Monday, 21 October 2019

Young Winston

Cast: Simon Ward, Anne Bancroft, and Robert Shaw

Director: Richard Attenborough

157 minutes (PG) 1972
Powerhouse / Indicator
Blu-ray region B
[Released 28th October]

Rating: 4/10
Review by J.C. Hartley

I remember seeing an interview between Sir Ralph Richardson and Bernard Levin, in which Sir Ralph recalled a play he appeared in early in his acting career. At one point during the performance someone had called out from somewhere in the auditorium: “Is there a doctor in the house?” There was a pause, and then the reply came: “Yes, I’m a doctor.” Following this initial exchange, the original questioner concluded: “Doctor, isn’t this an awful play!” Without the benefit of a General Practitioner handy, I had to sit through this cinematic travesty alone. This really is an awful film.

I see from Wikipedia that Young Winston was one of the most popular films of 1972 at the UK box office, and one can only conclude that this was down to clever marketing and the residual affection for Winston Churchill himself in the hearts of the British people. Director Richard Attenborough, in an interview - ‘Reflections Of A Director’, included here as an extra, notes that despite being opposed to Churchill politically, he believes that WW2 could not have been won without him. This is how a lot of people feel, and despite the revisionism of later historical scholarship pointing out many of Churchill’s flaws, and some arguably reprehensible acts, it is hard to hold that against him. I feel the same way about John Wayne. 


Those of us with parents and indeed grandparents who lived through the Second World War will already be aware of the gratitude that Attenborough expresses, and inevitably something of Churchill’s stature and reputation impressed itself upon our generation. Arguably, Churchill was a politician in the right place at the right time. Because if the War hadn’t happened, then, rather like his father Lord Randolph Churchill, he would have remained a footnote in political history, such are the fine margins at play. This takes nothing away from his achievement in leading the nation in war.

The film is effectively, and literally in this uncut version, presented in two parts. Part one deals with Churchill’s (Simon Ward) young life and his relationship with his parents, his father the political maverick Lord Randolph (Robert Shaw), and his mother the former American socialite Jennie Jerome (Anne Bancroft). Part two of the film deals with some of the young Churchill’s military exploits, and his early political career. In ‘Camel Blues’, assistant director William P. Cartlidge, who says that the film wasn’t a success, suggests that Attenborough and writer/ producer Carl Foreman had different visions about the film that they wanted to make. Foreman, who had High Noon (1952), The Bridge On The River Kwai (1957), and The Guns Of Navarone (1967), on his writing credits, wanted to make an action movie; Attenborough was interested in a film about fathers and sons.  Attenborough, in his own interview, says that it is biography that interests him. Sadly, as a hybrid, neither vision of the film works, although perhaps as a straight-forward action flick it might have stood a chance.


Attenborough praises Foreman’s screenplay and script, but some of the dialogue is stiff and unrealistic and has a consequent effect on the performances. That wonderful actress Bancroft seems in the grip of a particularly uncomfortable bout of constipation throughout. Foreman was apparently very impressed with Attenborough’s work on Oh! What A Lovely War (1969) and some sequences in the film appear to be attempting the same stylistic approach. As Kitchener, John Mills struts and marches about in precisely the same manner as he was required to do as Sir Douglas Haig in the earlier film, to the extent that one half expects him to play leapfrog or burst into song. 

More bizarre is the insertion of three stylised ‘interviews’ in which a supercilious ‘voice off’ interrogates Lord Randolph, Lady Churchill, and Winston himself. Alternatively sycophantic and accusatory this unseen interviewer pitches somewhere between the Today programme and Hello! magazine. The interview with Lady Churchill is the weirdest. She has already learned from medical specialists that her husband has an STD that will lead to General Paralysis of the Insane, if the audience are in any doubt as to the diagnosis the doctors ask Lady Churchill when she last had ‘relations’ with her husband, declaring ‘Thank God!’ when she tells them it has not been for some time. 


In the interview, the interlocutor demands to know details of Lord Randolph’s final illness, she attempts to leave and his parting shot is that surely in this day and age there is no mystery about syphilis. Quite what these interviews are intended to achieve is never clear, but they do hint at the film that might have been, an approach such as that seen in Oh! What A Lovely War might just have worked. Young Winston, despite appearing in 1972, seems like a film from a previous era compared to Oh! What A Lovely War. Just four years later, in 1976, BBC2 presented a stylised version of the life of Major-General Orde Wingate with the excellent Barry Foster, partly driven by budgetary constraints that production showed what might be achieved by an almost Brechtian approach to narrative.


There are some effective scenes in Young Winston, Lord Randolph Churchill’s final speech in Parliament when he is already in serious mental decline due to his illness, and an exciting sequence where a military train containing the young Churchill is ambushed leading to his capture by the Boers. Simon Ward in his break-out role is generally very good, and certainly self-assured, but did Churchill’s voice really have his distinctive growling tones at the age of 27 when he entered Parliament? 


The film is too long, too slow, particularly in the first half, and as noted seems to belong to a previous era of film-making. I’m not suggesting I can detect the magic hand of the Illuminati here, but one does wonder why this has been released on Blu-ray at this particular moment of time. Will it be the best-seller in the Brexit Party’s Christmas wish-list on Amazon? Perhaps before the old statesman is co-opted by today’s union flag-waving swivel-eyed lunatics and chancers they should examine his liberal position on immigration. 


There is an extensive selection of extras on the disc. An audio-only of a John Player Lecture from 1971, with critic Dilys Powell interviewing Attenborough, and - bizarrely - the film starts playing with audio only. The cast and crew interviews are Attenborough’s ‘Reflections Of A Director’, Simon Ward in ‘A National Hero Brought To Life’, assistant director William P. Cartlidge in ‘Camel Blues’, and second-unit director Brian Cook in ‘Stars And Sand’, particularly praising Attenborough’s ability in casting minor parts. Stuntman Vic Armstrong explains how they had to rent 300 horses for six months and train infantrymen in North Africa as cavalry, John Richardson talks about special effects and the train ambush sequence which was filmed in Wales, in ‘Fires In The Sky’, and make-up artist Robin Grantham explains his role in ‘Making It Up’. Other extras are deleted scenes, amateurish footage from the US premiere at the Chinese Theatre in Hollywood, the theatrical trailer, a gallery of stills, lobby cards and posters, and the souvenir brochure.

Wednesday, 9 October 2019

Godzilla: King Of The Monsters

Cast: Kyle Chandler, Vera Farmiga, and Millie Bobby Brown

Director: Michael Dougherty    

132 minutes (12) 2019
Warner Bros 4K Ultra HD  
[Released 14th October]

Rating: 8/10
Review by Christopher Geary

This sequel begins with a prologue in San Francisco, 2014 - where the Russell family lose their young son in the city’s ruins. Five years later, Dr Emma Russell (Vera Farmiga) is a top scientist working in China, where Mothra hatches and communicates with humans via Emma’s ORCA invention, much to the delighted amazement of Emma’s daughter Madison (Millie Bobby Brown, Stranger Things). Angelic scene-stealer Mothra transforms from that larval caterpillar and later cocoon to become a glowingly beautiful insectoid queen of this Monsterverse, a goddess of re-minted mythology. Young Maddy’s dysfunctional dad Mark Russell (Kyle Chandler, First Man), is recruited by highly secretive organisation ‘Monarch’, and he’s flown to their Castle Bravo base under an off-shore platform, in Bermuda, where Mark confronts Godzilla, the giant beast that killed his son.


These kaiju entities and other Lovecraftian creatures, named Titans, are wholly protected by the varied science heroes of Monarch, but also hunted by soldiers whose leader, Jonah (Charles Dance), appears ruthless enough to capture civilian hostages in eager pursuit of profits from exotic DNA samples. Buried in Antarctica, ‘monster zero’ Ghidorah, the ‘alien’ dragon with three-heads, is freed after destroying a huge scientific base so that the beast effectively rules that continent, before a siren bid for global domination. Emerging from a volcano in Mexico, winged ‘fire-demon’ Rodan generates mini-hurricanes in its wake. The Monarch mother-ship Argo is a flying aircraft-carrier, launching fighter-jet squadrons and Osprey transports, while following legends and myths as a moral compass in a fluid state of doomed competition or urgent co-operation for desperate mankind’s ongoing struggles against nature.


Godzilla: King Of The Monsters has a fine supporting cast, including Ken Watanabe as Dr Serizawa - dispensing fortune-cookie wisdom, Ziyi Zhang as Dr Chen - ably explaining the Titans’ history, David Strathairn as Admiral Stenz - rallying the US military, and Sally Hawkins as Dr Graham. The generic influence of earlier Transformers and Jurassic World franchises is especially and clearly effective in this epic production. Various grandly scaled action sequences have comparatively tiny humans as hapless participants or, more often, merely as helpless bystanders, sometimes killed by just a quick, casual nudge from titanic curiosity, or a withering blast from their storm-force breathing.


A submarine journey into the underworld, in a hollow-Earth scenario, finding the ruins of an ancient civilisation, and the revelations of Godzilla’s secret lair adds further themes to this comprehensive collection of iconic fantasy and sci-fi disaster elements. Boston serves as ground-zero for waves of mighty monster appearances and the climactic battles. Delivering a balance of nightmarish thrills, big-fun adventures, and enough giant mayhem to challenge Hollywood absurdism like Pacific Rim (2013), while paying honestly compelling tributes to the Japanese Toho formula is an extraordinary pure trick. With its magnificent combination of rewarding human-scale dramas and some massively destructive widescreen-quality visual effects, Godzilla 2 pulls off its winning saga of heroic new dimensions in this enduring legacy of awesome super-species cinema, built upon the unlimited scope and scale of wonderfully child-like imaginations.


This 4K Ultra HD edition showcases powerful symbolism, alongside magnificent spectacle, so there’s more than sufficient chills and joys to satisfy even the most jaded of monster-movie fans. The bonus Blu-ray disc’s extras include: Monsters 101, Evolution Of Titans, Monarch In Action, and etc. with multi-part featurettes exploring an impressive creativity and technical works involved in realising these gigantic stars, each one meticulously designed to match the human characters played by a capable and talented cast.


Adam Wingard’s Godzilla vs. Kong is due in March 2020.

Tuesday, 1 October 2019

Suspiria

Cast: Dakota Johnson, Tilda Swinton, and Mia Goth    

Director: Luca Guadagnino    

153 minutes (18) 2018
Mubi Blu-ray region B
[Released 7th October]

Rating: 9/10
Review by Christopher Geary

A lavish remake of and homage to Dario Argento’s classic horror from 1977, this lengthy drama is set in the 1970s, pointedly evoking that era of Argento’s early work. Taking its inspiration from Argento’s trilogy of movies about a coven of powerful witches known as ‘Three Mothers’ - the superior Inferno (1980) followed the original Suspiria, while garish gore-fest Mother Of Tears (2007) attempted a belated finale - director Luca Guadagnino and his screen-writer David Kajganich have ably constructed a masterpiece of diabolically matriarchal terrors and absurdly extremist feminism.


This new version of Suspiria explores a compelling psycho-sexual and apocalyptic plot, with ambitious detailing and expression of its esoteric themes related to eldritch sorcery and grossly physical transformation. Suspicious but apparently unconnected events have profoundly bizarre links. A victim of supernatural ‘puppetry’ suffers grisly contortions that end with agonising death. Guadagnino winningly recreates the ominous atmospherics of Argento’s Suspiria, but his revisionist approach means its genre pitch and cinematic verve owes even deeper debts to Zulawski’s weird-SF shocker Possession (1981), where the spectre of impending social apocalypse and a tentacled manifestation of uneasily erotic disturbance was specifically coupled to Cold War anxieties.


Frankly, this is a far superior genre production to any of the horror movies, such as Giallo (2009), and Dracula 3D (2012), that Argento has made recently. His last good effort was Sleepless (2001), and his last great movie was probably The Stendhal Syndrome (1996). Guadagnino’s Suspiria is well composed as a stupendously grotesque shocker even if, or especially when, it is considered as a remake.


Set in the divided city of Berlin, the six ‘acts’ of Guadagnino’s Suspiria begin with distraught student Patricia (Chloe Grace Moretz) visiting elderly shrink, Dr Klemperer, before she is reported to have disappeared. Arriving from the USA, nervous and wholly alienated Susie (Dakota Johnson) joins the Markos dance company, where she meets Sara (Mia Goth), considered a good ‘ambassador’ for the busy troupe. Rehearsals by the dancers for their Volk show continue, directed by Miss Blanc (one of three roles played brilliantly by Tilda Swinton), despite an emotional meltdown where Patricia’s troubled stand-in Olga denounces the women’s group as a “box of rabies”.


Fleeing the studio, poor tearful Olga is attacked by invisible forces and she’s broken like a rag-doll in a disturbing sequence of brutality that foreshadows ghastly abuses in the climactic scenes. Here, words and gestures by the Markos matrons - including Renee Soutendijk as Miss Huller - combine with surrealistic montages in dreams of agonising punishments, clearly signifying a gathering of overwhelming terrors hidden from view in reality, but not from second-sight. Shadows of Nazi atrocities linger, as if to prepare for a destiny of unwelcome return, as the practiced rhythm of jumping dancers echo like the approaching noisy menace of marching boots, as Blanc instructs Susie in the particulars of performing arts, with obvious pretensions about ‘poetry in motion’ striving to become darkly magical spells.


Architecture looms over people, hooks stab human flesh, and vague reflections mimic ghosts. Discovering the hidden rooms of a witchcraft archive, a dungeon of maddening screams with zombified victims unveils a devilish conspiracy for an impending explosive advent of hell on Earth, and Klemperer explains to baffled innocent Sara: “You can give someone your delusion... That’s religion. That was the Reich.” Radical choreography is presented as a clockwork battle-plan by the coven’s witches. Whispering by huddled dancers rises to a theatrical chant. A robotic performance of Volk rituals has the girls wearing rope outfits like severed puppet-strings, or bloody entrails. The movie’s haunting score from Thom Yorke (of Radiohead), reportedly drawing upon avant-garde Krautrock styles, adds many uncanny chills to already brooding visuals.


Telepathy and possession work together in this fusion of weird sci-fi and occult horrors. Jessica Harper, the star of Argento’s Suspiria, has a fine cameo role. Female supremacy is depicted as a psychic war of will-powers, although the witches in action still sometimes fall prey to cackling stereotypes, prone to humiliating men. Guadagnino’s Suspiria evokes a grisly biologic of death and inhuman immortality, with violent splatter effects outdoing the censor-baiting excesses of previous gothic horrors about witchcraft, including works by Mario Bava, Ken Russell, and Argento himself. This is a brand new classic of its type, with formidably terrifying images designed with compositional skills to withstand a batch of repeat viewings, probably necessary in order to fully appreciate the artistic filmmaker’s authentic genius.


Thursday, 19 September 2019

Kursk: The Last Mission

Cast: Matthias Schoenaerts, Lea Seydoux, and Colin Firth

Director: Thomas Vinterberg

117 minutes (12) 2018
Signature Blu-ray region B

Rating: 8/10
Review by Donald Morefield  

A European production in English, directed by Danish film-maker Thomas Vinterberg, this is a disaster movie based upon a true story about Russian submarine tragedy in August 2000. Kursk: The Last Mission (aka: The Command) starts with a wedding sequence in a smaller home-video styled frame-ratio, that only expands to a widescreen format after 17 minutes, when the sub departs from port. It embarks on a Northern Fleet exercise, monitored closely and with great concern by Royal Navy officers, in a British intelligence department led by Commodore Russell (Colin Firth, The King’s Speech, and Kingsman spoof movies), who is duly alarmed when the nuclear-powered vessel sinks in the Barents Sea.


With a name that sounds like ‘cursed’, perhaps the Russian ‘Kursk’ was always a doomed boat. A faulty and over-heated torpedo aboard for test-firing explodes, and the damaged sub drops onto the seabed. The secondary detonations of several warheads destroys the boat’s forward section. Among the surviving mariners, Mikhail (Matthias Schoenaerts, spy drama Red Sparrow), struggles to maintain discipline in a panicky crew, awaiting rescue. Back at home, his pregnant wife Tanya (French star Lea Seydoux, best known for Bond blockbuster Spectre), demands answers from shamefully secretive Russian officials, in a grim tale of technical negligence, prejudiced stupidity, and melancholic failure.


In our current international era of bureaucratic suspicion and territorial military paranoia, Kursk delivers an ethical and heartfelt message that compassionate behaviour nowadays is usually an act of extraordinary bravery. Despite a few differences from the actual millennial events, and a focus on emotive suffering rather than the simply practical considerations of political cooperation and military opposition, this picture offers a sterling drama of humanity under extreme conditions where loss of life might have been avoided. 


Pride and patriotic fervour always count for nothing when there’s not a shred of dignity or honour in meaningless death. Seeing those children, now fatherless, refusing to shake hands with obstinate Russian admiral Petrenko (a formidable presence, 90-year-old Max von Sydow here brings heavyweight credentials), delivers an instantly engaging and moving tribute with the effective power of painfully silent resentment in social protest.


Sunday, 15 September 2019

Project X

Cast: Christopher George, Greta Baldwin, and Monte Markham

Director: William Castle  

97 minutes (12) 1968
101 Films Blu-ray region B

Rating: 6/10
Review by Steven Hampton

Based on two novels, The Artificial Man (1865), and Psychogeist (1966), by British author L.P. Davies, low-budget sci-fi thriller Project X concerns the fate of American spy Hagen Arnold (Christopher George). Frozen over a century ago, Hagen is revived from cryogenic sleep because he might know top-secret answers to new threats against the systemically idealised, but certainly not utopian, year 2118, a shiny era that seems rather more like a glum variation of Brave New World than anything visionary, released at the same time as Kubrick’s classic 2001: A Space Odyssey.


“The west will be destroyed in 14 days!”


Because Hagen suffered amnesia on his last mission, 21st century authorities re-create a 1960s farmstead in their efforts to fool ‘Alan’ (alias, Hagen) into believing he has awoken 150 years in their past. They scheme to frame him for a crime and brutally control all of his behaviour and thoughts, whether he’s unconscious or in a nervous but waking state. Identity crisis is a common sci-fi movie trope and it’s often - as is the case here - coupled with hi-tech gimmicks that result in a mind-bending influence. Tricked into believing that he’s just a crook in a hideout after a robbery, Alan undergoes mind-controlling delusions in holograms that somehow unleash a repressed monster from the Id. Hagen’s troubled mind strikes with uncanny psychic energies prone to weird manifestation and terrifyingly defensive violence.


Gallea (Monte Markham, best known for bionic TV episode The Seven Million Dollar Man) provides a fly-in-the-ointment sub-plot as a deadly terrorist, who is apparently the victim of a Manchurian Candidate-styled subterfuge to release a lethal plague. Character-actor Keye Luke plays the impeccably inscrutable face of Sino-Asian menace. Although widely acknowledged as the king of cinema gimmicks, William Castle directs this drama clumsily but not without some special appeal for aficionados of novelty effects. There are several animated sequences to imbue this spy-fi with psychedelic visuals that, clearly, must have saved the production a fortune on large-scale special effects work designed to show us a convincingly designed techno-futurism.


A disembodied brain in a laboratory tank is scanned to recover its 'lost' secret knowledge, and yet, even after the advent of computers, nobody here appears to envision a virtual reality scenario emerging from this development. A happy-ending of sorts, although it will seem almost campy and quasi-satirical now), is devised by amoral science, and tacked on to alleviate any story-telling anxieties that might remain. Project X is quiet profoundly guilty of doing ‘science fiction’ like without due care and attention to necessarily important details - such as logic and extrapolation. Castle’s curio is an oddity, with genre aspects explored to better effect, and greater merits, in other more valued movies.


Monday, 26 August 2019

Under The Silver Lake

Cast: Andrew Garfield, Riley Keough, and Topher Grace   

Director: David Robert Mitchell

140 minutes (15) 2018
Mubi DVD Region 2

Rating: 8/10
Review by Peter Schilling

A comedy-drama with specific elements of Hitchcockian noir, Under The Silver Lake is also an atypical rom-com offering, embedded with general themes of lazily modern Californian romanticism. Slacker Sam (Andrew Garfield, The Amazing Spider-Man) spies on his topless neighbour, and beats up little kids for vandalising his car. He has dreams of cannibalism but can’t pay his rent. Sam drives around town, where a notorious dog-killer is on the loose. He follows three girls who meet a cosplay pirate, and encounters a spectral beauty. While he’s evading a phantom stalker, Sam is sprayed by a skunk, and unfortunately, that anti-social stink never quite goes away.


“Why do you have dog-biscuits in your pocket?”


Sam admires a comic-zine of urban mystery and reconstituted folklore. Vital clues are found in cheesy trivia. UTSL is an astute composition of conspiracy theory, delusional weirdo characters, clever zeitgeist surfing, contenders from across Hollywood history, and quirky tragicomic ambiguities. David Robert Mitchell (director of cult psycho-horror movie It Follows, 2014), strives eagerly for craftsmanship values, and his ability to blend varied influences results in a picture that’s far more than just the sum of its parts. A few inspirationally David Lynchian moments are outstanding. Other pop-culture examples are decoded but re-mastered for ironic effect. Some odd conceptual stuff seems out of Martin Scorsese’s off-beat After Hours (1985), and bits of Terry Gilliam’s Fisher King (1991) are lurking about, here and there, determining unexpected tones and off-kilter content.



Jesus and his vampire brides might know something about a missing woman that our scruffy hero is clumsily searching for. Media images stolen for a celebratory recycling become refreshed for relevance far beyond their original meanings, now locked away in confused memory. The finale concerns a doomsday cult taking refuge underground from a seemingly inevitable apocalypse. More like a fascinating curio of Americana than any kind of cultural excavation or an intriguing expose, UTSL still has undeniably abundant charm and revels frequently in its joyful mystique.



Sunday, 18 August 2019

Hellboy

Cast: David Harbour, Milla Jovovich, and Ian McShane

Director: Neil Marshall

121 minutes (15) 2019
Lions Gate 4K Ultra HD
[Released 19th August]

Rating: 8/10
Review by Steven Hampton

Beginnings are often terrible, sometimes wonderful, and usually tricky things to get just right. Hellboy starts in the familiar mode of standard prologue, with a narration by Ian McShane - introducing us to the Dark Ages, and noting that it was called so for “a fucking good reason.” This is a quip that establishes the movie’s tone almost perfectly. It’s not edgy, but it is funny. If you cannot laugh or chuckle or, at least, smile at this acidic intro then it’s unlikely that you will enjoy the rest of this movie’s remarkably revisionist efforts to be more faithful to its Dark Horse comic-book source material.


A superhero in the mould of the Hulk, and especially like the Thing, of the Fantastic Four, Hellboy (created in 1994 by Mike Mignola) is a demonic orphan with sawn-off horns and a stone hand, who is adopted by secret agent Professor Broom (Ian McShane), after he foils Nazi plans to raise something devilish, and therefore presumably evil, straight from the Underworld, to be a WMD in WW2. Hellboy is guided away from his obvious heritage as a cross-breed substitute or hybrid-alternative anti-Christ, because of his human upbringing. His monstrous appearance conflicts with ethical choices and sympathetic humanity as the basic morality of his indomitably antiheroic character is derived from old-as-time arguments about whether it’s nature or nurture that makes a person who (or what) they are.


“Destiny... stupid word for coincidence.”


Professor Broom, the leader of the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defence (BPRD), sends Hellboy to England, where he’s invited to join a mythical Wild Hunt for giants on the rampage, but our hero is betrayed. Alice (Sasha Lane, American Honey) is a psychic medium who helps Hellboy when the Professor later teams him with super-soldier Major Daimio (Daniel Dae Kim, TV’s Lost, Hawaii Five-0 remake), although his confrontations with the Blood Queen (Milla Jovovich), an immortal witch dismembered by King Arthur and Merlin, result in daring super-heroics that are actually fusions of gory action, wryly composed comedy, and fantastic visions of apocalyptic mayhem.


Neil Marshall, the maker of Dog Soldiers (2002), The Descent (2005), and under-rated actioner Doomsday (2008), churns up fairy-tales, dread folklore, gothic moods, fabulous beasts, and grotesque curses, to show us that fighting evil is an intrinsically dirty business. From witching-hour nightmares on Pendle Hill, and Baba Yaga’s chicken-legged house, to encounters with a talkative fairy-boar changeling, and Mexican vampirism (recalling From Dusk Till Dawn), Hellboy runs through an impressive series of supernatural threats which establishes a varied rogues’ gallery of enemy forces, in formal sketches if not as finished portraits. This brisk pacing works very much in the movie’s favour. So, don’t worry if you dislike like any particular monster, there will be another weird one along in just a few minutes.


The original Hellboy (2004) movie, adapted/ directed by Guillermo del Toro, and starring Ron Perlman, was basically a clever blend of sci-fi and fantasy, with moments of humour more like Marvel’s recent epics of superhero cinema. This remake or reboot (if you prefer that term), is quite definitely - and rather defiantly of this decade’s seemingly inevitable trends - a fantasy-horror adventure. If, as David Harbour has reportedly said, this darker version of Hellboy ‘failed’ to match the ‘chocolaty’ appeal of DC, or Avengers, brands, it’s because the richer flavouring here is too boozy for mainstream success. There’s no sex or drugs (like in Deadpool), but this year’s Hellboy certainly is a big rock ‘n’ roll movie, so it deserves to be appreciated for its own grisly, grimly comedic merits, and not unfairly dismissed, or simply ignored, just because it’s not a copycat of its genre predecessors.