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Dune (2021)

Warner Bros, 2021

Not since his last film Blade Runner 2049 has there been sci-fi with such massive scope as Denis Villeneuve’s adaptation of Frank Herbert’s seminal novel Dune. Truly epic in all aspects, the story of the planet Arrakis and the war between ancient houses for control of it is brought to life in stunning detail; a complex, layered story of political betrayal anchored by the classic hero’s journey of Timothée Chalamet’s Paul. A personal favourite of Villeneuve’s, you can feel his love for the material in every scene; making for one of the most engrossing, fully realised (except for the fact that this is only part one) stories in recent cinematic memory. Huge sci-fi that delivers huge results.

That isn’t to say Dune is immediately graspable. A behemoth in the sci-fi world, Herbert’s novels span six books and countless follow-up tales released since his death. Villeneuve’s film only seeks to tackle the very first of these, and only even a portion of that story, yet there is still plenty to unpack to justify the film’s immense runtime. On a high level the story centres around Paul (Chalamet), son of Leto (Oscar Isaac) and Jessica (Rebecca Ferguson) and heir to the great house Atreides. When the all-powerful Emperor (unseen in this film) calls for the Atreides’ to take control of the planet Arrakis – home to the Spice, the only substance able to sustain intergalactic travel – from rival house Harkonnen, events are set in motion that will test Paul and his people’s resolve as they are thrust into a complex web of political intrigue. As his situation becomes increasingly dire, Paul is forced to contemplate his destiny and the strange dreams he has experienced which push him to explore his place amongst the Fremen, the native people of Arrakis.

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It’s a weighty story and Villeneuve takes his time unravelling it for the viewer, carefully setting the stage and characters before pivoting into the meat of the journey on Arrakis. Unlike a lot of larger scale blockbusters nowadays Dune never feels overly hand holding; constantly presenting new ideas, characters and places and expecting the audience to keep up. In that way it may not be accessible to everyone; the film demands your attention, but the end result is nothing short of spellbinding and it is impossible to not get swept up in Villeneuve’s always visually interesting approach to this tale. Key to that immersion is the sense of scale that he creates, often framing shots from far back to highlight just how insignificant characters look compared to starships or the fearsome sandworms that call Arrakis home. It’s a device that constantly creates jaw-dropping imagery whilst furthering the narrative and this attention to detail extends to everything from the aesthetics – each world is visually distinct from one another – to something as simple as the shields used in combat – vivid blue and red flashes easily conveying the outcomes of battles without having to sacrifice the scale of a wide shot.

The costumes and production designs are similarly stunning; a striking mixture of futuristic garb resembling armour and more traditional military inspired wardrobe. The evil Harkonnen Baron, played by Stellan Skarsgård, is a truly inspired combination of practical and visual effects; a hulking, obese lump of pale flesh who practically oozes evil before morphing into a towering, floating pillar of black cloak when provoked. Why is he like this? The film never offers any elucidation and that really is the defining strength of Dune: pulling you into entire galaxy of story without feeling the need to explain every bit of it. If you look hard enough, you can constantly uncover new layers but if you aren’t interested in that the story still works as a thrilling slice of sci-fi action; even if this film errs on the side of set-up.

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Which is really is the only negative to be found here: the set-up. As only part one of the story – a ballsy move naming it so considering the sequel had yet to be greenlit on release – the film simply feels incomplete; the beginning of something much larger to come. Whilst that may be somewhat unsatisfying for today’s audience accustomed to instant gratification from Netflix binge sessions, there is enough here to warrant repeat viewings to unpack it all, from Christ allegories to deep themes of legacy and destiny. And let’s not forget the impossible task set upon Villeneuve in the first place; Dune is a positively massive story spanning thousands of years in its full, franchise-long scope. The fact that he has managed to capture the essence of the story (we haven’t even mentioned the more fantastical elements such as the witch-like Bene Gesserit) and turn it into such a rousing success as this proves the man is one of the best filmmakers working today. He has earned the right to take his time.

I’d be remiss not to mention the incredible score from Hans Zimmer; similarly epic in scope, it fluctuates between booming bass and bombastic choral pieces that further emphasise the different cultures and perspectives at play within Dune. To ensure that the film remains grounded in the characters that populate its many worlds Villeneuve has enlisted a smorgasbord of acting talent, led by Chalamet. He’s a suitably arrogant Paul, a trait borne of his nobility that doesn’t necessarily make him an unlikeable character but rather speaks to the shift he undergoes as the life he knows is drastically altered. A litany of terrific supporting players surround him, from Sharon Duncan-Brewster’s allegedly impartial judge overseeing the shift in Arrakis’ leadership to Josh Brolin’s steely military chief; a disgruntled warrior who has clearly been affected by his bloody past. Yet it is Jason Momoa who stands out amongst them, delivering his best performance yet as the heroic soldier Duncan Idaho, a personal friend to Paul and advisor to the Duke. What he lacks in his iconic beard he more than makes up for in heart and likeability, a shot of personality amongst the cold expanse of space and political strictness.

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Dune is a film that has to accomplish a lot: adapting Frank Herbert’s dense text in a palatable way, making an entire galaxy come alive with personality and nuance, and most of all create an engaging, cinematic story. And Denis Villeneuve accomplishes it all in such a complete way that this really feels like the starting chapter in a new classic science fiction franchise, up there with the likes of Star Wars and Alien. Full of vibrant visuals, a luscious score from Hans Zimmer and production designs that totally immerse you in the experience, Dune is a truly unique film that is best experienced on the biggest screen you can find. If you haven’t sought it out already, what are you Dune?

Warner Bros, 2021

Dune stars Timothée Chalamet, Rebecca Ferguson, Zendaya, Oscar Isaac, Jason Momoa, Stellan Skarsgård, Josh Brolin, Sharon Duncan-Brewster, Stephen McKinley Henderson, Dave Bautista, Charlotte Rampling, David Dastmalchian, Chang Chen & Javier Bardem – In cinemas now.

Rating: 9 out of 10.

9/10

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Sweet Girl

Netflix, 2021

Jason Momoa is one of the most physically imposing leading men in all of Hollywood, I mean just look at him, the man could kill you with a scowl alone. Putting him in a gritty revenge action flick like Brian Andrew Mendoza’s Sweet Girl seems like a no-brainer for Netflix to draw views, but apart from a solid performance from the big man himself this is as middle of the road action as you can get. Not an awful film by any means, just content to coast along on convention and do absolutely nothing special to stand out from the dozens of other throwaway action films Netflix seems to have in an endless supply.

When his wife (Adria Arjona) succumbs to cancer that may have been prevented had a new drug not been kept off the market by shady pharmaceutical company BioPrime, Ray Cooper (Jason Momoa) declares war against the organisation and issues a death threat to its skeevy CEO Simon Keeley (Justin Bartha). After an attempt to make good on that threat goes awry, Ray is reluctantly joined by his teenage daughter Rachel (Isabela Merced) as they attempt to outrun a crazed hitman (Manuel Garcia-Rulfo) and bring to light a conspiracy bigger than they had ever imagined. One that, if true, could bring an end to BioPrime’s shady dealings and provide the family some semblance of retribution.

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The main problem with that plot is just how predictable it all is, until it isn’t. From the outset you can see where everything is ultimately heading and even though Momoa is clearly giving everything he has to his performance, it doesn’t change the fact that the film is almost identical to at least a dozen others. The initial carefully planned job gone wrong, our heroes evading cops and killers as their mettle is tested again and again until they find the will to carry on before the big reveal of the true mastermind. Think The Fugitive with the violence of Taken. It all sticks so painfully to formula apart from a late-game twist that should fundamentally alter everything that came before but fails to do so in any meaningful way. It’s one of those plot twists that seems profound but does little to alter the film’s final destination or improve upon any of the technical problems.

The most egregious of those technical problems is in the fight sequences, where shaky cam reigns supreme in all its unintelligible, painful to watch glory. What makes it worse is that there is some solid camerawork underneath, with slow, spinning pans and some excellent one-takes completely ruined by what appears to be the camera thrown into a washing machine. Momoa is more than capable of delivering a competent fight scene, just look at his work in Game of Thrones or Aquaman, yet it is almost impossible to discern what is happening when the action starts pumping, even more frustrating considering Mendoza’s history as a cinematographer. That, combined with the film’s strict adherence to formula, means these scenes are also devoid of any stakes or tension, with characters shrugging off falls from 2 storey buildings and stabbings as if they were nothing before launching into a fresh round of incomprehensible violence until someone somehow drops dead.

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Sweet Girl is simply the latest in a long line of completely watchable action thrillers ruined by terribly executed, shaky-cam ridden fight scenes and a plot so predictable, you could make a pretty effective drinking game out of it. Thanks to Momoa and Merced’s chemistry it remains watchable and, as is always the case with these types of films, is sure to find a devoted audience on the streamer, but there are far better action film options out there than this perfectly serviceable, instantly forgettable thriller.

Netflix, 2021

Sweet Girl stars Jason Momoa, Isabela Merced, Manuel Garcia-Rulfo, Amy Brenneman, Adria Arjona & Justin Bartha – Streaming on Netflix now.

Rating: 5 out of 10.

5/10

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Zack Snyder’s Justice League

Warner Bros, 2021

Director’s cuts are not an uncommon occurrence in the movie industry. We’ve seen classics like Blade Runner and Apocalypse Now improve upon the already iconic finished products and some not as successful attempts (sorry George Lucas). Zack Snyder’s Justice League may be the most deserving of all for its director to be given a second chance, with the original 2017 film caught in a storm of personal grievances and restrictive studio mandates which eventually led to his replacement by Avengers director Joss Whedon. The resulting product was a surface level fight-fest, with nary a full character arc in sight, that attempted to please studio executives rather than the fan base rampant to see out Snyder’s vision, which began with 2013’s excellent Man of Steel. Finally, after years of vehement online support, Warner Bros acquiesced, allowing Snyder to present his full, gigantic 4 hour vision of the ultimate DC super-hero team-up on streaming services around the world. Does it live up to the hype? Yes and no. Let’s get into it.

For the uninitiated, the broad strokes of Justice League centre around Batman (Ben Affleck) and Wonder Woman (Gal Gadot) attempting to recruit a team of super-powered individuals to fight against the oncoming threat of Steppenwolf (Ciarán Hinds), an intergalactic being hell-bent on destroying the Earth and cultivating it into an apocalyptic wasteland for big bad Darkseid (Ray Porter). In order to do this, he must collect the DC equivalent of the Infinity Stones, the Mother Boxes; three cubes scattered across the globe which, when combined, create an unstoppable force to change the planet to the user’s will. As the newly formed Justice League – now including Aquaman (Jason Momoa), Flash (Ezra Miller) and Cyborg (Ray Fisher) – clash with Steppenwolf, they begin to realise that their only way to achieve victory may be through some less than ethical means and a recently deceased Kryptonian.

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Simply put, Zack Snyder’s Justice League is the vastly superior version of the film, feeling like far more of a thematically and tonally consistent sequel to Man of Steel and Batman v Superman than Whedon’s cut. Narratively it is a very similar beast, with majority of the big action set-pieces remaining intact, but where Whedon’s version threw away character development and story in favour of quippy one-liners and mindless filler scuffles, Snyder restores these aspects, with a particular focus placed on the characters of Cyborg and Steppenwolf, two of the most underserved and generic characters from the 2017 film. Cyborg’s origin and relationship with his father is the emotional centre of the film, leaving the baffling question as to why Whedon chose to remove the only fully fledged character arc from his movie. Fisher is wonderful as the troubled half-man half-machine, conflicted over his feelings towards his father’s work that left him alive but cost him his mother and any semblance of a normal life. No longer does Cyborg simply become a hero after a pep-talk from Wonder Woman, but from some serious soul-searching and forgiveness, a theme Ben Affleck’s caped crusader learnt the hard way in Batman v Superman.

Ciarán Hinds’ incompetent villain Steppenwolf is also reworked into a more sympathetic character this time around, less concerned with collecting macguffins to destroy the world than he is to serve out a debt owed to Darkseid and win back his place as the right-hand man of DC’s answer to Thanos. Sure this may be shown in something of a clumsy and eerily relatable way, with Steppenwolf communicating with his boss via a series of magical Zoom calls, but using redemption as a motivator following an implied betrayal of Darkseid makes for a much more interesting character. Steppenwolf’s revamp extends to the visual side as well, marking a significant upgrade for the creature who has gone from a poorly rendered, gladiator armour wearing alien to a ferocious, spike clad minion of death, worthy of the threat Snyder insistently reminds us he is to the newly formed league of heroes. The scenes involving Steppenwolf also showcase a new feature of the Snyder Cut: the R rating. Gore features heavily as Steppenwolf slices and dices his way through scores of Amazonian and Atlantean soldiers, who explode in puffs of viscera at the blade of his lethal axe. It’s an unneeded touch for sure, likely to alienate the ever-present audience of young children who come to these films to see Superman and Wonder-Woman kick butt without any evidence of actual harm, but it certainly fits in with Snyders MO of throwing everything at his likely last outing in the DC universe.

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That’s right, all the quirks that come with Zack Snyder’s style are present here on a scale larger than anything we have seen before. That includes some truly cringe inducing dialogue, a return to the gritty, grounded characters of before (gone is the giddily childish humour of Whedon) and as much slow-motion action that the human mind can physically endure before exploding. Seriously, at times it feels like a quarter of the film is just slow-motion shots of our heroes narrowly avoiding a bullet or pushing something out of the way of harm. The lack of a restriction on runtime allows for all sorts of overindulgence on Snyder’s part, from an extended scene of hymns to Aquaman sung by an Icelandic village to an almost Return of the King number of endings, including the much hyped “Knightmare” sequence, which serves as an intriguing, if unfulfilling look at where Snyder’s proposed trilogy of films would have gone. Jared Leto’s singular scene as the Joker here is better than the entirety of Suicide Squad, even if it is about a fraction of the length of that mess, but doesn’t elevate the film significantly or warrant a complete viewing on its own merits.

The continued narrative of Superman continues to be Snyder’s greatest contribution to this iteration of the DC universe, even if he doesn’t lean into the character’s moral compass as much as in Man of Steel, with his endlessly positive message of hope ringing louder now than ever. It is genuinely exciting to see him return to save the day, and the touches of Hans Zimmer’s Man of Steel score in Thomas Holkenborg’s completely re-recorded and otherwise rather generic score are goosebump inducing during the climactic fight scenes. Cavill’s performance is one for the ages and the fact that this may very well be the last time we see him don the blue and red (or black this time around) suit can’t help but feel bittersweet, especially given this film’s lack of importance to the overarching DC story going forward, with Warner Bros declaring Whedon’s cut the canonical entry in the franchise. There is some retribution in knowing that Cavill’s last appearance as the Man of Steel isn’t marred by a digitally removed moustache (Google it) but here’s hoping it isn’t the last time we see him on-screen.

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Zack Snyder’s Justice League is a fascinating experiment of a film. Whilst it is an undoubtedly good thing that Snyder was allowed to see out his full creative vision, the fact remains that this version of the superhero epic – whilst superior to Whedon’s – is at times a bloated, directionless cluster bomb of a movie, with the director let loose to throw everything and the kitchen sink into the viewer’s eyeballs: the good, the bad and the godawful slow-motion (seriously stop doing that). As a continuation of his previous DC work, this feels like a satisfactory, suitably epic conclusion, even if the epilogue scene doesn’t convey that sense of finality. While it is easy to look at the Snyder Cut as a win, it also represents something of the toxic side of fandom, where “fan ownership” of characters leads to the bullying of studios and individuals into getting what they want. I’m more than curious to see what Zack Snyder would do with the sequels to this film and I genuinely hope they get made, but only if the creative team has genuine interest and supports the project, not as a result of a bunch of bullish, entitled fans. When part of the fandom turns as dark as Darkseid’s minions, no one wins.

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Zack Snyder’s Justice League stars Ben Affleck, Gal Gadot, Ezra Miller, Jason Momoa, Ray Fisher, Amy Adams, Diane Lane, Willem Dafoe, Jesse Eisenberg, Jeremy Irons, Connie Nielsen, J.K. Simmons, Ciarán Hinds, Amber Heard, Joe Morton and Henry Cavill – Streaming on HBO Max in the US and on Binge in Australia now.