Sightseers director Ben Wheatley collected the Palm Dog on Smurf’s behalf and praised his commitment to the often challenging role. In a key scene, Smurf, who plays a lost dog called Banjo, licks his owner Chris (Steve Oram) in an intimate area while he is in a romantic clinch with his (human) girlfriend Tina (Alice Lowe). The award was presented by Telegraph film critic Robbie Collin, who joined the Palm Dog jury this year alongside fellow British critics Peter Bradshaw, Kate Muir and Charles Gant. The jury was led by Toby Rose, the organiser of the Palm Dog, which is now in its 12th year. Jurors awarded a special runner-up award to Billy Bob, a Jack Russell who appears in Le Grand Soir, Gustave de ... Continue reading →
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Kylie Minogue stars in an exhilarating, lunatic odyssey, writes Robbie Collin. 24 May 2012 | Comments The Paperboy features a scene where Nicole Kidman wees on Zac Efron to soothe a jellyfish sting. It's awful, writes Robbie Collin. 24 May 2012 | Comments Jack Kerouac's seminal beat novel is tedious on screen, writes Robbie Collin. 23 May 2012 | Comments Brad Pitt's new film has the poise of a great 1970s American crime picture, writes Robbie Collin. 23 May 2012 | Comments Korean director Hong Sangsoo has made confusion woozily pleasurable in his film In Another Country, writes Robbie Collin. 22 May 2012 | Comments The sole British contender for this year's Palme D’Or is Ken Loach's smokily satisfying comedy. 22 May 2012 | Comments ... Continue reading →
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12A cert, 94 min: Dir Wes Anderson, starring Jared Gilman, Kara Hayward, Bruce Willis, Edward Norton, Bill Murray, Frances McDormand, Tilda Swinton, Jason Schwartzman Sam has the frontiersman smarts of a 12-year-old Davy Crockett and the coonskin cap to go with them. He also smokes a corncob pipe. Suzy is both old and cool before her time; after Sam pitches an immaculate camp on the beach, she teaches him how to dance to a Françoise Hardy record. She reminded me of a younger version of Gwyneth Paltrow’s Margot from Anderson’s 2001 film The Royal Tenenbaums; appealingly unknowable and an emotional Rubik’s Cube. The elopement takes place on an archipelago close to the (fictional) New England town of New Penzance, as does the subsequent search-and-rescue operation ... Continue reading →
At a time when most of the world seems to be mired in financial and poltical uncertainty, many of the films at Cannes are about ordered lives upended by chaos. Some directors have tried to control the chaos, others have embraced it. Only on Sunday will we discover which of the two approaches comes out on top. One film, however, plumps for a bit of both. The astounding Holy Motors by Leos Carax, which has received the loudest and longest applause of the festival so far, neatly slots an extraordinary amount of exhilarating, David Lynch-like lunacy into a rigorous ten-part plot. It stars the French actor and clown Denis Lavant as Monsieur Oscar, an odd job man who does some very odd jobs indeed. He ... Continue reading →
