Dune Cert: 12A, 2 hours 35mins
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The French Dispatch Cert: 15, 1hr. 48mins
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The harder they fall, the more difficult they are Cert: 15, 2hrs 10mins
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Dear Evan Hansen Cert: 12A, 2hrs 17mins
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An hour into Denis Villeneuve’s long-awaited new version of DuneI was confidently dusting my fourth star and just starting to wonder about a fifth.
After all, it looks fantastic, Frank Herbert’s sprawling science-fiction novel makes reasonable sense and, best of all, the Harkonnens – one of the two families battling for control of the desert planet Arrakis – are no longer plump, red-haired figures of gravity-defying fun, as they were in David Lynch’s unhappy 1984 production.
This time they’re really quite scary.
Dune, starring Josh Brolin and Oscar Isaac (above), looks fantastic, Frank Herbert’s sprawling science-fiction novel makes reasonable sense
However, the fourth star faded slowly in the film’s final 90 minutes. This is at least for me who merely dips into the sci-fi genre and not as a committed devotee.
Would it be the House Atreides – represented by the young heir apparent Paul, played by Timothée Chalamet – or the predatory Harkonnens who end up controlling Arrakis’s reserves of ‘spice’, the hallucinogen that somehow also makes interstellar travel possible?
I found I didn’t care quite enough, despite the extravagantly made-up Stellan Skarsgård channelling a lot of Marlon Brando into his performance as Baron Harkonnen. Oh, the horror, my God!
Would it be the House Atreides or the predatory Harkonnens who end up controlling Arrakis’s reserves of ‘spice’? Zendaya (above) stars
What’s the problem? With Herbert’s influential novel predating the first Star Wars film by a dozen years, Villeneuve plays up the comparisons, clearly out to establish that Dune got there first.
Nevertheless, as Rebecca Ferguson and Chalamet, playing mother and son despite being only 12 years apart in real life, rush around Arrakis dodging dreaded sandworms and searching for the indigenous Fremen people, there’s a sense of having seen too much of this sort of thing before.
And with Dune 2 probably still to come (depending how this one goes down), a lack of resolution doesn’t exactly send you out into the street with a spring in your step either.
Some of my closest friends love Wes Anderson films, but hard as I’ve tried, and The Grand Budapest Hotel apart, I’ve never quite seen the appeal. They’re too arch and mannered, over-reliant on that strange deadpan acting that Anderson loves so much and that Bill Murray – an Anderson regular – has down to an underplayed T.
He’s here again in The French DispatchPlaying the soon to be-dead editor at a Kansas newspaper that has, for many decades, celebrated all things French, is Jeremy. It’s episodic in structure, with a cast fairly dripping with stars, and each heavily narrated segment plays out as a series of beautifully composed tableaux.
They sadly just don’t add up to very much.
Bill Murray is back in The French Dispatch (above), as Frances McDormand, the soon-to be-dead editor for a Kansas newspaper supplement.
The great American western is, historically speaking, a predominantly white affair in terms of its main characters. You are right. The harder they fall, the more difficult they are (also on Netflix from November 3) is the western that starts putting that right with a black ensemble cast, led by Jonathan Majors and Idris Elba, playing the goodies, the baddies and everything in between.
With a pumping reggae soundtrack it’s a bit mannered too… but in a good way.
Dear Evan Hansen is one of those films where you go in aware that it’s the movie of a Broadway musical, yet it still comes as a surprise when Ben Platt starts to sing. With a contrived-feeling plot involving a US high school, mental fragility and one very big lie, it certainly won’t be for everyone but does just about get there in the end.