Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2

It strikes me that when I started watching Harry Potter movies, I was still in college. A full decade later, much has changed in my life and in the fictional lives of the characters in the movies. I confess that I have not read any of the books, being more into the more 'serious' Tolkien stories. I have however, always applauded the fact that Harry Potter books actually got children to read rather long books, which is a good and increasingly rare thing. I did watch all the movies and enjoyed them to varying degrees from the light-hearted first movie to the darker and more serious later instalments. And so we come to the final movie of the long saga.

***Minor spoilers as usual; you did watch the first part, right? Right?***






The movie opens abruptly exactly where the last one left off with Big V (Ralph Fiennes) taking possession of the Elder Wand. After burying Dobby (sniff) with honour, Harry (Daniel Radcliffe), Hermione (Emma Watson), and Ron (Rupert Grint) set off to find the remaining horcruxes they need to destroy in order to defeat the Dark Lord. It's hard to say more without spoilers, but it's obvious that there will be trouble, adventure, more than a few fantastic creatures, some laughs, some tears, and battles of a magical nature. The classic multi-front battle is well executed with a large battle on one front and several small groups on side-quests to achieve the main objectives that will lead to victory.

The movie doesn't disappoint in the effects department. The creatures are utterly convincing, insomuch as mythical creatures can be convincing. The magical bolts are pretty and deadly. Other spell effects are nicely done and particularly awe-inspiring in the big battle scenes. Sets are impressively constructed and very detailed. Having not read the books, I don't know how closely the movie follows the books, but I imagine it is as close as it could be within the confines of a movie. The pacing is handled well with lulls between action pieces for the audience to catch its collective breath and take stock of the status of all the characters.

The acting in the lead and secondary roles are very good especially in the secondary roles played by veteran actors. Fiennes is menacing and gets to make creepy voices exhorting people to turn on Harry and his friends. Alan Rickman is wonderfully complex in his characterisation of Snape. Radcliffe, Watson, and Grint are dependable as they have been throughout the movies but are sometimes overshadowed by the more experienced thespians.

On the downside, I only have a few little nit-picks. Granted, this is more of a problem with me rather than the movie, but the lore is a little thick and may be confusing to those who haven't read the book or remembered the previous movies. I've had to read up on the interwebs to fully understand some things. The 3-D is pretty good for a conversion and some of the CG elements were well-served by the extra apparent dimension, but due to most of the movie being so dark and gloomy, the dimness caused by the 3-D glasses made it really hard to see things. If I had to do it over, I would give the 3-D version a pass. Lastly, I will also say that I was not impressed with the make-up work in a particular scene.

This last instalment in the long-running franchise ties up the whole plot nicely and is quite satisfying a conclusion. It's weird that there won't be a Harry Potter movie next year, but I'm grateful to have experienced the whole ride. Kudos to the author, directors, actors, writers, and all involved for a magical 10 years.

For bringing fantasy and magic to a generation, I give Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2, and the series at large, eight out of 10 baby seals.

Transformers: Dark of the Moon

After the fiasco that was last week, I finally got to see Transformers: Dark of the Moon in all its 3-D glory. I bravely watched it at the same cinema because it was still the easiest place to get tickets. After months of seeing the trailers and that extra one week delay, I have to say... meh.

***Whole bunch of spoilers, but who cares really?***

This third and perhaps/hopefully final instalment of Michael Bay's foray into movies with giant robots opens with scenes of the war in Cybertron. A lone Autobot ship escapes with some super-high-tech-stuff but unfortunately gets shot at and crashes on (surprise, surprise) our moon. The film posits the idea that the US-Russia space race of the 60s was in response to this crash-landing on the dark side of the moon. Scenes are cleverly spliced with actual footage to show the moon landing as a cover for investigating the huge vessel.

All well and good, so far.

But not for long.

Then we get to the much less interesting Sam Witwicky (Shia LeBeouf) who is apparently still unemployed despite having saved the world twice. He has also apparently been dumped by Megan Fox who must have finally realized she was way out of his league. On the bright side, he has inexplicably landed another hot chick called Carly (Rosie Huntington-Whiteley). After too many scenes of Sam being annoyingly annoying, we eventually get back to the giant freaking robots. The Autobots find out that the US has been sitting on the location of the alien craft and Optimus is not pleased. They travel to the moon in a spaceship they conveniently seem to have made/bought/stole/conjured and retrieve what's left of the technology which turns out to be an instant wormhole generator system. They also find their long lost former leader Sentinel Prime (voiced by Leonard Nimoy) who invented the thing.

Despite being told not to interfere, Sam annoyingly does anyway and investigates on his own. Surprisingly, he finds out things that the military 'intelligence' were unable to find out themselves and so they let him play with them after all. An unexpected betrayal causes humanity to reject the Autobots and ask them to leave Earth, leaving us to fend for ourselves against the Decepticons. To make matters worse, Carly's boss Dylan (Patrick Dempsey) turns out to be as slimy as he seems and Sam has to wade into enemy territory to save her - and hopefully the world, again - sans giant robots.

Even more so than the last movie, this one suffers from incredibly choppy editing, jarring tone shifts, murky plot, silly dialogue, poor script, lack of narrative cohesion, and under-average acting. Speaking of acting, some scenes with Sam and Carly are particularly cringe-inducing. LeBeouf seems to be getting tired of this role or I just don't find the character endearing any more after two movies of him getting whinier and more fidgety. Huntington-Whiteley is little more than window-dressing. Ken Jeong appears so insanely over-the-top that the performance is only a little funny. John Malkovich has an enjoyable appearance. Frances McDormand gives an unremarkable performance. John Turturro is still a little amusing at least in his recurring role. The script doesn't do the actors any favours and features far too many out-of-place and forced one-liners.

The film is not without some silver linings in an otherwise dark cloud. Bumblebee is still adorable. Optimus is still cool. Nimoy makes an awesome giant robot. The effects are quite impressive especially the giant-evil-sandworm-from-hell. The 3-D effects are actually well-implemented and most of the show seems to have been filmed in 3-D. The film seemed not as dim as most 3-D shows. Towards the second half of the movie, the pace improves (not hugely, but better than the tedious first half). Some of the robot battles and other action sequences were actually quite fun to watch, even if some of the battles were too quick and confusing which is not helped by the Decepticons all looking almost the same.

While technically compelling, this latest instalment proves that the series could really use a reboot and/or a new director. They can keep the effects team though. Maybe put more focus on the robots instead of the unnecessary humans.

For technological achievement and for Bumblebee, I give this movie three out of 10 baby seals.

EPIC FAIL

There would be a Transformers: Dark of the Moon review here, but unfortunately I didn't get to see it today.

I had pre-purchased tickets to watch Transformers in 3D at Cathay Cineplexes at The Curve today. We got there a wee bit late but we made it while the trailers were still playing. We got our 3D glasses and sat down. There were audio issues. The Captain America trailer (which looked pretty good) had no sound but instead had the filler music track they use in between movies. Then they tried to play the movie... with no sound.

They tried again.

Darkness. Picture. Silence.

And again.

More darkness. Silent film.

And again.

Then they rebooted the projector.

And still no audio.

Then they turned on the lights and announced that the projector was broken and they were cancelling the show. Refunds were to be given at the counters :(

In all my years of watching movies - quite a few of them at this very cinema - never has a show been cancelled. They didn't even have the sense to offer additional compensation for the inconvenience.

So to Cathay Cineplexes at The Curve, I say to thee: EPIC FAIL

Super 8

If you were a child of the 80s and grew up on early Spielberg movies such as The Goonies, ET, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, and Jaws, go watch this movie now; you won't regret it. Being a child of the 80s myself, I was immediately reminded of these classic movies from the acclaimed filmmaker. I have often thought that some of the great movies of all time were made in the 80s and closely adjacent years. Maybe I'm biased, but the quality and child-like charm of those films and others like Stand By Me, Jurassic Park, and the early Indiana Jones movies are hard to deny. While I also enjoy the edgier films of today, I sometimes bemoan the fact that simple but memorable movies like those from my youth just aren't made any more these days. Super 8 changes that perception and allowed me to be 12 again for a couple of hours.

***Light spoilers ensue***
Since this movie has relied on low-key secretive marketing, I'll try not to give anything away that wasn't in trailers.




A classic bunch-of-likeable-kids-have-an-adventure movie, Super 8 opens with an allusion to a tragedy: an industrial accident has left young Joe Lamb (Joel Courtney) without his mother. To make matters worse, Deputy Sheriff Jackson Lamb (Kyle Chandler of Early Edition and Friday Night Lights) isn't much of a father. Joe finds solace in a close-knit group of friends including budding filmmaker Charles (Riley Griffiths), borderline pyromaniac Cary (Ryan Lee), somewhat nerdy Preston (Zach Mills), none-too-bright jock Martin (Gabriel Basso), and especially Alice (Elle Fanning) whom he has a bit of a crush on. Four months after his mother's death, Joe and his friends spend the summer making a Super 8 zombie-themed movie under the direction of Charles. While filming at a train station, they witness the most spectacular train wreck ever filmed. In the aftermath, they find some strange cargo and it sounds like SOMETHING came out of one of the cars. The kids high-tail it out of there as the air force arrives on the scene. Not long after, strange happenings occur in the fictional small town of Lillian, Ohio. Weird things go missing: microwaves, car parts, power cables. Dogs run away in droves. People vanish without a trace. As Joe's father tries to grapple with increasingly panicking citizens, he grows ever more distant from his son. Meanwhile Joe continues to work on his friend's movie and nurtures a growing romance with Alice, which is not without some opposition from their respective fathers. The strange events come to a climax when the air force gets more involved and sinister happenings are clearly afoot culminating in a thrilling adventure for the kids.

The acting by the children, especially Fanning (I coulda sworn she was a tiny little girl) and newcomer Courtney, is very good and very natural. The kids all have some really funny lines and background dialogue reminiscent of The Goonies. Their chemistry really sells the plot and the film. The villains are suitably mean archetypes typical of classic Spielberg movies and Chandler does his job of portraying the distant but still loving father as well as one could hope. Using relative and total unknowns for the lead roles was a smart move by Abrams and he may have discovered a great talent in Courtney (who was ironically just hoping to land a commercial for laughs and a little bit of extra money).

Clearly a loving homage to the films of Spielberg, JJ Abrams continues his unbroken streak of awesomeness with this movie that combines many of the elements of the aforementioned movies with the same wide-eyed wonder that made them memorable. Even the music by the Abrams' resident composer Michael Giacchino (who also composed the excellent score for Up among many others) was reminiscent of John Williams' scores for early Spielberg films. The imagery of small-town Americana, gorgeous backlit skies, and kids on bicycles harks back to films of the era as well. The effects are very believable and while Abrams doesn't skimp on the CGI, it is used sparingly and seamlessly, never overshadowing the story.

Derivative perhaps, but Super 8 derives from some of the best material ever made and infuses it with a heart and soul sorely lacking in so many recent films. The plot is well fleshed out and takes its time without ever being boring. Abrams is definitely one of the most gifted storytellers of our time and further collaborations with masters like Spielberg would bear glorious fruit indeed.

For near-perfection in storytelling and for allowing me to be a kid again, Super 8 gets 9 out of ten baby seals.



Oh, and do stay for the credits :)

X-Men: First Class

Wheee.... my first movie review in months...

The X-Men have been one of comicdom's most enduring and popular series. I've been a fan since I was younger and watched the animated series. It was definitely fun to see the stories translated to the big screen and the first three movies were enjoyable to some degree at least. The mediocre X-Men Origins: Wolverine was a bit of a letdown with its less-than-inspiring script and bland storyline. Fortunately, this new origin story returns to the strong roots of the first movie.


**Minor spoilers ensue**





Taking place primarily in the 60s against the backdrop of the Cuban missile crisis, the movie opens with young Erik Lehnsherr being separated from his parents during World War II in a Nazi concentration camp in occupied Poland which causes him to manifest his magnetic powers. This scene is a duplicate of what we've seen before in the earlier trilogy. What we didn't see was what happened later in the camp, where Erik meets "Dr. Schmidt" who tries to get him to use his powers at will by employing less-than-nice methods.

In the meantime, we also see young Charles Xavier as a poor little rich boy who meets with a young Raven whom we later know as Mystique. This is a new revelation which I *think* is probably at odds with cannon (and maybe with the rest of the trilogy), but I'll grant Matthew Vaughn some creative licence. They become like brother and sister and grow up together.

Years later, Erik (Michael Fassbender) is an adult in far greater control of his powers, Charles (James McAvoy) is an Oxford professor, and Raven (Jennifer Lawrence) is by his side as a close friend, though she may want to be more than that. Erik is still hell-bent on tracking down Dr. Schmidt to exact his revenge. Meanwhile, CIA agent Moira MacTaggert (Rose Byrne) in another out-of-cannon turn is tracking down the good doctor who now goes by Sebastian Shaw (the inimitable Kevin Bacon). With psychic Emma Frost (January Jones), Shaw has founded The Hellfire Club and recruited mutants including Nightcrawler-lookalike Azazel and airbending Riptide. When the CIA discover that he and his merry band of evil mutants are planning something dastardly, they attack him with the aid of Charles. The attack fails, but brings together Charles and Erik for the first time with the former saving the latter's life.

Now friends, Erik, Charles, and Raven join the CIA at a top secret training facility where they meet young genius Hank McCoy (Nicholas Hoult of About a Boy). Hank has invented the first Cerebro which enables Charles to find mutants from all over the world. He and Erik set out to recruit mutants to join the CIA and help them while Erik still dreams of revenge against Shaw. They end up with mutants who will later become sonic-screamer Banshee, plasma-hurtler Havok, insectlike Angel Salvadore, and quick-adapting Darwin. And so the First Class is born.

Campy but cool, this film echoes the strong dramatic undercurrents and message of the first film. While missing the sheer screen presence of Sir Patrick Stewart and Sir Ian McKellan, the acting is pretty good all around with McAvoy suitably idealistic, Fassbender suitably bitter and angry, Jones suitably erm... frosty, and Bacon in his element as a slimy villain who makes up for the disparity in physical size from the comics incarnation with a menacing demeanour. The young actors do well in their smallish roles too. The effects are well-made and believable, though Beast looks a little weird.

The story breaks from cannon with Beast as the only actual 'First Class' character shown here since this movie is still in the same continuity as the others. This could annoy the die-hard fans, but it does work. I enjoyed seeing Banshee discover flight and a totally out-of-cannon Havok throwing his plasma blasts around although I sometimes wished they woulda just broken continuity and rebooted the thing with the original First Class characters. Anyhow, the film is worthy of the high critical acclaim received thus far and makes for enjoyable and satisfying summer fare. I love a good origin story and I will certainly look forward to the inevitable sequels.


PS. Watch for an amusing cameo when Charles and Erik are recruiting mutants.

Touching Base

It's been a while since my last arm update. I've been going to physiotherapy sessions regularly. The frequency went to twice a week, then just once a week. The sessions were mostly the same, focusing on strength and improving my flexion since extension was basically full. It really hurt to get my arm to flex completely, but after a month, I can actually touch my shoulder with my fingers (with some effort). The first time I did it without using my other arm to push it down, I was quite elated. Since then I've been gradually improving with the help of therapy.

Yesterday, I went for my followup visit with the doctor. First I had another therapy session. It was quite effective and my arm felt looser than it's been in weeks. Then I got to see the doctor. He didn't spend much time with me after looking over the case notes. He checked my arm and happily pronounced that I had full range of motion and extolled the virtues of physiotherapy, which I have to agree with. I wouldn't have to see him any more and I could either stop or continue physiotherapy as I wished or at the advice of the therapist. The therapist in turn said that I could stop if I wanted to, but it would be better if I continued a little longer. I still feel that further sessions would do me good (it still takes quite an effort to flex fully and my muscles quiver), so I set an appointment for two weeks later since I wouldn't be around next week. They gave me one of the rubber tubes they used for me to exercise by myself.

It's been a long and painful journey to get to this point and while I'm not as good as new, I'm basically out of the woods and my way back home. And that's a pretty darn good feeling.

Lost: One iPod Touch

Yesterday I lost my iPod Touch.

I bought it over two years ago and used it daily. It was a large part of my life and I invested many hundreds, nay thousands of hours on various apps and games. Then yesterday while shopping with my sister, I took it out of my side pocket and used it to calculate if it was worth it to buy a larger bottle of hazelnut spread (not really worth it). I set it on a stack of boxes as I was carrying a basket in my other hand. I may be wrong about what happened next, but I think I got a phone call at this point. I answered the phone and carried on the conversation while my sister decided on the smaller bottle. I believe I lifted the basket for my sister to place the bottle in, and promptly proceeded to the cashier, leaving my poor iPod perched on the stack for all the world to see and grab.

When I got home, I wanted to use my iPod and found my pocket unzipped and iPod-less. After some searching, my sister realised I might have left it at the store. We rushed back. I went to the aisle and found the boxes gone. I questioned a worker who was shelving the goods from those boxes earlier but he said he hadn't seen it. We looked through the remnants of the now empty boxes and found nothing. I looked around the shelves and under them and found nothing. We reported the matter to the security officer in charge (it was a large grocery store). He questioned the staff and reported that noone had turned it in. Upset and dejected, I had no choice but to go home, leaving the officer my contact details should my iPod turn up.

Later the full weight of my loss hit me. Beyond the cost of the device, the thousands of hours I invested in games were also lost. I had to change all my mail passwords, my Skype password, my Twitter password, and my iTunes password. The thought of my downloaded e-mails and my few family photos being rifled through by some creep disturbed me greatly, being a fairly paranoid person. My home address and e-mail addresses could easily be found and that bugs me a little even if those things aren't exactly big secrets.

I spent most of the night and today really upset. Work kept me busy during the day, but in the few quiet moments, I was painfuly conscious of the emptiness in my left side pocket (if only I had been more conscious before...) . I thought of my Tap Zoo and my Smurf Village - shallow and unimportant perhaps, but I spent a lot of time on them every day and it makes me sad not to see them. I thought of the many games and achievements and how they are lost perhaps permanently. I'm not sure how much a restore from backup would salvage were I to get a new iPod Touch. Today I saw there were updates to my apps including a 'huge' update to Tap Zoo and a funny update to Pocket God. Further sadness.

This iPod was getting inadequate for the latest apps and games and I was planning to replace it when the 5G came out this September. I now face the prospect of being without the device that has been so much a part of my daily routine for six months or buying a new one earlier and being bummed when the new one comes out.

To the person who stole my property so callously, you'll likely never read this, but I hope there's a special place reserved for you in whatever hell you believe in. Karma is a bitch.

There are far greater tragedies to be sure, but this has really made me sad and angry. I hold no delusions that I will get it back since there was ample information on it with which to contact me. I guess there are few honest people left in the world. I suppose I'll get over it eventually but I've lost considerable faith in humanity. People suck.