Movie Review: Hotel Mumbai

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Arjun (Dev Patel) notices something going wrong inside the hotel in Anthony Maras’ first feature-length film Hotel Mumbai. (Source: The Hollywood Reporter)

Movies based on real-life events have been around ever since the beginning. They will never go the way of the dinosaurs. Dramatizations of the events being portrayed are hailed and criticized for their historical accuracies. Schindler’s List, GoodFellas, The Social Network, Captain Phillips among others work so well not just because of how accurate the events are portrayed, but how much respect the actors and directors give to the subject matter. On the other hand, movies such as Pearl Harbor and Annabelle don’t work, due to the poor quality and being unfocused garbage.

There’s a movie called Hotel Mumbai, which premiered at the Toronto Film Festival, recounting the 2008 terrorist attacks in Mumbai. Over the course of four days, approximately 160 people were killed while 300 others were injured. Australian director Anthony Maras crafts a film reminiscent to the films of Paul Greengrass and Peter Berg.

On November 26, a group of terrorists arrive in Mumbai by boats to wreak havoc throughout the city. They start at the train station and a nearby cafe. Eventually, they end up at the five-star Taj Mahal Palace Hotel. There, kitchen worker Arjun (Dev Patel) and the head chef Hemant (Anupam Kher) are working on that day. American newlyweds David (Armie Hammer) and Zahra (Nazanin Boniadi) arrive with their newborn child and nanny Sally (Tilda Cobham-Hervey). The two eat at the fancy restaurant inside the hotel while Sally looks over the child. Once the terrorists arrive, everyone must fight for their lives.

For a first feature-length film, Maras makes a thriller that is impressive and expertly-staged. It’s far from a masterpiece, but it’s never boring and the tension hardly lets up. The shootings are as brutal as expected and realistic. Patel has come a long way since Slumdog Millionaire. Now–it seems he is auditioning to become the next James Bond. He and Hammer are the highlights of the movie. Hammer plays David as someone who desperately tries to keep his family safe. It’s different than what we have seen him before. His performance is more powerful than the disastrous Sorry to Bother You. As for everyone else, they are there as stock characters. In the end, Hotel Mumbai feels somewhat mundane.

6.5/10

“Call Me by Your Name”: A Friendship to Remember

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Elio (Timothée Chalamet) and Oliver (Armie Hammer) develop a beautiful friendship in Call Me by Your Name. (Source: Taste of Cinema)

Movies containing gay relationships are a mixed bag. If the movies handle the subject with care (i.e. Brokeback Mountain and Moonlight), they result in being poignant movies. If the subject is being exploited, they tend to be insensitive, disgraceful, and have the characters being portrayed as stereotypes. Only a few great filmmakers would put so much authenticity into their direction and their character development.

Italian director Luca Guadagnino (who is gay) is known for casting Tilda Swinton in his movies. Ten years after his feature debut, The Protagonists (1999), he became a household name when he directed the 2009 film I Am Love, which premiered at the Venice Film Festival of that year. A Bigger Splash (2016) was a good-ol’ time being around four people spending vacation in Sicily, from its gorgeous scenery to the erotic, sensual nature of its characters. Recently, he took charge in expanding the scary world of the Suspiria remake, by making it an hour longer than its original. However, it didn’t receive a warm reception, compared to his previous films. He would join screenwriter James Ivory to give his native country a brand new light in his 2017 film, based on a novel by Andre Aciman.

Nominated for 4 Oscars including Best Picture (with Ivory winning Best Adapted Screenplay), Call Me by Your Name is more than just a gay love story. It’s a coming-of-age story about the struggles of identifying oneself. It makes us wonder why we don’t get movies like this.

It’s the summer of 1983. 17-year-old Elio Perlman (Timothée Chalamet) is spending a quiet summer with his parents (Amira Casar and Michael Stuhlbarg) in a village in Northern Italy. He spends most of his time reading books and listening/transcribing classical music. Unlike Chiron in Moonlight, Elio is living in his own perfect world, but he is trying to come to terms with his adolescence.

One day, he meets a ravishingly handsome college student from New England named Oliver (Armie Hammer), who is 24 years old. He arrives in Italy to assist Elio’s father, a professor of archaeology, with his paperwork. Although he is in a relationship with a French girl named Marzia (Esther Garrel), Elio becomes increasingly attracted to Oliver each day. They spend the first act teasing and flirting with each other until their friendship begins to change their lives forever.

Every single shot in this movie is nothing short of breathtaking; you can smell the grass as Elio and Oliver ride their bikes through the countryside or as they lie down to get some sun after having a quick swim. There’s a scene where Elio plays a piece of music by Bach (in three different versions) on the piano for Oliver. Kudos to Guadagnino’s smooth direction and Sayombhu Mukdeeprom’s stunning cinematography, the camera never cuts after each version he plays. With the focus going back-and-forth between Elio’s piano-playing and Oliver’s reactions, it gives the viewer the impression that sparks are about to fly.

The age-gap between the main characters might throw viewers off a bit. However, the age of consent in Italy was–and still is–14. The movie never suggests anything about molestation. The story about first love and desire contains a mature protagonist at its center, who is aware of his own surroundings and loves to explore. Hell, even his parents never look down his son, and they are always there for him whenever he needs a shoulder a cry on. The French story, in which the mother reads in one scene, asks the question, “Is it better to speak, or to die?”

It does take a lot of time knowing our star-crossed lovers, but everything about the movie works, due to–most importantly–the astounding performances by Chalamet and Hammer. I cannot imagine a perfect pair than these two great actors, who got along so well before, during and after making the movie. Their emotions are so raw, it makes it feel as if they are portraying actual people who love each other and embark on one helluva journey. After gaining indie stardom in Miss Stevens and Lady Bird, Chalamet is simply perfect as Elio, who, at first, has doubts about Oliver, particularly when he asks his parents if it’s arrogant whenever he says “Later”. Then, Elio puts Oliver’s red shorts around his head; foreshadowing their lust for one another.

He finds out they have one thing in common: they’re Jewish. One day, he sees Oliver wearing a necklace with the Star of David pendant. It begins to show that Oliver is not ashamed of who he truly is. Elio tells him that he and his family are only “Jews of discretion.” Eventually, we see Elio wear the exact same necklace and him celebrating Hanukkah with his parents. He shares the same feelings Oliver has. They become so attracted by each other’s statuesque appearances (notice the images of Ancient Greece) the same way their secrecy–with his religious beliefs and Oliver’s sexuality–brings the two together. When they walk around a World War I statue (representing a barrier for the two lovebirds), it becomes clear how hard it would be for them to leave each other’s side.

In one scene, Elio is eating a peach in the attic (one of his private hideouts). He takes a good look at the fruit. And then, he starts masturbating with it. Minutes later, Oliver shows up to see what his friend has been up to. Oliver sees the peach, and, playfully, tries to consume it, despite Elio’s denial. As strange as the scene is, it’s also hard not to shed a tear over Elio’s feelings. The peach symbolizes the desired intimacy between Elio and Oliver.

While the performances are superb, it shocks me, to this day, how Stuhlbarg hardly received any award recognition. Particularly his monologue near the end is enough to make cold-hearted people weep. He tells his son he would never have what he and Oliver had. “How you live your life is your business,” he says. “Just remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once. And before you know it, your heart is worn out. And, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it.” The writing by Ivory is simply marvelous!

Call Me by Your Name is one of the most beautiful love stories ever captured on film. Thankfully, everyone will get to see more of how the relationship between Elio and Oliver has evolved in a sequel coming in 2020, following the tradition of Richard Linklater’s Before trilogy. It will capture the era where HIV/AIDS is becoming more perceptible. Who knows if it will be as powerful as its predecessor, but Guadagnino sums up this movie perfectly, in an interview with The Guardian: “[This movie] encompasses what I’ve found striking about life: that you can be a better person, and you can build a bridge to go and meet new people instead of confining yourself within your own boundaries.”

Movie Review: Free Fire

 

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A group of people try to buy some guns in Ben Wheatley’s Free Fire. (Source: IMDb)

A year after the dystopian film High-Rise, director Ben Wheatley teams up with an ensemble cast. Something with a straightforward narrative yet ambitious style. Something featuring characters who have a loud mouth, a quick wit, yet terrible aim. Free Fire is one of those movies where it should have work as a thirty-minute short film than a ninety-minute feature length film. What Mad Max: Fury Road did for the open road, The Breakfast Club for the school, and Gravity for outer space, Free Fire sets entirely at an abandoned warehouse. I wish it captivated me more than it should have.

The year is 1978. Two IRA specialists—Chris (Cillian Murphy) and Frank (Michael Smiley)—meet up with Ord (Armie Hammer), Justine (Brie Larson), among others outside a warehouse in Boston. They are trying to settle a deal with buying guns from South African arms dealer Vern (Sharlto Copley) and former Black Panther Martin (Babou Ceesay). Tensions begin to rise between the two groups of people, resulting in a massive shootout.

Wheatley succeeds with bringing the 1970s culture to life. With the crazy hairstyles, sideburns, outfits, and the music ranging from Creedence Clearwater Revival to John Denver. The fast-paced editing of the warehouse shootout makes it seem as if you are in the middle of it all. The amount of violence, profanity and dark humor is almost reminiscent to the films of Quentin Tarantino and Martin Scorsese (who is also the executive producer of Free Fire). Every actor is having a blast here (particularly Copley and Hammer stealing the show), shooting it up and exchanging some great dialogue, even going as far as taking part in some dangerous stunts. However, they hardly breathe any life into their characters. By the end, making the audience care less on who gets killed.

While far from being A24’s best film, it’s impossible not to have any fun with Free Fire. However, the tension falters a bit through the second act. The bullets don’t stop flying until it’s over. I can’t listen to John Denver the same way ever again.

2.5/4

2015 Summer Movie Review: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Napoleon Solo (Henry Cavill) and Illya Kuryakin (Armie Hammer) are forced to team up alongside Gabrielle Teller (Alicia Vikander) in Guy Ritchie's adaptation of the 1960s TV show "The Man from U.N.C.L.E."

Napoleon Solo (Henry Cavill) and Illya Kuryakin (Armie Hammer) are forced to team up alongside Gabrielle Teller (Alicia Vikander) in Guy Ritchie’s adaptation of the TV show “The Man from U.N.C.L.E.”

This is the closest we’ll get to see Henry Cavill as James Bond.

After a handful of crappy movies coming out over the past few weeks, it’s nice to see something that is actually worth your time (even though The Gift was amazing). The Man from U.N.C.L.E., based on the television show from the 1960s, is one of those movies. Not to mention being a throwback to the 1960s spy flicks. Is it original? No; everyone is familiar with the story.

The Cold War is in full swing. A suave CIA agent Napoleon Solo (Henry Cavill) and a menacing KGB agent Illya Kuryakin (Armie Hammer) are forced to work together after a clever action sequence. As the two agents of U.N.C.L.E. (United Network Command for Law and Enforcement), they embark on a mission to stop an organization, led by the deliciously evil Victoria Vinciguerra (Elizabeth Debicki, The Great Gatsby) from using nuclear weapons. The key to infiltrate the organization is Gabrielle Teller (Alicia Vikander, Ex Machina), the daughter of a deceased German scientist.

Guy Ritchie’s (Snatch, Sherlock Holmes) sleek visual style overshadows the genuinely inconsistent tone. The fast-paced action, the chemistry between between Cavill and Hammer, and the witty dialogue are pure fun. The Man from U.N.C.L.E. is matinee entertainment at its finest. It’s great to see Hugh Grant again.

3/4