White House Down

White House Down is a really odd film. It’s got everything going for it really, especially a great cast. It’s got Channing Tatum for God’s sake, and Richard Jenkins and James Woods. (It’s also got Maggie Gyllenhaal who clearly never washes her hair, but hey, you can’t have everything.) There’s a plot about a pacifist American President, and some other twaddle about a divorced Dad and his precocious transgender kid, and then there’s a whole lot of noise and shit blowing up, as terrorists take over the Capitol.

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But as I said, it’s an odd film, mainly because it really doesn’t work at all. Like, AT ALL. Channing himself is bizarrely wimpy and unconvincing, Jamie Foxx is about as presidential as a box of apples, and the entire plot is in fact so completely disengaging that it’s entirely forgettable. I almost couldn’t remember enough to review it, and I only turned it off about fifteen minutes ago. Ah, well. White House Down filmed in Quebec.

Side Effects

Wow, Side Effects is a good movie. It begins with the tale of a depressed young society wife whose medication plays really nasty tricks on her….but then becomes so much more.

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To be honest, I was really expecting a Sodeburgh procedural exposing the iniquities of Big Pharma – a Contagion-esque whodunnit following the insistent thudding steps between mild depression, drug popping and devastating side-effect breakdown. I certainly wasn’t expect an old style noir-ish psychological thriller.

I won’t tell you anything more about the plot except it’s magnificent, and twisty, and joyfully cruel. Rooney Mara is electrifying, Jude Law is fantastic. Great stuff. Vivid New York locations too.

The Eagle

Forgive me for being shallow, but The Eagle – sort of Centurion meets King Arthur – looks too entirely fabulous. Given the male leads, I wonder if there’s a dance routine?