Showing posts with label Terrorism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Terrorism. Show all posts

Monday, 13 June 2016

LONDON HAS FALLEN - BLU-RAY/DVD Review by Greg Klymkiw - America the Greatest!


London Has Fallen (2016)
Dir. Babak Najafi
Starring: Gerard Butler, Aaron Eckhart, Morgan Freeman, Angela Bassett,
Jackie Earle Haley, Radha Mitchell, Charlotte Riley, Melissa Leo, Robert Forster

Review By Greg Klymkiw

Deep in the bowels of London's Charing Cross tube station, Mike Banning (Gerard Butler), Presidential Bodyguard Extraordinaire, slams a terrorist face-first into the cement and pins his arm to his back with a glistening attack knife shoved deeply into the man's flesh. He picks up the criminal zealot's walkie-talkie and engages in a bit of verbal jousting with a terrorist who just happens to be the big brother of the lad pinned down by our hero.

It is here where Gerard Butler gets to deliver a line of dialogue which might match (or supersede) some of the greatest tough-guy quips in action movie history.

He growls:

"Why don't you guys pack up your shit and head back to FUCK-HEAD-ISTAN or wherever it is you come from?"

Not only is the line vile, mean spirited and vaguely racist, but I have to admit it's incredibly, albeit darkly, funny. In its own strange way, it reveals how, in the war against terrorism, nobody in the U.S. can ever keep precise track of what brown-skinned Middle-Eastern terrorists they're fighting. (Indeed, the movie never goes out of its way to precisely, or at least CLEARLY reveal this, save for the fact that the bad guys are, uh, Middle Eastern and, uh, of course, terrorists.)

The aforementioned scene also leads to a touching moment wherein Butler viciously tortures his captured terrorist to death over the walkie-talkie for the benefit of big brother on the other end. Once little bro' gurgles out the last clot of blood from his mouth, President Ascher (Aaron Eckhart) looks queasily upon the carnage and queries: "Was that really necessary?"

Butler, with a straight face, responds: "No."


London Has Fallen is the inevitable sequel to the surprise box office hit of 2013 Olympus Has Fallen, which I opined at the time was "one of the stupidest movies made during the last decade". Well, I'm not sure London Has Fallen is more stupid, but its zero I.Q. matches that of its predecessor quite evenly.

Olympus featured Koreans launching terrorist violence against America, specifically the White House in Washington, D.C. London has all heads of state coming in for the funeral of the British Prime Minister - a perfect opportunity for terrorist attacks, the decimation of London and to take down as many of the free world's leaders as possible.

Olympus was directed by veteran Antoine (Training Day) Fuqua, whilst relative newcomer Babak Najafi takes over the helm with London and I might, in fact, actually give the nod to Najafi for action direction over Fuqua

Like Olympus, London delivers violence, American Propaganda, more violence, cheesy dialogue and even more violence, with much of the aforementioned bone crunching and blood-letting handled very decently. There's also a terrific extended chase scene which begins at the 20-minute mark and doesn't let up for a good 10-15 minutes and there's plenty of cheesy CGI to destroy all the London landmarks we know and love.

The plot, for what it's worth, is little more than Butler trying to get Eckhart to safety. Along the way, many evil brown-skinned terrorists are dispatched with glee. AND, there are plenty of explosions. If you like this sort of thing and if it's nicely crafted as it is here, I can only ask, "What's not to like?"

London Has Fallen is released via VVS Films June 14, 2016 on Blu-ray, DVD and VOD. The Blu-Ray comes with a couple of standard EPK-like "making of" special features.

LONDON HAS FALLEN,
sequel to the smash hit
Olympus Has Fallen,
will be available June 14, 2016 on Blu-ray, DVD and VOD

Here's your chance to win a free Blu-Ray from VVS Films

Answer the following London-related movie trivia questions.
The first two entries to get as many right as possible,
by 11:59pm June 13, 2016
will be the WINNERS

Email your answers to: filmcornercontests@gmail.com



Here are three mind-bending movie trivia questions:


1. How many bell notes are sounded during the London Films logo?

2. Where in London are the ashes of Laurence Olivier buried?

3. Gerald Thomas is the famous director of all the British "Carry On" sex comedies. What is the name of his Academy Award winning nephew?










Answer as quickly and as best you can.

The first two entries with the most correct answers will win.

GOOD LUCK

Sunday, 12 July 2015

(T)ERROR - Review By Greg Klymkiw - COUNTDOWN TO FANTASIA FILM FEST MONTREAL 2015: Bold, brilliant programming selection for one of the best genre events in the world.

Once again, the Fantasia International Film Festival in Montreal proves why it is truly one of the greatest genre film events in the world. The 2015 edition has boldly, brilliantly programmed this jaw-droppingly terrifying film which focuses - NOT on the evil of terrorism, but the real evil, the hideous malevolence of the WAR on terror. Dazzling, provocative filmmaking that's worthy of a dazzling, provocative film festival.

If you missed it at Sundance, you have no excuses now. This is one scary mofo of a movie, a ***** 5-Star ABSOLUTE MUST-SEE!!! To paraphrase Liam Neeson, if you miss this film, "I will find you and I will kill you."


(T)ERROR (2015)
Dir. David Felix Sutcliffe, Lyric R. Cabral

Review By Greg Klymkiw

This is one blistering, nerve-jangling political thriller, not unlike the kind of pictures Costa-Gavras (Z, State of Siege) and Alan J. Pakula (The Parallax View) used to make; dark, scary and tingling with urgency, borrowing dollops of ennui from espionage pictures like Martin Ritt's The Spy Who Came in From the Cold and serving it up in a tidy, unbearably haunting neorealist package.

Shariff Torres is our surrogate here for the characters Jean-Louis Trintignant, Warren Beatty and Richard Burton played in the aforementioned thrillers. Torres is an informant for the FBI. His job is to root out terrorists. Well, not just terrorists, but anyone who even sympathizes with them, no matter how remotely. Besides, even if that target is not a terrorist, the FBI could really care less. It's always been very good at building a fake case to nail non-criminals. After all, they need to keep their arrest stats up to ensure the holders of the purse strings that their usefulness as a crime-busting agency is still vital. As such, they'll continue to get the ever-rising carte-blanche support from the government.

It's the American Way. And Canadians, don't get all smug about this. Our Nazi Prime Minister Stephen Harper (pictured below with his spiritual guide on the new Canadian Flag) has rammed through sweeping anti-terrorist powers that might make our neighbours to the South look positively benign.


Sharif Torres has been an informant for two decades. Since America's spurious "War on Terror" began, his duties are becoming ever-dangerous and the guilt he associates with what he's doing to innocent American Muslims is weighing heavily upon him. He'd almost not care about himself; he's in mighty deep, but he has a young son and in this dirty business, family is how "they" get you. He's going to do one last big job, but how easy will it be to "retire" in relative peace?

The eyes of "terror" are always upon him, but who is more terrifying? The Terrorists (if they genuinely exist at all, at least to the degrees with which they're sought out)? Or the FBI?


Torres decides that the best thing to do is make one last cash grab, but in so doing, betray the corrupt hand that feeds him. He invites a documentary film crew to follow him around and give them unprecedented access to espionage activities as well as the lengths to which the FBI will go to nabbing, charging and incarcerating whomever they choose.

The crew captures all the ins and outs of espionage activity. Sometimes, what transpires is so ludicrous and appalling that you find it hard to believe. In fact, if this were a dramatic thriller, you might actually find yourself saying, "I don't buy this." But you do. You buy it hook, line and sinker; not just because the filmmaking is so first-rate, but because this is not fiction, but is, in fact, a documentary. Yes, a fucking documentary - proving again that this is a genre which demands its filmmakers rise above the strictly dull informational approach to their subjects which so many find themselves taking.

Sharif Torres, you see, is a real spy and his victims are real and the filmmakers are very, very real. David Felix Sutliffe (director of the powerful Adama, reviewed HERE) and his co-filmmaker Lyric R. Cabral are indeed the "documentary crew" whom Torres has allowed to detail his actions as dictated by the FBI.

I can assure you, there are few documentaries which ever get so close to such subjects and subject matter as this one does and watching (T)ERROR is pure edge-of-your-seat suspense.

Ah, but there is an even more chilling twist.

The filmmakers decide to also follow the target of Torres's surveillance.

"What the fuck?" you might find yourself exclaiming out loud. "They're following the target, too?" Good Goddamn, this is one scary-ass movie!


(T)ERROR is quite unlike any documentary ever made. It's a film about counterterrorism in which the spy and his target become subjects of the filmmakers - up close and personal. After seeing it, I'm still chilled to the bone. Watching it is so creepy, so horrifying, so downright jaw-agape shocking, you might even consider wearing a pair of adult diapers in case the you-know-what is scared right out of you.

THE FILM CORNER RATING: ***** 5-Stars

(T)ERROR receives its French Canadian Premiere at the Fantasia International Film Festival 2015 in Montreal. For info on dates, times and tix, visit the FANTASIA website HERE. Its International premiere was at Hot Docs 2015 in Toronto and its World Premiere was in Sundance where it won the Special Jury Prize. But screw that, it deserves a goddamned Oscar!

Sunday, 19 April 2015

HOT DOCS 2015 - (T)ERROR - Review By Greg Klymkiw *****

(T)ERROR (2015)
Dir. David Felix Sutcliffe, Lyric R. Cabral

Review By Greg Klymkiw

This is one blistering, nerve-jangling political thriller, not unlike the kind Costa-Gavras (Z, State of Siege) and Alan J. Pakula (The Parallax View) used to make - dark, scary and tingling with urgency, borrowing dollops of ennui from espionage pictures like Martin Ritt's The Spy Who Came in From the Cold and serving it up in a tidy, almost neorealist package.

Shariff Torres is an informant for the FBI. His job is to root out terrorists. Well, not just terrorists, but anyone who even sympathizes with them, no matter how remotely. Besides, even if that target is not a terrorist, the FBI could really care less. It's always been very good at building a fake case to nail non-criminals. After all, they need to keep their arrest stats up to ensure the holders of the purse strings that their usefulness as a crime-busting agency is still vital. As such, they'll continue to get the ever-rising carte-blanche support from the government.

It's the American Way. (And Canadians, don't get all smug about this. Our Nazi Prime Minister Stephen Harper is trying to ram through sweeping anti-terrorist powers that might make our neighbours to the South look positively benign.)

Sharif Torres has been an informant for two decades. Since America's spurious "War on Terror" began, his duties are becoming ever-dangerous and the guilt he associates with what he's doing to innocent American Muslims is weighing heavily upon him. He'd almost not care about himself; he's in mighty deep, but he has a young son and in this dirty business, family is how "they" get you. He's going to do one last big job, but how easy will it be to "retire" in relative peace?

The eyes of "terror" are always upon him, but who is more terrifying? The Terrorists (if they genuinely exist at all, at least to the degrees with which they're sought out)? Or the FBI?


Torres decides that the best thing to do is make one last cash grab, but in so doing, betray the corrupt hand that feeds him. He invites a documentary film crew to follow him around and give them unprecedented access to espionage activities as well as the lengths to which the FBI will go to nabbing, charging and incarcerating whomever they choose.

The crew captures all the ins and outs of espionage activity. Sometimes, what transpires is so ludicrous and appalling that you find it hard to believe. In fact, if this were a dramatic thriller, you might actually find yourself saying, "I don't buy this."

But you do. You buy it hook, line and sinker; not just because the filmmaking is so first-rate, but because this is, in fact, a documentary. Torres is a real spy and his victims are real and the filmmakers are very, very real. David Felix Sutliffe (director of the powerful Adama) and his co-filmmaker Lyric R. Cabral are indeed the documentary crew whom Torres has chosen to detail his actions as dictated by the FBI.

I can assure you, there are few documentaries which ever get so close to such subjects and subject matter and watching (T)ERROR is pure edge-of-your-seat suspense.

This is one scary movie, but even more so when the filmmakers decide to also follow the target of Torres's surveillance. "What the fuck?" you might find yourself exclaiming out loud. They're following the target, too?


(T)ERROR is quite unlike any documentary ever made. It's a film about counterterrorism in which the spy and his target become subjects of the filmmakers - up close and personal. After seeing it, I'm still chilled to the bone. Watching it is so creepy, so horrifying, so downright jaw-agape shocking, you might even consider wearing a pair of adult diapers in case you-know-what is scared right out of you.

(T)ERROR receives its International Premiere at Hot Docs 2015. For info visit the Hot Docs website HERE.

Friday, 10 April 2015

ADAMA - Review By Greg Klymkiw - Racist War On Terror targets innocent teenage girl

In anticipation of the upcoming 2015 Toronto Hot Docs International Festival of Documentary Cinema's Canadian premiere of David Felix Sutcliffe's powerful Sundance-Award-Winning feature (T)error which he co-directed with Lyric R. Cabral, The Film Corner's Countdown to Hot Docs continues with my review of Adama. Broadcast in 2011 via PBS, Sutcliffe's first film is a provocative, rage-inducing portrait of America's racist anti-terror policies perpetrated upon the innocent.

Adama (2011)
Dir. David Felix Sutcliffe

Review By Greg Klymkiw

In March of 2005, a 16-year-old honours high-school student living in Harlem was arrested and incarcerated (kidnapped and wrongfully jailed) by the Federal Bureau of Investigation (America's Schutzstaffel, more commonly known as the S.S.) under the spurious, unfounded suspicion of training with Al-Qaeda as a terrorist suicide bomber.

After being dragged from her home, family and in the middle of a successful school year (that was scuttled by this immoral action), the FBI decided they had nothing on her, so the American Government, in its racist policies masquerading as a war on terror on home turf, instead placed her under a strict curfew (replete with ankle bracelet to monitor her comings and goings) and charged her with being an illegal immigrant, in spite of the fact that she had been living in America since the age of 5 years old.

Her friend, also arrested, wasn't so lucky. She was immediately deported to Africa. Her father, was even more unlucky. He was imprisoned for 16 months and then deported to Africa. Without a sole bread-winner, the teenage daughter had to give up school completely to earn money for her mother and younger siblings. She was then flung into the harrowing experience of never knowing if she would be deported or not.

Welcome to America's War on Terror against the innocent and driven by racist racial profiling of the most heinous, egregious kind. The aforementioned events represent the tip of the iceberg that is the story of the innocent teenage girl of the film's title Adama. This terse, powerful 60-minute documentary was produced for PBS in 2011 and directed with both economy and urgency by David Felix Sutcliffe. It presents a world of Kafkaesque horror and plays out like a direct cinema thriller steeped in humanity.

We experience the terror of this young lady as she is dragged through endless immigration hearings over a period of months, all of them inconclusive and adding to the fear and paranoia of both Adama and her family. There's one set piece in particular that is on-the-edge of the seat scary as she races back to her home, fearing she'll be late for the ankle-monitored curfew (the result of which could mean re-incarceration). There's also the very real threat of other petty bureaucratic agencies investigating the lack of money in the household and considering the horrendous solution of breaking the family apart into the foster-care system. One of the most deeply moving sequences involves Adama's brother pleading to America to leave his innocent sister alone and to let his family continue as they have to live freely in America and to experience a better life.


Sutcliffe has fashioned a sickening, alarming portrait of America's delusional and just-plain mean-spirited war against people of colour in the name of protecting the country. It's not a pretty picture and for much of the film's running time, you will be outraged, frustrated and thrust into Adama's point of view.

What America has been doing and continues to do is appalling. Adama is a film that puts a very human face to the country's own acts of psychological terrorism. And Canadians, no need to be smug, our country has been racial profiling for a long time - see my review of the powerful Hot Docs entry from last year, Amar Wala's The Secret Trial 5. And if what you see in that film and Adama is scary, just wait until Chancellor (Canadian Prime Minister) Stephen Harper enacts his grotesque anti-terror legislation which will plunge the country beyond America's bilious attack on human rights all in the name of Der Führer Harper's belief that "Jihadist terrorism is not a future possibility, it is a present reality.”


See Adama, see Sutcliffe's new documentary feature (T)error, see The Secret Trial 5. The real terrorists are our own governments. We, the people, are supposedly the government. Not so. We're mere fodder for the attack upon anyone even vaguely outside the Status Quo.

THE FILM CORNER RATING: **** Four Stars

Adama is available to be viewed for FREE online at Sutcliffe's Vimeo page HERE. (T)error will play at the 2015 Hot Docs (The Film Corner review coming soon).

Monday, 15 September 2014

TERROR AT THE MALL - Review By Greg Klymkiw - Klymkiw Watches TV: HBO Canada Docs


Terror at the Mall (2014)
Dir. Dan Reed

Review By Greg Klymkiw

In a strictly Orwellian sense, the preponderance of closed circuit surveillance footage is not only creepy, but it's clearly the very thing which proves how little privacy any of us have. There's something very wrong with being monitored by camera from every vantage point no matter where we are.

Then again, public spaces are not private and as such, none of us have anything we can object to if we choose to avail ourselves of such spaces. At least this is how the proponents of said Big Brother eyeballing of our every move will always argue. The greater public good, they say, will always trump personal desires for privacy - especially in terms of both crime detection and prevention. However, when the perpetrators of said crimes have no intention of surviving, how necessary is it? Such must certainly be the case with the scumbag cowards of the Somalian terrorist group Shabab who, one year ago, marched into the Westgate shopping mall in Nairobi, Kenya and began to gun down innocent civilians in the name of Allah, or whatever screwy reason they had to do so.

Caught on over 100 mall surveillance cameras in addition to cel phone cameras, the amount of footage which exists with respect to this act will never be a deterrent to such mindless acts of violence and it's doubtful there's even a good reason for its existence in terms of crime solving. These idiots continue to dive into these sickening, moronic actions dreaming of virgin conquest in an afterlife or whatever dopey, boneheadedly ignorant belief systems they've allowed themselves to swallow in order to justify their brutal violence.

Without this footage, however, we would not be privy to filmmaker Dan Reed's harrowing HBO documentary Terror at the Mall which is clearly an important document of this heinous event. On one hand, Reed's film superbly blends the existing surveillance (and private cel phone) footage with post-event interview footage of survivors identified in said footage. On the other, it feels like a carefully mediated testament.

First and foremost, though, the film is a document of incredible acts of heroism, sacrifice and an examination of the thought process of normal human beings under the duress of armed assault in the unlikeliest of places. Surely for this reason alone, the existence of such footage has served an important historical purpose. In spite of this, does not such footage profane the memory of those caught digitally who are seen cowering in terror, running madly in panic and/or cut down by the bullets of the terrorists? Is this stealing of their images somehow not, as many cultures believe, a theft of the souls, the spirits, the inherent humanity of the victims?

These are worthwhile questions.


Reed appears to have no interest, at least overtly, in answering or at least addressing them. This will probably be a far better approach for a completely different film, but that Reed's work inspires these questions suggests it had to have been an element he chose to play with - perhaps not at the forefront, but always there in the background.

One other element with respect to the "creep factor" of surveillance footage is the specific aesthetic of it. There's nothing especially human and most often, not mediated by the perspective, or, if you will, the hearts, hands, eyes and minds of humans. The footage is raw. It is what it is - cameras perched, usually from God's eye view (the notion of which is especially creepy). It's an otherworldly perspective - a purely digital mapping of events. Reed clearly understands this and if anything, his superbly chosen juxtaposition of real-life interviews with the surveillance footage does apply a sense of humanity to the proceedings - one that is as humane as it is clearly the work of a genuine film artist. If I had one minor quibble, it's that the scope of this film is so large that I almost didn't want it to end. This, of course, is probably a compliment rather than a quibble, but the fact remains that the film could well have survived a substantially longer length, yet still delivered the goods with the same power.

What finally remains for us in Terror at the Mall is the horrific experience of knowing we are seeing actual footage of terrorism and that what Reed is most interested in, is ultimately, courage. There is fear, to be sure, but in many ways, true courage can only be borne out of fear and one ultimately must salute Reed and his team for giving these people a voice in light of actions that will be seared upon them forever.

And perhaps, that very thing emblazoned upon the minds of the victims is the very thing that will never leave our consciousness so that we might all be ready and prepared to face the worst this mad world has to offer us and, in turn, to realize it's okay to be scared.

For out of fear, comes courage and from courage, comes life.

The importance of this production cannot be stressed enough. Terror at the Mall is, finally, must-see viewing for everyone - adults and children. (My own little girl was deeply moved by this experience in ways that only kids can be moved.) So screw whatever crap you were planning to watch on TV as this terrific film is being broadcast. Nothing that's on can come close to how your life and those you love will be touched by the subjects, events and themes of this picture. It'll be an hour out of your life, but one that will contribute a lifetime of thought and consideration.

THE FILM CORNER RATING: **** 4-Stars

Terror at the Mall premieres on HBO and HBO Canada in North American broadcast territories. Check your local listings for dates and times.

Wednesday, 7 May 2014

GOD'S SLAVE (aka Esclavo de Dios) - Review By Greg Klymkiw - TJFF 2014 - Toronto Jewish Film Festival 2014

Vando Villamil is David, a Mossad agent fighting terrorism in Argentina

GOD'S SLAVE - Esclavo de Dios
Who is the slave?
GOD'S SLAVE (2013) ***1/2
Dir. Joel Novoa, Script: Fernando Butazzoni
Starring: Mohammed Al-Khaldi, Vando Villamil

Review By Greg Klymkiw

Some of the best cat and mouse thrillers that feature two characters on opposite sides of the equation will often present a surface duality, but as the picture progresses, the filmmakers will provide a number of analogous aspects twixt both parties which almost always, if not too obviously splashed on, add the kind of shading and moral complexity that allows the work to rise above the tropes of the genre. God's Slave, tersely directed by Joel Novoa from a finely wrought screenplay by Fernando Butazzoni is just such a film and as such, presents a tale that is as suspenseful as it is rooted within a deep humanity and understanding of the kind of conflicts ripping the world apart. What puts the film on an even loftier pedestal of quality are the shadings within each of the main characters that provide inner conflicts that betray their respective personal struggles with the dualities that nag at both of them.

Ahmed (Mohammed Al-Khaldi), a devout Muslim in Venezuala lives a seemingly charmed life as a successful doctor with a loving family. Alas, he is burdened with the haunting memory of his principled father (often accused of being a pro-Israeli Muslim) assassinated before his eyes by a masked Israeli agent. Ahmed's path, then, is clear. Willingly selected as a sleeper terrorist, he bides his time and waits for the moment when he'll be called by Allah to commit a suicide terrorist action. David (Vando Villamil) is a top Mossad agent in Argentina who lays, as if in wait, to either clean up and/or prevent terrorist acts. He is a devout Jew, similarly haunted by violent actions in his past and though he also has a family that loves him, he is so obsessed with his calling to fight terrorism that he's growing further and further away from those who care for him them most. These two men are dominated by past tragedies in their lives and are both on missions to destroy. The movie places both on an inevitable collision course, allowing us to get to know and respect both men. This, if anything, is what generates some of the nail-biting suspense, placing us on the edge of our seats, hoping and praying they'll find some way of reconciling that which haunts them and in so doing, avoid the inevitable confrontation that could mean death for both of them and possibly many others.


Mohammed Al-Khaledi is Ahmed,
a devout Muslim on a deadly mission.
This is one excruciating journey we take with both men and all the more so, as sides and motivations become blurred by their respective obsessions. I love the fact that the filmmakers have chosen to keep the title in a singular form. One of the wonderful aspects of the storytelling is that both men are, to varying degrees, slaves of God. This places equal weight and emphasis on both characters which better allows us to experience their similarities and differences. Finally, though, we get to fully appreciate how one man allows his devotion to God get in the way of what really allows him to be one with God, while the other is so entrenched in God's slavery that he's unable to ascertain the difference between God's Word and man's.

Inspired by true events, director Novoa brings a rich, effective mise-en-scène to the table, utilizing a perfect blend of classical compositions and movement with the harried, documentary-like immediacy of hand-held perspectives. The latter, however, if always expertly achieved and feels like it's been planned down to its last detail, avoiding the sloppy herky-jerky of those directors who are ultimately masking their directorial incompetence (Christopher Nolan, J.J. Abrams, Same Mendes, to name a few), but also creating his own sense of floating-like handheld movement as opposed to aping the riveting, expertly-fashioned Paul Greengrass/Kathryn Bigelow styles. Novoa uses both approaches, the classical and the documentary to bring a sense of intimacy that allows for the visceral suspense to blend perfectly with writer Buttazoni's intelligent, delicately wrought screenplay.

God's Slave is so compulsively gripping and well made, that I was the tiniest bit disappointed with its denouement which seems far too pat, too resolute, if you will. While everything up to the slam-bang climax ticks like clockwork, the story has an added beat that might have been so much better if left more ambiguous which, frankly, would seem to have flowed more honestly with the movie as a whole. As it stands, the final beat almost feels like the kind of thing an American Hollywood remake would bring to bear upon the material and coming close to negating the power and intent of all that's preceded it. My brief dissatisfaction here, is not the end of the world for this fine picture, just the kind of annoyance that often trips up that which is not only skilfully directed, edited and acted, but otherwise presents a fresh take on familiar material.

God's Slave is playing at the Toronto Jewish Film Festival 2014. For tickets, visit the TJFF website HERE.

Thursday, 1 August 2013

INFORMANT - Review By Greg Klymkiw - Target. Hero. Villain. Darby's story crackles like a thriller should.


Informant (2012) ****
Dir. Jamie Meltzer

Review By Greg Klymkiw

Brandon Darby lives in a state of constant fear. His actions have made him a target. The death threats mount daily and he'll never know when IT is coming. He's made this choice for the good of his conscience, his country and mankind.

Brandon Darby is a hero.

When Hurricane "Katrina" decimated New Orleans and every level of American government abandoned the disenfranchised in a blatant bid to cull the less fortunate from the herd that is the United States, this passionate, anarchy-embracing activist single-handedly demonstrated the true, raw courage of what it really means to be American. He travelled to New Orleans at great personal peril in search of a missing friend, found him, then stayed to selflessly provide leadership, lifesaving and support to those people abandoned by their own government.

Darby even travelled to Venezuela in hopes of raising money for those in New Orleans who needed it most - an act that would have shamed America if it wasn't for the shady South American oil barons who mysteriously attempted to have him lead an armed insurrection with left-wing Colombian guerillas on American soil - sending him fleeing a dangerous, precarious and somewhat nefarious intervention by New World Order thugs.

No, really. As if the aforementioned wasn't enough, Brandon Darby is most definitely a hero.

An All-American Hero!!!

During the 2008 Republican Convention, he was personally responsible for the arrest of two domestic terrorists who intended to toss potentially deadly and destructive Molotov Cocktails during a planned melee - threatening the lives and property of innocent people who merely wished to peacefully exercise their democratic rights.


Brandon Darby is also a scumbag. This self-obsessed, self appointed, self-promoting miscreant used the tragedy of Katrina to extol his Messianic view of himself to the world and when the going got tough in South America, he scurried back with his tail twixt his legs.

No doubt about it.

Brandon Darby is an A-One, top-level sleaze-o-rama scumbag. This turncoat to activism, this self-aggrandizing fake; worked as an FBI informant to needlessly and cruelly entrap two young men as poster boys of criminal intolerance, leading to their vilification and imprisonment.

Now Brandon Darby is the key spokesman and advocate for the righter-then-right-wing Tea Party.

Take what you will of the aforementioned, but when you take all of it you have the stuff of great drama - a narrative full of complex twists and turns, enough conflict to layer the most complex political thriller and a central figure, Brandon Darby, a tragic hero of Shakespearean proportions.

Only thing is - filmmaker Jame Meltzer's Informant is no fiction, no straight-up drama.

It's one of the most fascinating and compelling documentary features of this past year. It will chill, anger and rivet you in ways that all good cinema should, but by the end, Meltzer provides two sides to the coin and everything in between which will force you to assess what you've seen and draw your own conclusions.

Who exactly IS Brandon Darby? Well, even after seeing this film and ruminating upon it long and hard, you might feel you know even less about Brandon Darby than you think you do.

And this is precisely why Informant will have you nailed to your chair with your eyes glued to the screen.

This is a movie - one hell of a movie at that!

"Informant" is in theatrical release via Kinosmith.

Monday, 25 March 2013

OLYMPUS HAS FALLEN - Review By Greg Klymkiw - Remarkably stupid and propagandistic American action thriller delivers its goods in a honest fashion. It's an entertaining piece of crap.

A good day to die hard and kill half the population of North Korea when they take control of the White House

Olympus Has Fallen (2013) **
Dir. Antoine Fuqua
Starring: Gerard Butler, Aaron Eckhart, Rick Yune, Morgan Freeman, Angela Bassett, Dylan McDermott, Melissa Leo, Ashley Judd

Review By Greg Klymkiw

Olympus Has Fallen is - hands down - one of the stupidest movies made during the last decade and yet, in spite of its zero I.Q. the picture manages to deliver exactly what it promises; violence, American Propaganda, more violence, dreadful dialogue and even more violence (much of the aforementioned bone crunching and blood-letting handled decently).

Essentially, what we're served up is tale involving Secret Service Dude Gerard Butler. Having been busted down to a desk job after a mission goes horribly wrong, our hero finds himself conveniently located round the corner from the White House as North Korean terrorists mount an armed assault upon Washington, D.C.

Revenge and redemption are on the way.

Butler's best friend, President Aaron Eckhart and a few other high-on-the-totem-pole mucky-mucks are kidnapped by smarmy North Korean terrorist Rick Yune whilst his loyal hordes of faceless Koreans kill innocent bystanders and every single armed man in and around the White House. The Koreans are so vicious that they go to every dispatched American body and blow the brains out of the corpses - just to make sure. Worst of all it seems the nasty Korean pig wants to set off American nukes in a manner which will ensure consequences of the most dire kind.

Morgan Freeman and Angela Bassett fret in the Pentagon while Butler infiltrates the White House and for the lion's share of the picture's running time, brutally kills one faceless Korean after another. In one of the most hilariously vicious scenes in movie history, Butler bludgeons someone repeatedly with the bust of Abraham Lincoln.

Between acts of violence, Butler growls zingers at the terrorist like: "Why don't you and I play a game of Fuck Off. You first." He also has some choice lines lobbed at the bureaucrats in the Pentagon who balk at providing him Top Secret information, even though he's their only hope: "I have the proverbial need to fuckin' know!"

Director Antoine Fuqua (Training Day) is a mediocre talent, but here he sets up a few genuinely decent suspense and action sequences. I have to admit being on the edge of my seat more than a few times. There's a dark, grainy mise-en-scene to the picture I also enjoyed.

The large all-star cast acquits themselves as expected. Gerard Butler is a more than average actor who finally gets his groove as an action star. David Yune makes for a deliciously smarmy villain as does Dylan McDermott. The balance of the cast all put in familiar competent performances. The biggest disappointment is Ashley Judd - not because of anything she does, but because she's such a radiant, sexy and fine actress and she's wasted in a thankless role.

Is the movie propaganda? It sure is. For some reason, though, maybe because it doesn't purport to be truthful in order to distort like Ben Affleck's bonheaded Argo, I was able to enjoy it on its own moronic terms.

"Olympus Has Fallen" is currently in wide theatrical release via VVS Films.

Tuesday, 19 February 2013

ZERO DARK THIRTY - Review By Greg Klymkiw - Countdown to Oscar 2013 (Nominated Films from 2012 I Haven't Written About Until Now)

A SHADOW OVER AMERICA

ZERO DARK THIRTY (2012) ****
dir. Kathryn Bigelow
Starring: Jessica Chastain, Jason Clarke, Joel Edgerton, Mark Strong, Jennifer Ehle, Kyle Chandler, Chris Pratt, James Gandolfini

Review By Greg Klymkiw

ZERO DARK THIRTY is one of the best directed films I've seen in recent years.

In painstaking and riveting detail, the movie unfurls the brave efforts of the CIA to orchestrate the assassination an unarmed man in his sleep. You know the type - a man who wasn't all that heavily guarded and lived with a whole bunch of women and children, a man who could have effortlessly been taken alive and tried as a war criminal or, for that matter, a common criminal; a man, who at least to my mind, appeared to believe in something - certainly something well beyond what most Western power-brokers believe in and finally, a man whose actions - if in fact there exists conclusive proof of his involvement in 9/11 and other criminal terrorism WITHIN widely accepted standards of jurisprudence - are not beyond what has already been committed a thousand-fold by corporate (or colonialist) imperialists who hide their money-grubbing Totalitarianism behind the tenets of democracy.

All that aside, ZERO DARK THIRTY boasts a rich and detailed screenplay by former war reporter Mark Boal that focuses upon Maya (Jessica Chastain), a CIA field worker who maintains a seeming passivity during her hunt for the aforementioned most hated man in the Western World.

Maya is a great character and it's great writing that generates this fascinating human being played with a skin-deep detachment by Chastain. I love the fact that we know NOTHING about her other than what we learn by her actions through the film.

This IS cinema.

Thank Christ she doesn't have a significant other. If she does, it matters little to her. Then again, Maya's actions speak louder than words - there's no way in Hell she'd let some stupid boyfriend, husband or even fuck-buddy get in the way of her work.

Does she, perchance, have a mother or father? Do they love her? Did they beat her? Did they chain her up in a basement cold storage locker? Did Momma look the other way when Daddy paid special visits to Maya's bedroom? Did they force her to worship on Sundays? I have no idea and I'm eternally grateful to Boal and Bigelow that they didn't bore the fuck out of me with any such nonsense.

Besides, what's cool about her - REALLY cool - is that as written and acted, Maya's passivity is deceiving. Beneath the calm and even her initial doubts about utilizing torture to gain needed information, Maya is only passive on the surface.

Just below the downy white flesh of Ms. Chastain is a roiling, scheming and extremely intense young woman who is not only formidably active, but ultimately instrumental in successfully pursuing her quarry. It's a great role that could only be tackled by the very best of actresses (which Chastain most certainly is).

That said, I must confess to you my odd fantasy involving either Kate Hepburn or Roz Russell in this part - somehow ported from their early years through a stitch in time to take on the Maya role.

But, I digress.

Chastain's genuinely great!

She is. of course, bouyed beautifully by Kathryn Bigelow's dazzling direction. The Academy Award winning director always has the camera in the right place, the right time and with the right composition. This is a good thing when you're making any movie, but especially one set against torture, espionage and war. Most contemporary directors haven't grasped the idea of using CLASSICAL movie making as the springboard into dangerous and exciting cinematic territory. This, of course, is because most of them are no good. Not so with Bigelow. She tackles the narrative with all skill and artistry great filmmakers possess.

Basically, what we've got in ZERO DARK THIRTY is a story we all know the ending to.

Ah, but even familiar tales are always worth telling when both the perspective and the ride itself are as unique and thrilling as Bigelow's work here proves to be. Frankly, while I appreciated her work in THE HURT LOCKER, it's not a film I found especially engaging. Until ZERO DARK THIRTY, my favourite Bigelow remained her unrelentingly terrifying vampire thriller NEAR DARK. Her command of the medium and a deft touch with generating suspense in that picture are finally (and genuinely) surpassed here. ZERO DARK THIRTY is a film that finally even manages to overtake the Grandfather of all movies we knew the ending to before seeing it (and where IT made NO difference at all).

Fred Zinnemann's 70s classic thriller, a film adaptation of Frederick Forsyth's best-selling book The Day of the Jackal follows a failed assassination attempt upon French President Charles de Gaulle. It's a cooly detached portrait of a hired killer pursuing his quarry and a cop pursuing HIS quarry, the hired killer. Though we knew de Gaulle survived all attempts on his life, Zinnemann's meticulous direction rendered a chilling and suspenseful motion picture experience (that holds up to this very day). Like Zinnemann's relentless killer and cop, Bigelow focuses a similar intensity upon her special bird of prey with the kind of classic aplomb and downright great craft that's so lacking in contemporary cinema.

Now, unless you've been residing in a monastic cloister, you'd be the only one NOT to know that ZERO DARK THIRTY is the true tale of how al-Qaeda's head honcho Osama bin Laden was doggedly pursued by the CIA over a ten-year period following the events of 9/11 and how he was eventually assassinated in 2011 by America's brave Navy SEALs who stormed a home within a Pakistani compound filled with mostly sleeping women and children.

And you also must know, there's simply no two ways about it; that ZERO DARK THIRTY is pure, unadulterated cinema of the highest order. Utilizing a series of composite characters based on real people and events, all derived from extensive research and access to a variety of both materials and perspectives, it's finally all the details - some minute, others not so - that keep us gripped to the edge of our seats. The movie making is first-rate!

For me, though, there is still a problem with the whole enterprise.

Boal and Bigelow maintain an admirable sense of detachment to this story - not, of course, on the visceral or kinetic levels where the picture infuses you with continual jolts of electricity, but on a moral plateau. Maya's intensity and belief in the pursuit of her goal is so unquestionable that we're with her all the way. We know she (and America) did indeed succeed in the goal of finding bin Laden, but while watching the movie, all Maya's struggles, setbacks, disappointments and eventually, triumphs are so expertly handled that we find ourselves rooting for her in ways that are finally not unlike those ascribed to the very best genre pictures.

In spite of this, or maybe BECAUSE of it, something very foul keeps sticking in my craw.

First of all, let it be said that the movie is not even close to the idiotic levels of racism and propagandistic tub-thumping on display in the barely competent Ben Affleck-directed abomination ARGO. ZERO DARK THIRTY is not just a good movie, it might actually be a great movie, BUT is it, like many great films (far more than many wish to admit), pure propaganda? Is Bigelow akin to the likes of Leni Riefenstahl and Sergei Eisenstein, both of whom did go on to brilliantly, excitingly and artistically extol the values of butchers? (Hitler and Stalin respectively.)

Are we to blindly, unconsciously accept that the "butcher" in ZERO DARK THIRTY just had to do what had to be done?

And who, exactly, is the butcher? It's not Maya. She's doing her job, which is, ultimately her duty. She's not just "following orders". She's got her own agendas and needs. The real butchers are the very butchers at war with anyone or anything in the way of their ravenous need to accumulate wealth. After all, American foreign policy since the post-WWII period cannot in all reality be ascribed to one specific Totalitarian ruler (or even several). The country's leaders are (and have been through most of the 20th Century) little more than puppets for the real puppet masters. Call these string-pullers what you will - corporations, big money, the New World Order of the One World Government persuasion; they all add up to the same thing - an invisible enemy that flouts international rules of war with the same tactics employed by terrorists.

For the life of me, though, I simply can't escape the kind of queasy, sickening feeling the aforementioned "narrative" elements of ZERO DARK THIRTY gave me and continue to deliver. In fact, the movie makes me think that it's possibly even a big cheat on Bigelow's part NOT to take a moral stand somewhere within the proceedings.

Or is she taking a moral stand?

Better yet, is it submerged - sitting there and waiting for US to find it?

I think it might be a bit of both. The final attack upon bin Laden's compound is tremendously, pulse-poundingly suspenseful. Shooting through the creepy, ghostly puke-green night vision goggles goes a long way to putting you on edge. Bigelow's compositions and camera moves are initially so stealthy that virtually every sight, sound and unexpected motion jangles our nerves. This is no cavalry charge. Bigelow shoots the sequence like an animal stalking its prey and as we follow the NavySEALS deeper and deeper into the interior of the compound it's like we're ploughing headlong into chambers of doom.

This achieves two things. First of all, it's just plain fucking scary - especially if you're happily ignorant of what precisely went on in the compound (as I was), save for knowing the bin Laden was assassinated. Secondly, there's that strange thing that happens when you're watching something where you DO KNOW the final outcome. Even though you're watching a fictionalized rendering of real events, a part of you begins to hear the women and children crying and the acceleration towards the ultimate action and there's this part of you - either your own sense of humanity or that which the movie rips out of you and for a moment or two just before shots ring out and a pool of blood begins to slowly creep across the floor, you have this sense that maybe, just maybe we won't be seeing what amounts to a cold blooded assassination. Even while this goes through your mind, you know it's not going to happen that way and you're overwhelmed with incredible sadness over the act itself and the very horrendous state of the world.

I personally feel Bigelow IS taking a moral stand here, but is also leaving plenty of ambiguity throughout the film and even this sequence that it's nigh impossible to forget the overall effect this has upon you and that the movie has delivered something you might well be wrestling with forever.

Are we then to accept that Bigelow's "objectively" extolling the virtues of torture, of illegally entering foreign territories to wage war and/or commit assassinations? I hope not, but the movie doesn't slam it's gavel down hard enough on that point.

Even now, i continue to have questions about this for myself. Am I the only one who feels this way about the picture? Am I naive to think it could have been presented another way and still achieve Bigelow's seemingly desired effect?

Am I, as an audience member and human being just supposed to accept we are witnessing an entertainment detailing assassination as a justifiable means to an end? (And we MUST not forget that this IS ultimately an "entertainment".)

And if we accept this as a justifiable means to an end, what is that end? An end to what? An end to the thousands upon thousands upon millions of innocent people in the Middle East (and for good measure, Korea, Vietnam, Central and South America, etc.) who have already been and continue to be murdered and tortured either directly or indirectly by America?

And for what? The preservation of democratic values? (Yes, an oxymoron if there ever was one.)

Or is it for Revenge?

Justice?

Oil?

Is it enough for the film - ANY film - to leave me with these questions?

Is this what possibly makes it great?

The fuck if I really know, but something tells me that YES, it IS the questions that will ensure the film's eventual masterpiece status. And like all master filmmakers prove, we're not asking these questions while the film is rolling. That all mostly happens when the movie is over.

And is the film propaganda? Yes, I do think it is, but not necessarily on the sledgehammer side of the equation.

In a recent Facebook conversation with the brilliant writer Anne Billson, she astutely notes:

"I concluded that presenting the facts (including torture and assassination) without any sort of moral editorialising (or jingoism and triumphalism, for that matter) was the only way to tell this story and the opposite of cheating. I think it's a very brave film, and while people who condemn it for "endorsing" torture are missing the point (unless you think showing something is automatically an "endorsement" of it), the viewer's reactions are as much a part of the experience as the film itself, and thus negative ones are as important and necessary as positive ones."

Billson's comment about how some might believe that the act of merely showing something could be seen as an endorsement of it, is a point in her own astute assessment of the movie that hit me like a tsunami. I'm extremely grateful to her for bringing this up because it forced me to assess my own beliefs in this regard and realize that YES, I do think - in some cases there will always be an element of "endorsement" - conscious or not on the part of both the artist AND the viewer. I'd go further to say that the very act of making the film (almost ANY film, really) is indeed infused with propagandistic elements. I'm also not saying it's "bad" or "good", but just the way it is.

What's most apparent about this genuinely important and powerful film is that Bigelow is NOT wearing her heart on her sleeve.

And neither is her movie.

In spite of this, it's a picture with a lot of heart and in these terrible times we live in, heart might be what's needed most.

ZERO DARK THIRTY is nominated for 5 Oscars - all of which are highly deserving: Best Picture, Actress (Jessica Chastain), Original Screenplay, Film Editing and Sound Editing. To not be nominated for Directing, however, is a disgrace (almost as disgraceful as how Paul Thomas Anderson's THE MASTER has been given an ignoble short shrift in this horse race called Oscar). ZERO DARK THIRTY is in wide release in Canada through Alliance Films and in the USA via Columbia/Sony. And you DO need to see it. Preferably on a big screen in a real movie theatre.