It’s no secret that the world’s wealthiest, tax-free organisation aka the Vatican preserves the sacrament of priesthood like it’s the Holy Grail, sending so-called disgraced priests into faraway homes in…
You may actively condemn Compliance for its unpleasantness, but there’s no denying the kick it sends to the guts. It’s a merciless piece of cinema that’s uncomfortable, appalling and provocative all at once, a film that compels us to take a hard look at a disquieting spectacle of ignorance – the human tragedy to blindly follow, obey and concede to authority without asking ‘why’.
You’ll hardly see a more life-affirming film this year than this barnstorming magical-realist coming-of-age fable. Beasts of the Southern Wild deserves to be seen and treasured – a soulful, soaring, poignant childhood parable, with equal parts joy and melancholy. This is cinema at its most dazzlingly, beautifully alive anchored by one of the greatest child performances of all-time.
Let me clarify the above headline – I’m not miffed about Amour the Film. I haven’t seen it. I’m miffed because I cannot go and watch it. Which exacerbates my trivial resentment against the large majority of the over-privileged BFI members, who all bought tickets en masse, sending us all destitute mortals into cinematic oblivion. Film festivals are so bourgeois!