I notice that I haven’t mentioned seeing any films since Conclave in December, hmmm, maybe they weren’t worth mentioning? Certainly, the latest Bridget Jones film isn’t; a friend wanted to see it, how bad could it be, I wondered. Pretty bad, oh there are good moments, moments. I also saw Anora back in January, I knew nothing about it, just went on a whim, no sweat with an unlimited card.

Anora, for the first twenty minutes or so, I sat there feeling like I should be wearing a dirty old mac, ye gods, I knew it was an 18 but that was a lot of flesh (and to think I felt a bit seedy at parts of The Substance), after taking an inordinate time to set the scene and main characters, the action began. I did quite enjoy it, even as I found it a tad flawed, but yeah, it really didn’t help that I kept seeing Andy Samberg at his most slappable every time Ivan (rich Russian man-child) was on screen. And how could a streetwise girl like Ani not see what a shallow, selfish brat he was? Okay, maybe not at the start, but certainly by the time he ran off; that really irked me, it didn’t ring right; that aside, it was quite amusing, I would probably watch it again on the telly.

A few nights ago I went to see Mickey17, a film written back in 2021 and shot soon after; that it’s been released now, at this present time is wickedly funny! If you thought Mark Ruffalo was bit ott in Poor Things his character in this, hahaha. Two things though, one, at times I thought Ruffalo piled on the grotesque too heavily, maybe some subtle nuance might have been nice; two, a ridiculous villain or three (I include the wife and his assistant here) may seem comically hideous, but the power they yield is scary, know what I mean? (for those reading this sometime in the future, bear in mind I’m writing this in March 2025). Yes, Mickey17 is a wee bit clunky but worth seeing, especially on the big screen, Robert Pattinson is amazing; it’s a sci-fi action comedy on the surface with a dark, provocative and satirical undertow.

Back a few weeks for my favourite film so far this year, A Real Pain, so good I saw it three times. Okay, so two of those times I missed the beginning, part of the reason I went back again, and indeed seeing the very start did give an extra context that I’d missed, Jesse Eisenberg really makes every minute count in this movie. All the nominations and awards Eisenbreg’s won for Best Screenplay are well deserved, as are Kieran Culkin’s Best Supporting Actor awards for playing Benji, that is one complex guy.

Interestingly, Eisenberg wrote the screenplay thinking he would play Benji, thank god Emma Stone persuaded him not to! For one, he’s quite obviously more like the David character in himself, and, well, I really wonder that his Benji would just have been annoying and irritating (is that what Stone reckoned?) Then, when his sister suggested Culkin for Benji, Eisenberg took him on without meeting him, let alone auditioning him; he was vaguely “aware” of Culkin, enough to realise that Culkin had the right essence for the role (like, absolutely!). David and Benji are cousins on a trip to Poland to see to the homeland of their grandmother (recently deceased). Two guys who were really close when they were kids, now reconnecting, it’s awkward at times, caring, messy, bittersweet, exasperating. I’ve had a Benji in my life, lovely, lovely person but god, half the time I didn’t know whether to strangle or hug them!!

Whilst there is plenty of humour in A Real Pain, it does have serious and thought-provoking times, as well as a backdrop of historical trauma; Eisenberg’s excellent writing keeps the film buoyed up but also sombre and respectful. Most of the music through the film is Chopin (chosen as that’s what Eisenberg was listening to as he was worked on the screenplay), wow, it fits beautifully and sets the tone of the film so well; and then the silence during the visit to Majdanek concentration camp was stark, quite emotional. It could be some time before I see another film that will beat this as my film of the year.

Well, it’s late and my bed is hollering at me. Coming! G’night, sweet dreams.