Thursday, 18 September 2025

The Gone - Season 1 (2024)

Let's play 'Who's the author'? The credits say it was based on an idea by Simone Nathan and Karl Kohrab, which was developed by Michael Bennett, Yvonne Donohoe and Anna McPartlin and then written by Bennett and McPartlin.

Whatever, I'd say it was the worst recorded or mixed series I think I've encountered so far. It doesn't help that the accents of Richard Flood (Irish) and Acushla-Tara Kupe (Kiwi) (both unknowns to us) aren't particularly ear-friendly but they just don't come over at all well, making it a struggle to follow the minutiae of the plot, which involves the disappearance of a young couple and their connections to a. an Irish crime family and b. local Maoris.

Also Kupe is struggling with reconciliation with her extended family, uncle Wayne Hapi and aunt Vanessa Rare, who keep lapsing into Maori at the drop of a hat, and the mystery of the disappearance of her mother when she was young.

The identity of the murderer and the raison d'ĂȘtre, are somewhat far-fetched.

In the mix is stubborn Irish journalist Carolyn Bracken, who's initially a pain in the arse, but then stumbles across the Big Secret that leads us into Season Two...

Wednesday, 17 September 2025

The Newsreader - Season 3 (2025 Creator Michael Lucas)

Should be called The NewsreaderS as both Anna Torv and Sam Reid - who are both equally in a mess - serve in that role.

Emotional...

... wired.

William McInnes plays probably the most vile (fictional) man on TV at the moment. We keep wishing that in one of his volcanic explosions that he'll have a heart attack!

Meanwhile our sports bloke Stephen Peacocke realises he may not be a racist but he's done nothing to stop it either - to the consternation of his Korean wife Michelle Lim Davidson.

Marg Downey continues to be passively-aggressively annoying and her unstable daughter Philippa Northeast is starting an unwise relationship with Reid.

Tuesday, 16 September 2025

A River Runs Through It (1992 Robert Redford)

Robert Redford died yesterday, 16th September, aged 89. Q picked this well, one of his delicate family studies, his third as director, very well acted - some evidence that actors can make great film directors (Eastwood, Allen, Welles). I'm glad to say we'd been on something of a retrospective in the last couple of years, with films like The Horse Whisperer, The Natural, Sneakers, Quiz Show, Barefoot in the Park, Our Souls at Night, The Company You Keep and Ordinary People.

My favourites: Butch Cassidy, Three Days of the Condor, The Horse Whisperer. The one I most want to watch again: The Sting.

Preacher Tom Skerritt brings up sons (one of whom is Joseph Gordon-Leavitt in his debut) sensibly and with an obsession with fly fishing. Benda Blethyn is mom. The boys grow up to be more sensible academic Craig Sheffer and wilder journalist Brad Pitt. The former falls for Emily Lloyd.

The sensational photography by Philippe Rousselot won the Oscar.





Richard Friedenberg adapted Norman Maclean's story.

I remember Redford in interview once saying that a regrettable by-product of being famous was that he could no longer go anywhere in public. He had the consolation of being a nature lover and being able to relax in that environment, but still...

His biggest achievement, though, was almost certainly the Sundance Festival / Institute.

Monday, 15 September 2025

Back at Downton (2010 Julian Gosford, I mean Fellowes)

Begins 1912. Oh Mr Carson, how could you have been in vaudeville! And Lady Mary - entertaining a man in your bed chamber! Giving pantomime baddies Barrow and Mrs Hughes ammunition! (What the hell is their motivation for being so horrible? Is that ever explained?)

I'd quite forgotten Jessica Brown Findlay - the third sister. And that Rose Leslie was in it at the beginning, arousing the ire of the staff by wanting to be a secretary - gasp!

Some of the Season 2 (WWI) plotting's getting a bit far fetched - the chauffeur was going to pour muck over a visiting General? The scarred man claiming he's the cousin? Mrs Bates' murder? (It's like - let's make Anna and John Bates the loveliest couple - and then let's shower them with shit each time they are almost happy.)

Daisy (Sophie McShera) inheriting farm? Unfinished storylines. Barrow vulnerable for a second, sacked without reference - suddenly is the under-butler? What the fuck is going on? He gets cousin in and only starts scheming again. This nastiness seeps through the whole thing. And yes, let's have Anna raped, Bates murderous - for fuck's fuck's sake! Leave them alone. This continues into season six. I'm afraid I don't think it's very good long form writing.

Edith and her baby - never was there are more tortuous storyline (that seems like it belongs in Victorian melodrama). (I feel sorry for Laura Carmichael whose character is always neglected or suffering).

Frenemies Maggie Smith and Penelope Wilton good. Lord Grantham and Carson both blow hot and cold - exhausting (Hugh Bonneville and Jim Carter). Grantham scrapping with Richard E Grant in her Lady's bedchamber? What bollocks!

And yet - it'll be a shame when it's all over! Like an annoying friend who you miss when they leave.

The Girl in the Red Velvet Swing (1955 Richard Fleischer)

Likely then one of Joan Collins' first American films. Based on the true 1906 White-Thaw murder case, adapted for the screen by Charles Brackett and Walter Reisch for Fox.

Married architect Ray Milland tries but cannot keep his hands off young Collins but eventually sends her away to finishing school, where multi-millionaire psycho Farley Granger moves in and (somehow) sweeps her off her feet - all in Milton Krasner's gloriously unshadowy CinemaScope Technicolor. Then an audacious in cold blood murder, with witnesses aplenty. But then I thought I'd remembered a scene that then wan't in it, of Collins revealing a repressed memory - it was clearly I who had the memory problem - a false memory.

With Glenda Farrell (Collins' mother), Cornelia Otis Skinner, Luther Adler (Granger's defense). 

Displays that amusing lack of cutting evident in early CinemaScope pictures. As a film it was only OK.




Sunday, 14 September 2025

I Fought the Law (2025 Jamie Crichton)

Based on Anna Ming's own memoir 'For the Love of Julie', which follows her tireless appeals against the man who murdered her daughter, eventually prompting the change in the Double Jeopardy law.

Worthy story, well held together by Sheridan Smith; another in ITV's long line of true crime dramas.


Sheridan with the real Anna Ming


Saturday, 13 September 2025

The Lady Vanishes (1938 Alfred Hitchcock)

Naunton and Wayne - 1938 - 'England's on the brink' - but they're talking about the cricket! Very prescient joke.

A classic screen partnership is born

One of Hitch's earlier 'living nightmares'. (My term.)

Great late line from Whitty: 'What an unpleasant journey'!

Prizzi's Honor (1985 John Huston)

William Hickey (somewhat aged, noted for his acting tuition at the HB Studio in Greenwich Village) then led us to this, which we hadn't seen for so long that the paint had dried. He's the Don of a family that extends to John Randolph and his son hitman Jack Nicholson, and includes Robert Loggia, Lee Richardson and Anjelica Huston.

Q got it absolutely right - Nicholson did a Brando in The Godfather by stuffing tissue into his upper lip, copying the Italians he'd observed who didn't move their upper lips. Though quite frail Huston knew what he was doing, reminding Nicholson that he should be as thick as he seems, and filming very long takes, particularly between him and Kathleen Turner, and directing Anjelica (then dating Jack) to her Oscar. Indeed, Anjelica sets the whole plot into action by pitting her father (Richardson) again Family beloved Nicholson.

Stanley Tucci's in there somewhere.

The story is from Richard (The Manchurian Candidate) Condon, adapted by he and Janet Roach. Alex North provided a suitably Italian score and classic Hollywood Warner Bros.' editor Rudi Fehr (Dial M For Murder, I, Confess, also Huston's Key Largo) came out of retirement - well, he'd already come out of retirement, actually, Mr. McGilligan, for One From the Heart in 1981 - to cut it. Andrej Bartkowiak (Falling Down, A Good Man in Africa, Terms of Endearment, The Verdict) shot it.

It's a class act of gallows' humour with a good dose of Mafia / honor.






Operation Mad Ball (1957 Richard Quine)

The first of six film collaborations between director Quine and star Jack Lemmon at Columbia, ending with the sublime How To Murder Your Wife, begins with an army comedy which has nothing to do with the TV hit show Hogan's Heroes. (The others were My Sister Eileen, It Happened to Jane, The Notorious Landlady and Bell, Book and Candle, three of which also teamed Lemmon with Ernie Kovacs).

Lemmon absolutely fits the bill as the go-to organizer of a dance between soldiers and (female) nurse officers, with his own eye on Kathryn Grant (also Anatomy of a Murder), abetted by Kovacs but ultimately supported by Arthur O'Connell. Mickey Rooney has a fun cameo. With Dick York, James Darren, Jeanne Manet and an uncredited William Hickey.

Written by Arthur Carter (from his unproduced play), Jed Harris and Blake Edwards. Photographed by Charles Lawton, edited by Charles Nelson, music by Charles Durning. It's quietly amusing.



Friday, 12 September 2025

Cowboy (1958 Delmer Daves)

Highly successful, realistic account of life as cowboy, as hotel clerk Jack Lemmon decides to join Glenn Ford on cattle trail. Based on Frank Harris's questionable autobiographical book 'My Reminiscences as a Cowboy', adapted by Edmund H North and (uncredited) Dalton Trumbo. Loved the stuff about the horse 'having a brain the size as a walnut' and not being a cowboy's best friend at all.

Good earlyish (Some Like It Hot was the year after) role for Lemmon as man who becomes tougher over the trail. With Anna Kashfi, Dick York, Brian Donlevy, Richard Jaeckel.

Splendidly photographed (night scenes especially) by Charles Lawton, edited by William Lyon and Al Clark, music by George Duning, for Columbia.






Thursday, 11 September 2025

Rope (1948 Alfred Hitchcock)

Lots of good background info here. Stewart, in his first film for Hitch, is wonderful, as the teacher who gradually sniffs out what is going on. Hitch preempts Birdman, 1917 and Adolescence with his continuous take film. It's the scenes with props you look out for - opening champagne, lighting candles - if any of these things go wrong you ruin the whole ten minute take. Ten? I thought it was twenty? Clearly some of the cover-ups were subtler than I realised (maybe the one cut - to Stewart - is one of them?) You could watch it for the subtly changing backdrop alone.

John Dall, Farley Granger, Edith Evanson (housekeeper), Douglas Dick, Joan Chandler, Cedric Hardwicke and Constance Collier.

'Mouvement perpetuel' by Poulenc is the slightly maddeningly appropriate piano music which Farley Granger is clearly not playing. I've definitely heard it in a black and white film as well, not so long ago...

Not Hitch. His shape appears somewhat enigmatically as a flashing neon sign later??

Art: Milton Avery 'Girl in White Dress' (1943)

Art: Fidelio Ponce de Léon 'Five Women' (1941) sold from Hitchcock collection at Sotheby's 1991



Sunday, 7 September 2025

Judgment at Nuremberg (1961 Stanley Kramer)

A solid, worthwhile film, for us of most interest for another totally committed performance from Spencer Tracy, who I read performed his final summation in one entire take, running the full length of the ten minute camera reel. He nailed it, from memory, in that first take, to thunderous applause from the cast and crew.

Do I like Kramer? I'm not really sure.

On screen for the most time are Richard Widmark (prosecution) and Maximillian Schell, who won the Oscar for his almost-Nazi performance. Burt Lancaster is the almost sympathetic judge on trial. Good, telling appearances from Montgomery Clift, Marlene Dietrich (who was on set distributing Danishes!) and Judy Garland. Monty was a mess, drinking on set and on dope. Spencer - himself understanding only too well the pernicious effects of alcohol - told him to play his scene to him, and he did. According to Richard Widmark 'He played it to Spence, and it came out great'. And Kramer added 'Spencer was the greatest reactor in the business.'

The Nazis are Torben Mayer, Martin Brandt and Werner Klemperer.

Abby Mann won the writing Oscar, from his own original TV drama in 1959 (in which Schell acted).

Sam Leavitt shot it with smooth operating by Charles Wheeler and good use of a zoom lens working at different speeds.

UA were understandably nervous about it. 




Saturday, 6 September 2025

Anatomy of a Murder (1959 Otto Preminger)

Let's say that Bernie Gribble or whatever his name is did rape Lee Remick - her flirting and clothing is no excuse - we're in The Accused territory, early on - and that must have happened for any of it to make sense, then Ben Gazzara (brilliant) literally does go over to his bar and execute him in cold blood. It's quite straightforward. And the 'dissociative reasoning' defence is just bullshit.

So why does lawyer James Stewart defend him? Though the film runs 2 hours 40, we don't find out.

Stewart makes a big show of it when Scott is blocking his view of the witness, but every time either of them gets really close to the witness in the box they're... blocking the other's view.

A Columbia release. Oscar nominated for film, Stewart, Arthur O'Connell, George C Scott, writer Wendell Mayes, cinematographer Sam Leavitt (in hard black and white tones) and editor Louis Loeffler, who edited seventeen (most) of Preminger's pictures from Margin for Error (1943) on - Laura was a year later, Bonjour Tristesse being one exception. Won none of them. (Ben Hur was the slam dunk that year.)



Friday, 5 September 2025

The Hit (1984 Stephen Frears)

An original screenplay from Peter Price opens with gangster Terence Stamp ratting on his colleagues, then picks up with him in Spain ten years later. John Hurt and Tim Roth have been sent to take him to Paris, where he'll meet his maker, but things go blackly comic, leaving a very obvious trail for the police (Fernando Rey) to follow. Laura del Sol is the spunky Spaniard they stupidly take along with them.

It's a lovely tribute to Terence Stamp, who died August 17. He's quite reconciled about dying, has a sort of Zen approach - though he could have escaped more than once. It felt like he hadn't been around much - the only later film of significance you really remember is The Limey, but he had been steadily working - though I don't think he'd object if I called this body of work 'mixed'. I guess he's best known for early appearances in Far From the Madding Crowd (1967), also Billy Budd, The Collector, Poor Cow, The Mind of Mr Soames and Superman.

John Hurt is impassive (I've always had a special fondness for him, ever since I first saw - ? Midnight Express), Tim Roth as the gradually more friendly inexperienced punk.

It was edited by Professor Mick Audsley and photographed by Mike Molloy (also The Shout), produced by Jeremy Thomas. Stylistically it makes good use of the deserty Spanish locations - often in very wide shot - and has interesting blocking of actors. It's one of those - y'know - existential thriller road movies!




Thursday, 4 September 2025

Two Things We Bailed On

The first was sadly Dan Fogelman's new high-concept drama. Paradise has Sterling K Brown as the ex President's senior security officer who through two flashbacks we learn has saved the P's life, but who he also blames for the death of his wife. Then the Big Reveal - the idyllic suburban town they're in is buried in a mountain, some terrible cataclysm having affected the Earth. Oh great - more dystopia. And to paraphrase Q, 'That's when I tilted my hat and said Goodbye, Mr. Fogelman'.

The BBC presents a drama in which super-successful Eve Myles picks up cleaner Gabrielle Creevy and starts to fill her head with grandiose ideas. When Creevy uses her new boss's house to entertain a pick-up, I immediately thought 'Oh. It's one of those.' You know, totally unbelievable. The pick-up turns violent (as you do?) and she accidentally kills him just as her boss returns. That one episode is quite enough, which is a shame, as both Myles and Creevy are quite watchable.

Father Brown / The Detective (1954 Robert Hamer & co-scr)

Adapted from G.K. Chesterson, with Thelma Schnee. I had forgotten it was Hamer. And Georges Auric. I would in fact watch any film that had either name in its credits. The DP is Harry Waxman, who also shot Hamer's The Long Memory.

Thief Peter Finch finally realises there's no pleasure in stealing rare works of art if only he can see them - so minister Alec Guinness wins in the end (let's say, with the help of Joan Greenwood).

By accident or design, Sid James turns up in so many good films of the forties and fifties



Wednesday, 3 September 2025

Dancing on the Edge (2013 Stephen Poliakoff & scr)

It had been a while. 1933. Black jazz musician Chiwetel Ejiofor is injured and needs to get out of the country, seeks help from journalist Matthew Goode - but why? We flash back to 1931 to find out. Like in a William Boyd, you can't help but feel something sinister is going on underneath. Despite this being TV for adults, it's actually a simple murder story, with jazz and Power trappings, commentary on the powerful ruling class who can get away with anything they like - ah, how things have changed! - the rise of Fascism, the draconian immigration laws, the early music journalists. And, though nicely quite underplayed - racism. The scenes of on-the-run Ejiofor - a black man in DJ in middle class bowling green 30s England - he sticks out like a sore thumb. 

Great cast also comprises: Angel Coulby and Wunmi Mosaku (the singers, who are actually singing - Wunmi's voice in particular is incredible), Janet Montgomery, Anthony Head, Joanna Vanderham, John Goodman, Tom Hughes, Jenna (then Jenna-Louise) Coleman, Mel Smith, Caroline Quentin - and that glamorous older Lady - was she familiar? - it's only Jacqueline Bisset!

Lovely photography from Ashely Rowe (Starter for Ten, Calendar Girls), edited by Chris Wyatt (Living, Supernova, Ammonite, The Falling, '71), production design Grant Montgomery (Sanditon, Tolkein, The Limehouse Golem, Peaky Blinders, Death Comes to Pemberley, Worried About the Boy) finding a number of existing locations - the ballroom's in Birmingham, music Adrian Johnston, who also wrote the lyrics. and who has scored most of Poliakoff's work since Shooting the Past in 1999.

Not as many collaborations as I thought: Summer of Rockets also shot by Rowe, Close to the Enemy featured Rowe, Wyatt and Johnston.

Good interview with Poliakoff here.

His trademark long shot down a corridor after Coulby has been assaulted is definitely noticeable.

It was inspired by research for The Lost Prince when Poliakoff read that the Duke of Windsor hung around with the Duke Ellington Band.





Doctor in the House (1954 Ralph Thomas)

A rather sweet film, miles away from the crude hi-jinks the series became, properly underscored with the difficulties of being a medical student and the hurdles of qualifying (note at the end those that still have not got through).

Dirk Bogarde is top billed though Kenneth More won the Best Actor BAFTA. (Really? He won over John Mills in Hobson's Choice, David Niven in Carrington V.C., and Robert Donat in Lease of Life.) With Muriel Pavlow, Donald Sinden, Kay Kendall, James Robertson Justice, Donald Houston, Geoffrey Keen (Dean), George Coulouris. And with cameos: Joan Sims, Shirley Eaton, Joan Hickson, Amy Veness, Richard Wattis and writer Nicholas Phipps himself as a magistrate.

'St. Swithins' is played by University College London's main building in Gower Street, Bloomsbury, photographed by Ernest Steward.





Tuesday, 2 September 2025

The Furies (1950 Anthony Mann)

What's going on here? The Furies are Roman mythological goddesses of vengeance. Well that fits insofar as Barbara Stanwyck is the strong-willed daughter (of strong-willed rancher Walter Huston) who seeks revenge when daddy backtracks on promise to leave her his ranch 'The Furies', having hooked up with Judith Anderson (who drinks the disgusting sounding combination of cognac with orange juice!). Although why you would name your ranch that is another matter (it's a bit silly).

Stanwyck also has a hot-cold thing going for mercenary and emotionless Wendell Corey, but her heart is with a Mexican (Gilbert Roland) whose family has lived on the estate for ages. There's a very dramatically faulty sequence where Huston's men lay siege to Roland's family's castle (which, frankly, looks unassailable) but they surrender... and then Huston has him hanged for theft of a horse (which he succumbs to without a word or a struggle??) What a cunt! And of course this is going to position his daughter hotly against him also.

And the in the end, she ruins him, but then goes into partnership with him! And marries Corey! But Roland's mother (oh - that was Beulah Bondi) kills him - good! 

I can't help the feeling that this all probably plays better after a few sherberts.

Charles Schnee adapted a novel by Niven Busch. both names we know. And having just been enjoying Mann's films noir like T-Men, Border Incident and Raw Deal, we were somewhat disappointed. Though we like the cast, which also includes Thomas Gomez. It was Huston's last - he died later that year.

Photographed by Victor Milner and scored by Franz Waxman for Paramount, produced by Hal Wallis.

Barbara about to disfigure Judith Anderson


Monday, 1 September 2025

Mrs Dalloway (1997 Marleen Gorris)

We watched an introductory film by Eileen Atkins, who said she was sent such rubbish she might as well adapt Virginia Woolf's novel herself, but 'couldn't find a part' for her. And having looked at a summary of the novel's plot, I'd say she did a bloody good job.

Gorris had just won an Oscar for her film Antonia. Eileen's husband decided to produce it but ran out of money, and the whole project was taken over by a new funder, without their involvement. When they saw the finished film, they hated it. But wind forward a few years, The Hours was premiered at Guildford and they agreed to screen Mrs Dalloway along with, with a Q&A with Eileen, and seeing it again, she and her husband loved it!

Mrs Dalloway (who has recently suffered from some sort of unexplained 'illness') prepares for a party to be given that evening, cross cut against her romantic past. In conjunction a shell shocked soldier spends a day in the park before being committed. He kills himself and Mrs Dalloway hears about it at the party and feels for him. It doesn't sound much, but it's really good.

And with this great cast it should be. Vanessa Redgrave and Natasha McElhone as her younger self, Michael Kitchen, Alan Cox, Rupert Graves, Amelia Bullmore, Lena Headey, John Standing, Sarah Badel, Robert Hardy, Phyllis Calvert.

Handsomely set and photographed by Sue Gibson, good music from Ilona Sekacz. Clapper loader Joe Wright is not that one, but does show I pay attention to credits!




Sunday, 31 August 2025

His Kind of Woman (1951 John Farrow)

For me, this film is a bit of a mess. The exposition is clear enough - gangster Raymond Burr needs to get back to the US in disguise, decides to trade places with someone similar in physique - namely Robert Mitchum (yeah? I don't think so.) Mitchum is enlisted and then we spend an interminable time in an admittedly exotic Mexican hotel set in which everyone is forever ordering drinks than leaving them (you're in one set so Farrow wants to move the actors around it. He - and Harry Wild - do a great tracking shot at one point of Mitchum coming in to the bar.) Shades of Casablanca - there's even the same set up with Mitchum rescuing a woman whose husband is in debt, by cheating at cards - from Jim Backus, a character who doesn't really need to be there at all.

Anyway about an hour in things pick up with strong arm gangsters (Tony Caruso and Charles McGraw) and the arrival of the crook, and a sort of double act emerges between Mitch and movie star / hunter Vincent Price. Whilst Mitchum is being really nastily beaten up and threatened with death on board ship, the Price side of the film descends into slapstick - particularly when a boat load of militia sets sail and immediately sinks - a funny scene, but feels like it belongs to another film altogether. And in the cross-cutting between the Price- Mitchum sequences, the film seems to labour when it should be at full steam. One example of this is when Mitch is finally free on board and stops to load his gun - and he seems very slowly to put in one cartridge, then another.. for Wilder's sake, why couldn't he just have a loaded gun?? Which all contributes to its almost two hour running time - unusually long for this sort of material.

Anyway I don't want to be too hard because overall it's enjoyable, and in quoting his delicious dialogue, Price is in a way foreshadowing his later career as an eloquent horror star, and the action is fast and violent, not just in the editing but in-camera too (some of it hand held, I read).

It was made for RKO when Hughes was in charge.

Let's see what Mitchum biographer Lee Server can tell us. "It was a strange sort of script [written by Out of the Past's Frank Fenton]... To Farrow's credit, he never tried to resolve the script's tonal inconsistencies [why to his credit?] but ran with them all the way." Then Hughes decided to redo the ending, with Richard Fleischer directing new material from Earl Felton, including the big fight on the ship and the comedy boat sinking. And - much to Mitchum's displeasure, the scene where they try to inject him - with his drugs bust he did not want the shot of a needle going into his arm at all. The ensuing cut with all this new stuff was three hours.

But that's not the end of it. Hughes then decided he wanted a new bad guy and all the Burr scenes had to be reshot - this is a year after they started - and fed up, Mitch started secretly drinking vodka on set, and on the last day of filming, exploding. "The film would have registered a nice profit but for the nearly one million dollars Hughes had spent on five months of retakes, added scenes, and cast changes."








What We Did on Our Holiday (2014 Andy Hamilton, Guy Jenkins)

A young old favourite, if you see what I mean.

Of the kids, I would have to single out Emilia Jones for her grave seriousness - hope she'll do more. Holy smoke! What an idiot! It's only now I realise she is the lead in Coda! And Fairyland - young girl growing up with gay dad in 1970s San Francisco, premiered at Sundance 2023 but not due for release until October?? Maybe because it treads similar ground as Alan Ball's Uncle Frank.

Martin Hawkins is the elegant DP, mainly on TV. 'It must have been fun to edit' Q said. I thought there would have been an absolute ton of material to go through and correctly assemble, but I know what she means. Steve Tempia and Mark Williams were responsible.



Just realised I took exactly the same screen shot in 2018!


The Dig (2021 Simon Stone)

Moira Buffini adapted John Preston. And it's not really about the dig, but the many relationships that we see in its orbit, notably between landowner Carey Mulligan and the digger Ralph Fiennes and her son Archie Barnes. Also between Fiennes and his wife Monica Doolan; excavator Ben Chaplin (who's gay) and his wife Lily James and her attraction for Johnny Flynn; and the political maneuverings of Ken Stott. And it all ends somehow inconclusively though well - not everything needs to be all wrapped up - make up your own ending,

Loved Jon Harris' editing, especially the extensive use of displaced sound - haven't seen that done so well since Vic Boydell. And Mike Eley's cinematography, which looks like it's in entirely natural light, should also get a special mention. Stone referenced Diamonds of the Night (1964) and the Ukrainian Earth (1930). Natural light was used as much as possible, with reflectors, and it was mainly shot hand held. The music's by Stefan Gregory.

I enjoyed it more than last time (not that I didn't enjoy it then), thought it was really good. Should check out more of Australian Stone's films. Ah - he's only really made one, The Daughter, with Geoffrey Rush. With the Netflix The Woman in Cabin 10, with Kiera Knightley, in post-production, due in October.




Agatha Christie's Miss Marple: The 4:50 from Paddington (1987 T.R. Bowen)

Seemingly, a straightforward retelling of the original. The denouement is some bonkers - how would Marple know her friend would return to the room just when the doctor was examining her eye?

Maurice Denham is the aging star in this one. Also we were struck by Joanna David, who it turns out is married to Edward Fox, mother of Emilia and Freddie. She seems to have been in just about every British TV programme, from the Last of the Mohicans in 1971 and including Colditz, The Duchess of Duke Street, The Darling Buds of May, Bramwell, Foyle's War, Death in ParadiseMorse and... the Marple reboot! And You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger, for good measure.


Hated the performance of the 'artistic one' John Hallam.

Saturday, 30 August 2025

21 Bridges (2019 Brian Kirk)

Reminded we'd never seen this through Graham Norton rewatch featuring the sadly late Chadwick Boseman, who seemed like a good presence.

Story and screenplay by Adam Mervis and Matthew Michael Carnahan is fun as cocaine heist goes wrong, eight cops are dead so renegade detective Boseman decides to shut down Manhattan to catch killers. What do you mean, that's totally unbelievable? It's only until the next morning! But then - corruption sets in.

Lots of good (though sometimes hardly plausible) action makes it fun (though interestingly, not really exciting - didn't feel heart rate going up). Lots of NYC locations used, through they're all remarkably unpopulated. Shoot-out in meat factory is different, though that sort of sequence goes back as far as Powell & Pressburger's Contraband.

With Sienna Miller, J.K. Simmons, Stephan James (Selma, If Beale Street Could Talk, Race as Jesse Owens), Taylor Kitsch, Keith David.

Nicely photographed by Paul Cameron with a sort of Michael Kamen-ish soundalike score. Edited by Tim Murrell (Patrick Melrose).




The Good Liar (2019 Bill Condon)

Not a film you can watch too often, though you have to love the pairing of Helen Mirren and Ian McKellan, and the twist is a doozy - the flashbacks to WW2 Germany add meat. Laurie Davidson good as young Nazi. Plus: Russell Tovey, Mark Lewis Jones, Jim Carter, Lucien Msamati (how do you pronounce this?)

Rather shabbily photographed, though, in what has since become a 'style' by Tobias Schliessler. But no problem at all with Carter Burwell's ominous score.

Written by Jeffrey Hatcher from Nicholas Searle's novel.

That'll teach you!