Showing posts with label Brendan Gleeson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brendan Gleeson. Show all posts

Sunday, 12 October 2014

Live Die Repeat: Edge of Tomorrow (Doug Liman, 2014)

Judging the poster, Live Die Repeat: Edge of Tomorrow looks like a computer game – I wonder, is this the new state of cinema? The clunky, robotic military gear harks back to Total Recall or Starship Troopers – or, in games, Gears of War. Tom Cruise, last seen in similar dystopian-future film Oblivion, is Major Cage, a press-face for the military who suddenly finds himself on the front line of the fight against the alien. Emily Blunt, returning to time-travel films after Looper, is Rita, an outstanding soldier who knows what Cage is going through. In true Groundhog Day fashion, Cage wakes up every time he is killed to relive the final two days of an epic battle, and Rita is the key to his redemption and to saving planet Earth itself.

Located in London, Live Die Repeat: Edge of Tomorrow is initially a fish-out-of-water plot, fused with a socio-political edge. The charming, cheeky Major Cage is a high-ranking official who appears on TV but doesn’t fight himself. Confronted by General Brigham (Brendan Gleeson), he is ordered to serve alongside the troops in France (in an invasion modelled on the opening attack in Saving Private Ryan). Glibly, he refuses. He attempts to bribe the General too, only to wake up in make-shift army barracks on Heathrow’s airstrips. What begins as a subtle criticism of those in power lacking awareness of those on the front line is soon forgotten though, as the time-travel plot begins. Suddenly, the focus is primarily on Tom Cruise’s need to survive. It harks back to the socio-economical subtext of Elysium, which again, is forgotten about once one-man’s survival is at stake.

Outside of Cruise, the majority of roles are standard caricatures for a sci-fi/war genre film. Almost immediately after waking, we repetitively meet Master Sergeant Farrell (Bill Paxton), a Kentucky-born disciplinarian. Reciting lines of literature to rank himself amongst the hard-nuts of army officers in cinema, his approach is so stern as to direct gambling soldiers to preposterously eat their own playing-cards. Emily Blunt herself seems bland and lacks authority to truly support her ‘Angel of Verdun’ credibility. Against Ellen Ripley or Sarah Conner, the angel would have her wings clipped.

But (going by its cinematic title) Edge of Tomorrow is not aiming to showcase complicated characters, or make profound political points. In Gareth Evans’ The Raid, many noted the computer-game progression of the narrative. Level-by-level, working your way through the building, to the big-boss at the end. Edge of Tomorrow is the same, with “extra lives” and advanced weapons to make the stakes higher. Except some people (though not the target-market for this film perhaps) don’t play computer games – let alone play them for the nearly two-hour runtime of this film. For some the relentless action is too chaotic.  The frustration with repeating a sequence can grate, while the more profound elements are left to the side for the sake of a plot-beat that keeps you engaged. Edge of Tomorrow does manage to showcase some breath-taking war-torn landscapes while the comedic-moments as Cruise plays with his time-travel skills are fun. But the story lacks the philosophical scope of The Matrix, and misses the political points of District 9. This is fun, goofy action, with a quirky unique-selling-point, but it can’t break free from the formulaic core at its centre. It feels like we’ve seen most of this before.

This post was originally written for Flickering Myth on 1st June 2014 and adjusted for the change of title when released on DVD/Bluray

Wednesday, 17 August 2011

The Guard (John Michael McDonagh, 2011)

"I'm Irish. Racism is part of my culture"

Introduction

Irish Cinema over the last few years has been dominated by Irish-playwrights-turned-filmmakers. Mark O'Rowe wrote the recently released Perrier's Bounty, Conor McPherson directing and writing The Eclipse and to most critical acclaim Martin McDonagh's hit-film In Bruges. Ironically enough, Martin McDonagh's brother, John Michael, is not a playwright - never has been - and he has helmed the most recent Irish comedy The Guard. The film has been incredibly successful - currently sitting pretty at the Number 2 spot as most-sucessful-Irish-independent film in Ireland - more succesful that In Bruges and closing in on The Wind That Shakes the Barley by Ken Loach. When Slashfilm's Germain Lussier says "'Hot Fuzz’ Plus ‘In Bruges’ Equals Funnier Than Both." and Wendy Ide stating that this is "Without doubt the strongest debut film of the year so far", it is clear this is one film not to ignore.

The Bad Cop

The Guard tells us the story about Garda (Police) Sgt Gerry Boyle (Gleeson) as he investigates the murder of a local lad and the ensuing drug-operation that is occuring on the West Coast of Ireland. To add to the mix, FBI Agent Wendell Everett (Cheadle) joins the force to assist and, to put it lightly, Boyle is the last person Everett wants to be paired with.

Imagine Philip Glenister's 'Gene Hunt' from Life on Mars combined with Nic Cage's immoral Bad Lieuteant: Port of Call New Orleans, in Ireland, and we are getting closer to The Guard. But it would be wrong to assume that Don Cheadle and Brendan Gleeson are a funny-duo in a buddy-comedy. The Guard, like In Bruges is marketed as a comedy. But again, like In Bruges, the comedy has a darker undercurrent. The opening sequence shows a group of reckless teeange-drivers speeding through the Irish landscape and, as they pass Boyle, they crash. Its a bloody crash and bodies lie strewn across the road - yet Boyle ruffles through the pockets and steals some drugs. You can see that McDonagh does not want an Irish version of Hot Fuzz with the comedy and these gritty elements give the film a realist-edge. 

Cinematic Language

To use the western-genre on the Irish landscape is pure cinema - utilising the sound, the visuals and the script, unlike the heavy reliance on script alone that McDonagh's playwright-comtemporaries evoke in their films. Calexico provides the soundtrack and it is clearly inspired by the Ennio Morricone scores of Sergio Leone's spaghetti-westerns - and as we see Boyle prepare for his day of work he could almost don the man-with-no-name cape before he leaves. Even, the choice of cinemtographer in Larry Smith (of Eyes Wide Shut and Bronson) shows McDonagh relying much more on visual spectacle than script alone.

It is a strong film, but the climactic shoot-out feels a little too inevitable. Considering the film seems to go against the grain wiht lines such as "I'm Irish. Racism is part of my culture", it is a shame that the film ends with a 'showdown'. In Bruges has a stand out sequence as Ralph Fiennes explains how "this is a shoot-out", effectively mocking the inevitable consequence of a film - even Mark Strong explains the nature police-blackmail in The Guard. Though The Guard attempts to set itself aside from the buddy-comedies and fish-out-of-water films, it inevitably adheres to the codes and conventions of these films in the final act.

LOVEfilm organised the screening and, during the Q&A with McDonagh following the film, he explained how when Gleeson and Cheadle read the script and were involved days later. Even Mark Strong, who McDonagh was sure would be too busy, ensured he made time for it in his schedule. It has such strong characters that this quality is supported by an increidble, passionate knowledge of cinema - and it is this that put this film in a league of its own.

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