Thursday, 28 July 2022

The Last Tourist (2021) Reviewed: Friday, 1st July, 2022.

 James Burgess - The Last Tourist (2021) Dir: Tyson Sadler – International Distributor: Utopia – Running Time: 100 mins.

1st July, 2022.

If you’ve turned on the news within the last few months, you don’t have to channel-hop too long before encountering yet another hot-button story: the latest round of airport chaos, due to horrendous queues at security, and a woefully understaffed amount of personnel.

 It’s one of several all-too familiar scenarios, covered in director Tyson Sadler and producer and contributor Bruce Poon-Tip’s, absolutely fascinating, ever-timely, excellent and unbelievably powerful chronicling of the – at present - very conflicted and deeply pressurised, tourism industry.

Not at all shying away from potential pitfalls as well as timeless glories of holidaymakers experiences, it’s essentially doubling up as both a twin-edged cautionary tale, as well as vitally important testament, to customer responsibility; showcasing and foregrounding a rich compendium of cultures, people, community and commerce – and above all the urgent need for a mutually established dialogue of respect, balance, sustainable intervention, and all of the inhabitant’s welfare - in the face of a great, and far too frequent variety of adversity.

  From the stunning island vistas of Thailand’s pearlescent, azure waters of Koh Phangan – turned effervescently on its head as the sun sets, for its annual whirligig Full-Moon Party – to India’s desolation of great poverty – it’s a superbly constructed, visual tour-de-force – running its own absolutely crucial, uniquely inimitable gamut - between tourism’s various facets of celebration, tribulation and isolation.

    What’s particularly striking throughout this unbelievably astutely executed documentary; is the sheer scale of the global outreach of the travel and tourism industry itself.

Once March 2020’s global pandemic hit; what once served as a colossal source of international revenue was gone. Documentary’s use of found footage succeeds in immersing the audience within the bigger picture with an immediacy that narrative fiction can never hope to replicate. Brilliant panoramic graphics, illustrate virtual maps, cataclysmically changed irrevocably, by the fact that profit margins were instantly eradicated, substituted for even greater infrastructural losses, which preceded to shut down an entirely international industry, overnight.

  Special mention should also go to cinematographer Stephen Chandler Whitehead, who captured over 400 hours of footage with stunning high-definition cameras. The results are simply incomparable.

It’s the incidental imagery that endures the most; those unexpectedly mundane, peppered moments of gentle humour. A favourite is a produce salesman on a moped, who, in transporting just a few too many bananas, comically topples over - as do his deliveries – all in the name of enthusiastic dedication!

  The elephants are the undisputed stars of this particular show, both figuratively and in a way that is shockingly literal. Documented in conditions of both magisterial tranquillity and unbearably abusive hardship – all for the function of supposed ‘entertainment’. These segments of overt animal cruelty are especially affecting, and often extremely difficult to watch. But, that just makes them all the more necessary, because most mass audiences, simply might not know this unacceptable maltreatment exists, whether it be animal, child or the wider human populace.

What’s so interesting, is that it seeks to shine a light on those unsung heroes within tourism - from underpaid waitressing staff, to native loom-weavers. Thankfully, documentaries as great as this, don’t only raise awareness, but by extension, act as a positive force for change – without ever resorting to a lecture.

Inventive shot selection, ranges from voyeuristically high-angled, parasol-strewn beaches, bathed in perpetual custard-bowl-yellow sunshine, to milk-white waterfalls discovered within pockets of near-complete isolation. Chandler Whitehead’s image is always pin-sharp in its clarity - and uncompromisingly clear in its cultural, social and economic messaging. Meaning, messaging that’s not just framed in the form of social media – although its dominance of democratisation is shown too – to fantastic effect. The ubiquitous bubble of instantaneously obtaining affirmation; through the snapshot of a photograph, or the millennial Insta-generation’s unrelenting appetite for self-documenting a ‘like-and-subscribe’ culture - could potentially, be doing tourism as much disservice, as favour. ‘Has travel lost the plot a little?’ one contributor asks. ‘Are we going on holiday, just to take that one perfect shot?’ another poses, presciently.

 Already winning deserving accolades, including The Grand Jury Prize at The 2021 Calgary Film Festival, it deserve as widely theatrical and cinematic a release as it can. These stunning locations really do need to be seen on the biggest screen possible.

Throughout, it proves terrifically to achieve the very rarest of plaudits for a documentary: never taking sides. It neither idolises, nor is detrimental to, its often hard-hitting subject matter. Never feeling like a didactic diatribe, it is instead a sumptuously hypnotic, assuredly comprehensive treatise, on the constantly juxtaposed antithesis between leisure, pleasure, legality, entertainment, economy, preserved connectivity and the immeasurable value of just how far simple acts of kindness can reach, within our often fractured, but also globally enriched - sense of community.

 Travelers changing their collective mindset in order to treat other cultures with mutually professional respect, is this piece’s core value – and it’s beautifully distilled both in its visual language and it’s vocalised opinion. ‘Travellers are pollinators. Travel shouldn’t just be about you, but about what you can offer’. Insightful quotes such as these, sum up this film’s essence, perfectly. Charting an emotional trajectory from unspoiled paradise to polluted chimera, it’s impactfully strong lesson, remains one of balancing the quests for optimum user-experience, sustainability and accountability – with an aim for these to co-exist as harmoniously as possible.

The soundtrack also helps greatly, with Heidi Webster’s hopeful end credits parable: Wander, adding to the concluding, but rarely conclusive, sense of optimism.

Long may documentary; a fascinatingly difficult and vastly underappreciated genre - continue to help tourism, by not least making many more films every bit as brilliant, necessary and memorable as this one.

 

   Rating: * * * *







Saturday, 16 April 2022

Diana (2013)

 September 2013

Cert: 12A / 113 mins.

It’s the near-impossible task of double-Oscar-Nominated actress Naomi Watts to portray Princess Diana. There’s a deep level of strong, opinionated controversy surrounding this movie and its been almost universally critically panned – but when you judge it on its own terms – not in terms of dismissing it for its inaccuracies, and such woefully clichéd dialogue, it’s still a very singular, powerful and memorable character study.

 

Naomi Watts (it was Jessica Chastain originally, but scheduling conflicts for Zero Dark Thirty reportedly intervened), is very good as Diana, in a hugely emotional, uncanny performance; worthy of an Oscar, despite its terrible critical reception, and at best, middling to moderate box office. Watts is particularly good at conveying the brittle, edgy more erratically impulsive side to Diana’s immense humanity – as an incalculably famous figure, under immeasurable scrutiny, quietly containing wells of subtle restraint. 

 

I was far less enamoured with the love story that seemed put-upon, outdated and uninteresting. What was absolutely fascinating to me though, were two other elements: the scenes with her public appearances, speeches, and beautiful locations and costumes – all elegantly designed by production designer Kave Quinn.

 

Particularly striking, are these elaborately reconstructed scenes which are now iconic, such as the infamous (and subsequently disgraced), Martin Bashir interview, staged paparazzi photography of Diana sitting on the edge of the diving board on the yacht, or, most chillingly, the cinematographically rich very first shot is an eerily panoramic one; of hurried night-time preparation, in that fateful hotel in Paris. Director of the much-acclaimed Downfall, Oliver Herschbeigel, increases the level of atmosphere tenfold, by ominously getting rid of almost all the sound completely, as, crucially, she seems to stop, considering staying, leaving us with a rotoscopic backwards pan, and only a muffled, relentless humdrum; it succeeds in a relentlessness of intensity, of what it must be like to be the hounded subject of endless tabloid flashbulbs – even on a shopping trip which descends into utter chaos.

 

As with Thomas Newman’s score for The Iron Lady, this score by David Holmes is simple and urgent, when it suddenly emerges in desperate bursts.

 

Rating:  * * *




Sunday, 27 March 2022

 

2022 Awards Season

There’s a rich, exciting and extremely versatile slate of films this year – it’s certainly a more mainstream crop than last year’s muted, movement-conscious affair, whose BAFTA members snubbed everyone from Gary Oldman to David Fincher – I’ll never understand what they had against the magnificent Mank.

This year there’s the divisive but incredibly sharp Don’t Look Up, Del Toro’s magnificent referential noir pulp Nightmare Alley, Aaron Sorkin’s languid but terrific and very underrated Lucille Ball biopic, Being The Ricardos, with Nicole Kidman’s committed (if not entirely aesthetically uncanny; or nearly as hilarious as the real Lucille was), and Javier Bardem magnificent as her increasingly persecuted husband and collaborator Desi Arnez. Both are Oscar nominated – neither will win – the film proving either critically divisive or just middling. There are two more excellent powerhouse performances, from Jessica Chastain and Andrew Garfield in the beautifully costumed, fascinating vitally beguiling, and equally divisive The Eyes Of Tammy Faye. There’s also Wes Anderson’s delightful ode to anthropological journalism, in the idiosyncratic oddity that is The French Dispatch. It seems didactic to say, but it once again exercises a truly unique clockwork precision, that is inimitably him.



FRENCH DISPATCH – SMITH RAFAEL FILM CENTER

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


















Though inexplicably not nominated for playing Tammy’s morally duplicitous husband Jim Bakker, Garfield is also a little bit of an outsider’s favourite, to win the best actor Oscar on 27th March, for his full throttle performance as creative whirlwind Jonathan Larson in Lin Manual Miranda’s musical on Netflix: Tick, Tick, Boom.

I’ll discuss who might win, who should’ve been nominated - and the reasoning behind Hollywood’s biggest night’s continuing decline in popularity, both critically and with its viewership.

 

 


Supporting Actress – The 3 That Got Away.



















 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Matrix Resurrections and Eternals – The snubbed blockbusters.