Way back in the autumn festival phase, it seemed like Rowan Joffe’s update of “Brighton Rock” might have some kind of awards presence, as praise trickled out of Toronto for breakout star Andrea Riseborough. Things went deadly quiet around the film, however, when no US distributor stepped forward.
A month later, when it had its homeland premiere at the London Film Festival, I learned the reason for the silence: Joffe’s film is a badly botched attempt to recast Graham Greene’s stark moral thriller as a swinging youth nostalgia piece. I might have let my disappointment show a little in my review:
[S]carcely a potential avenue for error has been left unexplored here, as the film’s self-conscious (and technically over-egged) noir stylings bristle against a clearly overworked script that fidgets to no effect with Greene’s plotting, with a cast that never coalesces floating somewhere amid the wreckage.
Gaspar Noé’s 
At Toronto today, a hand handful of distribution-seeking films hit and one potential cult favorite found a home. Let’s dig in…
I want to take a moment amid this typical distribution announcement to offer a big congrats to my friends Aaron Katz, Ben Stambler and Brendan McFadden, director and producers of SXSW sensations
Do you live in New York? Lucky you. I say that for many reasons, but chief among them right now is that you can attend this weekend’s
London is in the midst of a postal strike. No mail, be it far-flung postcard or electricity bill, has popped through my front door for over a month. I recently had to stroll into Soho to pick up my London Film Festival accreditation pack by hand. And rather discouragingly, my local post office today put a hastily scrawled sign in the window: “Post NOW for delivery by Christmas.”
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Has Nia Vardalos cloned herself? That’s a pretty terrifying thought, granted, but don’t shudder just yet, because my next statement is even more troubling: Vardalos has another movie out next month.
Speaking
For whatever reason, it completely slipped my mind to mention Oliver Hirschbiegel’s superb “Five Minutes of Heaven” when it premiered on UK television last month. The film, which
Four days and three screenings into the 2008 AFI Fest, I’m one-for-two and looking to add to the “win” column as much as possible in the next week. It hit me this afternoon, though, that no two films could be better suited to an introductory update from the festival, two exercises in subverting the conventions of the biopic. One succeeds, one fails, but both maintain a certain spirit that you don’t find in the work of many filmmakers today. And interestingly, both are set for distribution by the always courageous IFC Films.