Solo: A Star Wars Story

Disney has hit the mother lode with the Star Wars franchise and is wasting no opportunity to deliver to its huge, hungry fan market further films to fill in between the ‘official’ trilogy episodes eight and nine. This one takes the character of Han Solo, owner and pilot of legendary spaceship The Millennium Falcon and goes back to maybe 10 years before the events of the very first Star Wars film (aka Episode IV: A New Hope, George Lucas, 1977). The script is by veteran Lawrence Kasdan (most notably co-screenwriter on The Empire Strikes Back, Irvin Kershner, 1980) and one of his sons Jonathan; on the evidence of Solo: A Star Wars Story they appear two very safe pairs of hands.

I always had the feeling that George Lucas had lucked out casting the then largely unknown Harrison Ford as Han Solo in the first film. Perhaps Star Wars would still have been the monster hit it was with another actor in the part, but in his first major role Ford lit up the screen every time he came on. Much the same thing happened when Disney bought him back into the series for fan favourite Star Wars: The Force Awakens (J.J.Abrams, 2015). So the challenge for Solo is to find an actor who can bring to the teenage Han Solo something on a par with what Ford brought to the adult version of the character. Imitating Ford would probably be a mistake. Alden Ehrenreich turns out to be a good choice. His performance effortlessly includes mannerisms which are pure Harrison Ford so you can believe the one onscreen actor will grow into the other later on. Yet Ehrenreich is smoother and less wisecrack-ey. But, the important thing is, it works.

Speaking of imitation, something I personally hate is when a Star Wars film slavishly copies parts of earlier Star Wars films (or even one of the films more or less in its entirety). This really isn’t a charge that for the most part can be levelled at Solo which plays out as a series of unique set pieces: an urban speeder chase, an attempted escape from a planet which is a prison in all but name, an Imperial training base where Solo meets the wookie Chewbacca (Joonas Suotamo, here playing a younger version of the character he played in Star Wars: The Last Jedi, Rian Johnson, 2017), a raid on a (sort of) monorail train winding its way through mountains along snowy ridges, the gambling den of Lando Calrissian (Donald Glover aka Childish Gambino) where The Millennium Falcon changes hands in a card game, a daring sortie to Kessel to plunder an unstable, explosive substance and a race against time to get that substance to a processing plant before it blows up and takes the Falcon with it.

In between all that comes cross and double cross involving Qi’ra (Emilia Clarke), the girl Solo left behind when he escaped the initial planet who in the interim has done “things you couldn’t possibly understand”, intergalactic criminal player Tobias Beckett (Woody Harrelson) and crime lord mastermind Dryden Vos (Paul Bettany). There are muddy rumours about a mysterious organisation known as the Crimson Dawn and – in a calculated imitation of Disney’s equally lucrative, rival Avengers franchise – talk of a gangster on the planet Tatooine putting together a crew to do a job both of which will presumably furnish material for the inevitable second and third Solo films. The Crimson Dawn trilogy, perhaps?

The gambling den scenes involve a degree of cheating on the part of Calrissian and in a later confrontation a clever countermove against his underhand methods by Solo. But as with whatever went on with Qi’ra which we never saw, there’s a feeling that what’s actually made it onto the screen isn’t that dirty. Enjoyable and entertaining? Yes. Dirty? Not particularly.

Two other characters fare rather better in terms of whether or not the film is a genuinely dirty vision.

Beckett’s sidekick Val is played with great presence and energy by a terrific Thandie Newton, continuing the franchise’s push for ethnic diversity within its cast. As with John Boyega in Disney’s first Star Wars film The Force Awakens (2015), it’s good to see a black actor take centre stage in a Star Wars outing and the fact that it’s a woman is a definite dirty plus. Newton plays the character as a no nonsense, hardbitten type as effective as Beckett.

Equally if not more worthy of special mention is Phoebe Waller-Bridge for mocapping and voicing Calrissian’s co-pilot and droid with attitude L3-37. She’s far, far removed from the cuddly R2-D2 and subservient English butler-type C-3PO droid and robot of Episode IV, constantly arguing with Calrissian and poking her nose in where it isn’t wanted to speak up about Droid Rights. It’s as if C-3PO changed sex and became a rampant feminist. L3-37’s not perfect either – occasionally someone has to give had a bang on the head to get her circuits to function correctly, but she always comes through in a crisis. The character, and Waller-Bridge’s visually arresting physicality of movement and vocal argumentativeness, is arguably the dirtiest thing in the film and surely destined to become a major element in Millennium Falcon mythology.

The proceedings overall start at breakneck pace and never really let up, with the screen constantly full of amazing visuals and astonishing characters. Perhaps the biggest surprise of all is that the director holding it all together (after the original directors were fired) and doing a fabulous job is Hollywood veteran Ron Howard who prior to this surprised us all with compelling motor racing biopic Rush (2013) and memorable documentary The Beatles: Eight Days A Week – The Touring Years (2017). If he seems less interested in dirt and subversiveness than in delivering the package Disney and the audience want, to his credit a few dirty elements still sneak into the movie. Meanwhile, Disney currently seem to have the magic touch with the Star Wars movies and their serious presence in the blockbuster stakes looks set to continue for quite a while, dirty or not…

Solo: A Star Wars Story is out in the UK on Thursday, May 24th. Watch the film trailer below:

Blade Runner 2049

Science fiction hasn’t always been dystopia fiction wrapped with moral ambiguity. After the impact of Ridley Scott’s Blade Runner (1982), combined with the art house aesthetics of Tarkovsky’s Stalker (1979) the future was never the idealistic alluring it once was, now there was only sadness and decay. Following in the style of Scott, Denis Villeneuve brings an astute eye to the paradoxically beautiful yet unforgiving futuristic Los Angeles. Working in the same genre as Arrival, that film’s vast scope for sci-fi proved only the surface to its non-linear narrative and emotive core. Villeneuve’s next step was always going to be interesting, but nobody expected it to be Blade Runner 2049.

Adopting the 30 years later template of Star Wars etc, Villeneuve’s work takes place in the exact same space as the original, only humanity has driven itself into a deeper state of pollution and overpopulation. Not only are have the replicants been modified to be the perfect foot soldiers of the human race, the subsequent years have seen an electro-magnetic pulse blackout, worm farms installed as protein alternatives and the rise of The Wallace Corporation, replacing Tyrell as masters of AI manufacturing.

Evolving technologies of holograms, humanity has created a climate that leaves little room for actual human interaction. Granted these themes have been discussed numerous times in poignant films like Ex Machina (Alex Garland, 2014) and Her (Spike Jonze, same year) Blade Runner 2049 somehow manages to find new room in which to illustrate and debate this topical debate – visually and narratively. The logic behind this evolution in human technology and interaction is highly plausible, giving emotional gravitas to K and the relationship he holds with his sex hologram, Joi (Ana de Armas). Commoditised and marketed as the ultimate female pleasure across the city in gigantic neo size, Armas’ beauty is reminiscent of Sean Young’s Rachel.

Part of Wallace’s replicant army is K (Ryan Gosling) works for the LAPD as a blade runner. Unlike Deckard before him, it is made crystal clear from the opening moments that K is not human. The clarity that instantly introducing this character as a replicant frees the film up, leaving the is-he-or-is-he-not debate of Deckard and Blade Runner trailing behind. After an opening encounter with an older replicant model named Sapper Morton (David Bautista), K must track down a further target, leading him to a discover the chiselled Deckard (Harrison Ford). Like the great films of Hitchcock, so much of the film’s plot lies in mystery.

The small-scale models of the original are works of art, helping to create some of the most vivid science fiction world-building from figures the size of a thumbnail. Still, with Rogen Deakins as DoP, Villeneuve imbues a grander scale, with help from Dennis Gassner’s production design. Amalgamating with the sounds of Zimmer and Benjamin Wallfisch, sight and sound form together intrinsically, demonstrating cinema’s visual excellence, in ways that cannot be achieved in other arts.

Adopting harsher synth than Vangelis’ score, the diegetic and non-diegetic sounds of dystopian Los Angeles could be found in any ominous Berlin-based nightclub such as Berghain. As in Sicario (Denis Villeneuve, 2015), Deakins’ uses the natural darkness of the frame to illicit chiaroscuro, creating some of the most powerful vistas of 2017.

An extension of the numerous self-assured protagonists he has portrayed over decades, it’s in this performance as Deckard that Harrison Ford gives one his finest, most tender portrayals. Eliciting melancholy in a form some, including myself, thought we would never be seen from Ford again, his Deckard feels tactile and nuanced without feeling overplayed.

Akin to the unicorn referenced in Blade Runner, Blade Runner 2049 is truly a rare breed of a film; it is original without destroying any of the achievements of its predecessor. Villeneuve crafts a true modern blockbuster that will survive in an era of formulaic superhero flicks. Flourishing with a glimmering moment of emotion, Villeneuve closes with an emotive core – comparable to Arrival. As the screen turned to black, I was thankful to emote overwhelming sensations of joy and sadness. Pinching myself, I was reminded of my humanity – this cannot be said of those replicants, who have seen so many things, such as starships burning off the shoulder of Orion…

Blade Runner 2049 is out in cinemas across the UK and the world right now.