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April 25th 2012 10:16 PM  |  9 notes  |  Source
Electra Heart
Marina and the Diamonds
What a delightfully surprising pop album. Marina and the Diamonds’s sophomore effort delivers a cohesive collective of brilliant tracks that are instantly, and bizarrely, anthemic—in its repetitive pop hooks and raucously pounding beats (case in point, I’M GONNA BE YOUR BUBBLEGUM BITCH; I’M LIVING DEAD, DEAD, DEAD; SEX, SEX, SEX)—and easy to listen to. The pop production behind each song is resonant and quite layered all around; the album has a raw and distinct sound that is unlike America’s muddle of dubstep and sugary pop synths. More impressively though, and I’ve mentioned this many times before, is Marina’s idiosyncratic approach as a lyricist. Brutally honest written lyrics that are both satiric and emotionally insightful, Electra Heart’s proposed theme of heartbreak and victimization and archetypes is sung through a bipolar stream of personalities that can at any moment be sweet, vindictive, sardonic, or somber, which is what makes this album so exciting and refreshing. Every single song succeeds in their uncompromising lyrics and provocative themes, often filled with powerful and witty one liners. Although her voice and brand may not be for everyone, she’s solidified herself as an auspicious and interesting pop star who can diligently craft an infectious pop song as well as a substantial ballad.
I guess personally why this album is particularly a wonderful surprise, is that I can relate incredibly well to her lyrics and she hasn’t disappointed. She may not be for everyone, but I think her album should please her fans. 
KEY TRACKS:
Bubblegum Bitch, Primadonna, Lies, Starring Role, The State of Dreaming, Living Dead, Teen Idle, Valley of the Dolls, Sex Yeah (I’ve yet to hear the full Lonely Hearts Club or Buy The Stars, but LHC sounds amazing from the preview)

Electra Heart

Marina and the Diamonds

What a delightfully surprising pop album. Marina and the Diamonds’s sophomore effort delivers a cohesive collective of brilliant tracks that are instantly, and bizarrely, anthemic—in its repetitive pop hooks and raucously pounding beats (case in point, I’M GONNA BE YOUR BUBBLEGUM BITCH; I’M LIVING DEAD, DEAD, DEAD; SEX, SEX, SEX)—and easy to listen to. The pop production behind each song is resonant and quite layered all around; the album has a raw and distinct sound that is unlike America’s muddle of dubstep and sugary pop synths. More impressively though, and I’ve mentioned this many times before, is Marina’s idiosyncratic approach as a lyricist. Brutally honest written lyrics that are both satiric and emotionally insightful, Electra Heart’s proposed theme of heartbreak and victimization and archetypes is sung through a bipolar stream of personalities that can at any moment be sweet, vindictive, sardonic, or somber, which is what makes this album so exciting and refreshing. Every single song succeeds in their uncompromising lyrics and provocative themes, often filled with powerful and witty one liners. Although her voice and brand may not be for everyone, she’s solidified herself as an auspicious and interesting pop star who can diligently craft an infectious pop song as well as a substantial ballad.

I guess personally why this album is particularly a wonderful surprise, is that I can relate incredibly well to her lyrics and she hasn’t disappointed. She may not be for everyone, but I think her album should please her fans. 

KEY TRACKS:

Bubblegum Bitch, Primadonna, Lies, Starring Role, The State of Dreaming, Living Dead, Teen Idle, Valley of the Dolls, Sex Yeah (I’ve yet to hear the full Lonely Hearts Club or Buy The Stars, but LHC sounds amazing from the preview)

April 14th 2012 2:45 PM  |  2 notes

Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind

It’s a wildly imaginative film, thought-provoking and heartfelt. The characters are sweet and naive, but equally as brash and honest. Kate Winslet and Jim Carrey portray two unique introverted characters that fall in and out of love, but love nonetheless, and I just adored the two together. The film’s conception and exploration of memory and identity, and the way it is not linear, yet almost certainly so, is not so much a puzzle, but just a form for Charlie Kaufman (writer) and Michael Gondry (director) to conceive visceral pieces—moments of pure emotion and the experiences throughout their relationship—in a vivid and artistic, cinematic fashion. It’s refreshing to view a whimsical film that doesn’t quite complicate its characters, but rather complicates the core of its message, leaving the viewer to hopefully treasure their memories and self identity more than we often care to acknowledge. 

March 26th 2012 10:18 PM  |  0 notes
THE KID WITH A BIKE (2011) DIR. JEAN-PIERRE & LUC DARDENNE
Nominated for Best Foreign Film at last year’s Golden Globe, the Dardenne brothers have crafted a simple film that’s central theme is touching and heartbreaking, lead by a courageous and troubled young boy, Cyril Catoul, played exceedingly well by Thomas Doret. Seeking compassion from his abandoning father, who’s poverty has resulted in his care at a foster home, Cyril constantly and cunningly searches for him, at his old apartment, inquiring past acquaintances, and roaming the entire neighbourhood, up and down the streets. Not too far into the film, during a tantrum against his counsellors, he latches onto a woman, and soon thereafter, she helps him find the bike his father gifted to him, which he had been scouring for. She becomes a maternal figure to him, caring for him during the weekends, sympathetic and nurturing of his temper and his unbearable loss that he hides under a stoic nerve and audacity. Cyril may seem impudent and stubborn at times, but he is a vulnerable and lost child, determined to seek love from a family that doesn’t want him, and not yet understanding his relationships with the people around him.
Thomas Doret seems to be just one of the many young actors and actresses who are impressive in their nuance and ability to express so wholeheartedly, and it’s amazing and inspiring to watch promising careers grow in time. The Kid with a Bike, though short and simple, explores the core fundamentals of trust and love, family and forgiveness, and its actors carry the film beautifully in a natural way that affects the heart. 

THE KID WITH A BIKE (2011) DIR. JEAN-PIERRE & LUC DARDENNE

Nominated for Best Foreign Film at last year’s Golden Globe, the Dardenne brothers have crafted a simple film that’s central theme is touching and heartbreaking, lead by a courageous and troubled young boy, Cyril Catoul, played exceedingly well by Thomas Doret. Seeking compassion from his abandoning father, who’s poverty has resulted in his care at a foster home, Cyril constantly and cunningly searches for him, at his old apartment, inquiring past acquaintances, and roaming the entire neighbourhood, up and down the streets. Not too far into the film, during a tantrum against his counsellors, he latches onto a woman, and soon thereafter, she helps him find the bike his father gifted to him, which he had been scouring for. She becomes a maternal figure to him, caring for him during the weekends, sympathetic and nurturing of his temper and his unbearable loss that he hides under a stoic nerve and audacity. Cyril may seem impudent and stubborn at times, but he is a vulnerable and lost child, determined to seek love from a family that doesn’t want him, and not yet understanding his relationships with the people around him.

Thomas Doret seems to be just one of the many young actors and actresses who are impressive in their nuance and ability to express so wholeheartedly, and it’s amazing and inspiring to watch promising careers grow in time. The Kid with a Bike, though short and simple, explores the core fundamentals of trust and love, family and forgiveness, and its actors carry the film beautifully in a natural way that affects the heart. 

March 24th 2012 9:28 PM  |  3 notes  |  Source
THE HUNGER GAMES (2012) DIR. GARY ROSS
It may seem quite too early in the year to affirm this, but Jennifer Lawrence once again cements herself as an exceptionally capable actress, in the prestigious role as the courageous heroine, Katniss Everdeen, and in what could be one of the strongest young, female performances of the year. As one of the few viewers who didn’t read the novel beforehand, I can more than satisfyingly exclaim that Gary Ross and the rest of the incredible cast and crew, have adapted a powerful, important narrative into a structured and fast-paced film. Phenomenal seems to be an understatement in this case.
Assuming no introduction is necessary, I’ll jump right into the highlights and minor flaws, both from my own perspective and those of my sisters’ whom have read the novels. First and foremost, running at almost 2 hours and a half, the film manages to consistently focus on Katniss’ perspective, her intimate storyline. From beginning to end, it never fails as a violent spectacle, or as a study of politics, and the fragility of character, morale, and society. As we delve into her mentality and her relationships, it builds the foundation of a stoic character that will inevitably expand as the series continues. This is largely in part to Lawrence’s extraordinarily controlled performance; the nuances of her body and in her tone speak volumes, especially in notable moments such as her rise into the Cornucopia battleground, her plea to her mother, her first few moments running into the woods, and the unavoidable death of those around her. The way she trembles, screams, or cries in those moments is palpable in our own skin. Although it may feel particularly slow for some (myself not included), Lawrence’s performance is a redeeming one that carries the movie swiftly. Primrose Everdeen’s, portrayed by Willow Shields, few heartbreaking minutes are also impressive and memorable. 
Naturally, the film can’t translate each and every detail of the novel, but what it strives to do, and perfectly executes from a movie-directing perspective, is conjuring a story that is clear and linear. We watch what most importantly transforms her, which unfortunately means that some secondary themes, and relationships, especially amongst the tributes, are diluted and don’t seem as fleshed out. Despite this, that doesn’t mean that the characters themselves aren’t built properly; Haymitch is sincere and wise in his advice, but seems a bit careless and defeated, having been winner of the games before; Effie embodies what is so material and trivial about the games and what has become of the higher class, but she’s also quite the satiric comic relief; Cato reveals himself and his doubts in those final moments, portraying a young man who had lost meaning when the game began to define him. The single most developed relationship would have to be between Peeta and Katniss, arriving from the same district. Their friendship and proceeding love seems to be fabricated from artifice, as a cunning television scene for sympathy and support from the viewers and sponsors. However,what Josh Hutcherson and Jennifer Lawrence express so brilliantly, is that this may not be entirely true. The scenes in the cave, the two act perfectly between the fine line of genuine and deceptive displays of empathy and compassion. Whether they are speaking truthfully to each other varies line by line, glance by glance, and that is conveyed so unbelievably well in the actors.
The event itself is brutal and harrowing, blood is spilt heavily in the first few minutes of its commencement. What aids us excellently throughout the aggressive warfare, and what I personally found no faults in, is Ross’ decision to travel almost in a first person perspective shot—the camera shakes as we run with Katniss, effects are implemented also as a way to see through her eyes and moderate the gore, and Ross also takes advantage of an omniscient perspective that allowed the story to elaborate and depict scenes that would otherwise not have worked in first person. My favourite shots were vantage points that magnified Lawrence’s face, going right up to her skin giving us a unique look at her expression.
However, the story does falter in some parts. A few particular tribute deaths feel rushed and unrealistic—Katniss herself is rescued twice, and Clove’s (District 2 tribute) threats before plunging a knife into her neck just didn’t seem reasonable to me. All in all these are minuscule weaknesses. What truly shines are the performances by the primitive, animalistic tributes whose meanings seem to have now revolved around this game. It is played skillfully and horrifically, and the one who survives will be just another glimmer of hope for the poor, controlled by the dystopian government in Panem, for another year.
Visually, the capitol, and, personally, anything indoors seemed uncomfortably digital and obviously computerized. Although the control room of the games was an exception, the natural woods and landscape of Cornucopia was breathtaking and the true highlight of the settings. The costumes are also a feat, in its outlandish and dramatic form, they imagine a future of rich that have embraced colour and masks, while the poor remain traditional and have been forced to dress in dull palettes. The soundtrack is scarce, but when it’s heard to when it’s piercing silence, are equally significant. The music dramatizes the terror during gruesome battle sequences, while the overwhelming silence forces us to focus acutely on the characters in those pivotal instances. A tiny flaw in its technical execution would have to be the end credit and title credit font… just WHY? It’s horrendous, but obviously nothing critical.  
The Hunger Games may not have exceeded the vivid imaginations of the readers, but I can certainly say that it has satiated my anticipation. Thematically, it empowers young people to mobilize their voices and stay true to themselves, by modelling an intelligent young woman who is resilient and powerful in her stance. Gary Ross has produced a blockbuster film that expatiates the emotional narrative of its protagonist, while still achieving action that is tense and suspenseful every step of the way. It intensely tests the audience emotionally, mentally, and physically, demanding us to pay attention to a bleak future where kids, young children, are slaying each other to their imminent death for entertainment. Thought-provoking and tragic in every aspect, The Hunger Games is off to a promising start, with an ending that perfectly segues to a definite sequel.

THE HUNGER GAMES (2012) DIR. GARY ROSS

It may seem quite too early in the year to affirm this, but Jennifer Lawrence once again cements herself as an exceptionally capable actress, in the prestigious role as the courageous heroine, Katniss Everdeen, and in what could be one of the strongest young, female performances of the year. As one of the few viewers who didn’t read the novel beforehand, I can more than satisfyingly exclaim that Gary Ross and the rest of the incredible cast and crew, have adapted a powerful, important narrative into a structured and fast-paced film. Phenomenal seems to be an understatement in this case.

Assuming no introduction is necessary, I’ll jump right into the highlights and minor flaws, both from my own perspective and those of my sisters’ whom have read the novels. First and foremost, running at almost 2 hours and a half, the film manages to consistently focus on Katniss’ perspective, her intimate storyline. From beginning to end, it never fails as a violent spectacle, or as a study of politics, and the fragility of character, morale, and society. As we delve into her mentality and her relationships, it builds the foundation of a stoic character that will inevitably expand as the series continues. This is largely in part to Lawrence’s extraordinarily controlled performance; the nuances of her body and in her tone speak volumes, especially in notable moments such as her rise into the Cornucopia battleground, her plea to her mother, her first few moments running into the woods, and the unavoidable death of those around her. The way she trembles, screams, or cries in those moments is palpable in our own skin. Although it may feel particularly slow for some (myself not included), Lawrence’s performance is a redeeming one that carries the movie swiftly. Primrose Everdeen’s, portrayed by Willow Shields, few heartbreaking minutes are also impressive and memorable. 

Naturally, the film can’t translate each and every detail of the novel, but what it strives to do, and perfectly executes from a movie-directing perspective, is conjuring a story that is clear and linear. We watch what most importantly transforms her, which unfortunately means that some secondary themes, and relationships, especially amongst the tributes, are diluted and don’t seem as fleshed out. Despite this, that doesn’t mean that the characters themselves aren’t built properly; Haymitch is sincere and wise in his advice, but seems a bit careless and defeated, having been winner of the games before; Effie embodies what is so material and trivial about the games and what has become of the higher class, but she’s also quite the satiric comic relief; Cato reveals himself and his doubts in those final moments, portraying a young man who had lost meaning when the game began to define him. The single most developed relationship would have to be between Peeta and Katniss, arriving from the same district. Their friendship and proceeding love seems to be fabricated from artifice, as a cunning television scene for sympathy and support from the viewers and sponsors. However,what Josh Hutcherson and Jennifer Lawrence express so brilliantly, is that this may not be entirely true. The scenes in the cave, the two act perfectly between the fine line of genuine and deceptive displays of empathy and compassion. Whether they are speaking truthfully to each other varies line by line, glance by glance, and that is conveyed so unbelievably well in the actors.

The event itself is brutal and harrowing, blood is spilt heavily in the first few minutes of its commencement. What aids us excellently throughout the aggressive warfare, and what I personally found no faults in, is Ross’ decision to travel almost in a first person perspective shot—the camera shakes as we run with Katniss, effects are implemented also as a way to see through her eyes and moderate the gore, and Ross also takes advantage of an omniscient perspective that allowed the story to elaborate and depict scenes that would otherwise not have worked in first person. My favourite shots were vantage points that magnified Lawrence’s face, going right up to her skin giving us a unique look at her expression.

However, the story does falter in some parts. A few particular tribute deaths feel rushed and unrealistic—Katniss herself is rescued twice, and Clove’s (District 2 tribute) threats before plunging a knife into her neck just didn’t seem reasonable to me. All in all these are minuscule weaknesses. What truly shines are the performances by the primitive, animalistic tributes whose meanings seem to have now revolved around this game. It is played skillfully and horrifically, and the one who survives will be just another glimmer of hope for the poor, controlled by the dystopian government in Panem, for another year.

Visually, the capitol, and, personally, anything indoors seemed uncomfortably digital and obviously computerized. Although the control room of the games was an exception, the natural woods and landscape of Cornucopia was breathtaking and the true highlight of the settings. The costumes are also a feat, in its outlandish and dramatic form, they imagine a future of rich that have embraced colour and masks, while the poor remain traditional and have been forced to dress in dull palettes. The soundtrack is scarce, but when it’s heard to when it’s piercing silence, are equally significant. The music dramatizes the terror during gruesome battle sequences, while the overwhelming silence forces us to focus acutely on the characters in those pivotal instances. A tiny flaw in its technical execution would have to be the end credit and title credit font… just WHY? It’s horrendous, but obviously nothing critical.  

The Hunger Games may not have exceeded the vivid imaginations of the readers, but I can certainly say that it has satiated my anticipation. Thematically, it empowers young people to mobilize their voices and stay true to themselves, by modelling an intelligent young woman who is resilient and powerful in her stance. Gary Ross has produced a blockbuster film that expatiates the emotional narrative of its protagonist, while still achieving action that is tense and suspenseful every step of the way. It intensely tests the audience emotionally, mentally, and physically, demanding us to pay attention to a bleak future where kids, young children, are slaying each other to their imminent death for entertainment. Thought-provoking and tragic in every aspect, The Hunger Games is off to a promising start, with an ending that perfectly segues to a definite sequel.

March 22nd 2012 4:03 AM  |  4 notes

Weekend is a bold film that presents a transcendant, very human perspective on the dynamics of relationships, and the liberation of the stigmas of sexuality in society and within ourselves, particularly in homosexuality. Russel (Tom Cullen) is a reserved gay man who isn’t quite open with his sexuality and personal ventures, while Glen (Chris New) is much more audacious and self assured. Russell is much more of a romantic who believes in the intrinsic sentiments in love, while Glen seems to be strong and guarded in solitude but never actually being alone. Unlike most trite “opposites attract” narratives, writer and director, Andrew Haigh delves into the transformation that each one undergoes, and their oppositions are not simply plot points, but are rather central to the character study. It’s subtle and at moments still. The camera, whether distant or up close, remains intimate, much like observing reality. The ending is a perfect combination of vantage, speech, and moving, emotionally charged acting. Everything is quite unbelievably real. New and Cullen are phenomenal in their roles, so naturalistic in every nuance and tone, that it becomes daunting but riveting eavesdropping on the intensely personal dialogue between the two. What is so daring, although not prominent themes, is its depiction of drug abuse and sex. It almost attempts to desensitize the viewers to these acts; throughout the story it is a normal routine, neither sensational or necessarily important, but still shown as a fundamental part of their relationship. It’s quite a different kind of romance film, not only for its assured telling of a unique homosexual relationship, and the certain oppressions that that implies and is explored in the film, but also for Haigh’s blunt writing and his notion; which seems to be, that we should not be burdened or afraid of our sexuality, but rather embracing, and that true love, no matter how short or how long, builds us rather than changes us. It is not only about a romance, but about how we come to terms with our identities.

March 4th 2012 12:46 AM  |  2 notes

I also saw Good Will Hunting tonight, and it was transformative. I’m not going to review it, but it’s a film that really changes people. If there’s anything I feel I’ve learnt from watching movies these past few months, it’s that there are movies that tell a story, where its messages are subliminal and deep within context, whether it be through the narrative or its characters. Then there are films that blatantly try to tell you its message, and is empowering through blunt showmanship. And well, then there are films that are just made to entertain you. 

But the best film is the one that encompasses all three. And Good Will Hunting hits a home run. 

For me, films will always be about, not only the technicality and finesse of the aesthetic, but always, always about the message it conveys and how it resonates with me. Sometimes it’s truthful and can be significant, but whether it resonates is of a completely different power. ANYWAY, I’m sick and watched two great fucking films today. No amount of fucking homework can make me regretful of that. 

March 4th 2012 12:36 AM  |  2 notes

A Separation

Winner of Best Foreign Film at this year’s Academy Awards, it’s an understatement to say it was well deserved. In fact, now having seen it, it was an appalling absence from the Best Motion Picture nominees, as it would’ve undoubtedly been rightfully strongly considered against The Artist (ahem unlike War Horse). I might even boldly say it may have been the best film from last year. 

Simply put, A Separation is a gripping drama that moulds a family of characters, never either right or wrong in their decisions. We are given such a broad dilemma, but also an insightful understanding of each person’s perspective, that we are truly compelled until the end to watch their resolve. It’s impressively rooted in the culture and societal functions of the Middle East that it can only be duly noted as genuine, and a brutally realistic depiction of how divorce and separation truly affects a family. Religion, moral integrity, adolescence, and the powerful, intrinsic bond that upholds a family, are all prominent themes explored tremendously through the distress of not only the mother who leaves, but of the father who stays, and the daughter caught in between. 

Instead of summarizing the events of the movie, I think you’ll all have to take my word for how brilliant this film is. I honestly feel that the way the trailer (or at least this one in particular) conceals most of it’s central plot, is a service to viewers because it really allows us to be surprised by the progression of the characters and be wholeheartedly engrossed in the drama the ensues. It is unpredictable in the best humanly way. Through wonderfully drawn out actors and a skillfully critical screenplay, director and writer Asghar Farhadi, and all those involved in this film have created an unforgettable masterpiece that transcends nations and cultures, righteous of its Best Foreign Film Academy Award.

March 2nd 2012 10:19 PM  |  0 notes

The Tree of Life

Though it was inexplicably beautiful and visually delightful, maybe even incomparable, I can’t say I cared too much for the narrative by the end of it all. Sure, I was completely intrigued by the dynamics of the nuclear family (a loving, forgiving mother, a disciplinary father, and three playful, rowdy young boys), and the questions it presented about faith, religion, god, and death, but it’s chaotic nature often meant that moments interspersed between the story seemed illogical at times; his predominantly visual approach lacked interest and was distressingly slow. We watch this young boy age into defiance against a stern father, but also in harmony with his contrasting younger brother. However, it becomes the viewers’ sole responsibility to interpret much of the rest, through sparse dialogue that all tries to be significant. Truthfully, this relentless form of storytelling through imagery and shrouded metaphors was exhaustive and disengaging, for myself.

I can appreciate what Malick has done idiosyncratically as an incredible cinematographic director, but his screenwriting simply doesn’t translate very well as entertaining or insightful. The Tree of Life ends up seeming to be unintentionally, slightly pretentious, although not necessarily. I believe that for some, like myself, the movie is just simply misunderstood— but maybe it isn’t even meant to be understood. 

February 24th 2012 10:04 PM  |  0 notes

Snowtown

It’s very much an unapologetically bleak film, but it doesn’t sensationalize the graphic torture of the true Snowtown murders. Instead, its main focus is the psyche of John Bunting, his psychopathic nature, and his domineering presence that ultimately lures many of his allies into committing these multiple murders alongside him, including Jamie Vlassakis, whom was only 14 years old when first acquainted.

Their relationship forms over something that can seem almost justified—Jamie and his brothers are photographed semi-nude by her mother’s boyfriend, so Bunting retaliates by defacing his home with mutilated kangaroo bodies and fag written all over—and this cements his fatherly influence on the family. They have trust in him and this is what makes the ensuing murders all the more confusing and difficult to understand for Jamie. But as Jamie listens in on the men and women of his community, who speak only of resentment and cruel punishment for the neighbourhood criminals, and as his own mother begins to fall in love with Bunting, as does his youngest brother, Jamie and his entire family unknowingly embraces a man who will become one of the most terrifying serial killers in Australia’s history. 

It’s absolutely horrifying watching, or observing rather, how hopeless Jamie is. He sobs uncontrollably and yet there seems to be nothing he can do. He paces in and out of the rooms, but Bunting forcefully makes him watch. And soon, Jamie must put his own step brother out of the excruciating misery Bunting has caused. And as Bunting continues to murder self-righteously and sadistically, Jamie becomes an unwilling accomplice with no understanding of his psychological damage and the immorality that his life has become. 

As a debut film, Justin Kurzel directs keenly and disturbingly, dwelling deep into the motivations of these men and hauntingly capturing the cold, desolate past and instilling in our memories the emotionless expression on Jamie’s face in those final frames. It’s incredibly well acted, depicting stoic and unnervingly apathetic men, but also proving that Vlassakis was a vulnerable human before. Even though it may be slow at times, and its story becomes much too cynical and treacherous to truly sympathize with, it’s still an achievement and powerful effort. It’s memorable in some parts, but not overwhelmingly significant as a film.