Persepolis review

 Number 301 on the top 1000 films of all time is the French 2007 adult-animated, coming-of-age, biographical drama Persepolis.

Persepolis was directed by Marjane Satrapi and Vincent Paronnaud. Satrapi also wrote the film adapting it from her autobiographical graphic novel of the same name. It tells the story of Marjane (Chiara Mastroianni) a young woman growing up in the midst of the Iranian revolution. To escape the horrors, her family reluctantly send her to a French lycee in Austria, but after struggling to fit in and going through much trouble and strife, Marjane grows homesick and returns to her parents in Iran.

Ever since I started doing the challenge of watching the top 1000 films of all time, I've had the opportunity to watch some of the most amazing films that I never would have had the chance to have done otherwise. If it wasn't for this list, then I never would have heard of Persepolis, but thank God I did, because it was a great film.

Firstly, it looked beautiful on-screen. The animation was gorgeous. Granted, it was only simple two-dimensional drawings, but this was completely intentional. Satrapi requested that the animations were kept as simple and as traditional as possible, so as not to date the film. To that end, she also deliberately chose to have the film rendered in black-and-white. This all had the effect of giving the visuals a gentle beauty. Everything was subtle and understated. There was nothing to distract you from the story.

Just like the animation, the story was simple, but no less masterful. If you strip away the horrors of the Iranian revolution, we have a basic coming-of-age story. One where Marjane, who like everybody else, is looking for acceptance and meaning. In this sense Persepolis was a microcosm of real life. In a case of the grass being greener, Marjane reluctantly leaves her home for a new life in Europe, only to realise that her fantasies don't match up to reality.

On a more macro level, Persepolis also showcased the horrors of the Iranian revolution in stark and brutal detail. The horrors that the regime committed were laid bare for everybody to see. Nothing was dressed-up or exaggerated. Everything was real. The voice performances and the animation all added to this powerful presentation.

I thoroughly enjoyed Persepolis. It was a relatable story told and presented with basic, but gorgeous animation. Yes, it was simplistic, but simplicity is not always a bad thing, as Persepolis proved in spades.

Megalopolis review

 Having been released in 2024, Francis Ford Coppola's Megalopolis is too young to feature on the top 1000 films of all time. It is unlikely to feature on any future editions of this list either.

Cesar Cantilina (Adam Driver) is a famous and influential architect in New Rome - an alternate, futuristic New York City. His creation of the element Megalon has proven revolutionary in constructing buildings. It has also brought him fame and fortune. He has visions of building a new utopic city called Megalopolis, but these plans bring him into conflict with New Rome's mayor Franklyn Cicero (Giancarlo Esposito.) The huge supporting cast includes Nathalie Emmanuel, Aubrey Plaza, Shia Laboeuf, Jon Voight, Talia Shire, Grace Vanderwaal and Dustin Hoffman.

Megalopolis has long been Coppola's passion project. After decades in development hell, he finally raised the money to self-finance the film by selling off part of his wine-making business. Yet it was not smooth-sailing from here.

Megalopolis had a troubled production from filming delays caused by the pandemic to Coppola's experimental style where he encouraged his cast to improvise scenes in theatre-style workshops. The visual effects and arts departments were either fired or resigned during production too.

All of this had a negative knock-on effect on Megalopolis. It was a pretentious, bloated, incomprehensible jumble of scenes with little to no plot. Coppola certainly wasn't short of ambition, but he couldn't convert that into a cohesive film. 

Inspired by the Catilinarian Conspiracy and the transition of the Roman Republic into the Roman Empire, Coppola tried modernising the story by transplanting it into a futuristic, science-fiction setting, but all this did was confuse things further. As well as being a trail-blazing architect, Cesar also had the power to stop time. Why? Because ... reasons.

I mentioned earlier that the visual effects and art departments were either fired or quit during the production. You could definitely see the end-result of that in the finished product, as the film looked incredibly inconsistent. Some parts like the cityscape from the top of Metropolis, but other parts looked like they were out of the worst acid trip ever. Did we really need to see Aubrey Plaza's face in a cup of tea? And as for the weird circus/gladitorial/Grace Vanderwaal show, that was just poor chaos. Not chaos in the good sense either. It was a confusing, overwhelming mess.

As for the acting, this matched the larger-than-life nature of the film. Driver, Esposito, Voight, Plaza and, especially, Laboeuf were dreadfully over-the-top. Granted the dialogue wasn't great - case-in-point, Voight talking about having a boner - but their performances were still so campy that it was difficult to take them seriously.

I really wanted to like Metropolis. The Godfather is one of my favourite films. Coppola is a titan of the film industry having also having also directed classics like Apocalypse Now. Yet he couldn't replicate that same success here. At eighty-years-old, this could very well be one of his last films. What a disappointing swansong. Never mind, Megalopolis. This was Megaflopolis.

The Nightmare Before Christmas review

 Number 292 on the top 1000 films of all time is Henry Selik's stop-motion animated musical-fantasy the Nightmare Before Christmas.

Produced by Tim Burton - often being more associated with him than Selik, the Nightmare before Christmas focusses on Jack Skellington (Chris Sarandon) the king of Halloween Town. Becoming sick of the annual Halloween celebration, he is looking for a change. That change comes when he discovers Christmas and he aims to hijack the holiday for his own goals with disastrous consequences.

I was really looking forward to this film. Being well-versed with Burton's other work like Corpse Bride, with its trippy visuals, memorable songs and creative storyline, I had high hopes for a Nightmare Before Christmas, but the end result left me feeling more dead than alive.

While the actual labour that goes into stop-motion animation will always be impressive with the assorted animated characters being spooky and creative, it wasn't at the eye-popping level I was expecting. Instead of vivid colours, we were treated to a bland and lifeless colour palette. Rather the visuals were dull, even in Halloweenland. It made the trademark surrealism that we have come to expect from Burton fall flat. The visuals didn't contribute anything to the film from either a story or a visual perspective.

The musical numbers were lacking and uninspired. None of them were memorable. I watched this film only two nights ago and if I really scratch my head, I think I can remember the "this is Halloween" song and that's it. The songs were composed by frequent Burton collaborate Danny Elfman, but like the surreal animation, I'm not convinced the songs added much to the film. In some cases, it seemed to stray into song-musical territory like Sweeney Todd. The songs in that film were painfully mundane. The same can be said for the Nightmare Before Christmas.

Any storyline was buried underneath the lifeless visuals and banal songs. I'm not sure how well I can explain the narrative. This un-dead king is going through a mid-death crisis and falls through this trap door into some Christmas land where he decides to bring Christmas to his home, but, for some reason, also kidnaps Father Christmas and goes onto impersonate him. For some reason, there's a weird gambling monster made out of bugs and a  Dr Frankenstein-esque character who has created some Bride of Frankenstein who becomes Jack's love-interest.

I didn't care for this film too. I had high-hopes, but I was left disappointed.

Sling Blade review

 Number 288 on the top 1000 films of all time is the 1996 drama 'Sling Blade.'

*Spoilers to follow*

Karl Childers (Billy Bob Thornton) is a developmentally-disabled man who has just been released from a psychiatric institution where he has been held since he was twelve years old. His crime? Murdering his mother and her lover with a sling blade. Thoroughly institutionalised, Karl struggles to adapt to his new life in Arkansas. That is until he befriends the twelve-year-old Frank (Lucas Black) and his mother Linda (Natalie Canerday) But her abusive boyfriend Doyle (Dwight Yokam) soon takes a disliking to Karl. As well as starring, Billy Bob Thornton also wrote, produced and directed Sling Blade.

Billy Bob Thornton won an Osar for writing Sling Blade. However, he was only nominate for acting and not even considered for direction. I think that's a good summary of the film: the acting and direction didn't match up to the Oscar-winning writing.

This isn't to say that Thornton did a bad job, but it certainly wasn't Oscar-worthy. Karl's journey was a predictable one. While predictability isn't a bad thing, Thornton did fail to bring anything new to the medium. Karl - having been institutionalised for most of his life struggles in adapting to life on the outside. He quickly comes to loggerheads with Doyle resulting in Karl murdering him. 

Yes, this was predictable, but a predictable ending can still be good if it was executed well. But this ending was disappointing and anti-climatic. There was too much build-up leading to a damp squib instead of a bang. We get a seemingly-endless montage of Karl preparing to kill Doyle with the latter meekly accepting his fate. It was a sequence devoid of tension.

I also think Thornton's portrayal of Karl was over-simplified. It didn't have the same depth as portrayals of similar characters of the era e.g Tom Hanks in Forrest Gump. whereas Gump was a living, breathing three-dimensional character, Karl was little more than a grunting cave man.

I can understand why Thornton won the Best Writing Oscar. Sling Blade certainly had a good story. It's just a shame that the direction and acting didn't match up to the writing.

The Full Monty review

 Surprisingly, this British comedy isn't on the top 1000 films of all time, but it is one of my favourites, so here's my review.

Gary Schofield (Robert Carlyle) is an unemployed former steel-worker in Sheffield. He is behind on his child support payments. If he doesn't pay £700 soon, he will lose custody of his son Nathan (William Snape.) Desperate for the cash, Gary and his best friend Dave (Mark Addy) recruit four other former steel workers to form a striptease act. The four others include the suicidally-depressed Lomper (Steve Huison,) Gaz and Dave's former foreman Gerald (Tom Wilkinson,) the ageing Horse (Paul Barber) and the well-endowed Guy (Hugo Speer.)

Like I say, I was surprised to find that this classic British-comedy doesn't feature on the top 1000 list. it was nominated for a Best Picture Oscar, it won the Best Picture Bafta and it was voted twenty-five on the Best 100 British films. But beyond that it is a phenomenal film full of humour and heartbreak. It is one of those rare films that will have you crying tears of laughter and sorrow.

To fully understand the Full Monty, you have to understand the social context. It is set in Sheffield - the home of Britain's steel industry. Once a thriving city, it was absolutely destroyed by deindustrialisation. Whole generations of male steelworkers found themselves unemployed overnight. Struggling to find other work, many of them lose all hope for the future, just like Gary and Dave.

The Full Monty brilliantly captured the alienation that this generation must have experienced. In a mere ninety minutes, we received a stark picture of how badly these men have fallen. Once heroes of their community, they were reduced to mere shells of their former selves. I visited Sheffield a few years ago and I don't think that even twenty years on it has fully recovered from deindustrialisation.

The cast were magnificent without any weak links. Robert Carlyle, one of Scotland's best actors, was utterly magnetic as the roguish Gary. Yes, he is a petty criminal, Jack-the-Lad type, who isn't the best father to Nathan, but he is still incredibly endearing to the viewer. Like many of us, he isn't perfect, but despite his flaws, he still wants the best for his son. Carlyle quite rightly won the Best Actor Bafta for his performance.

But he can't take all the credit. Mark Addy was also brilliant as Dave. To some extent, Addy provided a lot of the film's comic relief, but he also proves a lot of heart. For Dave is a character with a lot of self-loathing. He is a fat man - an aspect of himself that he absolutely denies. His efforts to accept himself provided one of the film's best subplots. And his final reconciliation with his wife Jean (Lesley Sharp) still makes me cry even all these years on. Dave's character is definitely one of the best depictions of male body image that I have seen on-screen.

Coming in next is the terrific Tom Wilkinson (RIP) who played Gary and Dave's former foreman Gerald. Being their old boss, he is of a higher social standing and has some of the most to lose out of being given the sack. Or at leas the will do if he ever tells his wife about what had happened. Instead, he decides to keep it a secret for six months. One of his best scenes is his fiery confrontation with Gary and Dave after they sabotage his interview.

Despite being a comedy it tackles a number of difficult subjects like body image, masculinity, suicide - through the character of Lomper - homosexuality and fatherhood. And it tackles all these themes with the necessary gravitas and humility. Our six strippers go through so much trial and tribulation that you are really rooting for them. Director Andrew Johnson did well to pack all this into ninety minutes.

Lastly, we need to talk about the soundtrack. It was a mixture of original score and some of the best disco hits of the seventies and eighties. Minus the Gary Glitter hit, every song fitted each scene perfectly. As for the original score, it netted composer Anne Dudley a well-deserved Oscar.

I loved the Full Monty. Even though, IMDB didn't rate it, I would definitely count it among my top ten films of all time. The setting, the characters and the music all came together to make a film that I could watch over and over again.

Patton review

Number 287 on the top 1000 films of all time is Franklin J Schaffer's epic biopic 'Patton.'

Patton follows the life of famed American army general George Patton (George S. Scott) as he leads the US to victory during the Second World War.

Patton is three hours long. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Films need a very good reason to be three hours long. I'm not sure that Patton had that reason. If you are going to have a three-hour film, then it needs to follow a likeable character. By all accounts, Patton was a bit of a dick. I can only imagine this is how he was in real life - a big-mouthed hot-head who hated cowardice.

This might be an accurate portrayal of the character, but it didn't make me like him anymore. Patton's hotheadedness gets him into trouble more than once, most notably, when he physically assaults a PTSD-suffering soldier in full view of the rest of the hospital ward. Again, Schaffer might be staying true to reality, but it didn't make Patton anymore likeable. And considering the film was about him, this was a problem.

This isn't to discredit George C. Scott's work. He did win the Best Acting Oscar after all even if ultimately refused it. Despite playing an unlikeable character, he did his best to make him a fully-rounded three-dimensional character.

Like many of my film reviews, I think this review ultimately boils down to personal preference. Not being American, Patton's prestigious position in American military history means little to me. As such this film meant little to me.

Being There review

 Number 281 on the top 1000 films of all time is Hal Ashby's 1979 comedy-drama 'Being There.'

Chance (Peter Sellers) has spent his whole life as gardener to a wealthy benefactor. But when his employer unexpectedly dies, the simple-minded Chance is thrust into the real world. Fortunately, he is soon taken in by the affluent Eve Rand (Shirley Maclaine) younger wife to the ailing business mogul Ben (Melvyn Douglas.) Chance soon finds himself to be an unexpected celebrity.

This isn't my first old Hal Ashby film. I had the misfortune of watching Harold and Maude - a joyless and soulless black comedy. I thoroughly disliked it. Thankfully, that was far from the case with Being There. This was a touching and charming film with a winning performance from Peter Sellers.

I best know Peter Sellers from Stanley Kubrick's black-comedy Dr Strangelove where Sellers excelled in playing not just one, but three comedic roles. It was interesting to see whether he could do the same with a more dramatic performance, but he certainly delivered on the role. With his comedy, he can be overly-ebullient, but he managed to act with great restraint here. 

Sellers placed Chance with a wide-eyed naivety that made him endearing to the viewer. Nowadays, we would undoubtedly throw around "autism" diagnoses, but back in the seventies, Chance was just one of life's innocents who has lived a sheltered life.

He's very much a fish out of water thrown into a world that he could never possibly recognise. But he soon forms an unlikely relationship with Eve. Sellers and Maclaine were great together. They had delightful chemistry and I enjoyed seeing them on-screen.

In some ways, Being There reminded me of Forest Gump. You had the same simple-minded but lovable protagonist who soon becomes the unlikeliest of heroes. And this was an unlikely film - quiet, funny but with the important message of remaining present and enjoying life's little moments.