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Friday, 3 June 2011

X-Men: First Class

Rating: ****

Astonishing! Astounding! Uncanny! Three word X-Men fans might use about X-Men: First Class.

Surprised? So was I. This superhero franchise, desperately in need of a booster jump following the creative catastrophe of Last Stand, and the critical and commercial bomb of X-Men Origins: Wolverine, managed to do the impossible: deliver a Marvel film that contains no foreshadowing about The Avengers.

But seriously, Matthew Vaughn has managed to rejuvenate the X-Men brand and does so by breaking one of the assumptions in making a prequel – it can’t be surprising. Set against the Cuban Missile Crisis, the film has the feeling that someone transplanted the X-Men into the world of Sean Connery’s James Bond with sexy villainesses, exotic locales, and the world destroying threat of nuclear war. Scoff you may at the very notion, but the X-Men comics have spanned numerous genres, from space opera (anything with the Shi’ar and the Starjammers), to science fiction (“Days of Future Past”), to political commentary (“God Loves, Man Kills”) to horror (“Inferno”) and even humour (“X-Babies”).

Part origin story, part spy thriller, part relationship drama and part superhero movie, X-Men: First Class combines all these elements and cooks them to perfection. The film is a beautiful soufflé of inspirations and ideas, not necessarily perfect, but wholly satisfying. Anchored by a great cast, solid direction and a tremendous eye for period detail and the requisite visual effects eye candy, it might be safe to say that X-Men delivers the first, great blockbuster of the summer season with very few reservations.

This film starts out very similarly to Bryan Singer’s initial X-film in 2000. A young Erik Lehnsherr is separated from his family as they enter a Nazi Concentration Camp in Poland, during which young Erik first demonstrates his gift to manipulate metal. He’s brought to a doctor named Schmidt who tries to test the boy by threatening to kill his mother, and when Erik is unable to move a coin, Schmidt shoots Mrs. Lehnsherr, unleashing Erik’s wrath. Good, says Schmidt, your hate has made you powerful… Oh wait, wrong movie.

By contrast, young Charles Xavier has had an easy life. He awakes one night to a noise in his kitchen. He comes downstairs expecting to find a burglar, but instead finds his mother rummaging in the pantry. Wait a minute, says Charles, my mom’s never been inside our kitchen in her life… Presto-chango, his mother morphs into an adorable little blue-skinned Mystique. The two become fast friends as Charles promises that the runaway Mystique need never to go hungry again. But again, that’s the wrong movie.

From there, the film follows Xavier through his schooling at Oxford and Erik through his globe-trotting revenge tour to eliminate the Nazis made his life a living hell. The two catch up while independently pursuing the same man, Schmidt, who’s really Sebastian Shaw, a mutant with global domination on his bucket list. Erik wants the man that shot his mother in cold blood, Charles is helping the CIA stop an imminent threat to world peace. The two men form a bond despite their different goals, for they both agree on one thing, mutants are the future.

One of the reasons that the initial trilogy of X-Men films worked so well, was because of the casting of classically trained actors to play Xavier and Magneto, Patrick Stewart as and Ian McKellen respectively. They brought such gravitas and realism to the parts that it was going to hard to find young actors who could not only match them, but make it believable that these are their younger versions.

But James McAvoy brings surprising charm to Xavier, who in First Class is still has that optimism and humanist spirit known to be Xavier, while letting Professor X have a scene or two where he tries to pick up women with a biology lesson. As his opposite, Michael Fassbender brings a nice tone of menace to Magneto, but also a weird kind of hopefulness as he finds his purpose as mutantkind’s saviour. If any actor will benefit the most from First Class it will be Fassbender. Like Hugh Jackman in the first X-Men, this movie could launch Fassbender to the A-list.

The supporting cast is top notch. Kevin Bacon as Shaw is especially a standout, chewing the scenery with relish and striding across the screen with the swagger of an old-fashioned Bond villain. Bacon may have always been a solid actor and pop culture curio, but there’s something magnetic about how he plays Shaw. There’s a different kind of magnetism when it comes to Shaw’s girl Friday, Emma Frost, as personified by January Jones, and if you’ve seen the pictures then you know why. Frost seems to get lost in the shuffle in the film’s last act, but Jones brings a fine touch of coolness and clinical detachment – along with her physical attributes – to the role.

Oddly enough, the weakest bits of the story in X-Men: First Class have to do with the first class of X-Men. Jennifer Lawrence brings some new dimension to Mystigue by making her more than the “naked blue chick,” and Nicholas Hoult as Hank McCoy/Beast plays well the mutant struggle to be normal and the dual effort to accept and be accepted, and trying to change without changing. The rest of the first class get a moment or two to shine, but both the first battle with these X-Men and the scene of their training is kind of truncated to an uncomfortable level, but if that’s all it takes to keep the story moving, I don’t have that big a problem with it.

But there is far more to love in X-Men: First Class then there is to complain about. It’s an inventive way to jumpstart a stolid franchise, and it leaves the doors open to pursue further adventures from the X-Men’s past. An excellent summer blockbuster with brains, heart and courage. A triple threat.

Friday, 7 December 2007

Atonement

Rating: *** 1/2

Reuniting much of the crew of the successful cinematic adaptation of Pride and Prejudice, director Joe Wright brings a more modern romance to life in Atonement and again uses Keira Knightley as his leading lady. A darling of this year’s awards processional, I found Atonement engaging and engrossing to watch, but frankly not worthy of the total praise being heaped upon it. As opposed to Pride, which is a tale about love found, Atonement is a story of love lost because of the destructive nature of secrets and the power of perception to make us see things that aren’t there.

During a hot summer day at an English estate in 1935, the pre-existing sexual tension between young Cecilia Tallis (Knightley) and Robbie Turner (James McAvoy), the son of one of the Tallis’ servants, boils over. They share a tryst in the mansion’s library after Robbie gives Cecilia a sexually explicit letter and it’s witnessed by Cecilia’s younger sister Briony (Saoirse Ronan). When the 16-year-old daughter of a family friend is raped, Briony is the sole witness and she accuses Robbie. Everyone, but Cecilia, believes her.

Five years later, Robbie’s been conscripted into the British army and is one of the thousands of British soldiers awaiting evacuation from Dunkirk ahead of the advancing Nazis. Cecilia, meanwhile, is working in London as a nurse having sworn off her family as a result of Robbie’s imprisonment. She meets up with Briony again (now played by Romola Garai), who is also training to be a nurse. Slowly, it seems, Briony has come to realize that what she think she saw on that night years earlier may not be the facts of the matter.

The story is complex with many nuances and characters, but it’s all kept perfectly balanced by screenwriter Christopher Hampton. The script moves along fairly well, but there are, at times, a question about whose story this is: Briony’s or Cecilia and Robbie’s. These questions are answered in an intriguing final twist in the end, but I have to say that I was not entirely convinced by it. Spoilers? Don’t bet on it. I’ll just say that even before the characters fates were truly revealed the ending ringed false and the justification for it seemed hardly in keeping with a movie that deals in harsh realities.

However, I love the journey the movie takes to get there and I love the performances. McAvoy proves himself as a romantic lead, carrying both the dashing debonair qualities and the brooding intensity factor. He’s smartly matched with Knightley who’s radiant in the part, but frankly she isn’t given much to do.

Ronan as Briony is interesting; she kind of evokes that classical image of the little sister, the tag along that’s adept at making a general nuisance of herself. But then on the other hand she’s portrayed as kind of calculating; how much her actually realized that she had fingered the wrong man, I wondered, or is it that the older Briony is punishing herself by making it seem there was more to her false accusation that simple confusion?

The film is also technically impressive as well. The beautiful cinematography by Seamus McGarvey enhances the story’s emotional pallet capturing rich colours during the summer of ’35 set first act that starkly contrast the more subdued war scenes later on. The Dunkirk sequence especially deserves mention as Robbie wanders through the scene in a marvellous tracking shot that makes Saving Private Ryan’s Normandy look like an island in the sun. The score by Dario Marianelli also intrigued me as it incorporated typewriting sounds into the music as a kind of percussion. Quick-minded viewers will also pick up on the clues that these auditory signposts mark.

Atonement was good, but I do have my reservations. Nevertheless the story is both engrossing and heartbreaking and will without a doubt leave the viewer satisfied.