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Sunday, 17 June 2012

Lay the Favourite Review


As a big Bruce Willis fan, I’m interested to see that he’s picking some slightly offbeat roles recently. Firstly in Wes Anderson’sMoonrise Kingdom (surely the equivalent to Arnold Schwarzenegger starring in a Coen Brothers film or Sylvester Stallone leading an Alexander Payne flick) and now in Stephen Frears’ Lay the Favourite, which shares its theme of the trials and tribulations of young woman maturing into adulthood with his previous feature, Tamara Drewe.
The film is led by an irrepressibly bubbly Rebecca Hall, who plays Beth Raymer, a vaguely idiot-savant character and private dancer who moves to Las Vegas to seek her fortune. There she falls under the wing of Willis’s charismatic bookmaker, Dink, who employs her based on her skills with numbers. They embark on a pseudo-romance that properly irks Dink’s emotionally fragile wife Tulip, boldly played by Catherine Zeta-Jones. Despite Beth’s cool head and street smarts, things get out of hand for her when she becomes embroiled with Rosie (Vaughn), a slightly bananas fellow bookie operating illegally in New York.
The tale is based on the real Beth Raymer’s memoir. Given that the film seems to cram quite a lot into its relatively short runtime, I would guess that the book is probably quite an interesting read. I got the impression that quite a lot of stuff had happened to our hot panted-heroine prior to the beginning of the film and that more would follow after the credits rolled. It’s to Hall’s credit that her portrayal suggests this sense of history for her character. She gives a lovely, endearing performance; her Beth at first seems to be an adult that has never grown up past teen-hood. As the film progresses, her innate and shrewd intelligence reveals itself. I loved Hall in her supporting roles in the none-more-bleak Red Riding and in The Prestige, so it’s fantastic to see her given a leading role to show off her talents. Willis is also very good. On the strength of this performance, I’d hope he continues to plump for more dramatic roles, rather than phoning it in on the latest 50 Cent film or whatever.
For all its considerable charms though, Lay the Favourite is perhaps just that little bit too frothy and ultimately, somewhat forgettable. Though the world of gambling it portrays is ruthless, the film unfortunately lacks true grit. A more personal criticism would be that the film does little to explain the complex mechanics of professional gambling, which is one of the few arenas of life where my knowledge is considerably less than total (ahem). As such, I was often a bit lost as to what was actually happening; obviously I could tell when the stakes were high and when Good Things and Bad Things happened to the characters, but Frears could have done more to involve the audience in the mechanics of the action, that is if you can call lots of phone calls and digits changing on screens action. Though maybe I’m simply prejudiced against Frears, given how rude he was to me at the Tamara Drewe premiere.
Those criticisms aside though, Lay the Favourite is a wholly enjoyable film. Its main strength is its very decent cast. Even Vince Vaughn, who hasn’t been in a halfway decent film in at least five years, is pretty good. The characters are likable, the plot engaging enough and the script often impresses. Whilst it probably won’t set the multiplexes alight, Lay the Favourite is sure to find its audience on television or DVD in years to come. A light but likable film.

Tuesday, 21 February 2012

Setup Review

It is a fine and sunny day in Los Angeles, just like every day in Los Angeles, a sprawling metropolis testament to human ambition and resolute failure. Somewhere downtown, a broad-shouldered rapper-cum-actor emerges from an SUV and approaches a non-descript building. He nods at the receptionist then takes the lift to the fourth floor. Curtis ‘50 Cent’ Jackson strolls into his agent’s office, the world at his feet and creativity oozing from his every pore.

“Fiddy!” shrieks his agent, a small, balding and tanned white man. “How can I help my favourite client today?”

Curtis ‘50 Cent’ Jackson sits in a chair opposite his agent’s desk and eyeballs the man for a few seconds before speaking in articulate and measured tones. “Lenny. I need to do another movie.”

Lenny sighs and draws hard on his cigarette. “Fiddy, I have nothing but respect for your work, for your art, for your vision; but, and I say this with love: the world does not need, want or could possibly even tolerate you appearing in another feature film.”

The pair stare at each other across the desk. The silence is unbearable. In the distance, a police siren sounds. Eventually Curtis ‘50 Cent’ Jackson cocks his head to the side. Such is the understanding between these two long-time partners, Lenny understands this simple gesture to mean, ‘please Lenny, elaborate on that for me’.

Exhaling once again, Lenny continues. “Listen Fiddy, it’s not that the public didn’t like Get Rich or Die Tryin’, or Dead Man Running or, ahem, Gun, it’s just that they’re lousy movies and the longer you spend trying to convince people that you’re an actor, the more you look like a goddamn putz. Why don’tcha make a new album, or try something new like oil painting or something. Hell, make another videogame. Anything. You’re a lot of things Fiddy, but an actor you ain’t.”

Curtis ‘50 Cent’ Jackson ponders this. “Lenny, I respect you too, but this is just something I’ve got to do.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I do, I’ve already signed a contract. I’m producing too.”

“Ah jeez. What’s this one gonna be like then?”

“It’s called Setup. I play a violent criminal, whom the audience is expected to sympathise with. My gang steals some diamonds but we’re betrayed by a member of the gang with whom I’ve been friends since childhood, played by Ryan Phillippe. I spend the rest of the film trying to track him down. There’s gonna be a whole mess of misguided religious undertones, which will feel weird and unnecessary. It’s gonna be a pretty bog-standard gangster flick, you know? That’s what I’m aiming for: inoffensive, but painfully average. There’s gonna be some vaguely screwball elements like something out of a Tarantino or Coen Brothers film, but with none of the class or panache of either. Also, Bruce Willis will feature as another horrible gangster and even though it will be nice to see him looking like he’s having a little bit of fun, it won’t be anywhere near enough to make the film worth watching.”

“Is that it?”

“Yeah.”

Lenny sits back and lights another cigarette. “I’m sorry Fiddy. I’m sure it won’t be as bad as all that.”

“It already is. It’s going straight to DVD.”

“Ah jeez.”

“It gets worse. I got five more films in various stages of production.”

“Ah jeez!”

“How did it come to this Lenny?”

“I don’t know man. I just don’t know.”

The two men are silent once more. A cool breeze blows through the streets of LA. The earth turns on its axis. And life goes on.
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The above might be based on possible events that could have happened.