Sunday Independent (Ireland) - Living - - CINEMA - HI­LARY A WHITE AINE O'CONNOR

Cert: Club; Light House and Palas

When you pref­ace a gory re­venge thriller with a Grate­ful Dead lyric and that ends up be­ing the least bizarre thing, you know that you have an in­stant cult clas­sic on your hands. That’s one of the more mun­dane things you find your­self con­sid­er­ing when the cur­tain draws on this ut­terly unique death-metal fairy­tale from Ital­ian-cana­dian film­maker Panos Cos­matos.

Ni­co­las Cage (ar­guably in self-par­ody mode) plays Red, a burly log­ger liv­ing in the Pa­cific North­west in 1983 with part­ner Mandy (An­drea Rise­bor­ough, chan­nelling Karen Car­pen­ter).

When a hor­rid cult leader (Li­nus Roache) lays eyes on her one day in the for­est, he and his min­ions call on black-clad demons to kid­nap her and bring ruin to the cou­ple’s peace­ful ex­is­tence. Red goes on the mother and fa­ther of all re­venge sprees. There will be blood.

All is bathed in psy­chotropic hues as Cos­matos and DOP Ben­jamin Loeb cre­ate a woozy, saucer-eyed aes­thetic that re­sem­bles a manga car­toon made flesh or a shroom trip gone spec­tac­u­larly wrong. The plot may be the stuff of a teenage comic strip, but it’s all pre­sented in such a fla­grantly stylised man­ner that it has your com­plete and un­di­vided at­ten­tion from the get-go.

A fab en­sem­ble cast is capped off by Con­nemara leg­end Ol­wen Fouere, while, poignantly, it is the last film to fea­ture the soundtrack work of the late and very great Jo­hann Jo­hanns­son. A dark, dotty and deliri­ous Hal­loween treat.

Cert: G; Now show­ing

There’s a rather grown-up ide­ol­ogy in this an­i­mated story, about knowl­edge set­ting you free, but the pack­age in which it comes is a lit­tle pedes­trian, a slightly poorer Mon­sters Inc for a new gen­er­a­tion.

A com­mu­nity of yetis live high above the clouds, happy in their be­liefs that their world was pooped out by the Great Sky Yak, the sun is a snail that will only rise if a gong is struck and that there is no such thing as the Small­foot, hu­mans. But when Migo (Chan­ning Ta­tum) meets a Small­foot and chal­lenges the com­mu­nity’s bliss­ful ig­no­rance, he is ex­pelled. But he is not the only yeti to sus­pect the ac­cepted truths are fake and to­gether they go on a jour­ney to find truth.

It’s sweet, funny and mu­si­cal but it is un­likely to be­come a clas­sic.

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