Monday 26 May 2014

X-Men: Days of Future Past

You’d think that, seven movies in, the X-Men franchise would start to show signs of fatigue. And while there have been a few missteps over the past 14 years ranging from the awkward (X-Men: The Last Stand) to the outright embarrassing (X-Men Origins: Wolverine), the balance was recently readdressed with the appropriately titled First Class, a film that thrilled and entertained in a way that prequels usually don’t.

But reenergising a series is one thing. Bridging together two existing ones is a rather less enviable task. And before you point out that Joss Whedon managed to pull off the triumphant feat of tying in four separate titles with The Avengers, he did not have to contend with the time-travelling loop holes that Bryan Singer is burdened with in Days of Future Past, not to mention an ensemble of characters that spans across two separate timelines. As a result, this makes DOFP effectively an “inbetweenquel” and arguably the most ambitious comic book adaptation to date.

The set-up alone requires some serious mental gymnastics. In a post-apocalyptic future, mutantkind is being systematically decimated by a legion of unstoppable killer robots called the Sentinels. Realising that the introduction of these systems stems from the 1973 assassination of a public figure at the hands of shape-shifting mutant Mystique (Jennifer Lawrence), the X-Men decide to send Wolverine (Hugh Jackman) back in time in order to persuade the younger versions of Magneto (Michael Fassbender) and Professor X (James McAvoy) to team up and prevent the murder from happening.

As you can deduce from the above premise, this is one film where a toilet break could prove fatal to your grasp on what’s going on. If DOFP had an overarching flaw it’s that, with so much going on both in the past and future storylines, it demands a lot from viewers’ attention spans. Also, because it does its best to reference events from all of the X-Men movies to date (yes, ALL of them) and tie up loose ends left hanging throughout the franchise, the movie is virtually impenetrable to newcomers.

The fact that the quality of the film does not suffer from the convoluted narrative structure is a testament to Singer as a filmmaker. While he certainly possesses a keen visual sense – the filming of one scene through the lens of an 8mm camera manages to single-handedly nail the 70s aesthetic – he is more importantly a director with a natural talent for handling large ensembles, and one astute enough to understand that it’s not his mutants’ powers that make them colourful, but their personalities. Stick two characters with polar opposite moral/political views in a tentative game of chess and you know you’re going to get an electrifying scene without the need of a CGI-fuelled bust-up.

Adding more intrigue to the proceedings is witnessing just how different the younger incarnations of Magneto and Professor X are to their older, much wiser counterparts. Fassbender easily channels Ian McKellen’s gravitas and even manages to outdo him in the bastard stakes, making this Magneto’s most threatening on-screen portrayal to date, yet there is no arguing that this is James McAvoy’s show. Bitter, boozing and with the shaggy long hair to match the tortured soul, this is Charles Xavier like we’ve never seen him before – less Professor X, more Lieutenant Dan. It’s his emotional journey of redemption we’re invited on, and it is the stuff of compelling drama. Despite remaining cool and reliably charismatic, Hugh Jackman’s Wolverine definitely takes a backseat to these two characters, not to mention Jennifer Lawrence’s more fleshed-out Mystique.

The X-Men that don’t get as much screen time certainly make up for their lack of depth and lines in the action sequences. Nicholas Hoult’s Beast sadly does not get to do as much as he did in First Class, but enjoys a game of tag team (stop snickering) with Logan in the final showdown. Evan Peters’ Quicksilver is a hoot in the film’s most memorable set piece and makes a serious case for sonic speed as the coolest superpower ever. And the future mutants make sure the Sentinels realise they won’t be going down without a fight, in a series of visually inventive battles that are sure to have kids (and adults) re-enacting them in the playground for weeks to come.

Factor in a perfectly executed finale and a couple of surprising twists and what you have is the best X-Men movie to date. Plus, if the tantalising post-credits sequence is anything to go by, we’re possibly in for an even bigger movie in two years’ time. Who knows? In Bryan Singer’s hands, the Apocalypse might just be something worldwide audiences will want to eagerly sit through in 2016.


4/5  

Monday 19 May 2014

Godzilla

Back in 2010, a young British director by the unassuming name of Gareth Edwards made his debut with Monsters, a low-key sci-fi movie that chronicled a couple’s journey through a Central America infested by gargantuan extraterrestrial creatures. Shot on a shoestring budget and, more impressively, digitally rendered by said director’s visual effects software on his laptop, it played out like Them! meets Lost in Translation: a slow-burning romance that happened to have giant monsters in it. As unlikely a premise it may sound, it worked in its own, quietly affecting sort of way.

So when Edwards landed the gig of rebooting Godzilla, the mother of all monster movies, expectations were understandably high. Here was a filmmaker who clearly had a love for the genre, but also demonstrated he knew not to forget about the human element of the story by portraying characters the audience could truly identify with. Of course, there was always the risk that Edwards might sell out to the Hollywood corporate machine and end up churning out a soulless, pixelated mess for a fat paycheck…

… And yet, while it is safe to assume that what’s on screen reflects the indie director’s vision and not the studio’s, there is something undeniably underwhelming about Godzilla’s latest reboot. For starters, he’s hardly in it. His name is on the poster and at 350ft tall you’d think he’d be pretty difficult to miss but, as evidenced so clearly in the first two acts, the giant lizard’s more reclusive than Banksy.

One could argue that, despite the $150 million budget, the director is staying true to his indie roots and is more interested in telling a human tale about survival in the face of insurmountable odds or that, like Jaws and Jurassic Park, the choice to conceal his creature is a clever tactic designed to mount suspense until the big reveal. Both would be entirely valid arguments if it weren’t for the fact that, for some inexplicable reason, Edwards dedicates more screentime to the other multi-limbed, dragon-winged MUTOs (that’s “Massive Unidentified Terrestrial Organism” to you and me). It’s an odd, even frustrating narrative decision that leads you to question the rationale behind it and ultimately makes it seem like Godzilla is gate-crashing his own movie.

The human cast, made up of some of the most intriguing talents working in Hollywood at the moment, also feels a little wasted. Aaron Taylor-Johnson is on Orlando Bloom mode (i.e. bland leading man), David Strathairn barely registers as a US Admiral, Ken Watanabe is on obligatory exposition duties, and all the lovely Elizebeth Olsen has to do is show up in a pair of hospital scrubs. Bryan Cranston almost steals the show from everyone involved (and yes, that is including the monsters), all teary-eyed and snarling his dialogue like he is the danger, but he’s regrettably whisked off the screen all too soon.

The final brawl between Godzilla and the MUTOs is admittedly the stuff of monster mayhem dreams – colossal, thundering and gloriously chaotic – but by then the pay-off doesn’t make up for the lumbering build-up. Even more awkwardly, the plot holes are of the gaping kind, similar in size to the craters left behind by the film’s MUTOs. How can a team of soldiers tip toe their way around a monster grudge match without getting squished? Surely Elizabeth Olsen’s character was hiding in a building that got flattened just now? And isn’t it a little too convenient that Godzilla seems to be siding with mankind despite being repeatedly fired at?

Granted, most of these questions could be posed for countless summer blockbusters that make their way onto our screens every year, but considering the serious tone Edwards is going for, you can’t help but be less forgiving with the lapses in logic. Godzilla is certainly not the most disappointing blockbuster of the season (that dubious honour goes to The Amazing Spiderman 2), but given the pedigree involved, it could’ve been so, so much more. A monstrous success, even.


2/5