Tuesday, 18 August 2026

OUT NOW: The Odyssey (Christopher Nolan, 2026)

Following the end of the Trojan War, Odysseus (Matt Damon) heads home.


Tormented by his experiences, Odysseus is determined to bring his men home.


While he is away, his wife Penelope (Anne Hathaway) attempts to ward off a mob of suitors thirsting for Odysseus’s crown. 



The Odyssey took a while to write. On the one hand, my feelings coming out of the screening were pretty solid. But then I started reading other people’s takes, and started doubting my basic takeaways.


This does not always happen, but I do find there is at least one to two films a year that get seized on by the zeitgeist, and I find myself approaching my own writing in a kind of defensive crouch, as though I am afraid of sharing my own opinion. 


In this case, I am a bit agnostic on Christopher Nolan’s movies. I would not say they  have never resonated with me, but I am not rushing out to see every movie (as of this writing I still have not seen Oppenheimer).


I can appreciate some more than others, and I always enjoy watching them on the big screen, but I never go back to them.


After catching Tenet last year, I thought the dam might have broken - I could not follow the intricacies of time travel, but there was something about its scope, messiness and the nihilism of the villain that I got into.


I was trying to think about why I do not like his films that much and it came down to a couple of things: one was Angelica Jade Bastien talking about how limited the female roles are in Nolan’s work.


It made me think about how I sometimes find his characters to feel more functional - not that this is necessarily a bad thing (he casts well) but there are times and films where the character is clearly defined, but in a way that I personally find so clearly defined it can come across as bland. 


Sometimes this does not matter - I think DiCaprio’s character in Inception is not that interesting on his own, but as a piece of the film, it is irrelevant.


I also caught a comment from another critic I enjoy, Jourdain Searles, who ripped the bandaid off and pointed out how ridiculously straightforward Nolan’s thematic concerns are e.g. war is bad. 


This comment, and a second viewing, finally uncorked it for me.


Basically, it is not that deep. I think Nolan is talented, and has a singular vision. But it is not one I want to bury myself in.


The Odyssey feels a bit more my speed.


There is something about how it reckons with the effects of war that resonated - it is fairly straightforward and emotive idea.


The Trojan War, specifically his role in ending it, infects every aspect of Odysseus’s return home.


Even before this moment, the film is occupied with the fallout of the war: Aggememnon murdered, Helen scarred and imprisoned in her own home, and Odysseus’s own trauma, reflected in his visions of Athena (Zendaya) - the only deity we see, for reasons that become clear. 


The film is at its strongest when delivering Odysseus’s final epiphany - his final reconciliation of his actions, and what he must do in restitution.


The set pieces - especially the Cyclops, the giant Laestrygonians - are effective, but I left impressed with the impact of the war, almost more so than the setpieces, and that is important.


Not that I did not enjoy the movie up to that point, but Odysseus is taken with concepts of honour; his gambit with the Trojan Horse violates this code, as well as defying Athena, in whose name it was supposedly in.


The cumulative weight of the Trojan War overshadows the momentary peril of Odysseus’s other adventures: on the re-watch, each of them feel like divine punishments, not just from the gods, but the world. 


The constant paranoia about the people from the sea is really a stand-in. There is an overriding feeling of decline - war has sucked the life out of the Greeks. It was Agamemnon’s venture across the sea which destroyed this civilisation, and Odysseus is doomed for supporting it.


Damon is a welcome central presence, bringing weight, intelligence and frailty.


He is also believable as someone just egotistical enough to screw up (when he shoots the Cyclops). Odysseus’s more headstrong qualities - his desire to save his men, and wrest control of fate away from the gods - come across as earnest expressions of self-belief.


While I was impressed by the visual effects, I am so jaded I was not fully sure of when something was a physical or optical effect.


Scylla was the one disappointment - it appears to be computer-generated, but my major issue is how it (she?) looked. Nolan does not really go for theatricality, but I was underwhelmed by the design - while a camouflaged entity that disguises itself as rocks could be interesting, it comes off as mundane. This is a minor complaint. 


Of the various antagonists, it is Circe’s sequence that stands out.


It is ironic for a movie that has been sold on its spectacle and sense of scale that its most effective set-piece comes down to one actor in one familiar environment.


Morton’s performance is so singular she stands out, even after the cyclops and the giant Laestrygonians. She brings the residue of a history of past pain inflicted by men. In a way, she reflects the trauma of the root of evil that is bringing down this world. 


Most of the other women in this film are spouting exposition (Lupita Nyongo’s Helen) or pushing Odysseus on (Charlize Theron’s Calypso). Their casting works for the movie in terms of presence, but they are the equivalent of non-playable characters in a video game.


By contrast, Samantha Morton is an island into herself. Hers is a knowing performance, filled with weariness and muffled disdain for the repetition of human cruelty.


She was one of the highlights of my first screening, but she really stuck out on my re-viewing.


Another highlight is Melenus - brother of Agamemnon (Benny Safdie) and husband of Helen. Jon Bernthal is so well-cast, bringing an earthy swagger and humor that the film frankly needs. 


While he seems content, there is a void around him. He is the one who got home with everything (his wife and life) he wanted, but he is now hollowed out. 


Safdie’s Agamemnon is barely seen, an almost Vader-like silhouette. The only time he gets a close up is when he is killed - the moment his power is broken.


Page gets a brief but meaty role as Sinon. Usually presented as a traitor in other tellings of the Trojan War, here he is a victim - a poor soldier who only realises how manipulated he is when he is dead.


Robert Pattinson is also fantastic as the slippery suitor Antinous - willing to do whatever it takes for the throne, but not willing to get his own hands dirty.


With Nolan’s work, I always have to account for personal taste. With these kinds of films, I do miss a certain level of theatricality. Based on my vague familiarity with the source, I was expecting more sensuality, although thematically it would not make sense - this is a world sapped of life. 


While it is dour, the movie has some good moments of humour - Corey Hawkins gets a legitimate sight gag, and Elliot Page gets the funniest line in the picture (“Feel free to add some stuff”). 


Overall, an enjoyable watch. While the film is fairly straightforward, I wonder how its success - coming amidst both the industry’s struggles and the US’s seemingly inevitable collapse following its pointless war in Iran - will be viewed in retrospect. 


Related


Tenet


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Malone (Harley Cokeliss, 1987)

Traveling aimlessly after retirement, a former government agent (Burt Reynolds) stumbles into a small town laid siege by a white supremacist (Cliff Robertson), who is intent on turning the area into a training ground for taking over the country.



Along with my beloved Heat (1986), Malone was part of Burt Reynolds’ attempted comeback following his declining popularity in the mid-eighties.


A series of flops - combined with rumours he had AIDS - had put the star on the back-foot, and films like Heat and Malone were part of Reynolds’ strategy to both show his range, and re-assert his credentials as an action star. 


The latter rumours followed the making of City Heat, during which Reynolds suffered a jaw injury which forced him onto a liquid diet. His subsequent weight loss - coming around the same time as Rock Hudson’s death from the disease - would follow him for years. In a contemporaneous interview with the LA Times from 1987, Reynolds was still trying to dispel the rumours (to his credit, he also is at pains to not disparage LGBTQ+ people).


In contrast to the more humorous and self-effacing persona he presented in previous films, Malone is his take on a serious action hero.


From the opening scenes, as David Newman’ elegiac score plays under the credits, Malone plays like Reynolds’ take on the ageing star reckoning with his past ala Eastwood in Unforgiven or, more recently, Hugh Jackman in Logan. 


Like Reynolds, Malone is physically impressive - but he is mortal. He is also racked with regret over his past.


While the film seems set on contending with Reynolds’ reduced stardom, the film does not really work as a meta-commentary: we get a car chase where Malone gratefully gives up the wheel, and that is about it.


The actor himself pointed out the similarities with the western, Shane: a lone gunslinger coming into a community, facing off against a local threat, and moving on. Aside from the character’s background and the contemporary setting, there is not much more to it.


Shorn of his familiar wit and self-awareness, Reynolds’ muted, taciturn performance is still effective - particularly when he explodes into action - but it feels like he is working with a hand tied behind his back, except for one moment:


Reynolds spends the middle act recovering from an injury. This recovery ends when he makes love to Thompson, and he offers a wry, ribald quip that is completely at odds with the character - but totally in keeping with the fun-loving, arched eyebrow of Reynolds in his heyday.


The supporting cast are a mixed bag.


Lauren Hutton - playing fellow secret agent Thompson - is an effective partner for Reynolds. Hutton has a natural poise and intelligence that complements Reynolds. She does not get nearly enough to do - she comes to Malone’s aid, and becomes his love interest, but her role devolves into that of a sacrificial lamb.


Malone’s antagonist, Delaney, is a bit of missed opportunity. Cliff Robertson offsets the characters’ ideology by playing him with calm self-assurance. It is an interesting choice - but it renders him a bit dull. While he orders Malone’s death, the character has no real big moments to cement him as a threat.  While he is not small Robertson lacks the fire and presence to feel like a match for Reynolds.


As an action film, Malone is relatively low-key. It aims for the spareness of a western, before turning up the pyrotechnics for the climax, as Reynolds storms the villains’ compound. 


The one time the film has some juice is also the one time Robertson truly clicks as the villain. 


Surrounded by computers and screens showing neo-Nazi hideouts around the country, Delaney tries to appeal to Malone as a veteran, and as the embodiment of the kind of masculine individualism the white supremacist worships. It is a quiet, unsettling scene, made even more effective by Robertson’s avuncular demeanour. Even with his plans in ruins, Delaney is deluded enough to think he can convert the damaged killer to his side.


It is too little, too late.


Related


Battletruck 


Black Moon Rising


Heat (1986)


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Sunday, 16 August 2026

The James Bond Cocktail Hour: Fast & Furious 6 (Justin Lin, 2013)

Our hosts follow the Fast Family to London as they tangle with a gang of evil doppelgangers.


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The Fast and the Furious

2 Fast 2 Furious 

Fast and the Furious - Tokyo Drift 

Fast & Furious 

Fast Five 

Fast & Furious Six

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Saturday, 25 July 2026

The Mandalorian and Grogu (Jon Favreau, 2026)

Now working for the New Republic, The Mandalorian (Pedro Pascal, Brendan Wayne and Lateef Crowder) is given a new mission: the Hutts have information on a rogue Imperial. In exchange for retrieving Jabba’s son Rotta (Jeremy Allen White), they will reveal his identity. 



I was going to base this review around a gag, but this movie is not worth extending the bit.


The premise was I love Ludwig Goransson’s new album, but hate the two hour (plus) music video that comes with it. 


I missed this movie in theatres. I don’t care about Star Wars and the reviews put me off.


However.


I just finished the second season of Andor and it made me excited. So excited I wanted to check out more nu-Wars.


Oh boy. 


This movie is barely a movie. I would call it a couple of TV episodes stitched together, but I don’t think there is enough here to even qualify for that format.


I have never seen the show. And after this movie, I do not want to.


The Mandalorian does not change.

There is no personal story, nothing to change or affect the relationship between our heroes.


The mission they are on has no stakes whatsoever: 


They have to find a guy; it turns out the contact Mandalorian has made is the guy he is looking for. 


He captures him and returns to the New Republic.


And then the movie goes another direction - Mandalorian loses his helmet and almost dies - but none of it matters.


There is a chunk of the movie where Grogu is on his own, and having to fend off himself - it might be the most effective chunk of the movie, but it does not lead to any change  in their dynamic. 


Jeremy Allen White brings absolutely nothing to the role of Jabba’s son, Rotta.


Despite some decent material (he has been abandoned by his family, enslaved by a gangster), the character gets almost nothing to do. 


He rejects the Mandalorian’s offer of escape because he has found self-worth as a gladiatorial fighter for the cheering public.


There is some potential here for real conflict. 


When the gangster betrays him and pits him in a match against the Mandalorian and other creatures, the audience starts chanting for his death.


The film cannot even do the basic thing of cutting to a close up of Jabba Jr reacting to this, or have him spend the rest of the movie trying to find his self worth without validation (or something).


He just becomes another sidekick.


If this movie is supposed to get people into Star Wars, it fails. If it wants to get new people interested in the TV show it fails.


The movie it reminded me the most of was Supergirl in its failure to set up its characters, or give them any dramatic meat. 


Drama is about conflict and obstacles - both these movies fail to that. 


For would-be crowdpleasers, based around good versus evil, you would think they could manage to come up with something solid. Maybe generic and not pushing the envelope, but what I found so dispiriting is just the lack of effort. 


Here’s hoping Hollywood learns some lessons from their failure, but I will not hold my breath.






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