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by David Anderson Cutler

The BFI London Film Festival is upon us again [that was a quick year!]...with a staggering choice of LGBT films and short films. It will be nigh on impossible to cover every [LGBT] film...but, we will try to do our very best. So...here are the films on our watch-list...subject to changes and clashes...enjoy!


Wednesday 2 October 2019...

The Personal History Of David CopperfieldDev-PatelThe Personal History of David Copperfield
By Armando Iannucci

Here's a book...a wild re-imagining of an absolute classic...

Undoubtedly, the purists will loathe it...it's akin to a cubist doing an interpretation of the Mona Lisa. Mr Iannucci has been a tad extravagant with the original material...rendering it into mainstream comedy [with generous dollops of sentimentality] rather than the satirical/cynical wit that he is best known for.

Those, unlucky enough to have never read the book...will be duly entertained. It is a fine production for the uninitiated. But...there remains that great big elephant [in the film] that needs to be addressed: The casting. Certainly, [one of] the boldest casting decisions ever made. In Mr Iannucci's defence, as he explained in the Q&A, he wanted to reflect a modern-day, multi-ethnic London...in Dickens' time! A bold move, a bolder decision...but, does it work? Yes, it [in part] does...in that ethnicity should never matter...and, for that [alone], this film should be applauded.


Thursday 3 October 2019...

The King

Timothee-ChalametThe King
by David Michôd

Take a piece of history, give a nod to William Shakespeare, oomph it up with a few big names, some [historical] inaccuracies [aka poetic licence] and a budget to die for...the result is this...The King - a rather savage, sweeping and assured version of the 'facts'. 

Joel Edgerton @ London Film Festival 2019This is a film about manipulation and masculinity...moreover, this is about the brain behind the brawn. Watching Timothée Chalamet jostle to the tune of the puppet master(s) - until the penny eventually drops - is as revelatory as the revelation itself. This young man can act...it will come as no surprise if he receives the nod from Oscar. In fact, this film has Oscar-worthiness written all over it...even Robert Pattinson's small [as in role] but perfectly formed Dauphin may bag him an award for best supporting actor! He steals the show...with his heavily accented menace.

Joel Edgerton deserves due praise for both being [gruff and amiable] John Falstaff and co-writer...the script manages the complexities of the story without being overly complex...now that's clever. Sentimentality does get a look in, without it being soppy. As we all [should] know, Prince Hal's mighty moment was Agincourt...the film's climactic battle scene does not disappoint. Filmed with breath-taking savagery while still retaining the absolute futility of it all. Impressive to say the least...and that is what this film is...impressive.

The Miracle Of The Sargasso Sea

The Miracle of the Sargasso Sea
by Syllas Tzoumerkas

Structure is everything...especially in film! Strong foundations are crucial...without them everything falls apart. Ironically, this film has the strongest of foundations - the opening scene is fierce. And then, sadly, it literally falls apart...for a while...waiting for something to happen...when that 'thing' eventually does [belatedly] happen, the audience couldn't care less. Why? Because...what Syllas Tzoumerkas [erroneously] did is to make his central character so bloody unlikeable that you don't give a hoot if this drunken police chief solves the [long awaited] crime or not. Obviously, she does...in an absolute [inconceivable] flash!

All this film needed was a brutal script editor, someone who could see the wood behind the trees. Quite possibly, Mr Tzoumerkas' intention was to present humdrum daily monotony as a foil against the abject disturbia that follows. It certainly is as disturbing as disturbing gets...but, the lead up, all that flaff...well, disappointingly so, let's just say that there was way too much flaffing around before the final event and leave it at that!

Matthias & Maxime

Matthias & Maxime
by Xavier Dolan

Xavier, Xavier, Xavier...where have you been?

After a cacaphonous and dissenting win at Cannes with the divisive It's Only the End of the World [although we loved this film]. And, following the full-on flatulent disappointment of The Death and Life of John F. Donovan, Monsieur Dolan [thankfully] returns to what he does best...with one almighty problem!

That 'problem' is none other than that old chestnut itself...being too close, doing too much. The importance of a script editor can never be exaggerated...M&M desperately needed one to shave off all the unnecessary bristle. In John F. Donovan, Monsieur Dolan infamously cut Jessica Chastaine from the entire film [he lost quite a few Hollywood Brownie points with that manoeuvre]...if he had employed that same tactic with M&M, by cutting out the entirely unnecessary scenes with Harris Dickinson...and, by listening to and acting on a script editor's advice, M&M would have been a far better film than it is.

Saying that...M&M is [still] a fine film...with so much heart and wounded soul. Boys born on different sides of the tracks...friends with aspirational benefits, friends destined to become so much more. Monsieur Dolan infuses his character with a decent, deep-down delicacy...he is everything that Matthias is not and vice versa. Yet, they fit. Their relationship is as lovely as it is frustrating to watch...with their histories concluded and their futures yet to be decided...this is all about will they or won't they.

All Matthias & Maxime needed was a closer shave to be more of a marvel than it already is...!


Friday 4 October 2019...

Bacurau 2019

Barbara Colen @ London Film Festival 2019Bacurau
by Juliano Dornelles & Kleber Mendonça Filho

When you cheer at someone's head being blown off...you just know that these directors hit the nail squarely on that head!

Take one tiny pueblo in the middle of nowhere, populate it with some 'savoury' characters...throw in a flying saucer, some mind-altering drugs and a few murderous guns...Bacurau is a place you wouldn't want to visit...but, will definitely want to experience...from afar, from the comfort of your living room!

From where it starts to where it ends up is akin to popping a pill [or two] downed with a bottle of Mezcal...this is definitely a trip into foreign and strange territories. The cruelty is unnerving, the corruption is soul-destroying and the twists and turns are a hallucinogenic rollercoaster return to normality.

As a statement on poverty, Bacurau is relentless. This is a community that is - quite literally - preyed upon...by absolutely everyone, in ways you couldn't imagine. Yes, it's political. No, it's not a head-spinning whine against captialism. This is a thrilling, often hysterical, shot-gun approach to social commentary. This is what happens when evrything goes barking mad and the underdogs collectively raise their hackles. Seriously...the is sensational filmmaking.

Monos 2019

Monos
by Alejandro Landes

Lord of the Flies with a bit of Johnny Mad Dog, snippets of Deliverance and a soupçon of Apocalypse Now...yip, a sensorial smörgåsbord of cinematic references...with a [vital] difference. This is Colombia's dilapidated state-of-affairs...thrown out, for all the world to see...made accessible through the power of film.

Alejandro Landes grinds his axe...into a searing and scathing edge. For this is not fiction, this is the reality that Colombians have been living with for decades. The exploitation, the brain-washing, the arming of children is a practice so heinous...yet, it [inexplicably, criminally, negligently] persists all over the world.

Monos is a difficult film to watch...as it should be. It's finely crafted with some remarkable performances. There is little in the way of sympathy for these kids, there are a few nuggets of vulnerability...but, bearing in mind that these are just [manipulated] kids, the sympathy should gush...Señor Landes presents it as it is...asking the question: What would you do if this happened to your own child? A tough one to imagine, this film will help.

Remarkable.

Trouble

Trouble
by Mariah Garnett

The trouble with Trouble is...there really isn't a very interesting story to be told.

Sorry to have to say that...but, what may have had potential [to be made into a film] proved to have little-to-no potential at all...rendering this to be a masterclass in getting blood out of a stone...with some bizarre [gender] identity issues thrown in, along with some drag queens, simply [it would seem] to increase the run-time to that of a feature.

For Mariah Garnett, this is a personal travelogue into her family history and beyond. After many years, she reunites with her estranged father...you would think that this would be an emotional journey...surely, an emotional reunion...for the audience, it's not. If it was for her, she certainly doesn't show it on camera.

Apologies...but, some [most] familial stories really ought not to be shared...they are only interesting to those involved...even with the 'artistic' flourishes!


Saturday 5 October 2019...

The LighthouseThe Lighthouse
by Robert Eggers

Madness...pure and utter madness! You'll either love it or loathe it...we loved it!

Apart from a few brief appearances by a mermaid, this is a duel of words and a jousting of minds...between [equally matched] Willem Dafoe and Robert Pattinson...bothknock it out of the park unreseveredly. Robert Eggers sets the malignant tone from the off...stern black and white, claustrophobic aspect, wildly angular sets and a soundscape that will shake the bejeezuz out of you...that bellowing foghorn!

So...it's two men alone on a rock for weeks...surely, there's got to be some kind of subtext!?! Oooh there is, a smidgen. But, if you let your imagination run wild [as Mr Eggers did], that subtext is as subtle as a brick banged into your face. Robert Eggers, as he said himself: "Nothing good can happen when two men are trapped alone in a giant phallus." And nothing does!

It ain't pretty, it is bizarrely comic and it will invoke a few WTFs...all-in-all, this is just a brilliantly realised nightmare. Not one for the more prudish nor bird lovers!

This Is Not Berlin

This is Not Berlin
by Hari Sama

One for the underage kiddies who [all] desperately want to be overage!

The year is 1986 [in Mexico City]...for those of us who lived, loved and partied through the 80s, This is Not Berlin had the potential to cause a wave of nostalgia to wash over us. Apart from some of the song choices, it [sadly] didn't. And, for those of us who lived in big cities, balancing on the various stepping stones to full-out-and-proud homosexuality, This is Not Berlin will - quite possibly - infuriate...perhaps, even anger.

So...why all this negativity? This is Not Berlin is a victim of these politically correct times. This [film] may be set in the 80s...but, the sentiment is distinctly present day...the obvious target audience being the queer kids now. Hey, there was none of that [reclaimed] queer then...we were all just 'gay' trying to get on and feeling a bit safer in [big city] numbers. Remember, the 80s [and 90s] were decades of horror...no matter how much we [all] partied and rocked the establishment...the spectre of HIV/AIDS was never far away...no matter where you were, machismo Mexico or hedonistic Berlin...

Hari Sama lays it on thick, too thick...his vision of the 'sexuality revolution' is more pastiche than the then reality. Still, the queer kids [of today] will probably give it an approving nod...because, none of them were born when this film took place...and, few of them realise and/or respect what their older generation did for them!

MonsoonMonsoon
by Hong Khaou

Story-telling takes on many forms, Hong Khaou has his own style and voice...infused with delicacy and, surprisingly, [considering the many themes explored] serentiy. Quite easily, Monsoon could have slipped into a melodramatic deluge of emotion...thankfully, it doesn't. Instead, we are given room to think, moments just to watch a process of exploration and self-realisation. This is a carefully constructed mood, a thoughtful sense of being. The three tenses are given a voice...past, present, future...as are the conditionals...what could/should/would have been/be...as for the future...well, that all depends on the here and now...those 'ifs' - this all sounds terribly complex and that is the innate beauty of this film, Hong Khaou manages to demystify the complexity...via a gentle and poised performance by Henry Golding...

Monsoon may [or may not] sweep you away emotionally...but, it will linger...asking - politely - where are you? Where is your place? Not many filmmakers are bold enough to ask such questions...Hong Khaou does, politely.

A lovely, careful film.

Jojo-Rabbit

Jojo Rabbit
by Taika Waititi

Rib-tickling and spine-chilling...both, at the same time!

Taika Waititi has outdone himself...here's a director, an actor, a writer at the top of his own game...and, thankfully, doesn't take himself too seriously. His performance on the red carpet [@London Film Festival] was...nothing short of bizarre...and, a breath of fresh air!

From Charlie Chaplin to Mel Brooks, not many have taken on a caricature of Hitler [and succeeded]...Taika Waititi joins this 'elite' - with his camp, crazed, comical führer...it's sure to offend many.

It's a tricky road to navigate, war & Nazism seen through a young boy's eyes & mind...where do you draw the line? Well...it would seem, you don't...throw it all up into the air and if you have the gift of being able to direct young actors [especially in comedy]...then, for sure, you're quids in! Taika Waititi directs kids with a stuffed wallet. Roman Griffin Davis is a wee marvel as he jumps between naivety, innocence and curiosity...all awhile sensing the penny starting to drop...it's a daft and dark road to his enlightenment.

There are even a couple of gay Nazis...Sam Rockwell and Alfie Allen, are a not-so-subtle couple of contrasting screaming, sweet-and-sour Nellies...the uniform re-design [scene] is an instant classic in absolute absurdity.

Jojo Rabbit is absurd...and [weirdly], has garnered much [undeserved] criticism from critics [what do they know!?!]...way too cantankerous and analytical to enjoy a film that [brilliantly] mixes the highs and lows of childhood with the absolute horrors of war.

Kids will love it. Everyone will love it...apart from those daft critics! A wee gem of a film.


Sunday 6 October 2019...

Honey Boy

Honey Boy
by Alma Har'el

It's no surprise when Shia LaBeouf surprises...here, he surprises in a way you wouldn't expect!

There is nothing wrong with the film per se...it is a [fairly] finely crafted piece with two standout performances from Mr LaBeouf and Noah Jupe [playing father and son]. There are even moments of deft directorial flourishes. The only problem is...after all of his antics over the years, can you really take Mr LaBeouf seriously?

This is Shia's catharsis...thrown into the public realm...for all to see, for all to dish out their sympathies and empathies...of course, it's an uncomfortable film to watch. It is just as uncomfortable to witness...a child being utterly exploited presented via the cinematic equivalent of a tabloid front-page.

If this had not been written by the man himself, if this was not his story, if he had not played his own father...so many 'ifs'...then, it wouldn't be the film it is. This is a head-line grabbing testimony. It's just that...that formidable reputation gets in the way...perhaps, wishfully, this is exactly what Mr LaBeouf needed...a grand venting of all the crap that life prematurely threw at him. Hopefully, this release will be followed by the 'relax' he so obviously needs. And then, who knows, he could become a credible, seriously-taken actor...here, he shows [amply]...he has the talent.

Still, as a statement on the consequences and repercussions of 'child stardom' - it packs a mightily powerful punch.

Sid & Judy

Sid & Judy
by Stephen Kijak

Seriously, she didn't stand a chance...being surrounding by vultures...who pecked and picked the very flesh off of her bones.

Gleaned from [some would say a dubious] memoir [by Sid Luft], personal photographs and archival footage...Sid & Judy is both pleasure and pain. Her star shone so brightly...she died, June 22, 1969, aged 47.

Judy Garland needs no introduction, her story is familiar territory for many...yet, Stephen Kijak has rooted and rummaged and assembled...Judy as you've never seen her before, Judy as you have never heard her before...and, Judy...a version of events, you did not know.The impeccable highs, the death-defying lows...the drugs, the alcohol, the marriages, those men...who eagerly snatched the money she earned without offering a helping hand...something she so desparately needed. Judy will always be an icon...when she sang...she sang with her heart on her sleeve. Torch and tragedy have never been so painfully [nor painstakingly] portrayed.

This is an astounding homage...punctuated with highlights; live on stage, singing with Ms Streisand. Truly, un-missable.

Dont Look Down

Don't Look Down [Haut perchés]
by Olivier Ducastel & Jacques Martineau

Odd...strangely compelling...but, definitely odd...in an absurdist sort of way.

Olivier Ducastel & Jacques Martineau seem to be channeling Jean-Paul Satre, there's a whiff of his 'No Exit' surrounding Haut perchés - so, you wouldn't be wrong in thinking that an existential vibe permeates throughout this peculiar offering. Not everyone's cup of tea and - quite possible - not everyone's cup of coffee either...it is a challenging bit of work that would have benefited more from the few [rather bizarre] scenes of levity...the 'flossing' scene is an instant, weirdly and insanely out-of-place [in a good way] classic. The film just needed a bit more of that insanity.

Saying that...this is an insane film...and, considering there is only one set [an apartment with a rather lovely Parisian rooftop view], the cinematography is slick and colourful. The performances...each character has their moment...and, can't be faulted. It's an interesting, technically accomplished film...it [too] has its moments, it just needed more of them and, perhaps, a few less words.

BlackbirdBlackbird
by Roger Michell

Get the hankies ready...this is raw emotion with a [last-minute] realised dysfunction that really screams: It's never too late to make amends.

A re-make of the Danish film, Silent Heart...with some big names attached. This is ensemble acting at its absolute best...held together by a director who knows how to treat his actors.

This is the peeling off of layers until you get to the hearts of all that matters...love, sexuality and fidelity all take their respective bows...but, it's the assisted suicide that takes centre stage. Taking charge, taking control...before it's too late...Susan Sarandon gives everything and more.

There are no judgments...each states their case, for or against...and all just want one [maybe two] more days, weeks, months. But, when that indelible line is self-drawn...it would take something and more to back down.

Sam Neil delivers a quiet and contemplative performance...both as husband and doctor, he segues away from the Hippocratic Oath and marital vows...further strands to add to the complexity of the situation.

And, this is a situation that most will neither want nor be able to contemplate...yet, Roger Michell's direction offers a familiar hand...family squabbles and family secrets persist even in the face of finality.

How would you cope? That's what the film asks, there are no right or wrong answers. There is only respect and to be respectful...indeed, a difficult film to watch...all kinds of emotions will well up...but, ultimately, it will leave you with only one...respect.

Again-Once-AgainAgain Once Again
by Romina Paula

Not much ado about practically nothing!

This is a bit of a peculiar hybrid...a playwright/theatre director's first film...part fiction, part autobiographical, part documentary, part drama. As a whole, it's underwhelming to say the least.

It's a bit of everything...it's a bit static, it's a bit sparse. She's a bit lesbian, a bit heterosexual...probably, although unstated, totally bisexual. She's either left her partner or is [just] on a little break...and, it all amounts to a dithering disinterest.

If this had been a straightforward documentary about Romina Paula's mother [her actual mother plays her mother in the film]...then, yes, something interesting could have been gleaned from this mundane misadventure. She [the mother] certainly has a rich and untapped history about immigration and re-settlement...but, alas, the director's creativity got in the way.

All in all, this is a mid-life crisis that is neither mid-life nor critical. It's just a film that doesn't know what it is! Not exactly a glittering debut!


Monday 7 October 2019...

The-Two-Popes

The Two Popes
by Fernando Meirelles

The writer should get an Oscar!

 

 

 

 

 

And-Then-We-Danced

And Then We Danced
by Levan Akin

A bold, brave and brilliant rage against traditionalism!

 

 

 

 

 

Gosta

Gösta
by Lukas Moodysson

The exploitation of kindness.

 

 

 

 

 

Disappearance-of-My-Mother

The Disappearance of My Mother
by Beniamino Barrese

A life so full of contradictions, it will make your head spin!

 

 

 

 


Tuesday 8 October 2019...

Portrait-of-a-Lady-on-Fire

Portrait of a Lady on Fire
by Céline Sciamma

Stunning...simply stunning.

 

 

 

 

 

End-of-the-Century

End of the Century
by Lucio Castro

Lucio Castro demands - perhaps - too much from his audience. Quite literally...nothing happens in the first 10 minutes. An overwhelming sense of dread creeps in...maybe...nothing will happen in next 74 minutes!

As they say, patience is a virtue...and, all good things come to those who wait. Señor Castro takes his time, his actors - also - take their time to settle into their roles...and then, the magic starts to happen. Seriously, this story will resonate with many...those with emotional baggage, those with regrets, those who let 'the one' get away!

Ever wondered where [your] ex-lovers are, what they're doing, how they got to where they are wherever they are? Those moments of quiet reflection accompanied by a sad [or wry] smile...perhaps, a tear?

This is exactly what Lucio Castro has captured...'what ifs' and regrets mixed with temporal joy and ever-lasting sorrow...because of the man who got away! The road gets rougher, it's lonelier and tougher...where's Judy when you need her!?!

This is torch song without the song, this is agony without the pain...this is magic with all the trickery that illusion requires. This will ache - possibly break - many a heart...and leaves you quietly reflecting...

What a way for a film to leave you...wiping those bittersweet tears from your cheeks. Moving...so very moving.

Nocturnal
by Nathalie Biancheri

A tiny budget...a wealth of talent.


Wednesday 9 October 2019...

Walking-with-Shadows

Walking with Shadows
by Aoife O'Kelly

A film from Nigeria dealing with homosexuality...now, that is both bold and brave!

 

 

 

 

 

Tlamess

Tlamess
by Ala Eddine Slim

Bamboozling, infuriating...a wasted opportunity!?!

 

 

 

 


Thursday 10 October 2019...

Moffie

Moffie
by Oliver Hermanus

Perhaps...the best South African film ever made!

 

 

 

 

 

Piranhas

Piranhas
by Claudio Giovannesi

Boys will be boys...poor boys who want to be rich boys...aye, there's the rub! Crime pays...temporarily.

 

 

 

 

 

Lost Lives
by Dermot Lavery

Quite simply...a work of extraordinary emotion and art.

Earthquake-BirdEarthquake Bird
by Wash Westmoreland

Get the hankies ready...this is raw emotion with a [last-minute] realised dysfunction that really screams: It's never too late to make amends.

A re-make of the Danish film, Silent Heart...with some big names attached. This is ensemble acting at its absolute best...held together by a director who knows how to treat his actors.

This is the peeling off of layers until you get to the hearts of all that matters...love, sexuality and fidelity all take their respective bows...but, it's the assisted suicide that takes centre stage. Taking charge, taking control...before it's too late...Susan Sarandon gives everything and more.

There are no judgments...each states their case, for or against...and all just want one [maybe two] more days, weeks, months. But, when that indelible line is self-drawn...it would take something and more to back down.

Sam Neil delivers a quiet and contemplative performance...both as husband and doctor, he segues away from the Hippocratic Oath and marital vows...further strands to add to the complexity of the situation.

And, this is a situation that most will neither want nor be able to contemplate...yet, Roger Michell's direction offers a familiar hand...family squabbles and family secrets persist even in the face of finality.

How would you cope? That's what the film asks, there are no right or wrong answers. There is only respect and to be respectful...indeed, a difficult film to watch...all kinds of emotions will well up...but, ultimately, it will leave you with only one...respect.

Fanny Lye Deliver'd

Fanny Lye Deliver'd
by Thomas Clay

Think back to those films that left a distinct chill in your bones...The Wicker Man, Witchfinder General, The Devils and the ilk...this is the territory where Thomas Clay is going with this one.

Alas...a hodge-podge of style and theme is the result. As they say, less is more...and, Mr Clay dishes it out in great big generous dollops...in other words, he throws everything at the screen...some material sticks and some...lands on the floor with an audible splodge.

There are two couples, one spewing religious repression, the other extolling the virtues of free and unbridled love...cue: Lesbian/bisexual pas de trois. And...rather graphic it is too...with Freddie Fox displaying [in the blink of an eye] a rather large, engorged, prosthetic willy...only to be upstaged [and blinded] by his gleaming white teeth. Dentistry in 1657 was state-of-the-art, it would seem!

Not only do we have these co-habiting, incongruous couples...throw into the mix, a badly acted, laughable [for all the wrong reasons] comedy duo...as Cromwell's law-men. They dish out the law with neither remorse nor compassion...nor any credulity whatsoever.

With a strong start, a [too] theatrical middle, a rather rushed, ultra-violent ending and an epilogue that ought not to have made it into the final cut...Fanny Lye delivers too much more and not enough less...rather than feeling a chill in your bones, you will feel as if you have been walloped across the face with a muddy shovel.


Friday 11 October 2019...

Yves Saint Laurent: The Last Collections

Yves Saint Laurent: The Last Collections
by Olivier Meyrou

Filmed in the late 90s, a [pulled] release in 2007...then, duly, shelved [due to it being too revealing]...until now! Was it worth the wait? Erm...no.

 

 

 

Zombi-Child

Zombi Child
by Bertran Bonello

Quite easily the most boring 'zombi' film ever made...but, to be fair, this is - most definitely - not the zombie flick where decomposed corpses drag themselves slowly towards fresh juicy flesh. This goes behind that myth, into the voodoo, delving deeper to uncover the zombie truth!

It sounds quite interesting, doesn't it? Alas, frustratingly, no...

Cut to...present day, a privileged, Catholic girls school...replete with a vile teen sorority imbued with sapphic desire. Back to Haiti in the 60s. Back and forward it deliriously goes. It's a film of two halves that never - satisfactorily - come together. Contrasting and comparing between the then and the now...

Yes, we get the message, loud & clear...this is cultural appropriation and the bastardisation of that culture...done to satiate that white privilege bloodlust.

What was Bertrand Bonello thinking? This is shabby allegorical mayhem...rather than zombie mayhem. And, good grief, does Monsieur Bonello - quite literally - like to lecture!?! To such an extent, he actually presents an elongated scene of a teacher delivering a fatuous, meandering, historical monologue...

More back and forth...and, then, it becomes horrible horror...with - quite possibly - the worst demonic lyp-synching ever to be seen on the big screen...way back in 1973, The Exorcist managed to do a damn fine job with demonic possession...what happened in 2019?

It has to be said...this a director who has produced some [truly] remarkable films...this is not one of them.

Zombie fans will loathe it. Anthropologists will probably consider it a masterwork!

Two of Us
by Filippo Meneghetti

A true and utter heartbreak...


Saturday 12 October 2019...

Beautiful-Day-in-the-NeighbourhoodA Beautiful Day in the Neighbourhood
by Marielle Heller

What an unexpected and [pleasantly] surprising film...this is not a warts-and-all bio-pic of Fred Rogers. It's something entirely different...an unlikely friendship...that packs an emotional wallop.

 

 

 

 

 

Death-Will-Come-and-Shall-Have-Your-Eyes

Death Will Come and Shall Have Your Eyes
by José Luis Torres Leiva

A film that will challenge the most alert...this film has the same effect as a dozen sleep pills quaffed down with a pint of Gin!

 

 

 

 

 


Sunday 13 October 2019...

The-Irishman

The Irishman
by Martin Scorsese

 

 

 

 

 

 


The films we wanted to watch...but, alas, those damn clashes!!!

Finis Terræ
by Jean Epstein

The Aeronauts Knives Out Lingua Franca Ema 2019 Beanpole Bombay Rose By The Grace Of God House Of Hummingbird Cunningham Mr Jones Muscle On A Magical Night The Weeping Woman Tremours You Dont Nomi Rialto 2019