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Tomorrow When the War Began

September 1st 2010 04:22


Good looking young jeans-models trying to emote in times of great duress usually leads to cinematic disaster of comical proportions. Thankfully, in the much-anticipated adaptation of John Marsden’s series-opener, the shrewdly assembled ragtag group of teens-avenging-humanity prove to be surprisingly competent. Making his debut behind the camera, in-demand screenwriter Stuart Beattie does a fine job of assimilating the elements required to fulfill the blockbuster potential Tomorrow When the War Began seems to have in spades.


In the small Australian town of Wirrawee a group of teens, led by the obstinate Ellie (Caitlin Stasey), arrange a weekend camping trip for the purposes of communing with nature and scampering out from under the thumb of their parents. All the standard teen cliques are represented, including privileged 'townie' Fiona (Phoebe Tonkin), extroverted badboy Homer (Deniz Akdeniz), shy but sweet Lee (Chris Pang), the robust tough guy – and our own equivalent of the all-American jock – Kevin (Lincoln Lewis) and devoutly religious Robin (Ashleigh Cummings).

During their time communing with nature in a wilderness they’ve nicknamed “Hell”, a night-time disturbance causes the first rumblings of apprehension. A battalion of planes is seen racing by overheard and heading back to Wirrawee, but by the time the gang return to the town, they’ve given little more thought to this strangely incongrous vision. Then they discover their town deserted as if all its inhabitants have vanished into thin air.


Curious to uncover the truth, they stumble upon a horrifying sight: everyone has been rounded by an army of black-clad soldiers up in the town’s Showgrounds which is being used as a makeshift prison. Desperate to elude capture they reconvene and devise a strategy that might reunite them with their loved ones whilst keeping one another alive. But what chance do a group of teens, untrained and hopelessly outnumbered, have against the vast resources of an anonymous enemy?

Marsden’s books were careful to avoid demonisation of the enemy, shrouding them in anonymity. However Beattie’s adaptation clearly reveals them - without any specific verbal identification - as being of Asian appearance. Lazy stereotyping of a convenient foe from the past?

What is certain about them is that although they seem thoroughly capable of taking command of the world overnight, they’re all lousy shots. This is an issue that dogs the film’s credibility though it’s hardly atypical for action films - those conceived with a younger audience in mind or otherwise. Time and again in open confrontation the teens are seen dodging a hail of gunfire from the enemy soldiers who seem proficient in hitting every target except their intended ones.

Credit where it’s due though – Beattie does craft moments of genuine tension throughout and the accompanying set-pieces make for a fine spectacle and decent trade-off for their inherently illogical and implausible nature. Equally true, fear of the unknown is effectively evoked as the ill-equipped teenagers are thrown into the fire whilst forced to improvise and stand tall using whatever resources are at their disposal.

The use of popular songs, especially in the early part of the film is lazy and grating. Composing duo Reinhold Heil and Johnny Klimek – strange choices for a blockbuster film considering their synth-dominant back-catalogues – get a chance to provide an ominous undercurrent of dread once the action takes hold but their efforts never rise above the proficiently generic.

Is Tomorrow When the War Began great cinema? Far from it. Serviceable yet undeniably entertaining is closer to the truth. But at least the film can boast genuine attempts at fleshing out these characters in moments of reflection which would be vital to further installments should they be warranted. The young brigade of actors are uniformly solid too without any real standout performances other than Stasey as the strong-willed heroine who is the group's unofficial leader.








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The Kids Are All Right

August 31st 2010 05:13



Lisa Cholodenko’s early films High Art (1998), and Laurel Canyon (2002) were interesting but failed ventures, admirable at least for their determinedly indie sensibilities and strength of characterisation. The Kids Are All Right marks a stratospheric leap for this talented writer-director who, in her latest, has pulled off a masterful balancing act in depicting a slightly skewed domesticity torn asunder by two teenagers' curiosity about their biological roots.

Nic (Annette Bening) and Jules (Julianne Moore) are a middle-aged lesbian couple with two teenage children, daughter Joni (Mia Wasikowska) and son Laser (Josh Hutcherson). Theirs is a loving family contending with typical day-to-day 'issues'. Workaholic Nic, a dedicated doctor, has obviously had serious qualms over the years about the restless Jules who has flirted with varying vocations. Whilst a steady rock on the homefront, she seems to have aimlessly floated through life without ever dedicating herself to anything for long, and often abandoning hare-brained schemes in the process.

Nic and Jules, despite their differences, have clearly been responsible for configuring a perfectly functional home life without need for a traditional father figure, but secretly the children inquire into the donor father who anonymously provided them with life just to satisfy their curiosity. Their biological father, they find out, is Paul (Mark Ruffalo), a once-slacker who now runs his own business and lives life for the moment unaware that two of his seeds have taken hold and sprouted in the world beyond his self-satisfied days of casual sex with occasional girlfriend Tanya (Yaya DaCosta) and running his restaurant.

The family dynamic is thrown for a serious loop once Nic and Jules get wind of the kids’ secret quest to meet up with Paul. Nic in particular is peeved but willing, eventually, to consider the possibility that a face-to-face meeting will have no dire, long-reaching implications for their tight-knit family. But her misgivings about the arrangement are soon realised for everyone’s life is twisted out of shape when Paul’s appearance on the scene becomes more than fleeting, with the impression he leaves on certain family members leading to deep rifts.



The Kids Are All Right is one of the finest domestic dramas of recent years, with a caliber of writing that is all too rare, even in independent cinema. It’s painful, hilarious and, above all, truthful; there’s hardly a false note to be found in Cholodenko and Stuart Blumberg’s magnificent screenplay.

Bening and Moore are brilliant actors in their own right and though they’ve both floundered in mediocre films in recent years, here Cholodenko has offered each that rare gift: a meaty, meaningful role for women beyond their thirties. And both repay her in spades by bringing brave, endearing, nuanced portrayals to the table.

There are no weak links in the remainder of the cast either with Wasikowska particularly impressive as the teenager on the cusp of adulthood who neither parent wants to see absorbed by the world at large for very different reasons. Even in lesser roles Ruffalo is an engaging actor with a perennially irresistible screen presence. This is another juicy part for him as a man torn from his blissful existence by the prospect of an instantaneous fatherhood that he embraces, surprising even himself. But will he ever be allowed to remain in the children’s lives? And what harm will he do in the interim? Paul is simultaneously a pitiful and empathetic character, Ruffalo straddling a fine line with great skill.

The astute attention to detail in Cholodenko and Blumberg’s writing is what illuminates this thoroughly entertaining drama, informing its recognisably combustible reality with compassion, and without the curse of tainted, generic sojourns into sentimentality.

The Kids Are All Right (2010) offers a multitude of keen insights into the modern family - regardless of its perceived unconventional composition - and the painfully real issues that strike at the heart of their everyday interactions. Especially resonant is the pain of separation for doting parents who resist, and on some level, fear the notion of their children ever metamorphosing into fully-fledged adult beings who must forge onwards into independent lives of their own.









The Kids Are All Right opens in Australian cinemas this Thursday, September 2.

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The Killer Inside Me

August 27th 2010 04:44



British director Michael Winterbottom continues to impress with the diversity of his prolific output. On the heels of his exotic and ghostly family dissolution drama Genova (2009) comes a first foray into America via the seedy pulp fiction of outlaw crime writer Jim Thompson and his notorious 1952 novel The Killer Inside Me.

We’re in Central City, West Texas, a snapshot of small town America where the ruling officer is seemingly benign Deputy Sheriff Lou Ford (Casey Affleck). Ford may appear like a respectful and conscientious law-abiding cop but something insidious is being held in check within. Trouble is set in motion when he's asked by the town’s influential business baron, Chester Conway (Ned Beatty), to move on troublesome prostitute Joyce Lakeland (Jessica Alba) who’s become a distraction to Chester's dim-witted son. Hoping to settle scores both old and new in one swift maneuver, Ford sets his vengeful plan in motion, using Joyce as a punching bag to set the scene for a stage that will evoke true evil's often banal nature.

Winterbottom’s calibration of all the elements is just about spot on. The tone remains true to Thompson’s worldview with starkly contrasting bursts of violence and smoldering sex scenes. His cast, which also includes Elias Koteas as a coy union chief doling out ominous hints, Simon Baker as a relentless investigator who continues to hound Ford and Bill Pullman in a showy cameo, has been assembled with precision. Alba earns stripes for her lack of inhibition but the real surprise packet is Kate Hudson as Ford’s whiny, feisty but clueless longtime flame who is constantly irked by her man’s indecisiveness but perceives no deeper darkness.


Hudson, Affleck and Alba



The film’s violence is a discordant, unedifying but necessary means of conveying the damaged condition of Ford’s psychology, as repellent as its implications are. Affleck glides through the role with a chilly conviction, a veil of coolness disguising aberrant traits that manifest themselves most maliciously when survival is at stake.

Ford’s unerring faith in his ability to rebuff every contingency may be the height of arrogance and superiority, but it’s fascinating to watch him angle his way out from under suspicion as it seeps into his life from every direction. Certainly you could construct a case for the character’s lack of depth. Are there deeper dimensions to Ford's characterisation, or is he an unwavering, single impression of evil without interesting shadings?

The Killer Inside Me may be a tough pill to swallow, the kind of experience you admire without joy. It’s compelling cinema regardless, drawing upon rich inferences to extend the exploration and definition of modern noir. The payoff too is a satisfying one for those opposed to loose ends left hanging. All parties converge on Ford for what is a spectacular all-or-nothing showdown and nihilistic negation of almost everything that has preceded it.









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Piranha

August 26th 2010 03:24


A stupendous fifteen minute orgy of gory indulgence saves Piranha from the doldrums of remake hell. Everything else about Alexandre Aja’s regurgitation of Joe Dante’s 1978 B-grade favourite reeks of those offensively stupid elements we can reliably tick off before the first reel is even in place. But though wallowing in crassness, this new incarnation of Piranha at least comes served with tongue in cheek and some amusing nods to the collective forefathers of movie monsterdom; a couple of prominent cameos are laughter-inducing for the nostalgic twinkle they’ll bring to many an embarrassed 40-something eye. And fear not, there’s titillation aplenty for those seeking the very finest in lowbrow entertainment


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Father of My Children

August 23rd 2010 06:19


Mia Hansen-Love’s latest film, a moving portrait of family life in two parts – before and after a traumatic event - makes for grippingly real drama. Gregoire (Louis-Do de Lencquesaing) is a respected independent French film producer, still ardently fighting for the life of his few handpicked projects. Pressures are mounting daily but with a seemingly idyllic family life to fall back on, his problems don’t appear insurmountable. Yet fortune is a fickle beast and inexplicable events have the potential to turn lives upside down


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The Clinic

August 19th 2010 03:48
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A tragic, cautionary tale of our over-reliance on means of interaction with the world that eschew actual human contact, Phobidilia (2009) is the debut of the Paz brothers, Doron and Yoav. A young man and 'hero' of the piece, Regev (Ofer Shechter), exists in a self-enclosed ‘kingdom’ within his apartment. He never ventures outside, with limitless access to all the stimulation he requires from cable TV, the internet and a wobbly pile of DVD's. Regev is a cleanliness freak too but as the flash forward that opens the film reveals, the dynamic within his ‘kingdom’ has been irrevocably altered, leading to an implosion that has left his environment in disarray and threatens his existence


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MIFF 2010: Certified Copy/Caterpillar

August 12th 2010 04:49
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