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Also on release this week
• YOU have to admire a teen flick such as High School Musical 3 for having no shame in introducing new cast members called Tiara Gold, Donny Dion and Jimmy Zara.
High School Musical has been a worldwide phenomena, a Fame for the Noughties, and, of course, this instalment – the last featuring the current crop of all-singing and all-dancing students – will no doubt do what its expectant audience requires.
Each generation has a high school flick of some kind they fall in love with. I recall my older sisters loving Grease, while for my generation it was Back To The Future, so it’s hard to be too harsh on this lot, although I doubt people will be too misty-eyed about the trilogy in 20 years’ time.
Tiara and her chums join the usual suspects including Troy, Chad and Kelsi in an end-of-year revue with the usual romance (puppy loves heading for the rocks because they’ve chosen different colleges!) and plenty of set-piece dance routines.
At the very least you have to admire Disney for helping kids with rubbish names feel less selfconscious at school.
• SOUTH Korean hit A Bloody Aria is dirty, violent and rather compelling.
When music professor Park Young-sun takes a pretty young student for a ride in his posh new Merc, he hopes to get some action. Instead, what awaits is a vile ordeal in this film which includes significant violence.
What makes this interesting is director Won Yon Shin’s riff on the interclass violence in South Korea, how workers have such little stake in the economic boom and are routinely ill-treated by their betters that occasionally something will snap. Not pretty, but pretty clever.
• ARSENAL’s football stadium in Ashburton Grove is the setting for a terrorist suicide bomb attack on which Incendiary, a flimsy Ewan McGregor vehicle, hinges.
Directed by Sharon Macguire (Bridget Jones’s Diary), it has plenty of mockney sensibilities and little drama, considering the potentially devastating, heart-breaking topic.
Middle-class mum is having an affair with tabloid hack Terence. It all goes wrong when her hubby and son get blown up in a terror attack.
Cue some heart-wrenching scenes featuring grieving-but-slightly-soiled mum clutching pink teddy, the favoured toy of now-dead son (shouldn’t it have been the big ugly green Arsenal mascot, the Gunnersaurus?). Backed by Channel Four Films, it’s not much fun, and at times beyond cringeworthy. |
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