Come on folks, put the tinsel down and mince pies back in the cupboard for just one second and take five minutes out of your busy schedules to vote in the return of the annual Failed Critics Awards.
We’ve made some slight changes to the format from last year, but still hope to receive even more votes than last year. Some categories have been rejigged – top 5 male and top 5 female performances is now simply top 10 performances, and the documentary category now allows you to include documentary series and not just those that received a theatrical release – whilst a couple of additions have made their way into the selection.
To vote, simply complete the form below listing as many (or as few) submissions for each of the following categories:
Top 10 films of 2017*
Best British film
Best film not in the English language
*Remember, that’s films that made their general release in the UK between 1 January until 31 December. Ergo, La La Land or Moonlight would count, despite being released in the US in 2016, whereas The Shape of Water and Molly’s Game would not as they are not due for release here until 2018. If you’re still unsure, bring the film up in IMDb and add /releaseinfo to the end of the url and look for ‘UK’.
Voting closes at midnight on Tuesday 26 December. Can’t say fairer than that; I’ve even left you time to watch and vote for Star Wars this year, should you so desire.
The winners will be revealed on our End of Year Awards podcast, released a few days later. A list will also be posted on our Failed Critics Awards page.
If you’re looking for some inspiration, you can flick through our reviews or listen to some of our podcasts over the past year.
Hopefully by now you will have caught up with DCEU’s latest attempt at salvaging a flailing franchise with Justice League. Hosts Steve Norman and Owen Hughes run their beady eye over Zack Snyder/Joss Whedon’s ensemble superhero flick, as well as chatting about some post-apocalyptic fiction and reviewing their favourite cough sweets. Yum.
The stars align for hosts Owen Hughes and Paul Rutland who make their final trip to the Bucks 101 Radio studio to chat about topics that probably sum their tastes up more than any other episode produced across the two years, five series and 8,600 downloads of Front Row. Owen reviews the indie found-footage horror film sequel Creep 2, whilst Paul returns from his trip to Twickenham to watch live NFL football.
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So very, very late this week that it’s actually now “next week” but hey, at least it’s here, right? Let’s cut out the chit chat and get straight to it: Steve Norman hosts (and edits) this week as Owen Hughes and Brian Plank join for a review of the MCU’s latest fantasy adventure with Thor: Ragnarok. In the absence of the news section, the trio run through some Netflix stuff, chat about what else they’ve been watching, and recommend you some stuff to watch during the week that’s just been so is now entirely useless. Sorry about that.
With no Failed Critics Podcast this week (you’ll have to wait for our Thor: Ragnarok review next week), it means your sole audio-pleasure must instead be derived from Owen Hughes and Paul Rutland’s Bucks 101 Radio show Front Row.
The latest bitesize podcast from their hour-long radio show this week features a chat about The Big Moon (again) after Owen ventured into Oxford for their gig straight from the Q Awards, before reviewing Netflix Original horror-comedy The Babysitter. Paul’s usual sports round-up is somewhat sacrificed so that he can reveal the greatest living sportsman – and it’s probably not who you’re expecting it to be – and much like the BBC News headlines, Trump dominates Roll the Dice.
And with that, we’re done again. Back home. Another October fortnight spent gallivanting around the nation’s capital playing dress-up as a respected member of the Film Press in the books, with the articles and memories to prove that this wasn’t all a Wizard of Oz/Dallas Season 9-type scenario. Honestly, I’m somewhat glad to be back home, although give it a few days and I’ll want to be as far away from here as possible again. That old cliché of sequels never being as good as the original has turned out to have enacted itself upon my London Film Festival experiences.
Front Row is back on Bucks 101 Radio for its fifth and final series as hosts Owen Hughes and Paul Rutland chat about hand-painted animated movie Loving Vincent, the England football team, and a trip to Oxford that left Owen with egg mayonnaise on his face, and trousers, and hands.
So today – well, yesterday now, look, you know what I mean and that I write these on the day, hush – was my birthday. This was the second straight year in which I celebrated my birthday away from home… scratch that, away from my family, and both instances have honestly been vastly more enjoyable than those times I’ve had to spend them in the company of any number of my extended family. Part of that is because my family is utterly goddamn exhausting, and getting away from them for even just a few hours is like pure bliss, I’m not even joking. Most of it, however, is because I’ve been down here on the “job” for both years, which allows me to focus on something other than the continued terrifying encroachment of my own mortality for the day instead.
You’re not going to read about any big films, today. Sorry to disappoint you right off the bat, but that ain’t how the penultimate day of this Festival goes. Allow me to peel back the curtain and explain, for a moment. Most of the screenings during the Festival that reporters like myself attend are special Press & Industry screenings, held largely at the Picturehouse Central from the first proper day of the Festival through to the Friday before it finishes – there are also two weeks beforehand of other P&I screenings, primarily of lower-key films that won’t grab as many headlines, but I can’t comment on them because, due to my living situation being up North and largely broke, I’ve yet to go to those. They come in 3 blocks a day, and access to them only requires a valid Pass and to be close enough to the front of the line that you won’t get shut out due to over-capacity.
I’ve been trying to make more of an effort to talk to other people whilst I’ve been at the Festival, this year. As previously mentioned back on Day 6 when I related my account attending one of the Filmmaker’s Afternoon Teas, I have severe anxiety and it flares up especially bad when I’m surrounded by large groups of people I don’t know in a place I feel like I don’t belong. Until only very recently, I had incredible difficulty even asking my friends if they wanted to hang out and do stuff, so you can probably imagine how hard it is for me to work up the nerve to talk to random people, particularly since quite a lot of people at the Festival appear to know at least a few others and keep bumping into them.
Lots to get through today, so let’s not waste words and begin straight away with a film I saw on Wednesday but was embargoed from talking about until now: Journeyman (B), the directorial return of Paddy Considine, who made waves in 2011 when he unleashed the dark, moody drama Tyrannosaur upon an unsuspecting world. His follow-up… is nothing like that. In fact, for his return to the director’s chair and screenwriter’s typewriter, he’s gone borderline sentimental on us, pumping out a thematically-empty crowdpleaser about a man overcoming the adversity of a traumatic injury with the support of his wife and friends. The man is past-his-prime boxer Matty Burton (Considine), the wife is recent mother Emma (Jodie Whitaker), his friends are his former boxing team that are plagued by unspoken guilt about the injury, and the injury is severe brain damage from his years in the ring, which has stricken him with amnesia, severely damaged his mental capacities, and reduced his physical abilities to almost nothing.
Well, I was going to do another one of my lengthy, indulgent, personal anecdotes about my time at the festival so far to kick off today’s piece, since I’m under embargo for one of the films I saw today until its premiere finishes tomorrow night. However, I did not get back into my lodge until 9:30pm and, despite having been able to get the free time required to write up my thoughts on the first of the films in today’s coverage beforehand, I have only just finished writing the content people actually care about at 11:10pm. I need to be awake at 7:00am if I am to make it into Central London for one of the two The Killing of a Sacred Deer screenings that are on at 9:00am tomorrow morning (the second is for the inevitable overfill that will come from the first one), and I don’t fancy being shut out of that. So, a lengthy intro about trying to overcome my anxiety by talking to strangers at the Festival will have to be booted to another day. Sorry. In my defence, the film I stayed out for tonight was outstanding, but we’ll get to that later on.
God, what did we do to deserve Guillermo del Toro? I mean it, what did we as a collective humanity do to deserve a filmmaker like Guillermo del Toro? del Toro is one of the most technically gifted directors working today, I don’t think anyone can dispute that, but it goes further than that. It’s the way that he marries that technical ability to his absolute passion and earnest love for the worlds, characters, stories, and genres he chooses to tell that makes watching his films so wonderful. It’s there in his early horror classics, Chronos and The Devil’s Backbone, it’s there in his off-kilter approach to comic book movies with Blade II and the perennially-underrated Hellboy movies (the latter of which were my first introductions to the world of comic book movies), and it’s absolutely there in his gothic genre homages Pan’s Labyrinth and Crimson Peak. Hell, even though Pacific Rim was only “good” instead of “great,” you couldn’t blame that on a lack of tangible passion, and the shared glee in watching del Toro cash in every last scrap of industry cred he’d accrued up to that point to make the progressive, multi-cultural ode to the pleasures of the Anime and giant monster movies that he is infatuated with!