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Loving Vincent



At the premiere of Loving Vincent held, appropriately enough, at the National Gallery I asked Hugh Welchman, the director why he thought genius is often not recognised during the lifetime of its owner.

‘Geniuses see the world in a new way, often contradictory to the culture around them,’ he said. ‘Van Gogh was a revolutionary and with all revolutionaries it takes the world time to catch up.

You also have to remember that Vincent wasn’t very good at talking. In his letters he speaks beautifully and, of-course, his paintings movie people greatly but he couldn’t do the day to day communication very well.’

Welchman also believes Van Gogh is an inspiring example for us all. ‘We tend to think that geniuses are born. I’ve made films about composers like Chopin who could play all sorts of stuff at age two and so on but Vincent didn’t pick up a paint brush until he was 29. He’d failed at four careers and his family had written him off. But now look at his legacy.’

Indeed. In 1990 a Van Gogh painting sold for over $82 million.

Van Gogh has been immortalized in pop culture before. In the gorgeous, tender song Vincent by Don Mclean there is line which a friend of mine considers to be, perhaps, the saddest in pop lyrics – ‘But I could have told you, Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.’ Stories of how he cut off his ear and sent it to a prostitute have become the stuff of legend and even comedy sketches.

Largely dismissed during his lifetime and sometimes cruelly treated, he has also been the subject of film before, most famously in the 1956 drama Lust for Life starring Kirk Douglas.

However, Loving Vincent, is a whole new beast. Seven years in the making, it is the first ever fully hand painted feature film. Painted in the style of Van Gogh, it took 125 artists from 20 countries to create. A few of them were at the LFF premiere at the National Gallery. One told me that she became involved after seeing the trailer on Facebook and simply applying to be considered. ‘5000, artists applied,’ she said, ‘ and 90 were chosen from the applicants. We spent three weeks in training, basically learning to get rid of our own painting style and to paint like Van Gogh. We were all painters not animators. We had to learn animation.’

Basically, the film recreates the paintings of Van Gogh with actors against green-screen, with the artists painting over 65,000 frames to reflect the artist’s style. Welchman explained that each frame took 6 hours to complete, so that it took two weeks to create one second of film. In total the film took two years to paint. (Some of the paintings from it are now available to buy).

The financing of the project took longer. ‘Which film will it play like’ was a common question.

‘Nothing,’ Welchman replied. ‘This has never been done before!’

The finished film has been sold to 135 countries. The painters are, apparently, all game to try another project and a horror film based on Goya’s paintings is in the works.

There’s no question Loving Vincent is an astonishing achievement, breathtaking in its depth and richness on all levels. Needless to say, it is extraordinarily beautiful visually but it also has an involving story. It is not, however, a biography. Instead the film plays like a murder mystery with an element of film noir which is seen in the black and white scenes which contrast with the vivid colours of Van Gogh’s work.

It is 1891.Vincent Van Gogh (Robert Gulaczyk) a talented man with mental health issues, has been dead for a year, having shot and killed himself. Armand Roulin (Douglas Booth) son of the postmaster who used to deliver Van Gogh’s daily letters to his brother and benefactor, Theo Van Gogh, is charged with delivering Van Gogh’s final letter to his brother. However, Roulin discovers that Theo has also died. In the course of seeking out Vincent’s treating doctor to give the letter to, Roulin starts to trace the final months of Van Gogh’s life and unearth exactly how he actually died. He comes across an array of characters from Van Gogh’s paintings who each has something to say about the artist; some good, some bad. Recognisable faces pop up everywhere, Saoirse Ronan, Helen Mccrory, Chris O’Dowd, Jerome Flynn, to name a few. Soon Roulin finds himself in the role of reluctant detective. Did Vincent Van Gogh really kill himself or was there an element of foul play?

I recommend this film highly.

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LFF 2018 Review – Colette

Colette can feel a tad velvety at times but is lifted by Keira Knightley’s sensual performance and liberating battle that painfully resonates today.



Director: Wash Westmoreland

Stars: Keira Knightley, Dominic West

Released: London Film Festival 2018

Born in 19th century France, Sidonie Gabrielle Colette wrote more than 80 volumes depicting her childhood, her life, her pains and pleasures. Her writings were sensual, vivid and all published under her husband name, “Willy”.

No stranger to female-centric stories, Wash Westmoreland follows up on “Still Alice” and “Echo Park, L.A.” with this dazzling period biopic starring Keira Knightley and Dominic West.

The film starts, the young country girl, Colette (Knightley), marries writer and critic Henri Gauthier-Villars (“Willy”) who introduces her to Parisian salons. Willy soon finds himself in debts and is desperate enough to seek his wife’s help. She will write. Colette writes what she knows and her first novella, “Claudine à l’école” (Claudine at school) is a success. Willy forces her to write the next ones, locked in a golden cage, to ensure his fame and success.

The settings are sumptuous and we gladly follow the camera through the stunning but confined Parisian apartments where the outside light only comes through when she feels inspired. Costumes evolve, as Colette, from heavy and restricted dresses to wild and daring clothing as if Mademoiselle Chanel had designed them herself.

Colette finally loosens from her husband and experiments with woman, society and dancing, feeding her inspiration. Forced and uncredited, Colette cannot enjoy writing and runs off to perform in the music-hall in her own name. In like most biopics, we go from one key event to another, regrettably quickly and often without knowing how we got there. Willy’s sudden appointment of his wife is left as unexplained as the abrupt ending that could have potentially seen Colette, a happy writer.

In the second part of the film Westmoreland seems more interested in looking at the awakening of a young woman rather than at the birth of an author whereas Keira Knightley shines in the lead role. Often known for playing the innocent and rebellious youth, Knightley still pulls off the young Colette in the first part of the film but is at her best when she evolves into a mature woman, aware of own desires. The best scenes of the film come when Colette is free and herself, usually in the company of other woman, particularly the terribly charming Missy (Denise Gough). Westmoreland multiplies two shots and close ups and creates impactful intimate scenes but regrettably gives up on them too fast.

It is a change to see a character such as “Willy” that is both ridiculous and loving. This duality creates, perhaps, a more truthful relationship between the two. No one is born an artist and behind every writer there is an intuitive editor (and in 20th century France, who else could it be than a man?). For Westmoreland if there is no Claudine without Colette, there would have been no Colette without Willy.

With its lavish setting and jumping plot, Colette can feel a tad velvety at times but is lifted by Keira Knightley’s sensual performance and liberating battle that painfully resonates today.

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LFF 2018 Review – If Beale Street Could Talk



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Released: 8th February 2019

Directed By: Barry Jenkins

Starring: Kiki Layne, Stephan James, Regina King, Colman Domingo, Teyonah Parris, Brian Tyree Henry

Reviewed By: Darryl Griffiths

In his entrancing and eventual Best Picture Oscar winner ‘Moonlight’, it was the longing to be authentic. To be accepted in an often volatile environment that powered its narrative.

Clearly in this pitch-perfect adaptation of the James Baldwin novel, director Barry Jenkins is consumed with longing of a different kind that is just as potent. Justice. An eradication of the infuriating systemic abuse of law and power against black people in America, that sees this luminous love story in 1970’s Harlem, strike modern-day parallels with our own divided, morally skewed society.

An incandescent portrayal of young romance. The tenderness, respect and sheer revolve that underpins the relationship between Tish (Kiki Layne) and Fonny (Stephan James) will leave you spellbound from the outset, as their lives are soon mired in despair. The rapturous joy of new life as Tish falls pregnant, backed up by the triple threat of mom Sharon (Regina King), dad Joseph (Colman Domingo) and sister Ernestine (Teyonah Parris). Quickly cancelled out by the malice of Fonny’s staunchly religious family and a false yet potentially devastating rape allegation made against him, as they scramble to prove his innocence.

Punctuated by Kiki Layne’s wholesome narration and an overwhelmingly beautiful Nicholas Brittell score that i would be content listening to for days on end. Jenkins exchanges the melancholic blues of his previous effort for a broader but no less lush visual palette, with its exquisite interiors and classy costume design almost serving as a rainbow for the tears that have streamed down their faces through such hardship, but their spirit and love continues to illuminate their gritty surroundings. Whether it be lingering close-ups of sweet embrace or deep sorrow. Its director doesn’t flinch for a second in conveying the simmering emotions on display and in doing so, leaves you completely transfixed by his tactful approach to the source material.

There is a raw resilient energy that permeates throughout its central romance. Kiki Layne’s Tish serves as the remarkably understated, calming influence to Stephan James’ broken-hearted prisoner, a slave to a corrupt system with a searing monologue by Fonny’s dear friend Daniel (Brian Tyree Henry) reinforcing the pain inflicted. Through it all, their hopeful adoring looks and stifling intimacy simply captivate. In Regina King’s marvellous mother figure, she peppers the film with considerable candour, armed with dialogue that pierces your soul. Whilst Jenkins leaves enough room for inspired cameos that are best left a secret, which gorgeously represent a sense of community and a progression in attitude, that defies the period.

A steady panning shot as Fonny smokes may seem throwaway. In this case, it is awfully fitting to articulate the finesse of its director. Lose yourself in the mesmeric haze of ‘If Beale Street Could Talk’.

A lyrical experience that reminds you of the poetic power cinema can truly possess. His love for the art form brought him here. On this form. Trust Barry Jenkins to go all the way.

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LFF 2018 Review – Stan & Ollie



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Released: 11th January 2019

Directed By: Jon S Baird

Starring: Steve Coogan, John C.Reilly, Shirley Henderson, Nina Arianda

Reviewed By: Darryl Griffiths

Products of classic Hollywood whose superior slapstick routines triggered endless laughter from their legion of fans, propelling them to legendary status. The sheer physicality and comedic prowess displayed by the English/American duo of Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy, still puts many modern-day efforts to shame.

But like so many comedians, there is a tragic element to their careers that contradicts their profession. Through this solid biopic by Filth director Jon S. Baird, it looks to give us a poignant insight into the duo’s grueling twilight years.

Their popularity slowly dwindling. Their bones creaking. Whether on the big screen or the stage, Laurel (Steve Coogan) and Hardy (John C.Reilly) are suddenly not the hottest ticket in town in the early 1950’s. Lumbered with Rufus Jones’ Bernard Delfont, a wisecracking promoter who seems more invested in the likes of Norman Wisdom, they look to reignite interest with a lengthy theatre tour and a long-gestating film project. Yet with audiences middling, contract negotiations stalling and the workload far beyond what was expected, it puts a significant strain on the health and friendship of these two towering talents.

Inevitably with its story, you would expect ‘Stan & Ollie’ to be assured in its abilities to make you laugh. However much of the first half feels surprisingly stilted as Coogan and C.Reilly throw themselves into the pair’s much-beloved routines, with regular cutbacks to their adoring audiences. For the uninitiated, it may initially make you wonder what the fuss was about. Thankfully as the film’s supporting players are introduced to spar with our central characters, it finds a more consistent comedic rhythm, neatly intertwining with the film’s simmering emotion.

Whilst it’s undoubtedly a few visual flourishes away from being a formulaic BBC Christmas special. The admiration of S.Baird for Laurel & Hardy certainly shines through in its refined production, beginning with an exquisite tracking shot on a studio lot as he works his way through the duo’s masterful mischief with fondness.

The rapport between John C.Reilly and Steve Coogan anchors proceedings wonderfully, skilfully capturing the mannerisms and effectively articulating how dependent they are of each other, despite their ongoing disputes. In C.Reilly’s Ollie, his fully-fleshed turn pierces through the fat suit he wears, whose willingness to perform despite failing health is soul-stirring. Whilst the relentless nature of Coogan’s Stan, as he looks to churn out the material strong enough to breathe new life into their double act, makes for compelling viewing. The real danger posed however, is that the film’s main attraction are nearly upstaged by their witty wives, with Shirley Henderson’s Lucille and Nina Arianda’s Ida threatening to steal every scene they grace.

Entertaining enough to gently applaud. Yet perhaps not an act that quite raises the roof. ‘Stan and Ollie’ coasts by on its endearing nostalgic charm and committed performances.

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