Father Mother Sister Brother

Father Mother Sister Brother

Writer & Director ~ Jim Jarmusch

2025, United States-United Kingdom-Italy-France-Ireland-Germany

Stars ~ Tom Waits, Adam Driver, Mayim Bialik, Charlotte Rampling, Cate Blanchett

Family reunions held together by water, mystery, Rolexes, driving in cars, irresolution and “Bob’s your uncle”. Jarmusch returns to his anthology style where the stories are bonded by slice-of-life, mood and amusement. This lets loose his interest in all different people and classes again, but without culture clash as its source of amusement but rather concentrating on the unknowable mysteries of families.

 

Tom Waits defines the first story, there’s an almost Wes Anderson crispness arrangement for the second and a tangible warmth to the last (my favourite). Typically and deceptively slight but meaningful in its open-ended observations on the performative nature of families. Not as brave and soul-cleansing as ‘Paterson’ in its celebration of trivialities and introversion, this is middling filler Jarmusch with great performances and a relaxed, humane atmosphere. Not quite as satisfyingly oddball as his best, although reliably life-affirming.  

 

Lift to the Scaffold

 

Lift to the Scaffold

Elevator to the Gallows

Ascenseur pour l'échafaud

Director ~ Louis Malle

Writers ~ Roger Nimier, Louis Malle’ Noël Calef

1958, France

Stars ~ Jeanne Moreau, Maurice Ronet, Georges Poujouly

 

I can’t quite recall if it was Louis Malles’ ‘Lift to the Scaffold’ or his devastating ‘Au Revoir les Enfants’ that I saw first. They were featured on some World Cinema season on Channel 4 or BBC2 and they were certainly the first French films that I recall seeing. I mean, I had probably seen something badly dubbed Europudding during childhood, but nothing that I remember. They were quite the revelation. Amazon synopsises the film as a s a “French black comedy in which a crime of passion goes horribly wrong when the killer gets trapped in a lift.”  Although a succinct summary, I’m not sure about the “black comedy” part, although there’s definite incremental amusement in seeing the randomness of fate work on everyone. Although adapted from Noël Calef’s novel, it really isn’t so much the crime plot that you’ll come away with from ‘Lift to the Scaffold’, but Jeanne Moreau wandering aimlessly through the night streets of the city in a particularly Gallic romantic delirium, murmuring and thinking “Je’taime… Je’taime…” Surely many parodies of French films start here – all that posing and smoking – but the jazz-noir atmosphere is a triumph of mood and cool posture. Here is a film credited with starting the French New Wave and creating a new syntax between naturalism and score. However, one can argue that Jean-Pierre Melville’s ‘Bob le Flambeur’ (1956) pre-dates ‘Ascenseur’ in intent. If American noir thrillers were distinguished by being tightly wound and staged, the loose feel Malle offered was more akin to the improvised existential jazz and loneliness of Miles Davis’s trumpet. It is about accidents, incidentals and chaos theory usurping the clockwork ingenuity of the thriller anti-heroes.

The influence of Malle’s prior documentary work can be clearly seen in this low-budget streetwise grab for verisimilitude. Its influence can be seen on Cassavetes to Jarmusch, for example, not just the French New Wave. The unforgettable tracking shots of Moreau walking the city were made using a baby carriage and natural streetlight. It was ‘Lift to the Scaffold’ that truly put her on the map, although Moreau was already an established working actor; Malle cast her after her theatre performance on ‘Cat on a Hot Tin Roof’. Her character was not key to the book, but she was brought in and bolstered to give more name draw appeal. An overheated interior, cold bitch exterior, sultry ice maiden Moreau drags the whole narrative along without make-up: filimng a star without make-up was in fact one of the appeals of the role for Moreau.

In fact, Davis’s contribution is mostly assigned to Moreau’s nocturnal search for her lover: it is the voice of her loneliness and longing. Reported by Simon Mas,

“On 4 December 1957 at 10 p.m., Davis and his band went to the Le Poste Parisien studios to record the score. The band drank together for an hour, played for four hours, then took two hours of editing, and left the studio by 5 a.m. the next day having finished the film score.”

The band may slip in later to provide some notation to the action, but without trumpet: it’s the raw, melancholic wail of Davis’s trumpet that is unforgettable.

The plot is split into three parallel narratives, even genres: the romantic-delirious woman; the foolhardy wildcard young lovers; the murderer stuck in the lift. It is a pleasure to watch them leisurely wander around and come together, bookended by Moreau’s romantic euphoria for a most satisfactory conclusion. There are always excellent little details to keep fascination with the deliberate pace almost distracting to how tightly wound the plot is. Disgust and outrage at the Algerian war underlies a lot of background, not just infidelity and romantic fantasy, giving proceedings political edge. It is all directed with flare and enough smarts even if it is Moreau and Davis’s digressions that linger.

Moreau talks of cinema as “a modern way of communicating with the world”, and “the mirror of the world”, and “truer than the truth”. The intention of reaching for more can be found in ‘Lift to the Scaffold’s mood taken from the streets, not reliant on make-up and full filmmaking artifice. But ultimately ‘Lift to the Scaffold’ remains a very entertaining thriller, taking sly digs at its characters, with a genre-instigating mood.

Minions & Monsters

Minions & Monsters

Director ~ Pierre Coffin

Writers ~ Pierre Coffin, Brian Lynch

2026, USA

Stars ~ Pierre Coffin, Trey Parker, Allison Janney

Well, from the start this isn’t what you might expect implied by that title – that’s “&”, not “versus”. Rather, it is a paean to movies and filmmaking with a host of in-jokes from the silent era through to Kaiju, ‘The Mummy’, and ‘The Blob’. There’s Harold Lloyd; ‘The Day the Earth Stood Still’; Cthulhu; ‘Citizen Kane’ is amusing (the minions can’t quite the transition to talkies). But it is not one of those films that is for kids with a few in-joke bones thrown to the accompanying parents: it doesn’t expect the youngsters to recognise silent film references but just to enjoy the slapstick and the giggling stupidity of the minions. And, having taken its time setting things in place, it becomes about the minions trying to make a monster movie (and sowing the seeds for the next generation of filmmakers?). 

Perhaps the Dort (Jesse Eisenberg) storyline doesn’t offer much more than time-filling and diversion, but the whole is fast, frenzied, mildly anarchic and amusing, colourful, and often surprising in its insistence in being cine-literate. The minions have emerged as a superlative comic invention from their ‘Despicable Me’ origins, and certainly a franchise film at this stage (it’s their seventh appearance) is surprising in its validity for existing rather than just cashing-in.

Pierre Coffin, one of the original creators and their continued voice, is reported to have been averse to making another minions movie until he heard the premise. It is stuffed full of gags and detail in the contemporary rapid-fire style that (in this case) rewards repeat viewings. Celebrating friendships and collaboration as much as giggly chaos, and the triumph and joy of creativity against the shortsighted cultish need to find a Big Boss. It is a kids’ film with oodles of wider appeal for cineasts. And like any bunch of gigglers, it’s immune to churlish criticism.