Film Review: Heavenly Creatures

Heavenly creatures was the first of Peter Jacksons films to show an actual depth and artistic nature to the director. His previous films, Braindead, Dead Again and The Feebles, were labelled by critics as vulgar, gory and a splatstick trilogy that didn’t show any particular stylistic or thematically redeeming qualities. 



No one expected much from Peter Jackson, but, in 1994 he released the intimate, sympathetic and historically accurate film Heavenly Creatures, a film that would go on to win multiple screenplay awards and would secure Peter Jackson funding for his little trilogy of films you may of heard of. 
(5 points to anyone who knows what these are, wink, wink).



Heavenly creatures is an examination of the relationship between real life Christchurch girls high school students Pauline Parker and Juliet Hulme, and how their obsessive codependence and fantastical fourth world ended in their tragic murder of Pauline's mother Honora who attempted to separate them. 



The film starts off with an almost propaganda like film advertising 1952 Christchurch, essentially Britain’s farmyard, who seemed to thriving in a golden age of economy due to the end of World War II. Images of tranquil gardens and colonial lifestyles are narrated by a monotonous british voice proudly exclaiming how Christchurch is “a city of bikes, second only to Copenhagen”, this tranquility does not last long. Feminine screams begin to permeate the nostalgic images, before there is a dramatic cut to two young girls frantically running uphill, covered in blood and screaming “somethings happened to Mummy!”
This juxtaposition between the previously calm and colonial scenes and the horror of the young girls emphasises one of Jacksons few themes in the film, trouble in paradise, as well as his criticism of colonial society and the presence of the British. 


The rest of the film takes its time to gain momentum, we see the girls initial first meeting, their isolation from their peers and the class structures of each family is established in an effort to again criticise the empty facade and seedy sinister underbelly of colonialism in 1950’s New Zealand. 


 The real action begins the first time the girls visit their “fourth world” together, a brightly coloured fantasy land in which the girls are authors of their own fiction that gradually, throughout the course of the film not only seems to become real, but allows them justification in their actions.


The third man sequence, for instance, is in clear contrast to brighter utopia the girls had previously created together, with sinister blue toning and sharp angles that are symbolic of the darkness of the relationship between the girls and how their fantasy world is becoming disturbingly darker and more possessive. 



 There is a series of intertextual references in the film that I think Jackson was clever to use. The Puccini opera Madame Butterfly’s last lamentation is used when the girls murder Honora, a smart allusion to her death before the audience even notices anything is wrong as well as a beautiful piece that contrasts the violence the girls commit as the use a brick and stocking to bludgeon Honora to death.
The song from La Boheme that Juliet sings on her balcony, translated to illusions about love and reinforcing the obsessive relationship the girls share, is also intelligent, a brilliant precursor to how love and insanity can be considered one in the same. 


The casting I thought was quite brilliant, both breakout roles for Kate Winslet, although perhaps less so for Melanie Lywensky, the casting was mainly due to wanting to capture the physical likeness of the girls in order to create a sense of historical accuracy. Winslet seems a tad more genuine than Melanie, who I get the sense is all too aware of the camera,  as opposed to the relaxed Winslet, understandable since Melanie had never acted on screen before and was selected from Fran Walsh, the writer, scouring schools across New Zealand for look a like Pauline's. 





Film Review: Bridget Jones



You know when you just get one of those urges to watch a film you haven't seen for a while?
Yeah.
That is me with Bridget Jone's Diary.

(Also it probably doesn't help that I am procrastinating to max about writing an essay I know nothing about...eh.)

Anyway, this film is one of my absolute favourites, I still remember it coming out when I was a lot younger, and probably being way too young to see such content.

Bridget Jones is however such a happy film to me because I love the message in it, that you don't necessarily know what form happiness and love arrive in, and that you especially don't have to feel you are undeserving of it or have to change aspects of yourself for you to be worthy of it.


Bridget Jone's is a culmination of every failure a woman has ever felt like in her life. Struggling with her love life, her appearance, her bad habits, her career and events of out of her control, she is such an identifiable character who comically shows the audience that sometimes the best moments in life can come from the biggest screw ups.

It is of course lovely to see Colin Firth and Hugh Grant on the same screen, especially when their fight scene is, in my mind, one of the funniest, british and well timed fight scene in cinematic history.



Theres just something about two men scrapping it out so badly and then having to stop and sing happy birthday halfway through that just gets me.

I was so very happy they reprised this scene in the second film.


This film is the ultimate form of chick-lit-film that makes me smile and laugh and forget I have essays due in just a few days.

It has a cast of very solid performances, the kind of quirky best friends you wish you had in real life and the cringest moments that make you realise how truly normal you really are.



I love this film and all its awkward nature!



Film Review: Insurgent


I have a cup of tea in my hand and many thoughts in my head about the current trend of lack-luster dystopian novels being adapted to even more lack-luster films. But the question is, where do I even begin to describe what is wrong with this sequel to Detergent, sorry, Divergent.

Before I begin I would like to direct you toward a hilarious twitter which sums up everything currently wrong with every young adult dystopian novel pretending to be the Hunger Games.


Pretty much Insurgent was Shailene Woodley getting to reunite with all her boyfriends in the same place. She dates Four in this one (Theo James), Augustus Waters (Ansel Elgort) in the Fault in Our Stars and Sutter Keely (Miles Teller) in the Spectacular Now. Yeesh.

Here they all are sharing a tension filled scene about who other than the main protagonist? Does this film fail a reverse bechdel test due to the fact that the men only ever discuss Tris? If so, I approve of this writing, keep up your mini-feminism Hollywood. 


In all honesty Insurgent wasn't a horrible film, it was just a film that I wouldn't want to watch more than once. Whilst some of the casting choices were questionable, seeing as Four despite apparently being 18 looks closer to being 35, the overall theme of the film was clear and the pace was relatively lively. 

I had some issues with the action sequences, mostly the very noticeable CGI and length, not to mention the improbability of the stunts that tended to reduce the immediacy for the viewer. At one point Tris manages to defy all laws of physics and gravity by making a leap that not even dear old Legolas Greenleaf would have been able to achieve. 


There was the usual stuff that annoys me about dystopian films, the perfect make-up of every female character despite their supposed hard times, conveniently timed bullets that only just stop the main characters from death, the inevitable single tear and the all-consuming end all romance that only really gets showcased in a few delicate scenes. 

There just wasn't enough genuine, raw emotion (Even though Tris did ugly cry a fair bit) to make any of the relationships seem real in this film, which is a shame because the exploration into the relationship between the mother and the daughter could have been really interesting if it was explored in less cliche and obviously emotion grabbing ways. 


It also struck me how influenced the scriptwriters must have been by Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Harry decides to surrender himself in order to save his friends. 
 Like, if you died Tris' hair black and Four's red you would have a re-enactment so accurate Warner Bros would be calling up about copyright issues within the hour. 

First of all an omnipotent voice is projected to a large gathering of rebel people. This scary voice then proclaims that our protagonist must surrender in order to save their friends and followers. Cue shot to character standing alone looking pensive. 
A single lone perp then speaks up saying something along the lines of "why don't we just hand he/her in? Save our villain some trouble?"
Brave boyfriend/girlfriend/close friend who had previously been pissed off but now apparently is all good then interjects with a line similar to "over my dead body".
Cue another long shot of the main character giving a wide eyed look to the crowds before slowly walking away with a mysterious look in their eye. 
Blah blah blah. 
Harry/Tris then sacrifices themselves but miraculously are both reincarnated and everyone lives happily ever after due to Jesus being in their midst. 

Sick. 




So as you can see my point isn't that I didn't like this film but rather that this film just felt like a combination of every other film I've seen lately and *yawn* thats getting pretty old pretty fast. 
Watch Insurgent if you want, but don't be a sucker like me and pay $13.50 for it, I mean we don't even get to see Theo James shirtless?

That calls for an instant refund if you ask me. 


A definitive (kind of) ranking of Fincher's best

Fincher is one of my favourite, if not arguably by favourite director. An auteur of the current crime film genre, Fincher established himself firmly as a monumental influence in current cinema as a perfectionist with a strong understanding of how the combination of precisely controlled mise-en-scene and cinematography can be used to build an almost unbearable suspense that will see nearly all your films both a commercial and critical success.

Since I, Sophie, am obviously the most competent and justified judge of a definitive ranking of David Fincher's films, I urge you to take my words as absolute gospel and just trust me when I say this is the only list you ever need to read.

*Disclaimer* I am in no way particularly qualified to make this list, it is a completely personal and subjective list so if you disagree with me, well, then its quite lucky that I'm the only one who has a password to this blog.

Without further adieu, lets begin. 

10. Alien 3 (1992)



Whats that old saying? 

We'll stop beating this dead horse when it stops spitting out money? 

Yeah. *Cough*

9. Panic Room (2002)


Baby Kristen Stewart combined with slightly less baby Jodie Foster? Makes for one weirdly pg film.

8. Zodiac (2007)

Who's the Zodiac??? Is it maybe the most suspicious character in all of history??? Who knows, we'll just have to guess it probs.




7. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (2008) 

I don't care how heart warming this tale was, the old man still annoyed me.



6. The Game (1997)

Clowns are fucking creepy but somehow Michael Douglas is worse???


5. Gone Girl (2014)

Good, but the book was better.




4. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (2011)

Essentially one of the best adaptions I've seen from the original to US.


3. The Social Network (2010)

Ahhhh-mazing. So brilliant, and fresh and witty and climatic. Wow.


2. Fight Club (1999)

Was late to my first Fight Club last night so missed the intro rules. Still, Fight Club was brilliant and I'd highly recommend Fight Club.

We all knew it was going to be on here somewhere.


1. Se7en (1995)


Whats in the fucking box?

Probably up there with one of my favourite film quotes of all time.