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Witchdoctor waxed enthusiastic about the first season of this stunning series, and weโre here to tell you that Season 2 is only a teeny weeny bit less brilliant. Although itโs primarily about fucked up teens, this is no demographic marketing exercise, and in the opinion of this stale, pale old boomer Euphoria is a fine piece of drama that has the whiff of real life about it.
Yes, the tone and pacing is all over the show, but thatโs deliberate. The opening episode of the second season is incredibly fast-paced and trippy, while other episodes can range from full-on action to long, drawn-out conversation pieces. Actor/singer Zendaya is phenomenal as Rue, the junkie 17-year-old, but the characterisations and acting performances are nearly all stunning. And did I mention the music? Any contemporary drama that uses โ70s German band Can on its soundtrack is alright by me!
Thereโs a bit of a buzz around this four-part English series, and its premise is just different enough that itโs not hard to see why. We follow two timelines as two different women โ both already traumatised for different reasons โ apply to live in a unique, utterly minimalist, architecturally-designed house in London. In the present weโre following Jane (Gugu Mbatha-Raw) as she goes through the tough audition process and finally wins the tenancy. In flashback we see Emma (Jessica Plummer) go through the same process three years before. Although there are differences in their situations, the trajectories are the same: both women look similar, and both end up getting romantically entangled with the architect, Edward (David Oyelowo). But then, Jane starts researching his twisted background.
Although the series holds your attention it can be a claustrophobic watch, with so much of the screen time spent in the confines of the bizarre house. The conditions of living in this all-seeing, all-knowing smart house are that there is absolutely no clutter and few belongings, and when things appear to go wrong with the technology, itโs frightening. Itโs a classic murder mystery with a unique twist. Some will love it but I found the outcome just too unlikely for my personal credibility-odometer.
Director Ken Loach is a legend of film, having almost single-handedly created a type of cinema far removed from the fantasy of Hollywood. Instead, his socially and politically-charged films were stories about ordinary people facing ordinary hardships and they seemed so real that they almost came across as documentaries. I, Daniel Blake won the Palme dโOr at the Cannes Film Festival for its depiction of a 59-year-old tradesman whose doctorsโ instruction to rest and not to work after a heart attack are callously dismissed by the UK welfare system.
Loachโs style is unfailingly low-key and so is Dave Johnsโ performance as the humble victim whose plight is ignored by a system predicated to make it as hard as possible to get monetary assistance. Hayley Squires is great as a solo mum who is so financially stricken that she canโt afford to eat, and ultimately turns to prostitution. Much of the film is based around the odd and endearing friendship between the two characters. By no means Loachโs strongest work, its very plainness gives it a certain strength that canโt help but elicit rage and finally, tears. There are at least eight other Loach films on my favourite streaming service, Mubi, including the must-see 1969 film Kes.
Attracted by the shot of multiple female bottoms on the poster and the titillating prospect of seeing some 1970s art film nudity, I took my chances on Walerian Borowczykโs five-part French anthology, Immoral Tales (1973). It was a punt that didnโt quite pay off. While thereโs certainly a profusion of boobs, bums and bush on display, the stories โ while lushly filmed and nicely period-detailed โ are just silly. And sadly, those hoping for some transgressive cinema will be disappointed at the stories, one of which involves some kind of beast raping a young pianist in the woods โ a scene Borowczyk must have liked a lot, as he expanded it into his even sillier feature La Bรชte a few years later.
The other stories are similarly out of step with our 2022 ideas of sexuality: one is about a countess who enjoys bathing in the blood of slaughtered virgins, another about a chaste young woman who fantasizes about Jesus Christ. The first segment โ about a young man who coaxes his 16-year-old cousin to suck him off on a wild beach as the tide comes in โ is easily the most dramatic and visually appealing, though by its conclusion I wanted to gag. Thereโs one revelation, however, in the sight of so much pubic hair. Gosh, women were hairy back then.
Witchdoctor loves a good true-life crime story and this stylish 2012 feature-length documentary looked like a good bet. The Imposter tells the story of a teenage boy found three years after he went missing at the age of 13. All well and good, except that he went missing in Texas and turned up in Spain, claiming that heโd been abducted by a military paedophile ring and โ along with lots of other boys โ habitually tortured and raped. The boy is eventually flown back to the States and accepted back into the life of his family.
Except that it turns out that the whole thing was fraudulent: that the โboyโ was actually a 23-year-old French man with a long criminal history for deception. Unfortunately, The Imposter lays most of its cards on the table from the start. Itโs mostly the fraudster telling his story, along with the American boyโs sister and mother and a few others, and itโs told in a predictable, rather plodding fashion. Somehow, the rather troubled family accept the โboyโ back into their lives without questioning his French accent or dyed blonde hair or brown eyes (the real boy had blue eyes), and itโs this discrepancy thatโs never quite answered. Worthy without being riveting.
You donโt have to love the music to love the documentary, but it helps. I thought Iโd check out this 2014 film about Christchurch rock group Into The Void because โ despite the fact that theyโve been around since the 1980s โ I had no memory of them. Into The Void tells the story of possibly the most determinedly musically inept NZ band ever to release an album, but the largely fly-on-the-wall nature of the documentary makes it seem less interesting than it is. Theyโre certainly a conceptually fascinating group: a bunch of art school punks who adore the giant grinding riffs of Black Sabbath and fail to let their basic music skills get in the way of their willingness to get on a stage to make a nasty noise.
For me, any real dynamism is lost in the audible soup of their noise-making endeavours, but clearly, they have their admirers. Itโs true that there canโt be many rock groups featuring a turntablist that adds layers of guitar scree from old records (rather than hip-hop tics), and itโs poignant to learn that their band rehearsal room for a quarter of a century was destroyed by the 2010 Christchurch earthquake. We also get to see the visual arts day jobs of several of the members, including vocalist Ronnie van Hout, who is well-known in arts circles. For all that, the film is only mildly interesting and a lot of it feels quite flat.
Iโve never read the novel or seen the Tom Cruise film, and maybe that helps. Being a Jack Reacher virgin I was pleasantly surprised to find myself hooked by Reacher, the eight-part TV series starring Alan Ritchson (Smallville). The unique angle is that Reacher has both brawn and off-the-charts intelligence in one package. Consequently, we can rely on him to come up with smart ideas about whatโs going on but, when everything turns bad, heโll quite happily beat the shit out of the bad guys in quite inventive ways.
At first Reacherโs dialogue came across as a bit forced, just like those 1960s detective novels itโs obviously modelled on. But ultimately, that awkwardness is overcome by stories with surprising plot twists and dramatic turns, and his developing relationship with police officer Roscoe (Willa Fitzgerald) practically sizzles. Itโs her performance that completely lifts the show. An old-fashioned detective yarn wearing jazzed-up new clothes, Reacher always stays on its toes, keeps moving forward, and never gets boring.
Imagine if you could get a procedure to split the brain into two halvesโฆ that is, one that would be your working self, the other being your after-hours self, neither of which could remember the other. Thatโs the pretext of Severance, in which Adam Scott plays Mark, an employee of Lumon Industries who agreed to the procedure as a way to bury the pain he felt at the death of his wife. Other notable acting talents include John Turturro as Irving, a workmate, Christopher Walken as Burt, the chief of Optics and Design, and Patricia Arquette as both Markโs boss (Harmony) and his neighbour (Mrs Selvig).
Itโs an intensely odd show, mainly because the intentionally clinical design is exceptionally claustrophobic. Definitely not for action fans, this nine-part series is dialogue and character-driven and as it progresses we only learn incrementally about the big secrets at the heart of Lumon and the seemingly irreversible severance procedure. Itโs exceptionally well done but for all of its clever conception and realisation, itโs hard to stay completely engaged, largely because you feel lobotomised just watching.
The Sparks Brothers (PrimeVideo) 7/10
Edgar Wrightโs 2021 documentary about Ron and Russell Mael โ the brothers known as music duo Sparks โ is an energetic and engaging fan-driven romp through their long history. Sometimes the film lapses into โhire a talking headโ territory through its preponderance of interviews with other artists who have been influenced by the duo but the snazzy way itโs edited, and the personal involvement of the brothers make this a real joy to behold. I guess Wright felt that the likes of Flea (Red Hot Chili Peppers), Steve Jones (Sex Pistols), members of New Order and Erasure and even Bjork (sans visuals) would add legitimacy to the implied claim that Sparks are important and under-appreciated, but I wish heโd stuck to those (like Todd Rundgren and Giorgio Moroder) who had a shared history with the duo.
As one who has never quite bought into Sparks as a musical entity, The Sparks Brothers hasnโt changed my mind but Iโm keen to re-explore some of their early work. Certainly, its point that musical acts with humorous intent tend to be written off as gimmicks is well-aimed, and the brothersโ dedication to frivolity throughout their long career has to be admired. The implication that everything they touched โ and each of the styles they took on โ was imbued with musical brilliance seems a bit far-fetched, especially in the sequence in which they appear to be self-consciously aping the cod-operatic grandeur of Queen without actually satirising it. Still, The Sparks Brothers is a vivacious and admirable tribute to one of pop musicโs more interesting acts.
The Story Of Europe (PrimeVideo) 7/10
This six-episode documentary helmed by Cambridge University historian Chris Clark is a fascinating insight for those of us who scored poorly in both history and geography and want to brush up on our knowledge. The series takes us through the tumultuous and ever-evolving saga of Europe and itโs an ongoing revelation to discover just what a commingling of different cultures and races it is, and has been virtually since its inception. The themed episodes clearly take us through the different aspects of Europeโs development โ an incredible story in which religion and conflict loom large. And the section on the Ukraine is especially interesting in the light of current political shenanigans.
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Itโs a particularly bloody, war-ravaged story, especially during the Crusades and in the first half of the 20th Century, and then thereโs the bitter stain of colonisation and slavery, as well as Hitlerโs attempt during World War II to stamp out the Jewish people. The programme doesnโt pull its punches about any of this, but does explain the uncomfortable fact that colonisation and slavery directly led to sophisticated and technologically superior societies that were studded with art and culture โ the Renaissance, as it were. So then, Europe ends up being full of contradictions but also the one place on earth where many different nationalities have lived relatively peacefully together for much of its history. Unfortunately, presenter Chris Clark comes across as a bit of a dick, the dramatized re-enactments are badly dubbed, and the foreign-language interviews in the last episode are caption-free.
With all the acting talent on board, youโd think that Yellowjackets would be Emmy-winning material. Thereโs the phenomenal Juliette Lewis, who clearly trained for months to look the part of haggard, hard-living junkie Natalie. Thereโs expat Kiwi Melanie Lynskey as the somewhat drab, matronly Shauna. Thereโs Christina Ricci as clever nutcase Misty. I could go on, but you get the picture. And thatโs just the grown-up talent. You see, Yellowjackets is confusingly told partly in the present, and partly in flashback to when its core characters (an all-female team of high school soccer players) crash-landed in remote forest, where they had to survive for the six years before they were (presumably) rescued. It took me about half a series to positively match all the grownup characters with their teenage counterparts. The young version of Natalie, Sophie Thatcher, quickly etches her troubled soul in your psyche; the others less so.
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Yellowjackets has several issues that make it less compelling than its 100 percent audience rating on one aggregator site would suggest. The first is its wildly fluctuating performances, which probably stem from the sometimes less than scintillating dialogue. The second is the way the whole series is a kind of tease. Even at the end of the first series (yes, a second has been confirmed) nothing has really been revealed about the dirty secret surrounding the years in the wilderness that the grownups are hiding. In this respect, it reminds me too much of Lost. For all of that, Yellow Jackets does have its moments of shock, horror and intrigue, and thereโs no denying that thereโs some serious talent involved. But personally, I doubt that Iโll be on board for Season 2.
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