Here’s struggling Brit singer-songwriter Jack.
Momentary drama, and his head cops a crack.
He steals those songs that send shivers.
The film never really film delivers
On the clever premise. The execution’s out of whack.
Javed’s hating his life, and feels completely at a loss,
Then a revelation: he discovers The Boss.
Now: a teen born to run.
Some moments of musical fun,
And a journey, after barriers to cross.
Pioneering subway art photography in 70s New York City,
Martha’s insightful pics highlighted graffiti: gorgeously gritty.
Fifty skilled years at the lens
(A world originally only mens’).
A compelling subject, Martha’s wonderfully (dryly) witty.
Goodes: a hero deserving of respect, but copped racists queuing
Up to throw racial slurs and engage in vile booing.
Well beyond just the game,
This scourge is a national shame …
And this excellent film is absolutely compulsive viewing.
Ex-director Salvador has maladies by the score,
Visits Alberto, his lead from 32 years before.
Boyhood memories float by …
A cave with a gateway to the sky.
Stunning performance from Banderas: sensitive to the core.
Hutchence: the sexy, lanky frontman with charisma to burn.
So much new information here for us to learn
In this doco (with so much heart)
About the iconic man and his art …
And the tragedy that in this world he had a short turn.
Film student Julie: trying to prove her directorial vision will fit.
There’s insufferable Anthony: a wanker, user and ultimate git.
The pacing: perfection.
Impeccable direction.
Swinton Byrne shines. And every moment is exquisitely lit.
Joana: side divorce whisperer who wants couples’ love to re-grow.
To a cultish mega (& mini) church she and hubby Danilo go.
A devotion intense; grown from the molecular …
While wrestling bureaucracy (secular).
Visually stunning, some cheeky wit, but at times repetitive/slow.
A depressing, but necessary investigation
Into our earthly home’s desecration.
A call to arms: Act fast …
If you want it to last.
Majestic imagery of a desperate situation.
Fosse’s unique individual style: the slightest twist
Of a shoulder - or the delicate, sexy turn of a wrist.
Some great archival footage here.
He re-wrote the rules. A true pioneer.
Without him, so much modern dance wouldn’t exist.
A proposal. Then there’s a wedding to be arranged …
But Paolo and his mum are estranged.
Antonio’s not even out!
(His Mayor Papa has clout)
A wacky journey before rings can be exchanged.
Josephine’s near the top of the con artist list.
When Penny muzzles in, she’s pissed.
They have no chemistry. It feels a dud
When jokes fall flat with a thud.
Talent wasted and opportunities missed.
Skilled lawyer Lauren’s offered a career big spot.
Same day: boyfriend Ned proposes they tie the knot.
Oh no: Mum’s taken flight!
Tapsell's work: a delight
In this joyous film (with many a stunting nature shot).
Portman is mesmerising. All strutting swagger (encasing fragility)
In the face of: traumatic memories; personal demons; press hostility.
Glitter armour against the pernicious.
Corbet’s vision: audaciously ambitious.
(Double) star turn from Cassidy showcases impressive versatility.
Knockout central performance from Stenberg. Starr: a code-switcher,
Her compartmentalised life is a difficult-to-balance mixture
Of conflicting worlds. Navigating justified fury
(Police brutality, racism, an unfair jury …).
A gripping gut-punch. A timely, essential look at the ugly big picture.
Breathtaking visuals from Schnabel & Delhomme. And Dafoe has presented
Us with achingly brilliant work (as fragile Vincent, often dismissed as demented)
That brings home the heartbreaking shame
That posthumous was the acclaim
And universal love for this talented, beautiful soul who was so tormented.
The weakest elements here are via Hedges Snr (as director and scribe),
Roberts gives her all as a mother scared for the eldest of her offspring tribe.
The addiction situation is clearly fraught,
But the whole film’s too overwrought -
And has a general After School Special kind of vibe.
In McKay’s look at this VP who had powers unchecked,
It seems there’s no trust that the audience will connect
The dots themselves.
So it’s all over-spelled.
Trying hard to be clever. Comes out smug. No real attempt to reflect.
Magnificent film. Intriguing machinations of the palace.
Visually stunning, with wonderful characters (many callous).
Their plotting is viscous
And wickedly delicious.
An utterly mesmerising world of drama, scheming and malice.
So the young candidate’s supporters and volunteers follow
Along for the race. Then Hart’s sprung. Cue to: him wallow
In self-righteous indignation.
Any filmic drama? No, stagnation.
… In this pedestrian offering with no grunt (just feels hollow).
