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Joe is the film and TV critic for The Lincolnite. He is a Master’s student at the University of Lincoln, having abandoned the sunny beaches of the Cayman Islands for the slightly colder climes of Lincolnshire to see whether he could make it as a writer. Joe graduated from St. John’s College in Annapolis, Maryland in 2016, where he studied the Liberal Arts and drank far too much bad American beer.


June 21, 2019 11.05 am This story is over 69 months old

Brightburn promises a ‘brand-new’ genre: superhero horror. Whether this is a new genre is up for debate, but it certainly asserts its claim boldly. The concept itself is fairly derivative — ‘Evil Superman’ is a rather glib but fair summation. A spaceship crash lands and its precious package, a young boy, is rescued and adopted by farmers. On his twelfth birthday he begins to experience his body changing — super strength, lightning speed, flight and even laser vision. So far, so familiar. But this time there is no Jor-El to guide him, nor any intention of being mankind’s saviour.

Despite the simple reworking of the Superman narrative, the film does a creditable job of tying together two classic genres – superhero and horror. Unfortunately, the film does at times get lost somewhere in the middle, never fully executing this interesting experiment.

There are some genuinely good horror moments, occasionally descending in to some rather cliché ones, too, but the tension builds nicely, albeit quickly, throughout. The ending is a rapid and excellent descent into total chaos. Here, the 90-minute runtime is a blessing and a curse: it successfully avoids dragging its feet and lagging, as many recent hero movies have done, but it comes at the cost of a more fulfilling narrative.

The themes of isolation are not explored to their full potential, although Jackson Dunn does excellently with the material he is given. He is especially strong in the earlier parts where Brandon is reckoning with powers beyond his control. Sadly, they abandon this exploration prematurely, and his descent to true evil comes at the cost of any compassion we felt for his character.

Elizabeth Banks is the stand-out performer, playing the disbelieving but concerned mother with great nous and compassion. David Denman aside, the rest of the cast are rarely given enough screen time to make much of an impact other than as victims, such is the pace of the film.

The lack of comic relief is also surprising, given its success in the rare instances it is employed. Involved here only as a producer, it is clear that James Gunn’s comedic talents are vastly superior to his brother and cousin, the writers Brian and Mark Gunn.

Aside from the early visuals being deliberately similar to the Snyder DC Superman films, the superhero clichés are well avoided. Thankfully, Superman comics or posters are nowhere to be seen. With its 15-rating, copious violence and gloomy themes, it feels a bit like a challenge to Snyder and co. at DC – if you want dark superhero films, here’s how to do it.

This is one of those rare instances in which I would actually like to see a director’s cut; the meat of the drama is blazed over with great speed, feeling as though there are scenes which are missing from the final product which could have made this good film great.

The complete madness of the final sequence is the saving grace, ending on such a bleak note that the sheer boldness of it allows you to forgive the more rushed elements of the film.

Brightburn (2019) Rating: 6.5/10

Joe is the film and TV critic for The Lincolnite. He is a Master’s student at the University of Lincoln, having abandoned the sunny beaches of the Cayman Islands for the slightly colder climes of Lincolnshire to see whether he could make it as a writer. Joe graduated from St. John’s College in Annapolis, Maryland in 2016, where he studied the Liberal Arts and drank far too much bad American beer.

Apparently Disney’s insistence on making mediocre reboots is infectious. Columbia & Sony Pictures have released yet another Men in Black, ignoring the tepid response from MIB 3 in 2012 and deciding that a fresh cast and crew is what the franchise actually needed. The major problem being that nothing about this film feels fresh, and it’s not because of the absence of the Prince himself. 

After their sizzling chemistry in Thor: Ragnarok, the casting of Chris Hemsworth and Tessa Thompson is an obvious one. Here, despite their earnest efforts, they are criminally misused by a script which offers them almost nothing to work with. Given that Art Marcum and Matt Holloway’s last writing assignment was Transformers: The Last Knight, it ought not to be surprising that this is a tragically poor attempt to revive a franchise which should have been left to die years ago. 

Chris Hemsworth and Tessa Thompson in Men in Black: International (2019). Photo: Giles Keyte – © 2018 CTMG, Inc.

The plot is effectively a re-hashing of the original – a miniaturised and extremely powerful weapon is passed on to MIB by a royal alien – but this time with a twist! The ‘twist’, however, is so laboriously projected that you know what it’s going to be after the very first scene. And if you couldn’t figure it out then, you’ll have a dozen other opportunities to do so, courtesy of the most heavy-handed foreshadowing ever to ‘grace’ the silver screen. 

Aside from a 10-minute sequence with Kumail Narjiani’s Pawny, the script is unforgivably unfunny. To say the jokes are laboured implies that some work actually went into writing them. The report that Thompson refused to utter Will Smith’s iconic line, “I make this look good!” tells you all you need to know about the level of originality from the scriptwriters. Most appalling is the running ‘gag’ of Liam Neeson’s agent T being called ‘High T’ because he runs the London office – a ‘joke’ repeated nearly a dozen times, in case you failed to groan the first time. 

Liam Neeson and Tessa Thompson in Men in Black: International (2019). Photo: Giles Keyte – © 2018 CTMG, Inc.

It seems worth mentioning that I adore the original Men in Black, and, along with the Disney remakes, I find these lazy, CGI-heavy reboots to be frankly offensive to the memories of their wonderful predecessors, and to the nostalgic audiences shelling out a week’s wages to see them. MIB already tarnished their original glory with MIB 2, and although they partially redeemed themselves with MIB 3 in 2012, there was absolutely no reason to try and revive the flagging franchise. And yet here we are, forced to watch a tiresome, unfunny and unoriginal film that serves as a stark reminder of the stranglehold marketing executives have on their studios. No doubt the creatives would rather make new and compelling movies; instead they are forced to resuscitate dying franchises with Sisyphean regularity.  

MIB: International rating: 3/10

Joe is the film and TV critic for The Lincolnite. He is a Master’s student at the University of Lincoln, having abandoned the sunny beaches of the Cayman Islands for the slightly colder climes of Lincolnshire to see whether he could make it as a writer. Joe graduated from St. John’s College in Annapolis, Maryland in 2016, where he studied the Liberal Arts and drank far too much bad American beer.

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