Da 5 Bloods
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I May Destroy You
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A feel good movie that really does make you feel good. The basic conceit is interesting and, more importantly, it makes skilful use of it. I loved the moment when Jack checked Google for Oasis and just grunted "That figures" when they didn't feature either. Ed Sheeran is no actor, but does a brave job with his role and the music is, of course, perfectly suited to creating the mood the film requires. Of course, the characterisation, especially of the minor characters, is hardly subtle but you aren't going to get that in a romcom. I particularly liked the twist provided by Sarah Lancashire and Justin Edwards, as the only two other people who were, presumably, also unconscious at the time of the black out. It provided a neat tension but didn't compromise the general mood.
I can't really see how this picks up either one-star or five-star ratings. It's derivative, far too predictable and overlong. But it does have some moments, although my interest was only really gripped wondering what was in the meat pies! Sadly, that wasn't really resolved. I guess part of the problem is that none of the characters, not even Dani, really makes one care greatly about their fates. Mind you, that could be because in almost every case, the audience knows what's coming, while the characters are bemused and passive.
A very competent start to his directorial career for Consadine and he puts in a reliably impressive performance, as does Jodie Whittaker and the main supporting cast. The problem for me is that, despite having been provided with technical advice from the boxing industry and including real boxing figures including the inimitable Steve Bunce, the fundamental storyline is nearly as flawed as Rocky's. Would a man who has just retained a world title be left to return home alone rather than accompanied by celebrating back-room staff? More importantly, boxing is far too concerned about its public image - quite irrespective of real loyalties - to leave a (world champion, remember) boxer who has collapsed and been in a coma for sufficient time to undergo brain surgery and, presumably, significant rehab so unsupported as in this film. Come to that, the NHS, or perhaps boxing's medical support structures, don't come out of it very well to leave a man clearly in need of extensive physiotherapy, let alone psychotherapy to get on with it. I also have a niggling doubt about the happy-ish ending. Do we really believe that the dreadful - and very well handled - violent streak Matty displays has been wholly resolved by some kind of underwater epiphany? Worth seeing, therefore, but requires a little too much suspension of disbelief.
The central story is quite sweet and moving and the main performances strong. But it manages to bring in cliches from so many different genres (romcom, depressing care homes, see the highlands, squalid lads sharing...) and can only sketch them in by exaggeration, that it is hard to appreciate the movie's strengths.