So, there's this guy I see at the Kendall Square 'plex every few weeks, often winding up in the same theater I do because if you go to the movies often enough, you'll be seeing a lot of movies opening weekend, and so your paths will cross with the other frequent cinemagoers. We've had the same conversation a few times, involving him asking me if I see a lot of movies and how they play a lot of good movies here. It's a short conversation, because I'm not really a gregarious guy. Anyway, this time he wound up seated two seats away from me, with a big bag full of lunch, and he actually got a flashlight out while the movie was running to rummage around in it and brush his crumbs off and such. Poor form, guy, way worse than the seniors on my other side who had to fill every moment between previews (and a few quiet moments in the film) with talk.
Anyway, he buttonholed me afterward (he had a big old cane and needed someone to find the Diet Coke he dropped midway through the movie) and started asking questions. Not necessarily bad questions, although he didn't get to the ones that were really worth discussing. Since they tend to involve the end of the movie, I'm going to talk about them after the review.
Anyway, it's sort of a weird thing - as much as I go to the movies in the theater in large part to experience it with a crowd of strangers, I don't necessarily want to talk to them, and I'm sorry if I came across as brusque or rude to this guy. But, still - he had a flashlight!
Now, here's hoping that I don't wake up tomorrow and find a note from the EFC contributor who lives in Northern Ireland saying I don't know what the heck I'm talking about!
Shadow Dancer
* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 15 June 2013 in Landmark Kendall Square #4 (first-run, DCP)
There's a twenty-year jump early in Shadow Dancer, from 1973 to 1993, and another twenty years between then and the present day, and there's something appealing about that sort of symmetry, especially with the reminders in the background that this was sort of a turning point in the area's history. What's left of the Provisional Irish Republican Army is pretty quiet these days (at least, not in America), and it makes me wonder if the events of this nifty little spy story feel closer to the past or the present.
What happened in 1973 certainly had an impact on Collette McVeigh; when we see her in 1993 (Andrea Riseborough), she's taking a trip to London, eventually dropping a satchel in the middle of the Underground. The cops are on to her, though, and she's offered a deal: Spy on the IRA cell that includes her brothers Gerry (Aidan Gillen) and Connor (Domhall Gleeson), and she an go back to living quietly with her mother (Brid Brennan) and son (Cathal Maguire). She reluctantly agrees, but she's attracted the attention of IRA ratcatcher Kevin Mulville (David Wilmot); meanwhile, her handler Mac (Clive Owen) discovers that his supervisor (Gillian Anderson) has not briefed him on the entire operation.
Shadow Dancer is a fairly short movie, but it's just big enough to have multiple angles, shifting its focus from chess match to questions of personal loyalty for both Collette and Mac and back again so that even though the two are intertwined, the audience can focus on one or the other in a given moment. It's a delicate balancing act, especially once the director James Marsh and writer Tom Bradby (who penned both the screenplay and the novel it was based upon) pull away from the walls tightening on Collette and move on to dropping some revelations and reversals on the audience. It's the sort of twisting that can leave some in the audience confused as the movie ends, but is still quite satisfying, especially as the actions of relatively minor characters seem more important in hindsight.
Full review on EFC
SPOILERS!
The movie does merit a little discussion of the details that may not be clear. I kind of think the questions this guy wanted answers to were more or less irrelevant, but there's something underneath that bugs me.
First question: Who actually killed Collette's brother in 1973, which arguably set her on the Republican path? My answer was "it doesn't matter", and it really doesn't - Collette thought it was the Brits, Mac showed her evidence that it was IRA friendly-fire to try and turn her, but who cares? Each fact did its job of motivating Collette, and while I don't know that MI-5 could have faked the evidence convincingly in 1993, it almost doesn't matter: In 1973, who actually fired the shot that killed Sean wasn't as important as the fat that a fight for which she blamed the British took him, and in 1993, the fact that Mac used it was crass.
Second question: Why did the PIRA kill Mac with the car bomb? Well, I don't figure they need any reason beyond him being MI-5, and when the PIRA knew where one of those guys was going to be, he got a bomb in his car. I suppose, technically, they might have been covering up some loose ends - he was the only one who could figure out that Collette was a double agent, thus leaving her out of danger - but it might just have been a crime of opportunity. Or, alternately, Collette feeding the PIRA where and when a British spy would be could be her price for not ending up with a bullet in the head like her mother.
I don't think the latter is the case - these guys don't seem like the types to consider her books balanced against Brendan's death just because she gave up one Brit. But if it's not, that means she was a double agent all along. I'm pretty sure that's what the idea of the film was, and in fact, they pretty much lay the possibility out right in the beginning with Mac describing how she might have deliberately not set the bomb's timer (or subconsciously not done so). Of course, he's just arrogant enough to think that's because she doesn't have it in her to be a killer or that she (like her mother presumably does) sees this as a way to hasten the end of the conflict, when, instead, she's trying to gain his trust in the hopes of shaking the real traitor loose.
And... I don't know if that makes a whole lot of sense. On the one hand, it seems like something of a high-risk move on the IRA's part; if it doesn't work, then Collette's in jail and for what? If she gets someone like Kate as her handler who can't be easily manipulated, they're similarly out of luck (although maybe they can eventually use Collette to send false information, so it's not a total loss). Plus, if you figure that this is ultimately Kevin Mulville's plan, he certainly seems to go through a lot of theater to pretend that he really thinks Collette is a traitor. Then again, I don't know if he ever does so when it's just the two of them.
It works, I guess, but I suppose I'd have to give it a second viewing to see if it really fits together, or whether important bits are just being played out for the cinema audience. That's always a tricky thing with stories that rely on this sort of misdirection, and while I think it's more likely than not everything holds together, that's more a 60% level of certainty than a 90% one.
!SRELIOPS
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Sunday, June 16, 2013
The QT Chronicles: Jackie Brown, Foxy Brown, Kill Bill, Lady Snowblood, Death Proof
Ah, I was hoping to have this done an hour earlier so that it could still technically be a tenth-anniversary post for the blog. Not that I want anybody to go back and read entries from its initial incarnation as "... is to write", but ten years... You've got to say something, right, even if it's wondering what you've been doing with all this time.
For the last two weeks, the Brattle's "QT Chronicles" series has been a big chunk of it. I didn't get to the whole thing; Django Unchained is still pretty fresh, as are Reservoir Dogs and The Killing. I wanted to do both Kill Bill double features, but knew that More Than Honey was going to knock out Volume 1. So, I figured I'd watch that at home and be roughly prepped for it's "influence" (Lady Snowblood) and the next night's double feature, Volume 2 and Fists of the White Lotus. So what happens? I have trouble staying awake through Lady Snowblood and just enough of a headache not to go the next night (I justified it to myself by noting that when I saw White Lotus at Fantasia, the print was in pretty bad shape and the only other available one was English-dubbed, and was either one worth being at the theater until midnight when I had to work the next day?). I actually wound up re-watching Volume 2 as I wrote the last few parts of this post, and it's interesting to me that it's clearly a better movie than its predecessor, but not engrossing in quite the same way.
Also interesting, to me, is how I'm approaching Tarantino (and cinema in general) differently now. I like to say that this blog is ten years of me educating myself about movies - I don't often get a chance to, but I do like to say it - and for better or for worse, I have gotten more analytical and actually skilled with that analysis where movies are concerned. Better at writing, certainly, even if cross-posting to eFilmCritic has given these reviews more of a set structure than they maybe should have. I wasn't a huge fan pre-Kill Bill - I never saw Reservoir Dogs until recently, considered Pulp Fiction energetic but gimmicky, and didn't see what the big deal was with Jackie Brown (I think I dug Michael Keaton crossing over between it and Out of Sight more than anything else in the movie). With Kill Bill, he turned more toward action, and while that certainly pleased the version of me that had just turned thirty and had been soaking up the various older movies that played the Brattle and Coolidge on occasion since moving to Cambridge, I argue below that it's where he becomes a full-fledged filmmaker as opposed to a guy who writes a lot of words and films people saying them. Not that I saw it that way at the time - in fact, the end of Volume 2 was possibly where I really started to grasp, vaguely, that action wasn't just there for its own sake, but how you tell a story: That having the whole final confrontation between Bill and the Bride happen while sitting down emphasized that conversation could be as deadly and dangerous as gunplay, and that ultimately the character died of a broken heart.
So, anyway, here's to Tarantino, who is a kindred spirit to many of us, taking in a ton of movies, pulling them apart to both save the pieces he likes the best and to see how they work. He may build Frankenstein's Monsters of movies, but at least the wholes are tending to be equal to the sum of their parts.
And here's to ten years of writing about movies and maybe starting to understand why I love them so much. It's kind of been a side effect - I started this blog to get better at writing by doing so every day, but don't think that really started happening until I abandoned that as the goal. Now I just keep track of the movie's I've seen and what I thought about them, and maybe, after ten years of that, I've actually got something worth saying.
Jackie Brown
* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 7 June 2013 in the Brattle Theatre (QT Chronicles, 35mm)
The Brattle Theatre in Cambridge, MA, just had a series where they paired each of Quentin Tarantino's movies with one of its influences, and Jackie Brown was one I wanted to see in particular, because I remember it being not such a big deal to me when it came out - just another movie. Fifteen years later, that's what makes it special - it is "just another movie", and in a career filled with formal trickery and genre homages, it's the one that shows what he can do without gimmicks.
It's also the only time he's adapted a single novel, Elmore Leonard's Rum Punch. Despite now being the title character, Jackie (Pam Grier) is initially shuffled off to the side as the focus falls on Ordell Robbie (Samuel L. Jackson), a small-time gun-runner whose associates - dismissive moll Melanie (Bridget Fonda), former cellmate Louis (Robert De Niro), and motormouthed dealer Beaumont (Chris Tucker) - aren't exactly impressive Indeed, he needs to use bail bondsman Max Cherry (Robert Forster) to bail the latter out. It's when he also has Max bail out Jackie - the flight attendant who smuggles Ordell's money in and out of Mexico is less down on her luck than never up on it - that things get interesting: Max takes an immediate liking to her, and she sees an opportunity to not be the pawn that both Ordell and the Feds think she is.
Robert Forster had better send Quentin Tarantino a very nice Christmas present and card every year, because it's not difficult to imagine a parallel universe where he's got the dopey sidekick role and Robert De Niro is the co-star of the movie, rather than vice versa. It likely wouldn't have been as good - when was the last time De Niro was able to convey the sort of low-key, lived-in sincerity as Forster? - but you can easily see a studio wanting that, just looking at their star power at the time and the number of lines in the script for each. Fortunately, it didn't go down that way (although I seem to recall that when it was still being called "Rum Punch", Sylvester Stallone was attached to one of those roles; that might have been interesting). Forster is the working-class heart of the movie, delivering the solid support both Jackie Brown the character and Jackie Brown the movie need to accomplish bigger things without ever seeming less important.
Full review on EFC
Foxy Brown
* * ½ (out of four)
Seen 7 June 2013 in the Brattle Theatre (QT Chronicles, 35mm)
Huh - given how this movie is the one people usually bring up when talking about how awesome early-seventies Pam Grier was, I figured it came before Coffy, which was trying to recapture what made it work, when in fact Foxy Brown came out a year later (and was originally intended to be a sequel). Now, neither of those movies are really good, but imagine what they'd be without Grier: Even if she isn't really much of an actress yet and is getting parts mostly based on her bust, she's still got the sort of charisma that makes a B movie more entertaining than it has any right to be.
As this movie opens, Foxy Brown's good-for-nothing brother Link (Antonio Fargas) is in deep trouble, and needs his sister (Grier) to bail him out. She does, and while he insists he's on the straight and narrow - except that he had to borrow money from loan sharks to get there - it's not long before he realizes that Foxy's new boyfriend (Terry Carter) is the missing-presumed-dead informer (undercover cop, actually) with plastic surgery. Soon enough, he's back in the hospital and Foxy's looking for revenge. Fortunately, the people responsible - boss Katherine Wall (Kathryn Loder) and her chief enforcer Steve Elias (Peter Brown) run a prostitution ring, and that's something the curvaceous Foxy can infiltrate pretty quickly.
Let's be frank: Despite being plenty memorable, this movie isn't really good at all. Writer/director Jack Hill was working for Roger Corman's American-International Pictures, where the goal was to serve up sex & violence and cut whatever other corners can be cut. As a result, pretty much all the performances are terrible - Loder, in particular, makes for a flat, dull villain - and the story is tremendously haphazard, just dropping new bits in randomly. Plus, it is downright ugly at times, especially in how it treats its heroine, just not recognizing the line between fun action/enjoyable skin and the stuff that makes the audience want to take a shower.
Full review on EFC
Kill Bill: Vol. 1
* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 9 June 2013 in Jay's Living Room (QT Chronicles, Blu-ray)
Quentin Tarantino likes to present his films' events out of chronological order, so it makes perfect sense that I would review the first half of Kill Bill nine years after the second, right? Still, it's interesting to look at this movie in light of how his career has progressed since - as much as he'd always loved genre, who expected this to be just the start of a full-fledged dive into action filmmaking? Fortunately, he's a very quick study.
It seems like a strange thing to say about a movie that is so plainly built as a genre homage mash-up after three much-praised features, but this may be the movie where Quentin Tarantino became a great filmmaker. Oh, sure, he'd gotten a lot of praise for his screenplays before, and getting fine performances out of guys that nobody expected much from, but from the very start of this one, where Vivica A. Fox opens the door for Uma Thurman and they start wailing on each other, it's crazy action time, and that's great.
After all, before Kill Bill, Tarantino's films were known for their violence, sure, but it was always about how quick and shocking it was - "holy crap, that came out of nowhere!" - as opposed to the elaborate, exciting action scenes choreographed by Yeun Woo-ping (and animated sequence directed by Katsuhito Ishii). There are only a few of them, but they're great. More importantly, he's using action to let the audience understand these characters; from that first great fight, we learn about the Bride not just from what she's willing to do, but the relentless way she does it. Same for Vernita, O-Ren, and all her henchmen. And while it's easy for critics to talk about how the strength of Tarantino is in his dialogue - that's the part that's obviously writing, and thus easy for them to understand - the fact that he is really starting to get the job done with movement and action here means that he's mastering an essential tool.
Full review on EFC
Shurayukihime (Lady Snowblood)
* * * (out of four)
Seen 10 June 2013 in the Brattle Theatre (QT Chronicles, digital)
As I mentioned earlier, I was in and out of this, so I can't really give it a fair shake. Crying shame, really, because I re-watched Kill Bill: Vol. 1 in order to be ready spot quotations and similarities. And, by coincidence, I'd read the new omnibus-sized edition of Kazuo Koike's Lone Wolf and Cub manga a day or two before, so I was primed for this. But, long day.
Still, I'll have to pick it up to watch again someday, as what I saw was pretty darn good. Koike came up with a great storyline here - a beautiful woman raised with no other purpose than to avenger her parents' death - and the filmmakers fill it out with a well-cast lead actress in Meiko Kaji, and plenty of well-choreographed violence, complete with plenty of gushing arterial blood as the limbs come flying off. It's classic Japanese blood & guts, and it's not hard to see how how it has come to be considered a classic of sorts.
Death Proof
* * * (out of four)
Seen 12 June 2013 in the Brattle Theatre (QT Chronicles, digital)
I haven't seen this one since its original release as part of Grindhouse, and in fact even held out on getting it on video for a longtime because the Weinstein Company initially only made it and Planet Terror available in separate, extended cuts. I reviewed Grindhouse (second one down) when it came out, and spent most of the time talking about Tarantino's contribution.
My opinion on the movie's strengths hasn't particularly changed upon seeing it with a half-hour more footage; if nothing else, the two-hour extended cut certainly seems to emphasize that eighty-odd minutes is the appropriate length for this particular movie. That's especially true with most of the restored footage seeming to come during the film's Austin-based first half. That addition is even rougher the second time through, when the viewer knows just how much what happens here will really matter.
It does make for an interesting demonstration of how pacing can be a fragile thing, though. In the Grindhouse version, that first half is just long enough to get the audience interested in the characters, care about them in spite of how selfish and unpleasant they can be, and sort of recognize the genre trappings he's playing with. Here, it's easier to get annoyed with Sydney Tamiia Poitier's Jungle Julia and Vanessa Ferlito's Arlene, the actual lap dance isn't nearly as entertaining as suddenly cutting away from it. Plus, while Tarantino has never been shy about showing off his record collection or telling you his favorite movies, there are long stretches of this segment that are seemingly nothing but that, and it's annoying.
But then the second half kicks in, and the new crew is fun - I do love Rosario Dawson, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Tracie Thoms, and Zoe Bell. It leads up to an insane car chase, all the more crazy because having Bell in the main role means they can do some quite frankly insane stuntwork, that's not actually quite as long as it seemed the first time through, but is still amazing, especially when you consider that Tarantino spent the film's first action scene telling you just how the musicians do their tricks - and now he's going to do them well enough that it doesn't matter.
Kill Bill: Vol. 2
* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 16 June 2013 in Jay's Living Room (QT Chronicles, Blu-ray)
Ugh, don't read what I wrote nine years ago. I mean, I haven't changed my mind about any of it, but... Well, I'd like to think I've gotten better at writing in the past decade.
It is interesting to look at that right after rewatching the movie and notice one thing - I said Volume 2 wasn't wall-to-wall action like the first, and, wow, that's not the case. In fact, I'd actually argue that the second volume has more action, with several well-executed fights, some noteworthy violence that doesn't rise to the level of a fight, and plenty of sparring, while the first actually bookends with action while the middle is actually fairly quiet.
Watching these two movies again makes me wonder just how much Tarantino had certain themes in mind before and after the split. The first movie is very much concerned with what might have been - the Bride confronts Vernita, who has the life that had been denied to her, and O-Ren, who is the sort of monster she might have become without the moment of clarity that came with knowing she was pregnant. Ellie is obviously another reflection, this time of what she was, while Budd... Well, that's where it breaks down, isn't it? I suppose one could say that Budd is an extension of Bill, so maybe it's fitting that the Bride doesn't exactly complete the dry run, while Elle does to him what she's wanted to do to Bill.
Maybe that means the movie merits another revisit, only all in one gulp this time. There'd be worse ways to spend an afternoon/evening.
For the last two weeks, the Brattle's "QT Chronicles" series has been a big chunk of it. I didn't get to the whole thing; Django Unchained is still pretty fresh, as are Reservoir Dogs and The Killing. I wanted to do both Kill Bill double features, but knew that More Than Honey was going to knock out Volume 1. So, I figured I'd watch that at home and be roughly prepped for it's "influence" (Lady Snowblood) and the next night's double feature, Volume 2 and Fists of the White Lotus. So what happens? I have trouble staying awake through Lady Snowblood and just enough of a headache not to go the next night (I justified it to myself by noting that when I saw White Lotus at Fantasia, the print was in pretty bad shape and the only other available one was English-dubbed, and was either one worth being at the theater until midnight when I had to work the next day?). I actually wound up re-watching Volume 2 as I wrote the last few parts of this post, and it's interesting to me that it's clearly a better movie than its predecessor, but not engrossing in quite the same way.
Also interesting, to me, is how I'm approaching Tarantino (and cinema in general) differently now. I like to say that this blog is ten years of me educating myself about movies - I don't often get a chance to, but I do like to say it - and for better or for worse, I have gotten more analytical and actually skilled with that analysis where movies are concerned. Better at writing, certainly, even if cross-posting to eFilmCritic has given these reviews more of a set structure than they maybe should have. I wasn't a huge fan pre-Kill Bill - I never saw Reservoir Dogs until recently, considered Pulp Fiction energetic but gimmicky, and didn't see what the big deal was with Jackie Brown (I think I dug Michael Keaton crossing over between it and Out of Sight more than anything else in the movie). With Kill Bill, he turned more toward action, and while that certainly pleased the version of me that had just turned thirty and had been soaking up the various older movies that played the Brattle and Coolidge on occasion since moving to Cambridge, I argue below that it's where he becomes a full-fledged filmmaker as opposed to a guy who writes a lot of words and films people saying them. Not that I saw it that way at the time - in fact, the end of Volume 2 was possibly where I really started to grasp, vaguely, that action wasn't just there for its own sake, but how you tell a story: That having the whole final confrontation between Bill and the Bride happen while sitting down emphasized that conversation could be as deadly and dangerous as gunplay, and that ultimately the character died of a broken heart.
So, anyway, here's to Tarantino, who is a kindred spirit to many of us, taking in a ton of movies, pulling them apart to both save the pieces he likes the best and to see how they work. He may build Frankenstein's Monsters of movies, but at least the wholes are tending to be equal to the sum of their parts.
And here's to ten years of writing about movies and maybe starting to understand why I love them so much. It's kind of been a side effect - I started this blog to get better at writing by doing so every day, but don't think that really started happening until I abandoned that as the goal. Now I just keep track of the movie's I've seen and what I thought about them, and maybe, after ten years of that, I've actually got something worth saying.
Jackie Brown
* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 7 June 2013 in the Brattle Theatre (QT Chronicles, 35mm)
The Brattle Theatre in Cambridge, MA, just had a series where they paired each of Quentin Tarantino's movies with one of its influences, and Jackie Brown was one I wanted to see in particular, because I remember it being not such a big deal to me when it came out - just another movie. Fifteen years later, that's what makes it special - it is "just another movie", and in a career filled with formal trickery and genre homages, it's the one that shows what he can do without gimmicks.
It's also the only time he's adapted a single novel, Elmore Leonard's Rum Punch. Despite now being the title character, Jackie (Pam Grier) is initially shuffled off to the side as the focus falls on Ordell Robbie (Samuel L. Jackson), a small-time gun-runner whose associates - dismissive moll Melanie (Bridget Fonda), former cellmate Louis (Robert De Niro), and motormouthed dealer Beaumont (Chris Tucker) - aren't exactly impressive Indeed, he needs to use bail bondsman Max Cherry (Robert Forster) to bail the latter out. It's when he also has Max bail out Jackie - the flight attendant who smuggles Ordell's money in and out of Mexico is less down on her luck than never up on it - that things get interesting: Max takes an immediate liking to her, and she sees an opportunity to not be the pawn that both Ordell and the Feds think she is.
Robert Forster had better send Quentin Tarantino a very nice Christmas present and card every year, because it's not difficult to imagine a parallel universe where he's got the dopey sidekick role and Robert De Niro is the co-star of the movie, rather than vice versa. It likely wouldn't have been as good - when was the last time De Niro was able to convey the sort of low-key, lived-in sincerity as Forster? - but you can easily see a studio wanting that, just looking at their star power at the time and the number of lines in the script for each. Fortunately, it didn't go down that way (although I seem to recall that when it was still being called "Rum Punch", Sylvester Stallone was attached to one of those roles; that might have been interesting). Forster is the working-class heart of the movie, delivering the solid support both Jackie Brown the character and Jackie Brown the movie need to accomplish bigger things without ever seeming less important.
Full review on EFC
Foxy Brown
* * ½ (out of four)
Seen 7 June 2013 in the Brattle Theatre (QT Chronicles, 35mm)
Huh - given how this movie is the one people usually bring up when talking about how awesome early-seventies Pam Grier was, I figured it came before Coffy, which was trying to recapture what made it work, when in fact Foxy Brown came out a year later (and was originally intended to be a sequel). Now, neither of those movies are really good, but imagine what they'd be without Grier: Even if she isn't really much of an actress yet and is getting parts mostly based on her bust, she's still got the sort of charisma that makes a B movie more entertaining than it has any right to be.
As this movie opens, Foxy Brown's good-for-nothing brother Link (Antonio Fargas) is in deep trouble, and needs his sister (Grier) to bail him out. She does, and while he insists he's on the straight and narrow - except that he had to borrow money from loan sharks to get there - it's not long before he realizes that Foxy's new boyfriend (Terry Carter) is the missing-presumed-dead informer (undercover cop, actually) with plastic surgery. Soon enough, he's back in the hospital and Foxy's looking for revenge. Fortunately, the people responsible - boss Katherine Wall (Kathryn Loder) and her chief enforcer Steve Elias (Peter Brown) run a prostitution ring, and that's something the curvaceous Foxy can infiltrate pretty quickly.
Let's be frank: Despite being plenty memorable, this movie isn't really good at all. Writer/director Jack Hill was working for Roger Corman's American-International Pictures, where the goal was to serve up sex & violence and cut whatever other corners can be cut. As a result, pretty much all the performances are terrible - Loder, in particular, makes for a flat, dull villain - and the story is tremendously haphazard, just dropping new bits in randomly. Plus, it is downright ugly at times, especially in how it treats its heroine, just not recognizing the line between fun action/enjoyable skin and the stuff that makes the audience want to take a shower.
Full review on EFC
Kill Bill: Vol. 1
* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 9 June 2013 in Jay's Living Room (QT Chronicles, Blu-ray)
Quentin Tarantino likes to present his films' events out of chronological order, so it makes perfect sense that I would review the first half of Kill Bill nine years after the second, right? Still, it's interesting to look at this movie in light of how his career has progressed since - as much as he'd always loved genre, who expected this to be just the start of a full-fledged dive into action filmmaking? Fortunately, he's a very quick study.
It seems like a strange thing to say about a movie that is so plainly built as a genre homage mash-up after three much-praised features, but this may be the movie where Quentin Tarantino became a great filmmaker. Oh, sure, he'd gotten a lot of praise for his screenplays before, and getting fine performances out of guys that nobody expected much from, but from the very start of this one, where Vivica A. Fox opens the door for Uma Thurman and they start wailing on each other, it's crazy action time, and that's great.
After all, before Kill Bill, Tarantino's films were known for their violence, sure, but it was always about how quick and shocking it was - "holy crap, that came out of nowhere!" - as opposed to the elaborate, exciting action scenes choreographed by Yeun Woo-ping (and animated sequence directed by Katsuhito Ishii). There are only a few of them, but they're great. More importantly, he's using action to let the audience understand these characters; from that first great fight, we learn about the Bride not just from what she's willing to do, but the relentless way she does it. Same for Vernita, O-Ren, and all her henchmen. And while it's easy for critics to talk about how the strength of Tarantino is in his dialogue - that's the part that's obviously writing, and thus easy for them to understand - the fact that he is really starting to get the job done with movement and action here means that he's mastering an essential tool.
Full review on EFC
Shurayukihime (Lady Snowblood)
* * * (out of four)
Seen 10 June 2013 in the Brattle Theatre (QT Chronicles, digital)
As I mentioned earlier, I was in and out of this, so I can't really give it a fair shake. Crying shame, really, because I re-watched Kill Bill: Vol. 1 in order to be ready spot quotations and similarities. And, by coincidence, I'd read the new omnibus-sized edition of Kazuo Koike's Lone Wolf and Cub manga a day or two before, so I was primed for this. But, long day.
Still, I'll have to pick it up to watch again someday, as what I saw was pretty darn good. Koike came up with a great storyline here - a beautiful woman raised with no other purpose than to avenger her parents' death - and the filmmakers fill it out with a well-cast lead actress in Meiko Kaji, and plenty of well-choreographed violence, complete with plenty of gushing arterial blood as the limbs come flying off. It's classic Japanese blood & guts, and it's not hard to see how how it has come to be considered a classic of sorts.
Death Proof
* * * (out of four)
Seen 12 June 2013 in the Brattle Theatre (QT Chronicles, digital)
I haven't seen this one since its original release as part of Grindhouse, and in fact even held out on getting it on video for a longtime because the Weinstein Company initially only made it and Planet Terror available in separate, extended cuts. I reviewed Grindhouse (second one down) when it came out, and spent most of the time talking about Tarantino's contribution.
My opinion on the movie's strengths hasn't particularly changed upon seeing it with a half-hour more footage; if nothing else, the two-hour extended cut certainly seems to emphasize that eighty-odd minutes is the appropriate length for this particular movie. That's especially true with most of the restored footage seeming to come during the film's Austin-based first half. That addition is even rougher the second time through, when the viewer knows just how much what happens here will really matter.
It does make for an interesting demonstration of how pacing can be a fragile thing, though. In the Grindhouse version, that first half is just long enough to get the audience interested in the characters, care about them in spite of how selfish and unpleasant they can be, and sort of recognize the genre trappings he's playing with. Here, it's easier to get annoyed with Sydney Tamiia Poitier's Jungle Julia and Vanessa Ferlito's Arlene, the actual lap dance isn't nearly as entertaining as suddenly cutting away from it. Plus, while Tarantino has never been shy about showing off his record collection or telling you his favorite movies, there are long stretches of this segment that are seemingly nothing but that, and it's annoying.
But then the second half kicks in, and the new crew is fun - I do love Rosario Dawson, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Tracie Thoms, and Zoe Bell. It leads up to an insane car chase, all the more crazy because having Bell in the main role means they can do some quite frankly insane stuntwork, that's not actually quite as long as it seemed the first time through, but is still amazing, especially when you consider that Tarantino spent the film's first action scene telling you just how the musicians do their tricks - and now he's going to do them well enough that it doesn't matter.
Kill Bill: Vol. 2
* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 16 June 2013 in Jay's Living Room (QT Chronicles, Blu-ray)
Ugh, don't read what I wrote nine years ago. I mean, I haven't changed my mind about any of it, but... Well, I'd like to think I've gotten better at writing in the past decade.
It is interesting to look at that right after rewatching the movie and notice one thing - I said Volume 2 wasn't wall-to-wall action like the first, and, wow, that's not the case. In fact, I'd actually argue that the second volume has more action, with several well-executed fights, some noteworthy violence that doesn't rise to the level of a fight, and plenty of sparring, while the first actually bookends with action while the middle is actually fairly quiet.
Watching these two movies again makes me wonder just how much Tarantino had certain themes in mind before and after the split. The first movie is very much concerned with what might have been - the Bride confronts Vernita, who has the life that had been denied to her, and O-Ren, who is the sort of monster she might have become without the moment of clarity that came with knowing she was pregnant. Ellie is obviously another reflection, this time of what she was, while Budd... Well, that's where it breaks down, isn't it? I suppose one could say that Budd is an extension of Bill, so maybe it's fitting that the Bride doesn't exactly complete the dry run, while Elle does to him what she's wanted to do to Bill.
Maybe that means the movie merits another revisit, only all in one gulp this time. There'd be worse ways to spend an afternoon/evening.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Next Week in Tickets: Films playing Boston 14 June - 20 June 2013
The big news this week: Showcase Cinemas opened a new "Showcase Superlux" near the Chestnut Hill T stop in Newton, which is operating under the theory that people will pay $20-28 for extremely comfortable (reserved) seats, a high-end menu, and table service in the more expensive levels. I won't be trying them out this weekend, but let me tell you - if the seats that include iPads for ordering food are down in front, somebody has screwed up.
My plans? Living in Somerville for This Is the End, Man of Steel in 35mm, Errors of the Human Body, and The Kid; seeing The Good Son, and maybe trying to fit the likes of The East, Oversimplification, Shadow Dancer, and others in. Plus I still haven't seen Stories We Tell or Before Midnight yet.
- They're opening up with This Is the End and Man of Steel, which also grab screens at Somerville, Fenway, Boston Common, and Apple Cinemas. The former has a number of popular young comic actors (Seth Rogen, Jay Baruchel, Jonah Hill, James Franco, Danny McBride, and many more) playing themselves hanging out in Hollywood when the apocalypse hits; the latter is a new take on the Superman mythos with the writers and producers of the Dark Knight series overseeing things and Zack Snyder behind the camera.
Man of Steel, as you might expect, is getting a lot of the top-tier screens in the area - the Jordan's Furniture stores, the RPX screen at Fenway, and the Imax-branded screen at Boston Common. Unusually, each of those getting 2D screenings as well as 3D, while the Somerville Theater has managed to land a 35mm print for their main screen (2D, obviously). Unusual, but producer Christopher Nolan's love for film and lack of interest in 3D is well known. - In addition to Man of Steel, the Somerville Theatre's main screen hosts two special presentations this weekend. Saturday at midnight, they kick off the Cinema Slumber Party series with Errors of the Human Body, which I missed at Fantasia last year. It looks pretty nifty, a bit of sci-fi horror set and shot in Germany about a scientist whose dangerous work mirrors his collapsing personal life. I doubt they will let us take the "slumber party" part too literally, though, which means we'll have to leave and then come back for Sunday afternoon's "Silents, Please" presentation of The Kid at 1pm on Sunday afternoon. It screens in 35mm with live accompaniment by Jeff Rapsis, so it should look and sound great. Note that I only think the slumber party is on screen #1; that's the time that fits, and they seem to be presenting it as something bigger than would fit in the micro-cinema.
Meanwhile, their sister cinema (The Arlington Capitol) starts their own "Summer Rewind" series, which has 1980s classics at night and kid-friendly matinees. This week, that means Back to the Future at 10:30pm on Friday and Saturday and The Sandlot at 11am on Saturday and Sunday. - The Coolidge has midnights every weekend, and this week it's a 35mm print of Fire in the Sky, an alien abduction story that I gather gets downright strange as it goes on. Since it's summer, their Big Screen Classics series is running (mostly) weekly, with the entry on Monday the 17th being Gimme Shelter, initially planned as just a Rolling Stones concert film only to capture the chaos that broke loose at their Altamont concert. It's also a 35mm print.
- If that's not enough of the Rolling Stones on film for you, the Brattle Theatre has more, with a quick "The Rolling Stones at 50: repatory series. Charlie Is my Darling - Ireland 1965 plays Tuesday, Rock & Roll Circus (with "Get Yer Ya Ya's Out") & Godard's Sympathy for the Devil play as a double feature on Wednesday, and Scorcese's Shine a Light runs on Thursday. Shine a Light is 35mm; the rest are digital.
Before that, they will be showing Terrence Nance's debut feature, An Oversimplification of Her Beauty from Friday to Sunday, with Nance on-hand for a moderated Q&A to follow Saturday's 5:30pm and 7:30pm shows. It's a combination of live-action and various forms of animation set around the moment when a friendship may turn romantic. There will also be a guest on Monday, as director Angad Bhalla visits for the DocYard's screening of Herman's House, a picture that follows a collaboration between an artist and an inmate for a piece of conceptual art. - Kendall Square also has guests for Dirty Wars, a documentary that recounts reporter Jeremy Scahill's attempts to learn what sort of off-books operations the Joint Special Operations Command is performing: Massachusetts ACLU representative Kade Ellis will be there Friday evening, while director Richard Rowley and co-writer David Riker be there for the 4:10, 7:20, and 9:50pm screenings on Saturday.
Another documentary has the designated one-week booking, Pandora's Promise, whose previews have been making me scratch my head by talking about how it's claim that nuclear power could be a cornerstone of a green-energy future is controversial. I keep forgetting that a lot of folks don't see it that way. They also debut two thrillers about undercover agents: The East (which also opens at Boston Common) reunites Zal Batmanglij with Brit Marling, his co-writer and star from Sound of My Voice; this time she plays the undercover agent infiltrating the titular anticorporate group. In Shadow Dancer, Andrea Riseborough plays an Irish wife & mother blackmailed by an MI-5 agent (Clive Owen)to work as a mole. It's directed by James Marsh, who has done some fiction films but is best known for documentaries like Man on Wire. - The Regent Theatre just has the one film this week, the Gathr preview screening of The Good Son, the story of Ray "Boom Boom" Mancini, a lightweight-division boxing champion in the early 1980s whose national adoration disappeared after a knocked-out contender never regained consciousness.
- The MFA's program continues as it was last week, with Post Tenebras Lux playing single shows Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Wednesday, and Thursday and the Global Lens Film Series wrapping up with China's Beijing Flickers (Friday), India's Shyamal Uncle Turns Off the Lights (Friday), Mexico's The Fantastic World of Juan Orol (Saturday), Egypt's Cairo 678 (Saturday & Sunday), and Iran's Modest Reception (Sunday & Wednesday).
As those programs wrap up, they pick up a couple other movies for brief runs: The Iran Job follows an American basketball player who is brought in by an Iranian team and has a front-row seats to the protests around the recent Presidential Election; it starts Wednesday and continues through the next week. Sign Painters starts its run Thursday; it looks at the history and resurgence of traditional hand-painted signage in America. - iMovieCafe brings something called Fukrey to Apple Cinemas, with four college friends getting into various forms of trouble. Not sure how that's pronounced, so I'm not sure quite how crazy a comedy it will turn out being. It's Hindi and subtitled; the other Indian films playing there this week are not.
- Belmont's Studio Cinema doesn't get any of the new releases, but they do pick up Iron Man 3 second-run. In other second-run shuffling, Now You See Me moves from the Somerville Theatre to the Arlington Capitol.
My plans? Living in Somerville for This Is the End, Man of Steel in 35mm, Errors of the Human Body, and The Kid; seeing The Good Son, and maybe trying to fit the likes of The East, Oversimplification, Shadow Dancer, and others in. Plus I still haven't seen Stories We Tell or Before Midnight yet.
More Than Honey
For some reason, the Gathr series moved from Tuesday to Monday this week. I half-suspect it was meant to be Monday in the first place (I believe the Providence venue was running on Mondays from the start), but the Regent had other things booked, but I can't remember any on their website. I kind of hope it moves back to Tuesday, honestly - too many other venues nearby have programs on Mondays, and, guys, I really don't want to choose between a sneak preview and Raiders of the Lost Ark on July 1st. If that's even a concern; the website currently doesn't show anything beyond June 24th.
But enough about the preview series; let's attack this movie. There's something I mostly kept out of the review but which colored how I viewed the film which merits acknowledgment:
BEES FREAK ME THE HELL OUT.
Now, the obvious reason for this probably comes from when I was a little kid; my grandfather kept bees for a while, and I stepped on one. I got stung, obviously, and this particular bee had evidently been infected with something, because my foot swelled up pretty good - enough more than usual to make an impression. I'm not allergic and it wasn't particularly dangerous or anything, but it was memorable.
Honestly, though, the takeaway from this story should be less "Jay is scared of bees" than "Jay's Grampa Gordon had a ton of interesting hobbies and skills". I am relatively cautious around the things, though, and I have to admit, when watching this movie, I was uncomfortable a lot. More uncomfortable than I feel during most horror movies, and I wouldn't be particularly surprised if nothing I see at Fantasia in Montreal has me on pins and needles the way this did. There was an element of "science is awesome!" to it, sure, and I wouldn't say I was scared...
Well, okay, I was pretty sure that varroa destructor would be nightmare fuel. It's bad enough that these mites are nasty little parasites who wedge themselves in between the segments of a bees body and both suck blood and spread bacteria. Then, as they're showing these things on-screen, which is creepy-looking enough, the narrator mentions that, at the human scale, these guys would be the size of rabbits. Which means, of course, that everyone in the audience is imagining rabbits biting into them and hanging on, draining their blood and making them sick.
Or maybe that was just me.
I kid, but it's hard not to watch some of this movie and not recognize that there's a little horror-movie stuff going on here. The opening "birth of the queen" scene truly does feel more alien than a lot of similar sequences from sci-fi/horror movies, and the type of work Dr. Menzel does stirs interesting reactions: On the one hand, I think we'd more readily recognize it as kind of horrific if it were done on vertebrates, but the capability to do some of it - tiny cameras, real-time brain activity monitoring - is really amazing.
Perhaps a little less tongue-in-cheek, there's plenty to be uneasy about, real-world-wise. The idea that humanity has so domesticated and twisted most bees to serve our needs that the species has become fragile - and in many cases dependent upon manufactured supplements - is deeply disturbing. If we, as a species, have so twisted the ecosystem in this way, it really does become incumbent upon us to at the very least maintain, if not repair, what we've made it. But are the biotech and agribusiness companies going to be inclined to do so, if there's not necessarily an obvious, immediate profit to be had? I'm skeptical, as it seems more likely that they would instead try to consolidate their influence, rather than treat the Africanized "killer" bees serve as evolution in action; the movie implies that's what's already happening.
As easy as it is to go to the big business guys, though, it's something the beekeepers have done steadily over decades. We think of genetic engineering as the bogeyman, but the eugenics that the beekeepers have practiced has done the same work, just as effectively. It's crudely done at times - as much as I'm squeamish with bees, I didn't much like watching keepers decapitating queens or putting down entire hives - but this is the way we've twisted the plant and animal kingdoms to our will for centuries, so it's not a new issue.
That I'm thinking about this stuff as well as the bees freaking me out thing means the movie did its job pretty well. I don't know how well it will play for folks who don't get really excited about science, but I do think that it presents that science better than a great many films of its type.
More Than Honey
* * * * (out of four)
Seen 10 June 2013 in the Regent Theatre (Gathr Preview Series, digital)
Many potential audience members will see a preview for Markus Imhoof's documentary More Than Honey and perhaps wonder if it has anything particularly new to tell them; we learn about bees and their symbiotic relationship with the local flora in elementary school science class and it's not that hard to grasp. As it turns out, the details can be surprising, and Imhoof presents them in a wonderfully vivid way.
We know the broad strokes - that, as Imhoof so quaintly puts it, the buzzing of a swarm of bees is the sound of trees having sex, with the bees carrying pollen from male plants to female ones as a by-product of gathering the trees' nectar. What the audience might not realize is quite how managed a process it is in the twenty-first century. As American migrant beekeeper John Miller tells the audience, having hives of bees in the right place to pollinate large groves of trees when they blossom can be big business, even if it does mean unnaturally transporting them around the country and giving them drugs to counteract the fungicides being sprayed as the bees try to do their work. We also meet Swiss beekeeper Fred Jaggi, whose family has also been doing this for generations and employs some crude eugenics to keep his swarm from being contaminated by the ones from the next valley; Liane & Heidrun Singer, Austrians who breed queen bees for a successful mail-order business; Zhang Zhao Su, who gathers, sells, and transports pollen in China where bees are rare; and scientists in both Europe and Australia who study the creatures.
But first, we watch a swarm of worker bees tend to a chamber containing a pupating "princess" just as it's about to hatch, and it's this sort of amazing close-up high-definition footage that may prove the most memorable for audiences. Imhoof gets us right inside the hives, giving a stunningly clear look at the insects' life cycle from egg-laying to mid-air mating, along with things like the little dance that scouts do to communicate the position of good food sources. It's all kind of beautiful, even if some it is unnerving enough to certain members of the audience that it could be dropped into a bee-related spinoff of Phase IV (go ahead, try to forget about the existence of verroa destructor, a parasitic mite that attaches itself to a bee and drains its blood). Even if seeing insects blown up to the size of a movie screen is nightmare fuel, it's undeniably fascinating and astonishing.
Full review on eFilmCritic.
But enough about the preview series; let's attack this movie. There's something I mostly kept out of the review but which colored how I viewed the film which merits acknowledgment:
BEES FREAK ME THE HELL OUT.
Now, the obvious reason for this probably comes from when I was a little kid; my grandfather kept bees for a while, and I stepped on one. I got stung, obviously, and this particular bee had evidently been infected with something, because my foot swelled up pretty good - enough more than usual to make an impression. I'm not allergic and it wasn't particularly dangerous or anything, but it was memorable.
Honestly, though, the takeaway from this story should be less "Jay is scared of bees" than "Jay's Grampa Gordon had a ton of interesting hobbies and skills". I am relatively cautious around the things, though, and I have to admit, when watching this movie, I was uncomfortable a lot. More uncomfortable than I feel during most horror movies, and I wouldn't be particularly surprised if nothing I see at Fantasia in Montreal has me on pins and needles the way this did. There was an element of "science is awesome!" to it, sure, and I wouldn't say I was scared...
Well, okay, I was pretty sure that varroa destructor would be nightmare fuel. It's bad enough that these mites are nasty little parasites who wedge themselves in between the segments of a bees body and both suck blood and spread bacteria. Then, as they're showing these things on-screen, which is creepy-looking enough, the narrator mentions that, at the human scale, these guys would be the size of rabbits. Which means, of course, that everyone in the audience is imagining rabbits biting into them and hanging on, draining their blood and making them sick.
Or maybe that was just me.
I kid, but it's hard not to watch some of this movie and not recognize that there's a little horror-movie stuff going on here. The opening "birth of the queen" scene truly does feel more alien than a lot of similar sequences from sci-fi/horror movies, and the type of work Dr. Menzel does stirs interesting reactions: On the one hand, I think we'd more readily recognize it as kind of horrific if it were done on vertebrates, but the capability to do some of it - tiny cameras, real-time brain activity monitoring - is really amazing.
Perhaps a little less tongue-in-cheek, there's plenty to be uneasy about, real-world-wise. The idea that humanity has so domesticated and twisted most bees to serve our needs that the species has become fragile - and in many cases dependent upon manufactured supplements - is deeply disturbing. If we, as a species, have so twisted the ecosystem in this way, it really does become incumbent upon us to at the very least maintain, if not repair, what we've made it. But are the biotech and agribusiness companies going to be inclined to do so, if there's not necessarily an obvious, immediate profit to be had? I'm skeptical, as it seems more likely that they would instead try to consolidate their influence, rather than treat the Africanized "killer" bees serve as evolution in action; the movie implies that's what's already happening.
As easy as it is to go to the big business guys, though, it's something the beekeepers have done steadily over decades. We think of genetic engineering as the bogeyman, but the eugenics that the beekeepers have practiced has done the same work, just as effectively. It's crudely done at times - as much as I'm squeamish with bees, I didn't much like watching keepers decapitating queens or putting down entire hives - but this is the way we've twisted the plant and animal kingdoms to our will for centuries, so it's not a new issue.
That I'm thinking about this stuff as well as the bees freaking me out thing means the movie did its job pretty well. I don't know how well it will play for folks who don't get really excited about science, but I do think that it presents that science better than a great many films of its type.
More Than Honey
* * * * (out of four)
Seen 10 June 2013 in the Regent Theatre (Gathr Preview Series, digital)
Many potential audience members will see a preview for Markus Imhoof's documentary More Than Honey and perhaps wonder if it has anything particularly new to tell them; we learn about bees and their symbiotic relationship with the local flora in elementary school science class and it's not that hard to grasp. As it turns out, the details can be surprising, and Imhoof presents them in a wonderfully vivid way.
We know the broad strokes - that, as Imhoof so quaintly puts it, the buzzing of a swarm of bees is the sound of trees having sex, with the bees carrying pollen from male plants to female ones as a by-product of gathering the trees' nectar. What the audience might not realize is quite how managed a process it is in the twenty-first century. As American migrant beekeeper John Miller tells the audience, having hives of bees in the right place to pollinate large groves of trees when they blossom can be big business, even if it does mean unnaturally transporting them around the country and giving them drugs to counteract the fungicides being sprayed as the bees try to do their work. We also meet Swiss beekeeper Fred Jaggi, whose family has also been doing this for generations and employs some crude eugenics to keep his swarm from being contaminated by the ones from the next valley; Liane & Heidrun Singer, Austrians who breed queen bees for a successful mail-order business; Zhang Zhao Su, who gathers, sells, and transports pollen in China where bees are rare; and scientists in both Europe and Australia who study the creatures.
But first, we watch a swarm of worker bees tend to a chamber containing a pupating "princess" just as it's about to hatch, and it's this sort of amazing close-up high-definition footage that may prove the most memorable for audiences. Imhoof gets us right inside the hives, giving a stunningly clear look at the insects' life cycle from egg-laying to mid-air mating, along with things like the little dance that scouts do to communicate the position of good food sources. It's all kind of beautiful, even if some it is unnerving enough to certain members of the audience that it could be dropped into a bee-related spinoff of Phase IV (go ahead, try to forget about the existence of verroa destructor, a parasitic mite that attaches itself to a bee and drains its blood). Even if seeing insects blown up to the size of a movie screen is nightmare fuel, it's undeniably fascinating and astonishing.
Full review on eFilmCritic.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
This Week In Tickets: 3 June 2013 - 9 June 2013
I did not actually curtail my moviegoing at all to get things to fit on the page; it was just a nice weekend for sitting on the deck and reading, especially after a couple days of downpour. Good for grilling, too, although I messed it up by not opening the bottom vents on my charcoal grill. Surprisingly, that made a pretty good baked potato, but by the time I was ready to put the steak tips on, they were being done few favors.
Stubless: Kill Bill Volume 1, 9 June 2013, 10pm-ish, in the living room.
The theme of the week: Things that are only there for a blip, whether they be special screenings (William and the Windmill); previews for things that may or not play later (The Attack); the Quentin Tarantino repatory series (>Jackie Brown, Foxy Brown, and, sort of, Kill Bill); or stuff that leaves after Thursday because a one-week booking was either advertised or inevitable (The Prey and Wish You Were Here). Heck, it sort of felt like I was rushing to get to Mud because it was going to be moving to one of the smaller screens at the Coolidge the next day. The funny thing is, I'm getting the feeling like it's just now getting noticed across the country while it feels like it's been in Boston for quite a while. Nice little sleeper success.
Another funny story: I watched Kill Bill on Sunday night because I knew I was going to hit the back end of it's double feature at the Brattle on Monday but wouldn't be able to make the screening of the movie itself, plus I figured to see the second part on Tuesday. Well, I spent Tuesday night in with a headache, so there was no need for the urgency, other than it being a great movie.
Anyway, I figure to go back and do the QT stuff as its own post in a few days, once the series at the Brattle has finished, so you'll pardon me if those entries are a bit perfunctory.
Mud
* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 6 June 2013 in Coolidge Corner Theatre #2 (first-run, 35mm)
I hope there are a fair amount of kids still having summers full of freedom and adventure like the ones in Mud. Not adventure in the sense of getting into fights and nearly dying in a couple of different ways so much as being able to build things or get on the river and poke around with no particular aim, of course, although my motives are selfish: I don't really want to consider the sort of movies that folks who grew up with scheduled play dates that graduated to online gaming after being given their first iPhones at the age of five so that their parents could keep tabs on them will make.
The funny thing about Mud, though, is that as much as it venerates that sort of carefree youth, it is also chronicling its end: The state is cracking down on the sort of houseboats where Ellis (Tye Sheridan) and his family live, letting the folks living that way now stay but demolishing them when they leave - and Ellis's mother (Sarah Paulson) wants to move to town. And when you get right down to it, everything Ellis does seems to be paralleling a story from the youth of Mud (Matthew McConaughey), a fugitive romantic hiding on an island, likely to drag Ellis and his friend Neckbone (Jacob Lofland) down with him because Ellis sees his own family falling apart and wants to pull something together.
Maybe that's the point, not often made quite so explicitly in coming-of-age movies: What you do as a child is wonderful and important, but would be dangerous and destructive as an adult, so Ellis has to go to the town and learn how society works, have his heart broken, and the like, rather than staying the same, because that direction leads to being Mud.
At any rate, writer/director Jeff Nichols does it very nicely. He's got a fine cast, whether they be stars (McConaughey, Reese Witherspoon), great character actors (Sam Shepard, Michael Shannon, Paulson), or perfectly-cast kids (Sheridan & Lofland). He connects his setting to them, and is able to balance the surreal nature of a boat in a tree with the practical question of fixing it and getting it in the water without ever hurting the strange beauty of the idea. The story gets better the more the audience thinks of it, even if it does hit my pet peeve of a climax being someone tripping and falling down, but other than that, it's an impressive little movie.
Jackie Brown
* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 7 June 2013 in the Brattle Theatre (QT Chronicles, 35mm)
Robert Forster had better send Quentin Tarantino a very nice Christmas present and card every year, because it's not difficult to imagine a parallel universe where he's got the dopey sidekick role and Robert De Niro is the co-star of the movie, rather than vice versa. It likely wouldn't have been as good - has De Niro ever been able to convey the sort of low-key, lived-in sincerity as Forster? - but you can easily see a studio wanting that, just looking at their star power at the time and the number of lines in the script for each.
Fortunately, it didn't go down that way (although I seem to recall that when it was still being called Rum Punch, Sylvester Stallone was attached to one of those roles; that might have been interesting). And it's kind of sad that Pam Grier didn't get the same sort of career boost Forster did - she's worked since then, sure, and maybe she's had better roles than I think because directors don't often think to cast someone like her in a role she can kill unless they're specifically making something for a black audience, which doesn't get in my face very often. It's sad because, for as much as this movie reminded people of how awesome the young blaxploitation star Pam Grier was, she was much more pin-up than actress then, which is not the case here. She's fantastic, an utter joy to watch as she brings Jackie from this low place to the point where the audience realizes that she is always the smartest person in the room - and gets some delight out of how she's discovering this.
Consider the film's opening scene, where she's standing still on an airport people-mover, then has to run to catch her flight. The credits run during that scene, so the audience really notices the odd rhythm of it, but still maybe doesn't quite make the connection to later in the movie, just before when everybody is trying to con each other, when Jackie is again walking right to left (unusual itself), but striding purposefully. She's the same woman, but her attitude has completely changed. It's a great example of the way Tarantino is playing this movie - laid-back, adopting Elmore Leonard's style in many ways, but with purpose. He gives himself enough time not to build Jackie, Max, Ordell, and company up as more than they are but to still make them individually interesting without giving them easy quirks.
Foxy Brown
* * ½ (out of four)
Seen 7 June 2013 in the Brattle Theatre (QT Chronicles, 35mm)
Huh - given how this movie is the one people usually bring up when talking about how awesome early-seventies Pam Grier was, I figured it came before Coffy, which was trying to recapture what made it work, when in fact it's the other way around. Now, neither of those movies are really good, but imagine what they'd be without Grier: Even if she isn't really much of an actress yet and is getting parts mostly based on her bust, she's still got the sort of charisma that makes a B movie more entertaining than it has any right to be.
This one isn't really good at all, and is downright ugly at times, both in how it treats its heroine and how bad the rest of the cast is. But it's got Grier as Foxy, who is fantastic as the stalwart heroine who is capable of anything that needs to be done once she's been roused from her hibernation. It's a better part than it might be; for all it's built as a woman using her sex appeal as her main weapon, it's just as much about her unwillingness to back down. And that's pretty great.
Kill Bill: Vol. 1
* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 9 June 2013 in Jay's Living Room (QT Chronicles, Blu-ray)
It seems like a strange thing to say about a movie that is so plainly built as a genre homage mash-up, but I kind of think that this is the movie where Quentin Tarantino became a great filmmaker. Oh, sure, he'd gotten a lot of praise for his screenplays before, and getting fine performances out of guys that nobody expected much from, but from the very start of this one, where Vivica A. Fox opens the door for Uma Thurman and they start wailing on each other, it's crazy action time, and that's great.
After all, before Kill Bill, Tarantino's films were known for their violence, sure, but it was always about how shocking it was - "holy crap, that came out of nowhere!" - bunch more about the fact of the violence than using action to let the audience understand these characters. But from that first great fight, we learn about the Bride not just from what she's willing to do, but the relentless way she does it. Same for Vernita, O-Ren, and all her henchmen. And while it's easy for critics to talk about how the strength of Tarantino is in his dialogue - that's the part that's obviously writing, and thus easy for them to understand - the fact that he is really starting to get the job done with movement and action here means that he's mastering an essential tool.
It's not always a smooth transition to being a more action-oriented filmmaker; there are times when his pop-culture-referencing dialogue is as unreal as it usually is, often mimicking the weaknesses of the movie's he's recreating, which doesn't quite work when you're trying to be fairly clever in other places. But, man, when this movie is on, it's on: It's hard to imagine a sequence that does a better job of pumping the audience up than the Bride's arrival in Tokyo, complete with model city, samurai swords openly displayed in the plane, brightly colored motorcycles, and the music from "Battle Without Honor or Humanity" on the soundtrack. And then you get a pretty darn amazing action scene after that, and the perfect cliffhanger.
I should watch this thing more often, whether I see Part II afterward or not.
Stubless: Kill Bill Volume 1, 9 June 2013, 10pm-ish, in the living room.
The theme of the week: Things that are only there for a blip, whether they be special screenings (William and the Windmill); previews for things that may or not play later (The Attack); the Quentin Tarantino repatory series (>Jackie Brown, Foxy Brown, and, sort of, Kill Bill); or stuff that leaves after Thursday because a one-week booking was either advertised or inevitable (The Prey and Wish You Were Here). Heck, it sort of felt like I was rushing to get to Mud because it was going to be moving to one of the smaller screens at the Coolidge the next day. The funny thing is, I'm getting the feeling like it's just now getting noticed across the country while it feels like it's been in Boston for quite a while. Nice little sleeper success.
Another funny story: I watched Kill Bill on Sunday night because I knew I was going to hit the back end of it's double feature at the Brattle on Monday but wouldn't be able to make the screening of the movie itself, plus I figured to see the second part on Tuesday. Well, I spent Tuesday night in with a headache, so there was no need for the urgency, other than it being a great movie.
Anyway, I figure to go back and do the QT stuff as its own post in a few days, once the series at the Brattle has finished, so you'll pardon me if those entries are a bit perfunctory.
Mud
* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 6 June 2013 in Coolidge Corner Theatre #2 (first-run, 35mm)
I hope there are a fair amount of kids still having summers full of freedom and adventure like the ones in Mud. Not adventure in the sense of getting into fights and nearly dying in a couple of different ways so much as being able to build things or get on the river and poke around with no particular aim, of course, although my motives are selfish: I don't really want to consider the sort of movies that folks who grew up with scheduled play dates that graduated to online gaming after being given their first iPhones at the age of five so that their parents could keep tabs on them will make.
The funny thing about Mud, though, is that as much as it venerates that sort of carefree youth, it is also chronicling its end: The state is cracking down on the sort of houseboats where Ellis (Tye Sheridan) and his family live, letting the folks living that way now stay but demolishing them when they leave - and Ellis's mother (Sarah Paulson) wants to move to town. And when you get right down to it, everything Ellis does seems to be paralleling a story from the youth of Mud (Matthew McConaughey), a fugitive romantic hiding on an island, likely to drag Ellis and his friend Neckbone (Jacob Lofland) down with him because Ellis sees his own family falling apart and wants to pull something together.
Maybe that's the point, not often made quite so explicitly in coming-of-age movies: What you do as a child is wonderful and important, but would be dangerous and destructive as an adult, so Ellis has to go to the town and learn how society works, have his heart broken, and the like, rather than staying the same, because that direction leads to being Mud.
At any rate, writer/director Jeff Nichols does it very nicely. He's got a fine cast, whether they be stars (McConaughey, Reese Witherspoon), great character actors (Sam Shepard, Michael Shannon, Paulson), or perfectly-cast kids (Sheridan & Lofland). He connects his setting to them, and is able to balance the surreal nature of a boat in a tree with the practical question of fixing it and getting it in the water without ever hurting the strange beauty of the idea. The story gets better the more the audience thinks of it, even if it does hit my pet peeve of a climax being someone tripping and falling down, but other than that, it's an impressive little movie.
Jackie Brown
* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 7 June 2013 in the Brattle Theatre (QT Chronicles, 35mm)
Robert Forster had better send Quentin Tarantino a very nice Christmas present and card every year, because it's not difficult to imagine a parallel universe where he's got the dopey sidekick role and Robert De Niro is the co-star of the movie, rather than vice versa. It likely wouldn't have been as good - has De Niro ever been able to convey the sort of low-key, lived-in sincerity as Forster? - but you can easily see a studio wanting that, just looking at their star power at the time and the number of lines in the script for each.
Fortunately, it didn't go down that way (although I seem to recall that when it was still being called Rum Punch, Sylvester Stallone was attached to one of those roles; that might have been interesting). And it's kind of sad that Pam Grier didn't get the same sort of career boost Forster did - she's worked since then, sure, and maybe she's had better roles than I think because directors don't often think to cast someone like her in a role she can kill unless they're specifically making something for a black audience, which doesn't get in my face very often. It's sad because, for as much as this movie reminded people of how awesome the young blaxploitation star Pam Grier was, she was much more pin-up than actress then, which is not the case here. She's fantastic, an utter joy to watch as she brings Jackie from this low place to the point where the audience realizes that she is always the smartest person in the room - and gets some delight out of how she's discovering this.
Consider the film's opening scene, where she's standing still on an airport people-mover, then has to run to catch her flight. The credits run during that scene, so the audience really notices the odd rhythm of it, but still maybe doesn't quite make the connection to later in the movie, just before when everybody is trying to con each other, when Jackie is again walking right to left (unusual itself), but striding purposefully. She's the same woman, but her attitude has completely changed. It's a great example of the way Tarantino is playing this movie - laid-back, adopting Elmore Leonard's style in many ways, but with purpose. He gives himself enough time not to build Jackie, Max, Ordell, and company up as more than they are but to still make them individually interesting without giving them easy quirks.
Foxy Brown
* * ½ (out of four)
Seen 7 June 2013 in the Brattle Theatre (QT Chronicles, 35mm)
Huh - given how this movie is the one people usually bring up when talking about how awesome early-seventies Pam Grier was, I figured it came before Coffy, which was trying to recapture what made it work, when in fact it's the other way around. Now, neither of those movies are really good, but imagine what they'd be without Grier: Even if she isn't really much of an actress yet and is getting parts mostly based on her bust, she's still got the sort of charisma that makes a B movie more entertaining than it has any right to be.
This one isn't really good at all, and is downright ugly at times, both in how it treats its heroine and how bad the rest of the cast is. But it's got Grier as Foxy, who is fantastic as the stalwart heroine who is capable of anything that needs to be done once she's been roused from her hibernation. It's a better part than it might be; for all it's built as a woman using her sex appeal as her main weapon, it's just as much about her unwillingness to back down. And that's pretty great.
Kill Bill: Vol. 1
* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 9 June 2013 in Jay's Living Room (QT Chronicles, Blu-ray)
It seems like a strange thing to say about a movie that is so plainly built as a genre homage mash-up, but I kind of think that this is the movie where Quentin Tarantino became a great filmmaker. Oh, sure, he'd gotten a lot of praise for his screenplays before, and getting fine performances out of guys that nobody expected much from, but from the very start of this one, where Vivica A. Fox opens the door for Uma Thurman and they start wailing on each other, it's crazy action time, and that's great.
After all, before Kill Bill, Tarantino's films were known for their violence, sure, but it was always about how shocking it was - "holy crap, that came out of nowhere!" - bunch more about the fact of the violence than using action to let the audience understand these characters. But from that first great fight, we learn about the Bride not just from what she's willing to do, but the relentless way she does it. Same for Vernita, O-Ren, and all her henchmen. And while it's easy for critics to talk about how the strength of Tarantino is in his dialogue - that's the part that's obviously writing, and thus easy for them to understand - the fact that he is really starting to get the job done with movement and action here means that he's mastering an essential tool.
It's not always a smooth transition to being a more action-oriented filmmaker; there are times when his pop-culture-referencing dialogue is as unreal as it usually is, often mimicking the weaknesses of the movie's he's recreating, which doesn't quite work when you're trying to be fairly clever in other places. But, man, when this movie is on, it's on: It's hard to imagine a sequence that does a better job of pumping the audience up than the Bride's arrival in Tokyo, complete with model city, samurai swords openly displayed in the plane, brightly colored motorcycles, and the music from "Battle Without Honor or Humanity" on the soundtrack. And then you get a pretty darn amazing action scene after that, and the perfect cliffhanger.
I should watch this thing more often, whether I see Part II afterward or not.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Wish You Were Here
Originally, I was thinking of pairing this up with The Prey as sort of a de facto import thrillers double-feature, but the times didn't line up particularly well - it was the sort of situation where there's about an hour between movies, which isn't enough time to sit down to eat or do some shopping if you're going to give yourself any margin with the T - so they got pushed to separate days while the nice weather for sitting outside and reading got The Purge and Before Midnight pushed to "sometime later next week". It's fine, though; as it turns out, the two would have been more of a complementary double feature than a thematic one, with The Prey pretty much all action and plot while Wish You Were Here was much more a character piece. Heck, I'd argue that only one of the two thriller moments was successful.
Still, it wound up being a pretty good drama, and pulled off a nice balancing act in how it establishes this big set of unusual things happening before spending a bunch of time on a story that is much more conventional and domestic. It's the sort of thing that I usually don't like at all - why use a big canvas to tell a small story? - but it's pulled off unusually well here, in large part because the bigger-seeming story is never that far off.
It's also kind of fun to hear some of the actors with their actual Australian accents. Joel Edgerton is probably best known for an Aussie role (Animal Kingdom), but I'm not sure how much that was seen compared to The Great Gatsby or Zero Dark Thirty (or, hey, the Star Wars prequels). I get the feeling that he's going to be unfairly overlooked as a pretty great actor over the next few years because he does blend into his parts so seamlessly, no matter where he's working. Similarly, I saw and liked Teresa Palmer in Warm Bodies earlier this year, and it looks like she's done a fair amount of movies where she plays an American teenager lately, but she's ten times better as an Australian adult.
(It is amazing, though, how well Australian actors slip into playing Americans or Brits as necessary. I've heard it's mostly just a matter of exposure - they import a lot of US and UK media and thus develop an ear for all the various ways English can be spoken early - but when you think of all the high-profile American and English actors who can't blend in nealry so well, it's pretty amazing.)
Wish You Were Here
* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 9 June 2013 in Landmark Kendall Square #9 (first-run, DCP)
Wish You Were Here pulls off something of a neat trick, even if it doesn't always mean to: The filmmakers might not have anticipated Joel Edgerton and Teresa Palmer getting top billing Stateside (they've each put on North American accents in a few movies here) even though it's star and co-writer Felicity Price that has the spotlight for much of the movie, but the way they slide the focus over to another character deliberate and well-done. It makes for quite the satisfying little movie.
Things start off in Cambodia, mostly presented in as an opening-credit montage of two Australian couples on vacation: Dave (Edgerton) and his wife Alice (Price) are taking a quick break from their two kids along with Alice's younger sister Steph (Palmer) and her new boyfriend Jeremy (Antony Starr). When the movie reconnects with Dave & Alice back in Sydney, the fun times of just days ago seem completely forgotten; Jeremy has disappeared and Steph is coming back, feeling like there's nothing more she can do. And it's not long before Alice notices both her husband and her sister behaving strangely.
The question of Jeremy's disappearance is what supplies a fair amount of Wish You Were Here's tension, but Price and director/co-writer Kieran Darcy-Smith don't treat it as a traditional solvable mystery with clues and connections that the audience is going to be able to merge into an answer at roughly the same time as the characters. On a practical level, they can't - the evidence is all in Southeast Asia; what are they going to play detective with? So they find another set of screws to twist that could quite easily connect to the other story, and even if it's not quite clear how, it's dramatic enough on its own.
Full review on eFilmCritic.
Still, it wound up being a pretty good drama, and pulled off a nice balancing act in how it establishes this big set of unusual things happening before spending a bunch of time on a story that is much more conventional and domestic. It's the sort of thing that I usually don't like at all - why use a big canvas to tell a small story? - but it's pulled off unusually well here, in large part because the bigger-seeming story is never that far off.
It's also kind of fun to hear some of the actors with their actual Australian accents. Joel Edgerton is probably best known for an Aussie role (Animal Kingdom), but I'm not sure how much that was seen compared to The Great Gatsby or Zero Dark Thirty (or, hey, the Star Wars prequels). I get the feeling that he's going to be unfairly overlooked as a pretty great actor over the next few years because he does blend into his parts so seamlessly, no matter where he's working. Similarly, I saw and liked Teresa Palmer in Warm Bodies earlier this year, and it looks like she's done a fair amount of movies where she plays an American teenager lately, but she's ten times better as an Australian adult.
(It is amazing, though, how well Australian actors slip into playing Americans or Brits as necessary. I've heard it's mostly just a matter of exposure - they import a lot of US and UK media and thus develop an ear for all the various ways English can be spoken early - but when you think of all the high-profile American and English actors who can't blend in nealry so well, it's pretty amazing.)
Wish You Were Here
* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 9 June 2013 in Landmark Kendall Square #9 (first-run, DCP)
Wish You Were Here pulls off something of a neat trick, even if it doesn't always mean to: The filmmakers might not have anticipated Joel Edgerton and Teresa Palmer getting top billing Stateside (they've each put on North American accents in a few movies here) even though it's star and co-writer Felicity Price that has the spotlight for much of the movie, but the way they slide the focus over to another character deliberate and well-done. It makes for quite the satisfying little movie.
Things start off in Cambodia, mostly presented in as an opening-credit montage of two Australian couples on vacation: Dave (Edgerton) and his wife Alice (Price) are taking a quick break from their two kids along with Alice's younger sister Steph (Palmer) and her new boyfriend Jeremy (Antony Starr). When the movie reconnects with Dave & Alice back in Sydney, the fun times of just days ago seem completely forgotten; Jeremy has disappeared and Steph is coming back, feeling like there's nothing more she can do. And it's not long before Alice notices both her husband and her sister behaving strangely.
The question of Jeremy's disappearance is what supplies a fair amount of Wish You Were Here's tension, but Price and director/co-writer Kieran Darcy-Smith don't treat it as a traditional solvable mystery with clues and connections that the audience is going to be able to merge into an answer at roughly the same time as the characters. On a practical level, they can't - the evidence is all in Southeast Asia; what are they going to play detective with? So they find another set of screws to twist that could quite easily connect to the other story, and even if it's not quite clear how, it's dramatic enough on its own.
Full review on eFilmCritic.
Sunday, June 09, 2013
The Prey (La Proie)
What a random booking this was: A French thriller from 2011 (heck, it was actually released on French-language Canadian DVD over a year ago), somehow sneaking into a few theaters across the country (Box Office Mojo says five), and in Boston, it's not the boutique-ish place in Kendall Square, but the big AMC multiplex in Boston Common. Granted, that's sort of where it belongs - if it weren't in French, it would be seen as a pretty good thriller with plenty of running and jumping and shooting and fighting. But, for some reason, folks don't come out to see them; I think I even saw a couple of people walking out once subtitles started popping up.
Not that I initially connected it with subtitles; I was just thinking "really, guys, you need to hit the restroom now?" See enough foreign-language films as a matter of course, and it becomes easy to forget that a lot of people don't go for non-English-language movies. I don't blame them, really; Hollywood puts out more entertaining movies than most folks have time to watch, so why make things more difficult by having to deal with a foreign language or subtitles?
Well, here's the funny thing - as I noted a couple years ago, the French do this sort of mid-budget action thriller better than anyone else right now, and there's not really a whole lot like it out in theaters right now. Now You See Me would be the closest (it's directed by a French guy for what it's worth), but it's trying to be something bigger. Fast & Furious 6 is spiritually similar, but that's a nine-figure blockbuster (which shares a fight choreographer with The Prey). There's not a lot of actionout there right now that isn't looking to overwhelm you, and that makes The Prey hit the spot.
One other thing I recalled as a result of watching The Prey: This is the 20th anniversary year of The Fugitive (recalled by both this movie's "man-on-the-run" plot and seeing a bald, menacing Harrison Ford in the trailer for Paranoia). That movie deserves a theatrical re-release. No need to 3-D-ify it like Jurassic Park got, just find a relatively quiet weekend and put it out there. I mean, I suppose we'll see it here in five years when the Brattle does their annual reunion weekend shows, and I see Warner is putting an anniversary-edition Blu-ray out in September (necessary, as the BD/HD-DVD edition from a few years ago is not great), but I want to see it on the big screen again.
La Proie (The Prey)
* * * ¼ (out of four)
Seen 8 June 2013 in AMC Boston Common #3 (first-run, 4K DCP)
The Prey isn't a big summer blockbuster by American standards; for all I know, it wasn't a big deal when it played its native France as "La Proie" two years before its American release. It is a lean, mean, no-messing-around entry in the genre, and if you're not averse to people speaking French as they play a nifty game of cat-and-mouse, it's well worth checking to see if it popped up in your area.
Franck Adrien (Albert Dupontel) is in prison for bank robbery, and does not have many friends there: One of his partners-in-crime, Novick (Olivier Schneider), would really like to know where Franck hid the money; his cellmate Jean-Louis Maurel (Stéphane Debac) is in on molestation charges and his claims of innocence (backed up by his accuser recanting her testimony) give a bunch of prisoners and guards who want him beat to a pulp no compunctions about going through Franck to do it, as they don't like his attitude anyway. He does have a beautiful wife (Caterina Murino) and daughter (Jaïa Caltagirone) waiting for him on the outside, and has Maurel pass them a message on his release - which may not have been a good idea according to an obsessed detective (Sergi López). When Franck can't get Anna on the phone, he escapes, and the gendarmes put a crack team led by Claire Linné (Alice Taglioni) on his tail.
There are crime movies that are about examining the complexities of seemingly amoral characters who live by their own code, and there are ones where the characters are who they are in order to get the audience from confrontation to trap and back again. The Prey is unequivocally in the latter category; writers Laurent Turner & Luc Bossi and director Eric Valette don't quite feed one action scene straight into another, but while things will sometimes decelerate just enough for the characters to plot their next move, it almost never shows down enough for actual introspection. That can sometimes be looked at as a weakness, but it works here, in large part because Turner & Bossi have come up with a villainous master plan that is genuinely diabolical without getting stretched to the breaking point by the finale. Part of this is because they don't overcomplicate things, allowing characters to be opportunistic rather than anticipating specific details; part is just that French guys are not inclined to have something come out of nowhere to force them to pull their punches.
Full review on eFilmCritic.
Not that I initially connected it with subtitles; I was just thinking "really, guys, you need to hit the restroom now?" See enough foreign-language films as a matter of course, and it becomes easy to forget that a lot of people don't go for non-English-language movies. I don't blame them, really; Hollywood puts out more entertaining movies than most folks have time to watch, so why make things more difficult by having to deal with a foreign language or subtitles?
Well, here's the funny thing - as I noted a couple years ago, the French do this sort of mid-budget action thriller better than anyone else right now, and there's not really a whole lot like it out in theaters right now. Now You See Me would be the closest (it's directed by a French guy for what it's worth), but it's trying to be something bigger. Fast & Furious 6 is spiritually similar, but that's a nine-figure blockbuster (which shares a fight choreographer with The Prey). There's not a lot of actionout there right now that isn't looking to overwhelm you, and that makes The Prey hit the spot.
One other thing I recalled as a result of watching The Prey: This is the 20th anniversary year of The Fugitive (recalled by both this movie's "man-on-the-run" plot and seeing a bald, menacing Harrison Ford in the trailer for Paranoia). That movie deserves a theatrical re-release. No need to 3-D-ify it like Jurassic Park got, just find a relatively quiet weekend and put it out there. I mean, I suppose we'll see it here in five years when the Brattle does their annual reunion weekend shows, and I see Warner is putting an anniversary-edition Blu-ray out in September (necessary, as the BD/HD-DVD edition from a few years ago is not great), but I want to see it on the big screen again.
La Proie (The Prey)
* * * ¼ (out of four)
Seen 8 June 2013 in AMC Boston Common #3 (first-run, 4K DCP)
The Prey isn't a big summer blockbuster by American standards; for all I know, it wasn't a big deal when it played its native France as "La Proie" two years before its American release. It is a lean, mean, no-messing-around entry in the genre, and if you're not averse to people speaking French as they play a nifty game of cat-and-mouse, it's well worth checking to see if it popped up in your area.
Franck Adrien (Albert Dupontel) is in prison for bank robbery, and does not have many friends there: One of his partners-in-crime, Novick (Olivier Schneider), would really like to know where Franck hid the money; his cellmate Jean-Louis Maurel (Stéphane Debac) is in on molestation charges and his claims of innocence (backed up by his accuser recanting her testimony) give a bunch of prisoners and guards who want him beat to a pulp no compunctions about going through Franck to do it, as they don't like his attitude anyway. He does have a beautiful wife (Caterina Murino) and daughter (Jaïa Caltagirone) waiting for him on the outside, and has Maurel pass them a message on his release - which may not have been a good idea according to an obsessed detective (Sergi López). When Franck can't get Anna on the phone, he escapes, and the gendarmes put a crack team led by Claire Linné (Alice Taglioni) on his tail.
There are crime movies that are about examining the complexities of seemingly amoral characters who live by their own code, and there are ones where the characters are who they are in order to get the audience from confrontation to trap and back again. The Prey is unequivocally in the latter category; writers Laurent Turner & Luc Bossi and director Eric Valette don't quite feed one action scene straight into another, but while things will sometimes decelerate just enough for the characters to plot their next move, it almost never shows down enough for actual introspection. That can sometimes be looked at as a weakness, but it works here, in large part because Turner & Bossi have come up with a villainous master plan that is genuinely diabolical without getting stretched to the breaking point by the finale. Part of this is because they don't overcomplicate things, allowing characters to be opportunistic rather than anticipating specific details; part is just that French guys are not inclined to have something come out of nowhere to force them to pull their punches.
Full review on eFilmCritic.
Saturday, June 08, 2013
The Attack
A few weeks ago, you may recall, we had a bomb go off during the Boston Marathon. There was a manhunt, they shut the whole city down to catch the guys responsible. It was a big deal. Anyway, one of the more worrisome things I saw afterwards was people sharing a Facebook status (and sentiment) about not wanting there to be any press coverage of the trial, or why the ones responsible did it, because they didn't care about the motives, so don't give these people any more publicity.
I get the idea behind it, that giving murderers a platform is the exact opposite of how we should respond to that sort of crime, especially since that it is, on a certain level, what the criminals want. There is a very strong, and sensible, feeling that this sort of violence should not be a viable means to an end. But on the other side - if we're not open to learning what motivates an attack like that, what sort of feeling of otherwise being disenfranchised pushes someone to feel that this is the only way to make their feelings known, how are we making the world any better? It just leads to more escalation on the one side and a tighter, more authoritarian government on the other - and does anybody really want to live in a society built on intimidation?
That ran through my mind after watching The Attack. The groups in this movie have gone so far down that road that the ultimate message is that they simply can't understand each other, and any attempt to do so is treated as treacherous and threatening. Granted, it's not just ideological - I think Amin, the film's main character, is stunned and disgusted by how he is treated as a pariah for trying to save lives while a suicide bomber is venerated for killing children - but ultimately, I think this is what I find the most shaking about the movie and the reaction to the Marathon bombing: That we are so dug-in and worried about ceding any ground, so afraid of letting the other guy have any sort of victory, that we can't examine the world as it is and try to figure out what kind of changes can be made to prevent people from wanting to commit this sort of violence, rather than just using force to intercept it or, more often, try to capture and punish the perpetrators.
L'attentat (The Attack)
* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 4 June 2013 in the Regent Theatre (Gathr Preview Series, digital)
There have been a fair number of movies, books, and the like about terrorism over the years, but many, in their perfectly reasonable attempt to illuminate the phenomenon, ignore a simple truth: Most people just can't understand. This is a good thing - murder should be seen as aberrant! - but it can also be disquieting knowledge, and that's what gives the last act of The Attack (L'attentat) a fair amount of power.
The man about to come face to face with this idea is Amin Jaafari (Ali Suliman), an ethnically Palestinian but non-religious surgeon who lives and works in Tel Aviv. He receives an award for his outstanding work - the first Arab to be so honored - the day before an explosion at a cafe puts him to work saving lives. It's after that a personal bombshell hits him: One of the victims is his wife Siham (Reymond Amsalem), and her injuries are consistent with a suicide bomb. He cannot believe this is possible, and returns to his hometown of Nablus to find answers.
That search consumes the latter half of the movie, but the lead-up to it is somewhat interesting as well; co-writer and director Ziad Doueiri spends some time painting terror attacks and their aftermath not as commonplace, but as something akin to bad weather: Not an everyday occurrence or something you can predict, but there are systems in place and inconveniences you accept. There's not pure visceral horror in the far-off bang that Amin hears from the hospital roof, and while the Shin Bet guy who torments and interrogates him is unpleasant... Well, we may not approve even if we weren't relatively sure of Amin's innocence, but it's part of the landscape now. Doueiri could choose to push these events as horrific, but if he did, it might be taken as justification for what comes later. Instead, we're allowed to disapprove but still think we understand the world we live in.
Full review on eFilmCritic.
I get the idea behind it, that giving murderers a platform is the exact opposite of how we should respond to that sort of crime, especially since that it is, on a certain level, what the criminals want. There is a very strong, and sensible, feeling that this sort of violence should not be a viable means to an end. But on the other side - if we're not open to learning what motivates an attack like that, what sort of feeling of otherwise being disenfranchised pushes someone to feel that this is the only way to make their feelings known, how are we making the world any better? It just leads to more escalation on the one side and a tighter, more authoritarian government on the other - and does anybody really want to live in a society built on intimidation?
That ran through my mind after watching The Attack. The groups in this movie have gone so far down that road that the ultimate message is that they simply can't understand each other, and any attempt to do so is treated as treacherous and threatening. Granted, it's not just ideological - I think Amin, the film's main character, is stunned and disgusted by how he is treated as a pariah for trying to save lives while a suicide bomber is venerated for killing children - but ultimately, I think this is what I find the most shaking about the movie and the reaction to the Marathon bombing: That we are so dug-in and worried about ceding any ground, so afraid of letting the other guy have any sort of victory, that we can't examine the world as it is and try to figure out what kind of changes can be made to prevent people from wanting to commit this sort of violence, rather than just using force to intercept it or, more often, try to capture and punish the perpetrators.
L'attentat (The Attack)
* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 4 June 2013 in the Regent Theatre (Gathr Preview Series, digital)
There have been a fair number of movies, books, and the like about terrorism over the years, but many, in their perfectly reasonable attempt to illuminate the phenomenon, ignore a simple truth: Most people just can't understand. This is a good thing - murder should be seen as aberrant! - but it can also be disquieting knowledge, and that's what gives the last act of The Attack (L'attentat) a fair amount of power.
The man about to come face to face with this idea is Amin Jaafari (Ali Suliman), an ethnically Palestinian but non-religious surgeon who lives and works in Tel Aviv. He receives an award for his outstanding work - the first Arab to be so honored - the day before an explosion at a cafe puts him to work saving lives. It's after that a personal bombshell hits him: One of the victims is his wife Siham (Reymond Amsalem), and her injuries are consistent with a suicide bomb. He cannot believe this is possible, and returns to his hometown of Nablus to find answers.
That search consumes the latter half of the movie, but the lead-up to it is somewhat interesting as well; co-writer and director Ziad Doueiri spends some time painting terror attacks and their aftermath not as commonplace, but as something akin to bad weather: Not an everyday occurrence or something you can predict, but there are systems in place and inconveniences you accept. There's not pure visceral horror in the far-off bang that Amin hears from the hospital roof, and while the Shin Bet guy who torments and interrogates him is unpleasant... Well, we may not approve even if we weren't relatively sure of Amin's innocence, but it's part of the landscape now. Doueiri could choose to push these events as horrific, but if he did, it might be taken as justification for what comes later. Instead, we're allowed to disapprove but still think we understand the world we live in.
Full review on eFilmCritic.
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