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…

I usually do 5 films in a set, but this time it will be 6, just because I have 2 sets of 3 films joined together by common threads, all directed by the great Italian director Roberto Rossellini. First up is a trio of films taking place during World War II. The first is Rome, Open City (Italian: Roma città aperta), which came out in 1945 and takes place in Rome during Nazi occupation in 1944. It follows the underground resistance movement, and does an amazing job of portraying the group of men and their wives and children as all walk the precipice of a knife’s edge, in constant danger of being found and incarcerated. The leaders of the movement are constantly changing their names, getting new forged papers, and moving from house to house to stay one step ahead of the gestapo. When one leader is finally found, due to a spurned girlfriend giving him up to the Germans, he is tortured violently, but refuses to give information. A tremendously tense and realistic film, from a director known for the realism in his films.

Rossellini followed with Paisan (Italian: Paisà) in 1946, which took a neorealistic “behind the curtain” view of relations between American soldiers and Italian countryman at the end of the war. It is made up of 6 small vignettes, each written by a different writer (including famous names such as Pagliero and Fellini), with many of the actors being non-professionals, as was Rossellini’s style. The episodes include an army troop liberating a village right behind the retreating Germans; a black soldier discovering how poor the young, homeless Italians are living; a drunken soldier returning to Rome to hunt a girl he met previously but not recognizing who she’s become in his absence; a girl sneaking in to occupied Florence to find a lost love, but finding he’d been killed earlier in the day; three American chaplains finding peace in an Italian monastery; and a small American group working with Italian freedom fighters against the larger German force. The first few stories were better than the latter ones, but overall still a tremendous film that I really liked. We know Italy was on Germany’s side, but the film shows that many Italians were not in same mind with their leaders, and they often had a love/hate relationship with their American “saviors.” The film feels very real and doesn’t take sides; at various times, both Americans and Italians are painted as heroes and villains.

The weakest of the three was the last, Germany, Year Zero (Italian: Germania anno zero). It follows a German family living under the rules and rations of the allied occupation just after the war, in bombed out Berlin. Just 13 years old, Edmund is the man of the house. His father is sick and unable to work, and his older brother has refused to register for rations or work, because he is afraid of prosecution by the Americans since he fought for Germany right up to the end of the war. Edmund goes out every day to lie and cheat to scrape together money for food and necessities. Along the way he bumps up against prostitutes not much older than himself, hoodlums and ne’er-do-wells, and pedophiles, but despite everything he tries, nothing helps his family’s situation. This film is a whole lot of nothing. I think I get what Rossellini was trying to say, but it’s just not very good. Way too melodramatic for a neorealist director.

The next trio of films star acclaimed actress Ingrid Bergman. After being moved by some of Rossellini’s pictures, she wrote him a letter asking to be in his films, and so started a relationship that was a huge scandal in the USA (she gave birth to Rossellini’s son before divorcing her previous husband in 1950). (*Quick note: I watched the English language versions of these films. Stromboli and Europe ’51 were released in both English and Italian. Stromboli in particular was shot completely front to back twice, so that producer Howard Hughes could own a negative for release in the USA, and Rossellini could own a negative for release in Italy.) The first film is Stromboli, which came out in 1950. It is about a Lithuanian refugee stuck in an internment camp after the war, and her only way out is to marry an Italian and go with him to his home on the small volcanic island of Stromboli. She finds the island harsh and its inhabitants harsher. She doesn’t know the language and knows less about their customs and beliefs, and she seems unable or unwilling to acclimate. I never found attachment to Bergman’s character. As an actress, she seems out-of-sorts in this kind of film. Coming from a traditional Hollywood background where directors tell her where to stand and how to deliver lines, the neorealist Rossellini would use his scripts as only a guide, allowing his (often) non-professional actors to improvise and go-with-the-flow. You can tell by watching, this is not Bergman’s forte. Still, the camera loves her, as it always did. A fairly average film for my tastes.

Europe ’51 is much more of a traditional film than Stromboli, and it makes for a better experience. Irene Gerard is a wealthy, bourgeois American living in Rome. Though they have every physical need met, her son seems depressed and eventually kills himself. Seeking answers to what would lead him to this, Irene is influenced by her communist friend Andrea to start volunteering to help poor families in the area. This leads to Irene working, to the consternation of her husband and wealthy friends. Full of lines like, “I’m only happy when I’m working to support my fellow man” and “It’s not fair that I have everything I could need and people out there have nothing” and “We must free the exploited worker and bring an awakening,” it starts to feel like pure propaganda. However, Irene, who has all ready rebuffed her capitalist friends, rejects communism now too, and only finds personal joy in helping people for its sake alone, in an almost religious manner (the final scene in fact casts her as a saint). A good film, even if at times I felt I was watching Rossellini’s pompous ideas being spoonfed to me.

In Journey to Italy, Alex and his wife Katherine travel to Naples to sell a villa they’ve inherited from Katherine’s recently dead uncle Homer. Realizing early in the film that they no longer love each other but have stayed together all these years for convenience, they grow increasingly more spiteful to each other as the film progresses. Katherine is strong and independent, preferring to go by herself to see museums and the countryside. Alex seems to like to have someone depend on him, and begins an affair with a young woman who walks with a cane. As the film goes along though, the estranged couple start to miss each other, but whether their marriage can be saved is left up to the big reveal in the end. A very enjoyable film, and well acted by Ingrid Bergman and George Sanders in the leads.

Rocketman is the recent, highly rated biopic about the life of Elton John. It follows his rise to stardom but doesn’t shy away from his shortcomings, even if it does try to place the blame for all of them on his terrible parents. Taron Egerton is fantastic as the man himself, and will probably get an Oscar nomination for the work. He portrays Elton as a boisterous public figure with a shy and unconfident private life. The film plays out as a biography/musical, with many of his big hits making appearances, even if in just short piano form here and there. Elton John’s fans will certainly find plenty to love, but even the casual moviegoer will root for John to find success in his personal life to match that of his professional career by the end. Brilliantly acted and directed, with colorful music and scenes, it’s a great flick.

Birds of Passage is one of those deep, emotionally involved films that I’d probably really dig on another day, but for whatever reason, I couldn’t appreciate it much on this first viewing. It follows a Wayuu (Native American ethnic group) village in northern Colombia from the 60’s until the early 80’s, as they become involved in the drug trade. Rapayet initially just gets into it as a way to make money quickly to pay the dowry for a woman he wants to marry, but when Rapayet’s friends and family fall in love with the inflow of cash, greed becomes more powerful than family ties. The filmmakers used professional actors in the leads, but filled out the families with real Wayuu people and the film has a life-like, documentary kind of feel to it. This is a film I’ll probably visit again in the future, when I’m in the mood for deeper contemplation and true art as film.

Dragged Across Concrete, from writer/director S Craig Zahler (whose other credits include films I love including Bone Tomahawk and Brawl in Cell Block 99), is a quietly intense crime thriller. Two cops (Mel Gibson and Vince Vaughn) play loosely with the rules and are suspended for roughing up a suspect. To pay the bills, they hatch a plan to rob the crooks, so to speak. Following a tip, they trail a team who are obviously planning something, but no one knows what. When that something becomes a bank robbery, and one that goes south with dead bodies, the disgraced cops end up in a shoot out with the robbers, with the winners taking home the stolen gold. Like Bone Tomahawk, this is a slow burn and some of the “action” almost seems like an afterthought to the story of the film. It takes great actors to pull off a movie like that, and Gibson, Vaughn, and the others here are up to the task. I really enjoyed this one.

The Kid Who Would Be King is a modern re-telling of the classic sword in the stone tale. Alexander is a chubby, picked-on, 11 year old when he finds Excalibur buried in stone on a construction sight. He pulls it and, aided by a quirky teenager Merlin the wizard, makes knights of his classmates, to face a coming evil intent on taking over the world. The film is very well done and has humor and action a-plenty, however the story has been done a time too many and felt stale. It is geared towards kids, but I’m not even sure a younger generation would appreciate this one. Not a bad film, and I enjoyed putting the story in modern times, but overall just a little too ho-hum for me, even if the final, glorious battle is certainly exhilarating.

Finishing out this set with the Disney re-imagining of Aladdin. I went it to this one expecting what I got from the live version of Beauty and the Beast, which was I thought a good movie, but not quite as good as the cartoon that was one of my childhood favorites. I was pleasantly surprised by the new Aladdin. While it doesn’t have the spectacular Robin Williams, is still a thoroughly enjoyable film. The story is much the same, though it does have a modern twist with Jasmine not seeking a man to be her sultan, but instead wishes to go against the rules and lead as a female sultan. The sets and costumes are as colorful as their cartoon origins, the songs are equally as fun, and Will Smith as the genie brings his own style of humor which is good enough. The role of Naomi Scott in particular as Jasmine is perfect. A fun family film which, while not replacing the original, acts as a worthy companion piece.

My next read on the list was one of my mom’s favorite books of all time, Margaret Mitchell’s Gone With the Wind. I love the movie, have seen all four hours of it multiple times, but had never read the book before. The movie is wonderful, but as is so often the case, the book is even better.

If the movie is long at 4 hours, the book is longer, at over 1000 pages. It’s far too long for even an abbreviated synopsis, but basically it follows Scarlett O’Hara, the belle of Atlanta and surrounding areas, and her marriages and friends just before, during, and after the Civil War, a war which sees the the South and all of its glory destroyed. Throughout the book, we see Scarlett as a willful woman who, while not entirely bright, is still very shrewd. She knows what she wants (or at least, thinks she does) and more often that not, she gets it, sometimes through shear willpower alone.

Most of the major plot elements of the book are present in the film, sometimes with mild changes, sometimes lifted word-for-word, but the book is much more detailed overall. We can see what is going on inside Scarlett’s and Melanie’s heads (though Rhett’s is often, by design, kept a secret). Some characters in the book are omitted from the film for space’s sake, such as Will (who runs Tara in the second half and ends up marrying Suellen to save her from public outcry for her part in getting Gerald O’Hara killed, a set of events entirely changed in the film), Archie (the old, gruff convict who drives Scarlett around in Atlanta until she hires convicts at her mill), and Scarlett’s children from her first two marriages, Wade and Ella. More than anything, every action and emotion are more developed in the novel. As much life as Vivien Leigh and Clark Gable bring to Scarlett and Rhett, Mitchell’s novel allows them to evolve and grow exponentially more. And minor characters like Belle Watling, the Meades and Merriwethers, the various families around Tara, and some of the O’Hara slaves are all given more space to become real people in the book.

This novel is fantastic. Very rarely do I finish a book and immediately want to go back to page 1 and do it again. Gone With the Wind is so well written, that you cry with the characters’ hardships and cheer aloud at their good fortunes. And Mitchell writes so wonderfully that the glorious conclusion leaves us wondering if Scarlett has truly learned her lessons, has matured, or if she is still the same old Scarlett. I’ll be visiting this one again one day, and I hope that the emotions hit me as hard on the second time through as they did the first.

Up today is a set of films from one of Japan’s greatest directors, Akira Kurosawa. In fact, it is his first five films as director. First was Sanshiro Sugata, released in 1943. After opening with some title cards explaining that 1800 feet of film have been lost to time, the movie commences. It follows Sanshiro, a young man who has come to the city to learn jujitsu. After finding a good judo teacher, he advances quickly, eventually finding himself in a match to the death with a rival from another school, someone who shares an attraction with the girl Sanshiro has set his eyes on. I found the film to be a bit ponderous, but it does have some highlights including the ultimate matches in the final 20 minutes of the film. A decent enough film about enlightenment and self discovery.

The Most Beautiful follows women factory workers who are under pressure to increase production during World War II. Made in 1944, it skirts the edge of propaganda but still creates a heart warming tale. The woman make lenses for rifles and whatnot, and when told the men will be increasing production 100%, they volunteer to go up 66% to do their part. However, they almost immediately begin to struggle to meat those lofty goals. Some get sick but continue to work, others are legitimately hurt and sent home, increasing the strain on the remaining girls. The underlying subtext throughout is love of country and the desire to do your part in the war. A nice, quiet film.

If The Most Beautiful was a step forward for Kurosawa, Sanshiro Sugata Part Two is a step back. A sequel to his first film, this one is really just over-the-top war propaganda, with the thinnest of plots, and really goes nowhere fast. Set two years after the first film and released in 1945, Sanshiro is an established judo expert and feared among his detractors. He holds on to his honor though, defending fellow Japanese citizens when they are targeted by Americans, and refusing to engage in American boxing matches for sport or money. When he is challenged to a duel by the brothers of his defeated rival from the first film, Sanshiro must decide if he will set aside his honor for personal glory or stay to the path his teacher has laid out for him. Unfortunately not a very good film, it just bounces around too much and nothing of import ever really develops.

The Men Who Tread on the Tiger’s Tail is a short film, less than an hour, and nearly entirely dialogue driven. It follows the deposed leader of a powerful shogun family in 12th century Japan, who is on the run from his power-hungry brother. Backed by only 6 loyal samurai, they are heading cross country to cross the border into safer lands. They are disguised as monks and are being guided by a single porter, who at first does not know their true identities, and who also provides the comic relief for the viewer. I thought it was OK, nothing special, but not a bad way to spend an hour. It has most been ignored, even by Kurosawa fans, but it isn’t terrible. There are some tense moments when the group needs to cross a check point at the border, but there really aren’t any surprises. The film was banned by Japan’s film governing body when it was finished, who disapproved of such a comic figure as the porter in a film depicting a famous incident in Japan’s history, thinking it made light of the event. Because they failed to recognize it, the occupying American forces thought it was an illegal production and banned it, but it was ultimately released years later, in 1952.

No Regrets for Our Youth was the first film Kurosawa made after the end of World War II, and in my eyes, his first great film, though it doesn’t get the attention of his later movies. A film about a trio of young people dealing with the effects of increasing fascism in Japan heading up to the war, the central figure is Yuki, the attractive daughter of a professor in Kyoto. Yuki has two suitors: Itokawa, a level headed young man and Noge, a far leftist who opposes the military buildup. Yuki seems unable to choose between the two before the government clamps down on socialist views, and when the film fast forwards five years, Itokawa has become a public prosecutor and Noge has spent four years in jail for his beliefs. Finally able to decide what she wants, Yuki goes to Tokyo to be with Noge, but it isn’t long until he is arrested again, and ultimately he dies in jail. Yuki goes to his surviving parents, who are poor rice farmers, to try to convince them that their son was a good man, putting the lessons Noge taught of hard work and eternal belief in a cause to good use. A powerful and emotional film, it clearly shows Kurosawa’s views of a country reeling from the effects of what was, in his mind, a terrible, ill-guided, and ill-fated war.

It Happened One Night, considered one of the greatest romantic comedies of all time, came out in 1934. Starring a young Clark Gable and the arresting Claudette Colbert, it is about a young rich girl, Ellie, who has recently eloped with a pilot only interested in her for her money. Ellen’s father wants the marriage annulled and is keeping her captive on his yacht, but she escapes and attempts to flee to her husband in New York. On the bus ride there, she crosses paths with a down-on-his-luck reporter named Peter. Peter sees an opportunity to write a story about Ellie’s road adventures to New York and agrees to get her there, but of course fate has the two fall in love along the way. Delightful and funny, this film has it all. One of the last pre-code films, it has some great lines that would disappear from Hollywood for a couple decades, such as, “Remember me? I’m the fellow you slept on last night,” as well as salacious scenes of Gable and Colbert undressing in the same room (albeit with a screen separating the unmarried couple). This film was the first (and one of only 3 to date) to sweep the “Big 5” Oscars: picture, director, screenplay, actress, and actor, Gable’s only best actor win despite his illustrious career.

My Man Godfrey is a comedy featuring an ensemble cast including William Powell as the eponymous Godfrey. He is homeless and living in the dump by the river when he is scooped up by a rich family and brought home to be their butler. Here, we see the rich socialites are bananas, and Godfrey is submitted to a crazy household where the characters act unbelievably crazy and no one calls them out on it due to their wealth. It isn’t long before the youngest daughter falls in love with him, and we learn that Godfrey is keeping a secret about his past. The film is laugh-out-loud funny and serves as a biting criticism on the gap between the wealth classes in 1936 (and today). The acting and dialogue are better than the film as a whole, but still very enjoyable.

“The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain.” Yes, that’s a famous line from the musical My Fair Lady, but it originates from the film Pygmalion, itself based on a play by George Bernard Shaw. Released in 1938, it stars Leslie Howard (a year before his famous turn as Ashley Wilkes in Gone With the Wind) as a speech instructor who takes a common girl (Wendy Hiller) under his wing, betting his friend that he can turn her into a lady in time to fool the dignitaries at an embassy ball in 6 months. Howard is perfect as the smart but uncaring gentlemen (he received his second Oscar nomination for the role) and Hiller (also nominated) is equal to him on screen; together they are fantastic. Extremely entertaining and funny movie. Howard also co-directed (along with the great Anthony Asquith) and the film was edited by future master director David Lean.

Young Mr Lincoln, directed by John Ford in 1939, stars Henry Fonda as honest Abe. Directed by one of the great directors about a great American portrayed by a great actor, I was ready for a tremendous film and was not let down. (Very) loosely based on a trial in Springfield, IL, two young men are accused of murder and Lincoln is their lawyer, arguing in their defense. Lincoln combines his “aw shucks” personality with a smart, almost manipulative guile to get what he wants through the trial and life. In the film, his political adversary, Stephen Douglas, hints that Lincoln keeps his cards close to his chest, and that most definitely seems true. Still, there is no outward showing of Abe being anything more than honest, forthcoming, and caring to his fellow man. The film is fantastic. Ford’s scenes play out powerfully with seemingly no movement or pause in speech not carefully considered, and Fonda’s portrayal of a man on a course with destiny is sublime. Fonda’s Lincoln oozes charisma and commands the room when he walks in, and it is easy to think this was much the way Lincoln moved and spoke.

Only Angels Have Wings is a fantastic old film directed by Howard Hawks. It is about a group of pilots working for a mail service in South America and the perils they face flying through the mountains in harsh conditions. Their leader is Jeff Carter (the dashing Cary Grant), who never asks his men to make flights when the conditions are at their worst, instead taking those risks himself. Bonnie (Jean Arthur) arrives and instantly is smitten by Jeff, but he can’t get attached to women due to a bad past relationship. The other pilots on the team are Jeff’s friends, including his best friend “Kid” Dabb (Thomas Mitchell, famous as Gerald O’Hara in Gone With the Wind and Uncle Billy in It’s a Wonderful Life). Kid is a great, but aging pilot who seems to like everyone except one man, a pilot who once bailed out of plane in harsh weather leaving his copilot to due, the copilot being Kid’s little brother. When that cowardly pilot shows up in Jeff’s team, with Jeff’s former girl on his arm no less (Rita Hayworth in her breakout role), everyone has to put their animosity aside to get the job done. A very emotional film that has it all: love, heartache, and triumph. The camera work of the little 2 seater planes flying through the mountains is harrowing today, much less in 1939 when the film came out.