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Joseph Kosinski’s Tron: Legacy (
Luckily, the flesh-and-blood, sixtysomething Bridges is also on show, bringing his customary spaced-out warmth to lines such as “you’re messing with my Zen thing, man”. Bridges shows a disappointing earnestness, resembling at times a counter-culture Obi-Wan Kenobi. He plays Kevin Flynn, the inventor of the blockbuster computer game Tron. A mixture of philosopher, scientist, businessman and mystic, Flynn set out his vision of a “digital frontier to reshape the human condition” before disappearing off the face of the earth. Twenty years later, Flynn’s desperately bland son Sam (Garrett Hedlund) goes in search of him. Sam had presumed that his dad was “dead or chilling in Costa Rica or both”, but it emerges, all too gradually, that he became stranded inside Tron after one of his creations, CLU (the younger Bridges), turned against him.
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Meanwhile, we’re liable to be baffled and bored by the rules of The Grid, the film’s main setting, and all the talk of “programs”, “users” and “the purge” – this last piece of terminology an unfortunate case of fantasy trying to steal gravitas from history. The battle scenes are enjoyable but over all too quickly, forced to make way for yet more IT chatter. Daft Punk’s electronic soundtrack is too vibrant for the film it accompanies. Michael Sheen pops up as a dandy nightclub owner who dresses in white, twirls a cane and goes by the name Zeus. He’s the only one with enough sense to be silly.
The dangers of modern technology are far more thrillingly portrayed in Catfish
Having started out following Nev’s e-friendship with Abbie, Schulman and Joost found themselves with a Godsend of a strange-but-true story. Where this story goes, how things developed between Nev and Megan cannot be revealed, but suffice it to say there was an element of deception somewhere along the line. The film reveals that the internet not only facilitates deception but also offers innumerable possibilities for detection too: if you’re going to lie, you’d better cover your tracks. But just as you think you’re heading towards thriller territory, with street-smart New Yorkers confronting Midwestern loons, the film mutates into a study of benevolence, understanding and forgiveness.
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The ludicrous, diverting Burlesque (
Writer-director Steve Antin insists on following every rule of the making-it-against-the-odds drama. We are invited to root for Ali as she demands Tess give her a chance at the Burlesque Lounge. “I know I can do this ... I won’t let you down ... You won’t regret it”: surprise, surprise, Ali can do it, she doesn’t let Tess down and Tess doesn’t regret it.
The ailing burlesque house is pitched against soulless skyscraper commerce. Ali’s primary love interest, the bartender who really wants to be a pianist and songwriter, is pitched against a wealthy property developer who buys her shoes. The song-and-dance numbers would really be more at home in a film called Pop, but as the film sees it, Ali ends up with perfection both in her life and her work. No sacrifices required. There’s even a financial deus ex-machina. So everything works out very well – except for the audience, which is lumbered with all the embarrassment the film refuses to feel.
The less said about Loose Cannons (
In Jean Renoir’s Boudu Saved From Drowning
The bookseller wants to civilise Boudu. Instead, Boudu exposes the bookseller’s hypocrisy while attracting the attentions of his wife and mistress. There is an ingenious performance from Michel Simon as the libidinous tramp and many entertaining comic touches. But in its tragicomic portrait of class friction and heartbreak among hypocrites, this very slight film, on a limited re-release, looks like a testing ground for Renoir’s 1939 masterpiece, La Règle Du Jeu.
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