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Has Hollywood rediscovered the joy of the 90-minute movie?
Once notorious for testing audience endurance, modern blockbusters seem to be trimming the fat, from superhero sagas to comedic classics
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Gwilym Mumford |
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Walking out of a 6.30pm showing of The Naked Gun a couple of weeks ago I was greeted by an unfamiliar sight: daylight. Had I gone to see the film in the upper reaches of the northern hemisphere, where daylight is near-permanent in the summer months? No I was in Leicester Square – a different kind of barren wasteland than the Arctic tundra – and there was another reason for the brightness: The Naked Gun was only 1hr 25m long.
Very few modern films – aside from those of the child-friendly variety – clock in at less than 90 minutes, but even so The Naked Gun doesn’t feel a total outlier. In fact, of the last three blockbusters I’ve seen at the cinema, only one – Superman – went beyond the two hour mark, and only by 10 minutes. The other, The Fantastic Four: First Steps, was 1hr 54m, relatively svelte for a 21st-century superhero movie. Granted, earlier in this summer we had Mission: Impossible - The Final Reckoning, clocking in at a Brobdingnagian 2hr 49m (and boy, at times did it feel it), but looking back now, that almost feels a relic from and earlier, more indulgent time.
Because, generally the blockbuster seems to be getting shorter. The average for this year’s top 10 movies so far at the US box office (which seems to me the best benchmark for the health of the blockbuster given they make and consume the bulk of them), is 2hr 4m. That number (sure to be nudged up further by Avatar: Fire and Ash later this year) is actually higher than last year’s average between the top 10 – 2h 01m – but way down on the 2hr 15m and 2hr 16m of 2023 and 2022 respectively. Those years admittedly featured some hefty movies like Oppenheimer (3hrs) bumping up their averages, but also some silly lengths for movies of a more disposable nature: how, for example did John Wick 4, a dialogue-light film about a man hurting other men in various imaginative ways, clock in at a whopping 2hr and 49m? Or why did The Batman brush right up to the three-hour mark? And did the live-action Little Mermaid really need to be two and a quarter hours? The animated original managed to rattle through the story in almost an hour less.
Listen, we probably talk too much about films being too long these days: it’s something I have definitely been guilty of in this newsletter, somewhat absurdly because I don’t actually have a problem with long films at all – especially when a bladder-aiding intermission is included as part of the deal. I’m generally of the belief that films should be as long as they need to be and, in some cases, a film needs to be very long indeed. But it’s certainly the case that blockbusters, once designed to provide quick, easy thrills, have tended toward bloat since the 2010s. Much of that of course has to do with the steroidal growth of the superhero movie, which, in service of the “expanded universe model” of interlocking films, had to incorporate more and more convoluted backstories and peripheral characters into its run times. That feature soon became a bug, with endless complaints in thinkpieces and on forums that superhero films had grown too long.
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But there has been a sense in recent years that the superhero industrial complex has listened to the ambient noise around its films being too long. You could see those stirrings in the desire by Nia DaCosta, director of 2023’s The Marvels (pictured above), to make that film under two hours. She succeeded and then some: it’s the shortest Marvel movie of all, at 1hr 45m. (Though given The Marvels is regarded as one of the weakest Marvel movies, such brevity doesn’t always equal quality.)
Equally Superman director James Gunn had to deny rumours Warner Bros had ordered him to make the film shorter: he perhaps should have listened given the movie’s weakest moment is an impossible to follow city-smashing final battle that goes on for at least five minutes more than it needs to. Certainly there’s a sense watching The Fantastic Four that it strives to stay under the two-hour mark. In doing so it perhaps over-corrects a little: a blossoming romance between Ebon Moss-Bachrach’s The Thing and Natasha Lyonne’s schoolteacher suddenly vanishes midway through the movie – or more likely was sent to the cutting room floor by clockwatchers. Still, that did probably contribute to a film that, while not without flaws, felt appealingly brisk.
Hopefully more mainstream movies can follow its example, as well as that of The Naked Gun, whose 1hr 25m runtime is identical to that of the original movie in the franchise in 1988. Back then that was a little less of an outlier: the average run time of the top 10 highest grossers that year – a time Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Coming To America, Die Hard and the like reigned supreme – was a positively breezy 1hr 48m … so there’s still a long way to go in films getting shorter.
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Take Five |
Each week we run down the five essential pieces of pop culture we’re watching, reading and listening to |
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TV – Promethea
Nothing for me has quite scratched the itch given by The Returned, the singular, absorbing French supernatural drama that ended just under a decade ago. This six-part mystery drama probably won’t change that: it’s not quite at that level though it is at least swimming in the shallow end of the same pool. The premise has something of The Returned about it – mysterious amnesiac teenage girl emerges out of the woods and seems to know something about the death of another teenage girl a few months before – and there’s a sense of that show’s compelling froideur about it. Full series available on Channel 4.
Want more? Johnny Vegas: Art, ADHD and Me, also on Channel 4, is a moving, funny account of the comic’s quest to make an artwork for his home town while reckoning with a surprise diagnosis. Plus: here’s seven more shows to stream this week. |
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PODCAST – Whatever Happened to Counter Culture?
This Radio 4 series is the purest audio catnip, marrying a truly fascinating topic – how did the counter culture emerge and then slowly evaporate – with the perfect host for it in alternative comedian titan and true counter culture lifer Stewart Lee. (He should do more documentary work: his Sky Arts film King Rocker, about cult Birmingham post-punk artist Robert Lloyd, was also excellent.) He’s assisted here by a top supporting cast of talking heads, including Brian Eno, novelist Iain Sinclair and one of Lee’s other faves, Shirley Collins. Episode one, about the postwar emergence of the counter-culture, is out now with new episodes coming Thursdays.
Want more? Hailed this week by the NYT, Odd Lots is an economics podcast that has attracted a huge audience for its deep dives into supply chains and short-selling. Fascinating, if you can keep pace (and I’m not sure I can). Plus, here are the best podcasts of the week.
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FILM – Weapons
Zack Cregger was the director behind one of the most surprising and inventive horror films in recent years in the form of Barbarian, and early word on this follow-up is that it is similarly mould-breaking. I can’t tell you much beyond that because its distributors are practising Area 51 levels of secrecy around Weapons. All we do know is that it stars Josh Brolin, Julia Garner and Alden Ehrenreich, and concerns a classroom of children that suddenly vanishes in the night, and I think we can probably assume, from the 18 certificate alone, that they haven’t just gone on a trip to Chessington World of Adventures … In cinemas now.
Want more? Sense and Sensibility is back in cinemas for its 30th anniversary. Peter Bradshaw reckons it still holds up. For more viewing pleasure, here are seven films to catch at home this week.
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BOOK – Great Eastern Hotel by Ruchir Joshi
Fans of Joshi’s debut, The Last Jet-Engine Laugh, have had to wait more than two decades for his second novel. Luckily, this cinematic epic – coming in at 900+ pages – doesn’t disappoint: spies, communist revolutionaries, artists, chefs, and heiresses populate this exhilarating, panoramic tale of second world war Calcutta, set in and around the city’s most luxurious hotel (which still stands today). “Joshi’s ability to render place and time is truly first-rate”, wrote Rahul Raina in a Guardian review. “There’s an absurd combination of fun and wonder and horror on every page.”
Want more? Iconic Scottish poet John Burnside died last year, and this week, new editions of his memoirs are being published, introduced by Seán Hewitt, Megan Nolan and Sarah Perry. You can revisit some of his favourite reads here. For more book news and reviews click here.
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ALBUM – For Those I Love: Carving the Stone
At some point someone’s going to come up with a catch-all moniker for the current flourishing state of Irish culture in all its forms, which will probably ruin it. So for now, let’s just enjoy another great example: For Those I Love is the solo project of David Balfe, who delivers sometimes caustic, sometimes defeated, sometimes beautiful spoken word poetry over throbbing industrial-tinged techno. His debut was a deeply raw account of the effects of the suicide of a best friend, which listening to at points felt like rubbernecking. This follow-up is broader in scope – tackling Balfe’s relationship with modern Dublin and the mixed feelings it throws up, around family, heritage, gentrification, violence – but just as absorbingly raw as the album that came before it.
Want more? After her abrasive not-quite-an-album experiment, Perverts, Ethel Cain returns to the dark, distorted folk of her debut with new LP Willoughby Tucker, I’ll Always Love You. For the rest of our music reviews, click here. |
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Read On |
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This week’s Ranked is a whopper: all 21 of Daniel Day-Lewis’s film roles. Hard to quibble with number one, though there’s a few further down that had me shaking my head. |
US liberals are celebrating South Park in the wake of two absolute savage Trump-themed episodes. But as Vulture’s Nicolas Quah points out, the show isn’t interested in taking sides, only skewering everyone. |
Period dramas have gotten steamier than Stephenson’s Rocket in recent years. The Guardian’s Hollie Richardson traces their lusty evolution. |
Stereogum breaks down a trend that has faintly baffled me this year: the sudden rise of an entire generation of actor-singers. |
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You be the Guide |
Last week we asked you to revisit a classic adaptation, updating it with present-day stars, in the manner of Emerald Fennell’s Wuthering Heights (though perhaps with fewer scenes of mid-execution ejaculation). Here is what you served up:
“Persuasion by Jane Austen. I know it was fun to pick on that Netflix film, but it really was that bad. I love Dakota Johnson too, but the miscasting was just mindblowing. Anne Elliot is supposed to be a shy wallflower! Daisy Edgar-Jones really wasn’t available?! I could also see Olivia Cooke or Ella Purnell smashing it.” – Emmy Griffiths
“There are certain plot points in Much Ado About Nothing that seem strange to modern eyes, but the enduring appeal of the central repartee is proved by regular theatrical revivals. Adrian Lester and Sophie Okonedo were such a good pairing in TV series Undercover (2016) that I think they’d be great as the sparring Benedick and Beatrice. Josie Rourke directed it on stage, and Lester was in her Mary, Queen of Scots film, so she might be a good choice to helm.” – Richard Hamilton
“We had Mia Wasikowska as Jane Eyre in 2011, which was brilliant casting. And for 2025, I propose two other Mias who I think would also give Jayne a bit of edge: Mia Goth and Mia Threapleton. Weirdly, all the Mias work.” – Dee, Leeds
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