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 likeable jumanji 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 infinitely preferable to the antics of captainjack sparrow and his insufferable crew. torpedo. jungle cruise is in cinemas and on disney+ with premier a ccess 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 tragicomic 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 a 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 by james 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 your thumb in the car door. 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 breakthrough

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 both 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. well, friday brought quite a nasty spell of weather to some south—western and southern areas of the uk. gale force winds around coasts briefly. they were very, very strong indeed, brought by storm evert. you can see on the satellite picture here thunderstorms and heavy showers inland, generally a really changeable day, but the weather has now

shifted into the southern north sea. it's approaching parts of germany and denmark. behind it, you can see from the motion of the arrows, it's a fairly cool north—northwesterly, so it's going to be a fairly cool day for most of us. really quite nippy, in fact, in the very far north of the country. sunny spells and showers expected. so let's have a look at the early morning hours. that northerly wind blowing across scotland and along the north sea coast. showers there right from the word go, but i think showers are possible almost anywhere early in the morning, apart from the extreme north west of the country here. temperatures a little on the fresh side, around 12—13 degrees in some spots. and then, tomorrow, a pretty cloudy day for many of us — in the morning at least, to start with. then the sunny spells develop, but also the showers, and some of them will be heavy. you can see here in the east of the country and the north, some thunderstorms there, too. showers also breaking out across the south. the best of the weather,

i suspect, in the north—west of the country, parts of northern ireland, south—western and western scotland and also cornwall, devon and southern wales shouldn't do too bad on saturday. here's a look at sunday's weather map. the weather still coming in from the north. we have a weather front crossing the country. that is expected to bring showers to more southern areas of the uk on sunday. they should be more confined towards the very far south towards the end of the day. that's how the day starts, so a little on the chilly side in some areas. those northerly winds, feels quite nippy along the north sea coast, could even be around 14—15 degrees during the daytime. best spots, i think, in southern wales, maybe northern ireland again, but i think in southern wales and cardiff, up to around 21 degrees or so. so, here's the weekend summary again, and the outlook into next week, not an awful lot changes. there's no warm weather on the way. i think it's going to stay more or less the same, below average and a chance of some showers. and that's it, bye—bye.

this is bbc news, i'm rich preston. our top stories: the tax returns of former president donald trump will be handed to congress — after a ruling by the us justice department. the us champion gymnast, simone biles, withdraws from two more competitions at the tokyo olympics. a world record for the united states in the men's butterfly on �*super saturday�* at the games. lockdown in brisbane — as australia's third largest city tries to contain the spread of the delta variant. and a packed audience — and no more social distancing —

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