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Reel Talk Episode 22 – Danny Dyer Sit On My Bed


This week I talked for a bit¬†about Tune for Two, a masterpiece of short filmmaking. FilmCritHulk talks about how the greatest virtue of the short is economy, conveying your observation with as much directness (not bluntness – films always require elegance no matter their length) as possible, and by that measure Tune for Two is a total success. With one location, one scenario and no speech, two men act out a truth as harrowing to the soul as any conveyed by a full-length tragedy. This is a film made deftly. The empty monochrome environs ¬†birth a chill, clear atmosphere fit for bleak honesty. The sound design refrains from emphasising the feelings of the men, sensibly deciding that an unadorned truth is more convincing, but a ringing at the beginning and a hollowness in the ending song perfectly set up and perpetuate the dislocation brought by the truth. The desperation and hesitation of the men is genuine. Tune for Two makes a point more developed than many a feature’s observation, and does so in less than 3 minutes. I cannot stress enough how great an achievement that is. Watch it.

Tune for Two was mentioned as part of a Favourite’s Favourites talking about the odd gems we like to show our friends, the centrepiece of a Reel Talk PACKED with varied film discussion. From Bubba Ho Tep to Old Joy, from Freerunner (a Danny Dyer movie of truly special shittiness) to Yeelen (a movie about a magician in 13th century Mali – which I need to see ASAP), from Nymphomaniac to Raising Arizona, Reel Talk brings you a film review smorgasbord. Dig in at the link below, or subscribe on iTunes!



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Reel Talk Episode 16 – “Get Laid or Become A Lobster!”

I am having trouble summarising this particular podcast.

Broadly speaking, the three sections were all there. The news was pretty weird, with discussions of a horrifying trailer for a Postman Pat movie set to haunt my sleep. The feature discussed our favourite Philip Seymour Hoffman performances, in the wake of the great artist’s death. There were even a few reviews here and there, of You’re Next, Nebraska and O Brother Where Art Thou? But thinking back, such order feels misplaced. Everything just sort of flowed, one thing into another, ramble into serious discussion, back again into ramble. It was nice. Bet it makes for good listening.


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