to rise, although cases have fallen in scotland. lewis hughes, the man who accosted england's chief medical officer chris whitty in a london park, has pleaded guilty to assault. meanwhile, another man, jonathan chew, pleaded not guilty to the same charge. now on bbc news, it's time for the film review with mark kermode. hello and welcome to the film review with me, mark kermode, rounding up the best new movies available for viewing in cinemas and in the home.

didn't get it. hold on. come on. igot it! i don't got it. no, no, no! just leave me alone, that was a disaster! didn't go the way i planned. a couple of decades ago, disney conjured a blockbuster film franchise out of a theme park ride in the form of pirates of the caribbean, spawning a string of witless, turgid stinkers that have jointly grossed over $4.5 billion, proving that old hollywood adage that no one ever went broke underestimating the audience's intelligence. now we have jungle cruise, the latest big screen amusement park spin off featuring action, adventure, star names, globetrotting scenery and splashy effects. the difference is that this time, it's actually quite good. here we go. sometimes itjust needs a bit of a... nobody touches my engine but me. what did ijust... there you go. emily blunt is doctor lily houghton, an early 20th—century scientist

adventurer seeking the mythical tree of life, with which she hopes to benefit mankind. dwayne "the rock" johnson is frank wolff, the steamboat skipper who agrees to provide passage through the amazon rivers, but who has an agenda of his own. my brother and i are looking for passage upriver. please go away. i have a lot of money. directed by jaume collet—serra, whose cv includes a string of liam neeson actioners, alongside the stripped—down shark attack thriller the shallows, jungle cruise is romping popcorn entertainment, tailor—made for the summer movie market. there are debts to the stop motion monsters of the old ray harryhausen movies and a knowing nod to the �*80s adventure romancing the stone, but it's the cast that really makes this fly. come on, lady.

just as he did with the surprisingly likeablejumanji reboot, johnson once again proves himself a reliably winning blockbuster presence — mixing heroic heft with comic chops to crowd pleasing effect. as for blunt, whose recent hits range from mary poppins returns to a quiet place: part two, she continues to demonstrate why she's one of the silver screen's most versatile stars, with her running through the physical paces of an action sequence or relishing the wit of a verbal sparring match. in the supporting roles, jack whitehall has fun as lily's less adventurous brother, mcgregor, while paul giamatti and jesse plemons rise to the challenge of roles that call for maximum scenery chewing. oh, my god. hello! it all adds up to a whole bunch of fun — not citizen kane, perhaps, but definitely preferable to the antics of captainjack sparrow and his insufferable crew.

torpedo. jungle cruise is in cinemas and on disney+ with premier access now. # never thought it would come to this # i remember every little thing # like fighting in the playground # cos some good looking boy # it started to hang around... from the wilds of the amazon to the remote islands of scotland with limbo, a low—key, bittersweet comedy drama from writer—director ben sharrock. bifa nominated amir el—masry is omar, a syrian refugee who finds himself, along with other fellow asylum—seekers, placed on an isolated island while his claim is processed. omar is a musician who carries with him an oud, the instrument

on which he once played the tunes of his homeland. housemate farhad, played by vikash bhai, dreams of being omar�*s agent. but, exiled to this alien nether world, omar keeps his instrument in its case, silent and unplayed. meanwhile, the detainees endure toe—curling classes preparing them for life in the uk — excruciating exercises that recall the tragic comic vignettes of swedish film—maker roy andersson. limbo is a beautifully poignant and brilliantly observed piece that balances deadpan comedy with heartfelt empathy to impressive effect. at times, it's laugh—out—loud funny, but other times, it's heartbreakingly sad, but crucially, it's never trite, cliched orformulaic. on the contrary, it's a drama about real people whose situation is so absurd that it can make you laugh and cry simultaneously.

limbo is in cinemas now. back in 1971, luchino visconti's film death in venice made a screen icon of bjorn andresen, a swedish teenager whom the director famously declared to be "the most beautiful boy in the world." in the film, adapted from thomas mann's 1913 novella, andresen played the youth with whom dirk bogarde�*s ageing composer becomes obsessed — an obsession that was mirrored in real life when film fans around the world fell in love with the fictional figure of tadzio. yet for andresen, death in venice also turned him into a commodity, an object to be marketed around the world with little regard for his own well—being. now in the documentary the most beautiful boy in the world, andresen looks back over his life —

on the struggles he endured in the wake of early fame and on the ghosts of our past filled with loss and uncertainty. from the disappearance of his mother when he was a child to his own harrowing memories of parenting, andresen�*s tale is a million miles away from the image of serene, self—possessed beauty projected by his overnight stardom. important questions are raised about the commodification of young bjorn, which is likened by one contributor to child abuse. but this documentary goes much further, following the strange twists and turns of andresen�*s life — including pop—culture stardom injapan, where he became a major influence on manga and anime artists, and an acting career that recently found him appearing in the folk horror hit midsommar. it's a remarkable life, and one that this sometimes disturbing but ultimately eye—opening documentary investigates with tact and sensitivity. you can find it in cinemas or online at dogwoof on demand,

along with other platforms. each member is chosen for his or her own completely unique set of abilities. # i need to feel the raindrops on my head. hey, guys, sorry i'm late! had to go number two. good to know. meanwhile, back in blockbuster land, we have the suicide squad, the latest addition to the dc extended universe which previously gave us the dismal suicide squad, to which this stand—alone sequel — whatever that means — adds an all—important definite article. it's all about the "the". margo robbie's harley quinn is back, alongside the likes of idris elba's bloodsport and john cena's peacemaker, all part of a ragtag team sent in by tough—as—nails viola davis to do battle with project starfish, a project that does exactly what it says on the tin. really. uh-huh. written and directed byjames gunn, the suicide squad is notable primarily for the fact that

sylvester stallone voicing a talking shark doesn't even come close to being the most bonkers thing on screen. hand! yes, that is your hand. very good. we're all going to die. i hope so. well, this is a world in which a giant weasel is just another passenger on the plane and polka—dot man, a character who shoots polka—dots and whom gunn himself called the dumbest dc character of all time, gets ample tragicomic screen time. the result is a huge splurge of post—deadpool sweary splatter, in which limbs and logic get rent asunder and everything gets turned up to eleventy—stupid. starfish is a slang term for a butthole. think there's any connection? no. it's kind of fun in a shambolic, post—howard the duck way, and it's definitely better

than suicide squad, without the the, although that's kind of like saying it's definitely better than slamming yourthumb in the cardoor. it's a very low bar. peter capaldi gives it some welly as a villain with a head full of electrical appliances, and daniela melchior does her best to inject some heart and soul into the piece as the rodent—wrangling ratcatcher, too. if it sounds like your cup of tea, then my advice would be to see it on the biggest screen possible, where the sheer size and volume of it all can simply batter your brain into stupefied submission. the suicide squad is in cinemas now. throughout all the years that i've been making music, if you get on a tour bus with a bunch of musicians... ..eventually, the conversation will go to sparks. i'll leave you with news of another new documentary, this one from edgar wright, director of shaun of the dead, baby driver and the forthcoming last night in soho.

in the sparks brothers, wright charts the stranger than fiction tale of ron and russell mael... we are sparks. dude. ..joint creators of one of pop�*s most enduringly indefinable and hugely influential enigmas. from experimental american art rock projects to break through uk chart hits, outlandish film dreams and insanely challenging concert tours, wright's energetic ode to sparks marries exhaustively researched archaeology with the sugar rush thrill of a heady teenage fan letter. aided by a bewildering array of interviewees from sex pistols�* stevejones to weird al yankovic and richly illustrated with stills, clips and stop motion animation, wright lovingly documents sparks�*s century—straddling career, that has spawned 25 albums and seen the maels, whose musical annette recently opened the cannes film festival, crossed paths with everyone from todd rundgren to jacques tati. with such rich history to mind, it's unsurprising that this

documentary seems at time to be a grand work of comic fantasy — an elaborate hoax by a film—maker with a sharp eye for a gag and a keen ear for a well—placed pop tune — a perfect fit for ron and russell. but what's most impressive is that the sparks brothers manages to unpack and to preserve the air of mystery that's long surrounded the duo, creating a film that's every bit as dazzling as its subjects. the sparks brothers is in cinemas now. that's it for this week. thanks for watching the film review. i'm off for a few weeks now, but anna smith will be your host for next friday. there they are! frank, follow me! stop her! god, sorry, frank! it's all right, strong form.

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and still a showery picture sunday and still a showery picture sunday and into the start of the new week. at six:

drug deaths in scotland reach record levels. more than 1,300 people died of drug—related causes last year alone — it's the worst drug figures in europe. why is this still happening? why is this being allowed to continue? why are these numbers up, death figures up again? will be asking why the number of deaths keeps on rising. also tonight... —— we will be asking. cheering gold for beth shriever, silver for kye whyte, as together they make history winning britain's first ever medals in bmx. i gave it absolutely everything i had then, and i was rewarded. oh, my god, it's amazing. pregnant women are urged to have the covid vaccine as the number of mothers to be in hospital with the virus rises — hundreds of thousands remain unvaccinated. england's cricket star ben stokes is taking an immediate breakfrom the sport to prioritise his mental well—being.