Medusa Deluxe

Murder at the hairdressing competition. It's like the title Agatha Cristie forgot to write. We don't get a Poirot however, just a bunch of unlikeable characters chattering away for 90 minutes. We don't get to meet the victim, he's already cold when the movie opens, nor do we geet to meet the detectives working the case. We"re stuck with the models and collegues of the victim. It's a directorial choice offcourse. Just as the fact that the whole movie is filmed (or appears to be filmed) in one take. Which means a director going on an egotrip and an audience that has to suffer through endless shots of people walking through corridors. As you can tell I wasn't particularly taken with Medusa Deluxe. When we finally get to know whodunnit I was long past caring.

The film, with its stunning long take, makes us feel as if we are walking alongside the characters, traversing various captivating settings and hypnotic scenes. Consequently, the beginning may appear bewildering and somewhat disorienting, as we adjust to the rapid influx of information: the breathtaking scenery, the characters' magnificent hair, their dialogues, understanding what is unfolding, among other aspects. Nevertheless, after this initial phase, we are thrust into the midst of a plot that consistently prompts us to question certainties, sow seeds of doubt, and introduce minor twists and turns. The film keeps us pondering all the time: "Where is this leading us?"

This sensation can also have a bittersweet taste, as some scenes appear shallow, lacking a proper conclusion. Regrettably, the conclusion of the story ends up being predictable and monotonous, which is disappointing. Furthermore, the decision to include a scene that seems to come out of a "scriptwriting manual," outside of the continuous shot, is debatable and should not have been included. This scene alters the perception of concepts that were subverted throughout the film, rendering them inconsistent with what had been built up until that point.

No pun intended - especially because it is a guy who has been done. The movie does start with the announcement of a police investigation. A police investigation we won't see much of by the way. We will stay and stick with the hairdressers and everyone.

This is a whodunnit, but it also is a look behind the scenes. It is a sort of love letter to hairdressers. That being said, do not expect this to be pulling any ... punches. The very first characters we see talk ... let's call it freely. You may feel it is rough and there are some anger issues for sure ... but it is also fun to watch.

What is fun to watch to a degree is the one shot thing. I did not detect any easy swipe or any other camera movement that would make it easy to cut and edit. Good acting ... good little movie.

I wanted to watch a comedy and this film was listed as a comedy. First off, I am not adverse to what is called "black/dark comedy". Not at all. In fact I found "A Clockwork Orange" to be rife with "black/dark comedy". Also, thoroughly enjoyed "Tucker and Dale vs Evil". All that said, this film should not be listed in any genre of comedy. I watched it 3/4 through and there was not even one scene of any comedic merit. Nothing. In addition, the acting was often very bad, the dialogue was often awful and the overall story-line was disjointed and confusing. Not to mention the endless and TEDIOUS filler scenes of people going up or down stairs and walking through hallways. If you are looking for a comedy, skip this slop.

Set amongst the cut-throat world of a regional hairdressing contest, this rather thinly spread drama follows the antics of some would-be competitors who gather for their annual jamboree only to find that one of their number has been killed. Scalped, to be precise. As the story develops, we see that there are no shortage of suspects from the great and the good as the scene-stealing "Cleve" (Clare Perkins), "Divine" (Kayla Meikle) and "Kendra" (Harriet Webb) spat, squabble and spar like the best of them. They are all stuck waiting for the police to question them so tensions are only going to increase as they gossip, conspire and also demonstrate some considerably imaginative skills with their hairdos before: enter the partner of the victim. "Angel". At last some semblance of acting from the usually handsome but wooden Luke Pasqualino. Loads of stereotypes, yes, but he actually turns in quite an engaging performance as the camp-as-Christmas, distraught, mincer. Unfortunately, though, this is really just a one act play that has been overstretched into one hundred minutes of screen time, and though it most certainly has it's moments, there are too many extended tracking shots as the camera follows someone, somewhere, around their complex that seemed bigger than the Royal Albert Hall. There's simply too much padding around a story that could have done a little more to develop the personalities more. It is underpinned by some effective black humour - and some of that delivers well and caustically (especially from Perkins) but there's too much of a paucity of that to stop this from feeling rather longer than it is. It looks every a inch a television play, and as such does it's job fine - but I wouldn't say you need to buy a ticket to watch it.