deeply exciting.

But Jimmy and Chuck... we start with Chuck making promising progress against his ambiguous condition, which is ominous; things are, by the rules of television drama, about to go downhill. And so they do. It's dreadfully cleber, with lots of misdirection. The old folks' case is too big to handle, they take it to Howard, Jimmy gets knocked back... and here comes the misdirection. We think Howard's being a dick.We think he's going to fire Kim for challenging him. But... the hostility towards Jimmy isn't from Howard. It's never been Howard. He may have his foibles, but he's not the enemy. Chuck was. Wow.

So we see a disgusted Jimmy, having worked out the truth, betrayed by his own brother's snobbery, the lawyer as sincere vocation vs Slippy Jimmy, abandining Chuck. I can't find the words for how exquisite this is.

Ms Marvel: Time and Again

 "It was me!"

This episode is wonderful, timey-wimey and cathartic in equal measure. About half of the episode is told in flashback, from the perspective of the young Aisha, as she meets and falls in love with the kind and decent Hasan, becomes a mother and has a happy life... but is visited and threatened by Najma on the eve of Partition. This all makes sense, and is told well, explaining the history of Indian independence to a potentially unfamiliar audience without dumbing down.

And then Kamala and the timey-wimeyness happens. It's all extremely clever. Yes, the Djinn are defeated perhaps implausible easy. But it's lovely that Kamala's mum, whom I'm starting to really like, sees and accepts the whole truth and grows closer to both her mother and her daughter in the process. No more frustrating misunderstandings, yay!

The Djinn are gone. But Kamran is with Bruno, and Damage Control have arrived for the finale. This is excellent stuff.

The Day of the Triffids (1981): Part Two

 "There's nothing we can do!"

This second episode is even more brilliantly horrific than the first. We begin in the hospital, with Bill realising firstly that a patient is blind and then realising the blind doctor, such a comforting authority figure the night before, has jumped to his death.

Outside, things are no better. Looting, pretty much explicitly implied rape, the slow collapse of society. It's all made plain as Bill finds a blind couple with a sighted daughter.And the father is no fool, realising, like Hobbes, that civilisation has gone, and that life is set to become nasty, brutish and short. And his suggesxtion- that Bill stays to protect the block- has merit, I think. Bill can't save everyone. Why not save whom he can?

But Bill travels on, and finally meets posh drunkard Jo, who was saved from blindness by a hangover. There's a rule here, kids: teetotalism is bad, m'kay?

Unfortunately, we then find with full force, so are Triffids, and they've got into the house and killed Jo's father. In the kingdom of the blind, the Triffid is king. It's all out war for survival.

Except humanity, unlike Triffids, is hardly united. And is just as scary, as the cliffhanger shows...

Ms Marvel: Seeing Red

 "Kamala, please don't be weird!"

To Pakistan, then, and it's not just Kamala who gets a wonerful tour of the beautiful-looking Karachi. The city looks glorious, and it's a nice little introduction to Pakistan and broader desi cultural mores, especially for the large American audience.

Kamala gets more than that, though, as she's introduced to the rather cool Red Daggersa, who give her friendship and exposition in equal measure, explaing exactly how dangerous the Djinn are. The Djinn who are at this moment escaping from Damage Control's supermax prison; I'm getting a very Guantanamo Bay feel from all this, as well as outrage as poor Kamran being vindictively left behind.

Meanwhile we also get to know Kamala's wise Nani, and get to see bits of all three generations of mothers are daughters. We see how Muneeba is perhaps angry about her mother's "stories" because she felt neglected. This is a nice human touch.

The confrontation between the Djinn and Red Daggers, plus Kamala, is expected, and the car chase is cool. Less expected is Kamala seeming to travel back in time to 1947. This episode builds and develops on so much, yet the world keeps expanding. Hugely enjoyable telly.

Martyrs (2008)

 "It's so easy to create a victim, young lady. So easy."

I'd be amazed if there was a more disturbing film than this in all of existence. Immediately after watching it I, being quite hardcore, had an experience I'd never before undergone in all of my forty-five years. I felt... not sick, there was no prospect of vomiting, buty something analogous to it. I went into a cold sweat. All this from the profound sense of existential dread by which I, an atheist with stoic and existentialist philosophical sympathies (although, of course Marcus Aurelius would obviously beat Jean-Paul Sartre in a fight), was overwhelmed with. It was a profoundly cathartic and satisfing experience. No other film has ever done that to me.

I shall say as little as possible about the plot: existential dread is a dish best served cold. I shall say that, yes, there's a lot of gore in this film, but the gore is not there to give us a distasteful voyeuristic pleasure. It is necessary. It is instrumental. It exists in order to hammer home (literally, at one point) the hard philosophical subtext that is fare more horrific, for all its abstractness, than any of the hard-to-watch gore.

The film pulls no punches. It brutally exposes the cruelties of life, the absurdity of mortality, the inevitability of suffering and the certainty of death. And yet the final, devastating revelation may, perhaps, contain a kernel of hope. As Existentialists know, in a meaningless universe, we are free to create our own meaning. And there can be no greater freedom.

The acting, the direction, the visual storytelling and especially the storytelling are exquisite, whatever else one may think. This film, despite being truly great in my view, is not one I can honestly recommend to any but the most hardy soul.

The Guardians of the Galaxy: Holiday Special

 "I'm sorry! GoBots killed his cousin!"

This is one of the finest Christmas sitcom episodes- for that is what this is- that I've ever seen. It's superb. And not only for the fact that the eponymous Kevin Bacon is seen watching Santa Claus Conquers the Martians. I like the bloke already, even if he is one of those disgusting actor folk.

The plot may be cheesy- Mantis and Drax feel sorry for Peter Quill at Christmas so they, er, kidnap Kevin Bacon, much hilarity ensues, and Mantis finally tells Peter that she's his sisater. Aww. Heartwarming. Yet the whole thing is gleefully silly, does a lot of violence to the fourth wall, and gets its humour from its well-crafted funny characters. Drax we know well, but Mantis is really fleshed out here, and she's bloody likeable.Kevin Bacon is, of course, awesome, but not as awesome as Mantis and Drax getting rat-arsed from their cosplay money in Hollywood.

Yes, the dodgy ethics of just kidnapping a Hollywood star and, you know, assaulting a few police officers is handwaved away, but why not? That's the tone.

That song about Christmas at the start is a highlight- that Santa Claus chap sounds terrifying. So is "this is human trafficking". But the whole thing is awesome. This is the greatest science fiction holiday special since 1978, despite the lack of Wookies. Plus, Groot as a Christmas tree is a perfect ending.

The Day of the Triffids (1981): Part One

 "If it were a choice of survival between a blind man and a Triffid, I knoew which I'd put my money on."

Obviously, being the sort of chap, I've read the John Wyndham novel several times, although probably not since John Major was prime minister, so it's been a while. Suffice to say I loved it, but was a wee slip of a lad at the time. And still am, of course, at a mere forty-five years.

This is the first adaptation I've seen, and I'm impressed. It's incredibly cheap so far, of course, very close to being a one-hander with John Duttine as Bill, other characters appearing only in flashback, and relativrly few sets in this all but studio bound production. Only on brief occasions do we have the building entirely surrounded by film.

The tape recorder is a bit obvious as an excuse for exposition, but I'll admit the premise is well-introduced and the storytelling is clear, as we feel throughout the tension building for both the world, as we slowly realise what has gone wrong, and Bill, whose worries for his eyesight are shared by us.

And those Triffids avtually look bloody terrifying.

I'm very impressed indeed so far.

Venom: Let There Be Carnage (2021)

 "You said I could eat bad guys!"

I only watched this film as an easy watch after a knackering day, expecting a non-demanding bit of third rate superhero fluff- much like this film's predecessor, enjoy it though I did.

Instead, directed by Andy Serkis- he of the recent extraordinary performance in Andor- we have a taut, entertaioning action film that doesn't outstay its welcome and develops its characters superbly. I know not of Carnage and Shriek- they are after my time as far as the comics are concerned- but I really loved them as characters, well written and acted. Woody Harrelson in particular is superb as a serial killer who, we learn only at the last minute, was made that was by child abuse. It just goes to show that those who participate in judicial killing, whether signing death warrants or administering a lethal injection, are as evil as their victims and deserve no less.

Not only the villains are well-characterised, of course. Ediie and Venom's bromance gets a nice little arc, and both of them come to accept that Anne is lost to them, and to wish her well.

The plot is simple yet effective, with the King Kong conclusion an oldie but goodie. This is a film about love, however twisted; about the lingering effects of child abuse; about the evils of judicial killing- those who take part in this vice all die- but, most of all, it's a rollicking ride.

And that mid-credits, echoing Spider-Man: No Way Home: the fugitive Eddie/Venom are in the MCU...?

La Belle et la Bete (1946)

 "May the Devil himself splatter you with dung!"

I'm not kneejerk anti-Disney- I have a seven year old daughter; I'm not allowed to be- but there are Disney fairytales and there are real fairytales, invariably much darker, from an ahe when it was understood that tales for children needed a certain amount of darkness.

This is, basically, not the Disney version. Barring a few sensible adjudstments (Belle hasn't got eleven siblings, just a mere three), this is pretty much the original tale by (deep breath) Gabrielle-SuzanneBarbot de Villeneuve, no relation, I assume, to the Canadian racing drivers. She wrote the tale in 1740, but the costumes here reflect the reign of Henri IV, with the men all having very long hair, like mine, and stovepipe hats.

Story-wise, this is the proper fairy tale, with a couple of artistic twists towards the end. The acting is superb. But this is not the point: it's the 1940s. Realism rules.Yet Jean Cocteau, no slave to convention and apparently having a very proper appreciation of the Greek myths,is a bloodyt genius diredtor. The various disembodied hands within the Beast's home are magnificently weird, as are the moving statues. This is the type of fantasy cinema that would go on to influence much, including Pan's Labyrinth.The imagery, as well as the storytelling, are iconic, yes, but that ois insufficient praise. This is a mouls to be used by so much fantasy cinema, yet it's more than that. This is fairytale cinema done seriously and beautifully.

Century Falls: Episode 6

 "Before disaster came, when things were perfect still."

This script is beautiful; consider the quote above with its perfect iambs. And this is a beautiful finale, satisgying thematically as much as in terms of plot, with every character getting perfect focus and development.

I've been ambivalent about Century Falls. It's been fun getting the Doctor Who Easter Eggs- characters called Ashe and Josiah, a mysterious Watcher, the whole vibe. And I'm aware there's a lot more subtext here- about hope, about indivoiduality vs comformity on several layers- that I've been slow to realise. But it has, at times, been hard going.

That is not at all the case for this perfect final episode. Even Julia gets redemption and closure, and only Josiah unambiguously dies. It took a while to get here but this finale makes me glad that, like Tess, I kept the faith.

Ms Marvel: Destined

 "Excuse me, Miss Agent... next time, remove your shoes."

Where to begin here? Perhaps with the reveal that Kamran's grandma Najma is the leader of a group of ageless djinn, seen in flashback in 1942, and that Kamala's missing grandma is one of them. Perhaps we begin at the end with that train to Karachi- is Kamala's missing grandmother returning?

Perhaps we begin with the tension between Kamala's secret and her parents who are, in the main, supportive. Or Nakia, a close friend, who is upset to find that Kamala has been hiding big things from her. Or with Bruno, who is soon off to Caltech and away from his friends.There's a lot going on.

But it's also lovely to see Muslim people presented as normal, the culture of the subcontinent, a Muslim wedding followed by a Bon Jovi covers band and Bollywood dancing. And to see the imam's (and Nakia's) response to Damage Control, comedy official baddies representing Islamophobia.

And let's be clear: I'm an atheist. No religion, or its beliefs, should be free from criticism. But there is a point- a point which the likes of Richard Dawkins and his ilk have repeatedly breached- at which that kind of thinking- thinking that I share- can cross a line and assist in the demonising of a minority group which has uncomfortable echoes from the 1930s.

I love this series. It reminds me of early '60s Spider-Man, but with samosas.

Century Falls: Episode 5

 "I've never tied anyone up before..."

I have, thus far, defended RTD's script for Century Falls while allowing criticism to fall upon the production. After all, the dialogue is rich and the characters convincing. And yet... this fifth episode is just running around to no good purpose.

Worse, the revelation of who Julia is falls flat. I expected more than some nebulous sense of her being some kind of gestalt entity for the whole village. There's some nice character stuff wiyth Carey and Ben, and the two Harkness sistors, and the cliffhanger is exciting, but tnis penultimate episiode has very little substance.

This is, perhaps, a fifth episode thing. RTD is, as we know, a bloody good writer, though rather young here. And Dark Season was a pair of linked three parters.

Hopefully the finale will impress.

Better Call Saul: RICO

 "Blow my magic flute..."

It's getting increasingly difficult to find new ways of saying that each episode of Better Call Saul is bloody excellent telly, but my God this is gripping. Jimmy gets properly stuck into a new case where old people in a homde are being defrauded, things seem to go well... and even Chuck seems to get his mojo back. And potentially be cured? We shall see. I'm certain he's doomed.

It's great seeing the whole story unwind. There are moments of simultaneous comedy and ingenuity, such as jimmy writing a legal document on toilet paper. And the David vs Goliath nature of all this is shown by a posh, espensively dressed lawyer calling Jimmy while he's stuck in a bin.

We also see Mike as doting grandfather, and hints that he's looking for a new job. And we get a fascinating flashback to Jimmy's relative youth, with him being resourceful and Howard being, as ever, a dick.

Writing, direction, acting... all are excellent. And the story is unfolding very nicely indeed.

Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure (1989)

 "Be excellent to each other!"

Obviously, I've seen this film a million times. That goes withoit saying. But that was before my blogging days, and it was in another century. And besides, the wench is... sorry.

Anyway. we all know the story, and how splendidly silly it is; Bill and Ted must manage not to flunk history (how do they pass everything else???!!!) in order to one day form the band that will end all war and poverty by being awesome. This proves that we metalheads will save the world, although presumbly with better guitars.

It's not about this. It's about the gleeful playfulness with history, the irreverence. It's about that late 80s rock zeitgeist. It's about Keanu Reeves' firsr venture into Hollywood, although Alex Winter is seemingly the more characterful of the two. It's about Napoleon and water slides.

It's about military schools, presented here as comedy, but... resder, if you have ever sent your child to one, taught in one, or endorsed their existence in any way, you are subhuman scum. That is all. Thank you.

It's about the coolness of shsdes in 1989. It's about how the phone box time machine is in no way the TARDIS, and how the very concept of a phone booth evokes such nostalgia in 2022.

This very silly and very cool film is not, on the surface, very clever. But thst's misleading as there's quite a lot going on, much of which breaks the fourth wall.

5 Minute Dating (2010)

 "It's quite a funny story, actually..."

I love a horror film with a punchline.

This is at once a sad little meditation on how unfortunate datring must be for the disfigured while also having fun with the concept. There's a lot of gleeful body horror. And the punchline, of which I shall say nothing, is great.

The comic acting, too, is flawless, from a largely unknown cast. And one cannot but praise the make-up.

The film may be short- it is, ineffect, structured as a one liner, but it's brilliantly executed and bloody hilarious. I shall say no more, as spoilers really matter here, but watching this is an excellent use of four minutes, should nuclear armageddon happen. Although you may well just miss the punchline.

Curve (2016)

Good old Existentialism. Life is a struggle with no objective purpose, but there is liberation in the fact that we are therefotr free to make our own.

This applies no less if one happens to be suspended, on a curve, above an abyss and struggling to cling on to life. The concept of the film is superb, but so is Laura Jane Turner's extraordinary facial acting, with not one word of dialogue. The visual framing of every shot is sublime. Each minor event is hugely shocking and effective. The increasingly bloody hands of our nameless, desperate protagonist foreground the utter absence of any hope. Yet she struggles, she asserts herself regardless. And there is power in that, a power she creates for herself.

It is the concept itself that lingers in the mind. For we are all mortal, and must live with the certainty of our eventual extinction. It is up to us to find our footholds, however bloody our fingers become, to struggle through the suffering that is life, to find meaning in the brief candle of existence.

Pondering such things puts me in a defiantly upbeat mood. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm a bit weird.

Portrait of God (2022)

"Why does God appear to them and not us?"

This, at seven and a bit minutes long, is a serious contender for the best horror film I've ever seen. It's a simple, existentially deep idea, perfectly executed. 

The framing of the shots, and the camera's use of darkness, are exquisite. From the very beginning the darness blurs the distinction between the diegetic and the non-diegetic. And the horror comes not from jump scares and gore but from old-fashioned suspense, and what we don't see. Darkness again.

As for the brief appearance of God... Slenderman, step aside. The design and framing of the concluding moments are another level of exquisite.

Possibly in Michigan (1983)

 "The three of them have two things in common- violence and perfume."

We live in a surreal world. One where male violence against women is, to a degree, normalised, and we almost accept it as natural that women should not have the freedom to walk alone in the dark that those of us with a y chromosome take for granted. This is surreal, so why not use surrealism to tackle it?

This short bit of surreal cinema is absolutely superb, subverting the male gaze in every way. The acting style is deliberately removed from realism. Musicals are surreal by nature, and this leans into that. The most obvious phallic symbol is a pathetic little worm. The scene of sexual violence is particularly surreal in its presentation, removing any possibility of fetishising it.

The music, font, clothes, everything, are of course gloriously '80s, but the message resonates just as strongly forty years on, sadly.

Braindead (1992)

 "I kick arse for the Lord!"

I utterly adore this film with all my heart. It is, of course, absolutely nothing like a cerain trilogy Peter Jackson would later helm. Said film may evoke the New Zealand landscape spectactularly but, well... the cast is as follows: the Hobbits consist of two Americans, an Irishman and a Scotsman. Aragorn is Norwegian. I could go on. 

But this film is very New Zealand.

This film is gory in exactly the way non-gore fans like myself prefer: comedically. And it fulfils the comedy enormously Yes, we end with a splendid, extended, zombie set piece, as we may well espect and want. But this film is New Zealand genius.

The zombies, including the zombie baby (it's a nuce sequence), look superb. No CGI here: it's 1992.  Have sime stop motion instead.plus the verbal wit is superb. Really superb.

The acting is sublime. Let us mention in dispatches Timothy Balme, whom I know not from anything else. The kung fu priest is hilarious, but there are so mmy genius linres. The '50s setting wasn't necessarily essential, but it adds depth: it works. The script ks comedy genius. The gore is... and I choose the adjective with care... hilarious. This superb New Zealand fim has a serious claim to being the greatest zombie film ever made.7

Ms Marvel: Crushed

 "No Snapchatting in the Masjid!"

This is, of course, another perfecr episode. Witty, full of humour and character, and once again subtly introducing both Islamic life and South Asian culture to an American audience. We get a potted history of Partition and get a nicely effective look at what it's like inside a Mosque and the different cliques that frequent it.

We also learn a little more about Kamala's mysterious and controversial great grandmother, about whom rumours abound. She gets her second outing as a superhero.And we meet the baddies- Damage Control, from an old limited series or two back in my era.

And we meet the almost comically seductive Kamran... and his mother.

This is utterly magnificent telly.

Andor: Rix Road

" Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that."

This is, if not unexpected in what happens, a tense and taut finale with lots of intense character moments as everyone gathers round for Maarva's funeral- with her fiery death speech inspiring the people of Fennix to rise against the empire. Hope may, indeed, lie in the proles.The riot is glorious.

Other sruff happens; Mon Mothma lays the ground of a cover story for her financial doings, but nevertheless introduces her daughter to that dodgy bloke's son in a possible forced marriage, Ouch. But it's mostly focused on and around the funeral, with Andor rescuing poor Bix and getting his friends a way off the planet. Interesting that Syril Kane should save Dedra from certain death. He clearly has not only ambition but a huge crush on her. To be continued, I've no doubt.

The ending is something of a cliffhanger; will Luthen, who will do anything for the cause, murder Andor to keep him quiet? Cassian calling his bluff is an extraordinary piece of acting from Diego Luna. And this is an extraordinary finale.

Century Falls: Episode 4

 "Being alone is the easiest escape there is."

This episode is the turning point, full of revelations. Tess and her mother are reconciled, both with each other and with the truth: Elizabeth was adopted, but was born in Century Falls. We also hear a fuller account of what happened in 1953, and who Century is... although we get only hints of who Century is.

We learn who it is that Richard Naismith has been keping prisoner, though; his own father, Dr Josiah Naismith. We Doctor Who fans find all this very Ghost Light, no doubt very deliberate from RTD. There are lots of nice little character touches, too- Julia's manipulation of Ben, and her interesting longing for oblivion. Who is she?

And yet... somehow the brilliance of the poetic, beautiful script is not conveyed well by the visuals and, perhaps, the acting. Nevertheless, this is getting interesting.

Ms Marvel: Generation Why

 "You're Kamala Khan. If you want to save the world, then you're going to save the world."

I'm far too old to know Kamala Khan from the comics; she's after my time and Carol Danvers was my Ms Marvel. But that mean's I'm coming to this series fresh... and it's wonderful.

How to sufficiently praise this delightful piece of television? As a comedy, it works perfectly- witty; real, likeable characters; superb and visually comedic direction. Hilarious, fourt-wall breaking, but with real heart. Kamala, her parents, her brother Aamir, and Bruno are all instantly both likeable and real, which is a triump of both script and acting.

Also, this is an American show, and the USA has a history of not being great in its depiction of either South Asian people or Muslims. It's so refreshing, as a Brit, to see something that evokes Goodness Gracious Me or Bend It Like Beckham in the lightly assured way it has fun with the cultural contrasts without ever stereotyping.

The episode establishes both the characters and the set-up with aplomb. So what is this bracelet from Kamala's grandma? What does it do? What are the family secrets? I'm excited.

Better Call Saul: Bingo

 "Why are you sending her to the cornfield, Howard?"

This episode isn't as good as the last one, but what episode is? This is neveryheless an intriguing little self-contained little story that presumably finishes off the tale of the Kettlemans. Yet, beneath the fun, Jimmy isn't seemingly doing very well, despite his bluster.

Indeed, there's an air of impending tragedy. Chuck has found a sense of purpose and optimism which is bound to be dashed... although what is Jimmy's rather obvious plot to get him to look at those files...? Mike seems to be in legal trouble, but seems to have ways of handing it which Jimmy is clearly not privy to. But I love the vibe between the two of them.

The episode, despite its cleverness, is about two very tough decisions. The decision by the Kettlemans to accept their fate, and what is best; and the decision by Jimmy to do the right thing for Kim. He genuinely loves her, which is heartwarming. Yet, for valid reasons, she has to turn down his business proposal.

I suspect things are not going well for Jimmy at all. And we shall soo see the fallout. Excellent bit of telly.

Century Falls: Episode 3

 "I'm aware only that three spinster women have nothing better to do than gossip."

This is, it has to be said, a slow episode, but I don't think the failt is that of RTD's script, which feels very classic kids' TV stuff and, I noticed today, has twin sisters named "Harkness", a link between Agatha and Captain Jack.

Of course, the big character thing is that Tess's mother wants to keep her away from the Harkness sisters, bitter at what Esme said and understandably so. But the way she speaks to her poor daughter for believing the story is horrifying.

We see a little more, though not much, of what happened at the temple in 1953, and a gold masked woman called "Century". It's a nice drip, drip, drip for the third episode of six.

And then the big revelation... Julia, the "maid", is really in charge. I didn't see that coming, but it makes sense in hindsight. Is she Century? I'm dsure there's much to come.

And yet, despite the script, I think the direction and the cast aren't quite selling this as well as they could.

Andor: Daughter of Ferrix

 "Everything's all right..."

After last week's extrsaordinary drama it's back to getting all the pieces in order for the final two episodes. It's an episode of prep, not bnecessarily of action. So we get Andor and Melshi- and very possibly no one else- off that prison planet hellhole. We, and poor Andor, learn that his mother is dead. We, but not Andor, see that the funeral is being prepared by Dedra as a trap.

Yet the rest of the galaxy, under the Empire's horrifying totalitarianism, remains a prison. We are reminded of Bix's awful torture. Mon Mothma condfides to Vel how much trouble she's in, and how she will have to accept the betrothal of her only daughter to the son of a monster for the greater good, a particularly harsh example of the kind of brutal moral choices made routinely by Luthien- one of which is revealed to a horrified Saw.

Luthien gets the coolest moment, of course, as his little ship rather awesomely outmaneouvres a Star Destroyer.

It's all character and plot thread development with no fireworks. But the fireworks are coming. And yet again the world building is superbly on theme.

 

Moon Knight: Gods and Monsters

 "Are you an Egyptian superhero?"

"I am."

This surprisingly short yet satisfying finale packs everything in. We have an epic battle full of twists and turns between a despearate Khonshu and a terrifying Ammit. We have Tawaret continuing to be adorable, and Layla being awesome as her temporary avatar. We get cool superheroics in the heart of Cairo.

Yet we also get more scenes in the psych ward; we're made clear which reality is real, but Marc really does have Dissociative Identity Disorder, in a way which involves no fantasy elements whatsoever. And, as we're to discover- and have, I think, had hints of previously- that there is a third, and rather violent, personlaity: Jake Lockley.

Yet the core of it all is the new-found bond between Marc and Steven. This is at once a simple and a complex finale.

And I appreciated the not-so-subtle tribute to Bill Sienciewicz.

Century Falls: Episode 2

 "All the past of Century Falls- and it's coming back."

The plot thickens. So Richard has powers too, as do many in the village; Ben is merely particularly powerful.Then there's the "Gathering", where those villagers with a "birthright"do this psychic seance type thing. Oh, and no pregnancy in the village has been carried successfully to term for forty years, which is not good news for Tess' mum.

However, good though the script is, and good though much of the adult cast are, this suffers a bit from an abundance of child actors, all three of which are adequate but little more. There's an intriguing and effective atmosphere, though, in spite of this clearly not being an expensive programme to make. 

The village's attitude towards outsiders is clearer now, with Tess and her mum in a rather worrying position. Richard is all the more sinister. And what is this creepy, gold-masked figure? This is a very different series to Dark Season, and the characters, while well written, are less charismatic; there's no one to compare with Marcie.

Still, I'm enjoying this.

Easy Street (1917)

It's been a while since I've watched a silent comedy short, so here's another one. After all, all of them are well out of copyright and many if not all of them can just be watched on YouTube or similar.

This is a another fairly early Chaplin short, although it's very good indeed, with the visual comedy being truly first class and Chaplin himself being extraordinary- the mannerisms, the walk, the facial expressions. He's every bit as good as his reputation.

As ever, with silent films and especially with comedy shorts, you really have to focus on what's going on visually. I'll admit that there are bits of the plot I only really grasped after reading a synopsis. It just goes to show how the experience of watching a film is so fundamentally different if everything has to be communicated visually in a world where cinema-goers were all used to that level of concentration as a matter of course. The rise of sound would fundamentally change that.

Yet the humour absolutely works, a hundred and five years later, despite coming from a time when Russia had a czar and the Ottoman and Austro-Hungarian empires were still a thing. In many ways, the world as seen in this comedy is a very different one from ours. But slapstick is timeless. And this is some of the very finest slapstick known to humanity.

The Dark Knight Rises (2012)

 "No guns. No killing."

"Where's the fun in that?"

I've been putting off this film for years. Oh, its predecessor was a good action film, and was centred around a sublime performance by the late Heath Ledger. But it wasn't a good Batman film. I was expecting the same of this.

I was wrong. This is both a brilliant action film- the set pieces are universally sublime- and an equally brilliant Batman film. The typically wooden performance of Christian Bake matters not: the characterisation of Bruce Wayne, eight years after Batman has retired and Rachel has died, is at the centre of everything. He slowly regains hope, is beaten away from it, and symbolically rises from mpossible odds. It's all sublime.

I know not of Bane from the comics. He was after my time. Yet Tom Hardy, despite some accent slippage, is excellent as the muscular, pseudo-intellectual ewpitome of the sort of characters that could only have existed in the '90s.

A more pleasing character is an unusually engaging Catwoman: Anne Hathaway is both charismatic and brilliant, with so many little nuances to her performance. Joseph Gordon-Levitt is superb as a young, orphan cop who identifies with Bruce becausevof how he lost a parent. Morgan Freeman, as Lucius Fox, commentts wryly on the corporate side. Alred, meanwhile, has lost his stiff upper lip. Yet, if he's played by the extraordinary Michael Caine, who cares?

Yes, everybody bloody knows Bruce is the Batman. But I found this film to be excellent. Both the direction and the performances were sublime .

Moon Knight: Asylum

 "There can be no progress without understanding."

Ok. This one is deep. Almost certainly the pivotal episode, in fact.

This is a superb piece of television. We know not what is real. Is it the asylum, with Dr Harrow? Is it the Egyptian afterlife, with the lovely goddess Tawaret. Along those two realities, we have Marc's traumatic past, How he, being very young, led his younger brother into a cave and he drowned. And yet... we saw his mother neglectfully entrust the safety of her youngest son to his still very young older brother. She's a grown-up. Her Ro-Ro's death is her fault.

Her physical and mental abuse of Marc is inexcusable, despite her grief., and we see it through Steven's horrific eyes ashe sees the "mum" he's been frequently phoning. She's dead. And an abuser. It's made very clear where Marc's demons come from. And, indeed, where Steven came from. This is a place of real darkness. And from there, we see the disturbing origin of Moon Knight.

As an aside, I'm glad they acknowledged, within the origin story we see here, both that Khonshu is a manipulative bastard and that Khonshu is Jewish. As for whether reality is the mental hospital or the Egyptian afterlife, it's left nicely ambiguous.

But don't you want to hug the lovely goddess Tawaret? She may have helped Marc escape to stop Arthur, But Steven's soul is gone..

Andor: One Way Out

 "I burn my decency for someone else's future..."

This is an extraordinary episode of television. Obviously the focus is on the priso escape, a heost in reverse, full of drama and tension. But, more than that, it's about the intense and extraordinary performance of Andy Serkis, whose performance deserves recognition come award season, as Kino Roy, a man of such intense and nuanced character who saves everyone yet must be left behind because he cannot swim. It's that good. That alone is enough to elevate this episode to the sublime.

And then we get Luthen, coordinating the Rebellion, making harsh decisions, choosing to let the empire kill fifty men rather than reveal the existence of a spy. And his speech, when challenged by the spy, is a thing of art, expressing the moral ambiguities which one must face when destroying fascism.

Thois is an upbeat episode. A moment of triumph, as five thousand men escape. Yet the existential horror of tyranny remains. The Empire is not some movie serial space tyranny. It is Lukashenko. It is Khamenei. It is Trump. It is Crown Prince Mohammed. It is Putin. As ever in Andor.

Century Falls: Episode 1

 "If you were born outside Century Falls, you're always an outsider!"

Yes indeed, this is a local village for local people.

I've been wishing to watch this early kids' drama by Russell T. Davies for years. It's very different from Dark Season, but feels very much in the lineage of a certain type of childrens' telefantasy. We have the Falls themselves, a mysterios temple that burned down forty years ago despite being made of stone- are these suspicious villagers pagan? Have Tess and her pregnant mother stumbled into The Wicker Man?

The characterisation, and the dialogue, are brilliantly RTD. Tess and her mum seem very real in comparison to the otherworldly villagers and those strange kids, Carey and the disturbingly odd Ben, a complex figure, with bullying tendencies and hidden depths, seemingly feared even my hos despairing father.

So many secrets and subplots are developing already, yet it's all very easy to follow. This is all rather intriguing.

Moon Knight: The Tomb

 "I squashed it, I squashed it."

I was enjoying Moon Knight already... but that was a turn to the unexpected. Shades of Legion there.

The bulk of the episode, with Steven and Layla exploring the tomb, is perhaps a little slow, despite the hostile mummies and the revelations. Layla and Steven are getting on really rather well, and Marc is jealous, keeping his distance from Layla only to protect her from Khonshu. It's a very interesting two body love triangle.

Yet we also have the revelation that Marc's "partner" killed Layla's father. Is this "partner" a third persona, perhaps the same one as has been hinted at before, a bloodthirsty killer?

We also have the tomb of Alexander the Great. And Steven showing himself to be a bloody good arccaeologist.

The conversation between Layla and Harrow is fascinating. But not as fascinating as what happens when Harrow shoots Marc, and reality gets very weird and uncertain. I don't really think that Marc is in a mental home and Harrow is his psychiatrist, but I have no idea what's going on. And I like not knowing.

And then a bloody hippo-headed goddess appears. Brilliantly bonkers.

Better Call Saul: Five-O

 "I am asking you to take a few ounces of lukewarm coffee and spill it on him."

Bob Odenkirk is certainly  in this, an episode of the show in which he's the nominal star. He even gets a moderately meaty and typically enjoyable supporting role, which nicely develops the relationship between him and Mike. But this, for one episode only, is The Mike Ehmentraut Show. And Jonathan Banks, after several episodes of him being a mysterious figure in the background if not for the obvious dramatic irony, gives us an extraordinary star turn.

The revelations keep coming as the mystery is develops. Mike's son Matt, a cop too, is dead, leaving Mike's daughter-in-law Stacey and his beloved Kaylee. And so we learn the devastating story of how Mike came to Albuquerque.

The episode is cleverly structured, like a whodunit. But it also shows how damned clever Mike is, with the trap he lays for his son's killers. Yet the most extraordinary part of this extraordinary piece of television is Mike's monologue to Stacey at the end. Jonathan Banks gives us, for the first time ever, a deeply emotional Mike. And his performance is an absolute tour de force. Incredible.

Johnny Got His Gun (1971)

 "I'll pray for him for the rest of my days. But I will not risk testing his faith against your stupidity."

Two things first. One: this film is one of the finest works of cinematic art to which I've been exposed, and I've blogged many hundreds of films. I'm very grateful to the lovely individual who introduced me to it. Two: yes, I've seen the video to Metallica's "One" probably hundreds of times. That means, firstly, that there were spoilers, although I don't think that matters and, secondly, that finding clips I recognised provided some relief from the beautiful yet cathartic horror of what this film is about.

It's an anti-war fim, yes, completely and absolutely; the end caption drives that home. But there is so much subtext here. The poetry of both the dialogue and the direction is painfully exquisite. The sheer horror of imagining oneself without eyes, nose, limbs, mouth, movement, yet forced to live one's natural span with nothing but interior life and what touch and feeling one is permitted. The ambiguity between dream and reality, with sedatives further blurring the lines. The importance of kindness, a kiss on the forehead. The joy of sunlight. 

The longing for extinction. For this cannot be life.

Joe's dreams of the past- in colour, for the monochrome of the present has an obvioius symbolism- mix memory and surrealism. The sweet yet only time that he and Corrine, people of their time, in 1917, enjoy the union of their bodies. His innocence. The cynical evil of a world that, having communicated with him and registered his wish to die, keep him alone, secret, to live and suffer. The frustrated kindness of the nurse and his love for her. 

It's hard to process, shortly after a first viewing, how much meaning there is in this film.But it is magnificent, cathartic, beautiful.

Andor: Nobody's Listening

 "I can't help him. I can't help anyone."

Andor continues to be the best television exploration of totalitarianism. Where to start? With Dedra being menacingly evil while having Bix tortured, with her being scarily efficient at uncovering everything? With Mon Mothma be caught with her funding rebel activities, and by the way Vel is her cousin? 

All these things emphasise the sheer intensity of Imperial oppression. Yet there are those who benefit. Dedra, despite the tightrope she walks. Syril Kane, who seems to be obsessed with her as much as his own ambition. That's a fascinating and creepy dynamic.

But the focus is on that prison, The horror of it, the hopelessness of escape. Yet, slowly, even Andy Serkis' prisoner supervisor starts to see the hopelessness as an old man, forty shifts from release, has a stroke and is euthanised. And it's realised that no one ever leaves; released prisoners are simply reassigned. There are only life sentences. That's evil.

And even the supervisor turns against them.

This is bleak, powerful stuff.

Moon Knight: The Friendly Type

 "To signal for an audience with the gods is to risk their wrath."

Wow.This episode switches everything around. This time we follow Marc Spector with Steven in the mirrors, pleading his hieroglyphical expertise; quite the reversal of roles. And it's fascinating to see the new dynamic, Marc as leading man, Steven in his old role, Layla's dynamic with nthem both.

But the scene now shifts to Egypt, a fascinatingly different setting and dynamic. And somehow Ethan Hawke as Arthur Harrow is even more exttraordinarily charismatic. He really does steal the show. And yetv Oscar Isaac is astrounding. The transition from Marc to Steven is an amazing bit of facial acting.

And so much happens in Egypt. The gods of said ancient land... get gaslit by Arthur Harrow. Wow. Thart's embarrassing. Poor Khonshu.

Yet the wider Marvel universe impinges for the first time. We meet the Egyptian pantheon, via their avatars. We get mention of Madripoor. We get Midnight Man. I suspect all of this will resonate later more than it does now. The Egyptian gods, gulls though they may be, shall recur.

As shall I. This programme enthrals me.

Andor: Narkina 5

 "You think the Empire stops to catch its breath?"

The episode begins like the Space Fall episode of Blake's 7 as a pseudonymous Andor and others are transported to a  prison planet, but soon takesa darker turn as we are forced to see the shher awful grind of life in an Imperial factory prison.

Yet the prison works also as metaphor for totalitarianism under Empire, with all civil liberties and natural justces eroding into utter tyranny. Yet, like a boiled frog, much of the populace, particularly privileged senators on Coruscant who, unlike a Mon Mothma desperately trying to hide her illicit funds, come out with statements like "If you're doing Nothing wrong, what is there to fear?" 

Yet all prison sentences are doubled. Arrests and imprisonment are, as we've seen, arbitrary. One is reminded of the vile, disgusting, tyrannical leaders of Russia, China, Iran, Myanmar, Belarus, Saudi Arabia and others. Palpatine is no different, but there is hope despite the oppression. As Luthen says, tyranny begets rebellion. And I suspect we're seeing that in the person of Kassian. Even Bix is arrested...

Absolutely first class.