Film Reviews by Steve

Lightly fictionalised account of the 1968 strike for equal pay by female machinists at the Ford factory in Dagenham, who were driven into activism by gross injustice. This isn't social realism but more of a mainstream entertainment which also inspires and informs. And takes care to demonstrate the value of a Union.

The ensemble of British actors operates on the level of an Ealing comedy. It may provoke sadness for the decline of UK cinema that all these class acts will never become big screen stars. Sally Hawkins leads as an uneducated but resilient wife/mother raised up by circumstance to become the voice of the strikers.

Miranda Richardson as Barbara Castle is another standout... but the whole cast is fun! William Ivory's script mostly hits feel-good Hollywood beats and there is some sentimentality but he widens and deepens the scenario to give an impression of the legal and cultural discrimination women were forced to endure.

There's some surface gloss with the jukebox hits and period fashions, but also serious ideas about class, as well as gender. Labour introduced the Equal Pay Act (1970) against hostile opposition, though there isn't much party politics and Ford don't come out too badly. But really, did it have to be this bloody difficult?

Intelligent- but provocative- reflection on the disintegration of a relationship, which is elevated by a pair of award level performances from Daniel Auteuil and Isabelle Huppert. They play a middle aged bourgeois couple, with an 18 month old boy, whose romance is winding down. Then they are torn apart by her affair.

It's an intensely serious drama which looks at the separation from every perspective, including the philosophical... but mainly the psychological. Huppert plays the protagonist whose disenchantment prompts the split, but Auteuil gets more screen time as the left behind. Dan Franck scripts from his own bestseller...

And the audience filters this through their own experiences... Which may be why some feel the woman invents her lover to manipulate her partner! Certainly it's a lucky viewer who doesn't have any memories reawakened. It's shot in a documentary style for maximum realism with subdued interpretations from the stars

It's a pretty raw encounter. There isn't much plot; this is sustained by the actors and our empathy for the pain of their emotional trauma. There is some consideration of how we may change with age, and their generation in particular. It's a classic breakup film which gives us recognition rather than escapism, or hope.

This is the beginning of Takeshi Kitano's weird '90s cult of Japanese gangster-noirs. His debut as writer/director/star is a fusion of extreme brutality and whimsical comedy. When the violent cop (Kitano) is slapping the idiot Yakuza heavies at length, it's more like the Three Stooges than Reservoir Dogs (1992).

This is as derivative as Quentin Tarantino. It borrows most from the high style of Sergio Leone's westerns. Kitano's performance draws on Clint Eastwood's impassive, laconic tough guy persona, but to such an extreme he's barely acting at all. Especially in the long closeups of his lugubrious thousand-yard stare...

There are also echoes of Dirty Harry (1971) as the blunt maverick is impeded by a procedural, liberal boss while he strives to take down a ruthless killer by unorthodox means, and damn the paperwork. Kitano doesn't tell the story with much coherence but the events are held together by his mute charisma.

Which leads to a climactic showdown as the cop goes vigilante in a shootout with Shirô Sano, who is effectively repellant as a sociopathic hitman. Kitano's eccentric approach appeals to both the arthouse and the multiplex. Despite its many influences, this is a truly unorthodox action picture.

*includes an extended sexual assault.

The big screen adaptation of US Marine Anthony Swofford's controversial Gulf War memoir includes story elements commonplace in combat films, but it's more of a complex study of military psychology written as a grim black comedy. Consequently there is little plot but long paragraphs of narration taken from the book.

This is mostly about the preparation for battle, from basic training to the warzone; and what the Marines do while they wait. And how destructive this is. It's the classic platoon story seen entirely from the point of view of the foot soldier. There is no impression of the big picture, just the loneliness, the bullying, the filth and the fear.

Jake Gyllenhaal stars as the sort of educated grunt who begins (irony alert) reading L'Étranger by Albert Camus on the latrine but soon gets absorbed into the ambient futility and misery, like camouflage. There's a fine ensemble support cast with Peter Sarsgaard a standout as the only Marine who retains much humanity.

What this does most impressively is explain why mental health issues are so widespread among veterans; it feels like their ordeal might have been intended to make them crazy... Ultimately, Swofforth doesn't even fire his rifle and combat passes him by. Yes he survives, but he is unforgettably marked by the experience.

Quintessential post-Watergate conspiracy thriller with that 70s mood of paranoia, which still holds up. It suffers for a few clumsy plot twists which may be due to liberties taken with James Grady's bestseller Six Days of the Condor! The main problem is the improbable romance between Robert Redford and Faye Dunaway.

There's a classic Hitchcock-style scenario: a backroom drudge at the CIA is forced into the wrong man role when everyone connected to him is killed; so he hides out with a blonde photographer who assumes the dupe is a mass murderer while he tries to stay alive long enough to uncover the truth. The bondage is pure Hitch...

The conspiracy is hardly a stretch; that government offices intended to protect the public are actually answerable only to themselves, and destroy those who threaten its impunity. Redford and director Sydney Pollack are Hollywood liberals but they don't editorialise, at least until the last scene, which is the best part of the film...

A shady CIA fixer (Cliff Robertson) describes a country where the media is compromised by political authority and the voters unable to see beyond idiotic short term solutions. When Redford asks if the US plans to invade the Middle East for oil and his boss replies 'are you crazy?', it's tempting to shout bingo! at the screen!

This is the masterpiece which poses the enigma of why Steven Spielberg never made other films on a similar level. It's an almost flawless account of the evolution of Nazi capitalist Oskar Schindler into a humanitarian who kept Jews out of the gas chambers of Auschwitz. This is emotive but there is little of the director's usual sentimentality.

Only in the misjudged coda does he lose control of the emotional throttle... There are a few welcome artistic flourishes, including the girl in the red dress, and the stunning b&w photography, but until nearly the very end this is also scrupulously austere, including the set design, and the script which mostly keeps the drama on mute.

While the detail of the economic and logistical administration of slave labour and mass murder is terrifying, the understated performances render these extreme situations plausible. Liam Neeson plays Schindler as an ambiguous, wily operator, who is hardly a hero at all until the third hour. The support cast is excellent down to the smallest role.

Given all the onscreen text, Spielberg surely intended this as an education, as well as a memorial. Of course, it's hard to watch, and not only because of the horror; sitting at home observing actors present as the skeletal victims of death camps diminishes the gravitas. But when holocaust films are made, they should at least be as great as this one.

This is a milestone in Clint Eastwood's emerging stardom as he takes a break from his Italian/US westerns and refines the blueprint for the post-noir crime film. The premise is quite apt- he plays a Deputy from Arizona who turns up as a fish-out-of-water in New York City, which is a freak-zone of liberal permissiveness.

The kids are turning on and dropping out while the insubordinate, alpha-male lawman gets it on with a couple of free-loving metropolitan chicks and chases down an outlaw junkie. You can't miss Coogan as he's tall, carries a gun and wears a cowboy hat. This is a hippie era period piece and now seems comically dated.

But it's still entertaining and besides, it was always a spoof. And it's interesting to see how much will be channelled into Dirty Harry (1971): it's the first collaboration between Eastwood and director Don Siegel and there's a score by Lalo Schifrin; the visual style is similar and there is the same dystopia of urban and moral decay.

Plus the detective gets his man despite the interference of the liberal establishment... so the politics is already established. The attitudes are lost in time, including Eastwood's star persona and particularly the ultra-compliant females, but it's still possible to detect that this is a sendup, even if fans of the star wanted to believe!

Maybe it's absurd to reflect on the cinéma du look in terms of its masterpiece; but this is at least quintessential. Many films conceived as an exercise in style now look/sound dated, especially those released in the 1980s. Yet this avoids that fate; its combination of modern, classical and distressed-industrial is fabulous.

And the aural mix of opera, rock atmosphere and ersatz Erik Satie is still chic. In his feature debut, Jean-Jacques Beineix isn't reluctant to show us around the set design, which makes the thriller plot (adapted from a novel) overextended. But the narrative isn't the main reason to watch, and the suspense just about holds.

The McGuffin is the mixup of two audio cassettes in the possession of a cool/cute postal worker (Frédéric Andréi) who zips around Paris on his moped- including in the Metro- while he's pursued by the mob and a pair of music moguls who want to release his hi-tec bootleg recording of a black-American opera singer...

The cast is chosen on appearances and no one gives much of a performance; Wilhelmenia Fernandez as the diva makes the film possible, but isn't an actor. Though Dominique Pinon grew a career from his role as an impassive psycho-baddie. This is arthouse-Hitchcock wrapped in the dream of a loft living lifestyle.

More grim social realism from Ken Loach which is a rare case of him making serious crime the heart of his dissection of working class life; in this case the normalisation of drug use and the absence of law on a council estate in a town close to Glasgow. And be prepared... most viewers who are not from Scotland will need subtitles.

This is about 'chavs' who steal cars for fun and trade smack as the only possible way out of poverty. The title couldn't be more ironic. But of course the director and screenwriter Paul Laverty look beyond the stereotypes. Loach was already a pensioner but despite some occasionally clunky dialogue this feels very switched on.

As usual they extract a story from the experiences of those living in the community, and use local non-professional actors. Martin Compston (then 17) plays a 15 year old kid with a father rarely mentioned and mother in prison, who gets inexorably drawn into criminality. His 4-real performance is the emotional core of the picture.

Loach creates a detailed, nuanced impression of the cost of growing up without support, where the men are mostly absent, if you're lucky. Where drug addiction has augmented alcoholism as a means of carrying on. Any irritation this initially provokes eventually gives way to profound horror, which leaves us with little hope.

*the extreme swearing is constant.

High concept arthouse thriller, where the concept is Anne Parillaud in a Little Black Dress holding a huge automatic pistol. Which- of course- she immediately puts in her mouth... It begins as a Pygmalion story with the junkie cop killer made-over into a sexy gamine assassin... who falls in love with her instructor (Tchéky Karyo).

She makes a normal home life with a cute shop assistant (Jean-Hugues Anglade) while carrying out hits for the deep state. The initial premise is infallible and led to many remakes and spinoffs. It has also been unofficially ripped off, not least by writer-director Luc Besson who made a career from this setup. This is the superior version.

Still, it loses its way in the second act. The spy games are pure McGuffin and eventually the story arc reroutes into black comedy when Jean Reno appears in a cameo as a government 'cleaner' who tidies away the mess left behind by the spooks. There's an odd score which rotates supper club muzak, Mozart and industrial techno!

Parillaud and Besson generate some neo-noir sadness to obscure the issue of Nikita having shot a gendarme in the head... The visuals are cool and whenever the plot falters, it's rescued by the star's photogenic charisma. Okay, she's a babe with a gun but Parillaud gives a performance; and she's still the best killer-femme out there.

This is the last of four collaborations between director Susanne Bier and screenwriter Anders Thomas Jensen in the decade after the millennium. This may be the least of these, though the standard is high and this won the Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film. They all trace a connection between the personal and global politics.

This one features a pair of decent child performances with Markus Rygaard and William Jøhnk Nielsen as middle class 12 year olds who escalate some bullying into an act of domestic terrorism, while one of their fathers (Mikael Persbrandt) is absent working as a doctor in a field hospital within a war-zone somewhere in Africa.

The link between the resentful kids in Denmark and tribal hostility is tenuous, but both scenarios are interesting. Persbrandt is a charismatic lead as the medic divided between two worlds; this is what a real flawed superhero looks like! There are ethical dilemmas drawn from conflict within group dynamics and the abuse of power.

The extreme situations are explored with sensitivity, wisdom and realism. Sometimes it's hard to watch the helplessness of the victims; there may be tears. Bier performs a small miracle in making this all seem plausible over a lengthy running time. It's a shame her later Hollywood career has been relatively disappointing.

More esoteric gloom from Béla Tarr and co-director Ágnes Hranitzky, which extended their unique visions across arthouses beyond Hungary. It's a bleak, bizarre tale sparked by the arrival in an austere town of a dismal circus whose sole attraction is a dead whale.

Tarr said this is not an allegory, though maybe he did not speak for Nobel laureate László Krasznahorkai who adapted his own novel. It's inconceivable that the rotting carcass which is starting to stink doesn't represent the manifest end-stage of the Soviet occupation.

Especially as the book was published in 1989! Critics claim the anarchy that follows is under the malign influence of the exhibit, but surely it is a prediction of what its decay allows... Still, this is a Béla Tarr film so we get the long tracking shots in b&w, the non-performances...

Plus the black comedy. Tarr said he merely reveals what he saw in his home country, which was surely bad news for Hungarian tourism; he always seems to be balancing the weight of misery! This is a dream of life which takes us to places only Béla knows.

Rollocking stop motion pirate adventure from Aardman, which is my pick as easily their best picture... that doesn't feature Wallace and Gromit. It's really very funny with a fast moving, whimsical plot and all the imaginative spoofy detail we have come to expect. Plus, of course, the extraordinary animation.

This includes more CGI than usual to fill in the backgrounds, but it isn't obvious and the real sets and models are exceptional. It's based on one in a series of books by Gideon Defoe with recurring characters. In 1837, the (relatively) likeable crew of a pirate ship gets tangled up with Charles Darwin and Queen Victoria.

The historical characters both have their eyes on the dodo the Captain has perched on his shoulder, while he attempts to win the prestigious (among buccaneers) Pirate of the Year award. The anachronisms are all cheerfully intentional and it's an unexpected twist to make the Queen the psycho-bad guy.

The voice talent is appropriately pantomimic. Hugh Grant is the standout as the underdog skipper, and I enjoyed Jeremy Piven as an insidious rival. Maybe this doesn't play well to kids as there is no child identification character... but it's another Aardman that certainly crosses over to grownups. Now, make that sequel!

Passionate Hollywood left polemic based on the real life experiences of a reformist prison warden in Arkansas, US and the astonishing crimes he uncovered, including rows of unmarked graves. These farm penitentiaries were intended to make money and were mostly run for the benefit of the board and parasitic suppliers.

The administration of the prison was mainly left to armed trusties who were themselves serving sentences. The level of corruption is scarcely credible and this institution was eventually closed after some jailbirds sued the state! Anyone committed to the idea of making public institutions self funding should refer to this case.

The strap and worse tortures were still in use. Robert Redford is probably no one's idea of a prison warden, but at least his star power brought attention to such obscenities. The Oscar nominated original screenplay is outstanding and there are convincing support performances, including an early role for Morgan Freeman.

The new boss sets about cleaning the place up, which is gratifying to watch; if only life was really like this! The system is run for the benefit those who enforce it, rather than the stated intention... This is an incredibly powerful, righteous denunciation which might usefully serve as an allegory for any public institution run for profit.

Claiming this is the best of the short-lived Mumblecore wave isn't setting a high bar. And admittedly, that's a terrible title. But actually, this is a pretty decent indie romance. It gets called a comedy, and that may be a stretch, but there is wit, plus a quartet of authentically flawed individuals in messy, real-life situations.

And while there is nothing much new on offer, the actors make it genuinely involving. Director Joe Swanberg devised the plot and the cast improvised the dialogue and created the characterisations. Which makes this close to a miracle. Normally improv is excruciating, but this is just a very relatable lifestyle entertainment.

There are ensemble roles, though Olivia Wilde brings the star quality and carries the film as the girl-Friday at a Chicago brewery who dates a self absorbed hipster (Ron Livingston) but gets into a will they/won't they scenario with a colleague (Jake Johnson)... who lives with his steadfast, long term fiancée (Anna Kendrick).

Okay, Kendrick's schoolteacher may be an ideal, but these are otherwise interestingly imperfect characters who eventually reveal unexpected depths. There's a cool soundtrack of offbeat stoner rock and for the Mumblecore genre, it's well made, even if still lo-fi. And it feels as close to dating again as I'm now ever likely to get...