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Cruella

Walt Disney Pictures, 2021

Ask anybody who their favourite Disney villain is and odds are eventually you’ll get to that one wild card who thinks 101 Dalmatians Cruella De Vil reigns supreme above all the Ursulas and Scars. The puppy-killing monster certainly does make an impression within her own film but, as with almost all of Disney’s endless live-action films, the question remains: is this story necessary to tell? The answer is more mixed than you might expect. Cruella is easily the most original offering from the Mouse House in a long while; with a focus on a hyper-stylised world of fashion and a darker, revenge-driven plot. It often feels like director Craig Gillespie tries a bit of everything throughout the film – often all at once – leaving you overwhelmed and confused at times, but the performances from the whole cast, particularly Emma Stone and Emma Thompson, are top-notch and ultimately serve to carry you through this very bumpy ride.

Born Estella (Stone), the eventual villainess is turned onto a life of crime as a young girl when she witnesses her mother plummet to her death at the mansion of The Baroness (Thompson), a fashion tycoon with a penchant for narcissism who harbors more than a few dark secrets. Now an orphan, Estella escapes to London and takes up with local street thieves Horace (Paul Walter Hauser) and Jasper (Joel Fry), quickly becoming the leader of their gang as they scam and grift their way through life. When Jasper lands Estella a job at the Baroness’ fashion house years later, her chaotic alter-ego Cruella threatens to ruin the life she has created for herself, launching a vicious fashion war with the Baroness. As tensions heat up between the pair, long-buried secrets bubble to the surface, threatening to permanently warp Estella into the demented, dog-despising menace as we know her.

Walt Disney Pictures, 2021

Cruella is a strange film to pin down tonally. The melodramatic, almost Dickensian opening gives way to what appears to be a heist film, as we follow Cruella and the gang pull off a series of low-level cons. In retrospect, this might be the most enjoyable part of Cruella, free from the complicated world-building that comes in the second half. Once Estella comes to work for Thompson’s Baroness the film essentially becomes Disney’s take on The Devil Wears Prada, with Estella idolising the Baroness and her place within the fashion world she has long wished to be a part of. Emma Thompson is pitch perfect casting here outside of Meryl Streep herself, with a gleefully vicious performance skewering everything and everyone around her. The definition of a true narcissist, she cares for no one but herself and Thompson rules the screen, with some terrific costuming adding to the intimidating air she carries herself with. Some dark late game revelations rob her character of some of the fun factor – going where very few Disney films dare – ultimately to the detriment of the story, prioritising wrapping things up in a hurry over solid character work.

While the tone may shift the one thing that manages to stay consistent is the incessant use of popular 1970’s punk and pop songs. It isn’t understating things to say that the opening 90 minutes don’t contain a single scene that isn’t soundtracked by a song you’ve heard, from The Clash all the way to The Rolling Stones. Whilst it does give the film a certain madcap energy, it becomes incredibly tiresome as you begin to feel as if scenes have been plotted out around the song rather than their place in the story. One such scene involves Cruella arriving at a fashion gala in a truly punk rock fashion, with her posse performing The Stooges “I Wanna Be Your Dog” live as she steps out to the red carpet before… the scene ends. That’s it. In the context of the film Cruella’s arrival serves to upset the uptight Baroness but the scene also plays after a montage of her doing precisely that in a variety of other ways, so why did we need this scene? Thankfully things settle down in the second half of the film as Gillespie realises he can’t score every emotional scene with a loud rock song but it comes as too little too late after all the time wasted flashy music videos that could have been spent on meaningful character development.

Walt Disney Pictures, 2021

Then there’s Cruella herself, who starts things off as something of an anti-hero; a Robin Hood swindling the rich to fund her poor self. In a bizarre but interesting take on the character, she actually becomes more unlikeable as the film progresses, hinting at her eventual turn into full-tilt, Dalmatian-skinning madness. That madness takes the form of a type of split-personality syndrome, with the normal, fundamentally good-hearted Estella constantly at war with the mean-spirited Cruella inside of her. As far as metaphors between good and evil go, it isn’t exactly subtle; especially when the film makes a point of highlighting the warring colours in her hair as some kind of high-concept exploration of that metaphor. Nevertheless Emma Stone commits entirely, giving a ridiculously over-the-top performance in the best way, right down to a somewhat ludicrous British accent that somehow just… works. The schtick may get tiring at times, Stone herself is never boring, constantly making strange choices that lend themselves to the unhinged nature of the character.

There is no doubt that Cruella is the strangest of the live-action Disney films to date; with a distinctive style all its own as Craig Gillespie and Emma Stone delve deep into the psyche of one of the most iconic Disney villains. The breakneck pace and quality performances all around help to keep the film together despite the myriad of forces trying to tear it apart; be it the barrage of music, jarring tonal shifts and a need to conform to the Disney formula in the moments where it should be embracing Cruella’s punk spirit and dissenting. Those who have grown tired of the same old retread of classic animated fare (and who hasn’t at this point?) will likely enjoy a somewhat refreshing take on a now ancient property which will, if nothing else, keep you entertained for its monstrous two hour runtime, even if it never quite answers the question: why do we need this?

Walt Disney Pictures, 2021

Cruella stars Emma Stone, Joel Fry, Paul Walter Hauser, Mark Strong, John McCrea, Emily Beecham, Kirby Howell-Baptiste, Kayvan Novak & Emma Thompson – In cinemas and streaming on Disney+ with Premier Access now.

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Last Christmas

Universal Pictures, 2019

Good Christmas movies are a rarity these days. It seems like every year we’re hit with one or two big studio Christmas films that fail to make much of an impact (last year’s The Grinch remake anyone?) and the only movies that really seem to do well with the holidays are ones that use it as a framing device for other raunchy antics (The Night Before) or horrifying events (Krampus). Enter Last Christmas, the latest from renowned comedy director Paul Fieg and featuring Hollywood heavy hitters both new and old in Emilia Clarke, Henry Golding, Emma Thompson and Michelle Yeoh. Named after the title of one of the greatest Christmas songs ever made and featuring a soundtrack composed entirely of George Michael and Wham! music, it has all the indicators of the next holiday classic. Except it really isn’t. Last Christmas is almost a complete mess from the get-go; full of bland, uninteresting characters, a virtually non-existent story and plenty of jokes that land with a thud rather than a roar. The only redeeming qualities that save it from being a complete disaster are the natural charm of its two leads, Emma Thompson’s hilarious performance and its killer soundtrack.

Kate’s (Emilia Clarke) life is a mess. Having recently undergone serious heart surgery she has decided to live her life independently from her overbearing mother Petra (Emma Thompson), who she believes used Kate’s illness as a way of receiving more attention from the local community. This hasn’t exactly worked out all too well for her as Kate spends her nights hopping between friend’s places and one-night stands in the hopes of having a bed to sleep in. Her singing career, which took a hit following her diagnosis, is also a non-starter, and she splits her time during the day between unsuccessfully auditioning for musicals and working as an “elf” for Christmas store owner Santa (Michelle Yeoh). Enter Tom (Henry Golding), the handsome, charming local man who spends his nights volunteering at homeless shelters and just happens to wander by Kate one fateful day. Their “relationship” (if you can call it that), blossoms from there as Kate gradually begins to drop her guard and open up her life to more meaningful connections and pursuits. Throw in your standard romantic comedy tropes and some not so expected plot twists, which don’t make a lick of sense, and you’ve got yourself a movie, albeit not a very good one.

Universal Pictures, 2019

The chief culprit here is the story, or lack thereof one. Last Christmas just doesn’t know what it wants to be and the narrative shifts constantly, picking up sub-plots and dropping some immediately whilst turning others into the main plot. It doesn’t work at all which is a shame given the potential on offer here. Emilia Clarke has spoken often in interviews about her connection to the project given her real life battle with a serious illness and you would think that this would be a gold mine and easy option for the dramatic heart of the movie. Alas it’s never really mentioned other than in passing and the film never seems to take a deep dive into any particular theme; there’s no attempt to examine the difficulties that can be imposed on relationships by illness or a commentary about the current state of Christmas and consumerism, which seems a likely avenue given Santa’s ridiculously overstuffed store full of gaudy Christmas ornaments. There’s even an attempt at a subplot about a character coming out to her strict, traditional parents which could have been a timely commentary on today’s society, and which is made out early to be a central conflict going forward, but instead is just never mentioned again. The film never rises above a surface level sheen of Christmas cheer and inoffensive humour, and instead of something resembling a story we’re given a full minute’s worth of bird poo jokes and an almost fully realized character in Kate, albeit not a very likeable one.

The selling point for the film is clearly Emilia Clarke and Henry Golding, both fresh off star turns in the final season of Game of Thrones and Crazy Rich Asians respectively. Clarke is clearly relishing the chance to play someone other than the dour, overcast Khaleesi that she is known for, beaming at least once in every single scene – not what you would expect from someone in as dire straits as her but we’ve already established that the film has no interest in exploring anything under the surface. She plays the character well, selling the fun loving and quirky girl who just wants to find her independence but is stopped at every turn, but it’s the more somber moments (few as they may be) where Clarke really gets to show a different side to Kate. Beneath the cheery exterior is a woman who has suffered some severe trauma and has clearly not healed properly by cutting off her family as she recovers. Clarke sells these scenes perfectly, clearly drawing on her own personal struggle and imbuing the character with them. Golding, in comparison, gets significantly less to work with and is all but relegated to playing the “handsome guy”, never really doing much other than shooting understanding looks while he listens to Kate’s stories or imploring her to reconcile with her family. It’s a somewhat thankless role but Golding makes it much more than it is through his natural charisma and the film takes on a new energy whenever he arrives.

Universal Pictures, 2019

Emma Thompson rounds out the core cast here and manages to outshine both leads, hamming it up as the mother of Kate: a loud, affectionate Yugoslavian woman who wants nothing except for her family to succeed, but who constantly causes trouble in her pursuit of this. Thompson is also credited as one of the writers of the film and has clearly written herself all the best jokes. She steals every scene and in a film filled with fake over-the-top cheer her character is a breath of fresh air, doling out biting criticisms disguised as tough love that offend everyone around her. A key selling point for Last Christmas was its use of the music of George Michael and Wham!; a trend which is becoming increasingly popular in today’s films. It works here better than in most of its contemporaries by not overpowering the story. These iconic songs are relegated to a soundtrack, with only the title track playing any sort of relevance to the story. It was the right choice to make and spotting one of your favourite tracks in the background is a joy and a welcome distraction from some of the nonsense it may be accompanying. A few of the bigger songs playing more of a significant role wouldn’t have gone astray to inject some life in proceedings at times but overall the blend of story and music works and is a win for the film.

Last Christmas had so much going for it: an A-list leading duo in Emilia Clarke and Henry Golding, the comedic forces of Emma Thompson and Paul Fieg both in front of and behind the camera and the catalogue of George Michael and Wham! to round out the whole package and make this a Christmas movie to remember. Whilst Emma Thompson and the music work, sadly almost everything else goes wrong and what we’re left with is a plodding, confusing, unfunny mess which will surely be forgotten long before Christmas rolls around.

Universal Pictures, 2019

Last Christmas stars Emilia Clarke, Henry Golding, Emma Thompson & Michelle Yeoh – In cinemas now.

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Men in Black: International

Sony, 2019

You’d be forgiven in this day and age for not being familiar with the Men in Black franchise. The series, based on the popular comic, had its first cinematic adventure in 1997 – led by the unlikely yet infinitely watchable duo of Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones – and released two more sequels in the intervening 20 years to waning interest and lessening quality each time. Enter director F. Gary Gray’s reboot Men in Black: International, intended to breathe new life into the franchise, with new blood both behind and in front of the camera and two of the most popular actors working today in Chris Hemsworth and Tessa Thompson. It may be time to retire the suits for good after this one though, as Men in Black: International is one of the most bland and forgettable sci-fi action films in recent memory.

The plot (and I use that term loosely) revolves around Agent M (Tessa Thompson) attempting to uncover and enrol in the Men in Black agency following a run-in with an alien creature as a child. Her attempts land her on a probationary mission with Agent H (Chris Hemsworth), a high ranking member of the organisation who, together with Agent High T (Liam Neeson), defeated an alien invasion from a species known as “The Hive” three years prior and hasn’t been the same since. What starts as a routine mission babysitting a highly regarded alien soon turns to ruin after the arrival of two alien beings with the ability to turn into light and murder anyone in their path. Agents M and H must uncover the origin of these deadly assassins, whilst also dealing with the possibility of a mole within the Men in Black and ensuring that the most powerful weapon in the galaxy does not fall into the wrong hands.

Sony, 2019

The story, simply put, is a mess: full of disparate parts with no real connective tissue as we rush from scene to scene. There’s no depth or time given to any scene to let it breathe; things simply happen to the characters and the next scene is something totally independent of the last. For example: one minute the agents are being chased through the streets of Marrakesh in what we’re supposed to believe is a life or death fight for survival, and as soon as they enter a building housing an alien queen that intensity is gone. It’s never made clear to the audience if these assailants chasing the agents have given up, if the building has cloaked them or any number of science fiction options the writers could have used to give the scene some explanation – instead opting to abandon the last scene because now it’s time for the funny alien. This disjointed approach also robs the characters of any real development or arcs. The audience is meant to believe that Tessa Thompson has worked her whole life to realise this dream of joining the Men in Black but when it takes all of 10 minutes to go from nobody to rookie that doesn’t come across at all.

The ’97 original film succeeded off the back of Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones’ joint charisma and the running joke of the absurdity of that pairing. The humour that was created out of that combo worked for those actors and for the time in which the movie was made. International attempts that same style of humour without the odd pairing prerequisite Smith and Jones had, especially after Hemsworth and Thompson proved they had chemistry in Thor: Ragnarok, and as such all the jokes that come out of this fall disastrously flat. The only humour that really comes off well here is from Kumail Nanjiani’s pint sized alien Pawny, who joins H and M on their travels. Nanjiani’s trademark scathing humour is dialled down here to fit in with the rating but it always packs a bite, stealing the scene from whoever else is in it. Pawny was undoubtedly the highlight of the film despite the questionable CGI on the character at times. Given that the CGI of the original film was some of the greatest ever seen at that point in cinematic history, it’s unfortunate that is not the case here – alternating between overly glossy to downright awful to the point you can almost see the outline of the shape on the green screen.

Sony, 2019

Your mileage with Men in Black: International will depend on how you feel about Hemsworth and Thompson. Make no mistake they are the main attraction here, and you would be forgiven for being excited to see that combination again following Thor: Ragnarok. Unfortunately that chemistry is largely gone, with Hemsworth and Thompson seemingly operating as though they are in completely different movies. Thompson opts to play the straight woman here, giving the character a harder edge that doesn’t allow for much fun banter with Hemsworth’s character. There’s bright sparks here and there, but ultimately the character is written in such a one note way that there’s only so much a talented actress like Thompson can do with the role, and her lack of surprise at literally anything – even when others around her are shocked – doesn’t allow for the audience to really invest in her character. Hemsworth gets a chance to let his charisma and charm loose – to mixed results. He just doesn’t have the widespread appeal that Will Smith had in the original; and in instances where Smith played his ignorance as endearing, Hemsworth comes across as out of his depth. Despite the character’s shortcomings, Hemsworth never stops being fun to watch and keeps you along for the ride even when everything around him is so bland. Liam Neeson and Rebecca Ferguson also have brief but entertaining roles as the leader of the London Men in Black branch and an alien arms dealer respectively. Ferguson in particular is clearly having a ball with the character and it’s nice to see her branch out of her dramatic and more serious action roles.

Men in Black: International is ultimately an extremely forgettable and uninteresting sequel/reboot that does not do anything new or different enough to justify its existence. The proposed Men in Black / 21 Jump Street crossover which was developed and subsequently scrapped may not have worked in its own right, but it would have at least been something different as opposed to the tired rehash audiences received. Despite Chris Hemsworth and Kumail Nanjiani’s best efforts, in the end it just isn’t enough to save this film from fading from audiences’ minds as if they’d been hit with a blast from the neuralyzer.

Sony, 2019

Men in Black: International stars Chris Hemsworth, Tessa Thompson, Kumail Nanjiani, Liam Neeson, Rebecca Ferguson & Emma Thompson and is in cinemas now.