The Heiresses is just interesting enough to be a step above watching paint dry. To say this one moves slowly is an understatement, but it has elements that the critics eat up, thus its big rating on Rotten Tomatoes. It follows Chela, a just-past-middle-age woman who comes from money, but who is now fallen on hard times. She and her long-time girlfriend, Chiquita, are selling off household furniture and crystal to pay the bills, but Chiquita is arrested for the debts and sent to jail for a couple months. Chela has relied on Chiquita to make all the decisions for years, and now is forced to take care of herself. She starts driving her elderly friends around for cash, and in doing so, meets a young, attractive, carefree woman named Angy. Chela begins truly living her life for the first time in decades. It’s an art film all the way, which is generally my cup of tea, but perhaps I just wasn’t in the mood today.

Fighting With My Family, on the other hand, has less art and more fun. The previews I saw for this film before it came out hyped up the laughs and I thought maybe it was a straight-forward comedy. It is undoubtedly funny, but it is much more than that too. Based on a true story, it follows the Bevis family in Norwich, England, and specifically, youngest daughter Saraya. The Bevis’ are a family of wrestlers, with the mom and dad running a small wrestling club in their hometown. Saraya and her brother Zak have dreams of making it big and becoming WWE stars in the USA, but when they get their chance in an audition, only Saraya is picked to train and move further in the audition process. Depressed, Zak goes back to England, while Saraya continues working in the high-stress world of wrestling hopefuls. The film leans hard towards sentimentality but isn’t entirely heavy handed, and the acting by all involved (including some familiar faces) is top notch. Very entertaining movie.

Shazam! is good, I’d say much better than the average DC film, but it still didn’t blow me away like Marvel is often able to do in their film series. This one takes place in the same universe as DC’s Batman and Superman films, but features a lesser known superhero. Billy is a teenager who has drifted from foster home to foster home, but is always searching for his birth mother. He is given superpowers by a desperate wizard who knows a great evil will be unleashed soon, and all Billy needs to do to access his powers is yell out “Shazam!” In doing so, his body morphs into a big muscular man who has all kinds of powers from super speed, to flight, to the ability to shoot lightning from his fingertips. While Billy is coming to terms with his new powers, he is also facing his personal struggles in his new foster home, bullies at school, and a powerful supervillain who wants to ad Billy’s powers to his own. Lots of funny sequences involving Billy learning his new powers with his one friend in the world, but the ending really started to drag, with the final fight scenes seeming to go on way too long. Still, not a bad superhero flick.

Transit is as much of a gut punch as you’re going to get from a quiet, independent film. It is a German film, based on a book that was written and took place during World War II, but the film has shifted its time frame to today. Instead of an occupying Nazi army, the governments are the increasingly nationalist ones currently spreading throughout the world. Georg is a German citizen living and working in France, but he needs to get out before being rounded up and deported. He has paperwork for a writer named Weidel, who is just famous enough to maybe help him leave France before the government closes all ports. Visas and travel documents are getting hard to come by, and even stop-overs in other countries are hard to get, as those countries don’t want to risk letting foreigners in who may not leave. But when Georg gets to Weidel’s apartment, he finds that he has just committed suicide, and the landowner has used connections to dump the body anonymously so as to avoid the police’s attention. Georg heads for the port city of Marseille, where the occupying police have not yet reached. Attempting to inform the Mexican consulate there that Weidel is dead, they think that Georg IS Weidel. Seeing an opportunity to get himself out of the country, Weidel plays along. A wrench pops up though when he meets a girl he is instantly smitten with, and she refuses to leave France without her estranged husband, who just so happens to be the missing Weidel. A deep and emotional story, directed by one of the best current German directors, Christian Petzold, and starring two great actors, Franz Rogowski and Paula Beer (who has been in several films I’ve seen lately, including Frantz and Never Look Away).

Alita: Battle Angel received more attention for the big eyes of its lead actress (computer enhanced Rosa Salazar) than its plot, which is never a good thing, but we all know my love of future dystopian films. This film takes place in a future where an intergalactic war (referred to as “the Fall”) between Earth and colonies on Mars has left most of our planet as a junkyard. 300 years later, a single floating city called Zalem houses all of the elite, whereas the rest of the population fights over the scraps on the ground. Technology is still advanced, but mostly just from the leftovers of the previous generations, as these days people can only re-use and re-purpose existing tech. In the rough society, most humans have cybernetic arms and/or legs, and Dr Dyson (played by Christoph Waltz) is a man who specializes in attaching these robotic limbs to those who need them. He finds a cast-off cyborg in a pre-war junk heap and is able to resurrect her, naming her Alita. Alita has no memory of her past, but in battle, her instincts as a soldier in the war take over, and she is lethal. She falls for a local human named Hugo, who unbeknownst to her, is attacking people and night and ripping off their cybernetic limbs to sell on the black market, in hopes of raising enough money to bribe his way to Zalem. Though the movie has a little too much of a young adult flare (some cheesy dialogue, a forced romance, etc.), I still really enjoyed it. The visuals are stunning, the battle scenes are frenetic but well made, and the plot, while not all that deep, is engaging. While the film did just OK at the theater (400 million on a 170 million budget), it probably didn’t do well enough to get the sequel, that was so obviously set up, made. But even on its own, a fun film.

A.A. Milne’s Winnie-the-Pooh is one of the few children’s books to make my list. Pooh Bear is one of the most recognizable and cherished characters in history, and is certainly a favorite of mine. The books and movies are heart-warming, but teach good lessons, and Pooh and his friends always bring a smile to my face.

This is my first time reading the first book, the one that started it all in 1926, since I was a child myself. Most of the stories I still remember from heart, like Pooh riding a balloon up to a bee hive to steal honey, Pooh getting stuck in Rabbit’s hole after eating too much, Eyeore losing his tale, and Pooh and Piglet setting a trap for a Hefalump. The stories have a certain innocence of youth that you don’t find very much anymore, in either books or movies for kids, and make me think of simpler times. I continue to enjoy Pooh movies to this day, like 2017’s Goodbye Christopher Robin and 2018’s Christopher Robin. I encourage everyone to go out and read this book again, it brings back your childhood, and you can’t help but smile at Pooh Bear’s adventures.

For my tastes, Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God was a much better read than the last heralded book on my last. This is a short one, only about 200 pages, but has lots of depth to ponder for days after you finish it.

The book follows a black woman named Janie in the early 1900’s (the book was released in 1937), who is just 2 generations removed from slavery. Janie has lighter skin than many of her friends, the result of her grandmother Nanny being raped by her white owner to father Janie’s mother. Janie never knew her mother, who was in turn raped by her school teacher (which resulted in Janie) and ran off. Janie was raised by her grandmother Nanny. Nanny was old school and thought that marriage to a man, any man, is better than nothing, so she shoves Janie to an older man as soon as she is 15 or 16, promising Janie that she will grow to love him. When she doesn’t after a couple years, Janie leaves him, goes to the next town down, and marries another man, Joe.

Joe has big plans to build an all-black city in Georgia. He builds a store to supply the area, gets houses built, gets himself made Mayor, and builds a decent amount of wealth. He makes Janie work the store, but they have money and don’t have to struggle like many of the town’s residents. However, Janie eventually realizes that Joe doesn’t really love her, that he just uses her like others always have in her life. When Joe gets sick and dies, Janie doesn’t make much of an effort to go around in mourning, and it isn’t long before she heads out of town with a new beau named Tea Cake.

With Tea Cake, Janie is finally happy. She spent years with Joe and is no longer a young woman, but she still has her looks, and has a nice nest egg of cash to sit on. Tea Cake is a hard worker, and the two head to the Florida everglades for work harvesting beans. However, their love is short lived. A hurricane hits the area their second year there, and in the ensuing chaos, Tea Cake is bit by a rabid dog. As he descends into madness, he attacks Janie, and she defends herself by shooting and killing him. She is acquitted of his murder with a self-defense plea, and moves back to the city Joe built, to recount her life to her friend Pheoby, where the book both began and ends.

If it sounds like a fairly simple tale, it is. The meat of the story isn’t involved, but so many issues are raised and explored that you can get a great view of the life of a good majority of black people in the south in the early part of the 20th century, the kinds of things you just can’t learn in school. Janie is an intelligent women but she isn’t allowed to show it, and is just there to support the men in her life. As black people, Janie and her circle are forced to show deference to whites, but even within the black community itself, black isn’t always black, with lighter skinned people like Janie treated much differently than the dark black skinned people like Tea Cake. A very well thought-out book. Really my only criticism is the dialogue. Like a lot of novels from this era, Hurston writes the dialogue in the way that words were spoken by the uneducated people of her characters, so things like, “Ah gets tuh seein whose goings tuh be aht dere.” Going for authenticism, but for me, just makes it tougher to read. I usually read pretty quickly, but dialogue like this forces me to slow down and almost sound out the words so I can understand it properly. Hurston only does this on the dialogue to convey how her characters speak, and does not in the rest of her writing in the novel. In my opinion it doesn’t add to the realism of the book, but I understand the reasoning behind it, and that is really my only quibble. A very good book.

Going to look at some of Hitchcock’s perhaps lesser known films today, including two from the silent era (yes, Hitchcock made several silent films). First up is The Lodger: A Story of the London Fog, from 1927. This was Hitch’s third film, and his first psychological thriller, obviously the genre he is most famous for. Daisy is a cute young blonde at a time when that is not such a good thing. A serial killer known as “the Avenger” is Jack Ripper-ing it up around London, targeting fair haired women. When a witness finally spots him and describes him as a tall young man hiding his face in a long scarf, just such a man shows up at Daisy’s house, requesting to stay in the advertised open room. The new lodger moves in, and in Hitchcock-ian humor, begins to ominously tell Daisy how beautiful her blonde hair is, and promising to “get her real soon” when they play chess, while carefully reaching for the fireplace stoker (only to move the coals around of course). When he quietly stalks out the night of the next murder, and Daisy’s mom notices, he becomes suspect number one. If you know Hitchcock at all, you know all ready if he is really the murderer or not. A little slow to get going, and a little slow in the latter third as well, but ultimately a fun, early slice of Hitchcock thrills.

His next movie was Downhill, released the same year, and starring the same lead actor (Ivor Novello). In this dramedy, Roddy Berwick is a man with the worst luck in women. It begins at an exclusive all-boys school, where he takes the fall, protecting his best friend, and says it was he that got a local shop worker pregnant. Roddy gets expelled from school and cut out of his affluent parents’ inheritance. A little while later, he is scraping by as an actor and falls in love with the lead, but he only gets her attention once he has inherited 30 thousand pounds from his deceased godmother. They marry, but aren’t together long before she wipes out his money on lavish purchases and leaves him for another man. It doesn’t get any better any time soon for old Roddy, as he becomes a cheap gigolo in Paris. The film has funny moments, but ultimately there’s nothing to write home about. If any other director had done it, this is the kind of film that would have been lost to time, and maybe it should have been. Not terrible, but not memorable either.

Sabotage came out in 1936, adapted from a work of renowned writer Joseph Conrad. The film opens with a deliberate blackout in London; an act of sabotage has cut power everywhere for a few minutes. Mrs Verloc and her husband Karl run the local cinema, and while Mrs Verloc holds of the perturbed crowd wanting their money back, Karl sneaks in the back, it being implied that he was behind the power outage. We soon learn that he is being paid by a group of shady men, to what purpose we don’t know yet, but what’s more, is they are under surveillance by Scotland Yard. A bigger, more dangerous event is planned by the group, with the help of a bomb maker. As the day approaches, Hitchcock ratchets up the suspension. Lot of trademark Hitchcock camera closeups and slow pans to create unease. I didn’t much of this movie for a good portion of it, but the ending is very good.

He followed the next year with Young and Innocent. It starts well enough: there’s a fight between two people during a storm, and the next morning, the woman washes up on shore, the victim of a strangling by a raincoat belt. The first man to find her is the prime suspect. Robert knows he’s innocent, but to prove it, he needs to find his stolen raincoat out of town, to show the belt used was not his. He is aided by the chief police constable’s daughter Erica, who reluctantly believes he didn’t do it. The duo dash off to the countryside and unfortunately, the film reverts to an almost-comedy romp. There are good moments, but definitely not one of Hitch’s best. The lead actress is great as the irresolute heroine, and the camera loves her, but that may turn out to be the only memorable aspect for me. Unfortunately a fairly boring movie.

Saboteur is one of Hitch’s early Hollywood films, and was released in the early days of America’s involvement in World War II. An aircraft factory is destroyed in a fire, and a man dies in the blaze. The man’s friend, Barry, is suspect number one, but Barry knows he is innocent, and he has a single clue to follow to attempt to prove his innocence before the cops can catch him. As the mystery unravels, he finds a plot to undermine the country, with further sabotages planned. Of course there’s a girl that Barry gets tangled up with too. This is pure Hitchcock through and through, so if you are a fan, you’ll love it, and if not, you’ll think the plot is a little too much like the more popular North by Northwest that would come later.

Ralph Ellison’s book Invisible Man is one of those reads where I know I’m reading a ground-breaking, beloved novel that was important to a whole lot of people, but I just couldn’t get into it myself. I didn’t think it was very well written, with the lead character far too one-dimensional for my tastes (especially for a so-called transcendent novel). Having said all that though, I can still appreciate the historical significance of it.

The narrator of the book (never named) is a young black man from the south who has high hopes for his future. He goes to a respected all-black college and does well in class. However, when he is asked to chauffeur Mr Norton, a white donor, the trajectory of his life changes. He ends up taking the rich man to the former slave buildings, now homes to the poor, where they come upon a man named Trueblood. Trueblood used to work at the school but scandalously impregnated both his wife and daughter. Mr Norton is aghast, and when he feels ill, the duo stop at a rough-and-tumble bar, where Mr Norton is further shaken by mental patients (from the local hospital) and prostitutes. Upon returning to the school, our narrator is expelled for his poor decisions. To earn money with hopes of returning to school in a year, he moves to New York.

In New York, our young man, through a series of events, ends up in a Communist group known as the Brotherhood. The Brotherhood tells him they have great plans to uplift the black men of the city and improve their lives, and realizing the potential in our main character, they make him a spokesman for the Harlem area. He is able to give thoughtful and rousing speeches, but when he is accused by a spiteful member of being out for personal attention (putting “me” before “the group” is anathema to the Brotherhood), our speaker is removed from Harlem and sent to work on women’s causes in a different area. When he returns to Harlem later, he finds that the area has been neglected in his absence, and the black people living there have not seen any improvements.

These events, along with the death of a close friend (whose death is politicized by the Brotherhood but otherwise ignored), make the narrator realize that they really don’t care for the lives of the black men in New York or anywhere else; they are just being used to further the cause of the group. The narrator abandons the group and goes to live in seclusion, in an underground room, where he is located at the beginning of the novel. He laments about his social invisibility and asks the reader to be aware of his own life lest he become invisible too.

My problems with the book are many. I had a hard time connecting to our narrator. He calls for action, but why should I believe him now when he only took up with the Brotherhood because he was a good speaker (he admitted at the start that he didn’t necessarily agree with their credo). He never really seems to have any ideas of his own, only feeding off what others tell him. He is too quick to anger, and for a supposed learned man, doesn’t think things through very well. He is too easily manipulated, which gave me a lot of frustration as the reader. And the book was far too long-winded. Long speeches that could be summed in half the time, tangents that don’t get explored, wordy dialogue that sometimes is on point, but more often than not seems juvenile or thoughtless. I can appreciate that if I were a young minority reading this, I could be moved to make sure I have a voice, but as a novel, as a piece of fiction, I don’t think it is very good.

Cold Pursuit is a genre-defying, black comedy/action flick starring Liam Neeson as Nels Coxman, a snowplow driver outside Denver. When his son is killed, Nels goes on a rampage to kill those responsible, who turns out to be a big-time drug dealer in Denver. Nels starts with the local dealers and works his way up the food chain, but along the way, a rival drug gang of Native Americans becomes involved when there is confusion among the bad guys on who is doing the killing, and the body count continues to rise steadily. All of the characters are purposefully wild caricatures, creating many of the funny situations. Gruesome deaths accompanied by belly laughs? I’m in! Not a deep film and not really a great one, but it is entertaining enough for a single viewing.

Peterloo is extremely well detailed, beautifully shot, and a huge bore. I wanted to like this one, by director Mike Leigh, so much so that after I first gave up (45 minutes in), I tried to pick it up again the next day, but to no avail. The film is about the lead up to the real Peterloo massacre, when the British government militia stormed into protesters, killing some and wounding a bunch more. Despite sets and costumes that are more detailed than anything I’ve ever seen before, the movie is just too dull. It really is just (wordy) speech after speech after speech, all about the same topic, which is, reform of the government and representation for the working class. I generally enjoy period dramas, but this one is tough to get through. I wasn’t able to finish it unfortunately, maybe you’ll have more patience than me.

Just as Peterloo is a movie I should have liked but didn’t, Under the Silver Lake is one I probably should loathe, but don’t. In fact, I found it extremely entertaining. This one stars Andrew Garfield as Sam, a quirky young man without direction in life. He meets a girl he instantly likes, but when she doesn’t show up to meet him the next day, Sam enters a crazy world of drugs, mystery, and conspiracy theories. As the film proceeds, it seems the more Sam learns, the further he gets from answers. Sam’s investigations include deciphering puzzles in popular song lyrics and puzzling over the map on the back of a cereal box, all while avoiding a serial dog killer in the area and a more sinister monster known as the Owl Monster. This is one of those films where the ride to the end is just as important as the finish itself, and don’t come expecting it all to wrap up in a tidy bow, which probably explains why online reviewers give this film either 1 or 5 stars, with almost nothing in the middle. You’ll either love it or hate it, but if you just like good filmmaking, I think you’ll be in the former group with me.

If you want to be moved, if you want to feel wonder like that of a child again, Never Look Away is a masterpiece. A German film directed by Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck, it tells the story of Kurt Barnert (inspired by real-life artist Gerhard Richter). Beginning in 1937, Kurt is a young boy, heavily influenced by his beautiful aunt Elisabeth. She talks to Kurt about art and freedom, just before she is diagnosed with schizophrenia and put in an institution. First she is sterilized so as to not spread mental illness to her children, and then, with World War II kicking into high gear, she is killed through a gas chamber so the Nazi party can free up hospital beds for wounded soldiers. The doctor that signed off on Elisabeth’s and other patients’ deaths is spared an execution after the war, when he saves the life of a Russian officer’s wife during her rough childbirth. The film picks up in the later 40’s, as East and West Germany are splitting. Kurt has survived the war and is a young man going to school to be an artist. This constitutes the first hour of so of this 3 hour long film, but to give more away would be a grave injustice. Go see this one, it will move you to tears and to cries of joy. Probably the best film I’m seen in awhile.

In my mind, Avengers: Endgame was a proper ending to the first part of the Marvel saga, but the series does continue on now, and the first movie of the new set of films continues the adventures of Spider-Man in Far From Home. If anyone feared that the “new” films would lose something after Endgame’s conclusion need not worry. Far From Home is supremely fun and action packed. Young Peter Parker, having been brought back from the snap in the last film, which the people of Earth are calling “the blip,” is living in a world still coping with disappearance, and reappearance five years later, of half the world’s population. Peter doesn’t want the mantle of world hero and prefers to remain “your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.” But danger still finds him. On a class trip to Europe, Spider-Man fights foes while dealing with the emotions (and crushes) that come to all teenagers, while also coming to terms with the loss of his own personal hero, Tony Stark. The series isn’t slowing down, and continues to produce at a high level. I can’t wait for the announcements for where Marvel goes from here.

I don’t think I’ve seen a lot of German films in my life, and what better way to catch up a bit than with one its countries most famous directors, Rainer Werner Fassbinder. Fassbinder was to the New German Cinema movement what Godard was to the French New Wave, and though he died young at the age of 37 in 1982, in his short life he directed over 40 films. Today I’ll look at some of his first big successes.

The Merchant of Four Seasons came out in 1971. It is about Hans, a man for whom life hasn’t given any breaks. He is a fruit vendor, a job for which his mother despises him (though as we see in flashbacks, she did so long before his career path was chosen). He is married to a woman, Irmgard, who is his polar opposite, a fact driven home even by their statures, with Hans being short and stocky and the slim, tall Irmgard towering over him. Though life itself doesn’t seem to like Hans, the viewer does, because he is portrayed as a likeable “everyman.” When he has a heart attack though, and the family needs to hire someone to push the fruit cart around town, even the veneer of happiness Hans tries to eke out at home is ruptured. At times throughout this film, I found myself thinking it wasn’t very entertaining as a picture, because events just sort of happened without any sort of meaning, almost like I was watching a modern day reality show following the everyday life of an average man. But as the film drew towards its conclusion, I realized the brilliance of this movie. Fassbinder does an amazing job of fleshing out Hans, and the viewer knows him through and through by the end, warts and all. By the end, I ached for the way Hans’ life turned out. Loved the movie.

The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant was Fassbinder’s big breakout in 1972. Petra is a wealthy clothing designer, but her money hasn’t bought her happiness. She lives alone with only a maid, Marlene, whom von Kant bosses around in a degrading manner. One evening, Petra meets Karin, a young and shallow beauty, and Petra instantly falls in love. Petra showers Karin with everything she wants, but 6 months later, Karin admits she was only using Petra for the lifestyle and does not love her. She moves out, leading to a severe depression in Petra, which is only abated by help from her family. For much of this movie, I was wondering where all the praise for this film comes from. It didn’t seem to be getting anywhere fast, and whole conversations go nowhere (Karin and Petra spend what seems like 15-20 minutes discussing trivialities like their favorite subjects in school), but then the ending came. Absolutely stunning, and from that, the whole film is painted in a new picture. A fantastic character study in both sadism and masochism, love and hurt, and ultimately, what can bring happiness. Going to have to watch this one again.

25 years before The Matrix depicted people living out their lives unknowingly inside a computer program, Fassbinder brought us the same in World on a Wire. Fred Stiller is the technical director of a computer program called The Simulacrum. Devised as a way to predict human needs in the future, the Simulacrum is full of programs who think they are human, going about their lives in a virtual space. Stiller’s predecessor was a man named Vollmer, who died suddenly. Stiller isn’t on the job for long when he notices the head of security, Lause, has also disappeared suddenly, but more peculiarly, no one in the company remembers him. While investigating Lause’s disappearance, it isn’t long before Stiller begins to question his own existence. Part neo-noir and part science fiction, World on a Wire is a great mystery that opens up questions about the meaning of life. It’s a bit long at 3 ½ hours (it was originally a 2 part miniseries), but it is well worth the trip, and far ahead of its time in 1973, at a time when computers don’t even resemble what they’re capable of now.

By the time I got to Ali: Fear Eats the Soul, I was really warming up to this director. This one does not start slow, but gets you right into the meat of the film. This film is about race relations, and on a larger scale, how the general public can turn on minority groups. In it, a widowed older lady, Emmi, falls in love with a young black man from Morocco, Ali. At this time in Germany, Arabs were looked down by society in much the way that black people were in America, and both Ali and Emmi are very lonely, Ali because of his race, and Emmi because of her dead husband and grown, absent children. They find love in each other, but over time, Emmi’s attitude towards Ali harshens to be more like her friends’ attitudes towards him, leading to strife in their relationship. A good film to open your eyes to problems that existed in the 60’s and 70’s and still exist today. Chuck full of tidbits that really stand out, like Emmi’s neighbors gossiping that she isn’t a “real” German because of her Polish last name from her first husband, and how she is alienated from her coworkers when her relationship with Ali starts, but gets back in their graces when the company hires an immigrant from Yugoslavia, someone new they can ostracize. The film (and much of Fassbinder’s output in this era) was inspired by the work of director Douglas Sirk, and this film in particular by All That Heaven Allows.

Fox and His Friends isn’t as “deep” as the four previous films I watched, and is a much more direct film. Franz (nicknamed Fox and played by Fassbinder himself) is a working class gay man who wins it big through the lottery, winning 500,000 German marks. He never cared much for money and it doesn’t seem like his cash flow is going to change him, until he gets swept off his feet by a swindler, Eugen. Eugen sees an easy target, and after telling his boyfriend they need to take a break for awhile, he woos Franz and starts milking him for all of his fortune. They buy a modern apartment, furnish it extravagantly, and pump money into Eugen’s family’s failing business. Franz doesn’t realize what is going on until he is broke and dumped, going back to his sister’s apartment with nothing left. Franz’s true friends, whom he dumped when he was running in high society with Eugen, are still hanging at the local bar. I liked Fassbinder’s other films more, but this one still features a very well written story and excellent direction.

Just about everyone knows the films of Robert Downey Jr, most recently his big Marvel blockbusters, but I’d venture to guess not many know the films of his dad. Robert Downey Sr made some quirky, low budget films in his his career as a writer and director. Coming up in the 60’s, he made a name for himself in the independent, underground, counter-culture movement. His first feature film was Babo 73, which follows the president of the “United Status” (played by Andy Warhol film regular Taylor Mead), a man more keen on being left alone than actually running the government. He is advised by his “right hand man,” a fascist warmonger, and his “left hand man,” a pacifist communist, as their country bumbles through foreign relations with other countries and is later invaded by one of them. Goofy and downright “out there,” I still found it thoroughly entertaining. Not a minute goes by without a sight gag or word play that made me chuckle. It’s probably the silliest thing I’ve seen in a long time that I really enjoyed. Definitely not for everyone, and probably not even for me on a different day, but today it caught me at just the right time for a few stupid laughs at some hard hitting satire.

A couple years later, Downey made his first hit, Chafed Elbows. This one follows Walter Dinsmore and his hilariously crazy adventures, starting with him leaving his lover before her husband comes home, and we immediately learn the husband is Walter’s father, because the woman is his mother. This incestuous relationship is perfectly normal in the upside-down world of Walter Dinsmore, as is pretending to be a cop and directing traffic in Times Square; dying and going to heaven, only to meet a not-so-virgin Mary and God, who appears to be a 12 year old Fidel Castro, who sends Walter back to earth; and other such zany escapades. Walter attracts the weirdest citizens, like a dirty sock sniffer and an “art collector” who makes Walter become a living piece of art for his collection, to go along with “dog on the floor” and “wife in the kitchen.” Totally irreverent, but man is it a hoot. I read online that the film was made for just $12000. It is mostly a series of 35mm camera still shots (developed at Walgreens!) and set to a narration. After 2 films now, I can see Downey’s nutty but entertaining style.

Downey continues his documentary-like approach in No More Excuses, which follows a handful of storylines. There is a Civil War union soldier who wakes up in modern New York, an infomercial where the speaker talks about the need to clothe our animals because of their indecency, the assassination of President Garfield, and regularly spaced throughout, interviews with people who go to singles bars and the growth of the sexual revolution. I still had chuckles, but the lack of a cohesive central figure to follow made it overall a tougher film for me to get into. Just not as good as the first two films.

Downey’s most famous film is Putney Swope from 1969. Putney is the token black man on the board of an advertising agency. When the chairman dies and the board holds an impromptu vote for his replacement, everyone votes for Putney thinking no one else would vote for him. Swope fires all the old white guys and keeps a single token white man employed (who gets paid less than the black workers!), and the people Putney surrounds himself with all have their own agendas. At first, Putney tries to go straight with the company, refusing to work with companies who sell tobacco or alcohol, but greed turns him into a despot before the end. This satirical film holds nothing back, and no one is safe. Downey pokes fun at social norms, the government, hollywood films, religion, and, of course, race relations. It’s probably Downey’s most cohesive film and is certainly more polished than his previous efforts (thanks to a bigger budget), but it loses none of its bite.

Two Tons of Turquoise to Taos Tonight (originally titled Moment to Moment), from 1975, isn’t so much a film as a series of sketches, what seems like 100 of them since most are just a minute or two long. Even the sketches don’t have stories to tell, it’s just a series of events and dialogue to elicit a laugh. It’s like watching SNL, with even smaller sketches, but even SNL usually has a point to their sketches. I don’t see a point in most of this film, and you would think that would kill its entertainment value, but like Downey’s other films, it is still very funny. It even has a couple familiar faces pop up, like Seymour Cassel of Cassavetes fame. This film was funded by some of Downey’s more famous admirers, including Hal Ashby, Norman Lear, and Jack Nicholson, and has a soundtrack put together by a younger David Sanborn. On another note, all female characters in the film are played by Downey’s wife Elsie (who did the same thing in Chafed Elbows).

Arctic is an incredible survival film starring Mads Mikkelsen. An almost-unnamed man is barely surviving in the harsh arctic landscape, the seemingly only survivor of a plane which initially carried who knows how many. We don’t know how long he’s been there, but it is implied that is has been quite awhile. Finally he hears a radio signal of someone close, and spots a helicopter. When they see him, they attempt to land, only to crash themselves. The pilot dies but a woman survives, although she is comatose and only just hanging on. Our main guy hangs out for a couple days, in hopes a search crew will come looking for the helicopter, but no one does. Thankfully that helicopter was carrying some fresh supplies, including a detailed topographical map of the area, and our survivor plans a trek to a base a couple days away. He heads out across the harsh environment, carrying the helpless woman, whose condition is worsening, behind him on a sled. Along the way he faces hungry polar bears and a deteriorating winter. A harrowing film that proves you can have a gripping and tense movie with almost no dialogue to aid you.

Wildlife is indie film regular Paul Dano’s directorial debut. It stars Jake Gyllenhaal, Carey Mulligan, and Ed Oxenbould as a family living in Montana in the 60’s. Seemingly the all-American family, there are problems under the surface. Jerry can’t hold a job, and Jeanette resents him for it. When Jerry abruptly announces he’s going to go off to fight the wildfires plaguing the area, Jeanette has a bit of a mid-life crisis, starting an affair with a local businessman. Jerry and Jeanette’s son, Joe, is witness to all of the craziness. Dano shows elements of his indie film acting career behind the lens, and there are bright moments, particularly with Mulligan’s and Oxenbould’s acting, but I’m not sure this is a great movie. There are several instances where it seems Dano is just trying too hard, such as several long, slow panning shots, which happen with enough frequency that it becomes a bit much by the end. Still, a solid first film.

Columbus follows a young woman, Casey (Haley Lu Richardson), a recent high school grad working at the local library. She’s a bit of an architect buff and may have gone to college to study it, but instead has chosen to stay in the little town of Columbus, IN, to watch after her mom, a recovering meth addict. She was planning on seeing a well-known architect who was giving a talk at the local university, but he ends up in coma, and Casey meets his estranged son Jin (John Cho) who has come to be nearby. The two strike up a relationship, and explore their complex feelings about their parents. A fairly simple-sounding film, and it is for the most part. It has a really beautiful, quiet, slow-paced way about it, just like the small town setting it sits in. Even the camera work has this long view, “take it all in” kind of approach, with many scenes set up so we see our characters walk in and out of view, and not a lot of closeups. Sometimes whole conversations take place without any camera movement, placing emphasis on the scene in its entirety and not just the dialogue going on in front of us. Fantastic stuff for movie lovers, proving that richly detailed movies don’t have to be complex.

On the Basis of Sex is a biography of the early career of Ruth Bader Ginsburg, with Felicity Jones in the lead role. It follows her struggles as a young law student, one of only a handful of women in the Harvard Law program in the 1950’s, and afterwards having a hard time finding a job as a lawyer in a profession dominated by men. The film then shifts to her life in the ’70s, where she is still fighting the system. It opens up when her husband Martin (Armie Hammer), a tax lawyer, brings to her attention a case where a man has been denied a tax deduction for a caregiver for his ailing mother because he is a man, because at the time, the credit could only be claimed by women. To this point, Ruth has been unable to undo laws that upheld sex discrimination, but now she sees a chance to fight one where a man is being discriminated against, and in doing so, prove that sex discrimination is unconstitutional, thus forever changing the landscape for women in the country. The criticisms of this film are mostly that it is too formulaic, and it is that, burdensomely so at times, but if a film’s purpose is to entertain, this one does that. It is emotionally moving in all the right spots.

Us is the most recent thriller from Jordan Peele following Get Out from a couple years ago. In a similar fashion, he takes an outlandish, almost silly premise and makes it terrifyingly great. It begins in 1986, with a young girl going through a house of mirrors and seeing herself, a true copy of herself and not just a reflection. Years later as an adult, she and her husband bring their family to the same beach on vacation, and that night the town is attacked by twisted doppelgangers of all of its citizens. Not short on suspense and downright scary at times, it is a refreshing and delightful thriller, with a tremendous ending that doesn’t disappoint.

OK Morrisson, that’s strike two. I read her Jazz a couple years ago, didn’t like it all, so I went into Song of Solomon with a bit of trepidation. I was pleasantly surprised for most of the book, was really enjoying it, but the ending just didn’t do it for me.

The book follows Milkman Dead. His real name is Macon Dead (the third of his name), the unfortunate result of his grandfather, a freed slave who cannot read, being asked what his name was to register as a free man. The person taking the info down accidentally put down Macon as name instead of origin, and when asked where his family was, Macon replied “dead.” Milkman received his nickname from another unfortunate incident, his mother being caught breast feeding him at the not-so-young age of 5 or 6.

Milkman was raised in a rough house without a lot of love. His father (Macon the second) is a wealthy landlord in Chicago, a man who only loves money and the pursuit of it. Milkman’s mother Ruth has a whole mess of issues that I won’t get into, and the two parents despise each other. Milkman gets no love from his older sisters either, girls who were raised to think they were better than all the other black men and women in the area, but who end up as old maids still living at home, never having gotten married. Milkman’s other family include his aunt Pilate, her daughter Reba, and Reba’s daughter Hagar, to whom Milkman becomes romantically involved as a teenager. As a person, Milkman doesn’t care about anybody. He uses people and twists their desires to his own needs (such as Hagar) and doesn’t seem to have any redeeming qualities.

The book mostly follows the secrets of the Dead family. What past deed made Macon and Ruth hate each other, what made Macon and his sister Pilate separate when they were very close as children, and other questions are all raised throughout the course of the book. Little glimpses of info are tantalizingly leaked here and there, which made for a fantastic page turner. When Milkman finally decides to go on a quest to Virginia, ostensibly to find a long-buried treasure but also to find the origin of his family and their crazy circle, I was all in, ready to get to the bottom of the mysteries of the Dead family. Unfortunately, while the questions were answered (with mostly satisfying results), the book took a weird, mystical turn in the final pages. While this was definitely hinted at previously, I had wished for a more straight forward read. There is a character in the book who seemed to serve no other purpose but to bring an abrupt ending to the book. I won’t argue the book is well written, I won’t even argue its greatness, but from a personal standpoint, the denouement was lacking. I have one more Morrisson book on this before I’m all done. Here’s hoping…