It's Molly's Game but we will all want to play

One of the more frequently quoted aphorisms about movie making is that you should ‘show, don’t tell’. This makes sense at first glance because it is a visual medium, but it is more accurately expressed by the great Alexander Mackendrick whose advice is ‘show, then tell’. In his directing debut Molly’s Game, screenwriter Aaron Sorkin seems to have a new version along the lines of ‘show while telling about twice as fast as you ever thought possible’.

As you would expect from the man behind The West Wing, The Social Network, and Steve Jobs, Sorkin’s script rattles along at a phenomenal pace. However, he is sure-footed enough as a director to structure the film sufficiently well for the audience to keep up providing they keep concentrating.

In the best Sorkin traditions Molly’s Game offers a compelling insight into an arcane world; in this case high stakes poker. Based on a true story, Molly Bloom (Jessica Chastain) is a potential Olympic skier whose career is ended by a devastating accident. She takes time out, moves to LA and ends up working for a speculator who runs a high stakes poker game as a side-line. The game attracts some Hollywood high rollers and after learning the ropes Molly makes her move; luring the A- listers away she sets up her own game.

Eventually this becomes the highest stakes game in the world attracting whales – as they are known in the gambling world – from all corners of the earth. These include a couple of Russian mobsters who attract the interest of the FBI and this is pretty much where we come in with Molly under arrest and facing jail unless she spills the beans.

Sorkin’s structure owes a lot to movies like The Big Short (2016). The minutiae of poker are largely irrelevant to most of us but taking a leaf out of Mackendrick’s book Sorkin finds a way of communicating enough of the game visually, so we can follow the story – showing, then telling.

Telling the story through a mixture of flashback and flashforward Sorkin uses Molly’s relationships with two father figures to move things along. Her real father, played by Kevin Costner, is someone who has always demanded too much. Her surrogate father figure, her lawyer Idris Elba, is equally demanding but he is also the voice of the audience trying to make sense of Molly’s slightly implausible story.

At the heart of the film is a sensational, uncompromising performance from Jessica Chastain as Molly. It owes a nod to last year’s little seen Miss Jones, but Chastain builds on her work in that film to create a compelling character here. Molly Bloom is driven to succeed in sport and when that is taken from her, she is then driven to win in a traditional alpha male milieu.

If the ending of the film is a little pat – both father figures get plot resolving speeches – that is perhaps forgivable in such a complex narrative. The fact remains that Molly’s Game is a marvellously entertaining film with a terrific performance at its core.

The Last Jedi may be the best of the Star Wars movies

According to the website imdb.com everyone’s favourite Star Wars film is The Empire Strikes Back (1980) which has more than twice as many votes as the film in second place, the original Star Wars (1977). That makes sense because as the middle section of a trilogy, Empire doesn’t have to do any of the scene-setting of the first one or the resolution of the third one. It’s just straight-out action featuring some of the best sequences in the Star Wars canon.

The latest Star Wars offering, Star Wars: The Last Jedi– either eighth or ninth depending on where you place Rogue One in the canon- is in a similarly relaxed position to Empire. It can just get on with some action-packed adventure and trust that it can all be sorted out in the next movie. I have to say it does this splendidly; there are very few dull moments in this film and director Rian Johnson’s visual sense is stunning. This is genuinely epic cinema.

However, in watching the film I was struck by how much sense it makes to entrust the new Star Wars expanded universe to Johnson. This is a man who plainly gets the philosophy behind the franchise. Not content with providing reasonably non-stop action, Johnson does some root and branch surgery. This is in many ways a revival of the franchise.

Star Wars: The Force Awakens (2015) comes bottom of that Imdb poll which is not really surprising. That film had a lot of heavy lifting to do; it had to reboot the franchise, banish the memory of three pretty dreadful films in the first three episodes, and introduce a new group of interesting characters. That it did that says a lot about the abilities of J.J. Abrams.

Rian Johnson has been provided with a fairy solid foundation on which to tell his story. The film opens as so many do with the remnants of the Resistance being pursued by the First Order led by the grasping tyrant Snoke (Andy Serkis). This may be the longest chase sequence in movie history since it runs for almost the whole of the films 152 minutes, however the eventual pay-off is devastating.

Meanwhile Rey (Daisy Ridley) is where we left her at the end of the last film, trying to persuade Luke Skywalker (Mark Hamill) to come back and unite the rebellion. Skywalker may or may not be the titular last Jedi, but he is the only one who can train Rey in the ways of the Force. Meanwhile Ray and the villainous Kylo Ren (Adam Driver), fresh from a bout of patricide, have a connection through the Force. He senses she can be turned to the dark side while she feels that there is enough good in him to bring him to the light.

The final plot strand involves Finn (John Boyega) and Rose (Kelly Marie Tran), a new addition to the cast, as they try to find some codebreaking doohickey (apologies for the technical term) that will enable the rebels to win the race against the First Order.

There are a lot of callbacks to Empire here and Johnson uses them judiciously. However, he does seize the opportunity to move the saga on. If The Force Awakens was a rebirth of the Star Wars franchise then The Last Jedi is a renewal; there is a definite shift in the balance of the storytelling. Johnson does a bit of judicious pruning to remove some baggage and sets the scene for a final episode which promises genuine new hope. Incidentally the final sequence of this film with its nod to Italian Neo-realism and Rome, Open City (1947) is heart-warming.

It’s also encouraging to see the universe Johnson creates is a genuinely diverse place in terms of gender, ethnicity, and especially age – the command structure of the rebel ship seems to be almost entirely made up of women in their middle years, which is refreshing.

The film has a few false notes, not least the casting of Laura Dern and Benicio Del Toro;both of these seem like a misstep. But is has a tremendous sense of visual excitement – the light sabre battle in Snoke’s throne room and the salt flats conflict in the final half hour are just visual treats as well as being tremendously exciting. Steve Yedlin’s cinematography is wonderful and John Williams’ score is the best thing he’s done in ages.

I enjoyed Star Wars: The Last Jedi immensely and I suspect that within a week or so there will be a new, and thoroughly deserved, leader at the top of that Imdb list.

Justice League may be a Frankenstein....but it's not monstrous

I cannot think of a film I wanted to see less than Justice League. Everything about the project sounded alarm bells; from the tin-eared track record of Zack Snyder to the traducing of cherished characters to the general lack of competent execution of what we must now call the DC Extended Universe (DCEU). Every trailer, every clip, every public utterance confirmed me in my resolve. Yet there I was on opening day, having paid for a ticket, and waiting for the lights to go down.

Guess what? It doesn’t suck. That may sound like damning with faint praise, but I could have said it’s the second best movie in the DCEU which is just the same I suppose. But to be honest there is enough to like in this film to make it worth the money.

One of the first comics I ever read was Justice League of America # 28. The US cover date was June 1964 but Lord knows when it made it to Springburn. Anyway, I couldn’t have been more than 8 and I thought it was the coolest thing I had ever read; all of those great superheroes in one place and so exciting! I haven’t missed an issue since; if there is such a thing as comic book DNA then the JLA is in mine. That’s why against my better judgement there I was waiting to be entertained.

With the exception of Wonder Woman (2017), I haven’t enjoyed a single film in the DCEU, largely because they’ve all been made under the creative aegis of Zack Snyder. As such they are full of bad CGI, barely literate scripts, and a casual sexism and borderline racism that is very worrying given the target audience is teenage boys. For several reasons Snyder had to leave Justice League midway through production and Joss Whedon was drafted in as a backstop. The resulting film is something of a Frankenstein production but there is enough life in Whedon’s contribution to offset the pervasive necrosis of Snyder’s work.

What’s wrong with it? The general heavy-handedness; the cringe-making opening; the fact that each of the characters is introduced in their own little mini-movie; the fact that it takes a full hour – half its running time – to get everyone back together. The villain, Steppenwolf, is dreadful and looks like a World of Warcraft reject, the plot is a contrivance to get Superman back on the playing field, and some of the characterisation is way off. Aquaman is the King of Atlantis not some aquatic oaf and The Flash is the foundation hero of the Silver Age of Comics, not some whiney emo snowflake. I could go on but those are just some of the lowlights.

So why go see it? There are lovely character touches which, unless Snyder has had a conversion to rival Paul the evangelist, are plainly the work of Whedon. For the first time in ages this is a DC movie which is relatively kid-friendly.

Wonder Woman is once again wonderful, there’s a nice moment with her lasso of truth and Aquaman. Diane Lane is super as Martha Kent and let’s face it they owe her after Batman vs. Superman (2016). There is subtlety and nuance here which has been spectacularly absent from the previous films. Also, it looks like Whedon ‘gets’ Superman. Even with the wooden Henry Cavill this is the best screen characterisation of the Man of Steel in years.

The story also shows signs of being changed for the better. This is ostensibly based on Jack Kirby’s Fourth World series with the all-pervasive threat of Darkseid Lord of Apokolips ready to conquer the universe with the omnipotent Mother Box. The components are hidden in separate locations including Atlantis and Themyscira, so the Justice League is involved in protecting them. This is the sort of thud and blunder stuff which would have been meat and drink to Snyder. Steppenwolf is Darkeid’s uncle but happily he seems to exist in isolation here. There’s extensive use of narration over the origin sequences which suggests we are not going down the Apokolips route for which we should be grateful.

Whedon seems determined to lighten the mood. In the good old days DC was the primary colour universe of fantastical and frankly preposterous stories; Marvel was where you went for your grim and gritty naturalism. In publishing, DC have had recent success with their back to basics ‘Rebirth’ exercise, which focuses on heroism and adventure and it looks like the films are going the same way.

This is a bit like turning an oil tanker; it’ll take time. However, under Whedon it looks like the manoeuvre has begun and with the newly-appointed co-chair of DC Films Geoff Johns – who learned his craft from Richard Donner – the ship appears to be finally heading in the right direction.