Before Midnight
What a gamble! What a pay-off! Can you think of a trilogy on an upward trajectory? (Maybe Connery’s first three Bonds: DR NO - FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE - GOLDFINGER). Not only that, where no part has misfired, and the final two segments are arguably fault-less? Exactly. High five team Linklater-Delpy-Hawke, high-f*cking-five. BEFORE SUNRISE was an enjoyable romance. BEFORE SUNSET blew me away. As I sat down to watch BEFORE MIDNIGHT my stomach churned, as immeasurable excitement mixed with trepidation. Could lightning be bottled twice? Rest easy peeps, they’ve done it again. [To read more, click here.]
Snitch
The Rock, a.k.a. Dwayne Johnson, getting beaten up by some teenage punks is unheard of in his oeuvre. Even in the WALKING TALL, he eventually found his rucking groove. Johnson is demoing his range in SNITCH. Bad-assery has been dialled down, and pensive anxiety switched on. “Inspired by true events”, so say the titles. How much of any of this is actually factual is neither here nor there; a political message has been woven into the tapestry of a generic thriller, hoisting up what might otherwise have been a TV-movie-of-the-week. Oh yeah, and the plethora of recognisable faces, attempting to inject gravitas. [To read more, click here.]