Showing posts with label The Lexi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Lexi. Show all posts

Saturday, 22 May 2010

Four Lions

Am I a film fan, a movie enthusiast, a silver screen aficionado? I’d like to say that I was a cinematic connoisseur but fear I could not support the claim. All I do know is that I invariably spoil a night out at the pictures by knowing far too much about the movie long before I sit down with a bucket of popcorn. I read all the movie mags, trawl through IMDB and scour the papers for reviews. I quite often pride myself with having a fully rounded and unshakable opinion of a film some considerable time before its release date.

So it is a rare and marvellous treat when a movie slips beneath the radar and you sit in the auditorium innocent and virginal, all agog with anticipation.

Thus it was the other night when the flicker club were invited to a special screening, at our beloved Lexi Cinema, of ‘Four Lions’. 


Well, passing through the foyer I first encountered the film poster. I like a good film poster me, and this one really sparked my interest. It displayed a raven strapped to some explosives. (It might have been a crow but I hope it was a raven. It’s the latent Goth in me). And who doesn’t like explosives? In a movie I mean. Nothing like a big bang to help smooth over distracting plot and characters.

Safe and snug in my seat, the lights went down all around us, plummeting us into blissful darkness and the movie rolled.

Imagine my shock and delight to discover that I was witnessing a suicide bomber horror comedy. This is a genre that I have been previously unaware of, how very 21st Century.

If there were a comparison, or a point of reference, it would have to be the sublime “The Ladykillers”, pitch black in tone with a wonderful rogues gallery of witless villains on a journey of self-destruction.

When the credits concluded, onto the stage stepped the actor, Nigel Lindsay, and screenplay writer, and Lexi neighbour, Sam Bain. They provided a captivating, amusing and insightful look into the making of the film. No creature comforts for the stars, by all accounts, every penny of the tight budget went up onto the screen and we should all be very thankful of that. We should also be thankful, according to the deferential Sam and Nigel, to that tabloid tempting, “Media Terrorist” and creator of the, much missed, “Brass Eye”, Mr Christopher Morris.


Four Lions’ is a triumph, a British Film to be really proud of. It is a brave film too with the climax suitable, inevitably and appropriately grim.

Don’t let me say any more lest I spoil the experience for you. Go see this unique film and titter with terror at this macabre little gem. A bomb blast of fresh air.

Clive for the flicker club

Friday, 2 April 2010

Night of the Hunter


March 2010

Yesterday we were in the company of Mr. Mark Rylance! What a treat, winner of this year’s Olivier Award for best actor for his fantastic portrayal of Rooster Byron in Jerusalem.

Mark arrived, at the sell out gathering in our beloved Lexi Cinema, and made his entrance dancing down the aisle to a Calypso track with vocals provided by Robert Mitchum and enticed the entire cinema to stand up and join him.
Mark then lead us in a recital of the hymn 'Leaning, Leaning, Leaning in the Arms of the Lord' prior to using the candle lit ambience of the cinema as a backdrop with an essence of a spiritual revivalist meeting in honour of the great Robert Mitchum.
Mark then settled to read an extract from Davis Grubb’s novel 'The Night of the Hunter', as is the flicker club's tradition, but not without warning us that the good Lord saw all sin and sinners, should anyone dare harbour any criticism of his recital, suitably chastened, we sat in deep, respectful, silence as he began.

However, even the simple matter of sitting down is a routine that Mr. Rylance refuses to adhere to without a fight. First he discovered a foot switch that controlled the cinema’s lighting system and tried his best to create a strobe effect by rapid peddling. Then he ended up perched precariously on the back of the chair, feet on the seat, as if to heighten the sense of danger in the text.
The reading itself was excellent, as you might expect, quiet at first, drawing you in, taking his time, allowing the brooding menace of the evil preacher, Harry Powell, to build.
The candlelight flickered across his face as the malevolence of character and plot seeped through us. Then came the famous speech, the LOVE and HATE sermon, which encapsulates the entire story. It was rivetingly told and gave a tantalising taste of what a stage production might be like with Mark as the preacher...
You know you have a fine guest when the audience includes, up and coming Hamlet, Mr. John Simm, and legendary film director, Mr. Nic Roeg and his lovely wife Harriet Harper. 



This event had a fantastic punchy ‘flickbook’ designed by James Brown. The image was a fist coming at you first with ‘LOVE’ tattooed on the knuckles then ‘HATE’, very powerful. Thank you James.
 The poster was just wonderful. There was Robert Mitchum, flick knife in tattooed fist, bearing down on the innocent children cut out of the very dollar bills that entrap them and for this we thank Graham Humphrey's.




Then, of course, the film itself:
The Night of the Hunter
It is a cinematic gem and for that, thank you Charles Laughton.
As to the next one?
Well, us flickers meet tomorrow and pick through our wish list and begin planning.
 ... watch this space...