I usually see newer movies, and Take Shelter isn’t a new film (2011), but I stumbled upon it accidentally, saw it had two fantastic actors (Michael Shannon and Jessica Chastain), was directed by Jeff Nichols (before he did Mud and Midnight Special), and dove in. Curtis is a construction worker in a rural community who suddenly one day starts suffering from debilitating fear about impending disasters. He and his wife Samantha are already struggling to make ends meet, with big bills for the special school and needs for their deaf daughter Hannah. First Curtis has progressively worse nightmares, which are vivid and violent, but when it becomes hallucinations while awake, of storms killing his family, strangers kidnapping Hannah, etc., he starts to act on his fears. Accepting his nightmares as premonitions, he borrows a bunch of money from the bank and starts expanding a storm shelter on his land into a secure bunker. This leads to all sorts of problems in his relationship with his wife and other friends and family. As Curtis goes further down the rabbit hole, these chasms grow even wider. Michael Shannon puts in a tour-de-force performance, in an engrossing picture examining mental illness (or is it?) and its affect on the family. ★★★½
The Half of It is a very nice, new take on the classic coming-of-age tale. Ellie is a very smart and talented girl in high school, but she’s shy and ridiculed as the class nerd. She also happens to be the best writer in school, so everyone pays her to write their papers, and she uses the money to help support her single father, who hates his job in the small town where they seem to be stuck. Ellie is approached by a dumb (but nice) jock, Paul, to help him write a love letter to Aster, the prettiest girl in school. The problem is, Ellie has a huge crush on Aster herself. Aster hangs with the cool crowd because of her looks, but she’s smart and artsy and more akin to Ellie. As Ellie and Paul grow closer, this little love triangle grows very complicated. Ellie tells us in the beginning this isn’t a love story, but it is a story about finding yourself. The film is definitely more painful than warming, but it leaves you with a sense that life will be OK in the end. ★★★½
Extraction, starring Chris Hemsworth in his classic manly role, is no sweeping, thought-provoking cinematic experience, but it doesn’t try to be. It is a straight forward action flick, and for what it is, it hits on all cylinders. Tyler Rake is a mercenary with a team that goes to the highest bidder. They’ve been hired to rescue a boy who’s been kidnapped. The boy is the son of a drug lord in India, but he’s been nabbed by a drug lord from Bangladesh. In the mission to get the boy and get them to the people with the most money, all hell breaks loose. There’s no deep plot here, no surprises, just lots of pure action, with Rake killing dozens, if not hundreds of “bad guys” on the way. If you are in the mood to see hand-to-hand fights, lots of explosions, and plenty of gratuitous gore, this film will satisfy. I went in knowing what to expect, and was happy with the outcome. ★★★½
Little Women received a ton of accolades last year, but I just don’t get all the praise. A new telling of the classic Alcott book, director Greta Gerwig brought together an all-star cast of women, including Saoirse Ronan, Emma Watson, Laura Dern, Meryl Streep, and Florence Pugh. The actors are charming, but the characters are a bit pretentious. A family of four girls living with their mother while their father is off with the Union army in the Civil War, they are raised to be sure of themselves, kind to the needy, and strong willed in a time when women were just supposed to get married and be an ornament. Jo wants to be a writer, Amy an artist, Meg an actor/playwright, and Beth a musician, and each pursues their goals in their own way, while remaining tightly connected to each other. The film is about these pursuits, as well as the relationships that come and go. Unfortunately it all comes off as too syrupy sweet, and as the film is told in flashbacks (and even a couple flash forwards), it feels choppy, and honestly this way of telling this classic story doesn’t do justice to the girls. Starting in the present and then going back, we don’t get to see them “become” the women they are over time, it just sort of happens. And (**SPOILER**) when Beth dies, because we didn’t get to know her so well earlier, her death has a much less affect on the watcher as it does on the reader in the book, and does Beth a severe disservice. And the film feels long. It is under 2 1/2 hours, but I’ve seen 3+ hour films that went by quicker. It isn’t bad, and the actors are great all around, but not deserving of the heaps of praise. I think sometimes we go too far to applaud a woman director when she makes a good film, because the industry is lacking in good female directors, and unfortunately that was the case here for me. ★★★
Pain and Glory is the latest from storied director Pedro Almodóvar, who I ashamedly admit I haven’t seen enough of (will rectify that before too long). It stars Antonio Banderas as Salvador Mallo, an aging, successful director who is at a bit of a crossroads. In 4 years he has lost his mother and had major back surgery which has left him in constant pain. On the 32nd anniversary of his breakout film, a local theater in Madrid is screening a restored version of the movie, bringing all kinds of emotion to Salvador. He reconnects to the star of that film, despite a falling out 30 years ago, and also begins to work through his thoughts and feelings regarding his mother. Interspersed throughout the picture are flashbacks to Salvador’s childhood, growing up in poverty. This is a film about healing, both for our main character and, I believe, for director Almodóvar. He’s on record for saying how personal the film was for him, and while it isn’t a true biography, it is also very evident that he is working things out for himself in this film. It’s a beautiful film, with a nuanced and touching performance by Banderas. ★★★★★
I thought it’d be nice to watch some film adaptations of some of these books I’ve been reading. Wise Blood, directed by famed actor and director John Huston and released in 1979, is based on a book by the great American writer Flannery O’Connor. I didn’t read this book, but I did read her famous book of short stories,
I did read
It’s been awhile, over 5 years and about 100 books ago, since I read
1984 sticks to
A Room With a View is based on
Followed up with another period drama, The French Lieutenant’s Woman, based on 
Before Milos Forman won a couple Oscars for One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest and Amadeus, he made a name for himself in the Czech New Wave in his native Czechoslovakia. On the surface, The Firemen’s Ball is a screwball comedy. A group of local firefighters is throwing a big retirement party for their outgoing chairman, and the whole troop is a bunch of bumbling idiots. The main sources of laughs come from people stealing prizes from the lottery table all night, and the lecherous old men ogling over very young women for the beauty contest to be held. But the comedy is only so light-hearted, once you realize Forman was making fun of the Communist party in control of Czechoslovakia. In fact, the film was banned in his home country for a long time. The Fireman’s Ball was his last film made there before coming to the USA. While away scanning locations for his next film in 1968, Prague was invaded by the Warsaw Pact of countries, including the USSR. He obviously did very well in America, but this was a great film and a lasting piece of that era.
I liked Jiri Menzel’s above film so much that I hunted down another. Unfortunately Capricious Summer doesn’t come close. Released two years after Closely Watched Trains, this film is about three middle-aged men, life-long friends, as they relax on a summer retreat. They debate life and poke fun at each other as all friends do, but their relaxing days are thrown into disarray when a traveling circus performer comes to town. The one married man of the trio sees his wife fall for the performer, while the three men all vie for the attention of his lovely young assistant. I chuckled a few times, but found myself bored for way too large of a portion of this picture.
Just as I loved and hated two films of Jiri Menzel’s, I loved and hated films by director Jaromil Jires. A few months ago I saw
Pearls of the Deep is an anthology film, made up of 5 short skits based on a book of short stories by Czech author Bohumil Hrabal. Each part of the film has a different director. Like most anthology movies, it is a bit uneven, but overall it is a nice picture. The Death of Mr Baltazar, directed by Jiri Menzel, shows a group at a motorcycle race, each person one-upping another with wild tales they’ve witnessed, before the eponymous Baltazar crashes in the race. The Imposters (director Jan Nemec) is about a pair of dying old men in a hospital, telling each other of their exploits in life, before we find out later from the coroner that the stories were all made up. The House of Joy (director Evald Schorm) follows a couple insurance salesman who get more than they bargained for when they try to sell man who sees himself as an important artist more than a goat pelt producer. The Restaurant of the World (director Vera Chytilova) takes place in a restaurant one night when a woman is found having committed suicide, while a wedding party celebrates outside. Finally, Jaromil Jires’s Romance is a fun romp, about a beautiful young gypsy girl who offers her body to a passing young man in exchange for some new clothes from the department store, but he gets more than anticipated when they quickly fall in love with each other. Parts of the film were good (some very good, particularly Jires’s finale), and as a whole there is a sense of railing against the establishment. Unfortunately for these directors in 1965, they would lose the ability to openly do that very soon.
Hour of the Wolf is a bit different from other Ingmar Bergman films. It’s very much a horror picture, and it shows Bergman using different themes than he’s traditionally known for. Johan Borg (Max von Sydow) is an artist of local fame, and he’s brought his younger wife Alma (Liv Ullmann) to a tiny island where he has a summer home. They aren’t there for long before Johan starts becoming distant and surly; he stops sleeping and starts talking about being haunted by demons on the island, people he names as the Birdman, the Meat Eaters, and a lady who removes her face when she takes off her hat. Shortly after Johan starts acting this way, Alma is visiting by an older woman who tells Alma where Johan keeps his diary. Trying to help him, Alma reads through it, and finds out that Johan was once involved in a scandalous affair on the island, before their marriage, to a married woman named Veronica. Johan also admits to Alma that he killed a young boy on the island once, a story that repulses Alma. A local baron invites the couple to his castle for dinner, at which Johan’s past is brought up, and allusions are made that Veronica is still around. Before the conclusion, Veronica’s ghastly visage does indeed show up, and the demons are unmasked. It’s a very different feel from what I’m used to from this director, but it is good nonetheless. Bergman’s longtime cinematographer Sven Nykvist (look up his impressive list of films!) creates a gloriously dark miasma which permeates through each successive scene, getting bleaker and bleaker until a stunning conclusion.
Released the same year, von Sydow and Ullman return together in Bergman’s Shame, another film very different from his usual fare. It is the most political film he ever made, and also very antiwar, as a look at the legacy of World War II and probably eyeing the ongoing Vietnam conflict as well. Jan and Eva are a married couple, violinists in a local symphony before a Civil War broke out recently, but they’ve stayed on their farm and away from the conflict. Eva is a strong willed woman and the defacto head of the house, while Jan is submissive and prefers to avoid conflict. They can’t forever though, and war finally comes to them. Nearly sent to a labor camp, they are saved at the last second by a local politician and supposed friend, Jacobi (another Bergman stalwart, Gunnar Bjornstrand), who became a conspirator for the (so far) winning side of the war. I didn’t enjoy this first hour of the film, to this point; it is almost an action film, which seems neither Bergman’s nor von Sydow’s forte, but the second act found them both in their element. Things have settled down a bit, but Jacobi has used his power over the couple to his advantage. Showering them with gifts (food and supplies, in a time when such things are hard to come by), he’s seduced Eva into granting sexual favors in exchange. The mousy Jan is unable to stop it, but when the political tides turn against Jacobi, Jan is finally able to grow a backbone. The problem is, will Eva like the man he becomes? There are some stunning moments in the second half, some heartfelt and heartbreaking dialogue and emotional peaks and valleys that only Bergman could produce. Sit through the first half, because the payoff is fantastic. The second half is 4+ stars, but I’m docking it just a bit for the first half.
Having just finished The Passion of Anna, I’m just going to freewrite a bit on my thoughts about it. I went into this one blind, and probably should have read at least a synopsis to know what I was getting into. Without it, I didn’t know what to think for quite awhile. It starts with an almost New Wave-y feel, with a voice narration describing events to the viewer, and the film is interspersed with interviews with the four main actors, breaking the fourth wall and discussing their individual views on what makes their character tick. Ultimately, I think the film deals with one of Bergman’s favorite subjects: loneliness, and its entwinement with humanity. Andreas is a man who has cut himself off from others, figuratively and literally, but he seems to give in to others’ needs when they require companionship. This flaw (if it is one, it seems to be for Andreas) leads him to two love affairs, first with the married Eva, and later with the widowed Anna. Each of these two women have their own issues, as does Eva’s husband Elis. The film closely examines each of these four people. There are a whole lot of movies out there where characters are one dimensional, but certainly not here. These four are complex, flawed human beings, not always aware of want they want in this world, only that they don’t have it yet. Bergman’s monologues in this film are truly exceptional, and will have you thinking about the greater world around you, and your place in it. It’s an exceptional picture, probably one of Bergman’s lesser known gems, and one I’ll need to revisit one day now that I know what to look for.
Like many high profile directors, Ingmar Bergman was a bit of a narcissist; he loved glowing praise but was condescending to unfavorable critics. For a time he led the Swedish Royal Dramatic Theatre, and when one of his productions was not warmly received, he made The Rite. It’s basically a filmed stage play, featuring a cast of just four. A traveling threater trio is brought in on charges of indecency in their latest act, and they are being investigated by a local judge, who interviews them. A short film at just 75 minutes, it is basically satire with Bergman making fun of the sensor process, pointing out perceived hypocrisy in how content can be accepted in one situation and derided in another. He also has the judge do some terrible deeds himself, which are not persecuted. I’m sure Bergman had a big laugh at it all, but it doesn’t make for a great film. Just sort of felt like showing off what he could get away with, while thumbing his nose at his detractors.
The Touch is the first truly bad film I’ve seen of this director, and at this point, I’ve seen quite a few. At least with the above The Rite, I get where it’s coming from and, while I didn’t enjoy, it at least has some artistic merit and I can see how some would get into it. I don’t see anything in The Touch. Bergman’s first film in English, and with a bonafide American star (Elliott Gould, just a year removed from MASH and two from his first Oscar nom), it is the least “Bergman” Bergman film he probably ever did. Bibi Anderson plays Karin, a woman torn between two men. Her husband Andreas (Max von Sydow) isn’t the warmest partner around, and he is absent due to work, but he obviously loves her. Karin wants something more though, and ends up in the arms of displaced American David (Gould). As the common phrase goes, I don’t know what she sees in him. David is childish, and prone to angry outbursts when he doesn’t get his way, i.e., if Karin doesn’t drop everything and come to his apartment when he calls. Their love affair is just poorly done too; it’s the worst kind of melodrama where the couple says and does things that don’t even make sense from an adult relationship point of view. Since the above films had great second acts, I stuck around until the end waiting for a big “ah-ha” moment. I’ll save you the viewing: it doesn’t come.
Trolls World Tour is a sequel to the
Little Joe is sort of a modern version of Little Shop of Horrors, unfortunately minus the entertainment. However, it’s not entirely bad. Alice is head scientist researching new plants. Specifically, she’s been trying to breed a plant with a pleasant, endorphin-raising scent which will make people happy. She thinks she’s found just the right blend with “Little Joe,” named after her son. Little Joe requires more care than any other plant, living only in the right environment and needing constant watering and care, but it does indeed some to make people pleasant. Unfortunately it seems to be doing more than that too. Made without the ability to pollinate (so as to not interfere with other indigenous flora), Little Joe starts using its spores to make people take care of it, and since doing so makes them happy, they are more than willing to comply. Anyone who seems to raise fears about what is going on is eventually brought into Little Joe’s posse, until only Alice is left fighting it. I feel the soundtrack really helps this film; it is disjointed and jarring in a way that would fit in a classic horror flick, and manages to ratchet up the tension here, even though we are only talking about a plant. But if you take that soundtrack away, the film is a bit of a bore. Does have solid performances from its co-leads, Emily Beecham and Ben Whishaw.
I finally had a chance to see Parasite, the film that took all of the awards world-over last season. Like many film-goers, I was introduced to director Bong Joon-ho by
Sword of Trust is a cute comedy-drama about an adult couple, Cynthia and Mary. They are going through the effects of Cynthia’s recently dead grandfather when they find an old Civil War era sword, with paperwork claiming the sword was surrendered by Union General Sheridan in defeat to the grandfather at the Battle of Chicabauga, and in so doing, the grandfather is claiming the North actually lost to the South. The two women don’t believe it, but they understand it might have value, so they take it to the local pawn shop, run by Mel. Mel scoffs at the story, but later finds online come conspiracy theorists who are hunting for proof that the South won the war, and are offering big money too. Mel brings Cynthia and Mary back in, and the group go on a bizarre adventure to sell the sword to some crazies. Much of the dialogue is obviously improvised, and the film has a very mumblecore-like feel to it, albeit with people closer to their 40’s instead of 20s. I’m not a big fan of the mumblecore subgenre (with a few notable standout exceptions), but this film isn’t bad. It’s quirky and funny, and has enough going on that I could look past some of its faults. It’s a short, sub-90 minute excursion too, so easy to squeeze it in if you want some light comedy.
Tigertail is a really lovely film on Netflix, but it left me wanting more. It tells the tale of the full life of Pin-Jui. Born in Taiwan, his father died young and was then raised by his strong-willed single mother, who worked in a factory. His life-long love is a girl named Yuan, who he first met as a child living with his grandmother away from the city for a time, but who fate brought back to him as a young man years later. However, Pin-Jui has dreams of moving to America, and as a poor young person, the only way he sees to get there is by marrying the daughter of his mother’s factory boss, who will then fund their move to New York. Pin-Jui takes the chance with nary a goodbye to Yuan, but spends the rest of his life regretting that decision. His marriage to Zhenzhen is cold, and after their children grow and leave the house, she leaves him. Pin-Jui then needs to finally connect to someone again, after years of being closed off, and the person he needs to connect to is his estranged daughter. The film is told in 3 separate time lines, often moving back and forth between the younger Pin-Jui and him as an old man. It is a reflective, moving, contemplative picture, but it felt too short at 90 minutes long. I would love to see like a 2 ½ hour long director’s cut in the future, if one exists. The movie has some wonderful moments, and excellent cinematography, but it feels like a lot was left on the cutting room floor. I would have liked to see more of Pin-Jui’s growth, what made him into the man he became. It is hinted at, but for a touching film like this, I wanted more. Still, it’s a beautiful picture.
Starting off with a great film. Portrait of a Lady on Fire is a French period film taking place in the late 18th century, with two all-star performances by Noemie Merlant and Adele Haenel. Excellent artist and painter Marianne arrives to an isolated estate to paint a portrait of Heloise, a portrait which will be gifted to Heloise’s husband-to-be. The rub is that Heloise doesn’t want to get married; it was her sister who was to be married, but she killed herself, letting the responsibility fall to Heloise to marry for the family. Consequently, Heloise refuses to pose for the portrait, so her mother has hired Marianne to pretend to be Heloise’s companion, to study her, and then to paint from memory at night. After a week, the portrait is finished, but Marianne isn’t happy with it. She comes clean to Heloise and destroys the painting, and promises the mother to start fresh. Heloise agrees to model this time. The mother leaves to attend to other business, and the two women spend a week together, with increasing emotions for each other. The simmering sexual tension between the two women in the first half is a wonderful slow burn, as they begin to read each other, and then finally, connect on a deep, intense, emotional couple days. Richly filmed, sparse but warm, the film pulls you in and doesn’t let you go until the very end. It’s odd how a film where all of the action is in the raise of an eye, the tilt of a head, the lingering touch, and yet it is as gripping as the most explosive action flick.
The Decline, a French Canadian film produced by Netflix, follows a man named Antoine, who is convinced the world is going to hell in a handbasket. Between global warming, global powers, failing economies, and mass migrations, he is sure that it is only a matter of time before the only people surviving will be the survivalists. Though inexperienced, he’s been watching videos online of a survivalist named Alain, who teaches how to preserve food, build bunkers, etc. Antoine and a half dozen other like-minded people sign up for Alain’s “class” at his remote, self-sufficient getaway. There, they learn how to grow everything they need, live off the land, and defend it from invaders, including how to make bombs and booby traps. An accident one evening though separates the hard-cores from those not willing to do everything for this lifestyle, and the film becomes a suspense between the hunters and their prey. Nothing groundbreaking here, but it is a better-than-average action thriller, with a couple twists you won’t see coming, and passable performances from mostly unknown actors.
I thought I would really dig Leviathan, a 2014 Russian film from director Andrey Zvyagintsev. Reviews I read made it sound like the kind of slow-moving, heavy-thinking film that I often enjoy (re:
Danish film The Hunt stars Mads Mikkelsen, whom you may recognize from his roles as bad guys in films such as Bond’s Casino Royale or Marvel’s Doctor Strange, but he has a lot of versatility too (I LOVED him in
Sometimes I watch a movie that the critics loved, and I can only scratch my head and wonder what people see in it. Timbuktu is hardly a movie; it is more a glimpse into the way of life in a harsh village in Africa which has been overrun by extremist Islamists. The new rulers have imposed strict religious rule about what people can wear, how they can act in public, etc. There seemed to be a very loose plot about a shepherd’s family living just outside the city, who runs afoul of a local fisherman when one of their cows stumbles into his nets in the river, but honestly I didn’t stick around long enough to see what developed there. The “film” really is mostly just scenes of jihadists walking through the city harassing its inhabitants and arresting women for not wearing gloves, young men for playing soccer, and other such things. On the news we see all the evil over there, and it is easy to forget the average people like you and me are just trying to go about their lives, but if you want to turn that into a movie, at least give me a plot to get behind. If there’s a good plot in this one, it didn’t start before the 45 minute mark when I peaced out.
Somehow Pixar always hits it out of the park. Their latest is Onward, which has a different setting and thus may appeal to a smaller audience, but everyone should see it anyway. This one takes place in a world filled with mythical creatures (elves, sprites, centaurs, etc), but without magic. In a modern-day setting full of technology, all magic has disappeared, until teenager Ian Lightfoot is bequeathed a magic staff and directions to enact a spell which will bring his father back for one day. Ian’s and his brother Barley’s father died when they were kids (the older Barley has just a couple memories of him, Ian has none). Unfortunately the uninitiated Ian screws up the spell on the first attempt, and only brings back “half” of dad, namely, from the waist down. Ian and Barley thus go on a quest to find another magic gem to bring back the rest, before their 24 hours is up. Lots of laughs, but as you’d expect from Pixar, an equal number of tears, it is a wonderful, loving, heartfelt picture (featuring their tremendous animation as always) about family, love, and moving on. One for all ages, I adored it.
Waves is great too. From director Trey Edward Shults (whose last film
When I initially saw Zombieland awhile back, I thought it was good but not spectacular, and didn’t see what all the rave reviews were about. So I went into the new sequel, Zombieland: Double Tap, a bit skeptical. Maybe I need to go back and rewatch the first, because I thoroughly enjoyed this one. It brings back the quartet of stars for some new post-apocalyptic good times: Tallahassee (Woody Harelson), Columbus (Jesse Eisenberg), Wichita (Emma Stone), and Little Rock (Abigail Breslin). They’ve moved into the White House, but the group becomes splintered when Little Rock leaves to find people her own age, and Wichita freaks out when Columbus proposes to her. When Wichita returns, she finds Columbus already in bed with a new girl, a dumb blonde named Madison (a hilarious Zoey Deutch). The new group heads out to find Little Rock, and have to fight newer, smarter, less easy-to-kill zombies along the way. I’m more of a drama film lover myself, rarely do I re-watch comedies, but this is one that I’d see again and again. The original Zombieland propelled Eisenberg and Stone into superstardom, and now that they are established, I feel like they shine more than they did in the first. Thoroughly enjoying film. I’m on a roll with the good ones today!
Queen & Slim has a startling premise, but I just couldn’t get into this one. It stars
Uncut Gems is the latest from the Safdie brothers (
Blow the Man Down is very original-feeling film from a pair of new director-writers, Bridget Savage Cole and Danielle Krudy. Taking place in the tiny fishing village of Easter Cove, Maine, it has a cast of characters as varied and quirky as the plot. Sisters Priscilla and Mary Beth are mourning the death of their mother. Mary Beth goes out that night to get drunk, and ends up in the car of a local hoodlum, Gorski. After wrecking the car, she opens Gorski’s trunk and sees blood. She freaks out and runs, and when Gorski chases her down, she kills him. Mary Beth runs home to Priscilla, and the two try to cover up the murder by dismembering Gorski and throwing him in the ocean. Of course it doesn’t end there, and the next day a body washes up on shore. To the sisters’ surprise, it isn’t Gorksi, but is instead a girl from the local brothel, dead of a gunshot. The seedy underworld of this tiny part of the world comes out, and all are involved, even the town’s little old ladies. Morgan Saylor and Sophie Lowe received top billing, but really it features an ensemble cast, with quite a few recognizable faces from both the small and big screens, though no bonafide “stars.” And for once, I really liked Morgan Saylor. She was the snot-nosed brat in Homeland as a kid, and I didn’t care for her much in
I’ve been wanting to see Harriet, a biopic based on the life of real hero Harriet Tubman, from as soon as I’d heard of it. I’m a nut for historical films. Portrayed by Tony and Grammy award winner Cynthia Erivo, it shows Harriet’s life as a slave, through her career rescuing others to freedom. Born Araminta “Minty” Ross, Tubman made the brave journey north by herself the first time, then made many more trips to Maryland and surrounding lands to rescue family, friends, and others. When new laws allowed hunters of fugitive slaves to go north and bring their “property” back south, Harriet continued to work to bring people all the way to Canada. Unfortunately a whole lot of the film feels forced. Don’t get me wrong, there are some good moments, but in an effort to make the good guys “good” and the bad guys “bad,” the majority of characters come off as caricatures rather than fleshed out people, and the soundtrack does nothing more than force emotion. I don’t like feeling like I’m being told what to feel, I prefer filmmakers let those emotions come naturally without being hit over the head with them. They also relied a little too heavily on Tubman’s intuition to get the out of tricky situations, so much so that when things got bad, I waited for the slow pan of her face as she took on a deep contemplative look, while she awaited divine intervention.
The Lighthouse on the other hand, is incredible, and lives up to all the hype. This one features two indelible actors (Willem Dafoe and Robert Pattinson) who seem perfectly matched to their roles. Wake is an aging lighthouse keeper, who has hired the younger Winslow as a helper for their four week stay on the isolated lighthouse island. While alone there, Winslow or Wake (or both) start slipping. We learn Wake’s previous assistant went crazy on the island, and Winslow isn’t exactly who he claims to be. As Winslow starts hallucinating, and the pair start drinking more and more heavily (especially after they run out of food), things get weird and scary in equal measure. Shot in black and white, and an aspect ratio of just 1.19:1, it has the look and feel of an old-school horror picture, but it is twisted in a way that would never get made 60 or 70 years ago. It also, surprisingly, has a lot of humor, and though the idea of a horror/comedy might sound strange, it works. Young director Robert Eggers has really made a unique picture here. It isn’t going to be for everyone, but film lovers will eat this one up.
Gemini Man could be an amazing film, with strong actors (Will Smith and Clive Owen, backed up by a solid Mary Elizabeth Winstead), often mind-blowingly good fight scenes, and (usually) amazing tech, but unfortunately the movie suffers from a poor story and shoddy writing. It’s an odd miss from historically good director Ang Lee. The film follows Henry (Smith), an aging assassin working for a secret government agency, and probably the best assassin they’ve ever had. However, he thinks he’s finally losing a step, and is ready to retire. Unfortunately they won’t let him go quietly, and when he asks the wrong question, he becomes a target himself. The government group, headed by Owen’s character, sends a new hotshot assassin, Junior, after Henry. The big twist is Junior is a young version of Henry, and is actually a clone, though Junior himself doesn’t know it. The car chases and hand-to-hand fights between these two are really impressive, and the CGI making Will Smith look young is mostly incredible, though there are moments where the facial expressions look false. However, the great moments can’t hide all the warts in the film, and it comes off as a poor man’s Mission Impossible, albeit if the poor man still had a huge budget for everything except the writing department. I’ll give it a couple stars just for the action sequences.
Uncorked is about a young man named Elijah, who works at his family BBQ business in Memphis, a business started by his grandfather, and which will fall to him one day. However, his love isn’t in BBQ, but in wine. He holds a second job at a local wine seller, and has dreams of becoming a master sommelier (basically a wine professional, who would work at a fancy restaurant suggesting the right wines to patrons). The school that classifies sommeliers is very expensive though, and Elijah doesn’t have his dad’s support, who wants Elijah to carry on the family business. Elijah is backed by his mom, but when she grows sick, she is unable to continue to be the bridge between Elijah and his dad, forcing them to come to terms with each other. It’s a decent enough film; there isn’t anything groundbreaking here, but what it has, it does well. There’s a comedic character who provides most of the laughs, and for myself, he grated on me too much and I could have done without his character, but that’s a minor quibble. In the end, the film is about the love of a father and son, and the sacrifices both are willing to make for each other.
Going to look at some of controversial director Roman Polanski’s films. In my mind, probably a piece of shit as a human being, but he can make some fine films. Up first is Chinatown, considered one of the 2 or 3 best films he ever made. Its a neo-noir featuring a younger Jack Nicholson as Gittes, a private investigator and a good one. After Mrs Mulwray hires him to follow her husband, Gittes becomes embroiled in a mystery when the husband turns up dead, and the real Mrs Mulwray shows up to sue Gittes for his involvement. The mystery goes deeper than just a shadowy death, involving big money and government contracts, and Gittes can’t help himself but to keep pulling at strings to see where they lead. Excellent writing and superb acting with Nicholson and Faye Dunaway in the leads, the film is a fantastic look at the time and collective mind of 1974, when the USA was growing increasingly cynical, what with the failing of the government, our involvement in Vietnam, and a bleaker outlook on life in general. I loved it.
Knife in the Water was Polanski’s first feature film, released in 1962, in his native Poland. It follows a simple premise, but the director is able to do something with it. Andrzej is a middle-aged man with a much younger wife, Krystyna. They are on the way to their sailboat for a weekend on the lake when they pick up a hitchhiker, a young man who never gives his name. What follows is a tense weekend full of pissing contests between the two men, who vie for the attention of Krystyna. Andrzej uses his knowledge of boating to ridicule the younger man. Though inexperienced, the man has a youthful exuberance for life that is infectious to Krystyna. Overall I thought the film was very average. I appreciated some moments, creating psychological tension with very little to work with, but I just wasn’t enthralled. Solid, but unremarkable.
Next up is Macbeth, obviously based on the famous Shakespeare play. I’m ashamed to admit I was unfamiliar with this one. Outside of its reputation as one of the top 3 of his plays, which is saying something of course, I honestly knew nothing about it. Maybe for that reason, going into it blind, I absolutely loved this film. How did I stay away from this story for so long?! The eponymous Macbeth is a Scottish lord and a legendary fighter. After (purportedly) fighting back a horde of enemies single-handedly, Macbeth and his longtime friend Banquo are returning home when they come across a trio of witches. The witches prophesies that Macbeth will become king, and it isn’t long until he is given that opportunity. King Duncan visits Macbeth’s house to celebrate his recent victory, and during the night Macbeth and his wife murder the king and pin it in some of the king’s entourage. The popular Macbeth is indeed named the new king, but almost immediately, he becomes paranoid that others want to take his power for their own. He has Banquo and other former friends and colleagues of his killed, and eventually he is surrounded by thieves and murderers, alone on the throne with no true friends. Things do not end well for old Macbeth. Grisly and sometimes disturbing, Polanski’s telling feels very real and modern (though it came out in 1971 and seems to use the text to the original play faithfully). It is easy to follow, lyrical to listen to, and entirely mesmerizing. A brilliant film.
Overall, I generally enjoyed Tess (based on Thomas Hardy’s classic work Tess of the d’Urbervilles). I have to say I liked it more a couple days later than I did immediately after viewing. It does offer for a lot of reflection. Tess is a beautiful young woman from a very poor family, but her parents have hopes that she can raise herself and them up from their situation. Tess’s dad has recently learned that his family name Durbeyfield is actually a crude version of an old aristocrat family, the d’Ubervilles. He sends Tess off to the surviving members of that ancient family in hopes that she can make an impression, but it turns out that the current d’Ubervilles are nothing more than a rich family who bought the name for its prestige, and aren’t d’Ubervilles at all. Tess’s situation doesn’t get any better, in fact, the whole film is basically one wrong turn after another for our heroine. She is pursued by a man she loathes, and is in love with a man who won’t have her. From the opening scenes, the viewer is struck by absolutely gorgeous cinematography, but what I can’t stop thinking about, is the care Polanski took to making this film. There are movies where directors make things happen, and others where the director lets things happen naturally. Tess goes at a leisurely pace (at nearly 3 hours long), but it never feels slow. And after Tess’s trials throughout, the ending seems very fitting.
Cul-de-sac was the first dud that I’d seen of Polanski’s. It was his third film, after the above mentioned Knife in the Water and
Not quite sure what to make of The Death of Dick Long. The filmmakers themselves didn’t know if it should be a comedy or a dark drama, and so it sort of fails at being both. The eponymous Dick and his two buddies Zeke and Earl are a trio of redneck friends in a garage band. After a night of drinking, drugs, and debauchery, we see Zeke and Earl dumping their buddy, who is bleeding profusely, in front of the hospital and then making a run for it. Dick does (obviously) end up dying, but the answer to what brought them to that point isn’t immediately clear. The two surviving friends do a really lousy job of covering their tracks, even to the point that the inept local police officers are still able to put two and two together (finally). The funny moments aren’t funny enough, and the dramatic moments aren’t believable enough, for this film to ever get anywhere worth really enjoying. I rather liked director Daniel Scheinert’s previous film, Swiss Army Man, and this one has a bit of that same zany, off-beat comedy, but it’s just not very good.
I expected to not enjoy Jay and Silent Bob Reboot. Don’t get me wrong, growing up in the 90’s I loved Clerks, Mallrats, Chasing Amy, and Dogma as much as anyone, but watching those films now, the humor doesn’t really hold up. But you know, the newest film isn’t half bad, if you are a fan that is. Watching it was like slipping on an old hat; worn, tired, but comfortable. Even the actors themselves joke that this movie is a reboot of Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back from nearly 20 years ago. The marijuana-loving duo are headed to California to stop a reboot of that film from 2001 being made again, and have adventures along the way, with all of Kevin Smith’s cast of regulars back for more shenanigans. The film is chuck full of familiar and new faces, all poking fun at themselves and the filmmakers, and the viewer really feels like they are in on the jokes too. Some of the best jokes are saved for some of Kevin’s failed movies, so it’s nice that he can be as self deprecating as he is. If you aren’t a Kevin Smith fan, you’ll hate this movie, but if you are, give it a chance, because you’ll probably laugh more than you’ll expect to. It’s no great “cinema,” but it doesn’t try to be, and sometimes that’s ok.
I also enjoyed Terminator: Dark Fate a whole heck of a lot more than anticipated. Heralded as the return of director James Cameron, who did the first two films so many years ago, this one is a direct sequel to Terminator 2, and ignores the 3 movies that came after that one. Maybe those films lowered my expectations, but this one was great. After a short intro that shows a Terminator was indeed able to kill John Connor shortly after the events of T2, we fast forward to present day and the arrival of two newcomers to our time from the future. One is the newest killing machine, Rev-9 (Gabriel Luna), and the other is a cybernetically enhanced human named Grace (Mackenzie Davis in a badass role). Even though Sarah and John Connor halted the start of Skynet, the inevitable happened and robots (AI) still started a war with humans. In the new future, with John Connor dead, the new hero is the unborn child of a woman named Dani, so Rev-9, with some seriously cool new tricks, has been sent back to kill her and Grace has been sent back to protect. Sarah Connor (Linda Hamilton, reprising her role) also shows up to do her part. The film sounds like a reboot of its own, but it isn’t. It has a similar premise but feels fresh, and it is a wild ride from the get-go.
Big Time Adolescence is much better than anticipated too. It co-stars two guys who we’ve seen before, but I believe this may be their first leading roles. Mo (Griffin Gluck) is a 16-year-old boy who seems to have a good head on his shoulders, except for the fact he hangs out with much older guys, who aren’t exactly role models. The main one of this group is Zeke (SNL’s Pete Davidson), a stoner ex-boyfriend of Mo’s sister. Zeke is in his early 20’s and is just floating through life. Mo’s parents urge him to hang out with people his own age, but Mo really looks up to Zeke, and that influence begins to show. First Zeke starts getting alcohol and drugs for a few people in school, but eventually builds to being the dealer for the entire school. Zeke’s relationship advice doesn’t exactly pan out well for Mo either. I love me a good coming-of-age film, and this one mostly hits in all the right places, even if it is a bit predictable as most in this genre are. Gluck is really good as Mo, a young man who, like most 16 year olds, just wants to be accepted, and Davidson is passable as Zeke. Davidson has the kind of personality that makes him feel endearing to viewers, which helps in a role like this, even if his acting chops aren’t quite there yet. The comparisons to Adam Sandler are inevitable, and like in Sandler’s early films, Davidson’s charisma creates entertainment, allowing the viewer to look past some shortcomings. Sandler was able to grow and show some more nuanced performances later on, and we’ll see if Davidson can do the same. Still, I liked the movie.
Motherless Brooklyn is an old-school film noir with a sterling cast who seem perfect for their roles. It has the right music and feel and even the deadpan voiceover narration; except for some curse words, if it were in black and white, it could have come out in the 50’s and you’d never know it. It is about a private investigator, Lionel, who has tourette’s (unnamed for this era, but that’s what it is), but his ticks are forgiven by his office’s head, Frank, because Lionel can remember anything and everything he sees and hears. What he hears one day is a contentious discussion between Frank and some unknown visitors, and it leads to Frank being shot and killed. Lionel immerses himself in finding the culprits, but the rabbit hole takes him to corrupt politicians, seedy Harlem jazz nightclubs, and a fight over redevelopment of lower-middle-class housing which the city wants to clear out for new highways. It is a very good film, maybe not great but close, with some remarkable acting jobs by Edward Norton in the lead, as well as Bruce Willis, Alec Baldwin, Willem Dafoe, Gugu Mbatha-Raw, Cherry Jones, and Michael K Williams, as well as a host of other recognizable faces. The good moments are really good, spellbinding in fact, but there are slow stretches which, while important to the mystery Lionel is trying to unravel, do seem to drag.