Feisty Eleanor (June Squibb) is 94 years young and still enjoys trolling her neighbours and bossing grocery store clerks around to fetch pickles. But when her bestie Bessie (Rita Zohar) passes away, Eleanor is lost. She and Bessie, a Holocaust survivor, had lived together in Florida – sleeping in matching twin beds, bitching together over the kitchen table – and Eleanor’s daughter decides to move her Ma closer to her, in Manhattan.
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Floundering in the big city, Eleanor joins a Jewish OAP group at a local community centre to make new friends, only realising once she’s part of the gang that they are all Holocaust survivors who regularly share their stories. Not wishing to differentiate herself, Eleanor fibs – recounting the experience she’s heard many times from Bessie as her own. And when a young journalism student (Erin Kellyman) asks to profile her, she agrees. What harm can it do?
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Of course, this is no simple white lie in a world where faux Holocaust survivors threaten the authenticity of the events of WW2 for those wishing to deny it, but this is a gentle comedy designed to make audiences like Eleanor despite her misjudgements. That’s easy to do as played by Squibb, a cute granny with a comedically sharp tongue, but the film – directed by Scarlett Johansson in her helming debut – is soft around the edges.
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A tinkling piano score suggests all proceedings should be viewed as quirky cute, but the way Eleanor’s lie builds out to take in the grief of a father (Chiwetel Ejiofor) and easy forgiveness, it’s territory seen numerous times before in Lifetime movies. And tonally, it’s a hard line to walk as it wanders through generational trauma, trips to Coney Island, family farce and a crisis of faith. Johansson doesn’t always manage to overcome the disconnects.
The treat therefore, is in watching Squibb twinkle her way through various situations – compelling as a fallible older woman, even if the material doesn’t meet her in quality.
Pictures courtesy of TriStar Pictures Eleanor the Great is in cinemas now
There are two types of people in the world: Christmas movie people and non-Christmas movie people. If you’re in the former group, you’ll likely love Richard Curtis, John Lewis adverts and enjoy Kate Winslet in the The Holiday. And Winslet’s directorial debut sits comfortably within that vibe, a festive comi-weepie with a star-studded cast, cute kids and a closer that will make you want to give your family members a good squeeze (even the grouchy ones). It’s unapologetically tinsel-y, emotionally manipulative and loaded with Britishisms – in other words, a successor to Love, Actually and exactly the type of movie you might want to watch post-turkey with the fam when it debuts on Netflix.
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Written by Winslet’s son, Joe Anders, the titular June at the centre of a scrapping family is a granny matriarch (Helen Mirren) with terminal cancer, whose pre-Christmas fall puts her in hospital under the eye of nurse Angel (the absolutely delightful, Fisayo Akinade). June’s grown kids don’t really gel: bossy career woman Julia (Winslet) and abrasive organic-only Molly (Andrea Riseborough) fight; rumpled Connor (Johnny Flynn) doesn’t get out of his parents’ house much, and hippy Helen (Toni Collette) hasn’t been home from LA for years. Crammed together in a hospital room with various offspring (directed with appealing authenticity so as not to come over as stage-school brats) and a daft dad (Timothy Spall), June’s family unravels and binds tightly together again as she takes her final breaths…
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Family squabbling is sketched with relaxed realism as the siblings talk over each other, tell their dad to shut up and get so infuriated by one another a visiting rota is drawn up. A vase is broken, people confess jealousy over vending machine snacks and there’s a gooey nativity with Christmas lights. None of it is deep, but the family dynamics feel recognisable even if death is somewhat sanitised. Winslet’s direction is assured, and regardless of whether Yuletide cheese is your bag or not, this is a confident start for an actor making their foray to the other side of the camera. It bodes well for what Winslet might do next.
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Pictures courtesy of Netflix Goodbye June is in cinemas now
Who hasn’t wondered ‘what if?’ about a lost love? Joan (Elizabeth Olsen) certainly has, despite a long marriage to perennial complainer Larry (Miles Teller). When she pops her clogs not long after he’s kicked the bucket she finds herself in an afterlife terminus with a destination choice to make. Does she head to a forever with her earthly ball and chain? Or with her handsome first husband, Luke (Callum Turner) who has been waiting for her for 67 years since he bought it during the Korean War? To help her in her quandary, she has an afterlife consultant and the choice of any number of fantasy existences to pick (Studio 54 World, Weimar World without Nazis, Men-Free World is full, Clown World decommissioned). Of course, there are rules: once eternity is decided, it can’t be undone and any escapees are thrown into the black nothing of ‘the void’…
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It’s a classic rom-com scenario – a love triangle in which Joan must choose between the partner she has shared a life with and the husband she barely got a chance with; the familiar vs the novelty. And both hubbies are keen to win this contest, sniping and scrapping with each other as they try to entice Joan to endless days on the sunny coast in Beach World (Larry) or in a winter wonderland in Mountain World (Luke). Playing like a forties screwball comedy, Eternity is concerned with romantic overtures and smart protagonists, but also understands the choice paradox affecting us all. Yes, this may be a tale about picking the right guy, but it’s also about plumping for the right paradise, opening up bigger questions about happiness and contentment. While the characters walk through the recruitment hall of different, amusing eternities, audiences will certainly question their own ideas of perfection and if their current existence is meeting requirements.
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Turner and Teller do admirably in matching each other in charm as well as foibles, ensuring the happy ending remains a genuine mystery while Da’Vine Joy Randolph sneaks off with many scenes as a seen-it-all afterlife consultant. Olsen, trapped between two spouses, is given more than standard fodder to work with by screenwriter/director David Freyne (co-writing the former Black List script with Pat Cunnane). Joan is frustrated by the process, tempted by an amusing third option and wrestles with what perfection looks like. And if, indeed, it exists on heaven or earth. Where she ultimately ends up feels earned and dramatically satisfying. That said, it’s a shame we don’t get to spend more time in some of the eternities – Ice Cream or Space World might have been fun to visit.
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Pictures courtesy of A24 Eternity is in cinemas now
In these days of AI, fake news and the decline of print media, it’s something of a thrill to watch Laura Poitras and Mark Obenhaus’ study of a Pulitzer-Prize-winning journalist as he looks back at his scoops and old-school investigative reporting. Now in his eighties, but still a pill on the phone to his sources and scribbling longhand on countless yellow legal pads, Seymour Hersh is renowned for breaking the story of the US military massacre in My Lai during the Vietnam War via dogged research, nosy-parkering and tenacity – and he’s continued to expose corruption, power play and cover-ups in the decades since. Such a thorn in the US government’s side that White House tapes caught Nixon calling him a ‘son of a bitch’, ‘Sy’ is an entertaining subject, and a reminder of disappearing skills and industries.
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In charting some of Hersh’s most famous stories – including those interweaved with Woodward and Bernstein over the Watergate scandal, and the torture at Abu Ghraib prison – the directors chart some of the US government’s darkest secrets and plots straight out of movies. One of Hersh’s leads took him to the CIA’s attempts to create a real-life Manchurian Candidate using LSD, his folly in believing he’d found love letters between Marilyn Monroe and JFK is unpicked, and his current unveiling of atrocities in Gaza keeps him horrified. And while Hersh reveals his methodology (he spent an entire meeting making small talk with military top brass while transcribing an upside-down document on his desk), he also reveals his own story.
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A working-class boy expected to take on his dad’s business, he developed an unexpected flair for writing, tearing up as he recalls a teacher taking him to the admissions office of the University of Chicago. Study led to work covering police beats and gangland slayings on Chicago local papers until he decided he wanted to write about more than ‘mass murders’.
His tenure at The New York Times was during a period when newspaper print was impactful, stories typed out and sucked up tubes in the newsroom, journalists propped their feet up on messy desks while smoking and calling moles on their landlines.
That’s not to say that Cover Up is a nostalgia trip (though aficionados of archival presses churning out news print are well served), the film stays relevant due to the constants that remain throughout history. That power continues to breed corruption, and that someone needs to hold administrations accountable. The big question the film seems to ask is – with truth seeking, hard news reporters like Hersh, now a vanishing type – who will perform this role going forward?
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Sydney Sweeney’s transformation from pin-up to boxing bod in prep for this role was made much of in the press. It’s unfortunately the only transformative thing about the role, which is more interested in the eighties styling and domestic abuse of a trailblazing real-life female boxer than her achievements in the ring. Though the coercive and abusive relationship at the heart of this poverty porn biopic is grubbily fascinating (a husband living through his wife’s success while also feeling emasculated by it), it makes a film about female glass-ceiling smashing ultimately about a man.
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We first meet Christy as a scrappy teen amateur pugilist from Tennessee whose ferocity in the ring attracts the attention of a middle-aged local manager, Jim Martin (Ben Foster in an amazing comb-over wig). Jim briskly marries his young charge, devoting himself to getting her the same deals as her male counterparts. Now in her books as well as her bed, Jim can control Christy’s rising fortune, fame and friendships, a svengali in a shell suit. Though Martin was a truly astonishing fighter, gaining representation by Don King, lucrative prize fights and endorsements, and press coverage usually reserved for the gents, David Michôd’s film concentrates on the battles at home. Jim becomes jealous of his wife’s dalliance with a former girlfriend and of her financial clout, punching down physically and emotionally.
Sharing similarities with I, Tonya, Christy doesn’t offer the same internal life seen in Margot Robbie’s interpretation of a sportswoman from the wrong side of the tracks. While Sweeney gamely swings, she doesn’t always connect – her performance often marooned in ugly wigs and fashion. Martin’s conflicted sexuality is explored, but her future wife (played with real warmth by Katy O’Brian) is given short shrift. Foster has more success playing a toxic misogynist, imbuing the manager with gimlet-eyed, hair-trigger malevolence which manifests in a horrific incident that is genuinely shocking. Always excellent, he manages to make Jim’s self-pitying motivation plain and his mercurial monstrosity horribly plausible.
The story of ‘the coal miner’s daughter’ – as Martin was dubbed – is certainly fascinating, but audiences may want to do their own research on leaving the theatre. Christy is the title, but we learn little of her, only the outside forces that came to define her.
Pictures courtesy of Black Bear Pictures Christy is out in cinemas now
Based on Adam Mars-Jones’ novella, Box Hill, Harry Lighton’s Pillion might be about a BDSM relationship between a shy young man and biker – with butt plugs, rubber wear and orgy picnics – but it’s also a tender romance that leaves you with a sense of hope for love in all its manifestations. And with the Christmas setting, it’s a perfect cockle-warmer for the season.
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Following Colin (Harry Melling) a meek traffic warden from Bromley who sings in a barber shop quartet with his dad, Pillion explores what happens when a gorgeous, statuesque biker (Alexander Skarsgård) muscles into his life and pushes his boundaries. They meet-cute: Colin has just harmonised in a pub with his singing pals when Ray, strapping and handsome in biking leathers, makes him pay for his round at the bar. Colin’s willingness to fork out for a bag of crisps denotes his suitability as Ray’s submissive and Ray tests it further by demanding a meet-up in a Bromley high street back alley a few days later. Sheltered Colin is thrilled to be unceremoniously pushed to his knees into a puddle to lick his paramour’s boots rather than go on a conventional date, learning he likes to be commanded. Ray moves on with his education by taking him home and ordering him to cook, sleep naked on the floor of his bedroom, wrestle and submit to sex…
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That may sound exploitative or 50 Shades of Grey, but in the hands of Skarsgård and Melling the dom/sub dynamic is both sweet and funny. Though Ray is brusque, domineering and refuses to kiss, Colin finds his tribe in the BDSM community, his saucer eyes wide, a delighted smile on his face as he rides on the back of Ray’s bike, wears a heavy necklace like a choke chain and drapes himself over a picnic table in the woods for his lover’s use. His startled expressions at the things he’s asked to do and the politeness with which he obeys are fused with a giddy lust that ensures audiences feel assured of his empowerment, and part of the power play. That leads to comedic moments as Colin joins the biker gang (real life members of the LBGT+ group GMBCC) on a camping trip where he swaps sub stories with a fellow rubber-apron clad chap (Jake Shears) or takes Ray home for an awkward Sunday dinner with his nice, suburban parents (Lesley Sharp, Douglas Hodge).
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Melling’s expressive face works in delicious counterpoint to Skarsgård’s inscrutable one – playing Ray as an enigma who doesn’t tell his lover his occupation or his true feelings. A moment where Ray gifts Colin a birthday present in a whisper and a gesture is played so delicately by both that it feels as heartwarming and joyous as any Richard Curtis romantic high. Equally, a scene in a cinema where power dynamics are inverted with a handful of popcorn plays as an emotional triumph.
Though it gives a window on the BDSM community, Pillion is much more interested in the way first love forms us, how it emboldens us, obsesses us and ultimately teaches us. And that makes it relatable, warm and feelgood – just with added lube, leather and latex.
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Greg Williams joins Rami Malek as he premieres Nuremberg in London, and considers the all-star acting relationships that create on-screen drama.
When Greg Williams’ meets Rami Malek as he prepares for the premiere of his latest film Nuremberg at Claridges in London, he tinkles the keys of the piano sitting in his suite. In his Valentino tux, he matches the keyboard. In his latest film the Oscar-winner plays US army psychiatrist Dr Douglas Kelley, a real-life shrink who assessed the Nazi leaders on trial in the titular city in 1945. Among his patients was Hermann Göring (Russell Crowe) and the conversations the two men have helped unravel Hitler’s high command and revealed the horrors of the Holocaust. It’s a film that shows in unblinking detail the footage of the liberation of the concentration camps and asks questions about how men can commit such diabolic acts. In a world currently in turmoil, Malek sees the modern-day echoes in the chain of events depicted on screen, and the themes the film explores.
‘What it reminds you is, this could happen at any time in history – history does repeat itself, and it will repeat itself. I think the lesson that hopefully people get is what we do when things like this happen in our world? Are we complicit? Are we silent? Is it a call to action? Do we speak up? For me, this film is a way of speaking up. It’s a reminder. Every time we’re screening the film, I’m getting notes from people who are saying, ‘I’m sorry, I couldn’t make it after. I had to wrestle with some things in my mind.’ I think that’s very meaningful. I love when things are entertaining, but I’m very proud of the message that this film tells. I’m really proud of it.’
Key to the film is the cat-and-mouse gameplay between Kelley and Göring. Malek had quite the scene partner in Crowe. ‘I absolutely loved working with Russell, because he’s a titan,’ he says as he walks through the hotel to a waiting car, ready to take him to Leicester Square for the premiere. ‘One would think that he could have a massive ego but he was very generous with me. After our first take, he came up to me, and he said, ‘You’re bringing more to this character than I had seen on the page’. He didn’t have to do that. And I couldn’t tell if that was him just, you know, playing into the character, of wanting to be a bit charming and intoxicating. Or if that was actually just Russell being Russell, and putting his guard down, and saying, ‘Hey, let’s jump into this together, because it’s a powerful story, and we want to bring our A-game’. And we did. There were moments where it was incredibly tense between the two of us. Each take was different. That’s what you expect from someone at his level. I think we just raised our game. We all knew we had to.’
I absolutely loved working with Russell, because he’s a titan, one would think that he could have a massive ego but he was very generous with me. After our first take, he came up to me, and he said, “You’re bringing more to this character than I had seen on the page.” He didn’t have to do that
Malek takes a spin in the hotel’s revolving door for fun before making it to the car. Once settled in the back seat he recalls working with Leo Woodall, co-starring as a German interpreter with hidden secrets. ‘James Vanderbilt, our director, wanted us to meet because we were going to spend so much time together. It started with a lot of banter. I was able to take the piss with him – back and forth, you know, as a Brit. But I quickly realised that we were going to get along very well, and we did. We had each other’s backs through every moment. He has this effortless charm.’ Also on-board, Michael Shannon, playing supreme court justice, Robert Jackson. ‘Shannon and I have known each other for years, so that was an easy relationship to spring back into. He works so damn hard. He loves what he does to a degree that I wonder if there’s another actor who appreciates acting as much as he does. But he is one of the funniest people I’ve also come across. No one expects it, but he’s got this dry wit and charm. And I think he should have his own stand-up routine.’ Despite personal admiration and friendships, each working relationship with each actor was different.
‘Russell could easily, in between takes, jump into a story about him visiting the Sistine Chapel, and them treating him as if he was Maximus, and we’d all be laughing. You’d get those great moments of charm, and that would, in a way, affect how we all related to him as Hermann Göring. You could see how someone could be so charming, even sitting across from him in that uniform. And it would remind you that evil doesn’t just get disguised as a certain uniform or a certain belief system. And then, in contrast, as funny as Shannon is, I know to leave him alone between takes. I have a sense that he wants to be in his personal space. You give that actor their space. And then you come in and bring something new to each take, which he did every time we were together. With Leo, we were able to joke around quite a bit because of the nature of our relationship. But then he ended up showing up to a surprise birthday party of mine, and you realise that relationship is going to continue for quite some time.’
With its subject matter, stellar cast and handsome production values, Nuremberg has something of an old-fashioned quality about it that recalls Kelly’s Heroes or A Bridge Too Far. Malek agrees that it’s the sort of film, in an established-IP landscape, that doesn’t get made very often these days. ‘Oppenheimer, on paper, is a film that shouldn’t be made, but was. That’s the same casting director we had – John Papsidera – who has assembled all of these great actors together. I think when you have people who gravitate to it from the acting perspective we had on board, but also designers – Eve Stewart, who’s an Academy award-winning production designer, cinematographer Dariusz Wolski, who has done all of Ridley Scott’s movies and the Pirates of the Caribbean films…. you get a sense that the film is timely, urgent.
These people could go and be doing anything at this point. The reason that they chose this is because it had something special behind it. We’ve heard of the Nuremberg trials, but we didn’t know that this relationship existed between a psychiatrist, who was charged with discovering if these 22 Nazis were fit for trial. And that’s fascinating in and of itself.’
Malek was moved by the history of the project himself. ‘There are moments when we’re watching the footage of the atrocity in that courtroom. It was played for us for the first time. It’s gut-wrenching. James Vanderbilt built the film like a thriller, and then he gives you this gut-punch as well. I find it odd to use the word, with Nuremberg, “entertaining”. That might sound like a very strange juxtaposition, but it exists, and I think that’s what makes this film especially powerful.’
As the car approached the red carpet on Leicester Square, Malek admits he still gets excited stepping out into the glare of the spotlight, amid crowds of shouting fans and media, despite having debuted numerous films in the city. ‘I used to get nervous. I’ve now found a way to just chill out. Have a nice bath, a cup of tea. But it’s exciting. I’ll find this moment – as we’re about to step out of this vehicle into all of the madness – I will find the joy in it.’ He looks at the crowds waving pictures to sign and chanting his name. ‘There’s a lot of love…’
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Broadway adap Wicked was a commercial and critical success last year – buoying the box office with its green vs pink frenemy saga of two teen witches who take different paths when exposed to the hypocrisy of the wizard of Oz. The sequel is much anticipated as the love triangle and Ozian battle for hearts/minds comes to a head and frankly, it matters not whether it’s actually any good, such is the devotion of its fanbase. Plus, as Christmas season movies go, For Good has a lot going for it – colour-pop everything, big tunes and four-quantdrant appeal.
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Having been separated by their differing ideology, ‘good’ witch Glinda (Ariana Grande) and ‘bad’ witch Elphaba (Cynthia Erivo) spend this adventure coming to terms with being on the right side of history and ousting a narcissistic, corrupt and manipulative leader. The Wizard (Jeff Goldblum) and his media maven Madam Morrible (Michelle Yeoh) have been hoodwinking the citizens of Oz and while Elphaba is already riding high (literally, on her broom) against him, Glinda and her fiance Prince Fiyero (current sexiest man alive, Jonathan Bailey) are slowly coming around. And when that pesky farmgirl, Dorothy, arrives, war ensues. The truth is lost amid the chaos…
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Exploring themes of integrity, identity and friendship, For Good boasts more bold Nathan Crowley sets, Paul Tazewell costumes and big musical numbers, but fewer banger songs. Missing crowd pleasers like ‘Popular’ and ‘Defying Gravity’, part two feels more drawn out than its predecessor, relying on the chemistry of its stars to do the heavy lifting. Luckily, Bailey and Erivo manage to hold attention with an illicit love affair that drives the film to its ‘melting’ conclusion with more passion than the BFF thread between the witches. Their steamy pre-coitus ditty As Long As You’re Mine delivers feels and a taste of reality amid the emerald vistas and flying monkeys. Erivo creates real pathos with Elphaba, while Grande struggles to make vapid Glinda sympathetic, despite sterling efforts. Even Colman Domingo, as a CGI Cowardly Lion, fails to make much of a dent. Despite knowing where this tale will ultimately end (as dictated by Victor Fleming’s 1939 tale), For Good takes its sweet time to arrive at it, then rushes the iconic moment with the bucket.
That said, those who’ve already bought into the silver-slippered allure of this world should be content with more rainbow eye candy. It will certainly bring in the green.
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Pictures courtesy of Universal Pictures Wicked: For Good is in cinemas now
It’s been over a decade since Robin Hood magician Atlas (Jesse Eisenberg), mind-reader Merritt (Woody Harrelson), card shark Jack (Dave Franco), and escapologist Henley (Isla Fisher) got together as ‘The Horsemen’ to use their illusions and tricks to teach bad guys a lesson. Summoned by mysterious society, The Eye, the Horsemen are brought together with a new pack of young magicians to chase a McGuffin diamond around Europe and try to break the icy composure of South Africa mine owner Veronica Vanderberg (Rosamund Pike).
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The new crew are played by Dominic Sessa, Ariana Greenblatt and Justice Smith but their MO is familiar. They like to sleight-of-hand steal fortunes from toxic tech bros and redistribute to their Gen Z audience via a series of fancy rabbit-out-the-hat stunts. On the trail of Vanderberg’s dirty arms money and fabulous gowns, the gang pitch up in Antwerp then find themselves in a fun house of illusion in Normandy, before private jetting to the Middle East for F1 shenanigans (one of them clearly has an expense account).
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There’s a third reel reveal that can be guessed a mile off, a cameo from Morgan Freeman and a number of daft ‘magic’ tricks that impress on presentation rather than plausibility. For those seeking a perfect ‘second screening’ experience (the ability of a film to bring an audience along even if they’re simultaneously scrolling on another device), Now You See Me 3 provides constant exposition and a likable tongue-in-cheek vibe from a cast who clearly enjoyed reuniting. Newbie Pike is delicious as a foe, with an Afrikaans accent as clear-cut as her gems and haircut. She imperiously sells the Bond-lite energy almost singlehandedly, as one might expect from the former Miranda Frost.
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In light of a recent real-life heist at the Louvre, it’s perhaps easier to suspend disbelief as the team lift the world’s largest diamond with some misdirection and costume changes. But the best magic tricks are those performed cinematically; fun fisticuffs in a forced perspective room, the incantation to Talladega Nights’ Ricky Bobby during a car chase, a pleasingly silly deception involving a lorry and a fog machine… Logic should be abandoned by all who enter, but for those looking for an amiable throwback romp, this threequel is diverting enough. But the success of the illusion relies on an audience not questioning the mechanics too robustly.
