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THE VANISHING OF SIDNEY HALL (2018) - FILM REVIEW (IN CINEMAS MARCH 2, 2018)

The Vanishing of Sidney Hall (2017)

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Sidney Hall finds accidental success and unexpected love at an early age, then disappears without a trace.

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After a night of heavy drinking and writing, Sidney Hall (Logan Lerman) tells one of his assistants that his freshly penned pages are “just one long, intoxicating masturbation session with no climax.” Aside from the intoxicating part, his words are an accurate description of Shawn Christensen's solipsistic The Vanishing of Sidney Hall, a film that maddeningly over-complicates each of its numerous storylines—and all for the sake of aggrandizing the boy genius at its center. The film fits squarely in the tradition of films inspired by J.D. Salinger's notorious reclusiveness rather than the literary giant's actual writing, using his antisocial defiance and Catcher in the Rye's inextricable association with the murders and suicides committed by its most ardent devotees not as a catalyst for plumbing Sidney's psychological problems, but as a means of empty posturing used to amplify his personal suffering.

Despite its persistent caginess in exploring the roots of Sidney's emotional turmoil and motivations for disappearing, The Vanishing of Sidney Hall takes every opportunity to assure us of his mind-boggling talent. Everyone from his high school English teacher, Duane (Yahya Abdul-Mateen II), and a secretly sensitive jock, Brett (Blake Jenner), to the quirky girl next door, Melody (Elle Fanning), fawn over him at every turn. And when Sidney later goes off the grid following the massive success of his first novel, the blandly titled Suburban Tragedy, a mysterious man (Kyle Chandler)—whose later-to-be-revealed true identity is sure to elicit groans—spends over a year tracking him down to assure us that no one's talent, success, or happiness matters in the world of this film aside from that of Sidney Hall. Yet the film's portrait of Sidney paints him as a fairly typical suburban kid who's shy and sheltered rather than passionate or intriguing. One would never guess he was a universally adored prodigy had the film not belabored the fact that his novel nearly won the Pulitzer Prize and is considered the next Great American Novel.

But The Vanishing of Sidney Hall's most troubling aspects lie not in its shallow or misguided characterizations, but in the myriad ways that the story's nonlinear structure and Sidney's recurring hallucinations needlessly obfuscate certain truths in order to foster sympathy for the precocious young writer while building an impenetrable mystique around him. Bouncing between three time periods in Sidney's life—as his talent blossoms in high school, during the time of his burgeoning fame and tumultuous marriage to Melody, and finally his years as a gruff drifter hiding out in the desert—the film constantly hints at some greater catalyst for both the inspiration for Suburban Tragedy and his growing guilt, paranoia, and alienation.

Yet while part of the mystery is seemingly wrapped up in the unseen contents of a tin lunchbox that Brett asks Sidney to dig up and hold on to for safekeeping, Christensen is overly coy in the way he presents this subplot, further muddying the facts by using Sidney's visions as a means of toying with the audience. This callous use of Sidney's potential mental health issues purely as a narrative device is made even more problematic by the film's similar treatment of another character's trauma, whose rippling aftereffects are only tracked in as much as they directly affect Sidney.

Even during the stretches where the mystery angle fades into the background, the film only indulges in an array of disparate and twee coming-of-age and tortured-artist clichés, among them the love story involving Melody (the cute photographer who really “gets” Sidney) and the protagonist's struggles with substance abuse, his mommy (Michelle Monaghan) issues, and his affair with a young admirer, Alexandra (Margaret Qualley). As these play out increasingly like disconnected vignettes rather than as part of a cohesive whole, The Vanishing of Sidney Hall veers further into incoherence, with each character and narrative strand revealed to exist solely to convey either how brilliant Sidney is or to magnify the extent of his suffering. The seesaw of effect of oscillating between extolling Sidney's genius and lingering on his anguish begins to feel like a child slowly burning an ant with a magnifying glass, occasionally taking breaks to truly savor the harm he or she is committing. 


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BREATHLESS ACTION IN - TH HURRICAN HEIST (2018) - FILM REVIEW (IN CINEMAS MARCH 9, 2018)

The Hurricane Heist (2018)

PG-13 | | Action, Thriller | 9 March 2018 (USA) 


Thieves attempt a massive heist against the U.S. Treasury as a Category 5 hurricane approaches one of its Mint facilities.

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When watching a disaster-thriller hybrid such as The Hurricane Heist, you can almost hear the bro-tastic Hollywood pitch sessions that spawned this kind of high-concept enterprise: “It’s Heat meets Twister!” “The Bank Job meets The Perfect Storm!” "Fast Five, but it’s set during Katrina!" "It’s Sharknado, but instead of sharks, there’s $600 million in cash and a bunch of actors speaking with questionable Southern accents!"
The latter probably comes closest to describing action veteran Rob Cohen’s dumb and mildly fun mashup, which has the xXx and The Fast and the Furious director doing what he does best: making people, cars and various inanimate objects come crashing together at extremely high velocities. What he doesn’t do very well is concoct a good story or create characters that resemble real people, which is why Heist can also be a bit of a chore.
Still, you’ve got to give Cohen some credit for staging an entire movie against a backdrop of torrential rain and 150 mph winds, although he should have invested more in a good script and less in all the computer-generated pressure systems. Released in France a few weeks before its U.S. rollout, Heist won’t score big at the box office, though it may attract viewers who prefer to see their B-movies on the big screen rather than on the cinematic dumping ground that has become Netflix.

Written by Scott Windhauser and Jeff Dixon, from a story by Anthony J. Fingleton and Carlos Davis, Heist kicks off with a traumatic incident that takes place in 1992, in which two young Alabama brothers see their father crushed to death by a water tower during Hurricane Andrew. It’s an event that will haunt them for the rest of their lives — and just in case you didn’t get that, at the end of the scene Cohen has a cluster of ominous storm clouds digitally morph into a giant screaming skull.
25 years later, Dixie boys Will (British actor Toby Kebbell) and Breeze (Australian actor Ryan Kwanten) have grown up to become polar opposites. Will went to school and turned into a daredevil weather expert (he has a “Ph.D. in synoptic meteorology”), while Breeze has blossomed into a whiskey-guzzling womanizer who has taken over his dad’s towing business. But when another superstorm (named Tammy) descends on their fictional town of Gulfport, threatening to tear it apart, both of them will be put on the same righteous path.

That’s one plotline. The other entails the robbery of $600 million in greenbacks from a U.S. Treasury facility located just outside city limits. How that happens requires a suspension of disbelief about as powerful as Hurricane Sandy. To simplify things, let’s just say the crime involves a pair of seriously goofy computer hackers (Ed Birch, Melissa Bolona); a cellphone tower; machine guns that shoot poisoned darts; an industrial paper shredder; and a crooked, shotgun-wielding sheriff (Ben Cross) — although everything actually hinges, for some reason, on a broken backup power generator.

The heist is masterminded by corrupt Treasury employee Perkins (Ralph Ineson), who seems to have intricately thought out every single step — including bringing a change of clothes so he can slip into a villainy overcoat about halfway through the movie — yet somehow manages to lose track of the one person who can thwart his plans: fellow agent Casey (Maggie Grace, playing things straight), who will eventually team up with Will to try and save the day.

As the characters converge and the tempest takes over, Cohen delivers a few gonzo set pieces, most memorably a face-off at the center of town where rip-roaring winds turn a pile of hubcaps into weapons of mass destruction. Otherwise, Casey and Will seem to have an awful lot of time to drive around and recite their traumatic backstories (how big, exactly, is Gulfport?), though whatever sparks fly between them are quickly put out when the levee breaks and the whole shebang gets flooded over.

In the last act, over-the-top digital effects blow away any vague remnant of verisimilitude that Heist tried to establish, with a closing chase sequence that has the hurricane surrounding our heroes like the Jell-O molded Red Sea in Cecil B. Demille’s The Ten Commandments. There’s a point in many movies where the CGI crosses the credibility line and there’s no turning back. In The Hurricane Heist, that pretty much happens in the first scene, but the finale is just too ridiculous to swallow.

Tech credits are nonetheless accomplished for a purported $35 million budget, with locations in Bulgaria doing a decent job standing in for parts of coastal Alabama. Dialogue tends toward the eye-rolling variety and performances feel uneven across the board, with the actors using a menagerie of accents, including some dubious Deep South ones, as they shout above all the pounding rain and thunder.



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PROFILE (2018) - FILM REVIEW (IN CINEMAS MARCH 11, 2018)

Profile (2018)



A journalist goes undercover and infiltrates the digital propaganda channels of the called Islamic State, which has been mobilizing a lot of women from Europe. Her daily contact with an ISIS recruiter severely influences her investigation.

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Timur Bekmambetov’s film about a journalist investigating women online being lured to Syria is silly but effective.

Cinema is currently deciding how it meets the challenge of representing the way modern life and modern experience is increasingly happening online. The recent supernatural horror-thriller Unfriended had the ingenious idea of playing out its entire drama on one computer screen in real time, a kind of found-footage 2.0, switching between Facebook, Skype and instant messaging, the various prompts all bleeping and pinging away disturbingly as a sinister presence looms up. Russian director Timur Bekmambetov (who went to Hollywood in the last decade for brash and crass movies such as Wanted) has applied this approach to a thriller that asks the eternal question: what happens when cops or reporters with unsatisfactory home lives go undercover among people who actually treat them rather well?

Profile is based on the 2015 non-fiction bestseller In the Skin of a Jihadist by a French journalist who now has round-the-clock police protection and has changed her name to Anna Erelle. She was investigating the phenomenon of young European women being radicalised online and lured to Syria; Erelle created a fake profile on Facebook and began chatting to a senior Islamic State commander who then tried to lure her over, repeatedly promising her that she would be his “bride”. A very dangerous game.

Bekmambetov makes this journalist British. Amy (Valene Kane) has a rather quaintly imagined hectic private life – freelance career, money worries, devoted but dull boyfriend and insensitive boss. These people have to speak on Skype all the time so the relationship can play out on her laptop screen that we all see. It is contrived but it does hang together, just about, although Bekmambetov cheats it a little with speeded-up “time passing” sequences. Amy calls herself “Melody” for her story, wears a hijab and uses heavy makeup for her Skype chats with her Isis pursuer, who calls himself Abu Bilel, well played by Shazad Latif.

In the real world, Erelle finally agreed to the jihadist-seducer’s incessant demands for her to come to Syria. However, she had a photographer secretly in tow, planning only to get as far as Turkey to get a dramatic still image of her gazing across the border. But things got very scary and she bailed out.
Now, this central crisis – actually leaving the relative safety of the computer screen – is an important part of Bekmambetov’s fictionalised movie version. But there are no prizes for guessing why his Amy felt the need to go out to meet Bilel, and get as far as Amsterdam, before the terrifying situation revealed itself. What’s the point of a fictional undercover reporter who doesn’t feel the temptation to go native?


This approach is a little bit silly – there is nothing much in the script or performance to convince us that Amy really could be falling for Bilel or becoming discontented with her secular life in the west. And there is an uneasy and unconvincing transition when Amy at first paranoiacally refuses to work with the tech support guy helping her record the Skype conversations, because he has a Syrian background. She actually asks for someone else; her editor appears to agree – but then this same person reappears in the next scene, and becomes her regular liaison. The change of heart is not plausibly managed in the script.

And yet … the conversations between Amy and Bilel are capably performed, and there is a fair bit of suspense as we wonder if Amy’s cover is going to be blown. The simple spectacle of those browser screens, with all their mendacious social-media images, is very disturbing when made to work as part of a movie drama about deception – just as in Unfriended. However, that film took things to a different level of eerie disquiet on the question of identity and real presence. Profile is a pretty conventional thriller with pretty conventional stereotypes.




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UNSANE (2018) - FILM REVIEW (IN CINEMAS MARCH 23, 2018)

Unsane (2018)



A young woman is involuntarily committed to a mental institution, where she is confronted by her greatest fear--but is it real or a product of her delusion?

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Soderbergh’s iPhone-shot film boasts an excellent Claire Foy as a woman trapped in a psychiatric facility – but it’s ridiculous in all the wrong ways.

Steven Soderbergh has ventured into the world of psychiatric grand guignol before, with his excellent 2013 thriller Side Effects. But this movie, from screenwriters Jonathan Bernstein and James Greer – known for comedy – is ultimately ridiculous in all the wrong ways. It’s a crazily broad, brash exploitation horror-thriller shot on an iPhone, with creeped-out distorted cinematography, menacingly low lighting, and pastiche midnight-movie design effects. The film has a ragbag of themes including stalking, mental illness and the private medical insurance racket; these competing ideas cancel each other out and aren’t scary.
And yet it has to be said that before things escalate into anarchic silliness, Unsane does pack a punch. Claire Foy brings a fierce commitment to the role of Sawyer Valentini, a woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown – in fact, well over the verge. She has moved to a new city with a new identity to escape a stalker. Matt Damon has a cameo as the cop advising her on security: locks, bars, deleting her social media accounts etc. But she is a complete wreck – unable to form friendships or relationships – and to her hospital-based psychotherapist she one day ill-advisedly appears to confess to having suicidal thoughts. This therapist coolly asks her to sign a document, which she thinks is just committing her to more sessions. But suddenly big white-coated men lead her to a locked room. And in that secure facility, she becomes convinced that the attendant nurse is actually her stalker.

There is of course hardly anything more worrying than the idea of unjustly being incarcerated in this way and that your increasingly frantic and enraged complaints will be taken as proof of madness. It is moreover not necessarily a problem that mental health issues are treated here with absolute lack of taste; it is the prerogative of satires or black comedies or scary movies to offend, to lead us down the shock corridor of provocation. But the absurdity and the galaxy of plot holes in the farcical final act just undermine everything.

Foy keeps things watchable – up to a point. But the commitment of her performance from the outset encourages us to invest wrongly in a believable drama and a plausible situation, and she can’t make up for the film’s descent into pantomime. The is-she-or-isn’t-she-crazy theme, as summarised by that quibbling title, is not a very tense or interesting dilemma – at least, not as it is finally hammed up here – and is solved perfunctorily by means of another character: Sawyer’s mother, played by Amy Irving, who is drawn into this grisly circle of hell.

In fact, Unsane is at its most effective when it is satirising the duplicitous world of the private medical facilities, the insurers, and the short-term incarceration industry. The icily self-serving corporatespeak of the hospital’s director is thoughtfully achieved and Polly McKie’s performance as the Ratched-like Nurse Boles is very intimidating. She is actually a rather potent character, but crowded out of the drama by the nurse played by Joshua Leonard. Juno Temple is landed with the role of a malign wild-child patient, another part of the film that succeeds in being unsubtle and a little bit feeble.
It’s a shame: Foy shows that she’s more than just the queen – she could be great in a Soderbergh comedy such as Logan Lucky. But Unsane delivers only unsuccess.
  • Unsane is showing at the Berlin film festival and will be released in cinemas on 23 March


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MARY MAGDALENA (2018) - FILM REVIEW (IN CINEMAS MARCH 21, 2018)

Mary Magdalene (2018)



The story of Mary Magdalene.

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Rooney Mara brings her customary intensity to the title role as Jesus’ ‘favourite pupil’, but the result is a bit too solemn to be a convincing reinvention.

This movie, from screenwriters Helen Edmundson and Philippa Goslett and director Garth Davis, sets itself a bold task: to rescue Mary Magdalene from an age-old tradition of patriarchal condescension and misinterpretation. And yet it winds up embracing a solemn, softly-spoken and slow-moving Christian piety of its own.

Mary was a key apostle of Jesus, and intimate witness to some of the most important events in his life, but has been wrongly recast in popular tradition as a “fallen woman” and “prostitute”, perhaps because of a prurient need in the male religious hive-mind for a diametric opposite to the Blessed Virgin of the same name – a need to perpetuate the misogynistic ideology of madonna/whore, and simply to denigrate a woman’s importance.

This caricature of Mary Magdalene probably reached its low point in the musical Jesus Christ Superstar with Mary’s song I Don’t Know How to Love Him, with its startling lines: “He’s a man, he’s just a man, and I’ve had so many men before, in very many ways...” Too much information. This film sets out to challenge all this: Rooney Mara brings her pupil-dilated intensity to the role of Mary, Joaquin Phoenix is a wan, introspective Jesus, Chiwetel Ejiofor plays Peter and Tahar Rahim is Judas.

The drama plausibly suggests that Mary was a fiercely intelligent, resourceful woman who rejected the male norms of marriage and children laid down for her, and insisted on following Jesus. This was what caused her to be (at least initially) condemned as mad or possessed: it is entirely convincing. When she takes up her new position among the apostles, the film suggests that she does indeed become a favourite pupil, permitted à deux confidences on hillsides. But all this means for Mary is doing an awful lot of enlightened gazing at Jesus, who in turn does a good deal of infinitely knowing smiles back at her, while their dialogue is muted and restrained.

The film takes us in reasonably short order through the familiar Sunday school events, like the raising of Lazarus, Palm Sunday, the expulsion of the money changers, the last supper and of course the crucifixion itself. But Mary washing Jesus’s feet with her hair has been removed and each of the big events seems weirdly low key and even anti-climactic.

For all that the film revises our view of Mary simply by placing the narrative focus more on her, its more radical specific changes are actually connected with the men who are treated very leniently. Judas’s motives for the betrayal turn out to be wrongheaded but not culpable and there are no thirty pieces of silver. Similarly, Peter’s threefold denial has been abolished. The film suggests – quite persuasively – that the peace-loving and quietist message of Christianity was finally understood by Mary, but not the macho male apostles. But the drama’s need to forgive Judas and Peter makes the story toothless. And the dreamlike vision of Mary Magdalene floating underwater is a bit of a cliche.
The performances of Mara and Phoenix are careful and respectful, though with nothing like the lightning-flash of energy and scorn that they have given to secular roles in the past. And this may be because the film needs to distance itself, a little high-mindedly, from that other vulgar Mary Magdalene tradition – the one about her actually having sex with Jesus, the idea posited in both The Last Temptation of Christ and The Da Vinci Code. It’s if the film feels the need to repudiate any suggestion of impropriety. What we’re left with is a platonic apostlemance.

ATTENTION: THIS MOVIE IS FOR ALL RELIGIOUS PEOPLE WHO ARE INTERESTED IN THE HISTORY OF THE WIFE OF JESUS. I WOULD NOT SUGGEST IT TO ANYONE ELSE




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LOVE, SIMON (2018) - FILM REVIEW (IN CINEMAS MARCH 16, 2018)

Love, Simon (2018)

PG-13 | | Comedy, Drama, Romance | 16 March 2018 (USA) 


Everyone deserves a great love story. But for Simon it's complicated: no-one knows he's gay and he doesn't know who the anonymous classmate is that he's fallen for online. Resolving both issues proves hilarious, scary and life-changing.

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The familiar formula of the high school movie is elevated by warmth, humor and remarkable delicacy surrounding the difficulty of being a gay teenager.

It’s easy to forget, given Moonlight’s groundbreaking Oscar haul and the steady stream of acclaimed LGBT indies released since, that queer characters in mainstream films are still barely visible. They make infrequent throwaway appearances in minor roles, providing emotional or comic support while their stories remain secondary, thinly sketched, irrelevant. Attempts to crowbar them into franchise films have been embarrassingly coy and so instead, their narratives have been forced to stay within smaller films, where the risk of offending or alienating an over-catered straight audience wouldn’t be viewed as such a problem.

This all makes the arrival of Love, Simon feel like a bit of a landmark moment. It’s a glossy wide-releasing comedy from Fox, an adaptation of a YA novel that boasts the team of producers who turned The Fault in Our Stars into a global smash along with a cast filled with of-the-moment teen stars, a Jack Antonoff-curated soundtrack of new music and, most importantly, a gay character in the lead. It’s, shockingly, still a big risk not just because of the protagonist’s sexuality but because teen movies are no longer in vogue (even last year’s critically adored The Edge of Seventeen couldn’t make it to $20m at the worldwide box office). One worries about the weight carried by one film, and how execs might use its potential failure to warn against “experimenting” again. 

Simon (Nick Robinson) is a regular high school teen. His life is unremarkable, something he’s highly aware of, and the only thing about it that feels out of the ordinary is a secret: he’s gay. Pretending to be straight is a self-preservation tactic that might make him feel lonely but it also makes him feel safe. Simon’s routine is upended when he discovers, via an underground blog shared amongst his classmates, that someone else at the school is also gay. The pair begin an anonymous email flirtation and his life starts opening up to the possibility of not only romance but the idea of finally being himself

Teen movies that revolve around gay central characters have traditionally been small in both budget and audience so it’s pleasing that from the outset, the director, Greg Berlanti (one of TV’s most powerful show-runners), is unashamedly courting a mainstream crowd. Love, Simon is as slickly packaged as its heterosexual peers, and as a result, there’s a tightrope being walked, the film hoping to attract a larger, straighter crowd while having to ensure the gay audience doesn’t feel as if the protagonist’s story is being sanitized. The script, from the This is Us writers Isaac Aptaker and Elizabeth Berger, based on the novel by Becky Albertalli, manages this with impressive subtlety and, given the studio framework, an important lack of timidity. 

Simon’s sexuality is not a barely hinted-at subplot but the key thrust of the film and there’s an almost educational significance for a wider audience in its well-orchestrated portrayal of the specific and intricate difficulties of being a gay teen. The daily deception, the constructed behaviors, the niggling fear of exposure – there are nifty, poignant insights into how terrifying an already terrifying time can be and, while it’s an experience we’ve seen on the big screen before (Moonlight’s middle section handled it heartbreakingly well), it’s never played out on such a grand stage before and at such a vital moment in time. The polished, sometimes overly soundtracked veneer still allows for a procession of acutely observed details, from the hypersensitivity around how others discuss sexuality to the unspoken jealousy aimed at those able to conduct themselves with more surface-level comfort.

That’s not to say that Love, Simon is just an earnest PSA, though. It’s a hugely charming crowd pleaser, an infectiously entertaining coming of age film that feels primed to attract and retain a loyal eager-to-rewatch audience. There’s a wealth of snappy dialogue and what feels like an attentive grasp of teenage life, meaning that the high school movie box-ticking that occurs (there’s a Halloween party and a big speech at a football game) doesn’t feel robotic. Robinson is an immensely likable lead and as he tries to figure out which local teen might be his secret crush, he does some fine, delicate work conveying an uneasy longing, unsure of how long to stare, terrified of what might happen if he’s wrong. The refreshingly diverse teenage cast around him are all strong (including 13 Reasons Why’s Katherine Langford and The Flash’s Keiynan Lonsdale) while there’s a standout, scene-stealing turn from Insecure’s Natasha Rothwell as a drama teacher.

When the film arrives at the third act, Simon’s coming out is spread out over a number of keenly observed scenes, authentically wrought and undeniably impactful. Berlanti avoids overly ratcheting up the drama and a scene between Robinson and Jennifer Garner, playing his mother, is wonderfully understated, its impact that much greater thanks to an avoidance of cloying theatrics. There is one rather regrettable misstep near the end as the script makes a misjudged #AllLivesMatter-style attempt to liken coming out to other high school reveals (“Everyone has to announce who they are”); grouped together with a few other step-too-far feel good moments, it’s at risk of pushing the film into the realm of fantasy.

But Berlanti pulls us back from potential overkill as Simon’s romantic pursuit also reaches its climax and – without spoiling the identity of his e-pal – what could have been pat ends up thrilling. The audience in my press screening reacted giddily as if it were the end of a Marvel blockbuster: cheering, clapping and squealing at what felt like an unfettered breakthrough moment for mainstream representation of same-sex romance. Love, Simon won’t be short of critics (and many of them will be adamant that its story is either unimportant or, gasp, amoral) but within its sleek studio skeleton, there’s genuine heart.
  • Love, Simon is released in the US on 16 March in the UK on 6 April


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DID YOU WONDER WHO FIRED THE GUN? (2018) - FILM REVIEW

Did You Wonder Who Fired the Gun? (2017)



A documentary murder mystery about the filmmaker's family, set in lower Alabama.

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A documentary murder mystery about the filmmaker's family, set in lower Alabama, 18 miles north of the Florida state line. On an October night in 1946, S.E. Branch twice shot a man named Bill Spann in the small neighborhood market that Branch owned. Two days later, Spann died in a segregated black hospital. Branch was white-a Klansman-and Spann was black. Branch claimed self-defense, but despite that claim and the political climate in Dothan, Alabama in 1946, Branch was charged with first-degree murder. S.E. Branch was the artist's great granddaddy, on his mother's side. Everyone says they looked alike. That this story echoes across decades and generations says much about the distance travelled by U.S. society since 1946.  

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Travis Wilkerson’s “Did You Wonder Who Fired the Gun?” is more of a personal exorcism than a traditional documentary. In fact, it premiered as an even less-traditional film experience, playing at Sundance and other festivals as a live event, during which the filmmaker/narrator spoke in person and exalted the audience to even participate in the unearthing of racial demons. Now condensed into a cinematic experience and getting a limited release, it’s hard to shake the idea that the “live documentary” approach isn’t a little more satisfying for this material, but it’s impossible to deny the power of much of what’s on display here. Wilkerson looks at the racial discord and violence in the world around him and has the courage to examine his own legacy instead of just casting off the concept as something that happens to or is perpetrated by others. It’s worth considering how much better off we’d all be if we did the same.

Wilkerson opens by comparing his story to that of one of the most legendary literary characters of all time, Atticus Finch in “To Kill a Mockingbird.” Like Finch’s saga, this one will have a crime and a court case, but Wilkerson is quick to point out the comfort of fiction doesn’t often happen in the real world. Wilkerson’s relatives are not Atticus Finch—in fact, no one really is—and one of them was more likely to be a member of the lynch mob than the upstanding citizen who stopped them. After the George Zimmerman verdict, Wilkerson decides its time to open the closet full of skeletons in his family home and examine his own racist lineage. 

In 1946, S.E. Branch shot Bill Spann. That is historical record. Branch, Wilkerson’s great-grandfather, owned a small store in Dothan, Alabama, and Spann was in the store. What exactly Spann was doing became an object of controversy, but the important thing to know is that Spann spent almost no time in jail. 70 years ago—not that long if you think about it—a white store owner shot a black man in cold blood and didn’t do any time. How did that happen? Wilkerson starts with this very simple question, and, very refreshingly, allows the answers to guide his filmmaking. This is no simple “murder mystery documentary.” At its best, it has a very organic flow, allowing us to follow the threads of personal and national history with its creator. For example, he runs into a neighbor next to the building that used to be his great-grandfather’s store and so he interviews her. He regularly shows us looping footage of Southern roads. We are on this journey with him. 

Perhaps the most interesting aspect of “Did You Wonder Who Fired the Gun?” is also one that I wish Wilkerson explored a bit more in-depth, and that’s the idea of the wounds left on parts of this country by racial violence, and how there is a ripple effect, both negative and positive, to all of this. He presents shots of places in Dothan that simply look like they have history embedded in them and speaks of not being able to walk in the former store without feeling the ghosts under his feet. There are thousands of places like this in the country, places forever redefined by violence. 

And then he takes this history of violence a step further, visiting nearby Abbeville, where the rape of Recy Taylor took place, and noting how that incident inspired Rosa Parks to take the action she did so many years later. What will the events of today inspire us to do tomorrow? Wilkerson breaks his film regularly to present the names of murdered men and women, asking viewers to say their names, including Sandra Bland, Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner, and more. His film isn’t as much of a call to action as a call for reflection. Yes, we can march and protest, but we will get nowhere until we look into our own histories and say the names of the people we find there. 

There are times when I longed for the visceral, immediate aspect of seeing “Did You Wonder Who Fired the Gun?” in person and it’s often difficult to translate these experiences that approach performance art as much as film into something that can play in theaters. In this case, Wilkerson got most of the way there, even if a few of his bits of heated narration probably play better live. Most of all, he’s made a film that’s hard to shake. There are hundreds of movies about the racial issues that continue to divide this country, but few that feel this personal or this pleading. 
 Thanks for reading and have fun watching movies.

20 MINUTES - ALL EYES ON NETFLIX - RELEASES IN MARCH





Check out the new batch of originals that Netflix has prepared for release this MARCH 2018!

8 MARCH - Jessica Jones (Season 2)
9 MARCH - Love (Season 3) - Nailed It (Season 1) - A.I.C.O. - Incarnation (Season 1) - Trolls: The Beat Goes Sn (Season 2)
12 MARCH - Annihilation
16 MARCH - Benji - On My Block (Season 1) - Edha (Season 1)
23 MARCH - The Mechanism (season 1) - Roxanne Roxanne - Game Over, Man! - Santa Clarita Diet (Season 2)
30 MARCH - A Series of Unfortunate Events (Season 2)


 
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