Well, it’s over then. Yes my adoring readership, No-English Moviember for 2015 has come to a close. Please wipe away your tears, I know how heart rending this is. But fear not, for although we are at the end, we still have one last film to go and, as I sit here typing with the blustering winds outside, I shall transport you to sunnier climes with Ritesh Batra’s The Lunchbox.
When Up in the Air was announced to be coming to theatres near you in 2009 I looked at the poster and thought “Well that looks boring” and decided to watch Up instead, a film with three less words in the title but packing a huge emotional wallop that we have all come to experience from that film.
Well I never intended for these DreamWorks reviews to be a biweekly thing, but that’s how it’s somehow turned out. I was about to break this cycle and put up my review of Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron today, but something prevented me and, if you read the title, I think you can guess what it was.
It’s the first time I’ve reviewed a film that is still being shown in the cinema at time of reviewing since About Time and what a film to bring me back from reviewing films from years gone by. I’m a bit of a Studio Ghibli fan and when I heard that Hayao Miyazaki’s possibly final film The Wind Rises was screening near me I knew what this Wednesday’s review was going to be.
No. No no no no no no no no. I said I wasn’t going to do a pun on the title in my last article and I’m sticking to my guns. When a film title like this comes round, it seems that most reviewers salivate so much that they could flood their rooms and turn it into a swimming pool at the opportunity to make an awful pun on what is a well-meaning title. Well bugger that ship and all those who sail in it and I hope they die a deeply ironic death that others may use for awful puns. And after that lovely use of imagery, time for the review.
As it is that time again when strawberries and cream start to sell out and the weather becomes peculiarly, almost eerily, nice for Britain, one must conclude that Wimbledon is upon us once again and now BBC1 and BBC2 will be shoving Wimbledon down our throats for the next two weeks. While tennis for me is about as exciting as a fungal infection, I will say it is a damn side better than Formula 1, Cricket and Golf, all of which would induce a severe brain haemorrhage. However a film about tennis promised to be far more exhilarating than actual tennis itself, so I decided to review the 2004 film Wimbledon, which wins the prize for “World’s Most No-Nonsense Title”.