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A battle of wits ensues between a beligerent Ice Cream vendor and self-centred meat head on the beaches of Clifton.
Directed by: Laylaa Adam
Written by: Laylaa Adam
Cinematography by: Laylaa Adam, Lola Mashabane, Lwando Nteya and Nikola Milosavljevic
Edited by: Nikola Milosavljevic, Laylaa Adam and Lola Mashabane
Starring: Dylan Rademayer and Andrew Badhah, Ashleigh von der Hoven and Abigail De Waal
Brad Pitt and Sean Penn star in Terrence Malick's latest offering the "Tree of life". A coming of age tale set against two different generations and how both struggle through a battle of strengths between a father and son.
It looks breath taking and Malick is easily one of the most eloquent directors alive, so i'm shivering in by UGG boots in anticipation.
Starring: Emma Stone, Steve Carrell, Julianne Moore, Marisa Tomei and Ryan Gosling
The story opens with Ron (Carell) and Emily (Moore) a stagnating married couple who are in the midst of getting divorced, Emily’s cheated and broken Ron’s heart and left him with nothing but a size 44 suit when he’s actually a size 42. In walks mercurial lady’s man and tall glass of water Jacob (Gosling) who takes Ron under his wing and promises to make him better, faster, stronger and make his wife rue the day she ever cheated on him. Ron’s metamorphosis begins and in the process a number of new love interests develop including the baby sitter his son secretly has a crush on, a teacher (Tomei) and Hanna (Stone). Ron embarks on his journey of self-improvement which barricaded with comedic instances and a deep seated determination to get his wife back and prove that love really does exist.
Ficarra and Requa give a master class in directing Romantic Comedy and unpack an incredibly complicated love story in a matter of seconds, they don’t butcher Fogelman’s script either, but just let it be. Framing the most delicate moments intricately and allowing the mania of comedy and zest to explode in the same frame.
It’s filled with one million and one “aaah” moments and that tenderness and honesty you need in romantic films which make them believable yet at the same time enviable.
Grootboom's in Cape Town and he's raising hell and "sneaking some action".
I like it, it's Capetonian, it's 2011, it's funny and it doesn't exhaust my cap.
It's also got people i know or have seen in it.
Watch out for the dance section, classic!
Starring: Hugo Weaving, Chris Evans, Stanley Tucci and Hayley Atweel
Steve Rogers (Chris Evans) is a skinny guy with a big heart and an incredibly resilient jaw. In the dark boroughs of World War two he fights against the odds to get enlisted into the US army so he can do his part in defeating the Nazi scum. Armed with Jehovah’s Witness persistence and an undying spirit, chance pairs him up with a drafting and the mysterious somewhat paedophilic Dr. Abrahams Erskine (Stanley Tucci). Erskine and his bad German accent are out to create the ultimate soldier not only physically, but psychologically and mentally and with ass-kicking motor mouth general Colonel Chester Phillips (Tommy Lee Jones) they set out to find the perfect soldier for their pseudo-science experiment which will result in something comically predictable.
Steve Rogers the perfect candidate fills the role and in a matter of seconds goes from skinny wimp to Joburg Ghei Roid bunny and Captain America. But in the celebrations Erskine is shot and the mysterious formula for Captain America’s creation is lost with him. Setting Captain America on a journey to avenge his friend and doctor, but not before he prances around the USA trying to sell government bonds. But fate and a limited running time sees him travel to Europe in tandem with a bunch of other good hearted men to defeat the imminent HYDRA threat, which is headed by Red Skull the only notable performancve in this shit storm of crappiness by Hugo Weaving.
It’s crap, there’s no two ways about it, from the horrible over stated CGI, to the paper thin narrative, to the 1940’s optimism to the fact that the entire thing is void of any ambiguity to the fact that Chris Evans couldn’t play a convincing douchebage and he is one! Like the horribly average ugly girl with no personality in Biology class, this film’s got noting going for it.
Manic mondays mean we're all dragging ass and moaning at the prospect of having to do it all again, in times like these it's good to look to the biggest society at UCT for advice and this what they had to say.
Professor Grootboom has been terrorizing the streets of Cape Town with his infectious charm and beautiful brown locks!
And you may have been one of his victims, check out if you made the cut
Starring: Frieda Pinto, James Franco, John Lithgow, Andy Serkis
Monkey’s are terrifying, I don’t care what anyone says and Rise of the Planet of the Apes, proves this more than anything else. It’s the year 2011 and Will Rodman –James Franco- a scientist at Genesys is working on a cure for Alzheimer’s disease, with Apes as his subjects he makes an unbelievable breakthrough and goes to the board of telling them that he’s done it, “Eureka”. Rodman’s palpitations are only increased by the illogical escape of rogue chimpanzee “Blue Eyes” who loses her shit and tries to kill everyone in sight. Rodman is shut down, his cure is shelved and hopes shattered, but there is Hope and it’s name is Caesar –Andy Serkis- , Bright Eye’s son, who has inherited the gene therapy given to her mother and is a super smart chimp, who knows sign, wears clothes and is a badass chess master. All is well in Rodman’s life he meets super hot vet Caroline Arahana – played by Frieda Pinto – and the three of them live a peaceful life in sunny San Francisco. That is until Rodman decides to prematurely administer the experimental drug he was developing on his father and Caesar’s self awareness gets out of control and he starts asking some Mario Balotelliesque questions leading to him swallowing a human finger and being incarcerated. Like Malcolm X, Ruben “The hurricane” Carter and Jacob Zuma, prison only focuses Caesar more and leads him into the beginning of the path to his Ape revolution in his banana republic Slacks.
The CGI in this film is sublime and the motion sequence animation unparalleled, and Frieda Pinto, wow! I mean WOW! Is she hot! James Franco “nyah” and Caesar’s quite a bad mother, but far too many of the primate enclosure scenes read like “Oz” minus the gang-rape.
Wyatt really knocks it out of the park with his ape-to-ape interactions and the show is stolen by the most hideously ugly cute Orangutan! But the Humans are flat, like Amanda Peet Flat.
It’s not gonna change your life, but it will definitely elicit a “Yoh!” from you.
Starring: Joel Courtney; Kyle Chandler; Elle Fanning; Riley Griffiths
“Super 8” open in the seething lonely cold town of Lillian, Ohio to a broken home, saturated with braces and home video cameras, it’s 1970 something and Joe Lamb [Joel Courtney] has just lost his mother, the caked snow and Nordic blues of Lillian frame Joe’s despair and what will be the film of 2011.
It starts off slow, a band of foul-mouthed misfit filmmakers headed by Charles Kaznyk, a portly tyrant hellbent on winning the local film festival. Summer’s here and Charles with Martin, Cary, Joe and Alice by his side plan on making the film of the decade, and Abrams begins his relentless meta-referencing in this beautiful, nostalgic, perfect film about the pangs of being in 3D and coming of age. A mysterious typically J.J. Abramsesque violent explosive event occurs and starts Joe on a journey of discovery and unbridled courage and bravery all inspired by a beautiful young girl, whose father happens to be his father’s mortal enemy. The gang geared with their Super 8 camera and teenage libido’s embark on the town now in the wake of a cataclysmic train wreck to make their film and do all in their power to get their dicks wet.
It’s spectacular and I’m not referring to the CGI or the flawless Michael Giachinno soundtrack or Larry Fong’s painstaking attention to detail cinematography or the out of this world art direction, I’m talking about everything! The performances are out of this world, the script is perfectly balanced and the big mystery – which Abrams is synonymous for – is so superfluous in comparison to the magnificence of this film that you completely forget about it and get lost in the magic of Joe’s courage and desire for gash.
Like Les Quatre Cents Coups and “Le souffle au cœur” after it “Super 8” is teenage angst and fury wrapped in the most delicate of handkerchiefs growing legs in every direction to touch and mesmerize.
There’s something literary about Super 8, which makes it an immediate comparison to Jean-Paul Sartre’s “words” or Albert Camus “First Man”
Local based production house ODC is putting together a one of kind off the wall show which has the industry a buzz.... HAhaha the industry. I've got no clue what it's about, but let's just say it's worth watching just for the protagonists rowing technique ;-)
Their very few things I’ve been looking forward to quite like “How To steal two million”.
Freshman Transatlantic South African Director Charlie Vundla, makes his screen debut with this action charged, crime drama about an ex-con looking to have one more hit to sort out his life and double cross his double crossing former partner. With local super producer Mfundi Vundla behind the project and Michelle Wheatley. This promises to be one of the true cinematic gems of the year and the film we’ve all been waiting for.
Starring: Cate Blanchet, Eric Bana, Saoirse Ronan and Tom Hollander
Hanna in white writing on a red canvas, sums up this film. Frenetic, action packed, sexually charged, and jam-packed with historically out of place references. Hanna a very special young girl living in the Russian Tundra with her father has been reared from day one to destroy and kill Marissa (CIA Boss). Armed with a former CIA operative as a father and a suspiciously large Adam’s apple, she exhausts her day’s hunting, speaking 6 languages, and learning to kill the average adult male in a matter of seconds.
Her life is thrown into a complete meat spin, when her father informs her that she is ready to kill the infamous and evil Marissa sounding as suspiciously Mission Impossible – and I mean the 80’s one – looking alarm, the CIA learn of her and her father’s whereabouts. From here a projectile of action, repressed sexuality and all out ass-kicking scream across the screen framed by laughably stereotypical German hitmen, clad in knee high boots and armpit hugging acid blue jeans. And Cate Blanchett as the smoky red-headed femme fatale who can kill you with her pencil sharpener, but can’t wear any shoes except heels!
It’s action like it should be, without the unnecessary love bullshit and generally nonsensical plotlines which explain themes and ideas which really make no sense whatsoever.
Starring: Kirsten Wiig, Rose Byrne, Maya Rudolph and Melissa McCarthyy
Comedy is unforgiving, unrelenting, ruthless and at times painful, but it’ll do it’s job, make you laugh. And that’s Bridesmaids in a nutshell, a ferociously funny film filled with unbelievably nauseating moments. The text follows Annie (Kirsten Wiig) a failed bakery owner down and out on her luck who makes worse decisions than the South African Wildlife protectorate – really tighten up those damn Hooker hunting laws. Her best friend Lillian is soon to get married and asks Annie to be her maid of honour, reluctantly she agrees and a comedy of errors in the crudest and most intelligent ways unveils itself. Producing one of the funniest films of the year with a knockout all-female cast who deliver the goods repeatedly in this hilarious yet at times suicidal comedy. Wiig and McCarthy are a tour de force delivering the comedic performances of a year in a solid script which isn’t over basterdized by vulgarity or sensitivity. But rather strikes a feminine balance to make wholly believable and at times endearing.
Title: Win Win Director: Tom McCarthy Writer: Tom McCarthy Starring: Paul Giamatti, Bobby Carnavale, Amy Ryan and Jeffery Tambor
It’s difficult to say much about this film, because nothing actually happens in it. Not in an Existential or Jarmuschesque manner but rather in a hopelessly indie middle class way. Now films of a similar dispensation have succeeded with this formula, however their character were at least partly memorable. Nothing about this film is memorable, its horridly average and indie, from the nauseating colour schemes of the New Jersey winter to the Flat coke performances by Alex Shaffer . The films saving grace is the credits, okay I lie, Bobby Carnavale and Amy Ryan put in solid work as Giamatti’s supporting cast but outside of that it’s just really just one elevator music cong after the other. The film faired well at the 2011 Sundance Festival and there’s no surprise there as it comprised all the elements of the criteria that the folks at Sundance look for, but that being said their taste like Burt Young’s erections are highly unreliable and very rarely delivers what they promise.
All i can say about Marcel Woods at 91 was that it was the only time i lost my underwear but not my pants, sweat more, party harder. OH snap it's April! and that means the next film soc event is on the horizon..... Can't wait Check it out to see what's in store
A place where stupidity and fierce intelligence battle it out against each other in some of the most respected halls in this county. A place where the mind and the liver is allowed to run free and consume and exhume whatever it's eye fancies. Oh UCT How good you are to me. For proof see the above! Second favorite day of the year.
OMG! Sofia Coppola's coming to South Afica. Okay she's not. Bit she has released quite an exciting little number after the abortion that was "Marie Antoinette". It's supposed to debut at the Cape Winelands even though it's a 2010 release (Ja thanks Ster Kinekor). It's your typical run of the mill indie far. Actor makes it in Hollywood then gets injured and goes to Spa (Really expensive Hollywood Spa) and in the process has some kind of mild existential break down. Of course Coppola treats it with her ephemeral tenderness and insight that makes her one of the few mildly original (female) filmmakers in Hollywood. But what really raised my eyebrows was Chris Pontius in the cast list. Party Boy is going to be in the new Sophia Coppola film. F-my cow in roses! See it just to see if Pontius really only wears thongs
Written by: Scott Silver and Paul Tamasy, Eric Johnson & Keith Dorrington
Starring: Christian Bale, Mark Wahlberg, Amy Adams and Melissa Leo
Do you remember that annoying catchy song? “Cuma Cuma Chameleon…” You hated it, but couldn’t get it out of your head and despite your best efforts you can’t remember the artist or song title and when you finally do see it again, you swear to find the artist and slaughter all the sheep in his homestead. But then you hear it again and you start to forgive the poor sod, and almost like him and then before you know it you’re singing along and boom! The cycle comes full circle. That’s Mark “Marky Mark” Wahlberg in a nutshell a chameleon who changes colours repeatedly and as much as you try to hate him, you can’t because he’s just so damn catchy and likeable!
The following applies to “the Fighter” which sees Wahlberg and an out of this world cast produce what can be called one of the best films of the year. It’s 1990 and Dicky Ecklund (Christian Bale) is having a documentary made about him, under the auspice to celebrate his illustrious career as a fighter but in truth to shed light on the horrific effects of Crack Cocaine, his younger brother, Boxing legend and hero Mickey Ward played by Mark Wahlberg follows Dicky on his road to roedemption. Dicky who at one time defeated Sugar Ray Leonard in the ring, now defeats needles in his attic whilst trying to help his younger brother get to the upper echelons of the Boxing world. Unfortunately Dicky is a crack addict and like all crack addicts he manages to somehow steal the show with an out of this world performance by Bale, which is almost as haunting as his portrayal of Patrick Bateman in American Pyscho. On the road to sanity and redemption Micky meets home girl Charlene Fleming played by Amy Adams and the two form an bat-shit crazy blue collar tryst that is tested by Mickey’s wacky and zany army of sisters and megalomaniacal mother who do everything in their power to separate the two only leading the two closer and Dicky in jail. It’s a tear jerker like the way they used to make them and Russell gives us a Massachusetts like no other without the famous monuments and glory of the Red Sox, but just a bunch of poor white folks trying make ends meet in a dog eat world covered in crack and John Adams Lager.
It’s a gem one of the finer Oscar contenders of the year and one of those films that’ll have you shadow boxing till dinner’s ready and make you think about taking out your old axe or set of swimming trunks and have one more shot at Fame and legally beating men to death.
Die Antwoord to this writer are a lot like Menstrual cycles, something i can't understand or care to understand it's existence, but as my Girlfriend stresses you have to be more considerate and open minded. So I am. Green Eggs and Ham. But this I like, I like a lot a meta-meta-critique on South African Society by UCT students? C'mon!? I'm way too full of my own crap to not sit there and stroke my beard at this.... Watch and giggle and go "mmmm".
Local Indie powerhouse Jann Turner is back with her new film “Paradise Stops” teaming up with the lovable duo of Rapulane Seiphome and awkwardly shaped Kenneth Nkosi. Turner goes North (Limpopo to be correct, Limpopo? Who the eff shoots a film in Limpopo?) in her new Tragiomedy to square up with two men on the opposite sides of reality, physical fitness and the law.
Turner’s last effort “White Wedding” was a rollercoaster of laughs and lit up the South African Film Scene with its original, upbeat insightful nature. A real gem and the dawning of the new age/wave (He didn’t really say that did he?) Paradise Stops promises to be in the same vain, and we can’t wait to see it!
Stay locked in for a close one on one interview with Turner
Probably the most boring name in the world for easily one of the greatest directors of dialogues ever! Leigh’s dialogue is so good I’m tempted to kidnap him, hold him at gun point and hear his last words, just so I can write them down and sell them as a screenplay.
The man is a nut and a Godsend!
Check out his latest offering in “another year”
It’s about a couple whose home gets invaded by a friends, colleagues and family who suffer from the baggage and try to drop it off with them.
Leigh being the gem that he is dodges and dodges well.
J.J. Abraham's one of Hollywood's most prodigal talents is taking it back to the big screen with his latest feature "Super 8". A flick about a bunch of kids who set out to make a Zombie flick in "Fucknowswhere" USA, turns sour when they witness a train colliding with a truck. Leading to Michael Jackson's Thriller being played in the background accompanied by the voices from "Lost". Abraham's is a consummate capitalist and crowd pleaser so go watch it to get your R49 worth of Scares and explosions!
Film Society went and did it again, this time with more thrilling and more willing purpose! Teaming up with the lovely boys and girls from Halo and West coast productions we're bringing superstar DJ Marcel Woods to Cape Town for one night only, for an affair which promises to blow you side ways like the tin man in wizard of Oz or Ed Norton at the end of Fight Club It's going down on the 4th of March at Club 91, and best of all it's free for you and you only, members get it free!
Listen to the clip above to get a taste of what's in store!
Music extraordinaire Spoek Mathambo has teamed up with photography God Pieter Hugo to create what can only be described as the "Music Video of the decade" a decadent black and white montage causing one to weep and "shaya amagetdown! This is mind blowing, stunning and outright embarrassing for the rest of the South African Music Industry,
2011 has got some mind blowing prospects in store, the new Aronofsky, the new Gondry, the new Zack Snyder film, Oliver Schmidt's new film might be nominated for best foreign film oscar and Night Drive and JOCK OF THE BUSHVELD IN 3D!
Can't wait for this gotta an interview scheduled with Duncan McNellie (Director) and it promises to be tits and gas!
PH Fat will be burning up the stage at Springboks at this once in a life time Brush Cut affair! Check out some of their tits epic tracks this one in point hit number 1 on the MK Charts!
There's been a lot of talk surrounding O-week 2011 and comparisons to the second coming of Burt Reynolds have been made and we're not making any suggestions, only promises, and it will be the best thing ever, FACT! To access all the amazing offers, specials and parties that will be getting nasty during o-week you need to get a hold of a party pass which are complimentary with your 2011 membership these can be acquired through residence reps and after 19H00 at the Mowbray Bowling Club from the 31st of Jan.
**********WOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO********** Film Society memebrs are the best people ever (FACT) So Management has decided that we need to offer more and more and more! Excess is the order of the day and we're getting Mighty excessive! Every Film Society O-week event comes with a super-sized, mildly fucking amazing Prematch @ The Mowbray Bowling Club powered by Rush and Golden Guerilla. Awesome drinks specials all night awesome giveaways and a vibe like no other! Each Prematch is themed and we'll be giving away prizes to the best dressed and most blown out. And then to top it all of all Film Society members will get free transport to all events from the Mowbray Bowling Club. Excess, standard! *****************WOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOO*************
The Globe's like 90% of Hollywood are CGI, a farce, a general waste of time and opportunity for naff headed celebrity chasing twats to argue about cinematic merits of a bunch of overpriced, overhyped films which are essentially just that films and not great works of art.
This year Ricky G! returned to form to the original David Brent pucknosed faced asshole we've all come to know and love.
Tearing apart Hollywood's A-list, Gervais did what 99% of teh world's population has been dying to do, tell Hollywood to sit on it and rotate.
It wasn't some great political victory, i mean come on this wasn't Darfur or Apartheid but it was something which brought a tear to my eye for it reminded me that in the words of Jarvis Cocker "Cunts are still running the world" and thankfully we've got dickheads like Gervais to neutralise some of these C***'s.
Title: Tron: Legacy Directed by: Josh Kosinski Written by: Edward Kitsis; Adam Horowitz Starring: Jeff Bridges; Garrett Hedlund; Olivia Wilde; Bruce Boxleitner
TRON watches and reads like a 13 year old aspirant Hackers wet dream, which isn’t a bad thing, but not a great thing either. The film carries on where the original ended, super programmer extraordinaire Kevin Flynn disappeared 20 years ago and in his absence his son Sam Flynn has grown into a a mischievous billionaire adult who plays massive pranks on the world’s largest computer company ENCOM. In search of his missing father, Sam stumbles upon a page from his old man which sees him transported into the lumo cyber world of TRON where he must battle a series of programs and Clu in search of his father. It’s filled with some pretty average CGI and 3D effects to be honest and highlights how this new trend is becoming somewhat of a 1-trick pony effect. Which doesn’t add much to films outside of the odd “Yoh…”. The entire film is scored by French mega electric duo “Daft Punk” which makes the film a wee bit more digestible, but doesn’t really do much but leave you wondering why the hell you’re watching the world’s longest music video.
It won’t cause an epileptic fit and it won’t cure erectile dysfunction, but it is something to stare at and bob your head to.
Title: Hereafter Directed by: Clint Eastwood Written by: Peter Morgan Starring: Matt Damon, Cécile De France, Frankie McLaren, Steve Schirripa
Clint Eastwood’s latest offering “Hereafter” is an applaudable effort but doesn’t strike as one of his best and sees the Hollywood’s hardest men take a dip in form. Focusing on death and the afterlife the film follows three characters and their search for what happens to us after we die. It’s unlike most Eastwood’s other films as he uses the multinarrative technique to construct the film, which at times is as effective as one would like it to be and at times seems a bit flat. The film follows George Lonegan a mercurial psychic haunted by his gift, Marie a French news reporter who dies for a few moments and then comes back to life and James who loses his twin brother to a hit and run. The three trudge through their existence in loneliness, anxiety and insecurity in their search for a definition of the afterlife. It’s filled with some out of this world directing especially the scene wherein Damon’s Lonegan character and Melanie – plated by Bryce Dallas Howard - discuss themselves whilst blindfolded and conducting a tasting test. Outside of that it fails to succeed where many other multinarrative films succeed it essentially lack the bang of Innaratu Gonzalez’s “Babel” or “Amorres Perros” and Thomas Anderson’s “Magnolia” but does show glimmers of Eastwood’s mastery.
All in all its pleasing but not spectacular, and makes perfect sense as to why Eastwood chose the subject matter considering he’s about 80 and knocking on Death’s door. Ja Eastwood’s so effing hard he knocks on death door not the other way around.
With o-week a matter of days away the excitement seems to be eating away at my butt hairs like a moth to a flame and i can't stop thinking about all the things i won't remember! So much so that i've gone and brought out some old memories like that wicked affair at Chevelle last year!
Presents the ultimate O-week experience to ensure the time of your life. Film Society in association with Golden Guerilla bring you o-week 2011: the will to thrill, 5 nights 5 pre-matches tons of give aways and a host of treats which will have your tongues wagging till the 15th of February.
Indie kids love Michel Gondry like Fat chicks love asthma pumps! And rightly so, he’s just so effing post-modern and he oozes everything we’d love to believe is cool and artistic, right? Well Gondry makes the comeback of the millennia with “The Green Hornet” the multimillion dollar block buster is well out of Gondry’s usual budgetry range. But it does have some familiar unfamiliar faces, which include Seth Rogen ( a thin Seth Rogen) Cameron Diaz and Jay Chou. It looks a lot like a menu in a Morrocan restaurant helluva interesting and colourful, and with Gondry steering this hip, I’ve got a sneaky feeling it promises just that!
Their very few things as important as Trolley Races, seriously, not religious holidays, not exams, not even the munchies and we love the munchies. Its epic, bizarre, so much fun, bordering on homo-erotic and one hell of a UCT tradition, which brings a tear to many a graduate's eye.
Darren Aronofsky's back with a new film, which i hope is as good as the last flick he gave birth to, the epic "Wrestler". It's a psychological thriller set in the New York City Ballet revolving around the production "Swan Lake". the film sees Mila Kunis and Natalie Portman square off against each other as Ballerina's in this production under the creepy watchful eye of the dextrous Vincent Cassel. The premise of the film is whether or not Portman's character can embody the good and evil of the Swan Queen in the "Swan Lake" production. This may be the bread but not the filling of the sandwich, which is intrigue, seduction, violence and some pretty intense hallucinations.
It recieved a standing ovation at its opening at the Venice Film Festival and promises to be one of the more "Stuck up it's own arse" releases of the year which we just love!
Title: You’ll meet a tall dark stranger Directed by: Woody Allen Written by: Woody Allen Starring: Josh Brolin, Antonio Banderas, Naomi Watts and Anthony Hopkins
Woody Allen of old is back with his latest offering in “You’ll meet a tall dark stranger”. The film is essentially about the folly and short-sightedness of people in 21st century London and how instant gratification always trumps sense and rationality. The film follows 6 people as they toddle through their existence with temptation knocking on their door in the form of sexual and romantic bliss. It features a star-studded cast who give fantastic performances and insight into arrested development with a sincerity and tenderness which make their performances wholly believable and covertly humorous. It’s a comedy geared at an older generation, not because its jokes stink of the 20th century but rather because the characters themselves embark on foolish escapades which seem wholly feasible until actually embarked upon. These include, adultery, researching the occult, intellectual theft, midlife crisis and living beyond your means. A mention must be made of Gemma Jones, whose balls to the walls hilarious as Helena Shebritch a recently divorced older women who seeks advice from a fortune teller and takes everything she says as fact.
It’s Allen at his best sprinkled with a self-reflective humour only someone as narcisstic as fans would enjoy.
