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Black Widow

Marvel Studios, 2021

It may have taken an extra year for Scarlett Johansson’s long overdue solo film to arrive but if Black Widow proves anything it’s that not even a global pandemic can halt the Marvel machine. From the moment she first appeared in Iron Man 2, Natasha Romanoff became a fan favourite and a pivotal character throughout the franchise, with a shady past before her tenure as an Avenger that was never fully addressed until now. Well, sort of anyway. Black Widow is less of an origin story than it is a placeholder and prequel rolled into one – set between the events of Civil War and Infinity War – that adds a few new layers to the first female Avenger but never enough to fully justify its existence or give Johansson the send-off she deserves.

Of all the stories and fragments of Natasha’s past that we have gleaned from previous movies, what the super spy did following Civil War never seemed high on many people’s list. She returns in Infinity War with Cap and a new hairdo and everyone accepted it without much questioning. That’s the biggest hurdle Cate Shortland’s solo film finds itself needing to overcome. Is this story essential to the character of Black Widow? No, not in any way that makes the previous films anymore impactful. Is it essential to setting up new characters who will carry the franchise forward replacing her? Yes, and for a film audiences have been clamouring for years to see, that feels like a pretty bad reason to make it.

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Now a fugitive from General Ross (William Hurt) and the Sokovian Accords she helped establish, Natasha is living off the grid when she is attacked by a mysterious masked assailant, codenamed Taskmaster, in search of a package sent to her by adopted sister Yelena (Florence Pugh). Drawn back into a life she thought she had put behind her, Natasha and Yelena seek out their adoptive father Alexei (David Harbour) – Russia’s own super soldier answer to Captain America – and mother Melina (Rachel Weisz) in an attempt to put an end to the secretive Red Room – the shadowy organisation responsible for the creation of the Black Widow’s – led by mastermind General Dreykov (Ray Winstone).

As far as its standing within the rest of the MCU canon goes, Widow aims for the gritty spy-thriller style of series highlight Captain America: Winter Soldier. For the most part it hits the mark, with some brutal hand-to-hand fight scenes including a stellar first encounter between the estranged sisters, but as was the case for recent MCU series WandaVision (the two projects share writer Jac Schaeffer), the third act devolves into an almost nonsensical explosion-fest without much substance at all or even a final climactic fight scene.

Marvel Studios, 2021

It also brings the film’s biggest problem to the forefront and that is the fact that we know what happens to Natasha in the larger scheme of things. Any tension raised by the possibility of her dying is quickly extinguished by the fact that we know she makes it through. Add to that a third act twist that the film seems to thinks makes the previously silent Taskmaster character into a sympathetic villain (it doesn’t) and you’ve got a film oddly devoid of stakes. A well paced, fun in the moment ride to be sure, but nothing we haven’t seen before or that fleshes out Natasha in any meaningful way.

This should be the perfect time to explore the murky goings-on in Natasha’s past, specifically the horrific atrocities performed on her and all the Black Widow program candidates that have been referenced numerous times in other films. We’re talking about little girls ripped away from any chance at a normal existence and forced to murder people for a living. It’s heavy stuff and the brilliant opening credits sequence makes you believe that this is exactly what we’ll be getting into. But every time we come close to a breakthrough emotional moment; some semblance of catharsis or an even an acknowledgment of the trauma Natasha faced, the film is broadsided by an action sequence; never providing any satisfying conclusion to the questions we all have. One of the most egregious of these problems comes in the form of a horrifically awkward joke about the involuntary hysterectomies the Black Widow subjects suffered. Marvel films have always preferred to hit a joke beat in a story rather than to address the uncomfortable and it usually works, but this particular instance is in very poor taste.

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Where the film really succeeds is in the new characters it introduces. Florence Pugh is terrific, easily the best part of the film alongside David Harbour, who really gets to bare her soul as the hard-done-by sister of Natasha. Having grown up believing Natasha was her real sister and not knowing they were part of an undercover mission has deeply affected her, with Romanoff’s sudden return and unwillingness to acknowledge their time together as anything more than a mission pouring salt on the wound. Pugh masterfully demonstrates the pain Yelena is going through, bickering with her sister constantly and making snide remarks about her time with the Avengers. She might be as adept at Natasha in her fighting skills, but in burying her emotions she is not so well equipped. Pugh also carries the film’s comedy well, with a fun little running joke about Natasha’s superhero poses sure to please longtime fans of the character.

David Harbour’s Alexei, AKA Red Guardian – the Russian counterpart to Captain America – is a riot, quite literally at times, tearing through enemies with a wicked temper and sense of humour. Harbour’s performance is all scenery-chewing Russian stereotype in the most fun way, swigging Vodka as he tells his war stories in a hilariously thick accent and he is clearly relishing the chance to play this insanely over-the-top character; a far cry from Stranger Things’ Hopper. There is more to Alexei than meets the eye, namely a deep sense of insecurity and failure buried under mountains of fake stories of combat with Captain America and despite only having met him and Yelena in this film, the emotional beats hit surprisingly hard.

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Both characters are written in a way that ensures they instantly fold into the MCU’s blend of comedy and action hero bravado, as if we’ve known them for years. The post-credits scene sours this a little (no spoilers) as the pieces begin to click and you realise that the movie seems to have only been made as a launchpad for these new characters to take on a bigger role going forward. While the MCU has a long history of doing this it doesn’t change the fact that this is a film that fans have long clamoured for, and to only make it as a way of furthering the franchise whilst pretending it is some loving ode to the character of Black Widow isn’t the best look. Sure it fills in a few gaps in the franchises history, and fans of the original Avengers film will be pleased to learn more about the infamous Budapest mission, but Black Widow had a perfect, emotional send-off in Engdame and to trot her back out now without a purpose almost seems disrespectful to Scarlet Johansson and the work she did establishing this iconic franchise.

Whilst it packs all the humour and action that fans of the MCU have come to expect and love, Black Widow ultimately feels a bit disposable; a throwaway story that would have worked much better if it had actually been released chronologically following Civil War, fleshing out the character before her final appearances and adding more weight to those scenes. Still it is fun to see Scarlett Johansson return to her iconic role and the additions of Florence Pugh and David Harbour to the MCU are two huge wins; yet another example of the exciting, talented actors Marvel continues to win over, that promise to be a breath of fresh air going forward. As for Natasha Romanoff, that red ledger has finally been wiped clean.

Marvel Studios, 2021

Black Widow stars Scarlett Johansson, Florence Pugh, David Harbour, Rachel Weisz, O-T Fagbenle, William Hurt, Olga Kurylenko & Ray Winstone – In cinemas now and streaming on Disney+ with Premier Access.

Rating: 7 out of 10.

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Midsommar

A24, 2019

Ari Aster made waves with his 2018 debut feature Hereditary – a horror film which expertly mixed together a raw look at one family’s struggle to hold together following tragedy with a mystery involving a strange cult with closer ties to the family and their history than they think. Featuring a criminally underrated performance from Toni Collette (one of the best of the year) and with a distinct visual style, Hereditary brought new meaning to the term creepy; a slow burn build that ratcheted up the tension to breaking point before a chaotic and violent third act. It’s fair to say that expectations were high for the director’s follow-up Midsommar and it doesn’t disappoint for the most part; with another powerhouse performance from a female lead in Florence Pugh, an engrossing central mystery and somehow more tension than his previous film at times. At a beefy two and a half hours, the film sometimes gets lost on its way to the lackluster conclusion, made all the more frustrating by the excellent, inventive cinema which precede it.

Midsommar finds Aster in familiar territory, with Dani (Florence Pugh) recently learning of a great tragedy in her life, leaving her with no one to lean on other than her boyfriend Christian (Jack Reynor); a well meaning but pretty unlikeable guy who complains to his friends about the lengths he goes to keep Dani happy whilst subsequently forgetting her birthday, you know: good boyfriend problems. Dani’s current predicament leaves Christian with little choice other than to invite her on an upcoming boys trip to Sweden to visit his exchange student friend Pelle’s (Vilhelm Blomgren) secluded farm commune, along with their friends Mark (Will Poulter) and Josh (William Jackson Harper), who is writing his thesis on the Midsummer celebrations across Europe. The group are welcomed with open arms into the tight knit community, offered drugs, food and music, and things seem completely idyllic until the midsummer festivities begin, a series of bizarre and deadly rituals which threaten to tear the bonds of the group apart and perhaps the odd face or two. Think The Sound of Music meets The Hills have Eyes.

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Much was made of the decision to stage almost the entire film during the day, a time generally reserved in horror films for easing audiences into the scares and setting up events that will pay off in the terrifying night. Aster once again employs the tension and atmosphere that he used so brilliantly on Hereditary to equally effective results: Midsommar is a film which breaks you down on a mental level. You never feel completely comfortable watching the events unfolding on screen, even when it’s something as innocuous as dancing, and there’s always a sense that something is off about this seemingly perfect community – which of course there is. Ultimately, however, the daylight setting is something of a double edged sword, instilling that sense of constant dread whilst also robbing the proceedings of much of their horror without the cover of night. Nothing is ever really scary and even when things start to truly go south it’s all just extremely uncomfortable to watch more than anything. Where Hereditary thrived on its use of darkness, hiding things in the black space until your eyes adjusted and your brain registered what it was seeing, Midsommar shows you everything, relying on the unsettling friendliness of the locals and the audiences knowledge that something has to go wrong at some point to keep you on your toes. It works well enough to keep you guessing about the central mystery, but it means that when all the secrets are exposed there isn’t much room to scare or surprise you anymore – you’re simply seeing the ride through to the end.

That’s not to say that Midsommar is lacking in the visual department; it’s all shot stunningly, with the rolling fields and hills of Sweden serving as a gorgeous backdrop for the horrors that unfold, giving the film an almost other worldly feel. Combine that with Aster’s bag of impressive camera tricks – from a spinning, vertigo inducing shot of the road foreshadowing the madness to come to a wave effect that plays on the environment surrounding the village when our characters are under the influence of drugs – and it all serves to immerse you in the confined environment, testing your stamina for just how much of the craziness you can endure before you break. That craziness is amplified by the epic runtime of the film, a somewhat necessary side effect to truly break the audience, there are nevertheless some plot elements that feel almost shoehorned in to create more conflict where it isn’t necessary. An argument later on in the film which acts to further divide the main group feels trivial when you take into account the events that they have seen and at a certain point the argument of “let’s embrace the local culture” should go out the window when the body count starts rising. These issues fall away though because of how good a job Aster does in getting you invested in the central mystery, and regardless of how you feel about the ending, the ride to it is engrossing and tense.

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Without a doubt the strongest part of Midsommar lies in the lead performance of Florence Pugh as the damaged Dani. From the outset she’s put up against terrible circumstances and her mental state is fragile before she even arrives in Sweden. Pugh plays the character’s struggle to find support brilliantly, with a desperate desire to keep hold of Christian regardless of the way he treats her morphing into realisation and a search for acceptance elsewhere. Pugh is always up to the tasks given to her by the script – whether it’s shock at the events happening around her or exhaustion from the mental strain of resisting the cult she finds herself encircled by and the haunting events from her past constantly creeping their way into her brain. Surrounding her is a solid supporting cast, made up of both American and Swedish actors who all work brilliantly to assist Dani’s descent into madness. Jack Reynor plays the boyfriend archetype on multiple levels; Christian is acutely aware the way he is treating Dani is wrong and yet he persists, and the interactions with his friends highlight just how self-centered the character is, ultimately leading to some pretty shocking events in the final act. Reynor is tasked with quite a bit of physical acting towards the conclusion – things that would be difficult for a veteran actor to deal with – and he pulls it off wonderfully, really selling the fall of Christian. Rounding out the group is Will Poulter who brings a surprising amount of comedy to the proceedings, serving to defuse some of the ever building tension, and Vilhelm Blomgren as Pelle, a character who’s motives you’re never quite sure about, who acts almost as the narrator, guiding our characters through the festivities and the horrors they face.

Midsommar is another triumph for Ari Aster, who continues to prove himself a master of tense, atmospheric horror. Whilst falling slightly short of Hereditary in terms of its story and scares, it is nevertheless a creepy, intriguing mystery anchored by a haunting lead performance from Florence Pugh. The depth to the story and the sheer number of small details and easter eggs warrant many repeat viewings, made all the more easier by the level of craftsmanship on display visually. If Aster wants to keep making cult horror films for years to come you’ll be hard pressed to find someone with a single complaint, but with talent like this it won’t be long before he’s swinging in the majors and I can’t wait to see what kind of spine tingling carnage the man can deliver with a studio budget behind him.

A24, 2019

Midsommarstars Florence Pugh, Jack Reynor, Will Poulter, William Jackson Harper and Vilhelm Blomgren – In cinemas now.