Wednesday, 30 September 2026

NZIFF: Late Fame (Kent Smith, 2026)

 When he is recognised on the street by a young poet, Meyers (Edmund Donovan), Ed Saxberger (Willem Dafoe) finds his settled life upended.


Swept into Meyers’ club of young artists, Saxberger is shocked to discover they are fans of a poetry collection he published as a young man.


Gratified by the attention - especially from actress Gloria (Greta Lee) - Saxberger joins the group.


Will the group inspire his muse? Or is the group just using Saxberger to trigger their own?



There is no way I would have seen this film without the festival. I like Willem Dafoe, but I do not keep up with his filmography.


I am glad I did.


Based on a novel by Arthur Schnitzler, the film is a perceptive, quietly satirical take on malaise and the desire to harken back to an imagined past.


Saxberger is introduced going about his days - working at the post office, drinking with friends.


He seems to be going through the motions of a routine.


When he is drawn into the group, it feels like he is suddenly energised.


There is an uneasy tension to the group’s dynamic - there is a vampiric quality to Meyers, and the way he and his friends seem to be more interested in the aesthetics of a Pat age.


Most of the people they associate with Saxberger are people he himself looked up to - the key difference is that he actually interacted with them. To him, Allen Ginsberg was a person, not a remote ideal stripped of humanity and context.


Saxberger also feels like a leftover from an earlier version of New York - a more egalitarian and desperate time, before the city remade itself for the wealthy parents of Meyers’ group.


The film plays on ego and vanity the club are a group of rich kids cosplaying as poor artists.


This is foregrounded in a hilariously deadpan scene in which our protagonist visits Meyers’ apartment. Dafoe never leans toward the joke. 


What makes the film fascinating is that Saxberger is not as invigorated as his new friends hope.


His interest is more human - he is a lonely man who sees an opportunity to connect with a woman.


Lee’s Gloria is the most heightened of the group - and the performer keeps that mask up for most of the runtime. Her front is a way to both join the group, and shelter her internal self.

 

It is a deceptively broad performance - but it is one of the elements that maintains the film’s underlying tension:


This group goes on about wanting to get at something more real - but they are ultimately all putting on a show for each other.


Jake Lacey has a great one-scene role as a wealthy editor who is interested in publishing Saxberger’s memoir - a sign of how is already being converted into an artefact of the past.


A great New York movie, and a fantastic showcase for Dafoe.

NZIFF: The History of Concrete (John Wilson, 2026)

It is always the films you do not choose to see that end up surprising you the most. It’s a tired line with me and the NZ International Film Festival, but evergreen.



This film is a great test case.


Usually I leave movies as soon as they are done.


However, because I was an usher for this screening, I had the opportunity to get the audience’s reaction to the film.


And with History of Concrete I was very curious.


The reactions ran the gamut - from amusement to complete frustration.


I loved it. 


What starts out as an attempt at home renovation gone wrong turns into a quest - not just to learn about concrete, but the world we have built from it.


Every time Wilson meets a new person with a seemingly unrelated story or goal of their own, the film re-orients itself around this person.


The film goes in so many directions, I forgot that the initial ‘sequence’ is based around our heroes’ attendance at a creative writing workshop for Hallmark movies.


Thus, as we learn more about the titular substance, we also take in how it has affected Wilson’s city (the film could double as a document of the US’s decking infrastructure), and the story of the various denizens within it.


Recommended.


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Tuesday, 29 September 2026

NZIFF: Seoul Guardians (Cho Chul-young, Kim Jong-woo, Shin-Wan Kim, 2026)

An on-scene chronicle of the siege of South Korea’s parliament in 2024, Seoul Guardians was not on my radar when I was looking at the listings for the NZIFF.



In December of that year, president Yoon Suk Yeol declared martial law and referred to the opposition parties as supporters of North Korea.


This self-coup ended when parliamentarians passed a motion to cancel his declaration.


The president would later be impeached.


Happening a month after the US re-elected Donald Trump, it felt ironic. 


Trump had also attempted a coup four years earlier, but he had not been punished - and he was rewarded with a return to power.


South Korea’s response felt like a model of how to defend democracy.


Part of the reason for this rapid response - from MPs and ordinary citizens - is context.


South Korea had gone through a series of authoritarian governments, an era which only came to an end in the late eighties.


This is not the distant past or a hypothetical fear, something this film makes clear from the outset, intercutting the siege with brief cutaways to the infamous Gwangju massacre of 1980, an enduring symbol of the South Korean dictatorship, and the desire to avoid reverting back to it.


The film does not dwell on these events, preferring to let them linger in the background - the unspoken threat of how this attempted coup could have turned out.


There is some narration, but most of the film is presented as a fly on the wall, intercutting between different news cameras and phones - providing a truly subjective impression from inside the parliament.


 There is a raw immediacy and claustrophobia to this footage, as we are placed among the staffers struggling to barricade the doors against the military units trying to shut down proceedings.


It is chilling and - despite knowing how it resolved - incredibly tense.


Watching legislators try to follow processes while soldiers are literally outside the doors emphasises how tenuous democracy truly is.


And even though the coup attempt was thwarted, there is no sense of catharsis:


The film ends intercutting the anti-government protests with the president’s supporters.


The President’s coup may have failed - but the forces he represents remain.


Seoul’s guardians have won this one battle, but the fight for democracy will continue.   


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Monday, 28 September 2026

OUT NOW: Coyote v ACME (Dave Green, 2026)

After his latest scheme fails, Will E. Coyote turns his attention from eternal prey the Road Runner (Eric Bauza) to the manufacturer of his defective gadgets, the ACME Corporation.


Enlisting lawyer Kevin Avery (WIll Forte) to make his case, Coyote finds himself at the heart of a conspiracy to preserve the company’s monopoly - at all costs.



Aside from catching the occasional short or compilation of clips on Youtube, I have not watched Looney Tunes since I was a kid. 


Still, there is an elemental quality to Will E. Coyote and Road Runner’s eternal battle of wits that is easy to grasp. 


If this film falls down, it is in this respect.


This is a legal drama, the familiar story of a broken down lawyer regaining his ideals in a case against a massive conglomerate.


On first glance, Will Forte is perfect casting as the Coyote’s human foil - Forte’s comic persona is a heightened form of buffoonery that makes sense for the surreal anarchy of Looney Tunes. 


Surprisingly - aside from an excruciating attempt at an opening statement at the final trial - he is relatively lowkey. He keys into Avery’s sense of disillusionment and fear of failure. 

 

John Cena is also effectively cast as Forte’s arrogant legal rival - and for similar reasons. 


What is ironic about this film is that it is the Toons who feel miscast.


There is an inherent pathos to Coyote - a pure and primal desire that is easy to grasp.


Making him the co-lead of a legal drama is a funny idea - for a short.


Fundamentally, the movie is not that funny. As the film progressed, I found the laughs growing more sporadic - and it dawned on me that the concept did not have the endurance for a feature.


This film is so plot-dependant, Coyote feels slightly off as Forte’s comic or dramatic foil.


There is an anarchy to the shorts, foundational to their DNA, that gets neutered. 


Bugs Bunny shows up as the film’s version of Deep Throat but he is basically exposition, while other heavyweights Daffy and Porky are basically walk-ons.


Some of the toon casting works - Foghorn Leghorn as the pompous head of the corporation.


And vocal performer Eric Bauza, who handles the lion share of the familiar casts’ voices, does a good job.


But a lot of it feels undercooked - Elmer Fudd as a senator is a fascinating idea but the joke is never milked.


I am glad it was released, and it is good that it has turned out to be a modest success for its distributor. 


As a finger to the powers that be at its former studio, I salute it. As a movie, it is just fine.


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Who Goes Fourth: The Sontaran Experiment (Doctor Who, 1975)

Arriving on a post-apocalyptic Earth, The Doctor (Tom Baker) and his companions, Sarah Jane (Elisabeth Sladen) and Harry Sullivan (Ian Marter), quickly realise they are not alone...



While I would not call myself a Dr. Who fan, I have had an interest in the series for years. I read a couple of the novelisations, and caught a couple of episodes of the revival series, but apart from that, my experience is limited.


The main obstacle for me was the sheer number of episodes. 


Last year, I came up with a way to get into the series that would allow me to get a sense of its diversity, from the different performances of the various actors, to the divergent tones and focus of their incarnations.


The formula was a set of rules:


Rule One: I would select stories highlighted by critics and fans. This felt like a good way to find entry points into the series.


Rule Two: Due to earlier production practices, there are several missing episodes of Sixties-era Who. Because of this, I decided to only review stories with complete existing episodes.


The BBC are in the process of animating missing episodes so there might be a time where the series is ‘restored’. With these reviews, I also wanted to get a sense of their original flavour and aesthetics, which is why I decided not to review the animated version.


Rule Three: I would review one story from each Doctor’s era, so I could get a feel for each of the performers, and the style, tone and themes of their runs.


These rules are not set in stone, and this is the first review where I dropped one of them. 


Because of its low regard, I was weary of reviewing Baker’s first story, Robot. While I was hopeful my experience would contradict the consensus view, I only managed one episode.


While the story is fairly underwhelming, it is worth talking about for the star.


Before the 2005 reboot, Tom Baker’s Doctor was the one I could recognise by sight. However, I had almost no concept of his performance before viewing Robot.


From what I have read, Robot was prepared by the outgoing production team under Barry Letts (much as had been the case with Jon Pertwee’s debut).


The intention was to massage the transition to a new lead by surrounding Baker with the supporting cast and locale (the UNIT complex) of his predecessor.


While my only experience thus far is the dynamic between Pertwee’s Doctor and the Brigadier (Nicholas Courtney), Baker’s introductory scene immediately sets him apart. 


Pertwee had a warmth and closeness with his companions. From the moment he reawakens in the UNIT lab, Baker’s cheery but more alien and aloof approach is a complete aboutface.


However, his characterisation is less of a shock when the history of the programme is taken into account:


We started with William Hartnell’s irascible, vaguely ominous First Doctor, followed by Troughton’s cosmic trickster and Pertwee’s more personable mature man of action. 


In an era when physical media was non-existent, and fans had to rely on memory and occasional repeats, Baker’s first appearance must have felt like a bit of a shock.


Baker’s wide, expressive eyes and booming voice are immediately arresting. He comes across as rather Holmesian on his own wavelength - in a whimsical touch, he uses a rope to engage in a skipping contest, before tying up his doctor. 


A rarity for classic Who, The Sontaran Experiment is a two-parter. In another singular feature, it features some more overt continuity from the previous serial, The Ark in Space - this story takes place in the same time, on the Earth the station is orbiting.


Our heroes have teleported down to Earth, with the Doctor wanting to see if he can provide some assistance for the Ark’s inhabitants’ imminent return to the planet.

 

Considering its brevity, the episodes are well-paced, with the simple story giving space to build atmosphere.


Over the course of the first episode, we get a slow roll-out of information:


The terrified human crew (who get the drop on the Doctor), the mysterious probe, and the reveal that an unseen alien has them all under surveillance - with the added suspense that one of the humans is a spy for the unseen antagonist (who is only glimpsed as a hand).


On this outing, I can see why Baker became so beloved and long-lasting: there is an enthusiasm and confidence that is infectious - when he revives to discover he has been captured, the Doctor shows more curiosity than fear.


This quality never comes across as arrogance - and it does not deflate the stakes of the situation. Baker does show more steel after he discovers one of Styre’s victims, and there is an urgency and sense of outrage as he prepares for his final confrontation with the Sontaran scout.


Sarah Jane is a long-running companion. I am sure she gets better showcases than this one: The script does not give her much to do - she blunders into trouble and has to be rescued.


As the Doctor’s other companion, Ian Marter is likeable  - he has good chemistry with Elisabeth Sladen - but he is also somewhat sidelined, spending Episode One trying to climb out of a hole.


Kevin Lindsay essayed the Sontaran’s first appearance in 1973’s The Time Warrior, and returns for his final appearance as Styre. His appearance is brief - he is only revealed at the end of the first episode, but he is effectively taciturn - the character’s makeup only makes his staccato delivery come off more unsettling. 


I cannot say much more - most of my experience with the Sontarans is based on the character of Strax (Dan Starkey) from the modern series. From what I have heard, Lindsay gets more to do in his first story as the cloned warrior.


In a clever sleight of hand (and endurance), the Doctor plays on the Sontoran’s adherence to their codes and routines in order to defeat him.


Styre’s demise feels like a sign of the shift in tone with the Baker era  - his face collapsing is delightfully grotesque. Accomplished by some kind of reversed footage of a facsimile of his face, it is one of the serial’s best effects.


The serial’s one real flaw is that it was shot entirely on video -  it was not as detrimental as I thought (the fact it was shot largely on location helps), but it does highlight the limits of the make-up and effects. 



Short and slightly creepy, The Sontaran Experiment is a solid if minor key story but a fine showcase for Baker’s interpretation. 


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