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Curse of the Pink Panther (1983)

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His new girlfriend was a little deflated.
His new girlfriend was a little deflated.

Twitter Plot Summary: The Pink Panther franchise continues to hobble on, despite the fact its lead died some years previously. Thank Grud for Turk Thrust II.

Cobbling together a film after your lead actor has died is clearly a bad idea. It certainly didn’t work in Trail of the Pink Panther, a tribute to the comic genius that was Peter Sellers which used previously unseen footage and a few segments of new material to create a new, if totally uneven, story. So as a director whose success is tied to your lead actor’s performance and insanity (in this case, Blake Edwards) what do you do when your lead actor dies and you have a dearth of alternative opportunities? Why, you try desperately to spin the franchise off with a new lead character, of course, now with Sergeant Clifton Sleigh (Tim Wass) who is, for want of a better term, the American Clouseau. That’s not a good thing, it turns out.

You can almost feel the padding from the off – Clouseau interrupts a meeting between Joanna Lumley and some other moustachioed menace, his face hidden in shadow. Then a few minutes of extended credits with the animated Pink Panther fill time, almost unnecessarily so. It transpires that Clouseau has vanished and has somehow become a national hero, much to Chief Inspector Dreyfus’ bafflement and chagrin. Following an amusing sequence where they use a computer to pick the best candidate for locating Clouseau, Clifton Sleigh is selected and heads off on his trail. This includes revisiting old faces from the franchise, including an increasingly aged David Niven, Burt Kwouk as Cato, and Harvey Korman as Professor Auguste Balls (don’t ask), and – let’s face it – not much else.

His second girlfriend wasn't much better.
His second girlfriend wasn’t much better.

Thankfully Herbert Lom is as batty as ever as the long-suffering Dreyfus. It’s him in fact that sells this production, one of the very few highlights in an overly long and mostly tedious picture. His regular appearances, constantly being accidentally injured thanks to Sleigh’s bumbling, add levity that makes you wish that Dreyfus was the focus rather than Sleigh. Without Dreyfus, this would be near unwatchable.

Then there is that cameo at the end, with Roger Moore taking on the role of Clouseau post-plastic surgery. It’s here that some of the fun from the previous films makes a return, but it’s all too brief and carried only by Moore’s charisma and ability to pratfall with the best of them. Wass looks like an amateur by comparison. It’s sadly no surprise that Wass has not achieved much fame since stepping into the shoes of Peter Sellers, in front of the camera at least – he’s forged a successful career as a director instead.

Other gags fall flat – the repeated gag of the Italian American gangster types always eating when they discuss business is poorly established, and the pratfalls handed to Sleigh – once the domain of Clouseau – on the whole feel forced and without Sellers’ nuance. It’s clear that Peter Sellers was a hard act to follow, and Curse clearly demonstrates that the magic went with him. In many respects this is a tribute act to the Sellers run of films, nothing more.

Score: 2/5

Watching a Film At The Cinema… Alone.

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It’s an odd feeling, having the whole cinema to yourself. It’s only happened to me twice before, once for the 2011 Winnie The Pooh (admittedly I wasn’t alone as I’d gone with my then-girlfriend), and more recently for an evening showing of Broken City, a distinctly average political action thriller released in 2013 and starring Russell Crowe and Mark Wahlberg. Technically you could argue that I wasn’t the only person in the screen for Winnie The Pooh, but as there were no other punters I’m claiming that instance as valid for this discussion. Both films aired at different times of the day, with Pooh starting at 11am on a Sunday morning, and Broken City showing at 9pm on a Tuesday night, so the only comparison I can draw is that either the film’s were’t very good (incorrect, as Pooh was most entertaining), or that because the screenings were at either extreme of the day people couldn’t be bothered making the effort to attend. This I feel is the more likely explanation of the two.

A large part of this comes down to choice of venue for seeing the film. In both of these cases my viewing took place at what is technically my local cinema in Redditch. Local in that it is the nearest cinema to where I live. The nearest to where I work – and the one I frequent most often – is the Cineworld on Broad Street in Birmingham. The differences between city and moderately large town are made all the obvious in that I have not once been the only person at a screening in Birmingham. There have been times where there have been only a few others in attendance, but in all of the nearly 200 visits I have made to that cinema to date I have yet to be the sole viewer of a film. By comparison I expect that if I were to toddle off to the cinema down the road, and depending on the film in question, I would very likely be the only person there again.

In some ways it’s a great experience, having an entire cinema screen all to yourself. You can pick the best seats in the house (middle of the row, about two thirds back from the screen) and enjoy the film without having to worry about other people making a noise or distracting you from the on-screen action. In one instance recently whilst watching Lucy (the film, not a random woman), an amorous couple decided to get intimate on the front row and, unfortunately for me, in the corner of my field of vision. The fact they’re getting intimate in a public place doesn’t bother me all that much (perhaps it should?), my main concern was that I could vaguely see fumbling in the bottom left corner of my vision, thus distracting from the film and, perhaps more importantly, that if they wanted to partake in such action they should have retired to the back row – for want of a better term I will describe this as the traditional method for public displays of affection in a cinema setting.

On the other hand, and maintaining that negative perspective for a moment, it’s not a nice thought when you consider that an empty cinema means a greater chance of it closing. I fully appreciate that a trip to the cinema is expensive, and can be more costly than a trip to a moderately fancy restaurant. The cost of tickets are bad enough as it is – why pay £8 to see a film at the cinema when you can buy it on DVD and Blu-Ray in a few months for a little bit more money? Or when you can get Netflix or Amazon Prime or even Sky, if you’re lucky, for a fraction of the cost that you’d have to spend if you wanted to see the film immediately on release rather than a few months down the line?

I would also put more in the hands of the cinema owners to make a trip to the cinema a more interesting and varied experience. The likes of The Electric in Birmingham are doing well in this respect, providing the cinema experience albeit one that’s more refined and different to the usual expectations. A big chain of cinemas isn’t likely to do this as they are almost guaranteed income from providing the same old things time and time again.

Back to the potential cinema closure aspect – in this day and age of cutbacks and supposedly more efficient ways of running a cinema using a skeleton staff of all-rounders (they can serve you your overpriced beverage and also look after the digital projectors), it often results in a reduced and much more inferior service to your paying customers. In Redditch we went several years without a cinema in the town, and I was a regular visitor when the Apollo chain first opened their doors. As time has gone on, seven or eight years since that first opening, I can’t help but feel that it’s not being managed well enough to appeal to the more fickle cinema audience that resides in this town, and that may lead to the town losing one of its already very limited entertainment resources. I admit I’m not helping by visiting another chain in the city, but that’s a convenience thing and I’m certain that my presence or lack thereof in the town cinema will make much difference to their overheads, especially as I don’t tend to buy cinema food very often.

Anyway, I digress slightly. As somebody who, for the most part, enjoys solitude over the company of others, an empty cinema doesn’t provide any problems for me. I can enjoy the film in my own way and, provided the projector doesn’t suffer an unexpected fault, I can make the most of the big screen setting without interruption. Despite my mostly solitary nature, this is one of the reasons I enjoy the cinema setting – with the right audience there can be much to enjoy from a communal experience, and in some instances I would prefer the screening to be packed with people rather than me being the only one there. I’ll just chalk this one up as an example of my rather conflicted nature about interacting with the rest of the human race, and leave it at that.

Nightcrawler (2014)

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I'd trust this man.
I’d trust this man.

Twitter Plot Summary: Lou Bloom spots an opportunity to work as a self-employed nightcrawler, filming accidents etc for local news channels.

X-Men fans, try not to look too disappointed. Rather than being a solo movie starring everyone’s favourite “BAMF” powered mutant, Nightcrawler is a completely different beast entirely. Lou Bloom (Jake Gyllenhaal) is an intensely unlikeable person, a common thief who steals and scrounges for a living until he happens upon an accident on the freeway, which is captured on film by a couple of freelancers who regularly swoop on such accidents. Bloom sees an opportunity to get involved in this business and the line between seeking genuinely shocking news footage and carefully arranging accidents in order to make a quick buck is soon blurred.

Gyllenhaal is pitch perfect as Bloom, a man distant from the emotional ties of everyday existence and capable of seeing through all of the lies and nonsense that dictates how our lives run. It’s a performance that is deserving of attention when awards season rolls around, thoroughly invested in the character (does Bloom ever sleep?) and portraying him in such a way that the audience loves to hate him and are keen to see exactly what he does next. In cinema’s long list of unlikeable protagonists, Bloom is destined to appear in the top 10.

In supporting roles are Rene Russo as the television executive who chooses to buy Bloom’s footage, a woman who finds herself desperate to cling onto her job and ensure the station receives ratings by any means necessary. Riz Ahmed, best known previously for his role as a wannabe terrorist in Four Lions, is Rick, a man with no prospects taking a job offered by Bloom to work as camera man and navigational assistant. Finally there’s Bill Paxton as an older nightcrawler who despite being in the business for years hasn’t managed to get beyond owning a beat up old van and just scraping by.

"Okay, and if you could just stay dead so I can get this shot, that's be great."
“Okay, and if you could just stay dead so I can get this shot, that’s be great.”

This is yet another film where gorgeous cinematography brings Bloom’s world to life, Robert Elswit’s work in this area is on par with the likes of Roger Deakins and Wally Pfister. Very rarely do we see anything set in daylight hours, a permanent twilight setting is the standard, albeit not to the same extent as Dark City. At its heart of course is a satirical comment on the invasion of the media into all aspects of the modern world, most notably by keeping the characters with a moral objection to events conveniently sidelined. There is a vein of blackly comic humour running throughout, either underlined by Bloom’s attitude towards other people or through the interactions between Bloom and Rick. Often the humour is so dark you may find yourself feeling guilty for laughing. It’s at this point you know the script has done its job.

The subject matter is disturbing but remains engaging regardless. You’d be hard pressed to find a more unpleasant, morally objectionable subject for a mainstream thriller, but it’s this and Gyllenhaal’s performance that mark out its selling points, and raises legitimate questions about how we absorb media content, and the moral lines we are willing to cross in order to be “entertained.”

Score: 4.5/5

The Right Stuff (1983)

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They all felt a little self conscious in their foil suits.
They all felt a little self conscious in their foil suits.

Twitter Plot Summary: The origins of the United States space programme and the men who were chosen for the task.

The 1950s and 1960s were a time of exceptional courage and expedition, the human race constantly pushing forward, wanting to explore the very limits of human endurance and to achieve new highs – in this case literally – for the sake of exploration and nothing more. Well, besides getting one over on the Russians as and where possible.

This is not a film that focuses on the fighting amongst the test pilots chosen for the Mercury missions – other than a brief moment of conflict they are a united force against the suits and scientists who have a different opinion as to how the mission should proceed. Their home lives are explored as their wives and families fear for their safety. It’s possible to argue that this is a very blinkered view of a woman’s existence as they do little else but adhere to the tenets of the Bechdel Test, but bear in mind that this was 1950s/60s America for one, a world in which racial intolerance was just one of many issues let alone the release of women from the domestic lifestyle. Still it’s easy to empathise with them – their husbands have a more than casual attitude towards death and the exploration of the women’s coping mechanisms for this lifestyle is well handled.

The perils of being a test pilot at that time are made abundantly clear from the off – there are two funerals for deceased pilots within the opening half an hour. The film is book-ended by appearances from test pilot Chuck Yeager (Sam Shepard), constantly pushing boundaries at the uppermost levels of human ability despite his lack of involvement in the space programme.

The sheer exhilaration of exploration is captured through Philip Kaufman’s occasionally breathless direction, balancing the needs of the emotional core of the film with the adventure aspects near perfectly, never feeling the urge to step too far away from the action or get in so close you can’t see anything.

Nailed it. Like a boss.
Nailed it. Like a boss.

Then there’s the cast, a huge number of famous faces ranging from a young Jeff Goldblum to some impressive central performances from Dennis Quaid, Dennis Quaid’s epic grin, Ed Harris, Ed Harris’ piercing blue eyes, and notable mentions also for Fred Ward, Scott Glenn and Lance Henriksen. In terms of the pilot’s wives, Barbara Hershey and Veronica Cartwright are on top form. You’d be hard pressed to see either of them provide a bad performance in any of their back catalogues, and they more than hold their own against the alpha male antics of the test pilots.

There are many films that are deserving of the attention bestowed upon them, and for various reasons The Right Stuff should be lauded as one of cinema’s finest offerings. It’s not a lean film by any stretch, clocking in at just over 3 hours, but as an indication of its quality the time simply flies by. To maintain such interest in a story for that period of time is an art form in itself, and for this and many other reasons The Right Stuff should rightly be considered a classic.

Score: 5/5

Wreck-It Ralph (2012)

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So much awesome in one room.
So much awesome in one room.

Twitter Plot Summary: Wreck-It Ralph has been a bad guy for 30 years. Now he wants to be a good guy – can he make the switch?

Five Point Summary:

1. Hah, Bowser!
2. Hero’s Duty? Sounds a bit like… oh right, yeah.
3. And meet the cutesy girl character in the cutesy land.
4. They’re crossing the streams! As it were.
5. Oh right, so that’s why King Candy is so delightfully evil.

Pixar’s movies often feature an outsider seeking acceptance in one form or another, the protagonist a misunderstood person who secretly wants more from their life. In this case, Ralph is the villain of classic video game Fix-It Felix Jr, who on the eve of the 30th anniversary of his game’s release attends a support group meeting where video game bad guys discuss their woes. After 30 years of being the villain and, as he puts it, living alone in the garbage rather than being allowed to join in with all the fun, he wants to be recognised as a hero for once,

Pixar have created a believable and well-realised world in which the characters from every game in the arcade exist and can interact. This is Game Central, a hub linking each of the games and acting much like a train station. It’s from here that Ralph decides to jump into other games in the quest for recognition and a medal to clearly demonstrate that he’s not all bad after all.

Other than Game Central where all of the video game characters interact, much of the story takes place within three video game worlds, namely Hero’s Duty (a first person shooter), Sugar Rush, a sickly sweet racing world, and of course Fix-It Felix Jr, a 2D 8-bit video game from the 1980s that owes much of its design to Donkey Kong. In the world of Sugar Rush he meets glitchy character Vanellope who dreams of being a racer, and it’s here that much of the story takes place.

Wreck-It Ralph features a huge number of loving references to video games history and its characters, both old and new. Fans of the world of video games will get a lot from those references, not only because there’s lots of them but because there are some fun blink and you’ll miss it references (Metal Gear Solid gets specific mention for a 2 second easter egg). It’s a shame that some of the more recognisable video game mascots aren’t seen (Mario, Lara Croft, Crash Bandicoot etc), but the appearance of Sonic, Street Fighter stalwarts and even a brief cameo from Mario’s enemy Bowser help balance this out.

So... sickly... sweet... blergh.
So… sickly… sweet… blergh.

John C Reilly is loveable as the big, destructive hulk that is Ralph, a warm and welcome presence in the lead role. Around him are equally as enjoyable characters, including Jack McBrayer as Fix-It Felix, essentially a Mario clone, and Sarah Silverman provides spark as Vanellope. Jane Lynch offers gutsy support as Sergeant Calhoun, a character ripped from the Call of Duty-esque Hero’s Duty. On villain duties is Alan Tudyk as King Candy, and it goes without saying that his performance is superb as always, a pitch-perfect balance of slime and wily cunning that would make Blackadder proud.

If there is any sense of a misstep it’s that arcades are a shadow of what they used to be back in the 1980s, and there is almost no possibility that the arcade linking Game Central would exist in the real world today. But then this is not something that plays a part within Wreck-It Ralph’s world and certainly isn’t something that the young audience need to be aware of to enjoy the film. It’s a well thought out world with enjoyable characters and situations, and that’s what it needed in order to succeed.

Score: 4/5

Fury (2014)

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"Do your job or I'm gonna kiss you on the lips."
“Do your job or I’m gonna kiss you on the lips.”

Twitter Plot Summary: WW2 is nearing its end, yet the fighting is at its most intense. Shia LeBeouf isn’t annoying either.

You could probably describe Fury as a film about “the little tank that could”. If that description also included lots of mud, violence and squelching sounds. And death. Lots and lots of death. It is April 1945, and the war is reaching its end. The fighting has become more extreme following Hitler’s decree of Total War, which involved the mobilisation of men, women and children to defend the Reich despite the fact the war was clearly a lost cause. We’re given the opportunity to follow the crew of the titular Fury, a Sherman tank commanded by Brad Pitt as Don “Wardaddy” Collier and populated by an odd bunch of men emotionally deadened by the destruction of war – Bible, played with a surprising lack of irritation by Shia LaBeouf, the obligatory Hispanic Gordo, played by Michael Pena, and the also obligatory man from the South, Jon Bernthal’s Grady Travis. They are joined by typist Norman Ellison (Logan Lerman), a replacement for the crew’s former gunner whose face and other body parts that now adorn the inside the of the tank.

Despite the violence there’s little in terms of bloodshed, which is possibly why Fury only earned a 15 rating rather than the more graphic 18. People burn to death, are mashed by tank shells and bullets, but the levels of gore are otherwise quite limited. Thematically Fury is all about the horror of war, the hell on Earth nature of the conflict and how it affects people involved in it. This is not a film where comedic moments are used to lighten the tension. It’s an entirely bleak and appropriate perspective on war and any such attempt to break the dark mood would have been at odds with its nihilistic viewpoint.

Despite appearances, he's not annoying in this film.
Despite appearances, he’s not annoying in this film.

There are a few niggles that prevent Fury from being the quintessential war film, instead placing it firmly in the “simply entertaining” bracket. An ill-judged dinner sequence in a German home adds little to the plot and slows the action down to an almost unnecessary pace. There are also issues with the character development, as Norman’s transition from green recruit to near-hardened soldier feels rushed and underdeveloped. Pitt’s tank commander has some decent development and it’s a solid performance from him as always, showing a man on the verge of physically breaking down, however the rest of the crew are only defined by their Southern drawl, their Hispanic origin, their adherence to Bible scripture, and nothing else, and are as one note as it is possible to be.

Of note is the appearance of the only working Tiger tank in a showdown with four Shermans. The Tiger, maintained by the Tank Museum at Bovingdon, is a stunning piece of machinery and it’s great that the production company chose to show it in action for this film. It’s a shame that not all of its elements could combine to make it a quintessential war film, but what Fury does get right – the mud, the violence, the fanatical defence of Germany – it does well.

Score: 4/5

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-OGvZoIrXpg

Believe (2014)

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"That's Rolf Harris. Best you stay on this side of the field."
“That’s Rolf Harris. Best you stay on this side of the field.”

Twitter Plot Summary: A retired Matt Busby reflects on the Munich air crash whilst managing a team of youngsters in an amateur competition.

In principal Believe has a good concept at its heart, the fictional tale of an elderly Matt Busby, he of Manchester United and the Busby Babes fame, coaching a team of delinquent youths in an amateur seven a side football tournament. This is interspersed with flashbacks to the 1957 airplane crash that he survived, but which killed most of his championship winning Manchester United squad. The effect intended of this is clear, that we’re placed on this world for a reason, that we survive challenges and dangerous situations because we have another purpose yet to be determined.

Rather than being the heartfelt movie that was clearly planned, instead it finds an uncomfortable balance between northern drama and sports movie. It even features a terribly cloying score that tells you exactly how you’re supposed to feel about the scenes of domestic drama (oh how sad, etc), and the remainder of the soundtrack uses pop songs from the era, used only to provide 80s context to the story – because Dead or Alive were big in the 80s. And Morrissey? The less said about him the better.

Toby Stephens is lumbered with a buffoon of a school headmaster with a pretentious name and an equally as pretentious moustache. When he is seen prancing around to The Liberty Bell, amongst other things also being the theme song to Monty Python’s Flying Circus, the origins of his character soon become apparent. Whilst the character does remain a buffoon throughout, he has a change of heart in the final act that doesn’t fit in with his development up until that point.

It was only after thirty minutes of driving she realised her son was still in the car.
It was only after thirty minutes of driving she realised her son was still in the car.

Brian Cox is on his usual top form, and while it is clear precisely why he took the role, the presentation sadly leaves much to be desired. The moments of quiet reflection as he mourns the loss of his young squad are the moments that ring the most true, as is his passionate belief in the positive aspects of football. It’s sad in a way that there’s little mention made of the fan violence that affected the sport during this decade as the film could have had a stronger core principle. Much like England taking part in a penalty shootout, it’s a missed opportunity.

Its heart is in the right place, but Believe only works on the odd occasion rather than consistently. It would have been better for focusing more on Busby’s regrets and realisation that he can still serve a purpose rather than the football tournament the kids take part in. Tying in the story of Georgie, the boy whose petty criminal actions persuade Busby to come out of retirement, to Busby’s previous career would have also assisted greatly. It’s another missed opportunity as without something like this to add weight to the narrative it almost feels like Busby and the young squad are just muddling through – disappointingly the rest of the team barely get a mention, defined by being small, wearing a hat or being a girl. A few tweaks is all it needed, but it is ultimately a disappointment.

Score: 2.5/5

Full Metal Jacket (1987)

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Hartman took his boot camp freakiness all the way up to 11.
Hartman took his boot camp freakiness all the way up to 11.

Twitter Plot Summary: The Vietnam War, as perceived through the eyes of Stanley Kubrick.

Working on a Stanley Kubrick film, for the majority of actors anyway, was perhaps much like the opening 40 minutes of Full Metal Jacket, an unrelenting boot camp maintained by an exacting and precise taskmaster. R Lee Ermey, no stranger to the world of boot camp discipline, is Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, a man inclined to hurl all levels of abuse at you in a bid to turn you into a perfect killing machine. In some cases this level of extreme discipline can work wonders for churning out obedient little soldiers, although it’s perhaps best avoided if you’re trying to train up someone like Vincent D’Onofrio.

Once out into the real world of war, things don’t get any better. This is a world in which there are no good guys or bad guys, just people trying to kill one another in the name of their cause. Blood is spilled, people die, and it often leaves you asking the question: why? There’s no solid reasons given for the war taking place, no real explanation for why these men are throwing their lives away.

Matthew Modine is Joker, a man who represents the duality of human nature, a man who craves peace yet finds himself in a position of aggression, firing weapons in anger at an enemy who doesn’t play by the supposed rules of war. He’s a dissenting voice against the need for war, yet by necessity finds himself having to kill or be killed. There’s an interesting sideline in the effects of war journalism in that Joker is recruited as a war correspondent, however his objectivity could be called into question given that he is reporting from within, and also by that point he’s lacked combat experience.

"Bad new guys - Domino's have said they won't deliver this close to the front line."
“Bad new guys – Domino’s have said they won’t deliver this close to the front line.”

Vincent D’Onofrio is a revelation as Gomer Pyle, a private who doesn’t take well to Hartman’s constant barrage of putdowns and abuse, eventually reaching snapping point with surprising consequences. He may not be in the film for the entire running time, but it’s his sequences in boot camp, and Ermey’s role alongside, that live longest in the memory.

Kubrick’s usual style and attention to detail can be felt in every frame, either in his choice of composition for each frame of the film, or the decision to juxtapose death and destruction with pop songs. It’s a typically precise effort from Kubrick, every element of the film telling its own story whilst contributing to the overall narrative, the psychological aspects of warfare covered amongst many other thematic points of interest. In some instances he could be said to have an almost too clinical perspective on events, but his visual style is something that contributes a lot to the narrative rather than takes away from it.

By the finale the duality represented by Joker is fully explored and the true futility of war is covered. But then it’s not as blatant an anti-war film as you might expect, rather it’s as much a satire of the concept of war and the explicit nature of conflict than it is a diatribe about how war doesn’t solve problems. I wouldn’t call it the greatest war film ever made, but it does raise some very interesting questions.

Score: 4/5

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x9f6JaaX7Wg

Cinema Ticket Prices

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Cinema ticket prices have always been above average when compared to other entertainment mediums, and their cost is yet another barrier to more people visiting the cinema for latest films. This is a greater concern as time goes on and the expansion of other, cheaper methods of accessing new films via digital distribution.

For those not aware, the reasons for prices being as they are is down to the percentage split of ticket sales between the cinema chain, the film distributors, and the film makers, all of whom are due a section of the financial pie. This may have changed since the last time I read up on the subject, but at that time the rough breakdown of ticket sales was 25% to the cinema, 25% to the distributor and the remaining 50% went to the filmmaker. So for every £9 cinema ticket sold, the chain will make about £2.67 – not a huge amount. It’s this that explains firstly why each ticket costs about the same as if you waited and bought the DVD on release, and also for the massive mark-up in the cost of cinema foods. The cinema needs to make money in order to keep bringing films in, it’s as simple as that. They’re also hoping you’ll spend a bit of money at the snacks counter while you’re there, but thankfully restrictions on taking your own food into the screen have been relaxed in recent years.

Whilst I appreciate the necessities of the capitalist system and the fact the cinema needs to make money in order to stay open (boosted by their sale of a variety of cinema snacks), the reality is that if you wanted to visit the cinema at least once a week it would cost you over at least £40 a month unless you took advantage of the regular discount deals that the cinema chains offer. If you’re a dedicated cinephile then it would cost even more – in this financial climate it’s not sustainable. So what are the alternatives? Well, as I’ve discussed here before, in the UK there are a number of digital subscription models available, with films released on those platforms not long after the cinema run has ended. The problem there is that, due to licensing issues, there isn’t a one size fits all digital content provider where you can get everything in one place. If you’re really keen on having access to everything then you’ll need to subscribe to multiple services – something that has the potential to cost much more than what you would spend at the cinema.

Is there any way around this? Without turning to piracy, no. For me I’ve found it best to work out what services best suit my film needs and only pay for the services I will get extensive use out of. For now, that includes a discounted Sky TV subscription which includes all the movie channels (On Demand Sky Movies has been particularly useful) and a Netflix subscription for direct to DVD films and the like. I’m also a long time subscriber to the Cineworld Unlimited card and buy films on DVD and Blu-Ray as and when I have the money for it. More than enough, oftentimes too much to stay on top of. If I’d subscribed to Amazon Instant Video and/or Blinkbox or even any of the other subscription services then I’d do literally nothing else but watch films constantly. Not a bad ideal to wish for, but Real Life does require consideration every now and again. On that basis I have no problem with cinema tickets costing what they do – but only provided I can watch a film without it being ruined by other cinema goers. When that happens – very rarely, admittedly – it’s preferable to wait for it to appear on digital distribution and watch it at home.

This Is Not A Film (2012)

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Iranian cinema struggled with finding decent locations and building sets.
Iranian cinema struggled with finding decent locations and building sets.

Twitter Plot Summary: Jafar Panahi is an Iranian filmmaker banned from making films. So he made a film anyway. Kind of.

Five Point Summary:

1. A structured opening.
2. Putting tape on the floor.
3. Lizard time.
4. Filming on a phone. Needs must, I guess.
5. Going downstairs in the lift.

Don’t let appearances deceive you – this really is a film despite what the title states. In fact it’s more of a film than the original presentation sets out – on the surface level this is a documentary about a single day in the life of Iranian film director Jafar Panahi as he waits to hear about his appeal over the six year prison sentence and ban from film making imposed on him by the government. It begins, as ever, with Panahi pointing the camera at himself whilst he eats breakfast. After a telephone conversation with his defence team discussing the possibility of a reduced or waived sentence, Panahi invites his friend Motjaba over to be his cameraman, and from here they start reading and enacting the last script that Panahi wrote and planned to make before his arrest.

Looking deeper it transpires that the one day documentary is in fact a well-constructed lie, having been shot for 4 days over 10 in total, and then smuggled out of the country on a USB stick hidden inside a birthday cake.

Despite the less than honest nature of the setup, This Is Not A Film is not to be judged on this fact, as it covers a huge amount of territory in terms of the nature of the creative mind and the desire to tell stories, the crippling effect of what seems to be unnecessary state censorship, and the desires of a person who is banned from expressing himself in any capacity. The opening is very deliberately staged, it being clear to an astute audience that the breakfast sequence and Panahi listening to voicemail messages were not spontaneous moments captured on film. By the time you reach the final third it’s clear that, rather than events unfolding naturally this is a meticulously staged story, but that’s not to say it isn’t engaging or a strong message about political censorship, because it clearly and distinctly succeeds on both of these points.

Co-stars for life.
Co-stars for life.

Panahi is an enjoyable presence in front of the camera, thoroughly engaging and prone to flip between his boundless creative enthusiasm and moments of ennui thanks to the situation he finds himself in. It’s certainly one that most creative types will no doubt empathise with – if you are not permitted to express yourself, how would you survive?

Perhaps most tragic is the fact that Panahi remains under house arrest despite the condemnation of this by the wider international community, and a change of government in Iran since the initial arrest and ban was imposed. Despite the ban he’s still been able to make and release two films in the interim, which just goes to show that imposing an arbitrary ban on a creative mind will only lead them to finding ways around that ban. As history has proved time and time again, censorship will never stop creativity – it’s just a shame that, despite the skills necessary to create something entertaining and with purpose, it often has to be against other forces acting against you. In some respects it’s the nature of the beast, and in This Is Not A Film Panahi has perhaps taken this concept to its most extreme level.

Score: 5/5