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Happiest Season

TriStar Pictures, 2020

’Tis the Festive season and what better way to start it than with the fantastic new Christmas romantic comedy Happiest Season. The sophomore directing effort from Clea DuVall (who you may know as stoic FBI agent Marjorie from Veep) is chock full of Christmas spirit and timely queer commentary; equally hilarious and emotionally impactful thanks to wonderful performances from an all-star cast led by Kristen Stewart and Mackenzie Davis. While it may lean into some rom-com tropes a little too heavily, the abundance of charm and the genuine investment in the characters DuVall creates makes it easy to forgive these minor imperfections and appreciate this soon-to-be modern Christmas classic.

Abby (Stewart) and Harper (Davis) have been going strong for a while now, and are at the point where Harper thinks it is finally time to introduce her long-term girlfriend to her family. What begins as a well-intentioned, spur-of-the-moment invitation soon turns to anxiety for Harper – who has yet to come out to her otherwise oblivious family – prompting her to ask Abby to pretend to be her roommate until she plucks up the courage to reveal her secret. Once the couple arrive at the Caldwell residence, we are given a tour of this unusual family through the eyes of Abby (our audience surrogate) as she is introduced and begins to get a clearer picture of the quirky dynamics at play. Ruled by snobbish, overbearing parents Ted (Victor Garber) and Tipper (Mary Steenburgen) are the sisters of Harper: Jane (Mary Holland) and Sloane (Alison Brie), who in turn commands her husband (Burl Moseley) and two children with an iron fist.

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DuVall’s excellent script (which she co-wrote with Mary Holland) instantly establishes each family member of the familial unit; identifying their own specific quirks and challenges to overcome. It goes a long way towards making everyone feel like real (if overly quirky), fully fleshed-out people and establishing their specific relationships with Harper. Sloane has been knocked down the social ranking of daughters by her parents for prioritising her children over a successful law career, vaulting Harper into the favourite position and causing some serious tension and resentment. Meanwhile the eternally positive Jane has clearly been in her position at the bottom of the pecking order for a while, abused by the entire family and meeting it all with sheer optimism (and some hilariously overbearing mannerisms). This entire dysfunctional family synergy is due to patriarch Ted’s pursuit of political power, a path which has led him to present an extremely conservative public image; one that Harper fears will never recover from her true sexuality being exposed. It is this fear that causes Abby to agree to the ruse, but as things become increasingly complex and confusing, the relationship begins to strain and Abby must decide whether to wait for the woman she loves to publicly accept her or leave it all behind and move on.

From a story perspective this is your typical “getting to know the folks” comedy. Meet the Parents wrapped up in copious amounts of tinsel and Christmas cheer. What differentiates it from other comedies of the sub-genre is the richness of the world around the Caldwell clan. Aside from the central family, DuVall fills the screen with one interesting or hilarious character after another, with all the pop-ins and interactions serving to either alienate Abby further from this change in her environment or give her some respite from the stress of the trip. One of DuVall’s Veep co-stars (I won’t spoil it) crops up for a scene as a mall security guard that will have you in stitches. Similarly Aubrey Plaza delivers great, albeit slightly less sarcastic work than usual (sorry Parks and Recreation fans) as Harper’s ex-girlfriend and an unusual ally for Abby. It’s a far more meaty role than the security guard but one that still feels a little underdeveloped and convenient. Riley’s character delivers a different angle to the queer experience that is important to point out, but the film never really chooses to focus on it too deeply; wrapping everything up in a neat little package without ever fully unwrapping it in the first place.

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The performances are where Happiest Season excels the most. Kristen Stewart leans into the emotional side of her character, exposing a vulnerability that some viewers may not have thought her capable of. Her usual laid-back, grounded acting style goes a long way here to offset the zaniness of the Caldwells and makes her the perfect window for the audience to view these bizarre Christmas events. Mackenzie Davis’ Harper gets a little bit less to work with in regards to screen time but makes up for it with a richly layered performance. Her story will be familiar to so many within the queer community and the struggle she goes through is as emotionally devastating as you would expect.

The standouts here are without a doubt Mary Steenburgen and Dan Levy. Steenburgen steals every scene she is in as Tipper, constantly berating her daughters with scathing comments about their life or fashion choices as she struggle to document the Christmas season on her newly created Instagram. There is a charm that offsets all the nastiness and you feel that her criticisms come from a place of love; that she is unable to express herself in a positive way and Steenburgen is hilarious in the role. Similarly Dan Levy acts as Abby’s confidant and guide through the trip’s events, dishing out laughably terrible life advice and constant reminders that he is tracking her every movement. Levy doesn’t get a lot of screen time but makes a huge impact on the film; the best sidekick from afar since Lil Rel Howery in Get Out.

TriStar Pictures, 2020

Happiest Season is the film equivalent of a cup of hot chocolate at Christmas time. A warm and comforting film that brilliantly captures the highs and lows of the queer experience of coming out whilst being absolutely hilarious and a top notch romantic comedy in its own right. The whole cast is utterly fantastic, with not a weak link in sight and the smatterings of genre tropes and undercooked storylines are more than made up for with the charm and heart of Clea DuVall’s fantastic script. If you were looking for a new Christmas classic to revisit every year, look no further as you’ve found not only that, but one of the best films of 2020.

TriStar Pictures, 2020

Happiest Season stars Kristen Stewart, Mackenzie Davis, Alison Brie, Aubrey Plaza, Mary Holland, Victor Garber, Dan Levy, Burl Moseley & Mary Steenburgen – Streaming on Hulu in the US and in cinemas everywhere else now.

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Hillbilly Elegy

Netflix, 2020

As the poster for his latest work says, Ron Howard has made many great movies – A Beautiful Mind and Apollo 13 to name a few. On the other hand, films like The Dilemma prove that some of his work does fall below average now and then. His latest Netflix produced feature, Hillbilly Elegy, sits squarely in the middle; a stock-standard awards-bait drama that doesn’t really have a lot to say other than some fairly rote dialogue about the lower class having to rely on tough love to get through their troubles. The acting is typically great from veteran performers Amy Adams and Glenn Close, but outside of that the film never finds a groove or a spark to get things moving in a way that is unlike anything you’ve seen before in a thousand “just fine” dramas.

Our guide into this backwoods American world is young J.D. Vance (Gabriel Basso), third generation in the Vance clan on the cusp of escaping his lower class roots and achieving great things at Yale law school. Just as he begins to take that education to the next level through legal internships, he’s drawn back to his old home of Ohio by the news that his mother Bev (Amy Adams) has relapsed and overdosed on heroin. With a day before a pivotal interview, J.D. heads home to assist his sister Lindsay (Haley Bennett) in finding the Vance matriarch a rehabilitation facility. During the trip J.D. begins to reminisce about his childhood in Ohio; where he struggled with abuse at the hands of his mother, eventually moving in with his grandmother Mamaw (Glenn Close) to complete his schooling. As J.D. comes to understand his mother and grandmother’s own struggles from the past, he begins to forgive them for their weaker moments and thank them for the lessons he has carried through to adulthood.

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The biggest issue here is just how scatterbrained and non-focused the story seems. Howard seems unsure whether to focus on the drug addiction Bev struggles with, the poverty which has impacted the Vance family or J.D.’s attempts to escape his past, ultimately touching on all of them but never taking that deep dive into a central story to carry us through the film. J.D.’s journey back to Ohio is constantly interspersed with flashback scenes of him as a young child (played by Owen Asztalos) wherein we see these pivotal moments in the young man’s life that have prompted him to strive for a better future. Only there seems to be one pivotal moment that really sparks a change, and it is about as contrived and convenient as you can get, with the last 20 minutes of the film tying the flashbacks and modern day story together. All the earlier flashbacks, you then realise, serve no purpose other than showcasing some stellar acting. Bev’s drug addiction storyline has a lot of potential and Adams is totally locked in and committed to the character, but there just isn’t much commentary on addiction that hasn’t been seen before. It is ultimately a cycle with Bev in its clutches and J.D. helpless to aid her. The place where the film leaves her character doesn’t at all tie up with the pre-credits text (detailing the real Bev’s progress) and serves to leave the whole storyline seeming unfinished.

The characterisation of J.D.’s mother and grandmother are excellently brought to life by Adams and Close – no doubt about it they should (and will likely) be in contention for the big awards come Oscar season. The prosthetics and makeup work on Close alone is phenomenal and only once you see footage of the real Mamaw in the credits do you understand just how picture perfectly accurate she looks. Amy Adams swings for the fences in every scene, showing some real humanity and light in her eyes in the quieter moments, which is often overshadowed by the rage and craziness that ensues when her drug habits kick back in. These scenes are great to watch, just to see actors of this caliber giving it their all. When the mother and daughter do eventually face off it is electric, dripping with unbridled anger and tension as you expect the situation to devolve from a heated argument to fisticuffs at any moment. The issue with a lot of these scenes is that they don’t add much to the overarching story of J.D. other than to say he comes from a place of violence and is used to “tough love”.

Netflix, 2020

That phrase really seems to be the hill that Hillbilly Elegy dies on. That no matter how badly you are treated and how dire your circumstances, the people in your family love you regardless. That is all well and good but the film has a hell of a way of showing it, especially in the turn of Glenn Close’ Mamaw, who for so much of the film is the understanding shoulder J.D. cries on when his mother is out of control, but who, when J.D. goes to live with her, turns into the very thing he was running from. Tough love is hard to express when there doesn’t seem to be much “love” involved. Screaming and beating your grandson isn’t all forgiven because you walk away and smile to yourself because he passed a maths test and he happened to see you. Ultimately Howard ends the picture with some optimism and hope that things will turn out alright for J.D. (which they have in reality) but one small, minutes-long montage scene hardly makes up for the previous hour and a half of deeply unsettling viewing. This isn’t something you would throw on for a relaxing Sunday afternoon watch, it is a hard, exhausting watch of the realities facing the lower class who aspire to realise the “American Dream”.

Every year there seems to be one or two awards contender films that only really seem present because of the phenomenal performances of the talent involved. Hillbilly Elegy falls squarely into that category, with some solid, if unremarkable, directing from Ron Howard and a fairly rote, paint-by-numbers plot that is buoyed by absolutely brilliant turns from Amy Adams and Glenn Close. While it is worth a watch for these performances alone, Hillbilly Elegy will soon fade out of memory, similar to the way it asks you to forget that child abuse is a bad thing for two uncomfortable hours of your life.

Netflix, 2020

Hillbilly Elegy stars Amy Adams, Glenn Close, Gabriel Basso, Hayley Bennett, Owen Asztalos & Freida Pinto – Streaming on Netflix now.

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Possessor

Rook Films, 2020

All great films start with a concept. That initial hint of originality that sparks a great story and demands to be seen on the screen. Brandon Cronenberg’s (son of the great David Cronenberg) latest feature Possessor has one of the most insanely original concepts I’ve heard of in recent memory: assassins with the ability to meld their minds with civilians to carry out hits on targets close to them. Stop me if you’ve heard that one before. Unfortunately, Cronenberg doesn’t seem all that interested in exploring the potential of that idea and the impact it could have on the world, instead choosing to focus on an overly complex story of one particular assassin and the toll repeated trips into other people’s sub-consciousness’ have taken on her mind. From a technical perspective it is rock solid; the visuals all have a distinct sci-fi dystopian flair, the score is synth and electronic heavy yet still manages to be incredibly creepy and the performances are all top notch. Where Possessor fails is in its slow, almost crawling pace and its inability to choose an agenda and stick with it.

Now bear with me here as I try to explain this bonkers plot. Tasya Vos (Andrea Riseborough) is a top assassin working for a company that specialises in untraceable hits. They do this by melding Vos’ consciousness with that of an unsuspecting civilian close to the target, ingratiating her into that person’s life for a few days and then exacting the kill so as to look like a random act of violence or a psychotic break. Prolonged use of this mind-melding machine has made it harder and harder for Vos to separate her own consciousness from that of her many targets and makes reintegrating herself into her family life – with son Ira (Gage Graham-Arbuthnot) and husband Michael (Rossif Sutherland) – between jobs incredibly difficult, worrying both her and her handler Girder (Jennifer Jason Leigh). There is clearly something wrong with Vos’ head when she receives her latest assignment; dispatching multi-million dollar data mining company CEO John Parse (Sean Bean) and his daughter Ava (Tuppence Middleton) by controlling her boyfriend Colin Tate (Christopher Abbott) and capitalising on John’s dislike and abuse of Colin. Once in Tate’s body, Vos begins to realise the depth of her problems as he fights back for control, ripping and tearing the pair’s minds until a bloody showdown ensues for supremacy.

Rook Films, 2020

Phew. Now with all that happening, you would think that the film needs to move at a brisk pace to get through it all. Not so. Possessor is about as slow as a “slow burn” film can get, as Cronenberg meanders through scene after scene intent to linger on shots of faces and extreme violence. It doesn’t seem all that bad until the film takes a rather strange turn into the workings of Parses’ data mining company, where row after row of workers are strapped into eyewear which allows them to see through cameras inside people’s homes to suggest products they might need. An interesting concept that looks into our modern fear of the invasion of privacy in the digital age, but one which doesn’t seem to fit within the film and is never mentioned again. Its only purpose seems to be for some overtly creepy scenes as Vos (inside Tate’s body) lingers on people in their most intimate moments. Not something that endears you to a character, especially one that is supposed to be our lead into this confusing and different world. Likewise in scenes where Vos is going through the motions as Tate getting to know his routine. We’re forced to sit through scene after scene of Tate looking around confused, perplexed by the fact that water is blown off his hand by a hand dryer. I get that she’s in a different body but does skin not work the same? If the purpose of these scenes is to disrupt the normal movie viewing experience and make audiences feel uneasy in their own heads like Vos then that is certainly achieved, even before the frankly unsettling scenes where Vos and Tate swap genitalia.

The central conceit also falls apart in making the audience care about any of the characters. Vos seems cold and detached from the moment we meet her and is only made to feel less dependable as her memory is tested to ensure her mind is intact. From here we are introduced to her family but we never really get the sense Vos cares for them and her mind may even think they are the family of one of her victims. Once Vos enters Tate’s mind it becomes even more difficult to get attached. You can’t connect to Tate, played by Christopher Abbott, as he is not actually in control and Vos’ increasingly bizarre actions in his body are specifically engineered to give the impression that the man is having a nervous breakdown. When Vos picks a fight with Ava’s father at a party it doesn’t hit that this man is abusing Tate in the same way that it would if Tate was in control of his body. Vos is simply using this fact about his life to engineer a crime and in framing the plot this way Cronenberg never gives us as an audience anything to grasp onto. By exorcising Vos from her family you take away her only real human element, leaving the whole film feeling hollow and detached like the characters within that do such terrible things.

Rook Films, 2020

David Cronenberg is known as a pioneer in cinema for the way he pushed visual effects and the horrors you could present on-screen – most notably the incredible practical effects used in the Jeff Goldblum-led The Fly. The younger Cronenberg seems intent on making his own mark on cinema in the same fashion, by presenting the extremely unsettling images I mentioned before as well as some truly disturbing and graphic violence. The visual on the poster of a man wearing the face of a woman is featured prominently towards the end of the film and is a brilliant visual representation of the internal mental struggle happening on-screen. There is no gore here, it is just a simple mask that tells us all you need to know about Vos and Tate’s struggle. Unfortunately it is the only such example as the rest of the film features teeth bent out of people’s mouths and eyeballs popped from their sockets in sickeningly slow, up-close sequences. It adds nothing to the film other than shock value and shows a lack of understanding of the elder Cronenberg’s use of gore. The Fly was about a man who risked everything for the science that he loved and his slow descent into a hideous creature is a visual representation of the toll this obsession has wreaked on his life. Possessor is just gore for the sake of it.

Despite this, Cronenberg does succeed in the technical aspects of the film. Most of the visuals (excluding the disturbing ones I mentioned before) are suitably high-concept and paint a cold, detached world that matches the characters that inhabit it. Shots are often flooded with a brilliant hues of pink and red, giving the whole scene a menacing tone – indicating the bloodshed to follow – and it looks fantastic. Likewise the scenes where Vos melds minds with her target are suitably crazy, with flashing images of plastic heads melting and screaming faces visualising the anguish the procedure takes on the assassin. They look almost like an experimental film in their madness but it goes a long way to sell the experience without having to spend a huge budget, until Cronenberg gets a bit carried away with it towards the end of the film and it turns into something of an epileptic nightmare. There is a wholly original, genuine sense of tension that Cronenberg does craft on occasion, in watching Vos attempt to slip into someone’s life without being caught out. It plays a bit like a very serious, high stakes reversal of Freaky Friday and gives the audience some feeling other than disgust and boredom, if only for a few minutes.

Rook Films, 2020

Possessor is a film I have no desire to ever see again and one that I can’t recommend to many people. If you like incredibly complex, violent and slow sci-fi horror, then this is for you; go ahead and enjoy. For most audiences though, this is going to be far too much to handle, as Cronenberg refuses to give them anything to latch on to with distant, irredeemable characters that do terrible things. With some films I often wonder what it would be like to watch them again for the first time; to jump into their head and experience the first terrifying roar of the T-Rex in Jurassic Park or the lightsaber ignite for the first time in Star Wars. With Possessor I almost long to go into the head of someone who didn’t see the film, if only to get the disgusting imagery out of my head for a moment or two.

Rook Films, 2020

Possessor stars Andrea Riseborough, Christopher Abbott, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Tuppence Middleton, Rossif Sutherland, Hanneke Talbot, Gage Graham-Arbuthnot & Sean Bean – In select cinemas now.

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Palm Springs

Limelight Productions, 2020

Andy Samberg is one of the strongest voices in the modern comedy scene, having built a cult following on Saturday Night Live for his zany digital shorts and transferring that into superstar appeal with police comedy Brooklyn Nine-Nine. Even given all that talent and success, the thought of mixing his quirky, over-the-top comedy with the plot of Bill Murray’s Groundhog Day is something of a tough sell. What could Samberg possibly bring to the table that wouldn’t feel like a cheap imitation? I’m happy to report that the answer to that question is “a hell of a lot”. Palm Springs is Samberg’s best performance to date – with the funnyman digging into a dramatic side most audiences wouldn’t think he had – in an extremely charming, funny and surprisingly deep journey to find purpose in a life that is only ever lived for one extremely repetitive day.

Sandberg plays Nyles, a cynical alcoholic forced to relive the wedding of Abe (Tyler Hoechlin) and his girlfriend Misty’s (Meredith Hagner) best friend Tala (Camila Mendes) on a loop, thanks to an ill advised trip to a nearby cave in the idyllic Palm Springs desert. With Nyles slowly descending into a pit of laziness and despair, all seems lost until he woos Tala’s sister Sarah (Cristin Milioti). When an incident results in Sarah following Nyles into the time loop cave, she finds herself stuck in the same cycle, cursed to relive not only the wedding, but some incredibly personal and destructive secrets. As Nyles spends more and more time with Sarah he rediscovers his lust for life, falling head over heels as he learns just how important connection is to the human experience and how essential Sarah’s company has become. Hanging over Nyles’ head this whole time is the ever-present threat of Roy (J.K. Simmons), a fellow prisoner in the time-loop with a vendetta against Nyles, constantly on the hunt to capture, torture and kill him in ridiculously over-the-top ways.

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What is most surprising about Palm Springs is just how well the film balances the zany, quirky comedy with the more poignant, dramatic moments. Scenes where Nyles and later Sarah get into all sorts of nonsensical shenanigans are just as hilarious as you would expect; from stealing and crashing a plane to choreographing entire, overcomplicated dance routines. A lot of these sequences are carried out through the use of montages – riffing on Groundhog Day and other 80’s comedies – but a surprising amount of character development is snuck in to these scenes; as the increasingly strange pranks bring Sarah’s previously high-strung, self-loathing personality in line with Nyles’ carefree outlook on life, as she learns to not take herself too seriously. Nyles in turn realises the impact that surrounding yourself with good people can have on life and begins to open himself up and share with Sarah. When the comedy simmers down and the dramatic scenes rise to the forefront, you understand perfectly where these people are at in their relationships and care that much more about them when the eventual spanners are thrown into the works late in the film. It’s a credit to director Max Barbakow that these montage scenes – a technique generally written off as filler – say so much without exposition dumps or otherwise contrived rom-com tropes.

A huge chunk of that credit also goes to Samberg and Milioti, who prove to have tremendous chemistry together as they bounce off each other with sharp-tongued jokes and smart-assery. Samberg definitely gets his Jake Peralta moments in here, going into comedy overdrive with his trademark exaggeration and face pulling. It works here as well as it works in Nine-Nine with several grand moments that have Nyles taking centre stage at the wedding and making a giant fool of himself. The time-loop conceit provides a fresh canvas for Samberg and Milioti to go as big as they want time and time again, as no one from the wedding actually remembers anything they have done previously – to hilarious effect. Milioti proves herself a more than worthy scene partner for Samberg’s antics, matching his intensity and sometimes surpassing it as her reaction to her predicament is much newer and less measured than Nyles, who has been stuck for an indeterminately long period. Likewise, she handles the dramatic moments excellently. The character of Sarah is saddled with far more baggage than Nyles and Milioti’s raw and genuine performance goes a long way to keep the character charming and likeable, even after we discover her past mistakes.

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Outside of the strong performances and constant stream of jokes, what you’re left with is a fairly standard romantic comedy plot, following most of the genre’s typical twists and turns to a conclusion you can pretty much guess a mile off. It’s not a dealbreaker by any means as the film does a hell of a lot to differentiate itself from the rest of the pack, but at the end of the day you’re not going to be blown away by some pivotal twist at the eleventh hour. It’s also slightly disappointing that the film features such a phenomenal supporting cast of comedic talent who never truly get a chance to shine. Connor O’Malley and Chris Pang get a few solid laughs as a groomsman and officiant respectively (the sight gag of Pang’s outfit alone is gold) but nothing that resembles any sort of character development. Likewise Meredith Hagner’s Misty is incapable of taking any responsibility for her terrible actions against Nyles, a plot thread which pops up a few times and always seems like it is being built up for some larger arc for her to reflect on herself, but which never arrives at any payoff. Again, the film is clearly centred around Nyles and Sarah so this isn’t a huge surprise, but it would be nice to see more from these young comedic talents. The only side-arc that gets any closure is J.K. Simmons who is perfectly cast as the overly aggressive and misunderstood Roy. Drawing on his experience as the always angry J. Jonah Jameson, Simmons goes to some pretty dark (yet funny) places in his quest for revenge before ultimately finding peace in his predicament, giving the character a nicely cathartic send-off.

Andy Samberg has come a long way in his comedic career and it has never been more apparent than in Palm Springs, a film that is so endlessly watchable thanks to its clever blend of sci-fi, humour, heart and Samberg’s career-best performance. Cristin Milioti is an excellent scene partner for the SNL veteran and the pair’s chemistry and banter is so good that it becomes easy to overlook the fairly paint-by-numbers plot and the underuse of the film’s smorgasbord of fresh young comedic talent. Despite its similarities to Groundhog Day, Palm Springs manages to be just as essential to the romantic comedy genre, a modern twist that takes the concept and repurposes it for a new generation in hilarious fashion. Like its time loop premise, this is a film that you’ll be watching again and again for years to come, hell I’ve watched it twice in the few days it has been out already.

Limelight Productions, 2020

Palm Springs stars Andy Samberg, Cristin Milioti, Meredith Hagner, Peter Gallagher, Tyler Hoechlin, Camila Mendes, Chris Pang, Connor O’Malley, Dale Dickey & J.K Simmons – Streaming on Amazon Prime in Australia now and on Hulu in the US.

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Freaky

Blumhouse Productions, 2020

It really has been a good year for horror. In a time where the future of cinemas are extremely unsure, one genre has been consistently pushing out films to the big screens and on-demand. Without the clutter and competition in the multiplex, 2020 has allowed for smaller, lower-budget horror fare to be seen by bigger and bigger audiences. The latest scare-fest Freaky, starring Vince Vaughn and Kathryn Newtown, hails from fear factory production studio Blumhouse and is an extremely unexpected and excellent little slasher film; full of heart, laughs and gore in equal measures. Directed by Chris Landon, who helmed the similar horror-comedy Happy Death Day films, Freaky is a far more successful mash-up of the genres; chock-full of inventive kills, creepy scares and some hilarious body-swapping antics.

In a riff on the classic Freaky Friday formula, we follow Millie (Newton), an ordinary, if somewhat dorky girl who is bullied at school and has a hard time expressing her feelings for her crush Booker (Uriah Shelton). Millie’s home life is a mess due to the recent passing of her father and the constant bickering between sister Charlene (Dana Drori) and their mother (Katie Finneran) that has sprung up as a result. When Millie is left stranded at a local football stadium, she falls prey to local serial killer The Blissfield Butcher (Vaughn), an encounter that involves a magical dagger which causes the Butcher and Millie to switch bodies. Now a wanted criminal, Millie (in Vaughn’s body) must enlist the help of her two friends Josh (Misha Osherovich) and Nyla (Celeste O’Connor) to track down the killer impersonating her and reverse the curse before midnight strikes and she is stuck as the feared felon forever.

Blumhouse Productions, 2020

Freaky is an extremely fun horror film and it knows it. Landon wisely steers clear of playing the situation straight and has a lot of fun with the material in meta ways, with many obvious homages to Scream – perhaps the greatest slasher film of all time. While it doesn’t hit that level in terms of originality as the plot plays out pretty much exactly the way you would expect, the film keeps you engaged with the hilarious and surprisingly endless novelty of Vince Vaughn playing a teenage girl. He is truly excellent here, unexpectedly menacing and imposing as the Blissfield Butcher and equally charming and funny when embodying Millie’s character. There’s something so off-putting yet bizarrely entertaining about Vince Vaughn twerking and that general tone and charm of the character continues right to the very end. When he is in full serial killer mode, the choice has been made to keep Vaughn silent, and it works wonders towards making the traditionally comedic actor appear genuinely terrifying. An opening murder spree sets up the character’s viciousness and bloodlust early on and that transitions into the other excellent performance of the film belonging to Kathryn Newton.

Newton’s role is smaller in terms of screen-time sure – as once the switch happens we don’t spend nearly as much time with her during her silent stalking of fellow student – but she is no less impressive. Once the Butcher becomes accustomed to his new body, he begins to view the students of the school as his own personal buffet of potential murder victims and Newton goes to town in these scenes, hamming it up where necessary but maintaining that cold, lifeless gaze that Vaughn originated. Her role too gets a surprising amount of laughs as she constantly finds herself up against larger victims and, not fully coming to terms that she is now a five-foot teenage girl as opposed to the hulking Vince Vaughn, is thrown around like a rag doll again and again to hilarious effect. Thankfully this leads to more inventive kills, as Newton’s killer character can’t rely on brute strength to eliminate her victims. There are some truly great kills in Freaky that rival the great slasher films, hell some of them rival the ridiculously over-the-top Final Destination films, with one early kill in particular giving me an unexpected fear of the murderous uses for a wine bottle (trust me you won’t guess it).

Blumhouse Productions, 2020

Where the film falls down slightly is in its plot. There are some loose rules given to the body switching antics that don’t really make sense and it is never explained where these rules actually come from except for a lazily thrown in Google search. Surely if your life depended on it, you could do a bit more research than Google? There are also a few plot-holes here and there that the film asks you to look past in order to progress the plot, but these are easy to forgive when the film is as fun as Freaky is. At this point, plot holes that allow the killer to continue to wreak havoc seem to be a staple of the slasher genre and at least these ones come with some pretty hilarious gags.

These gags are generally led by the duo of Osherovich and O’Connor as Millie’s friends Josh and Nyla. The chemistry and banter between the two is great and crackles with youthful energy. Josh in particular gets some of the best lines in the film and will have you howling with laughter almost as much as Newton and Vaughn’s antics. While Josh and Nyla are fun characters, they aren’t particularly well developed, with no character development other than the fact that they are best friends with Millie. The heart of the film lies in the relationship between Millie, her sister Charlene and their mother in coming to terms with their different approaches to the death of the family’s patriarch. Where Charlene has thrown herself into her work, Millie has become more introverted and their mother has become smothering to Millie by day and a low level alcoholic by night. The chemistry of the trio is rock solid and there are some surprisingly deep and touching moments between Finneran’s matriarch and Vaughn’s Millie that really help to deepen Millie’s character and your investment in her survival.

Blumhouse Productions, 2020

Who would have thought that a body-switching horror film starring Vince Vaughn as a teenage girl would be one of the most fun horror films of the year? I sure didn’t but hey its 2020, anything can happen. Freaky is an absolute delight, a manic little slice of pulpy slasher madness with excellent performances, interesting characters and side-splitting humour filled with some truly inventive kill scenes and genuine heart. With most films of other genres choosing to skip the cinema this year, the door is open for horror to step up and lead the charge and Freaky does just that, delivering one of the most enjoyable theatre-going experiences you can have right now – if you’re willing to brave a trip to the cinemas and live with the sight of Vince Vaughn twerking burnt into your retinas.

Blumhouse Productions, 2020

Freaky stars Vince Vaughn, Kathryn Newton, Misha Osherovich, Celeste O’Connor, Dana Drori, Katie Finneran, Uriah Shelton & Alan Ruck – In cinemas now.

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Saint Maud

A24, 2020

Religious horror is a staple within the genre, with stories of demonic possession and satanic cults playing on our inherent fear of the divine for years to often terrifying results. Debut filmmaker Rose Glass’ film Saint Maud takes that tried and tested religious archetype and adds something new to the mix, crafting a taut psychological thriller with a spiritual underscore to thrilling effect. This is a film that will have you thinking and talking about it for days after, a hauntingly chilling portrayal of blind faith and the powerful effect religious devotion can have on a tormented soul. Led by a career-defining performance from Welsh actress Morfydd Clark, with stunning cinematography and a bone-chilling score, Saint Maud is one of the best psychological horror films in recent memory, an extremely impressive and original debut that you should seek out as soon as possible if you consider yourself any sort of a horror fan.

Maud (Clark) is in between jobs. Waking up in her depressing single room apartment in a quiet seaside English town, thinking about her mysterious and violent past, she begins to pack for her new role as a live-in nurse for Amanda (Jennifer Ehle), a former professional dancer now confined to a wheelchair due to a crippling spinal cancer diagnosis. Maud’s employment immediately marks a change for Amanda, as the recently converted nurse suggests she invite God into her life and atone for her sins in order to be welcomed into the afterlife. Amanda, looking to make Maud feel comfortable, indulges her rather innocuous requests to pray before meals and discuss faith every now and then. However before long, Maud has taken her duty of care to the next level, becoming obsessed with saving Amanda’s soul; as if this was a role assigned to her by God himself. As Amanda’s patience with Maud’s faith begins to slip, Maud’s attempts to convert her become increasingly violent and deranged, as the young girl’s grip on reality begins to slip on the way to an explosive finale.

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Saint Maud lives and dies on the strength of Morfydd Clark’s performance – we see almost all of the events of the film from her point of view – and what a performance it is. This is one of the creepiest, unhinged performances I’ve seen in a horror film, perhaps ever, as this seemingly ordinary if slightly overzealous girl descends into complete insanity over the course of 90 minutes. Clark’s performance is incredibly physical, as she feels God “inside her” contorting her body into strange, inhuman positions, signs that he has a greater plan for her beyond the palliative care she otherwise deems beneath her. By taking the audience into her mind and allowing them to see the world through Maud’s eyes, Glass gives us a window into the madness that this newfound devotion to God has wreaked on Maud’s psyche. She truly believes she communicates personally with God, punishing herself for sins committed by walking on tacks and burning her hands on stovetops. When Amanda insults her faith there’s a murderous glint in Maud’s eyes; a hint of madness that makes you wonder just when this powder keg of a girl is going to explode.

When she does crack it is glorious in all the best ways that horror villainy can be, with Glass playing with the perception of what is real from Maud’s point of view in a way that will make you question everything you have seen and which Maud uses as justification for the extreme violence she undertakes. We hear a disembodied voice we are meant to believe is God and see hints of real life devilry like Maud’s mouth unhinging in demonic fashion, but are never sure whether the supernatural is at play or these horrors are simply within Maud’s head. Whatever the case, it is certainly real for her and Glass chooses to shoot these scenes in the same way as the rest of the film so as to blend the real with the imagined; there is no obvious sign or a different lens given to the more supernatural sequences.

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Speaking of imagery the whole film looks fantastic, with cinematographer Ben Fordesman adopting a gritty, almost grimy filter at times to show just how down and out Maud’s character is within the world; as she prays in her filthy, barebones apartment and traipses through dimly lit, disgusting alleys on her way to Amanda’s plush, luxurious abode. Scenes are shot within Amanda’s house using the same gritty style, perhaps to draw similarities between Amanda’s dire situation in her physical battle with cancer and Maud’s own mental and spiritual struggles. Scenes where Amanda, ever the socialite, finds solace in other people’s company are lit warmly, often by a fire that brings a red hue to the surroundings; a possible allusion to the demons Maud believes she has seen in Amanda and her sinful sexual encounters and alcohol abuse.

Jennifer Ehle excels as the other half of this titanic clashing duo, bringing a world-weariness and cynicism to the role that starts as empathy for this girl she believes to be pathetic and lonely but quickly turns to contempt and snark once Maud begins to overstep her boundaries as a nurse. One scene in particular really allows Ehle to go for it as she twists the knife into Maud, insulting her religion and calling out her faith as misguided. You can see Amanda relishing in making this girl hurt after suffering through the cancer; a rare moment of control in a world where she is now unable to perform even the most basic tasks of self-care. Music also plays a pivotal part in distinguishing these two individuals, with lively records constantly being played in Amanda’s house in comparison to the wonderfully dour and chilling score of Adam Janota Bzowski which underpins Maud’s horrifying actions. It may be somewhat reminiscent of Bobby Krlic’s Midsommar and Colin Stetson’s Hereditary scores but for good reason; that eerie, atmospheric sound with sudden percussive blasts and screeching strings is extremely effective in delivering spine-tingling chills.

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Saint Maud is another haunting addition to production company A24’s growing portfolio of existential, atmospheric horror. Superbly made from a technical standpoint and anchored by two dynamic performances from Morfydd Clark and Jennifer Ehle, this is an equally fascinating and terrifying look into the mind of a severely damaged young woman whose devotion to her faith has taken her down a violent path. What begins as a creepy, atmospheric psychological thriller takes a turn to the supernatural as the religious forces of good and evil begin to take on a physical presence, leading to a final showdown and final scene that will be etched into your retinas long after you leave the cinema. Rose Glass makes a strong first impression here with one of the best horror films, not only of this year but of the last ten; a terrifying experience that you should immediately subject yourself to.

A24, 2020

Saint Maud stars Morfydd Clark & Jennifer Ehle – In cinemas in limited engagements now with a wide theatrical release yet to be announced.

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The Trial of the Chicago 7

Dreamworks Pictures/Netflix, 2020

America has been in an interesting state this year. From the devastating impact of the pandemic and its mismanagement by the government to the recent Black Lives Matter protests and rise of white supremacists, it seems as if the country was on the brink of collapse. It seems almost too good to be true then that Netflix’s latest film The Trial of the Chicago 7 released when it did, tapping into the country’s fear of racial discrimination and police brutality in a way that perfectly captures the public’s fury at the horrifying events which have plagued the country. Written and directed by master scribe Aaron Sorkin, the film tells the story of the 1968 Democratic Convention riots in Chicago and the subsequent trial of the seven individuals charged with inciting the riots, with dialogue only he could pen, crackling with intensity and urgency. Beyond the writing, the film also features some incredible performances from the entire cast including Sacha Baron Cohen, Eddie Redmayne and Frank Langella (to name a few) which should make it a sure-fire contender come Oscar season.

For those who don’t know the story of the Democratic convention riots, the film does a good job early on to introduce you to the many elements and characters that led to the ultimate violent clash between protestors and police. At the height of the Vietnam War, three protest groups in America – all seemingly independent yet aware of each other – agreed to demonstrate against forced conscription by rallying in Chicago’s Grant Park. Once the police arrive and things get out of hand, chaos erupts, ultimately leading to the arrest of eight men: Tom Hayden (Eddie Redmayne), Rennie Davis (Alex Sharp), Abbie Hoffman (Sacha Baron Cohen), Jerry Rubin (Jeremy Strong), David Dillinger (John Carroll Lynch), John Froines (Danny Flaherty), Lee Weiner (Noah Robbins) and Bobby Seale (Yahya Abdul-Mateen II), the leader of the Black Panthers. The trial that ensues is anything but ordinary, a farcical mess thanks to the clearly prejudiced presiding Judge Julius Hoffman (Frank Langella), leaving defence attorney William Kunstler (Mark Rylance) little recourse in his fight for justice; essentially handing the win to prosecution lawyer Richard Schultz (Joseph Gordon-Levitt).

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While it does take some dramatic liberties with certain aspects of the story, Sorkin’s script is a masterclass in engaging, fast-flowing dialogue. The few scenes of action are very well shot, with Sorkin showing an eye for fast, frenetic paced chaos but it is the dialogue that is utterly spellbinding and will have you glued to your seat throughout the entire trial. Rarely do courtroom films feel so alive and full of energy, with each outburst from the judge or one of the defendants adding an extra layer to the trial and further stacking the deck against the Chicago 7. It might not be entirely realistic for the court to be so lively but Sorkin writes with such passion for justice that it is extremely hard not to get invested, as Kunstler desperately attempts to make Judge Hoffman see reason and that Bobby Seale’s rights are being infringed upon. Seale is the only accused not to be represented by Kunstler (hence it not being the Chicago 8) and his back-and-forth with Judge Hoffman is magnificent, filled with rage and mutual contempt. It has been a good long while since I have been as invested in a film’s courtroom case as much as this one, and it is clearly an area that Sorkin thrives in, following A Few Good Men and The Social Network’s equally arresting trials.

A good script is nothing without actors to bring it to life and Sorkin has assembled a veritable smorgasbord of talent here to do it. Eddie Redmayne as Tom Hayden is the perpetually unsure yet resolute champion for civil rights revolution through non-violent, legal means. Redmayne fluctuates between remorse for the riots that he may have had a hand in starting and confidence that – once they bite their tongues and win the trial – they can continue to make strides towards civil rights change. You can feel the internal conflict within Redmayne; moving between nervous looks and hard unblinking gazes that underly the terror he feels at the thought of going to prison. Sacha Baron Cohen’s Abby Hoffman, on the other hand, does not share this same view, perpetually confident that the trial will be the loud, public spectacle that will bring worldwide attention to the civil rights injustice in America and willing to sacrifice himself for that ideal if need be. The not-so-subtle jabs he and the equally great Jeremy Strong shoot at Judge Hoffman are particular highlights; moments of levity and humour that give the audience a respite from the bleak outlook of the trial. As the trial wears on, Abby’s confident façade begins to fade, a weariness settling over him and a fear that the trial will not actually change things. Baron Cohen’s performance is excellent, playing not only to his comedic strengths but also his outspoken political ideals (just look at his Borat sequel); a winning combination that may just net him a well-deserved Best Supporting Actor nod.

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Frank Langella threatens to outshine them all, however, as the aggressively one-sided Judge Hoffman. The man embodies the worst traits of the upper class; snubbing his nose at the “hippy” Chicago 7 and denying them their due process in the system. It’s a performance that, on its surface, works to make you absolutely loathe the character and get you completely behind the Chicago 7, but Langella goes a step further, giving the Judge perhaps a hint of Dementia or some other illness as he stumbles through speeches at times, contorting his face in odd expressions and ignoring the rigid rules of the court in order to espouse his own opinions. It works to ground the character as a relic of a time gone by and a physical embodiment of the pro-Vietnam sentiment that the protesting defendants are up against. To this man, not enlisting is one of the most heinous crimes that can be committed, regardless of the reasoning, and no force on earth will stop him from convicting these men.

The Trial of the Chicago 7 is an incredibly timely film. One that will have you in a blind rage at the injustices you are seeing, made all the more potent by the contemporary comparisons that can be made. Aaron Sorkin’s writing is as excellent as ever, if a little bombastic at times, but it does the trick to get you so completely behind these eight men that have suffered such injustice. With excellent performances from the entire cast and some spot-on costuming and set design that will have you thinking you’ve been transported to the 60’s, this is an absolute home-run of a film for Netflix; a serious awards contender that deserves the praise that is being heaped on it and the best film of the year so far.

Dreamworks Pictures/Netflix, 2020

The Trial of the Chicago 7 stars Eddie Redmayne, Sacha Baron Cohen, Frank Langella, Mark Rylance, Jeremy Strong, Joseph Gordon Levitt, Yahya Abdul-Mateen II, Alex Sharp, John Carroll Lynch, Ben Shenkman & Michael Keaton – Streaming on Netflix now.

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On the Rocks

Apple TV+, 2020

There’s a classic episode of The Simpsons where Homer is tasked with telling a few jokes at a birthday party, an opportunity he jumps at. When the party hits a snag and the announcement of a puppy’s death is made, Homer, still expected to perform, gamely hits the stage with a booming “ARE YOU READY TO LAUGH?”. He is met with a scathing response. “Be quiet, you awful man”. That’s kind of what it feels like watching Sofia Coppola’s latest dramedy On the Rocks, a film which takes one of the greatest comedians of all time in Bill Murray and completely wastes his talent, giving him constant streams of (admittedly excellent) heavy dramatic dialogue with barely a hint of his signature whimsy. This dramatic side of On the Rocks is top notch, with Oscar-worthy performances. However when your film is being sold as the breakout comedy of the year, audiences might expect, you know, a good joke or two, which On the Rocks sadly fails to muster.

Coppola’s exploration of the father-daughter bond is told through the eyes of Laura (Rashida Jones), a doting mother and writer in a creative rut, who feels like she is drifting from her husband Dean (Marlon Wayans) and begins to suspect he is having an affair with a co-worker. Naturally rattled and unsure how to handle the situation, Laura turns to her wealthy playboy father Felix (Bill Murray) for advice, a move which may result in more than Laura bargained for as Felix fills her head with all sorts of reasons that Dean is cheating, pulled from his own less than reputable experiences. What starts as a pursuit of Dean to catch him red handed gradually becomes a bonding experience for Laura and Felix, leading to a pursuit for answers to questions Laura has long buried as the father and daughter’s relationship fractured over the years.

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Right away the set-up is comedy gold. You have Bill Murray going to (what you would think would be) increasingly zany and wild lengths to catch Dean out. After all this is the man who repeated a certain Groundhog Day hundreds of times with some pretty whacky results. It becomes immediately apparent that Coppola is not concerned with this approach to the story and that is fine. She sets up the film erring on the dramatic side with a few chuckles from Murray as the relationship between Laura and Felix is established. All is well, the good jokes must be coming. Except they never really do as the film races through its brief 90 minute runtime. Nothing in On the Rocks is ever laugh out loud funny. The only scene that comes close involves Murray talking his way out of a speeding ticket, with hints and flashes of his signature style shining through before being quickly locked away just as he is about to be let completely off the chain.

No, this is not a film of wild adventures, this is a film of conversations. Murray and Jones in a restaurant discussing her childhood while he absentmindedly discusses his sexual conquests. Murray and Jones in a car discussing caviar and her sense of displacement in her world. Sadly the dialogue doesn’t crackle with intensity like say The Social Network does and the consistently heavy discussions begin to grate after a while. It’s not bad by any means but Coppola seems to think that simply having Murray in a scene will bring some levity to counterbalance the weight of the conversation and it does to a degree – Murray can’t help being naturally funny and charming even when he’s not trying – but it just isn’t enough to stay the monotony at points, despite the excellent performances.

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That is where On the Rocks makes up (mostly) for its shortcomings. It’s hard to excuse the lack of comedy when you are billing your film as a comedy but the dramatic performances that we get from Murray and especially Jones are astounding. This is hands down the best performance of Rashida Jones’ career, heartbreaking and raw in all the right ways, as she imbues her character with an empathy that immediately makes her relatable and an excellent heroine for the audience to root for. We have all been in tricky spots and creative ruts in life and her performance understands this on a deep level. We see the despondency and frustration in her eyes as she does the school run each morning, listening to the other mothers problems, never exposing that vulnerable side and talking about her own issues. It is only once she starts these adventures with Murray that she is truly able to express her concerns and worries about where her life is headed, slowly coming to realise that Felix might not be the best person to take relationship advice from but that he is a complicated and misunderstood man who deserves a second chance. It’s a truly next-level, understated performance from the actress that deserves at least an Oscar nomination.

Telling you to watch On the Rocks is a hard sell. I mean, how likely are most people to go and see a Bill Murray film in which he gives you nothing more than a quick chuckle? Oh did I mention there’s some heavy emotional drama to offset that lack of comedy? No, if there is anything to sway you into watching Sofia Coppola’s film it is the performances, which are exceptionally good (particularly Jones) and will likely find their way into awards contention come Oscar season. If you’re looking to sink a little further into that pandemic depression then give On the Rocks a go; otherwise maybe stick to something a little more optimistic and lighthearted in these troubling times? I hear the new Borat is good.

Apple TV+, 2020

On the Rocks stars Rashida Jones, Bill Murray & Marlon Wayans – Streaming on Apple TV+ now.

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Borat Subsequent Moviefilm

Amazon Prime Video, 2020

It’s been 14 years since Sacha Baron Cohen’s intrepid Kazakh reporter Borat Sagdiyev invaded America in an effort to learn about the powerhouse country and steal their secrets for the great nation of Kazakhstan. Borat’s trip, of course, goes awry in the most spectacular fashion, in a way some might say that is similar to the current state of the United States under the presidency of one Donald Trump (or McDonald Trump if you were raised in Kazakhstan). This similarity is not lost on Baron Cohen who dives deep into his bag of crude humour and over-the-top political satire to deliver a film with real bite in its condemnation of the current American administration, but also with a surprising amount of heart in the relationship between Borat and his estranged daughter. While it may not have the staying power of the original film due to the narrow focus of its themes on the current election, Borat Subsequent Moviefilm is still a hilarious, if sometimes overly crude return to form for Sacha Baron Cohen and a welcome comeback for one of comedy’s biggest modern icons.

What makes Borat Subsequent Moviefilm so effective in today’s climate is just how closely Baron Cohen has his finger on the pulse of what is going on in the world at the moment. Filmed in secret in 2019 and 2020, the film feels extremely timely and fresh, tackling the most recent allegations of inappropriateness against Trump and even the Coronavirus pandemic, with Borat learning the ins and out of the virus, including that it can’t be beaten to death with a frying pan. There is no questioning Baron Cohen’s commitment to his characters and art, clearly risking extreme punishment as he barges into Republic conferences and rallies in deep, inflammatory cover; risking death from the more fanatic, gun-toting members of Trump’s followers. It adds an extra layer of respect from the audience that endears you even more to Borat and allows him to get away with the crassness of the character. Who else in 2020 could get away with playing a character who genuinely and openly supports the Holocaust?

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Balancing out that crassness is the addition of relatively unknown Bulgarian actress Maria Bakalova, making her English language debut as Borat’s daughter Tutar. Her character is central to the plot, which sees Borat making his way across the States to gift Tutar to vice-president Mike Pence in an effort to mend fences between the two countries and prevent Borat’s execution. Tutar’ s presence not only allows for the obvious jokes and commentary to be made about Trump and Pence’s penchant for using women but also provides an unexpected and welcome dose of heart to the proceedings, as we watch Borat develop unexpected feelings of pride and a protectiveness for his daughter. Bakalova is excellent in the role, clearly game for the same stunts as Baron Cohen as she puts herself in several awkward situations opposite unsuspecting, real-life politicians like former New York Mayor and Trump supporter Rudy Giuliani. That interaction has recently inflamed the internet with allegations that Giuliani attempted to seduce the undercover actress and although it certainly seems that way from the footage, Baron Cohen and Bakalova are actively trying to draw these responses from their subjects. This doesn’t lessen the impact of seeing these questionable events, but for the sake of fairness viewers should understand the political leanings of Baron Cohen going in.

While it may seem that Borat Subsequent Moviefilm is only interested in Trump commentary, there are also bundles of gags that tackle other issues, such as abortion and a woman’s right to choose. The set-ups may be ridiculous, but Baron Cohen does obtain very interesting responses from his subjects, as good journalists should, with some surprising and downright bizarre admissions from people on-camera, seemingly unaware of the absurdness of the situation or the character of Borat. Then there are the crass jokes. Fans of the first film shouldn’t be surprised to learn that the Judaism bashing and jokes about the inferiority of women return, with some truly vulgar set-pieces throughout. What does surprise, however, is the fact that Borat actually learns from his adventures and changes his views, something that may upset viewers looking for a third Jew hating film but which fits in with Baron Cohen’s agenda of changing viewers outlooks ahead of the historic US elections.

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Borat Subsequent Moviefilm is a surprisingly consistently hilarious return to form for Sacha Baron Cohen’s beloved Kazakh character; a film that works as well as a comedy as it does as a political tool for Baron Cohen to bring light to major US issues from his point of view. If you aren’t invested in the elections and are sick of the constant Trump news cycles then this may not be the most enjoyable experience, but for those that have even a passing understanding of Trump’s misadventures through American politics and are willing to sit through some fairly obvious jokes, this is an extremely effective sequel that rarely falls short in the laughs department. Time will tell if the film loses its potency once these current issues begin to fade from memory but for now this is an extremely timely and effective comedy that you should get onto quickly before McDonald Trump launches his nukes at Amazon Prime headquarters.

Amazon Prime Video, 2020

Borat Subsequent Moviefilm stars Sacha Baron Cohen & Maria Bakalova – Streaming on Amazon Prime now.

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The Devil All the Time

Netflix, 2020

On paper the cast of Antonio Campos’ new film The Devil All the Time is a slam dunk. A who’s who of up and coming talent and recently established superstars alike featuring Spider-Man himself Tom Holland in the lead, surrounded by Robert Pattinson, Jason Clarke, Sebastian Stan, Riley Keough, Haley Bennett, Eliza Scanlen and Bill Skarsgard. The ridiculousness of the cast is understandable when you realise it’s a Netflix production, who can’t resist splashing their cash around these days, yet it can’t be understated when the performances within are as good as they are here. Performances alone don’t make a film work however, and The Devil All the Time is a prime example of how elements of a novel don’t necessarily translate to the movies, undermining the excellent work of the cast by attempting to cram too much into an already complex film and relying on narration instead of its actors to tell the story.

Let’s start with the main character here, who oddly enough is never actually on screen: the narrator and author of the original book Donald Ray Pollock. It is barely an exaggeration to say that his voice is heard on-screen more than any of the actors, with his husky Southern drawl explaining just about every plot development in the film. Granted this is a fairly complex film with an ensemble of characters and various interweaving storylines, but if your story doesn’t work without the need to explain each and every scene, then maybe you should take another look at the screenplay. Explaining someone’s emotions right before the moment of death is never going to be as engaging as simply watching the actor express those emotions through their movements and facial expression and the narration puts the audience on the outside, never allowing for any interpretation of a scene because everything is unpacked and told directly to you. It’s a strange device that seems to show Pollock’s overprotectiveness over his work and distrust in the actors, made even more annoying by the fact that majority of the things he is describing are being portrayed excellently by the A-list cast.

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Performance wise this is a masterclass in dramatic character acting, with every actor fully committing to their character and the embodiment of some sort of evil. The Devil All the Time is a story about truly horrific people. This is not an easy watch in any sense of the word but it is a fascinating one that digs into the depths of human depravity and the manipulation of others through social constructs like gender roles and religion. While it won’t be for everyone, those that stick it out will be rewarded with a rich exploration of the violence of the human condition. Tom Holland leads the ensemble as Arvin, the son of tormented and fervently religious World War II veteran Willard (Bill Skarsgard), whose traumatic upbringing has left him a hardened, good intentioned man with an unwanted penchant for violence. Arvin’s desire to protect those around him, particularly adopted sister Lenora (Eliza Scanlen), inadvertently puts him on a collision course with a host of despicable people including depraved pastor Preston Teagardin (Robert Pattinson), husband and wife serial killers Carl (Jason Clarke) and Sandy (Riley Keough) and Sandy’s corrupt lawman brother Deputy Lee Bodecker (Sebastian Stan).

Everyone in this West Virginian backwoods town is damaged and has been broken in some way by the world around them, giving Arvin’s character an almost anti-hero quality; he is not above these people but simply desires to leave this place and ensure those he loves are looked after. The violence is simply a bi-product of his desire to do good and Holland does an amazing job of portraying this internal struggle in Arvin. It may seem almost impossible to separate the young actor from his role as Spider-Man but Holland manages to shift your perspective, with his Southern drawl and calm and measured demeanour. It is a risky move on Holland’s part but one that definitely pays off and shows his outstanding range as one of Britain’s brightest young talents.

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That inherent goodness cannot be applied to the other members of the cast however, with Robert Pattinson almost stealing the entire film as the mesmerising Pastor who has hoodwinked the town into worshipping him as their connection to God, all the while lying to them and wreaking havoc on young girls around town. He is a character you absolutely loathe and it is a testament to Pattinson’s performance that he draws this kind of emotional response from the audience. His monologue about people’s “delusions” leading them to sin is truly spellbinding and will have you glued to the screen as you realise how well this man can twist the townspeople into accepting his word as the truth.

As is the case with any film of this nature with multiple storylines, there are those that simply aren’t as engaging as the others. The serial killer storyline seems to plod along as a sidepiece with no real relevance, apart from an early interaction with a key player, ultimately falling flat and failing to carry as much impact as it should. By far the least interesting however, is that of Deputy Bodecker. Sebastian Stan is great in the role, transforming himself into the grimy overweight policeman in debt to the mob and working as an enforcer while he polices, but ultimately his storyline just does not really matter. His place in Arvin’s narrative is never really solidified and ultimately doesn’t carry the weight that the film thinks it does, leading to something of an anticlimactic finale that doesn’t quite reach the dramatic highs that have come before.

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The Devil All the Time is one of the most bold and risky films that Netflix has put out; a dark and violent exploration of the depravity that the human condition can extend to. While its subject matter certainly won’t appeal to a broad audience and the constant narration can be incredibly annoying, the excellence of the A-list cast’s performances cannot be overstated, with Holland and Pattinson in particular delivering awards worthy turns. This isn’t a casual watch by any means but if you find yourself in the mood for a good drama and something that will make you think then give The Devil All the Time a chance. I haven’t stopped thinking about it for almost a month and the more I do the more I am convinced that this is one of the best films of 2020.

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The Devil All the Time stars Tom Holland, Robert Pattinson, Sebastian Stan, Riley Keough, Jason Clarke, Eliza Scanlen, Haley Bennett, Mia Wasikowska, Harry Melling, Donald Ray Pollock and Bill Skarsgard – Streaming on Netflix now.