
A mix this week of stuff that I watched over the festive season and a couple from this week, to start another year of movie watching!
Monday, 13 January 2025 17:20
By Alex Cann @alexbcann
A mix this week of stuff that I watched over the festive season and a couple from this week, to start another year of movie watching!
Marching Powder is a contender for the worst film of 2025 so far for me. Danny Dyer plays Jack Jones, an ageing, down-on-his-luck football hooligan whose marriage is on the rocks as his life spirals out of control. The biggest wonder is that Dani (Stephanie Leonidas) sticks around past the opening scenes. In my book, this is certainly not a film to rush to see on the big screen.
I was fortunate enough to catch a preview screening this week of Flow, the Oscar-winning Latvian animation about a solitary cat caught up in a raging flood and forced to team up with other animals to try and survive the torrent. There's not a single word of dialogue, but this is a mesmerising watch from start to finish. An unlikely alliance is forged between the cat, a capybara, a dog, and a secretary bird, and the film leaves us thinking about climate change, living in the moment, and survival. Clever stuff, and it proves that sometimes you don't need a wordy script to move cinema audiences.
With it being Halloween week, it's worth mentioning that horror has had a rather lucrative year at the cinema, with movies such as The Substance, Terrifier 3 and Smile 2 all delighting audiences and smashing their budgets at the box office.
There's often a debate about whether Die Hard is a Christmas movie. In my book, it absolutely is. It contains four Christmas songs in the soundtrack, the action takes place at a Christmas Eve office party, and both the director and scriptwriter say it is a festive movie.
I find myself at odds with most reviews I've read of Joker: Folie a Deux, as I thoroughly enjoyed it. As the latest edition of The Rest Is Entertainment points out, musicals are very difficult to market. Wonka and Mean Girls are recent examples of musicals where it was pretty well concealed in the trailers, until you went to see them and realised everyone was, er, singing.