Hacksaw Ridge is, on the surface, the best war movie in years

Gibson’s dramatic license needs to be revoked

War is a staple of cinema. Since the days of Méliès, Pathe and Edison there has been a desire for films to show what most people will have never seen. Before the invention of cinema, and for some time afterwards, there was no way to see what a battle really looked like. The only interpretations available to the public were in paintings and the written word. War battles gave silent filmmakers an easy shortcut to making something that is fantastical, out of this world, and intensely visual: the people who are dressed differently are the bad guys, the people who fall have been shot. Storytelling is at its core about binary oppositions, about positioning a subject that represents one ideal against a subject that represents the opposite (light side v dark side, nature v technology). This structure is neatly laid out in war, the armies even wear different colours to aid the process. War films in the early days, however, were a guessing game, less based in reality than what we know now. Once wars took place in a world where photo and filmography existed newsreels and photos from the front line allowed for a clear evidence of something that had thus far consisted mainly of eye witness testimony.

Hacksaw Ridge is a real war story about Desmond Doss, a medic who served in WWII at the battle of Okinawa. As a true to life story it has its foot placed firmly in the realm of reality. Andrew Garfield plays the medic, who was a conscientious objector who volunteered himself to support the war effort on the field as opposed to back home. The opposition of the film however, comes not from the opposing side of the war but from the American side, where Doss is refused the right to serve while remaining pacifist and not touching a gun. Here, the binary opposition comes from pacifism v pugilism.

The film is somewhat disjointed due to its clear separation into three acts, the home life section which plays like Forrest Gump’s romance with Jenny and sets the story in motion. The second act is a traditional army training tale that draws influence from Full Metal Jacket and plays out like The Secret War of Lisa Simpson, followed by Doss facing possible court-marshal for his pacifism. Finally, the film becomes an out and out war film a ’la Saving Private Ryan. The film is oddly structured, facing pacing issues by indulging itself too much in its first act and saving all its violence for the final act but all in all the final battle sequences are built up to well with sufficient characterisation driving our desire to see Desmond Doss succeed.

I did have problems with the ending of the film however, detailed here. The film has a positive message of staying true to what you believe in and honours the peacekeeper, yet at times seems to revel in violence and destruction in a way that is at odds with the moral baseline of the film. There are also issues with the film being somewhat too emotionally manipulative, containing a rushed romantic plot that is filled to the brim with clichéd lines of dialogue and many moments where the film stops to state how you should be feeling at the time. The film is brilliantly directed and the visuals do their job so well that words are not always needed yet are always used. In addition, our main character is somewhat too idealised, with no discernible flaws aside from his pacifism. Yet that can be forgiven when a film is made to honour a real-life hero, but it also does appear that the main aim of the film is to win awards.

Andrew Garfield has been nominated for an Oscar for his performance as Desmond Doss and it’s not hard to see why, he imbues the character with a sweet naivety that radiates from his goofy, overactive smile. He remains naturalistic and believable as the only American soldier that isn’t brimming with testosterone. Other performances are straight forward and unflashy and serve to highlight how clearly Doss is in an unfamiliar environment.

The film is an achievement in production design, creating an intensely believable and gritty battleground that has a great sense of space and danger. Plaudits must go to the sound design team, that manages to create a magnificent, breathing 3D world in the final act of the film. Bullets hit as hard as possible, explosions won’t let up and the danger the soldiers face is elevated because of the intense sound within.


Hacksaw Ridge is a film that will play to large audiences, there is not much to use to take away from it on a surface level. It is brilliantly crafted, slickly designed and impressively layered, every facet of the film exudes effort. Where it falls apart is in its generic story beats, however they are executed well enough to excuse themselves.

I, personally, have issues with the unnecessary over-dramatization that is applied but I believe most people will not. If the occasional historical inaccuracy can be forgiven then this is a great film suitable for everyone with only odd pacing and a weak romance subplot to hold it back.

Silence is a quiet meditation on Christianity and torturous barbarism

Scorsese has skewered the American Dream better than anyone else, now he tries his hand at the opposite

Martin Scorsese has gained enough points throughout his illustrious career to be a box office draw all by himself, but with the release of a 170-minute-long film displaying the trials of Jesuit missionaries I think he may have found the limit that his name has. People expect more of the same and with the release of Silence Scorsese has surely not given people what they expect. It was for this reason that four people left the cinema during the screening of Silence that I attended. Although it is hardly likely that a lack of box office will reduce the legendary director’s clout in the industry, especially when the film is a stunning example of cinematography and sound design.

Silence announces itself to its audience, it opens with a black screen and ambient noises of cicadas increases until it is deafening before cutting out completely as the title reveals itself. It’s a powerful opening to what proceeds to be a powerful film. The film follows the Portuguese priests Rodrigues (Andrew Garfield) and Garupe (Adam Driver) as they travel to find their mentor Ferreira (Liam Neeson). They travel to Japan where Catholicism has been outlawed and priests and catholic practitioners are being executed and tortured in increasingly cruel ways. The film’s premise has similarities to Apocalypse Now and it mimics the film’s mood effectively, with knowledge of Copolla’s masterpiece creating an additional sense of dread surrounding the mentor, Ferreira’s fate.

Silence constantly shows that it is a film that has the potential to follow the Scorsese mould of brutal violence but does not indulge in it. People are seen being burned alive wrapped up in wicker like sushi, stacked upon each other like firewood. It is terrible and unforgiving but the scenes of violence merely service the true message of the film and they are used sparingly and effectively. Scorsese has the ability to tell another violent story, but it is not his prerogative. He wants to open up a conversation about other things now. Like the release of Hugo, this is a passion project for him and it shines through in a levelhandedness and a genuine moral ambiguity. The aggressive back and forth dialogue so associated with his films is replaced with voices of concern.

In all of Scorsese’s most successful films there is a narrative to be the best, to hop into a pond at the start of the film and end up as the biggest fish. It is true of Goodfellas, Casino, Wolf of Wall Street, The Aviator and more. This leads to his films having clear paths of progression; suits become more fitting, wives become prettier and characters become experts in their respective fields. It’s a reason why Scorsese speaks to so many people, it is aspirational filmmaking with a coat of gloss.

What occurs in Silence I would argue is the same type of progression, Rodrigues faces more and more testing trials, there is a clear path of regression. He goes from a marble church in Portugal to a wooden shack in a rainy Japanese mountain and only goes down from there. Yet Rodrigues’ hero is not a Casino mogul or a Wall St banker, he aspires to be like that most idolised of heroes, Jesus Christ. Instead of making money and spending money his path to imitating the success of his idol is through martyrdom. He endures tortures that test his ability to keep his faith and the tortures keep escalating. In a sense this is the polar-opposite of a traditional Scorsese flick while still retaining the narrative structure.

Andrew Garfield is put under a lot of pressure with his performance, for the majority being the only English speaker on screen. He does himself proud while performing with a difficult Portuguese accent and a wealth of dialogue. Whilst his accent does slip in places it does not take away from the film and he should be commended for the range he can apply to his character’s despair. Driver is a more divisive character who show reservations and doubts but plays it well, whereas Liam Neeson simply refuses to attempt to change his voice for the role. Which, I admit, made me laugh out loud. It is a brave choice to commit actors to accented roles but to contrast this with Neeson talking in his droll Northern Irish tones after two hours of Portuguese and Japanese is baffling.

The film has issues with being somewhat too indulgent in its moral quandaries, most notably with its ending, which drags on for much longer than needed to state something which doesn’t need to be said. For a film that values the power of Silence in filmmaking it sure screams its conclusion in your face. Its message of Religion is not always the most cinematic but it constantly finds a way to be interesting.


This is Scorsese on a philosophical level, on the surface it is a no thrills affair that could leave the average viewer bored if they go in expecting Godfellas. There is a wealth of drama hidden beneath the surface and the multiple methods of torture and brutality should haunt viewers.

It is an impassioned movie for a select audience who should be fascinated by its portrayal and it should be rewarded for not taking the easy route of constantly criticising the specifics of religion. For those not interested in religious discussion it still possesses an intense emotional central arc which provokes thought on a personal, as well as parochial level.

La La Land is a sentimental love letter to the persistent loser

Damien Chazelle will not stop until everyone loves jazz

Every year films float into the academy’s eye by flaunting their gimmicks like peacock plumage. Last year it was Leo getting cold, before that there was Boyhood’s long road and Birdman’s faux single shot. Academy board members fell over themselves to congratulate them because each year needs a new film that brings something different to the table, it’s clear that the Academy loves a good gimmick. But only a little bit.

La La Land’s gimmick is that it’s a musical. The simple fact that being a musical is a gimmick in 2016 is a saddening thing for many people, most of all for director Damien Chazelle, who came from a musical background. The film follows the career and relationship of Mia (Emma Stone), a struggling actor working as a barista and Sebastian (Ryan Gosling), a jazz pianist aiming to open his own jazz club. There is not much to talk about in terms of plot. The film proceeds as expected up until a point, it is in the musical refrains that the true meat of the film is found. They serve to sweeten each character moment and keep the viewer smirking up at the big screen.

The film is an assault on the senses in all the right ways. its use of not only sound, but colour is astounding. Every frame is filled with saturated lighting and colourful scenery. Characters dress as if they were professionally dressed for the stage in bold pastels. It’s all so on the nose, subtlety is thrown out the window for the service of the film and it almost always works.

La La Land is a throwback to the cinema of the fifties and to the musicals of old, to the studio system and to a genre of films that have been in danger of extinction for the longest time. Whether the film will cause a resurgence of musicals is yet to be seen, but it’s a clear coda of the film that the beautiful should not be left to die. The musical movie genre requires people who are passionate, people who mourn the impending loss, to fight for it. The film finds a brilliant mirror for this in the form of jazz, with Ryan Gosling’s Sebastian, a struggling jazz pianist fighting to keep people interested in something that they don’t want to like. It’s hard not to see the parallels with Gosling and Chazelle here, with Chazelle taking La La Land from production company to production company since 2010, fighting against enforced changes to the characters to better suit audiences. It took the success of Whiplash to allow Chazelle the creative freedom to make the film he had always wanted without impediments. And the final product justifies his patience.

With 14 nominations at the Oscars La La Land is tied as the most nominated film in Academy history. It is not unlikely that there will be more than a couple of wins in that 14. While Gosling’s performance is more in line with what you can expect from him and his singing less impressive, Stone must be a hot favourite to take home best actress after displaying a performance of the level she has been hinting at for years. Critics have pointed to Mia as a less developed, more passive character or as “little more than a conduit for Sebastian’s feelings,” and whilst this is a valid point the ‘blandness’ of her character serves her purpose in the right ways.

She is the underdog of the story and she grounds the film, whereas Sebastian is larger than life and cocksure, Mia is a blank slate on which Stone places a timid vulnerability and a deep belief that she isn’t good enough. Where Mia purports deep down that she may not actually be a great actress, Sebastian knows he has the talent, he just doesn’t believe he has an audience. Sebastian’s struggle is one of means, he must make the money to fund his dreams, but Mia’s is a more personal journey, a string of failed auditions has demolished her self-worth and she is constantly being told that she is not wanted, Sebastian’s skill meanwhile, is more marketable, he’s just holding out for better. Her struggle is the more relatable to the viewer, Sebastian’s is more relatable to Damien Chazelle.

Chazelle’s love for jazz almost takes centre stage in the film, with Sebastian delivering an impassioned plea for the genre in one memorable scene. Chazelle is two for two for talking about how much he loves Charlie Parker in his films at this point. It’s more than likely that many people will prefer the jazz oriented side of the film to the Hollywood side, and if that is their take away then I’m sure the director will be pleased with himself.

La La Land does face the same trappings that every Hollywood centric award show darling does, in that it must avoid simply praising Hollywood. There is nothing that appeals more to Hollywood types than films about how creative people are heroes. It’s all a bit too masturbatory. The film does attempt to divert this by showing some of the skeevy underbelly of LA but this amounts to nothing more than a few rude casting directors and the odd traffic jam. The dark side is not pronounced enough to criticise the industry, but it is present, and this creates a little unevenness in the tone of the film. Its darkness is not really necessary as the film is on the whole a joyful affair based around a relationship drama.


All in all, the film is a noteworthy achievement that blends the fantastical elements of cinema with a burning desire for the magic of jazz and musical theatre. It’s a rare beast, something that is deeply personal to the filmmaker. The film is so out there that it should not have been funded, and the fact that it is also a box office success is as uplifting as it is surprising.

But it is clearly not a film for everyone, musical fans and cinephiles will be its biggest fans and the romance and star power is strong enough to bring around the slightly weary. Yet, much like Manchester by the Sea, it is not a film for the unsentimental. It’s wishy, it’s washy, it’s affecting, it’s visually stunning.