EIFF 2013: We Are the Freaks Movie Review 0 135

We Are the Freaks, a rather pretentious and self-indulgent British comedy, starts off with the main character walking down the street talking into camera about the things he hates, from films that talk to camera (seriously…), teen movies where the misfits come out on top and Margaret Thatcher. Because it simply wouldn’t be a dejected youth movie without directly complaining about all the things that bug them, now would it?
The plot, such as it is, follows Jack (Jamie Blackley), a would-be student as he works a temporary job while awaiting word back about his University acceptance. He embarks on a night out with his friends, who include the eccentric Chunks (Sean Teale) and Parsons (Mike Bailey), and we follow the various levels of trouble they get into.
It’s the type of film where characters drive around in a car all night, spouting quirky and offbeat dialogue that attempts at something insightful but just comes off as pompous. It doesn’t help that the characters are so thinly written, from the everyman lead whose job is supposed to be to make us feel related to what’s going on, to the eccentric drug-dealer whose a bit of an asshole but still loveable all the same. Are former youths of the early ’90s supposed to see themselves in these people?
The humour is frequently juvenile, crass and even offensive in places (namely when it comes to the mentally handicapped younger brother of Jack’s love interest). That might have been forgiven had it actually been hilarious as it was intended when all it really delivers is the odd laugh here and there, mostly coming from Michael Smiley’s unpredictable nutcase Killer Colin, who is about the only memorable thing in an otherwise curiously bland film.
We Are the Freaks is not without its chucklesome moments but mostly it’s a smarmy and pretentious affair with a know-it-all attitude, derivative style and uninteresting characters. The worst of it is that there is ultimately no point to it whatsoever, summed up by a insultingly uncaring final line, as we follow these group of self-involved young adults complaining and mucking about for 80 minutes. Avoid.

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Movie Review: Killing Ground 0 649

This review was previously published at The National.

This audacious and especially gruelling Aussie horror-thriller from short film-turned-feature director Damien Power centres on a young couple, Ian (Ian Meadows) and Margaret (Maya Stange), who take a camping trip with their baby to a remote and idyllic spot in a national park.

Once there they discover another group’s camping gear, however the people are nowhere to be seen. Upon some investigation they find themselves a part of a gruesome crime perpetrated by a couple of unknown assailants who appear to be hunting them down.

This impressive debut exemplifies the horror genre’s unique ability to unnerve an audience, lulling us into a false sense of security as so many horror films do with a pair of amiable leading characters and a sunny prospect of a calm holiday retreat before slamming home the horrific truth of the matter.

Using a very clever narrative structure of flitting back and forth between the present couple’s predicament and what exactly happened to the group that set up camp before them, the film drags us by the scruff of the neck down a gruesome and astutely disquieting road that makes for equal parts compelling and shocking viewing.

The horrifying events are amplified by Power’s decision to shoot them with a serene passivity. He allows the unfolding threat and repulsive violence to occur in an almost matter-of-fact manner, utilizing stillness captured by the beautiful cinematography to offset the horror. It conjures a deeply uncomfortable sense that, adding to the film’s largely cynical disposition, bad people exist in the world who commit terrible acts and there’s often nothing we can do about it.

Killing Ground effectively continues the line of grizzly Aussie horrors like Long Weekend, Wolf Creek and The Loved Ones, as well as particularly evoking the Brit gem Eden Lake. This is an example of cinema that knows how to ramp up the tension by never being afraid to show the brutal reality of a scarily believable predicament – in every way it’s unapologetically not for the faint-hearted.

7.5 out of 10

Movie Review: Home Again 0 633

This review was previously published at The National.

Despite an obviously talented leading lady in Reese Witherspoon and a family pedigree behind the camera in making this sort of rom-com flutter sweetly off the screen, Home Again struggles to finds its way out of cloying cliché and narrative contrivance.

This is the directorial debut of Hallie Myers-Shyer, daughter of genre stalwart Nancy Meyers (The Holiday, What Women Want). It focuses on the life of Alice Kinney (Witherspoon), a single mum who has just turned 40 and tries her best to raise her two daughters Isabel (Lola Flanery) and Rosie (Eden Grace Redfield) in Los Angeles with her job as an interior decorator.

Freshly separated from her British music mogul husband Austen (Michael Sheen), she embarks on a drunken birthday night celebration that leads to her meeting a trio of 20-something lads – Harry (Pico Alexander), George (Jon Rudnitsky) and Teddy (Nat Wolff) – who are trying their best to break into the Hollywood movie business.

The young men improbably end up staying in Alice’s guest house while they work on finishing the script for their first film. Before long they become an integral part of her life, from Alice embarking on a romantic relationship with Harry to George helping out Isabel with her school play. To quote the title of the director’s mother’s 2009 film – it’s complicated.

Except the film mistakes the kind of enjoyably frothy complexity exemplified by the best of the genre for skin-clawing convolution that renders much of the romantic and comedically-tinged drama of Alice’s life lacking in authenticity. Not that it needs the ring of truth that comes with, say, a Ken Loach picture but you need to be able to invest and believe in these characters’ lives as presented.

The approach to gender and generational relationships is simplistic which, of course, is nothing new to a genre that, at least in its Hollywoodized state, so often throws up films meant to be taken as easy-going fluff. But it’s particularly frustrating here when it squanders the potential thrown up with the initial concept of a woman trying to find herself again once she’s out of a stale relationship by entering into one with a much younger man.

It strangely seems far more interested in the plight of the three young men working as three cogs of one creative machine – director/producer, writer and actor – to get ahead in the movie business.  But even then it smacks of implausibility, like a cheap rom-com version of the bromance found in Entourage but without any of the snarky wit or Hollywood satire. Despite decent chemistry between a likeable assembled cast, Home Again is a tough pill to swallow as it rings false through and through.

3.5 out of 10