
Resurrection is marketed as an “epic science fiction drama.” Not sure it is that, but it is is a thought-provoking, leisurely presented Chinese drama, and those are some of my favorites. The premise is that it takes place in the future where mankind has learned to live forever by giving up dreaming, but some renegades would rather age than give up on their dreams. Thus, a special force is tasked with going inside the dreams of those people and find out why they don’t want immortality. We get 4 dreams of our protagonist, and so the movie is really 4 vignettes held together (loosely) by that overarching idea. But man oh man, those vignettes are so good. In the first dream, the dreamer plays Qiu, a man in a bombed-out city who is threatened and tortured to give up the code to unlock a suitcase of his friend. In the second, he is a former monk who has betrayed his old monastery to some looters, there looking for riches, but he has a chance to redeem himself with a spirit house in a Buddha statue. In the third, the dreamer becomes Jia, a con artist looking to pull one over (with the help of a little girl) on a wealthy patron seeking a psychic. In the final dream, he is Apollo, living life to the fullest on New Year’s Eve 1999, when the world thinks it might be ending, though his companion may be a vampire. Obviously the whole movie is very dream-like, much like the director’s last film (Long Day’s Journey Into Night), so much so that there are scenes that reminded me of dreams I’d had. Just the way the camera moves, or how events blend into each other, etc. Beautifully shot, beautifully told, just a gorgeous film in every way. The final scene of the last dream stuck with me. ★★★★

Miroirs No 3 is the latest from German director Christian Petzold and returns his frequent collaborator, Paula Beer. This one’s not one of my favorites from this team, but it is solid. Laura is riding down the road with her boyfriend after a bitter fight when he crashes the car and is killed. Laura is thrown from the car but survives with barely a scratch, and is taken in by a very friendly woman who lives nearby. The woman, Betty, obviously sees something in Laura, and tells her that she’s welcome to stay as long as she needs while she gets her bearings. This turns into several weeks, though something seems afoot here. Something’s not right, and you can feel it from the get-go. This leads to a lot of tension in the quiet moments, a feeling that something isn’t being said, sort of an “open secret” that Betty’s family is in on, but Laura and we viewers are not. Ending was a little uneven for me, but I’ll watch anything with Paula Beer in it. ★★★

The Voice of Hind Rajab is a gut punch of a film, based on a true story. In 2024 during the Israel incursion into Gaza, volunteers at the local Red Crescent (the Middle East branch of the Red Cross) receive a frantic call from a Palestinian woman trying to flee Gaza. Israel has told Palestine citizens to get out of the area, and that’s what the woman’s family was trying to do when they were fired upon by Israel’s army. The line goes dead and the Red Crescent folks think the worst, when they get a new call in. A small 6-year-old girl named Hind has survived the gunfight, though she says the rest of her family in the car “is sleeping.” Omar, the young man who initially took the call at Red Crescent, immediately wants to send in an ambulance to get the girl out, but the boss knows they have to go through the proper channels. Though the Red Crescent has certain protections as an international humanitarian group, and though Hind is just 8 minutes from the nearest Red Crescent ambulance facility, they need to notify the Israel Defense Force that they’ll be going into the zone, as well as the Palestine defenders on the other side, and a host of others. What should take just a few minutes ends up taking hours, as they keep getting hung up on red tape, all while Hind pleads for help. It is starting to get dark, and she is scared. Hearing a little girl begging for help, which should be easy to give, is heart wrenching, and the film drives it home by using actual audio recordings from that fateful day as Hind cries and Omar’s frustrations boil over. The inevitable end, which we all know is coming, just breaks you. I know Israel is supposed to be our buddies and a person can be ostracized for saying anything against them (and I also know that both sides commit atrocities in war), but damn. If this movie doesn’t boil your blood, I don’t know what can. ★★★★★

The Testament of Ann Lee comes from writer/director Mona Fastvoid, the “other half” of the writing team (with Brady Corbet) of The Brutalist, a film that was much hyped a couple years ago, but which didn’t blow me away. This film is like that one in a lot of ways, namely that (I think) it feels much more important than it really is. Which isn’t to say it’s a bad movie, but maybe a bit pretentious. (Probably loosely) based on the life of Ann Lee, it tells her story from childhood to death. Ann lived in the mid-18th century. Born in a poor family in Manchester, England, at a young age she witnesses her parents having sex, something that would shape her life. She grows to be very pious, and preaches celibacy as a way to grow close to God. This, of course, doesn’t sit well with her husband, and after her fourth child in a row dies young, she swears off sexually actively entirely. Ann starts growing followers, especially women (as she preaches them as equals in the eyes of God), and people are drawn to her version of “shaking Quakers,” or “Shakers” as they become known. After awhile, Ann feels like they can have more religious freedom in America, so she and her followers make the voyage in search of a new community. Amanda Seyfried is very good as Ann Lee, a woman who never learned to read or write but who stood by her convictions, even under persecution. However, the movie does come off as self-important and rubbed me the wrong way at times. A quasi-musical, it has some weird musical numbers thrown in, with music that often just repeats the chorus a thousand times. Still, worth watching for Seyfried’s performance, and maybe a bit of history, if you are so inclined. ★★★½

Christy was supposed to be Sydney Sweeney’s coming out party, a serious Oscar contender to show the world that she is more than just a pretty face and can carry a dramatic role. That didn’t happen, as it failed to wow the critics, but I think it is still OK. Sweeney is Christy Salters, one of the first stars in female boxing and someone who helped put the sport on the map. The film starts with her in college in the late 1980s, where she’s a good player but prone to getting in fights. A local coach and promoter, James Martin, sees her beating on someone and recruits her for boxing. It isn’t long before Christy is fighting for money, and marrying James to boot, this despite Christy being a lesbian; she is trying to please her homophobic mother by going straight. James shows his true colors soon though, becoming controlling and verbally abusive, which will soon become physical abuse too. Christy sticks with him, as he introduces her to Don King, after which her career really takes off. Things go sideways in 2003 after King books a fight for Christy to fight up-and-comer Laila Ali, who outweighs Christy by 30 pounds. Christy loses obviously, leading to a cocaine addiction and further abuse from James. When Christy attempts to finally leave him, James stabs and shoots her, leaving her for dead, though she miraculously crawls outside and flags down a car for help. Based on a true story, the film is moving in all the right spots but fails to really flesh out the characters. Christy always seems to do no wrong, and James is evil from the beginning, and every other character sticks to their little path with no deviation either. Sweeney is solid as Christy Martin, but the direction and writing doesn’t help her out. ★★½
- TV series recently watched: Dark Winds (season 4), Paradise (season 2), Stargate SG1 (season 3), Company Retreat (series), Jessica Jones (season 3), The Pitt (season 2), X-Files (season 2)
- Book currently reading: House of Leaves by Mark Z Danielewski




































