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Disremember Review by Rich Cline |
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![]() dir-scr-prd Matthew Simpson with Matthew Simpson release UK Oct.25 lbff 25/UK 1h25 Is it streaming? |
![]() Actor-filmmaker Matthew Simpson made this feature entirely on his own, and it's a strikingly shot and edited psychological thriller that takes the audience into a very troubled mind. Because it deals with huge emotions complicated by mental instability, the lead character feels like lives his days out of order, unable to piece things together. The inventive filmmaking creates a narrative that's thoroughly gripping, and also thematically provocative. Reeling after his wife asks for a divorce, Rob (Simpson) is suffering from alcohol-induced blackouts that reignite the trauma of his army service. He makes notes to piece together his memories, advised by an online mental health therapist. Staying in a friend's flat, he knows something is badly wrong. Hours keep jumping forward inexplicably, and he becomes increasingly paranoid about a neighbour. As days pass, he makes use of both his notes and surveillance cameras to try to make sense of things. Then he emerges from a blackout to find blood on his hands. Using a stream-of-consciousness voiceover, the film unpicks Rob's frazzled mind as he interacts with never-seen people. It's assembled in a way that sharply puts us into his mindset, so we are as jarred as he is by both the blackouts and the freaky discoveries he makes. Rob feels like he's trying to remember someone he's never met. And it definitely doesn't help that he continues to chug hard spirits directly from bottles. At least his military training helps him logically face confusing situations. The beefy Simpson has terrific on-screen charisma as the bewildered, inebriated Rob. In his birthday card, his wife wrote about how he is far too closed off for her to deal with, that she needs someone who can support her. But Rob refuses to accept their separation, promising to get help. He desperately wants to control these blackouts and be a better husband. The performance and the way it's photographed, mixed and scored create a vivid sense that he's in a war with himself. While some of his most audacious filmmaking touches feel gimmicky, and the overall tone is bleak, Simpson makes Rob a sympathetic central figure who is struggling with something both inexplicable and oddly easy to identify with. This is a fascinating exploration of how much we rely on our memories, even though they are often inaccurate, influenced by emotions. As it goes along, it also grapples with mental health issues in ways that are terrifyingly dark, but also meaningful and urgent.
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Jimmy and Stiggs Review by Rich Cline |
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![]() dir-scr Joe Begos prd Joe Begos, Josh Ethier, Matt Mercer, Josh Russell, Sierra Russell with Joe Begos, Matt Mercer, James Russo, Riley Dandy, Josh Ethier, Josh Miller, Jason Eisener, Jim Kunz, Stephen Scarlata, Dean Evans, Jen Yamato, Shane Ledry release US 17.Aug.25, UK 20.Feb.26 25/US 1h23 Is it streaming? |
![]() Opening with two bonkers horror trailers from executive producer Eli Roth, this comically nightmarish romp gets underway with an extended first-person take that skilfully introduces an outrageous odyssey. Actor-filmmaker Joe Bego shot this in his home over four years, and the home-made vibe is inventively fuelled by alcohol, drugs and grisly violence. So even if it's relentlessly corny, the scrappy attitude and colour-drenched imagery build real tension. After losing 12 hours of time one night, Jimmy (Begos) is convinced that he was abducted by aliens. But his pal Stiggs (Mercer) thinks Jimmy has merely had a really bad trip. With his paranoid mindset fuelled by abductee videos posted online by people like Redgrave (Russo), Jimmy quickly becomes sure that Stiggs has been tagged by aliens as well. It sure seems like something otherworldly is happening in Jimmy's flat. And after Stiggs joins Jimmy in his drugs and alcohol-induced haze, the slimy creatures attack again, leading to a desperate battle for survival. Hyper-stylised ultraviolet lighting and day-glo neon flourishes create a superbly otherworldly atmosphere that's fun to visit for 83 minutes. To overcome his micro-budget, Begos also deploys blackout sequences, a freaky sound mix, practical makeup effects and marauding aliens that are ingeniously created with puppets. This leads to a series of outrageously violent fight scenes that are performed with a generous dose of witty energy and buckets of glow-in-the-dark blood and goo. And these wrinkly little fork-tongued beasts are relentless. Battling them, the woolly Jimmy and Stiggs are hilariously short-tempered, arguing about pretty much anything that happens. Even though both actors go way over the top as these astonishingly foul-mouthed guys become increasingly inebriated, Begos and Mercer maintain a sparky likeability that spurs us to root for them. Jimmy has mind-spinning visions that seem to reveal the future. Stiggs is marginally more sensible until he falls off the wagon and joins Jimmy down this crazed rabbit hole. Early on, Jimmy admits that he likes to hyperbolise everything. So things get exponentially yucky as this wildly destructive situation, completely contained within Jimmy's apartment, spirals outrageously out of control, leading to an insanely nasty final sequence, again shot through a first-person lens. There's some emotional subtext in the way this unhinged experience begins to pit two friends against each other. But it's also clear that this essentially nonsensical movie was made simply to create the yuckiest, scariest movie imaginable.
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One Last Deal Review by Rich Cline |
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| ![]() A one-man show set in a single room almost in real time, this Irish-British dramatic thriller features a full-on performance from beloved actor Danny Dyer as a man at the end of his tether. The script strains to create tense situations, and they don't always hold water, so it can be tricky to go along with what happens. But director Brendan Muldowney skilfully maintain's the film insistent momentum. In his London office, sports agent Jimmy Banks (Dyer) wants a top deal for his last remaining client, footballer Matt (voiced by Rogers), as long as the jury declares him not guilty today. Jimmy has recently completed rehab and is determined to get his career back on track, so he asks his daughter (O'Keefe) to connect him her footballer friend (Chip), who might want a more lucrative new contract in Spain. Then Jimmy is contacted by a blackmailer who wants cash to conceal some recordings that would put Matt behind bars. And possibly Jimmy too. Voices swirl through the story, as Jimmy wheels and deals over the phone, leaking stories to a journalist (Grieg), discussing strategy with his lawyer (Flemyng), charming the manager of the Madrid team (Bardem) and sparking off a police officer (Cavanagh-Jupe). Having these voices down the line adds some badly needed texture, with personalities that continually push against Jimmy's bullish persona. And the continually moving camerawork makes sure we never get bored. Of course, conversations take unexpected turns and Jimmy falls off the wagon, which gives Dyer the opportunity to drunkenly chomp on the scenery, shifting from a bracingly control-freak to someone intensely desperate. More interesting are darker, introspective moments when he ponders what's happening to him. But it's a problem that Jimmy is so profoundly unsympathetic, a narcissist incapable of seeing anyone else's perspective. Each of the deals he negotiates is all about him, as is his badly strained relationship with his daughter. The story's moral messages aren't terribly subtle, with Jimmy depicted as a man who has sold his soul for success. And with his career coming apart at the seams, he finally begins to wonder if perhaps there's something more important to life than money. No, not really, but the script at least lets him start to think that there might be. This is a fairly brutal depiction of the cold, hard world of sports management. And the screenwriter can't quite fool us with a cathartic moment here and there.
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