Astonishingly, I’m not even sure I’d heard of this before noticing it in the BFI January brochure, where it was showing as part of their Wim Wenders season. From the notes I observe Hammett had a somewhat troubled production history and seems to be generally regarded as not being entirely successful. Nevertheless, this is by no means a bad film. Frederic Forrest gives a great performance which ticks all the boxes in what I want from a fictional Hammett. The plot takes a while to coalesce, and the stab at social comment seems rather slight, but everything builds to a satisfying conclusion and the film evokes the atmosphere of the noir genre brilliantly. It also has a striking John Barry score, which I definitely need to track down a copy of. Great stuff.
Archive for January, 2008
Year in film 12: Before The Devil Knows You’re Dead
Before The Devil Knows You’re Dead is the kind of ruthlessly competent dramatic thriller you’d expect from a seasoned director such as Lumet; a superbly executed car-crash story of a disintegrating, disfunctional family which manages to be gripping and yet profoundly uncomfortable viewing at the same time. Hoffman is the stand-out in a uniformly excellent cast, and whilst it’s by no means terribly original, it’s a pleasure to see a film which just does everything right for once. I enjoyed it a lot.
Also, I saw it at the Ritzy cinema in Brixton, which I was visiting for the first time, despite it being (roughly) on my patch, and indeed, on a bus route which drops me off pretty much outside my front door. It’s a fantastic place, a genuinely impressive-looking building, beautifully restored interior and a lively bar. The week before I’d been to the Raindance open night where Chris Auty was speaking, and happened to mention he’d previously worked for a company which restored cinemas - the two projects he mentioned specifically being the Ritzy and Notting Hill Gate (where I saw Blade Runner: The Final Cut the other week). All I can say is nice job, Chris.
- Posted on January 27th, 2008
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Year in film 11: Beowulf
I read Beowulf the poem in primary school and loved it; it had monsters and heroes, horror, death and darkness, pretty much ticking all the boxes as far as I was concerned. As such the story has always had a great deal of resonance with me, accounting for the sense of feint dread I felt when this film was announced. Gaiman and Avary script - okay, could work, but Zemeckis? Directing it as a CGI animated feature? Already pessimistic, I was still a little surprised to discover Beowulf was even worse than I’d dared to speculate.
It’s not really the fact that the film departs from the poem, which is a threadbare account of three battles between the hero Beowulf and a series of monstrous opponents, upon which various interpretations have been foisted over the last century or so and would clearly not easily translate faithfully into a modern mainstream film. Changes were inevitable, and many of the aspects Gaiman and Avary introduce have plenty of precedent in academic interpretations of the poem, as well as adaptations such as John Gardner’s Grendel.
The most predictable amendment was always going to be the imposition of some sort of over-arching plot or thematic link to tie the three episodes together. I don’t object to that in itself, but the actual nature of the addition, with Beowulf’s Faustian pact with a demon, has the effect of turning the film into a morality play, and rather a pat one at that. It’s not so much of a dumbing down so much as a dumbing up, developing the poem’s skeleton of a story, open to a fascinating range of interpretations, into something utterly pedestrian. Zemeckis was clearly looking to tell a stock tale of heroic fantasy, and he’s accomplished just that, in the blandest, most uninspired fashion possible.
- Posted on January 27th, 2008
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links for 2008-01-23
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Solastalgia: the sadness brought on by climate change
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“…they are moving more of their work onto the Internet and extending their content and brands into new areas like mobile services, in-flight entertainment systems and satellite navigation devices. Travel books are getting a makeover, too.”
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“But the suicidal standoff had given him a new sense of purpose. He liked to think that the police robot had deliberately misfired its tear gas canisters in an effort to save him ‘Maybe robots do have feelings,’ he later mused.”
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No Nashs? No Silver Street? I question the author’s credentials!
- Posted on January 23rd, 2008
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Rebellious Jukebox
One thing I didn’t get around to doing when I was at the parents’ house over Christmas was to go into their attic and sort through all the stuff I’ve had stashed up there for the last decade and a half or so. I suspect a full inventory and sort of the kind they’ve been pleading with me to conduct for some time now would be an epic undertaking requiring the better part of a week to complete, but I reckon I could get some quick, easy wins inside a day or so, chucking all the stuff I’m sure I can’t sell and don’t want anymore, and grabbing a few things I’ve found myself idly recalling with fondness over the last couple of years.
One such thing being my old Melody Maker issues, a publication I collected religiously in my teens and early twenties. For the uninitiated, the Maker was a British weekly music magazine, which for a time, under the stewardship of editor Allan Jones, contained perhaps the finest writing on popular culture anywhere in the UK. Famously iconoclastic and opiniated, it was eventually merged into it’s more populist (i.e. shit) rival the NME in 2000, and a small part of me died forever.
They had a number of regular features, one of which was ‘Rebellious Jukebox’ . Named after an early Fall track it was a short interview in which an artist would discuss their the ten favourite/most influential records. Whilst these could be dull as dishwater, the eclectic range of personalities involved resulted in some really interesting features and I’ve long wanted to comb through my old issues to try and track down a few of the more fondly remembered ones. As many old Maker journalists and in some cases quite a few of the artists involved are now online and contactable in some way, I’d even wondered about seeking some sort of permission and setting up an archive*.
Anyway, it turns out there’s quite a few available online already, although disappointingly, none of the ones I was looking for in particular. Still, I killed a couple of hours searching - Mark E Smith, Shane MacGowan, Kristin Hersh and Clint Mansell (shut up**. He’s since created two of the best film soundtracks of the last decade) struck me as being particularly worthwhile finds.
* This would never actually happen, as I am far too lazy to type probably even one of them up. But maybe if I mention the idea here…
** Which makes it sound like I have a problem with PWEI, who I would go and see in a second if they reformed. I’m actually still really bitter I didn’t get tickets for Carter USM last year and I used to pretend I hated them all the time too.
- Posted on January 14th, 2008
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