Review – The Fifth Estate

If ever there was a film that tried to have its cake and eat it, it’s this Bill Condon-directed thriller that attempts to pull the curtain back on WikiLeaks and its enigmatic founder Julian Assange.

The Fifth Estate The Fifth EstateIn promoting The Fifth Estate, two separate posters have been produced featuring a portrait of Benedict Cumberbatch’s Assange, one with the word ‘hero’ on it and on the other the word ‘traitor’ – a piece of marketing that inadvertently speaks to the film’s central problem.

Most of us have an opinion on how good or bad for the world WikiLeaks has been, but in trying so earnestly to appear fair and balanced, Condon has ended up sucking the dramatic life out of the film.

Condon presumably had ambitions for this to be All The President’s Men for the internet age, but The Fifth Estate actually feels like a digital cousin of The Social Network in its depiction of a bromance being poisoned by the monster that brought them together.

Traitors or heroes? You decide in The Fifth Estate

Traitors or heroes? You decide in The Fifth Estate

The Fifth Estate itself is the moniker given to the rise of hacktivism, a more radical form of traditional journalism (the fourth estate), and the film underlines this by charting the history of news communication in the title sequence, from the invention of writing to the birth of the net. The fourth and fifth estates are uneasy bedfellows, however, and the movie is at its best when laying bare the ethical differences between Assange and the more established news organisations over protecting privacy.

One of the visual devices used by director Bill Condon to get across the tech stuff in The Fifth Estate

One of the visual devices used by director Bill Condon to get across the tech stuff in The Fifth Estate

The film centres on the unprecedented coalition The Guardian, Germany’s Der Spiegel and The New York Times formed with WikiLeaks in 2010 to publish the biggest leak of information in history. It was a mammoth story that sent shock waves throughout the world, not least of which in America where the thousands of classified documents had originated.

While the papers followed traditional means of journalism by redacting names in order to protect their identity, Assange pushed ahead with publishing the documents in their unexpurgated form and in so doing plunged the final nail in the coffin of his partnership with Daniel Domscheit-Berg, on whose book Inside WikiLeaks: My Time with Julian Assange at the World’s Most Dangerous Website the film is partly based.

Julian Assange (Benedict Cumberbatch), Icelandic MP/activist Birgitta Jónsdóttir (Carice van Houten), Daniel Domscheit-Berg (Daniel Brühl) and hacker Marcus (Moritz Bleibtreu) consider what to order online in The Fifth Estate

Julian Assange (Benedict Cumberbatch), Icelandic MP/activist Birgitta Jónsdóttir (Carice van Houten), Daniel Domscheit-Berg (Daniel Brühl) and hacker Marcus (Moritz Bleibtreu) consider what to order online in The Fifth Estate

Condon and screenwriter Josh Singer flash back to Domscheit-Berg’s first encounter with Assange, their burgeoning friendship and numerous successes in bringing corporations to heel. But as WikiLeaks grows more influential, their professional relationship and personal kinship slowly erodes over just how far they should go in the name of transparency.

Benedict Cumberbatch gives an uncanny portrayal of WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange in The Fifth Estate

Benedict Cumberbatch gives an uncanny portrayal of WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange in The Fifth Estate

There’s a fascinating story to be told here of how the beauty of genius can turn ugly when tainted by hubris and paranoia, but The Fifth Estate is too afraid to get off the fence to really give the subject the treatment it deserves. Assange has very publicly denounced the film as Hollywood propaganda (he similarly tore into Alex Gibney’s acclaimed documentary We Steal Secrets: The Story Of WikiLeaks), although he’d be better served criticising its narrative failings.

Senior US Government officers Sarah Shaw (Laura Linney) and James Boswell (Stanley Tucci) discuss the fallout of the WikiLeaks leaks in The Fifth Estate

Senior US Government officers Sarah Shaw (Laura Linney) and James Boswell (Stanley Tucci) discuss the fallout of the WikiLeaks leaks in The Fifth Estate

The film has its moments, such as when Domscheit-Berg states that WikiLeaks doesn’t edit because “editing is bias”, before Assange slaps the headline ‘Collateral Murder’ over video footage it’s received of American forces gunning down unarmed civilians in Iraq. However, the film essentially hangs itself by its own petard by following genre conventions and using serious dramatic licence to illustrate a story supposedly about the ‘truth’.

In trying so earnestly to appear fair and balanced, Condon has ended up sucking the dramatic life out of The Fifth Estate.

In trying so earnestly to appear fair and balanced, Condon has ended up sucking the dramatic life out of The Fifth Estate.

Tech-movies have often struggled to avoid looking a bit naff when trying to get across the ‘science bit’ and this doesn’t fare any better. Condon falls back on using flashy camerawork and gimmicky effects to explain what Assange and co are up to, but it ends up getting in the way and actually muddies the narrative.

The Fifth Estate‘s biggest strength is its superb cast, led by Cumberbatch’s uncanny portrayal of Assange. It’s doubtful anyone knows the real Julian Assange, but Cumberbatch certainly gets the mannerisms spot on, whether it’s the Australian accent or twitchy body language, and seems to capture that unique freedom fighter charisma he exudes.

Daniel Brühl, so good as Formula 1 driver Nikki Lauder in Rush, is impressive as Domscheit-Berg; an insider who slowly turns into an outsider as he and Assange become more estranged. Meanwhile, David Thewlis is as reliable as ever as Guardian reporter Nick Davies, although he seems to be basing his portrayal on movieland journalists instead of real life ones.

Such performances deserve a better film than this. In time, a definitive account of this most 21st Century of tales will undoubtedly emerge; for now we’ll have to make do with this tepid and underwhelming slide show.

Review – Filth

For a supposedly ‘unfilmable’ novel, Jon S. Baird has made a pretty impressive stab at bringing Irvine Welsh’s blackly comic tale of cops, corruption, cocaine to the big screen.

Filth may live up (and down) to its title, but from the gutter comes a darkly funny, uncompromising and uniquely British moviegoing experience that has at its core one of the year's very best performances

Filth may live up (and down) to its title, but from the gutter comes a darkly funny, uncompromising and uniquely British moviegoing experience that has at its core one of the year’s very best performances

This is helped in no small part by James McAvoy, whose powerhouse central performance as bent Detective Bruce Robertson makes Abel Ferrara’s Bad Lieutenant look like Dixon of Dock Green.

Bruce Robertson (James McAvoy) ain't your average copper in Filth

Bruce Robertson (James McAvoy) ain’t your average copper in Filth

Robertson is one of the most memorable characters in Welsh’s arsenal of literary creations, an utterly squalid and repellant human being who’s prepared to back-stab, double-cross and shaft his way to a promotion within Edinburgh’s Lothian constabulary.

The veneer of superiority, cockiness and self-entitlement starts to crack, however, and the self-loathing, insecurity and nihilism that’s always been there creeps to the surface as Robertson implodes in a shitstorm of cocaine, pills and hard liquor.

Watching the Detectives - Ray Lennox (Jamie Bell), Peter Inglis (Emun Elliot), Bruce Robertson (James McAvoy) and Dougie Gillman (Brian McCardie) in Filth

Watching the Detectives – Ray Lennox (Jamie Bell), Peter Inglis (Emun Elliot), Bruce Robertson (James McAvoy) and Dougie Gillman (Brian McCardie) in Filth

On the face of it, Filth sounds as appealing a prospect as spending the day with its central character, but Baird (who also wrote the screenplay) understands there has to more to Robertson than the monster we first see.

Danny Boyle and screenwriter John Hodge overcame a similar challenge when working on Welsh’s Trainspotting by finding the humanity – and humour – within a group of heroin addicts. It’s a tough nut to crack, but McAvoy somehow manages to elicit our sympathy for a character whose litany of truly abhorrent deeds would normally have you rooting for his grisly demise. Using his strikingly expressive eyes, McAvoy show the pain that undercuts the rage and mischievousness, a pain that’s rooted in a tragic back story that gradually reveals itself.

Things ain't looking great for Detective Bruce Robertson (James McAvoy) in Filth

Things ain’t looking great for Detective Bruce Robertson (James McAvoy) in Filth

I’ve never been McAvoy’s biggest fan, thinking him too lightweight an actor for the demands of the characters he’s played in the likes of The Last King Of Scotland and this year’s Welcome To The Punch. However, in what’s by far his best performance to date, he brings a real physicality to the role, supplanting those boyish good looks with a bloated demeanour and scraggly beard.

Brits abroad Bladesey (Eddie Marsan) and Bruce Robertson (James McAvoy) in Filth

Brits abroad Bladesey (Eddie Marsan) and Bruce Robertson (James McAvoy) in Filth

Robertson may a nasty piece of work, but most of those around him are far from perfect. His colleagues are mostly either bigoted, homophobic, useless or coke-heads, while others around him paddle in the same moral sewer he dives into. Perhaps the only truly ‘good’ person he knows is his only real friend, Bladesey (Eddie Marsan), although even that’s tainted due to the fact he’s targeting his vampish wife Bunty (Shirley Henderson) with anonymous dirty phone calls.

Both Marsan and Henderson (who also recently played a married couple in the acclaimed UK miniseries Southcliffe) are both as excellent as you’d expect, as are many of the supporting cast, including John Sessions as Robertson’s colourful boss Bob Toal, Gary Lewis as the nice but dim Gus Bain and Jamie Bell as Robertson’s coke-addicted partner Ray Lennox.

Bruce Robertson (James McAvoy) confronts his talking tapeworm (Jim Broadbent) in Filth

Bruce Robertson (James McAvoy) confronts his talking tapeworm (Jim Broadbent) in Filth

Jim Broadbent also gets to have some fun playing a massively over-the-top Australian shrink, the talking manifestation of a tapeworm inside Robertson’s body that’s assisting his mental collapse. The ‘talking tapeworm’ sections of Welsh’s book were always going to be a particularly challenging trick to pull off and, it has to be said, it doesn’t quite work; if for no other reason then it’s not made terribly clear to those who haven’t read the novel what Broadbent’s character is supposed to represent.

In a nice touch, the car Robertson drives (and occasionally sleeps in) features ‘KES’ as part of its number plate, a nod to Ken Loach’s iconic debut film of the same name.

Filth may live up (and down) to its title, but from the gutter comes a darkly funny, uncompromising and uniquely British moviegoing experience that has at its core one of the year’s very best performances.

Review – Elysium

It’s ‘The Bourne Space Station’ as Matt Damon’s lowly factory worker tries to heal the world with the aid of a big computer game gun in Neill Blomkamp’s long-awaited follow-up to District 9.

Elysium Poster

Far from engendering a state of perfect happiness, Elysium is a real let down after the promise shown by Blomkamp in District 9

Made for a song compared to today’s mega-budget tent-poles, 2009’s District 9, wherein a ship containing insect-like aliens arrives above Johannesburg in South Africa, seemed to come out of nowhere and announced the presence of a major new talent in sci-fi filmmaking. A major strength of the film is its social themes of racism, segregation, illegal immigration and corruption, all of which carry a greater symbolism when considering the South African roots of the film and its writer-director.

The overpopulated ruins of a future Los Angeles in Elysium

The overpopulated ruins of a future Los Angeles in Elysium

Although handed a much heftier budget this time round, Blomkamp retains the social commentary in his script for Elysium, exploring as it does some of the same issues as District 9, while also touching on such pressing contemporary concerns as universal health care, class divide and the resentment felt towards the one percent-ers.

That it does so in such an unengaging and disappointing fashion, therefore, is a real shame for a film that promises much but, in the end, delivers little.

The unhinged mercenary Kruger (Sharlto Copley) in Elysium

The unhinged mercenary Kruger (Sharlto Copley) in Elysium

Damon plays ex-car thief Max Da Costa, who’s on parole and living in the ruins of a 2154 Los Angeles that more closely resembles a shanty town. Max has always dreamt of living on Elysium, a space station orbiting Earth for the super rich who (literally) look down on the poor, overpopulated and polluted ruins of the planet. However, he has to settle instead for a factory job and having run-ins with the draconian robo-cops who do the bidding of their wealthy masters. When Max suffers an industrial accident and finds his life hanging in the balance, he agrees to undertake a dangerous mission for smuggler and hacker Spider (Wagner Moura) in exchange for a ticket to the station. But Elysium’s Defense Secretary Jessica Delacourt (Jodie Foster) has other ideas and sends her attack dog, unhinged mercenary Kruger (Sharlto Copley), to track him down.

Smuggler/hacker Spider (Wagner Moura) checks on an exo-skeletal Max (Matt Damon) in Elysium

Smuggler/hacker Spider (Wagner Moura) checks on an exo-skeletal Max (Matt Damon) in Elysium

Blomkamp proves once again that he’s the equal of James Cameron when it comes to world-building. The production design and vision that’s gone into Elysium is superb; whether it be something as grandiose as the 2001-esque spinning wheel look of Elysium , or as down and dirty as the graffiti that adorns the robot parole officer that coldly threatens to extend Max’s parole because it senses he’s being sarcastic. As a vision of the future, it’s dystopic and entirely believable.

However, a film needs more than great production design to succeed and it’s when you look more closely at the script and some of the performances you notice the cracks.

The 2001-esque spinning wheel of Elysium

The 2001-esque spinning wheel of Elysium

After a promising start, the film begins to tail off in the middle section and by the time the action moves to Elysium itself it doesn’t seem to know what it’s doing. The final 20-30 minutes are a mess and make you yearn for more successful sci-fi movies like Total Recall and The Terminator. Certain characters suddenly seem to go off in odd directions, leaving you scratching your head as to exactly what’s going on.

Devious Defense Secretary Jessica Delacourt in Elysium

Devious Defense Secretary Jessica Delacourt in Elysium

Normally as reliable as they come, Foster’s performance (and accent) is all over the place. She’s not helped by dialogue that’s as stilted as it is cringeworthy (she tells the President to “go off to a fundraiser or something” at one point) and her fate smacks of laziness by Blomkamp. Likewise, Copley must have winced at some of the lines he was forced to spit out, while his character starts off interestingly enough but ends up coming across like he’s in a different movie. And the less said about Moura’s screeching, overblown Spider the better.

Max De Costa (Matt Damon) and his Big F**king Gun in Elysium

Max De Costa (Matt Damon) and his Big F**king Gun in Elysium

Damon goes some way to counterbalancing the poor work of some of his co-stars with a gritty and engaging performance that sess him in Bourne-style kick-ass mode for chunks of the movie. Frankly, without Damon the film would have fallen flat on its face.

On the plus side, Blomkamp handles many of the action sequences well and indulges himself in the kind of splatter-tastic body dismemberment you don’t see too often in blockbusters.

However, far from engendering a state of perfect happiness, Elysium is a real let down after the promise shown by Blomkamp in District 9.

Review – Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa

One of the greatest comedy creations to come out of East Anglia becomes an accidental hero of typically Partridgidian proportions in this long-awaited big screen outing for Norwich’s premier mid-morning ‘D-Jock’.

Alan Partridge Alpha Papa Poster

More Dog Day Mid-Morning than Dog Day Afternoon, Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa is effortlessly funny and a genuine triumph. Back of the net!

Like Corn Flakes or bakes beans, Steve Coogan’s most beloved comic persona has remained an enduring constant in a world of change since he first popped up on Radio 4’s On The Hour more than 20 years ago.

Alan (Steve Coogan) and Sidekick Simon (Tim Key) are forced to stay on air in Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa

Alan (Steve Coogan) and Sidekick Simon (Tim Key) are forced to stay on air (well, not so much ‘forced’ in Alan’s case) in Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa

His egomaniacal ambition may still be intact, but the cold, hard reality for ruddy Alan Partridge is that his fall from grace has been pretty epic since his heyday as a BBC talk show host. And yet, just as Alan seems to be scraping the bottom of the broadcasting barrel as one half of the Mid Morning Matters show on North Norfolk Digital, he’s unwittingly offered a chance of career redemption thanks to disgruntled former colleague Pat Farrell (Colm Meaney).

The pathetic, petty and lonely Alan (Steve Coogan) in Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa

The pathetic, petty and lonely Alan (Steve Coogan) in Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa

North Norfolk Digital’s faceless new owners have renamed the station Shape and sacked Pat, who goes off the deep end and holds the station’s staff hostage. The only person he’ll talk to is Alan, whose initial reticence and terror gives way to shameless opportunism when he’s branded the face of the siege by the national media.

Disgruntled ex-DJ Pat Farrell (Colm Meaney) in Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa

Disgruntled ex-DJ Pat Farrell (Colm Meaney) in Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa

Wisely deciding against the lazy old chestnut of relocating a TV show abroad in an attempt to generate some fish-out-of-water chortles, Coogan and co instead remove Alan from his comfort zone while still basing the action in his native Norwich.

Having played him on and off for more than two decades, Coogan slips comfortably into the leather jacket of Alan, a petty, pathetic, lonely and selfish excuse for a human being who you can’t help warming to in spite of yourself.

Alan Partridge Alpha Papa

New station boss Jason Cresswell (Nigel Lindsay), Geordie security guard Michael (Simon Greenall) and ruddy Alan (Steve Coogan) in Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa

The opening credits sequence in which Alan fervently mimes along to Roachford’s Cuddly Toy while sat behind the wheel (and not forgetting to point out to another driver that her fog lamps are mistakenly on) is an inspired moment of physical comedy that perfectly encapsulates Partridge. Likewise, a later scene sees him furiously flicking through dozens of TV channels to find any mention of himself in a pitiable attempt to impress station employee Angela (Monica Dolan). Director Declan Lowney’s camera lingers on Alan’s face as the desperation creeps into his eyes when he starts to think his little stunt may have backfired.

Alan's long-suffering assistant Lynn (Felicity Montagu) in Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa

Alan’s long-suffering assistant Lynn (Felicity Montagu) in Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa

Since the character’s earliest  radioappearance, the writing by Coogan, Armando Iannucci and numerous others has been as critical to the lasting success of Partridge as Coogan’s inimitable portrayal. There have been a multitude of memorable one-liners and vignettes over the years and Alpha Papa maintains the hit rate. The moment when Alan justifies a panic attack he suffered in a car wash, blaming “a perfect storm of no sleep, no wife and angry brushes whirring towards me” is just one of many quotable lines that will have you chuckling along.

Alan (Steve Coogan) and best friend in Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa

Alan (Steve Coogan) and best friend in Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa

One of the film’s strengths is the time it spends fleshing out the sizeable supporting cast. Tragic DJ Dave Clifton’s (Phil Cornwell) stereotypically upbeat radio voice can’t disguise his near-suicidal ramblings, while Simon Greenall makes a welcome return as simple-minded Geordie Michael, whose lunchbox instigates the film’s crassest joke. Felicity Montagu delivers a lovely performance as Alan’s long-suffering assistant Lynn and comedian Tim Key also impresses, finding a depth to his role as Alan’s bemused sidekick Simon.

With so many comedies having failed this year to raise a titter, the ease with which Alpha Papa has you laughing out loud is testament to the fantastic writing and deft performances.

More Dog Day Mid-Morning than Dog Day Afternoon, Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa is effortlessly funny and a genuine triumph. Back of the net!

Review – Hummingbird

Britain’s last action hero Jason ‘The Stath’ Statham flexes his acting muscles as much as his real ones in this low-key curiosity.

Whether Hummingbird turns out to be a one-off diversion on Statham's action-packed career path we'll wait and see, but I for one would welcome more roles like this from Mr Chrome Dome

Whether Hummingbird turns out to be a one-off diversion on Statham’s action-packed career path we’ll wait and see, but I for one would welcome more roles like this from Mr Chrome Dome

Whether you like Statham or not (and there are plenty who don’t), there’s no denying the former diver and black market trader has done the business on his own terms.

I for one have a huge amount of respect for Statham. While many of his action man peers rely on straight-to-DVD trash to make a living, Mr Chrome Dome has become a genuine movie star in his own right. A big reason for this is because he (mostly) tends to choose his films wisely and isn’t afraid to send his hard man persona up.

Down and out Joseph 'Joey' Smith (Jason Stathom) in Hummingbird

Down and out Joseph ‘Joey’ Smith (Jason Statham) in Hummingbird

Film series like The Transporter and the two Expendables movies may be his bread and butter, but with his latest Hummingbird (released as Redemption in the States and, erroneously, Crazy Joe in France) he gets down to the serious business of acting… while still kicking ass and taking names.

Statham plays Joseph ‘Joey’ Smith, who’s deserted from the Royal Marines following a traumatic tour of duty in Afghanistan’s Helmand Province and is living day-to-day on the streets in London. He escapes a couple of brutal gangsters and breaks into a swish apartment, whose owner is out-of-town for several months. While getting himself back on his feet he tries to help Sister Cristina (Agata Buzek), whose shelter saved him when he was at his lowest ebb, while also looking for revenge against the low life who murdered his girlfriend.

I don't Adam and Eve it, Jason Statham's crying in Hummingbird

I don’t Adam and Eve it, Jason Statham’s crying in Hummingbird

Played straight for the most part, writer-director Steven Knight revisits the same down and dirty side of the Big Smoke he explored in his script for David Cronenberg’s Eastern Promises. Knight clearly knows the city well and, with the help of cinematographer Chris Menges (who also shot the Colin Farrell gangland drama London Boulevard) captures it beautifully. Shot mostly at night, the camera lovingly follows Smith as he silently walks the streets.

When it comes, the violence is as nasty as you would expect in a Statham picture, although it doesn’t wallow in it. In fact the only nod to Stath’s better known fare comes when Smith, challenged by a goon holding a blade, utters the immortal line “you got a knife? I got a spoon”.

A broken Joey Smith (Jason Statham) is held by Sister Cristina (Agata Buzek) in Hummingbird

A broken Joey Smith (Jason Statham) is held by Sister Cristina (Agata Buzek) in Hummingbird

No-one would argue Hummingbird should win any prizes for originality, although the nods to Mike Hodges’ classic 1971 crime thriller Get Carter are pretty blatant, right down to the way he dispatches one particularly loathsome individual.

That being said, there are enough moments here to make the film stand on its own two feet. The parallel, for instance, in the opening moments between an aerial shot of Helmand featuring radio chatter and one of London is very nicely handled and sets up the rest of the movie well.

Joey Smith (Jason Stathom) sets his sights on his prey in Hummingbird

Joey Smith (Jason Statham) sets his sights on his prey in Hummingbird

And what of Statham himself? In interviews for the film, he’s spoken of his pride in the film, while the work he went through for the role is evident on screen as he taps into previously unseen emotions (guilt, weakness, depression).

Whether Hummingbird turns out to be a one-off diversion on Statham’s action-packed career path we’ll wait and see, but I for one would welcome more roles like this from Mr Chrome Dome.