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Friday, 25 March 2011

Source Code

After the success of Brokeback Mountain, it's only natural that Jake Gyllenhaal would be attracted to another script in which he finds himself inside the body of another man. However this time round it's his mind which is squeezed into some poor sap's unwitting noggin as he's made to relive the same eight minutes of time over and over until he can discover who blew up the 0730 train to Chicago. [insert obligatory Groundhog Day reference]
Despite all the marketing to the contrary, Source Code isn't concerned with time travel as much as it is with parallel universes. At least I think that's what it's concerned with - it was a bit tricky to glean from a rushed and mumbled exposition scene in which Jeffrey Wright babbled about quantum physics and parabolic calculus before pointing over my shoulder and shouting "What's that?!" then running away before I had chance to ask what the hell he was on about.

Obviously it doesn't matter a hoot how Jake ends up in his doomed temporal loop, but what happens during those repeated minutes, and fortunately what happens is sufficiently exciting for a Saturday night popcorn flick, if not as extraordinary as director Duncan Jones' fantastic debut Moon might have led us to hope.

Given a considerably larger budget this time round, Jones sensibly doesn't blow it on massive CG sequences and set-pieces. Source Code is still a relatively "small" picture about two or three people, and like all the best time travel - sorry, parallel universe - movies, the fantasy element is there to serve the story rather than vice versa.

Gyllenhaal is as watchable as ever, Michelle Monaghan (to whom I am married in a parallel universe) does an exceptional job of dealing with the insanity of the plot in a totes convincing fashion, Vera Farmiga talks into camera a lot and Jeffrey Wright has clearly polished off all the catering truck's ham.
Ben Ripley's script is good old-fashioned hokum for the most part, although the ending raises countless moral and ethical questions that the film isn't interested in, suggesting a darker, more interesting sequel in some version of the future.

In a movie that feels a bit like a job interview, Duncan Jones proves that he can handle the complexities of a larger budget, a few action scenes and another brain-twisting script, but the final product contains none of the atmosphere or great moments of his debut. He's clearly a talented director and the inevitable superhero reboot and Christopher Nolan comparisons await, but for now Source Code feels like a step on the way to greater things. The next step being to stop shoehorning Chesney Hawkes' "The One And Only" into his films. Nobody needs that.

Thursday, 28 January 2010

Up In The Air


If you're looking for reviews of Up In The Air and have several months in which to read them, you're in luck because every bugger out there has used up petabytes of text writing about this whimsical bit of flim flam. Empire cracked off no less than 1,255 words about it, festooning it with red stars like it was some kind of Communist headquarters, while even the usually blissfully concise Ultra Culture managed to stretch its review out to nearly 500 words.

Up In The Air isn't bad as such, quite enjoyable in fact, but in no way is it exceptional, extraordinary or otherwise notable. The acting is good but that's to be expected rather than applauded. George Clooney's character is interesting but ultimately watered down by the film's cheesy message. It's a solid 6 out of 10 film.

Here are the two most interesting things I could find to say about Up In The Air:
  • It features the least sexy phone-text-sex scene ever. I get more erotic text messages from Orange telling me how many free minutes I've got this month than George Clooney does from Vera Farmiga. She should have just texted him anagrams of her name, there must be something saucy there.
  • The aforementioned Ms Farmiga has been subjected to the most obvious replacement-by-naked-body-double since Tobey Maguire:

So there you have it. Go and see it by all means, but Jesus, no need to go on about it.

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