"Climbing the mountain of conflict"? You sounded like a Nazi Julie Andrews!

In the Loop

(2009)

As with The Thick of It, Capaldi rules this big screen version with splenetic fury, and is particularly creative in his bile when confronted by the wretched Americans he has to make sure he goes to war with. James Gandolfini gets some choice lines too, whilst Chris Addison is so effective in this role because he has being a complete prick in real life to draw from.

The revelation here is Tom Hollander, pretty much typecast as a tosser but here getting a chance to blend a Hugh Grant duffer-type with a dose of realism. Paul Higgins' Jamie McDonald also returns. And Sledgehammer features too! And then there's Anna Chlumsky, she of My Girl(s), who has grown up to be a something of a babe with great comic timing.

To be honest, there's nothing really that impressive about the political machinations that hasn't been done before and smarter in the TV original (and the Steve Coogan cameo falls flat) but it doesn't really matter when you've got this cast spouting these lines.

***1/2

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Django Unchained (2012)
(MINOR SPOILERS) Since the painful misstep of Grindhouse/Death Proof, Quentin Tarantino has regained the higher ground like never before. Pulp Fiction, his previous commercial and critical peak, has been at very least equalled by the back-to-back hits of Inglourious Basterds and Django Unchained. Having been underwhelmed by his post Pulp Fiction efforts (albeit, I admired his technical advances as a director in Kill Bill), I was pleasantly surprised by Inglourious Basterds. It was no work of genius (so not Pulp Fiction) by any means, but there was a gleeful irreverence in its treatment of history and even to the nominal heroic status of its titular protagonists. Tonally, it was a good fit for the director’s “cool” aesthetic. As a purveyor of postmodern pastiche, where the surface level is the subtext, in some ways he was operating at his zenith. Django Unchained is a retreat from that position, the director caught in the tug between his all-important aesthetic pr…

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