Tightly Wrought Tension – Borg McEnroe (2017) Movie Review

January 23rd, 2018

I’ve been a big fan of tennis for almost twenty years. It was during the 2001 Wimbledon championships that I first got drawn in to the highly athletic and psychological sport, as Tim Henman vied to become the first British champion in sixty five years. He ended up losing in a five set semi-final clash to Croatian player Goran Ivanišević, who remains the only man to enter the tournament as a wildcard and win the whole thing. I experienced the agony of defeat and the surprise of not knowing when the tide could turn, at any moment, on any point. The match was halted and restarted multiple times due to rain, which threw both players off and perhaps cost Henman his last shot at winning the big one.

That’s why I love tennis, because of the stories it can create. One one side you had Henman, searching to prove himself and to validate his own country’s tournament by giving them a home grown champion once more. And on the other, Ivanišević, who had struggled for years to win at Wimbledon, reaching the finals numerous times, and by 2001 had slipped so far down the rankings it was only as a wildcard that he gained entry to the tournament.

I love the sport, I love the one versus one intensity of the game. I love the immense precision and athletic ability required to become great at it, but the stories, the rivalries and the moments are what make it so special. One of the greatest stories in tennis history was the rivalry between Swedish world number 1 Björn Borg and American John McEnroe. It spanned numerous matches but was never more momentous than when they met in the 1980 Wimbledon Men’s finals.

Borg, having won the previous four tournaments consecutively, was on course to be crowned as the five time champion, while McEnroe was chasing his first. Borg was known as the Ice Man, cool, calm and collected, never any emotion on the court. He simply played tennis, and he dominated. McEnroe however, was the complete opposite. Hot tempered, foul mouthed, controversial. He was nicknamed “SuperBrat” in the UK, and his presence at the All England Club wasn’t exactly the most welcome.

When the 1980 tournament had reached its final, the only two men left were Borg and McEnroe. Ice and fire, steely and emotional. To tell you (if you haven’t seen it, or know of the outcome) what happened in the match would be spoiling things some what, but to say enough that McEnroe was booed when he walked out for the final, and managed to win the hearts of the crowd by the end is just one part of what made the match so special.

McEnroe and Borg

The 2017 film, Borg McEnroe (directed by Danish filmmaker Janus Metz Pedersen), seeks to capture not just this historic, legendary tennis match that many call the greatest ever played (hotly contested by the 2008 Nadal/Federer Wimbledon final), but the inner workings of both Borg and McEnroe’s psyches during the tournament. Which I’m ecstatic to say, it pulled off wonderfully. Most tennis films are primarily focused on an element beyond the sport and the psychology that goes behind it. 2004’s Wimbledon was more about the romance between Paul Bettany and Kirsten Dunst, and 2017’s Battle of the Sexes was more about the feminist movement Billie Jean King was spearheading in the 1970s.

Borg McEnroe (which is titled differently everywhere: Borg/McEnroe, Borg Vs McEnroe, or in Sweden, where it’s simply and probably more appropriately, titled Borg) acutely focuses in on the pressure that Borg was placing on himself to win Wimbledon again, and McEnroe’s frustration at being talked about more for his on court tempter tantrums than his tennis. If I could level any criticism at the film, it would be that it really is more about Borg, which for the most part, is fine.

We get extensive flashbacks to Borg’s childhood, and his (apparent, and this is where the stickler in me wants to know how true this all was) own foul temper as a young teen training in Sweden. The two young actors portraying the younger Borg were excellent, especially Borg’s own son Leo. These scenes paint a much broader picture of who Borg was, and everything that was leading to his fifth attempt at the Wimbledon title. Not only were they extremely well done, the placing and editing of these flashbacks was superb, dropping in and out of the current 1980 timeline of the movie at the right moments, to where you feel like you’re entering inside Borg’s own doubt-ridden mind.

As for McEnroe, not so much. We get a handful of flashback scenes to his younger self, but there’s not much meat to it and while they work well enough, the balance between the two “back stories” of the two men definitely feels lopsided. Shia LaBeouf was surprisingly convincing as McEnroe, and the casting seems like an obvious one, almost a ploy. However the word is that Shia approached the filmmakers about the part himself, feeling a strong connection with McEnroe’s early struggles as a misunderstood person in the public eye.

Another minor niggle I have is that some of McEnroe’s outbursts to the media and umpire/crowd on court feel just a little bit overdone. I could be off base, but I don’t recall seeing much footage of McEnroe going around telling everyone to shut the fuck up at every opportunity. Yet, Shia really brings a level of believability to McEnroe’s personality that is very watchable. You get the sense that he’s still just a kid, hungry and focused yet still a loose canon. What he loses in looking nothing like a young John McEnroe, Shia gains back in nailing the fiery spirit of him.

Sverrir Gudnason however, is the true revelation here, slipping into the physical resemblance of Borg as if the filmmakers had brought the man himself back from 1980 in a DeLorean. The likeness is truly startling at first, and a true testament to Gudnason’s good genes that he’s in his late thirties playing a man in his early twenties rather convincingly. His acting though is top notch, and he captures the restrained resolve of Borg immaculately. With Shia LaBeouf there’s a little bit of getting past the fact that it’s Shia LaBeouf, but with Gudnason, you just believe you’re watching Borg in front of your eyes, and that’s really quite exciting.

The editing is a true standout, and really puts the film up a notch for me. Not just in the timing of the different strands of both men’s lives that are woven throughout almost every couple of scenes, but the timing of the tennis scenes. Which for the most part do take a back seat to the inner workings of Borg and McEnroe’s mentalities off the court. This was a good move, as by the time we get to the climactic match between the two, the tennis truly takes center stage, as it should. The production design needs to be singled out too, as it felt very authentic to the time period without pushing it too hard to the point of distraction.

And if all of those elements being executed to such a high standard wasn’t good enough, we’re also treated to two outstanding supporting performances from Tuva Novotny as Borg’s fiancee, Mariana Simionescu, and the ever trusty Stellan Skarsgård as Borg’s coach Lennart Bergelin. Novotny really conveyed a strong yet underappreciated support to Borg in Mariana, with a quiet restraint that moved me quite a bit. As for Skarsgård, he excels as the coach that only wants the best for Borg, but has difficulty in continuing to fulfill his role as the boy he once coached to stardom has now become his own man. The flashback scenes with Skarsgård’s Bergelin wrestling with a young Borg’s tempestuousness are among the best in the film.

Even though I knew the outcome of the match, the tightly wrought tension (which had been beautifully built, simmering and bubbling throughout the entire film) was literally palpable, and I found myself clenching and unclenching my fingers throughout. The unbearable pressure that both men are put under, both by the world and themselves, is finally released, not in an explosion, but in a slowly unwinding and mentally grueling fashion. Gudnason puts in an unforgettable performance here, and Shia is really not that that far behind, servicing (eh? … eh?) his part in the story exceptionally well, especially in his final moments.

I truly love movies that capture these lightning in a bottle sports rivalries (Rush, from Ron Howard, is a great one), the kinds that can’t be manufactured. They can be marketed and sold (like Borg and McEnroe’s rivalry so quickly was) but the stories of these rivalries are written on the fly, the magic moments appearing out of thin air, through personality, will, character, skill and heart. A masterful depiction of how great tennis can be, and easily the best tennis film ever made. If you can point me in the direction of one better, I’d gladly give it a look.



Achingly Convincing (for the most part) – Jungle (2017) Movie Review

January 21st, 2018

Jungle, set in the early 1980s, tells the true story of Yossi Ghinsberg, an Israeli backpacker eager to explore the uncharted areas of the Amazon. Traveling with two friends he’d made along the way (Marcus Stamm, a Swiss teacher, and Kevin Gale, an American photographer), Yossi enlisted help to explore the jungle from an Austrian man named Karl Ruprechter, who claimed to know where to find an indigenous village deep in the Amazon.

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Choices of Violence – Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri (2017) Movie Review

January 14th, 2018

A particularly popular film from the 2000s that has always seemed to slip out of my viewing schedules (I even owned it on Blu-ray for a few years) is In Bruges. From what I gather it’s a dark comedy from director Martin McDonagh, set in Bruges. Everyone raves about it. One day I might actually get around to seeing it (cue people messaging me that I REALLY need to see it).

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My Top 10 Favourite Films of 2017

January 10th, 2018

So here are my (as of January 1st, 2017) Top 10 Films of 2017. As always, these are my favourites, not what I would consider the “best” films of 2017, though I’d argue that at least most of the movies on my list this year are “great” films.

As it goes every year, I spend December through February playing catch up, and getting to as many of the films I missed as possible, so this is my “rough cut” so to speak. I saw 67 new releases in 2017.

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Subtlety Suffers, Spectacle Triumphs – Star Wars: The Last Jedi in 4DX

January 3rd, 2018

So today I took my brother Tommi into Cardiff to see Star Wars: The Last Jedi. The film has been out for a few weeks at this point and he still hadn’t seen it. As I’d already watched it six times, I felt like taking it in via a different format. The Vue cinema was screening it in 4K, but I wanted to venture even further into cinematic progress, and arrived at the relatively new format called 4DX. It’s impossible for me to think of the term 4DX without hearing Doc Brown in my head saying “Marty, it’s perfect! You’re just not thinking fourth dimensionally!”

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Growing up it all seemed so one sided – 14th March 2012

So it’s 4am and I’m up making a new blog site whilst listening to Rush. The reason being I’m usually up this later after working untill nearly midnight. I do that at least 3 nights a week, and can never sleep as soon as I get in. I’ll then sleep untill noon or even later, before getting up and doing it all over again. I’m a night person, I feel more comfortable in the night, and about ten times more productive, annoyingly. That’s the way its been for about eight years, ever since I left school and didn’t necessarily need to be up early the next day. So in introduction to this blog, a somewhat spiritual sequel to Save Luke Ryan, which you can always check out here. 

It’s a blog that spans 2007-2009, rather sporadically mind you. I may get around to posting those entries on here as some kind of look into the past, as I’d prefer to have all my blog entries on one site, but we’ll see, I already have about a million other things to do it seems. Anyway, introduction, right. So my name is Luke, as the title of the blog goes, and I’m 23. Halfway to 46, and currently working for Tesco as a Customer Assistant. Emphasis on the ‘ass’, because the job is often ASS.(as the Angry Video Game Nerd would say) Just a few hours ago, I was stood behind the till serving customers through the night and a fairly disgruntled old man came towards me, plopping down a vast array of chocolatey treats for himself. I scanned them through, as you do, and asked if he wanted any school vouchers.(vouchers Tesco give to customers after they’ve spent a certain amount, going towards equipment for local schools) He looked at me as though I’d just told him he needed a wash and after a tense back and forth explanation of what the vouchers were, he glared at me, bought his things and left.

I just don’t understand, and will never, how people can be so moody over nothing. Who the hell gets mad at being offered something?! This kind of thing happens all the time, the residents of Penarth are so bizarre. I must think “you can’t write this shit” at least three times a week. However, I could fill a short book with stories like that, so will move on from this pointless tangent. I work in retail and have no discernible career at the end of road, unless I move up the Tesco ladder, which is unlikely. I’m kind of stuck at a crossroads, with hundreds of paths going off in all kinds of directions. I’ve been camping out at that point for a few years now.

I’m engaged to an amazing, Norwegian artist/musician/hairdresser. At the moment she’s living here in Wales with me, and in the very near future I will be making the leap to move to Norway for a year or so. More on that later I imagine. I’m super lucky to be with her, to have someone I can laugh with every single day. Among many things, she’s very good at drawing on Photoshop, I’ll leave an example of her work at the bottom of this vlog, just to show off one of the many talents my future wife has.

As for my creative outputs, where to start? I’ve been “making films” since I was 10, and have been off and on with that one ever since. I currently run a YouTube channel which started out as an outlet to review and talk about professional wrestling, and WWE DVDs. It has since turned into a channel that features movie reviews, Blu-ray and DVD reviews, movie collections and more recently personal, random vlogs. On the topic of wrestling, I used to wrestle myself for a number of years, roughly 2001-2011. I was a backyard wrestler, and proud of it. I’m gonna talk about that someday too, because I’ve got a lot of stories to tell, from wrestling in a barn, to wrestling in front of 250 people in a professional ring. Which leads on to my writing – I’ve loved books and writing stories since I was able to comprehend such things. My teachers were always impressed with my enthusiasm for reading when I first started primary school. I’ve had a few novels in the works since I was very young and in 2010 I completed a 50,000 word novel in under a month, as part of the National Novel Writing Month. 

It turned out well but wasn’t perfect, I hope to someday fine tune a really great story into a really great novel. I know I have it in me, its just having the motivation and inspiration to spur me on and plow through writers block to get it done. I’m also nearly done with a memoir on my backyard wrestling days(which is how wrestling led into writing) which I hope to have finished soon. I almost want to rewrite parts of it so that anyone could read it and follow my crazy journey through the world of wrestling for fun, but I doubt even the wrestlers I know would read it so I won’t bother! I still think if I could somehow force people to read it, they would like it, there’s many funny stories from the “road” travelling around the UK by train and bus to wrestle, not to mention all the personal conflicts and big life moments. A tale of one man’s journey into adulthood, as a backyard wrestler. Wouldn’t sell well would it?

Along with wrestling I edited hundreds of music videos of backyard events.(wrestling events condensed into short music videos, sometimes showing clips of the matches, sometimes really going into the story of a match, all kinds of styles) So I’d call myself a pretty damn good video editor, and along with writing, one of two things I can say I’m very good at. Anything else I may or may not be good at, I’m too self deprecating and void of confidence to believe.

So my YouTube channel keeps me extremely busy(me and Connie are attempting to watch and review/vlog about 365 films in a year, we just hit 230), work keeps me extremely busy and any down time I have, I just feel lethargic and lazy, thus, un-productiveness becomes my reluctant friend. If you’ve read this, feel free to follow me on Twitter(though I mostly Tweet about wrestling) and subscribe to me on YouTube(if you like vloggers, or movies, or wrestling, I’m sure you’ll find something of interest) simply by checking out the tabs in the header above. In closing I’ll leave you with Connie’s awesome portrait of Dean and Sam Winchester from the show Supernatural, and a few lines from the awesome song I’m listening to, which has provided the unrelated title of this post. Why? Because I can. Oh and I’ll throw in a video that encapsulates(as best as it can) my whole life up to 23, in three minutes. I’m cool like that.

Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown

Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone

– Luke