Showing posts with label crime capers. Show all posts
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Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Weird, wild (and sometimes bloody) fun: Hadi Hajaig's nutty caper comedy, BLUE IGUANA


At the beginning of TrustMovies' viewing experience of BLUE IGUANA, the new humorous heist film from British writer/director Hadi Hajaig, he thought, Oh, god -- this is going to be just too cute, ridiculous and heavy-handed to even finish: a clashing combo of American and British accents and humor so off-the-wall, it's practically out the window. But then -- and faster than he would ever have expected -- the movie began to win him over. Completely. By the end he and his spouse were treasuring every moment. What a pleasure it can be when a film starts so "iffily" and then seduces you utterly.

If you appreciate bizarre and over-the-top performances, nicely completed by quieter, more grounding ones from the two romantic leads, along with a set design and "look" that are sometimes knock-your-socks-off spectacular, this may be the entertainment you crave. And on the big screen, too: art direction like this deserves to be seen in large proportion.

This kind of film is very difficult to pull off, but Mr. Hajaig (shown at left) has certainly managed it.  Here is crazy, gorgeous, blood-spattered hilarity -- with terrific performances from an entire cast.

Blue Iguana is the sort of movie in which, I kid you not, matricide will have never seemed so funny. Nor deserved.

The plot, which, to go too far into would simply confuse the reader, involves a couple of American pals -- Sam Rockwell and Ben Schwartz (above, right and left, respectively) recently released from prison, who are asked (in a kind of combo of plea and blackmail) by a prim and mousy little British girl (Phoebe Fox, below, in what - were this not a small indie film -- would be a breakout performance) to assist her in an illegal money-making project back in England.

They do and, in the process, get involved with an array of bizarre and very funny characters and situations, the likes of which neither they nor we have much seen. Even in crazy caper comedies like this one.

There is plenty of violence and bloodshed, but this is all done with such over-the-top humor and disarray, that you will most likely find your self laughing instead of averting your eyes. Really: you won't want to miss all the fun.

That fun includes a character actor I've often seen but until this

memorable role not really been able to recall: Peter Ferdinando (above), who plays a nutjob named Deacon Bradshaw, whose mother (a grand turn by Amanda Donohoe) proves even nuttier and nastier. Roles like this don't come around all that often for most actors, and Mr. Ferndinando gives it all that it deserves and then a bit more.

Lovely supporting turns come from everyone from Simon Callow to Frances Barber, Peter Polycarpou and Al Weaver, and the movie simply grows crazier and funnier as it moves along.

Ms Fox gets one of those ugly-duckling-to-swan moments that will give you a nice gasp, while Mr. Rockwell, in only his second screen appearance since his "Oscar" win, is reliably terrific. Using his intuitive knack for a combo of humor and gravitas, he keeps the film somehow grounded, while all around him (except the lovely Ms Fox) are going bananas.

Mr. Schwartz (above) turns weird into something kind of wonderful, and the movie's playful nods to so many other movies register as sweet fun instead of seeming merely aren't-we-clever. Mr. Hajaig's understanding of how nearly everyone wants to be, see or know an actor is put to delightful use, too, in a finale that could hardly be cuter or more on the nose.

 If I'm over-praising this little trifle, it's only because I had such a good time. Give Blue Iguana even half a chance, and I think you will, too.

From Screen Media Films and running 100 minutes, the movie opens this Friday, August 24, in New York City at the Village East Cinema and in Los Angeles at Laememle's Monica Film Center. To see all  currently scheduled playdates, cities and theaters, click here and scroll down. Simultaneously with the theatrical release, the film will also hit VOD.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Stream the Michael Hoffman/Coen Bros' GAMBIT and discover the comedic abilities of Colin Firth


TrustMovies has run warm and cool to the films of Michael Hoffman -- liking some (Restoration and Some Girls) and disliking others (The Last Station). But I find no excuse for the reception -- a bare theatrical run that provoked a pretty terrible critical drubbing -- to this remake, GAMBIT, which turns out to be quite a charming little lark about art and connivance. While the original was nothing to write home about, the new version gives a very fine actor, Colin Firth the chance to prove himself an excellent comedian in that rarely-seen-anymore deadpan British style.

The screenplay (from Joel and Ethan Coen) is smart and genuinely interesting as it explores everything from fine art and the art of scamming to the current job market and a highly unusual new security system. Cameron Diaz (above), a game and more-versatile-than-you-think actress, is charming and funny as the Texas lady who must be included in the con, while those fine British actors Alan Rickman (above) and Tom Courtenay (below, right) are used wisely, too.

It's Firth, however, who shines brightest. His singular ability to bring absolute, unwavering, British stiff-upper-lip-hood to each and every scene -- including one hilarious and hugely extended set piece in which he parades around in his underwear, still managing to keep that lip and all else intact -- is enormously funny in a way Ive seen no other actor manage it in a long while. (That scene, by the way, includes the only fart joke in a film that's actually works in a manner that subverts its own crassness.) Firth is a small miracle here, and you really must catch his act.

The much-vaunted "chemistry" that critics felt did not exist between the two stars does not exist for good reason. Instead, Firth and Diaz feint and parry, all the while trying to determine what the other really wants. The spark that indeed exists is kept from bursting into anything stronger so that we and they can enjoy the ever-changing "game."  When, at last, we realize how it is to be for these two characters, the moment is beautifully rendered by both actors. Can British reserve and American openness ever truly bond?  If not right now, maybe someday.

As director, Mr Hoffman serves the Coens' smart screenplay well, while giving the actors their rein to deliver what they do best. Everyone wins, especially us viewers. You can catch Gambit now via Netflix streaming and elsewhere, as well as on DVD.