What's On? 30.03.17
I'll start with Ghost in the Shell, because I've effectively been waiting for this film since I heard it was in production last year. Having reviewed the anime version (1995) upon which it's based, I'm going into this with the gentle let-down of having already read three-star reviews. Bearing in mind I wasn't 'crazy' about the anime version, I don't think I'll be disappointed by this film, though the latent sense of something in my unconscious wills me to this film like a sleepwalker, expecting more than just a three-star experience. I can't deny it's my kind of film, a 'mood' film of beauty and style and futurism; give me style and charisma, and the plot can be as incomprehensible as a page of Jacques Lacan, as long as it's well-meaning. Scarlett Johansson's voice will be dialled down to a sleepy robotic trance as she walks a landscape of bright lights and dehumanization. Okay, I'll admit it, I really am quite excited.
Should I drink? It's quite a big issue when you're broke, to spend £3 or £4 in a cinema for a drink and then get another one if the feeling hits, that looseness submerging you. But this is the kind of film I would like to drink for, a special event, for an added effect, even if it adds to the costs. Alcohol doesn't always hit the spot. I wish there was some kind of narcotic that gave you a trance-like feeling but was absolutely safe, one you could time to wear off as the credits roll at the end. But perhaps Scarlett's trance-like voice in a world of darkness and wires will be enough.The other film, in some ways the opposite of Ghost in the Shell, is Free Fire. Anything with Cillian Murphy is going to be beguiling, and his confrontation against an over-the-top Sharlto Copley makes me smile just thinking about it. The trailer looked hilarious. The premise, of an arms sale in a warehouse that goes badly wrong, sounds demented, a one-hour shoot-out carefully choreographed, with increasingly desperate shouting. This is the 'wake up!' to the Ghost in the Shell's narcotic, to be watched together some day back-to-back, and actually, with such an experience, who needs alcohol?