Everything That Dies, Some Day Comes Back

Having been somewhat underwhelmed by the 1943 version of this classic tale (which I watched recently) I was really hoping that this more recent version might be more to my taste.  We start off with a disorientating beginning in which an adult and tearful Jane takes refuge at the house of St. John Rivers and his two sisters, having fled Thornfield Hall. In due course we embark on a very lengthy series of flashbacks to explain how Jane got to this sad state  In this version Jane's aunt Mrs Reed lives in a luxurious house full of colour (quite a contrast to the stark black-and-white cinematography of the earlier version) but she's still as unkind to Jane, and Jane still suffers a miserable time at the Lowood School for Girls. Anyway she's soon arriving at Thornfield Hall, run by kindly Mrs Fairfax (Judi Dench) as a governess to young Adele. Eventually of course Mr Rochester turns up, played by Michael Fassbender.  He's a far less intimidating and more interesting character...

I’m not the biggest Shakespeare fan but I was tempted out to the cinema to see this adaptation because it comes in at less than two hours, is set in modern day London, and it stars Riz Ahmed who impressed me in the splendid 'Night Crawler' over ten years earlier.  I greatly enjoyed it even though I would have got even more out of it had I watched it at home with subtitles on; I did find some of the dialogue going over my head, either through simply not being able to make out the words or not being able to understand Shakespeare's subtlety of thought.  In particular I struggled with every scene between Hamlet and Polonius, although I did gather that they weren't best buddies.  The latter is played by Timothy Spall who proved that he can play vicious very well. An advantage of not knowing the play in detail was that I was capable of being surprised, as though I was watching a crime thriller for the first time. This was especially the case in the exciting conclusion. Not b...

This is one of the most successful British films ever, based on audience numbers ,and whilst it’s no classic I can readily see its appeal.  It’s a ripping yarn, set in the late seventeenth century, which is well directed and acted, and which must have been a tonic to audiences when it was released a few months after the end of World War II. I wonder what young British women who went to see it, many of whom had had their first experience of independence and responsibility during the war years, made of the titular character. Were they taken with her free spirit, with her refusal to accept what society expects from her, and with her pursuit of love wherever it takes her and whoever it hurts? Or were they repelled by her selfishness and irresponsibility, which does degenerate into true wickedness well before the end? She, Barbara, reveals her true nature from the outset, when she steals her supposed best friend’s fiancé, Sir Ralph, simply because of his wealth and social standing, not ...

I was expecting this 1962 World War II movie directed by Don Siegel to be lean, mean and exciting.  Which it is, towards the end, w hen a US company attacks a heavily protected German pillbox.  But before then, the film is very much a curate’s egg with some surprising elements, not least Bob Newhart doing a variation on his comic monologue routine. It takes an unusual approach for a war movie of this period in zooming in on an insignificant incident, based on the experience of the screenwriter Robert Pirosh duirng the war, when a mere handful of US soldiers in France in 1944 are given the suicidal job of trying to defend part of the Allied line.   Being woefully undermanned, at first they find some creative ways to give their German opposite numbers the impression of having greater numbers.  This buys them some time but eventually they decide their only hope is a desperate attack on said pillbox. After this fails, reinforcements arrive, leading to the exciting and su...

In this action comedy Hutch (played by Bob Odenkirk) is on the face of it a real sad sack of a nobody. The state of his marriage to Becca is summed up by the rolled up sheet she has placed as a barrier between them in their bed. His job is a monotonous accounting-type gig with a small business owned by his father-in-law, who doesn’t hold him in high regard. But guess what? It turns out that back in the day Hutch was a formidable assassin working for the US government, until he tired of it and developed a yen for a conventional marriage and suburban lifestyle. When a couple of inept burglars tangle with Hutch the worm finally turns, and not before long he is beating up five young punks on a bus, in an enjoyable fist fight that is well choreographed and makes creative use of the available fixtures and fittings.   Best of all, Hutch doesn’t have it all his own way (after all, it is five against one) and comes out of it with a fair amount of bruising as well as a stab wound. ...

The New York Times critic Bosley Crowther criticised this 1961 Western, Sam Peckinpah's directorial debut, for moving "at the pace of a hearse". Which is only as it should be given that the story centres on the transportation of a corpse, that of a young boy, who is shot dead accidentally during a shootout in the middle of town (an occupational hazard in those days, I guess). His mother Kit (played by Maureen O'Hara) arrived in the town a few years earlier, pregnant and without a husband.  Despite her claims that her husband had been killed, she's a single mum of dubious morals as far as the town is concerned, and so she's ostracised and has had to make a living in the music hall. Due to her treatment from the town she rejects the idea of a funeral for the boy there, and instead she's going to take him to be buried with his father.  There's one small problem: it means a journey through Apache country and none of the townsfolk feel like escorting her.  ...