Monday, July 22, 2013

The Fantasia Daily, 2013.03 (20 July 2013): Evangelion 3.0, Rurouni Kenshin, Confession of Murder, It's Me, It's Me & Frankenstein's Army

Sorry for the lateness. A combination of falling asleep, well, before I'd even left my last movie, but certainly as soon as I got back to the apartment; a relatively early start on Sunday, and my laptop's network connection starting to become extremely unreliable led to no time to post then. I think I've figured out a way to get the most of the mess the situation is in, but it's going to slow things down a bit.

Not a particularly great day, I guess; I think Rurouni Kenshin is the movie out of the five I saw that I can most readily recommend, but most of the rest were at least interesting. Yeah, even Evangelion 3.0, even though I'll probably see the fourth more to say I made it through the series as any real enthusiasm

Satoshi Miki & company

Satoshi Miki (the snappy dresser in the center) was there to introduce and face interrogation for It's Me, It's Me, and I wish I could say I liked his movie a bit more. It's got a clever idea but I don't think it's particularly deep; rather, it's the sort of movie where you can see the potential for a great metaphor and wind up rushing to fill it in beyond what's actually presented, while the filmmaker sees the metaphor and thinks it can substitute for the actual clockwork needed to make a story run. A shame, because I really liked Adrift in Tokyo (I'll probably pick it up at the concession stand where they're selling off what is likely the last of Evokative Films's stock), and wanted him to hit it out of the park.

Miki's an outgoing, excitable guy on stage, at least, and in some ways, I was kind of glad during the Q&A that my Japanese and French are as bad as they are: I am reasonably sure that he stated that he wanted his next project to be about Gamera either attacking or hatching from Montreal's Stade Olympique, and am not sure that knowing the details would make it more enjoyable.

After It's Me, It's Me, I opted to get some food rather than see V/H/S/2 again, and while it was a good idea on the "I'm hungry" front, it gave me a long wait for Frankenstein's Army at midnight, and I didn't get through that very well at all; the combination of being full of food and having time to shut down was deadly. On the other hand, I did see that Mr. Steer has been spiffed up a bit. It's still basically a diner, but it seems a bit nicer. Most importantly, they may still have Montreal's best basic burger. There are lots of spots with fancier toppings, but the actual ground beef there is the best.


Evangerion shin gekijôban: Kyu (Evangelion 3.0: You Can (Not) Redo)

* * (out of four)
Seen 20 July 2013 in le Cinéma Impérial (Fantasia Festival AXIS, DCP)

Neon Genesis Evangelion has been a manga. It's been a TV series. And now, three quarters of the way through the "Rebuild of Evangelion" film series, I can't help but wonder: When are the folks involved going to create a version that lives up to their impressive ambition by telling the story clearly and well?

It's been fourteen years since the events of Evangelion 2.0, although Shinji Ikari (voice of Megumi Ogata) has missed them, orbiting the Earth in a sort of stasis. His former teammate, Asuka Shikinami (voice of Yuko Miyamura), retrieves him, but things have changed - Asuka and Misato Katsuragi (voice of Kotono MItsuishi) are now part of "Wille", a convoy of survivors running from NERV in the hopes of finding what they need to fight back. Things are different at Ikari's father Gendo's organization, too - the friend Shinji risked his life to rescue, Rei Ayanami (voice of Megumi Hayashibara) is replaced by a hollow, soulless clone, and Gendo (voice of Fumihiko Tachiki) means for his son and new EVA pilot Kaworu Nagisa (voice of Akira Ishida) to retrieve two massive spears of incredible power for reasons that are, as always, mystical and mysterious.

Well, maybe not mysterious to the longtime fans that this series is, in large part, made for (although the storyline is supposedly departing from the source material here). While it's coming into a bit more focus for the rest of us, there is still a lot of reliance on Capitalization Without Explanation in the subtitles (even not knowing Japanese, one can hear these vague concepts as proper nouns in the dialog). To be completely fair to You Can (Not) Redo, one can get the basic gist without the mythology - teen hero wakes up in [even more] dystopian future, finds friends in opposition to each other, is convinced to use his special skills on import mission. One's eyes may glaze in between, but the idea is simple enough and the post-apocalyptic setting reduces the number of weird tonal shifts drastically - no comic-relief penguins or secret identities, and the tight jumpsuits aren't quite the fanservice that was jarring in a property that wants itself to be taken so very seriously.

This streamlining doesn't help with the gigantic problem with the story: Shinji is every type of idiot he can be - slow on the uptake, gullible as a toddler, and not exactly decisive. Sure, the folks who went a heck of a great distance out of their way to get him back don't exactly overburden him with the information he needs to make good decisions, but would it help? It can be hard to tell whether things are nonsensical or just confusing because series mastermind Hideaki Anno is trying to cram a lot of story into relatively little time, and even for the penultimate film of a series, the end leaves the audience in a passive, unsettled place.

Even the animation - generally a high point for the franchise - is somewhat disappointing. Oh, it's terrific in spots; the opening sequence with Asuka blasting into orbit is thrilling, for instance, and some of the CGI effects impress. The character animation is all over the place, though; Asuka's features deform in way other faces don't, and some supporting characters seem to have been created in a completely different style. The scale of the EVA mechs and their enemies doesn't always come across, and the level of detail just isn't up to the series's previous standards.

The occasional roughness makes me wonder if the previous features were found to not have an audience beyond the core fanbase, causing the producers to scale the budget back on this newest entry. A bit of a shame, if so - the eye-popping animation is the only part that appeals to everybody. There's still enough of interest to get me to see the conclusion when it is released - hey, I've come this far - but on the whole, the series is shaping up to be something of a mess.

(Probably dead) link to review at EFC.

Rurouni Kenshin

* * * ¼ (out of four)
Seen 20 July 2013 in le Cinéma Impérial (Fantasia Festival Action!, 35mm)

Rurouni Kenshin is a comic-book movie, not just in the sense that it's adapted from a popular manga, but in how it both aims to introduce a lot of favorite elements and tell the story that best reflects the core of the character. Don't knock this - it's made some crowd-pleasing movies in the last few years, and Rurouni Kenshin does all right even for those not at all familiar with the source (sometimes known as "Samurai X" in North America).

In 1868, as the time of the samurai was coming to its end, one of the class's most lethal young assassins, "Battosai", threw down his sword, tired of killing. Ten years later, he wanders the land under the name Kenshin Himura (Takeru Sato), carrying a backward-bladed sword. As he arrives in Tokyo, Kanryu Takeda (Teruyuki Kagawa) is consolidating his hold both in legitimate shipping and opium - including a highly poetent variety developed by Megumi Takani (Yu Aoi). Kaoru Kamiya (Emi Takei) and her family's dojo are the ones standing most directly in Takeda's path, and even a legendary swordsman might not be enough to stand against Takeda's men and weapons.

There's also good-natured street fighter Sanosuke Sagara (Munetaka Aoki) and orphan Tahiko Myojin (Taketo Tanaka), all the better to form a surrogate family with. That's the go-to storyline for any story featuring a wandering hero, and while Rurouni Kenshin will occasionally give this a bit of emphasis, it's more overtly about Kenshin's desire to put his past as a killer behind him and his belief that it's impossible, making him unsuitable for anyone. And since the villains worship him for his prowess as a killer and many of Takeda's crew is highly Westernized, there's a fair amount of the franchise's appeal being touched upon, and while the net sometimes seems to be cast a bit wide, what it's catching is solid material.

Another likely part of the appeal is the action; a samurai story with such specific emphasis on the types of weapons used is under a lot of pressure to do this well and both director Keishi Otomo and action choreographer Kenji Tanigaki come through. Tanigaki has worked much of his career in Hong Kong, and in many ways the swordfights resemble that region's action cinema as much as traditional samurai films, with extended exchanges that are quick but still quite clear. The filmmakers frequently opt to go big, as well, from Sagara's massive bludgeon (made to take down horses) and Takeda's new toy to having to face either an army of thugs - tough, when killing is off the table - or one with supernatural abilities. Otomo and company can play the action as either harsh or fun without missing a beat.

The general sense of fun comes from the characters; as with any ongoing series worth its salt, there's a large ensemble that audiences enjoy hanging around with. Yu Aoi and Munetaka Aoki are particularly good in terms of making supporting characters that are more fun than they have to be - Aoki and, I think, Genki Sudo crack viewers up mid-fight scene, while Aoi makes Megumi modern and witty without seeming anachronistic. In fact, the weak link may be that Sato makes Kenshin come across as maybe too pleasant at times; despite the X-shaped scar placed on his cheek and solemnly delivered exposition, it sometimes seems like he can't help but be a charismatic young movie star, with a smile that comes across as much too carefree. He can sell angry and looks good in the fight scenes, but cheerful seems to come much more naturally than tortured.

But then, that's what the people making this movie seem to be going for - a highly polished action/adventure with entertainment valued over realism or complexity. That's fine; it delivers those goods well and never puts itself in a position where not going dark leads to disappointment or disbelief. It's a comic-book movie, but the filmmakers know how to make a good one.

(Probably dead) link to review at EFC.

Naega Salinbeomida (Confession of Murder)

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 20 July 2013 in le Cinéma Impérial (Fantasia Festival, DCP)

If movies were graded on a strict plus-minus system, Confession of Murder would grade out as average; it's packed full of silly and unbelievable plotting and twists along with a feeling of missed opportunities with its media satire, and a few good action scenes don't necessarily make up for that. What that doesn't necessarily take into account is that this movie is most fun when it's at its most insane.

The first insane part, perhaps, is that South Korea has a statute of limitations on murder. Why would you have that? It does, though, fifteen years as of 2005, when the case of a serial killer of ten women - one that particularly tormented detective Choi Hyung-goo (Jung Jae-young), leaving him with scars literal and physical - was dropped. Two years later, Lee Doo-suk (Park Si-hoo) publishes I Am the Murderer, confessing to his crimes in great detail. Handsome, telegenic, and superficially sincere in his desire to make amends, Doo-suk is an instant celebrity, which maddens Choi no end, especially since the book doesn't reveal the location of the last body. Also livid - the families of the victims. And there's no time limit on wanting revenge.

There's a smart, subversive satire of a movie about celebrity culture, equal protection under the law, and the reality of the modern media to be made from that premise. Occasionally, writer/director Jung Byoung-gil decides that he's going to be the one to make it, and whenever he does, Confession of Murder sinks like a stone. It's just strange to have a movie that plays on how screwy people get about celebrities set five years ago - did it get less ridiculous in the Republic of Korea between 2007 and 2012? Jung is also too happy to play into cop-movie tropes to be credible in talking about law enforcement's role in society but also a little too dry when dealing with the media. That part is absurd enough in its way, but far too restrained.

The family of the victims, however, has no such issue. There's pitch-black comedy in their attempts to get revenge - many of them involving snakes and crossbows, because a couple of them happen to have those as a hobby - including a great big car chase involving Choi, a stolen ambulance, and Lee's personal security that could come straight out of an Indiana Jones movie from the way everyone is jumping from one vehicle to another. Every time this movie threatens to be become serious, there's some over-the-top bit of action or comedy or plot twist that makes one laugh. The script will cause a lot of rolling of eyes; for all that it does a good job of hiding some things that the last act will need in plain sight, it holds out other information rather unfairly. Still, the better moments push things toward the positive side of the ledger.

Because writer/director Jung is holding some things back, not all of the cast really gets to shine. Park Si-hoo, for instance, never really gets to show the charisma that Doo-suk must have in order for this story to work, just coming off as good-looking but over-polished. His blandness does make the rumpled anger Jung Jae-young gives Choi a lot more fun in contrast; the actor makes the character a great center of the movie, even if the whole plot does center around him being kind of ineffective. The family members do some crazy stuff, but only one of them - Kim Young-ae as the missing victim's mother - really commands the screen throughout. Things do loosen up as the climax draws nearer, which allows Park Si-hoo and Jung Hae-kyun (playing another one of the aggrieved) to cut loose.

To Jung Byoung-gil's credit, the movie never feels like it's treading water until the last act or just throwing out distractions, a situation to which this sort of thriller can all too often fall victim. It avoids that in part by being ludicrous, but it's more often the go-for-broke fun kid of nuts than the stupid variety, and that scores it a lot of points.

(Probably dead) link to review at EFC.

Ore, Ore (It's Me, It's Me)

* * ¼ (out of four)
Seen 20 July 2013 in le Cinéma Impérial (Fantasia Festival Camera Lucida, HD)

There's clear intent to make a clever movie in It's Me, It's Me, from the opening shots of identical buildings, insistent posters about a rat infestation, and other bits that tie into the high concept of a young man multiplying across the city which seem to have started with some form of identity theft. Unfortunately, screenwriter/director Satoshi Miki stumbles putting the strange concepts together, and the movie has a hard time becoming more than a set of well-executed moments.

The young man in question is Hitoshi Nagano (Kazuya Kamenashi), one of those anonymous protagonists who starts out pondering a jump from a bridge because there doesn't seem to be much chance of life offering a better alternative. Instead, he goes to a restaurant and takes off with the phone of one Daiki Hiyama - a salaryman about his age who placed it on Hitoshi's tray because he didn't notice Hitoshi was there - eventually running a scam on the man's mother, but when he feels guilty and attempts to return the money, Daiki's mother (Keiko Takahashi) recognizes him as her son. Then, when he goes to see his own mother (Midoriko Kimura), there's someone visiting who looks exactly like him! Hitoshi and Daiki find another guy with their face, student Nao Motoyama, and soon it seems like other people are becoming Hitoshi as well. As he starts spending more time with Daiki and Nao, he also finds himself flirting with Sayaka (Yuki Uchida), a married customer at the store where he sells cameras.

Throughout the movie, Miki seem to be poking at the idea of urban anonymity and/or how having a group of friends that are just like oneself is seductive but ultimately unrewarding. He and original novelist Tomoyuki Hoshino have certainly found an interesting way to make these concepts literal, but I'm not sure it's much more than a clever idea. What is Miki really saying about swarms of people becoming effectively interchangeable? That eventually the delight of finding someone who gets you can be diluted to the point where a person can suddenly feel anonymous again? That (perhaps as a result) it's a thing that leads to cutthroat competition? Is it all a reference for him giving up his dream of being a photographer and working in a big-box store (it's worth noting that the best thing to happen in his life comes from Sayaka wanting him to take pictures)? Maybe, although the presentation of it is so fantastical and fuzzy that it's hard for the metaphor to really shine through.

That's in part because the mechanism for the change and the details of it are too mysterious; aside from the initial identity-theft situation seeming sort of backwards, it's often not quite clear whether the new Hitoshis remember their old lives or not. The evolution into a sort of thriller in the second half as the population of duplicates gets out of control and starts getting culled has similar issues. It's a sharp turn about two-thirds of the way through the movie that may take a fair amount of post-viewing rationalization to seem to be about themes or plot machinations, rather than one of several sketched-out ideas that Miki and the original novelist played with until they couldn't find anywhere else to go.

The story's meandering does not mean that the viewer should overlook the impressive work by Kazuya Kamenashi, a pop singer playing the lead role(s) with style; there's just enough similarity and difference between the various versions of Hitoshi to make the situation interesting regardless of the story's weaknesses. He also makes Hitoshi-prime (or at least, the guy we assume is the original Hitoshi Nagano) an amiable enough character, much more likable and fully-realized than this sort of sad-sack could seem to be otherwise. A lot of the most memorable moments have Kamenashi playing against himself, but there's a nice supporting cast when one is necessary - Ryo Kase, Ryu Nakatani, and especially Eri Fuse bounce off him well as his co-workers, for instance. Yuki Uchida makes for a fun and unusual love interest - a little older and thus with her enthusiastic infatuation a little tempered; she's got her own story that intersects with Hitoshi's but isn't completely subservient to it.

Still, a lot of the appeal is watching multiple Hitoshis play off each other, and Miki and company have a good time sewing the effects together - the interactions between the Hitoshis are occasionally more showy than seamless, but those are funny moments. For a movie that doesn't look particularly slick - much of it seems to take place in the same sort of lower-middle-class neighborhoods as Miki's wonderful Adrift in Tokyo - there's a lot of attention to detail in the production, whether in the invisible visual effects or the parallel story that the posters detailing a rodent problem in the background seem to tell. Miki's a talented-enough director that every scene, at least, seems to fit together as a unit, even if the whole becomes shaky.

Less shaky than I originally thought, though - writing this almost a month after seeing the movie, it seems to be much richer and well-considered than it did at the time. I somewhat doubt that different circumstances would make it a more immediately entertaining movie, but there's certainly at least enough interesting elements on the surface to make it worth digging into.

(Probably dead) link to original review at EFC.

Frankenstein's Army

N/A (out of four)
Seen 20 July 2013 in le Cinéma Impérial (Fantasia Festival, DCP)

I have to admit - I was in and out of this one from close to the start, just not ready for midnights yet. And while it's sometimes possible to get the gist of a movie even when missing a few minutes here and there, the found-footage nature of this one made it feel like it was jumping around even more. I completely missed the introduction of this movie's Frankenstein descendant, and the second half just seemed like random monster encounters.

Though, to be fair, those were some great old-school monsters, industrial looking and nasty. I'll almost certainly give this another look if it plays the Brattle or Coolidge on its way to video/VOD... I just hope it's at 9:30 or so instead of midnight!

Saturday, July 20, 2013

The Fantasia Daily, 2013.02 (19 July 2013): Drug War & Lesson of the Evil

What's there to say here? A Johnnie To movie, and a Takashi Miike movie. Maybe not quite the platonic ideal of a Fantasia day - there'd have to be some animation, some martial arts, and something awesome from a country that you didn't even realize made movies - but those are two of the marquee names that bring me out to Asian/genre festivals, and it makes for a heck of a double feature.

Fun fact that maybe needs checking: The introduction to Lesson of the Evil stated a couple interesting things, that they were the first to play Miike in North America, and that there have been two Miike movies at every edition of the festival since. I could swear there was just one at a festival a few years ago, when he was slowing down a bit to do some bigger-budgeted stuff, but maybe I missed something. Still, that's crazy production from Miike, even if Thursday's Shield of Straw is a lot better than Lesson of the Evil. Give him credit for quickly making new movies, even if they aren't always impressive, when other directors seem to go years trying to find the right next project.

Yesterday was a quick day - I more or less opted to finish all the writing that I'd intended to do on the bus before getting to the first blog post, especially since I awoke to thunder and figured I might be better off not getting caught in one of the thunderstorms that seemed to come out of nowhere. Dropped the temperature down to bearable, though. I ate terribly, though - a Dr. Pepper and an ice cream sandwich for lunch (when it was still really hot) and the traditional Oh Henry and Pepsi (no Max at the concession stand yesterday) during the movies. I didn't stick around for Samurai Cop, because I did that in March and didn't find it to be such a guilty pleasure that I had to do it again.

Anyway, today's plan is Evangelion 3.0, Rurouni Kenshi, Confession of Murder, It's Me, It's Me, and Frankenstein's Army, all at the Imperial. I'll probably break for a late dinner at 9:30ish, as I don't really need to see V/H/S/2 again. I'm the guy in the IFFBoston t-shirt with the ViewMaster design.

Now to just take a moment to find a Wikipedia entry to catch me up on what happened in Evangelion 2.0 before heading out.

Du zhan (Drug War)

* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 19 July 2013 in le Cinéma Impérial (Fantasia Festival, DCP)

"Procedural" gets thrown around like it's a dirty word when discussing crime dramas, but it needn't be; in the right hands, it can be a fantastic way to produce taut suspense with the melodrama drained away, while sneakily allowing the cast to create interesting characters without showy theatrics. And as anybody who has been watching genre film for the past couple decades can tell you, Johnnie To has the right hands, with Drug War a fine example of what he can do.

While Captain Zhang Lei (Sun Honglei) and his team are busting a group of drug smugglers at a Jin Hai toll booth, a crystal meth factory belonging to Timmy Choi (Louis Koo) explodes, leaving him temporarily disoriented enough to crash his car. After an aborted escape attempt, he surrenders to Zhang - and since 50 grams of meth can get you the death sentence in China and he processes it by the ton, it behooves him to start talking.

And from there, To and a group of four writers (including frequent collaborator Wai Ka-fai) just keep moving on to the next steps in a quickly-mounted sting operation, injecting themselves into meetings with potential distributor Haha (Hao Ping) and drug lords like Bill Li (Li Zhenqi) and his nephew Chang (Tan Kai), through which they discover other targets of opportunity. Unspoken but obvious is that the anti-drug squad's moves have to be made quickly, lest their targets find out that Timmy is working with them, and this mostly-unspoken circumstance allows To and company to steadily move from one situation to the next without worrying much about transitions or much in the way of subplots. The effect is almost that of a story being played out in real time, with no moments to step back and regroup, although To and editors Allen Leung & David M. Richardson are able to make sure the audience feels the passage of time as the sun goes down or comes up, or signs of fatigue show up in the characters' body language.

Full review at EFC.

Aku no Kyoten (Lesson of theEvil)

* * ¼ (out of four)
Seen 19 July 2013 in le Cinéma Impérial (Fantasia Festiva, HD)

The late Roger Ebert would use the phrase "dead teenager movie" dismissively, probably with the intention of getting horror fans riled up half the time. And while it's not great form to glibly dismiss an entire genre, sometimes it serves up a movie like Lesson of the Evil (Aku no Kyoten), which seems to have very little purpose but to generate dead teenagers.

Well, it does also give Hideaki Ito a chance to show off a bit. Ito plays Siji Hasumi, the most handsome, popular teacher at a Tokyo high school who is also a homicidal maniac, and he puts the charm to work. The script calls for him to smile wide, tousle students' hair, and otherwise be friendly even once the audience has been made aware of how unhinged he is, and it's to his credit that he doesn't overplay his hand - he shifts down to merely easygoing when necessary and believably blends in because he doesn't overdo being cheerful at the wrong times. Of course, "the wrong times" doesn't include when he's actually committing crimes, part of what makes the movie sneakily fun to watch is that Hasumi enjoys murder the way other people enjoy pick-up basketball.

Such a big character is almost guaranteed to overshadow a great many of his co-stars, though, and that's very much the case here: There are dozens of teenage characters for him to go through, some of who serve rather similar functions, and none of the jump out as worthy adversaries or interesting counterpoints or even exactly likable enough that the viewer will get riled up about seeing that particular kid in danger. At times Miike (who also adapted the screenplay from Yusuki Kishi's novel) goes the serial-protagonist route a la Psycho, but none of the kids have what it takes to make "will this guy be the one to figure things out?" compelling, although Mitsuru Fukikoshi makes a good run with a teacher who is as naturally off-putting as Ito is charismatic.

Full review at EFC.

Friday, July 19, 2013

The Fantasia Daily, 2013.01 (18 July 2013): Shield of Straw

The Imperial Exterior

Welcome to the Cinema Imperial, where I'll be spending much of the next three weeks. I hope to get some pictures of the inside added soon, because it is really a nice looking place to see a movie - the comfy seats, especially compared to what we've dealt with in Hall, help immensely too.

Getting up here went shockingly smoothly this year - I arrived at South Station just in time to catch my bus at 7am, and was in fact quite surprised when I got to White River Junction and it wasn't time to buy some lunch at McDonald's, like it was in previous years when I messed up and had to take the 9:30am bus. Being on time messes me up, apparently. I then found my sublet, got things set up, and headed down to Concordia to pick up my media pass. I'll be taking the Metro for that trip in the future; it's not quite so crazy hot here as it was in Boston, but I wound up sweating a lot. I managed to get the last ticket for Shield of Straw when I made it to the Imperial - as in, if I had a date, I'd be out of luck. Yay being single!

I didn't get to see The Conjuring - that was good and sold out - but I was ready to drop when I got back to the apartment anyway.

Sorry for the brevity here, but Drug War starts in a little more than a half hour, and I see things being crowded. If you're here and spot the guy in cargo shorts, a press pass, and a Red Sox t-shirt (large "B" on front, socks on back) at Drug War or Lesson of the Evil, say hi!

Wara no Tate (Shield of Straw)

* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 18 July 2013 in le Cinéma Impérial (Fantasia Festival Opening Night, HD)

I thought I'd seen it all from Takashi Miike - for a guy who started out doing quick, strange, direct-to-video crime movies, he's certainly seemed to do have done everything, from gross-out horror to whimsical adaptations of popular children's cartoons. Shield of Straw, though, checks off something I can't believe I'd missed: Great big mainstream contemporary thriller. And while not a whole lot of Miike oddity shows up, there's a startlingly smart, relevant story underneath the high concept.

A young girl has been found raped and murdered; DNA testing shows the culprit is almost certain to be repeat offender Kunihide Kiyomaru (Tatsuya Fujiwara). When he disappears, the girl's grandfather - old and extremely wealthy industrialist Takaoki Ninagawa (Tsutomu Yamazaki) offers a billion yen bounty (roughly ten million dollars) to anyone who kills Kiyomaru if they are found guilty in a court of law. Kiyomaru turns himself in, suddenly finding his hiding place unsafe, and two top members of the Security Police - widower Kazuki Mekari (Takao Osawa) and single mother Atsuko Shiraiwa (Nanako Matsushima) are assigned to assist detectives Takeshi Okumura (Goro Kishitani), Masataka Kanbashi (Kento Nagayama), and Kenji Sekiya (Masato Ibu) in transporting him back. But that bounty is so huge that not just civilians, but trained police officers will be tempted - possibly including someone within their group.

If this (or the novel it's based upon, Kazuhiro Kiuchi's Wara no Tate) isn't soon optioned for an American remake, then all of Hollywood is asleep at the wheel. Oh, it should absolutely play America as-is, hopefully in theaters rather than just video on-demand, but in a country having constant debates about the rights of accused criminals and terrorists and where a significant portion of the population is armed and espousing, if not vigilante justice, being proactive with their firearms... Well, you could adapt this into something just as pointed as it is thrilling. What Kiuchi has done is take a responsibility usually spouted by defense attorneys - that they are defending the system, if not the very idea of the very rule of law, as much as they are representing their distasteful clients - and transfer it to men of action. It makes an easily-dismissed concept into something concrete, as well as the chaos that would result if this principle was not upheld. Miike and screenwriter Tamio Hayashi get that out there early, but don't push it too hard at the time and never have the characters speechify about it later (lots of "it's my job", though), letting the idea hang over the action without overwhelming it.

Full review at EFC.

Next Week in Tickets: Films playing Boston 19 July - 25 July 2013

Since I'm not actually in Boston for the next few weeks and I write this in part to make my own plans... Well, let's make this quick, no matter how many things are opening back home:

  • First (literally, as I missed that it would be opening Wednesday) is Turbo, the second movie to come from DreamWorks animation this year (after The Croods) and the second kids' movie to feature talking snails (after Epic). In this one, a snail who loves auto racing somehow becomes part racecar and competes in the Indy 500. Not sure how that works, but it's got fun voices and looks cute. It plays the Capitol, Apple, Fenway, and Boston Common, generally alternating 2D and 3D shows.

    Two movies based on comic books open up: Red 2, like Red before it, takes a fairly basic idea from the Warren Ellis/Cully Hamner miniseries that inspired it, but that worked before and this one adds Anthony Hopkins, Catherine Zeta-Jones, and Lee Byun-hun to the crew of Bruce Willis, John Malkovich, Helen Mirren, and Mary-Louise Parker; I gather that Red 3 is already in the works in part because there are a lot of older actors who'd like to be in this sort of movie again but don't really see themselves as Expendables people. This one plays the Capitol, Apple, Boston Common, Fenway, and the SuperLux. The other comic-inspired movie is RIPD, in which cops who fell in the line of duty (Jeff Bridges & Ryan Reynolds) battle escaped spirits. The previews have a Men In Black vibe to them, although the reviews have been scathing. Fun fact: While the movie shot in Boston, members of the crew went to my regular comic shop, the Million Year Picnic, to pick up reference material. It plays in 2D and 3D at the Somerville, Apple, Fenway, Boston Common, and the SuperLux.

    Getting surprisingly great reviews? The Conjuring, a "true" ghost story involving the team of paranormal investigators that later be best-known for the Amityville hauntings. It was sold out at Fantasia last night and appears to have gotten an R rating for sheer intensity despite director James Wan's intentions of making something teen-friendly. It plays Boston Common, Fenway, Apple, and the SuperLux. In addition, Boston Common also opens Girl Most Likely and has $3 screenings of Olympus Has Fallen at 10pm starting on Monday.
  • Kendall Square also gets Girl Most Likely, which stars Kristen Wiig as a playwright who was briefly big news but is now returning home as her life an career falls apart. Her family, you won't be surprised to learn, is eccentric! They're also opening Born to Royalty at 7pm on Wednesday. The latter, from BBC Films, is a documentary on recent royal babies.
  • Somewhat surprisingly, The Coolidge is the only place opening Only God Forgives, the new action film that reunites director Nicolas Winding Refn and star Ryan Gosling, in what is apparently an insanely over-the-top action flick, saying something from the guys who made Drive. Maybe because it's doing the simultaneous VOD release; maybe because Kristen Scott Thomas is going over the top too. It splits time between the screening room and the bigger houses, although Drive itself will be playing midnights in 35mm on the big screen this Friday (tonight) and Saturday.

    After a run of the remake a few weeks ago, the original 1980 William Lustig Maniac will also play those midnights Friday & Saturday as part of the "New York City Psychos" series, which got a great write-up online this week, with part of the greatness being the successfully trolled New Yorker in the comments. It plays in 35mm, as will Monday night's Big Screen Classic, 2001: A Space Odyssey. The last time Kubrick's great, mind-blowing sci-fi movie had a booking in Boston, it was digital, so see it shown right.
  • This weekend, the Brattle Theatre has Big Star: Nothing Can Hurt Me & V/H/S/2 as the Weekend Special Engagement part of the "vertical" schedule. The former is a documentary on a Memphis band which is one of the claimants to the title of "best/most important rock group you've never heard of"; the latter is a first-person horror anthology that is better than the film which spawned it in almost every way. Both play from digital sources Friday to Monday, with V/H/S/2 at 9:30 and Big Star taking the rest of the schedule.

    Well, except on Monday, when there's a 4pm matinee of Birdman of Alcatraz as part of the Burt Lancaster Centennial. If you can't leave work early, don't fret; it also plays at 7pm on Tuesday as a double feature with The Killers (both in 35mm). Wednesday's "Recent Raves" is Beyond the Hills, a slow-burner from Cristian Mungiu about two young friends whose reunion at a rural monastery goes horribly wrong. Thursday is Shintoho Films day, featuring the "ghost" part of "Guns, Girls & Ghosts" with a double feature of Ghost Story of Yotsuya and Ghost Cat of Otama Pond
  • The Harvard Film Archive joins in the Burt Lancaster Centennial, playing Sweet Smell of Success Friday at 7pm, Brute Force Saturday at 9pm, and The Rose Tattoo Sunday at 4:30pm. In between, there's more of The Complete Alfred Hitchcock. Hitchcock Nine films include The Pleasure Garden (Saturday 7pm), The Farmer's Wife (Monday 7pm), and Easy Virtue (Thursday 7pm). Talkies include Rope (Friday 9pm) and a Sunday evening double feature of the sound version of Blackmail & Juno and the Paycock, his second sound feature.
  • Third Saturday of the month means All Things Horror has a screening in the micro-cinema at the Somerville Theatre, this month featuring A Measure of the Sin, a 16mm-shot psychological horror movie about women kept hidden in the house of a sadistic master. Tiny theater, so buy ahead of time or get there will before the shorts start at 8pm. Cinema Slumber Party has a more conventional bit of horror that night, showing Larry Fessenden's latest, Beneath at midnight. It's not the main midnight show, though, as Pitch Perfect gets the main screen on both Friday and Saturday nights (and it really does seem like a perfect midnight movie of the singing-along stripe). The $2 DisneyNature series takes a break this week.

    The Capitol continues John Hughes movies on the night shift of "Summer Rewind" this weekend, with Ferris Bueller's Day Off playing at 10:30pm on Friday and Saturday; the original Ralph Macchio/Nukiyori "Pat" Morita version of The Karate Kid plays at 11am on Saturday and Sunday.

    Apple Cinemas has "Madagascar 1,2,3" on the list of free summer movies on their front page for the 20th, but the actual schedule doesn't list it. Not sure what that means (no movies, Saturday marathon, and a surprise screening of Madagascar, Madagascar 2, or Madagascar 3 depending on what day a kid shows up at 11am from the 20th to 26th)
  • Did anyone hit Gathr Preview Presents... this week? The Regent Theatre has the last movie in their July series this Tuesday; The Artist and the Modelhas a nice cast (Jean Rochefort, Aida Folch, Claudia Cardinale) in the story of a sculptor creating one last masterpiece during World War II. Interestingly, Gathr's website doesn't show the series beyond that, but Regent's shows it returning on 13 August. In my head, they're waiting for me to get back.
  • The MFA's film program is all about their 18th Annual Boston French Film Festival. My being slow this week means Just a Sigh's last show has already started, but a set of short documentaries "Celebrating the Tour de France" and features Camille Claudel 1915, Almayer's Folly, Granny's Funeral, Tenderness, Aliyah, You Will Be My Son, Day of the Crows, and The Dandelions will be playing at various times on Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Thursday.
  • If you like the Hindi movies with English subtitles at Apple Cinemas, you might want to act quick on Ramaiya Vastavaixa, a colorful film starring Sonu Sood, Shruti Hassan, and Girish Taurani in a story about a wealthy man who must grow more crops than a lovely country girl's brother to win her hand. It is, of course a musical, but iMovieCafe only shows it running through Tuesday (though Apple's listings show Wednesday screenings as well).
  • Free and outside: Bye Bye Birdie at the Boston Harbor Hotel's Music & Movie Fridays, Wreck-It Ralph at the Hatch Shell's Free Friday Flicks (also at the Prudential Center on Saturday night); Singin' in the Rain at Christopher Columbus Park on Sunday; Back to the Future at the Bloc 11 Cafe in Someville on Monday; Monsters Inc. at Sennott Park in Cambridge on Wedesday; Sleepless in Seattle at Conway Park in Somerville, Field of Dreams at Brookline's Devotion School, and Monty Python and the Holy Grail at the Lyman Estate in Waltham on Thursday. (Joe's Boston Free Films is a great resource for finding those screenings.)


My plans? Well, Fantasia. Maybe catch something if I find myself at loose ends when I can't fit things in or have already seen V/H/S/2. I do hope some of this stuff hangs around until I get home.

This Week In Tickets: 8 July 2013 - 14 July 2013

Going to see movies at the HFA can certainly make the page colorful:

This Week in Tickets

Stubless: The Lost World (Brattle, 10 July, 7pm). Although it's not really stubless; I just found the stub in the pocket of a pair of pants that have since gone through the wash. Maybe I'll tape it in when I get back home.

Quite the fun, busy week - even if there was really only the one new release, it was one of the movies I most wanted to see this summer.

I'll keep this quick, as I'm looking to likely set a blog record with four posts before heading out for the day's movies. The week started by with the tail end (for me) of the Brattle's Stomp Boston! series, featuring a double feature of giant monsters attacking New York, Cloverfield and Q. I would come back for The Lost World, but since I file dinosaurs and giant monsters into different parts of my head for no good reason, I decided to pair that one with the silent Ben-Hur(s) for posting.

In between, it was another sad visit to the Regent Theatre for a "preview" of Three Worlds - I guess being available via Film Movement reduces the audience for these shows, because that was the common denominator of both times I showed up alone. Or maybe they just weren't advertised well.

The bulk of the weekend wound up being trips to the Harvard Film Archive's "The Complete Alfred Hitchcock" series, where I got to see The Lodger, Frenzy, To Catch a Thief, and Foreign Correspondent on 35mm. The Ring, too, although that will be on the next page which should show up on the blog in mid-August.

What's left? Oh, of course, Pacific Rim! Getting there was rather frustrating, as I, remembering what happened with Star Trek Into Darkness, made sure I was on the subway and headed to Malden Station to catch the bus to Jordan's Furniture in Reading way ahead of schedule. Which is only so helpful when the bus is twelve minutes late and people get off on every stop even if it is just twenty steps from the last one. There is some frustrating mounting tension that builds up in a person as the start time gets closer and closer and one can do little but hope for a long package of previews...


Pacific Rim

* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 13 July 2013 in Jordan's Furniture Reading (first-run, 3D "Imax")

Folks asked me how good Pacific Rim was last week, and my answer was pretty simple: Transportation mishaps getting to the furniture store with the IMAX screen in Reading meant that I missed the first few minutes of the movie, so I guess I'll have to see it again!

It really is one that I figure on seeing multiple times, not so much because it's got the kind of nuance that rewards multiple viewings (detail, sure, but not complexity) as because it's just outright fun. Guillermo del Toro does something that everybody making popcorn entertainment should be trying to do, though few achieve it: Raise the stakes as high as you possibly can, make sure that actions have consequence, but don't make the audience feel bad about enjoying it. As the movie starts out, things are grim - humankind's giant robots just aren't holding the tide of invading giant monsters back like they'd hoped - but it's never a dark movie: The heroes attack the problem with enthusiasm and good attitudes, and from the very beginning, as much as the characters say things that sound like they're cocky or in it for the feeling of power, we can see that defending the men and women of Earth, selflessly, is at the core of who they are.

Is it kind of goofy? Sure, but that's part of the joy of it: Del Toro and writer Travis Beacham go big in every way they can, including with characters whose purpose and personality is evident about a half a second after one lays eyes on them. There's a guy in the control center with a bow tie, for instance, and though it looks goofy, it's a lot more fun and easier on the audience when all hell is breaking loose to be able to spot the guy with the bow tie, know he's capable and detail-oriented, and quickly understand his part what's going on as things play out. That's on top of just being more fun to look at than a bunch of people in uniform black outfits as so many other sci-fi films would do.

Plus - giant mechs beating up giant monsters. That's fun! Especially since Del Toro stages the fight scenes clearly even at the appropriate scale, and the scale is the fun: If you don't find some small amount of joy in a Jaeger semi-wearily dragging a freighter through the streets of Hong Kong so that it can whack a kaiju upside the head with it (after getting into the appropriate batting stance), you're kind of dead inside. And while I got there late enough to have a fairly lousy seat, I was certainly glad to see it at the Furniture store, as a screen that makes the fights seem life-sized and in-seat Buttkicker subwoofers that transmit the sensation of collossi tromping across a city really does improve the experience.

(Note: Normally the Amazon link is as much to dress the page up as to squeeze some money from the readers, but the tie-in graphic novel, written by Beacham, is a good one, telling fun stories that give background on the cast and world, and folks who don't hit comic shops regularly might not know it exists.)

Cloverfield & QThree WorldsThe LodgerFrenzyPacific RimTo Catch a ThiefBen-Hur(s)Foreign Correspondent

The HFA's Complete Alfred Hitchcock: The Lodger, Frenzy, To Catch a Thief, Foreign Correspondant, and The Ring

If my wallet ever got stolen, well, let me tell you, the culprits might not get away with a lot of cash, but they could see some cheap movies: He would find membership cards for AMC Stubs, the Regal Crown Club, the Brattle Theatre, the Coolidge Corner Theatre, the Chlotrudis Society for Independent Film, ArtsEmerson's film program, the most recent Talk Cinema series, and MoviePass. I think the only local movie discount card I didn't have was the Harvard Film Archive, because as much as I have lived near the place for the past fifteen years and am often intrigued by their programming, I don't actually go there often enough to make it a good investment.

Hitchcock Posters

What's this? A summer-long program featuring Hitchcock's entire oeuvre on 35mm, including the newly-restored nine (existing) silent films he made?

Fine, take my money.

The way I figure it, the break-even point on an $55 HFA membership for non-students is about 12 movies (3x$9 for the free movies + 9x$3 for each discount), and, yeah, I'll be getting my money's worth during the Hitchcock series alone, even if I miss three and a half weeks' worth at Fantasia, and I also figure that once I have a card, I might be more willing to drop $6 on an interesting movie outside my regular comfort zone than $9.

Anyway, there are still a few holes in this "Complete Alfred Hitchcock" series. Programmer David Pendleton mentioned in the introduction that they were trying to book Mary, a German-language remake of Murder!, although that one is very hard to get hold of. It says something about the various film industries of the time that an English-language filmmaker would be pulled toward Germany, when it's rather the opposite these days.

Of course, in Hitchcock's case it would be a case of being pulled back to Germany, as he made his first two films there. The English film industry was a tiny thing then, while Germany was an artistic and commercial powerhouse. Sadly, one of these first two films is lost, and while Hitchcock would say that this was for the best, The Mountain Eagle sounds gloriously peculiar: An English guy making a movie about Kentucky mountain people with a British/German/international crew. Nobody has seen this thing since the 1920s. If anybody ever invents a time machine but doesn't want to let on what they've created lest it be used for evil, I strongly suggest "finding" lost films as a way to profit from it.

So, because that doesn't exist, we have "The Hitchcock Nine" rather than "The Hitchcock Ten", but the world is better for having nine: These are some highly-enjoyable movies, obviously significant, and the British Film Institute has done what appears to be pretty great work making them spiffy before putting them on tour. The HFA is one of the few places that is running them on 35mm - other venues are getting DCP - and they've got a nice group of accompanists providing live music. One of the venue's regulars, Martin Marks, did the music for The Lodger and Blackmail, saying he hadn't really been as familiar with the 1927 version as the 1944 adaptation with Merle Oberon and George Sanders (there's also a 1932 version, again with Ivor Novello, and a 2009 one with Alfred Molina) but now loved it. I missed Blackmail, although I did find it odd that Pendleton mentioned it as the "rarely seen" silent version, as opposed to the converted talkie for which Hitchcock shot a great deal of new footage - I've only seen it as a silent, twice, with Alloy Orchestra playing to it.

Monday night was a special treat, with Stephen Horne playing to The Ring. He's one of the leading accompanists in the UK, and actually got to compose the "official" soundtrack that was debuted at Cannes with the series and will likely appear on the DVD/BD when those are released (though he made it sound like an "if", not having heard anything about it). I didn't get a picture of him, but did snap one of his setup before the movie started:

Ready to play!

That's a pretty interesting group of instruments compared to the usual "one guy at a piano" that the HFA tends to favor. Now, it was actually one guy at a piano, although I did sneak a peak or two at how he was getting on sitting at a piano bench, an accordion strapped to his his chest, playing a flute. It's an odd image that I'll let you imagine. Also: The HFA keeps phone books inside the bench, in case it's too short for someone to play comfortably.

Anyway, I'm kind of sad that I won't get to see the rest of the nine and will miss a good chunk of the program, but I am getting to see a whole bunch of movies at Fantasia instead. Folks in Boston should definitely take advantage of this program, though.

The Lodger (1927)

* * * ¼ (out of four)
Seen 12 July 2013 in the Harvard Film Archive (The Complete Alfred Hitchcock, 35mm w/ live accompaniment)

Alfred Hitchcock had an astonishingly long career, stretching from the silents to the seventies, and his penchant for crime and suspense certainly developed early: The Lodger first hit British screens in 1927, and already he was having blondes and serial killers cross paths. Practice would later make perfect, but this at least shows that he had natural talent.

The killer stalking London is keeping a regular schedule, murdering a new golden-haired girl every Tuesday, which at least lets young women like Daisy Bunting (June) know when they should be extra careful when walking home from a job modeling clothing at a fashion boutique. And while she flirts shamelessly with Joe Chandler (Malcolm Keen), the cop who lives in the next house, her family has just taken in a handsome lodger (Ivor Novello) - who immediately starts taking the paintings of fair-haired girls hanging in his room down, as he can't bear to look at them.

Daisy's parents (Marie Ault & Arthur Chesney) don't catch on quite as fast as the audience, but this is not the only way that the new resident is acting quite ridiculously suspicious. It's not quite the sort of pitch-black comedy that Hitchcock would later become known for, but there's certainly a theatricality to it, with Novello gesticulating and contorting his face with mad emotion throughout, while the filmmakers do everything but hang a neon sign over him saying "Suspect Me!" from his very first appearance. Novello gives exactly the performance he's asked for, piling on the sexy charm and obvious danger in large, equal helpings.

Fortunately, he's not the only appealing part of the cast. Malcolm Keen is Novello's exact opposite as Joe - kind of funny-looking, and likely to be described as a terrible flirt not so much because he's incorrigible but because he's really awful at it, giving a mistakenly satisfied grin after something cringe-worthy shows up on the intertitles. Keen doesn't just work as a comic relief doofus, though; he's able to give Joe a nice spurned-nerd edge as he grows a little more sinister in his obsession as the film goes along. Both he and Novello are lucky to have June to play off; she makes Daisy playful but not childish or stupid; she never feels passive even when it's the men who are driving the movie. She's good enough that I'm kind of surprised to see that she appeared in less than a handful of movies per IMDB; she's good enough to have done more (of course, she may have had a lucrative theater/music hall career, or been in projects that were subsequently lost, or credited with a last name that nobody has thought to connect to this actress).

Hitchcock puts the cast through their paces quite nicely, working from a "scenario" by Eliot Stannard and a novel by Marie Belloc Lowndes that would eventually have other adaptations. It's not a particularly great script - the surprises toward the end are all well and good, but the playing them out goes on a bit long, kind of leaving certain elements afterthoughts. The style is fairly impressive, though: Hitchcock was not long returned from Germany, and certain recurring elements like a recurrent neon sign that seems both threatening and accusing show that as an influence. His morbid sense of humor is already in evidence with the blonde dance-hall girl who makes sure she has dark hair extensions peeking out from under her cap.

So while The Lodger is early Hitchcock, it certainly shows a man who was already on the track to becoming the celebrated Master of Suspense. Even better, the new prints produced as part of the BFI's "Hitchcock Nine" project (restoring the nine still-existing silent films Hitchcock directed) looks great. Hopefully a Blu-ray box set is on the horizon; in the meantime, this one is definitely worth checking out if the series shows up in one's neck of the woods.

(Dead) link to the review at EFC.

Frenzy

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 12 July 2013 in the Harvard Film Archive (The Complete Alfred Hitchcock, 35mm)

The late 1960s and early 1970s were a time of change and upheaval in the world of film; the naturalistic style and grittier realism that emerged seeming to render the old Hollywood of just a few years earlier instantly dated. Alfred Hitchcock was undeniably a part of that earlier mode of filmmaking, but Frenzy provides a tantalizing glimpse at him working in the new reality without missing much of a step.

This movie focuses on Richard Blaney (Jon Finch), once a great pilot in the RAF, now a barman getting fired for drinking the merchandise. Though he's got a nice thing going with his co-worker Babs (Anna Massey) and a good friend in Robert Rusk (Barry Foster) at the nearby produce warehouse, he's often a wellspring of anger just waiting to be tapped, as happens when he pays a visit to his ex-wife Brenda (Barbara Leigh-Hunt). Sounds like a likely suspect to be the "necktie murderer" who is killing London women, doesn't he?

It's not him, as it turns out, but the circumstances surrounding the latest victim to be found make him the prime suspect, and the police pursuing the wrong man in a series of sexually-charged crimes certainly puts this story right in Hitchcock's wheelhouse. Frenzy is an engrossing little thriller in that mode, set up so that all manner of terrible things can happen at any time even as the basic structure of the story comes across as fairly familiar. It's cleverly-built enough that it doesn't seem overly reliant on coincidence or a needlessly complicated master plan, although - whether by the design of Hitchcock, screenwriter Anthony Shaffer, or original novelist Arthur La Bern - it allows for the audience to see either cruelly blind fate or diabolically directed evil as fits their preferences. It's a neat trick to not explain everything but feel like nothing has gone unexplained.

While the story is classically Hitchcock, it's also a surprisingly modern-feeling film, both in terms of reflecting what was going on in cinema in 1972 and how serial-killer moves play today. While it wasn't long before that he was implying things much worse than the audience could actually be allowed to see, he's able to use nudity, rape, and other graphic violence without dancing around it here, along with some nasty business with the corpses that feel like they wouldn't make the jump from exploitation to the mainstream for another few years (so, perhaps, he was still pushing the boundaries as with Psycho).

On top of that, Richard, Robert, and Babs especially are rather working-class folks played by relatively unknown internationally British stage actors compared to the movie stars in the roles of well-to-do people that Hitchcock had utilized over much of the previous twenty years or so. The way they talk feels more realistic and less exaggerated for comic or dramatic effect, and they do it rather well: Jon Finch essays a protagonist whose angry, surly nature has no problem with encouraging the audience to turn on him even when he's in the right, while Barry Foster makes Robert's jovial, impossibly-smooth persona quite appealing even after the viewer can see that it's but a mere part of the man - and Foster's even better when the mask comes down. The women don't quite get that sort of complexity - although Leigh-Hunt does demonstrate that Brenda's feelings for Richard are believably conflicted, Massey has a fairly uncomplicated but strong-willed girlfriend to play.

Some of the supporting parts are rather a mixed bag, and they come in pairs. Alec McCowen makes a pleasantly capable detective investigating the case, but is often paired with an absurdly broad Vivien Merchant as his one-joke wife (although that one joke can work; I'm still laughing at the way she says "ta-kwee-la" a few days later). That's flipped a bit for Clive Swift and Billie Whitelaw as an old comrade-in-arms of Blaney's and his wife - he's offhandedly dismissive of the charges against his friend while she's angrily sensible. It's a pairing that seems like it should be a little funnier than it is.

Humor is where Hitchcock falters a bit in Frenzy; while the script occasionally has structural problems, especially in the last act, they don't grind things to an awkward stop the way misplaced broad comic relief does. That's especially noticeable because the pitch-black bits of comedy work so well, from a politician talking about ridding the Thames of contamination as a body floats in to the killer's suspenseful and desperate but also absurd attempt to retrieve a damning piece of evidence. The finale has a couple of the most horribly hilarious gags in Hitchcock's career, making the audience feel terrible for laughing.

It's well worth a few flaws to get to that moment, which would still feel a bit edgy if dropped into a movie today. That is, if it were executed so well, which is no guarantee - Hitchcock may have had to change with the times, but he still made this sort of movie as well as anybody.

(Dead) link to the review at EFC.

To Catch a Thief

* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 13 July 2013 in the Harvard Film Archive (The Complete Alfred Hitchcock, 35mm)

To Catch a Thief is almost certainly the sunniest move Alfred Hitchcock ever made, both literally and figuratively. And while his reputation is built on stories of overt or hidden bleakness, this pure caper with Cary Grant Grace Kelly is just as much a joy to watch as any movie.

It takes place on the French Riviera, where all is wonderful - except that someone is breaking into wealthy tourists' hotel rooms and stealing their jewels, leaving no trace behind. Suspicion immediately falls on John "The Cat" Robie (Grant), an American who committed a similar series of crimes before the war, but was let out of jail for his heroic activities in the underground. He proclaims his innocence but sneaks past the police to investigate things himself and assure the other members of his old gang that he hasn't broken their parole. He convinces insurance agent H.H. Hughson (John Williams) to give him some leads on who has jewelry worth stealing, settling on nouveau riche Jessie Stevens (Jessie Royce Landis) as the most likely target - although her most precious jewel is beautiful daughter Frances (Kelly).

Jessie despairs about her daughter's propriety - "I'm sorry I ever sent her to finishing school. I think they finished her there", she says. Part of the joy of the movie, and perhaps the very best thing about it, comes from how this may not actually be the case, as Frances is soon showing herself to be much more forward than the polite society girl she appears to be, easily a match for Robie or Danielle (Brigitte Auber), the young and aggressive daughter of one of his old partners in crime (Jean Martinelli). It's a welcome and somewhat surprising take on the character based on the actress - for all the completely accurate words that many people have written over the past sixty-odd years about how astonishingly beautiful Grace Kelly is/was, she was seldom as sexy as she is here, owning her status as an object of men's desire and working it, whether via double entendres or a series of Edith Head outfits. She banters quicker than usual, with a sharper wit, and that the film is never heavy-handed about whether the buttoned-up or mischievous Frances is the disguise for the other gives Kelly the chance to make her wonderful for being both.

Kelly doesn't have all the fun, of course - Cary Grant gets to be nearly as witty even when playing the role of the straight man, casually deadpan when explaining Robie's past and somehow never allowing the character's nonchalant confidence to become annoying smugness or boring perfection. Jessie Royce Landis and John Williams give enjoyable spark to their takes on the brash American woman and the measured Englishman, basic character types with far more life than usual here. Charles Vanel, Jean Martinelli, and especially Brigitte Auber - along with a host of pantomiming background players - are nonchalantly delightful as the crooks-cum-caterers/restauranteurs who mostly ignore Robie's protestations of innocence whether because they've registered their displeasure and made their threats and don't need to get worked up about it or because they figure a man who steals diamonds is far more romantic than one who grows grapes.

That's part of what makes this more like a typical Alfred Hitchcock movie than it may otherwise appear, a "wrong man" story where the relatively low stakes (nobody has accused John of anything violent or stealing from those who cannot afford it) means folks are more or less willing to let things happen at a leisurely pace, so Hitchcock and screenwriter John Michael Hayes can just occasionally give things the occasional push forward to get to the next fun set of scenes, until things become just urgent enough to lead to a climax. It's a playful picture, with cheerful cuts to a black cat walking along a roof between burglaries and a cheeky use of fireworks to indicate that at the moment, Robie's thoughts aren't on crime at all.

It's also just fun to look at - people would come to this sort of movie in the mid-1950s in part to see far-off places come to life more than they would in a magazine, and To Catch a Thief is a pretty great movie to live in vicariously. It's a visit to a beautiful place with beautiful people, and just enough adventure and danger to make it exciting.

(Dead) link to the review at EFC.

Foreign Correspondent

* * * (out of four)
Seen 14 July 2013 in the Harvard Film Archive (The Complete Alfred Hitchcock, 35mm)

"I don't want correspondence, I want news!" bellows an editor toward the start of Foreign Correspondent, and to a certain extent, the movie takes that to heart. It's not necessarily well-thought-out or prettily told, but it is exciting and full of action, and as up-to-date as a fictional movie made while history is happening can be.

The reporter dispatched from New York to London as a result of that outburst in 1940 is Johnny Jones (Joel McCrea), a crime reporter of the wisecracking and muckraking variety. He's pointed in the direction of Dutch diplomat Van Meer (Albert Bassermann) and Peace Party leader Stephen Fisher (Herbert Marshall), although he must admit to finding Fisher's daughter Carol (Laraine Day) more interesting than the attempt to prevent war in Europe. But when Van Meer is assassinated while attending a summit right before Johnny's eyes and something seems out of place as they chase down the killers, he knows he's got a story, at the very least.

Foreign Correspondent doesn't quite hit the ground running - Johnny's attempts to get into Carol's good graces have a bit of the feeling of stall tactics while director Alfred Hitchcock and four credited writers (along with another dozen feverishly working to update the script to match the news coming out of Europe) lay out the situation and some of the players, getting the audience familiar enough to have a personal stake in what's going on. Large chunks of the actual plot are actually sort of nonsensical - I'm not sure what good a secret treaty is if only two people know its contents, for instance. The romance between Johnny and Carol is maybe an even bigger mess, even if it does give the movie one of its best exchanges.

That bit - supposedly taken from Hitchcock and wife Alma Reville's own romance - is a demonstration of why plot is far from the most important thing in a movie such as this. It's a thing to hang moments on, and this is a movie filled with snappy banter, whether it be Jones playing clever with his editor or Robert Benchley typifying the sort of layabout that the editor wants to get away from (Benchley wrote his own lines, though foreign correspondent was not a post he held during his journalism career, preventing an irony overload). Some of the best bits come courtesy of George Sanders as Scott ffolliott, an English journalist and friend of Carol's who livens up every scene he's in.

One almost wishes there had been a series of Jones & ffolliott movies - the pairing of the wisecracking American with a dryly sardonic Englishman to seek the truth is that much fun. McCrea and Sanders aren't playing complex characters, but they nail what they need to: McCrea a guy who doesn't so much affect immaturity as use the impression of it to his advantage and Sanders as someone a lot more driven than the public-school facade indicates. Laraine Day is quite a likable love interest, although she's never really given the chance to really dig into what could be a meaty role. Herbert Marshall handles the role of her father quite well, though, especially as it grows in size and importance over the course of the film with some tricky bits to navigate.

This is Hitchcock's second American picture and while it's not one of his classics, he acquits himself quite well. He doesn't so much de-emphasize the silly parts in favor of the smarter ones as much as he allows the latter to work quietly while making sure to find a laugh or two in the former. While not wall-to-wall action, it's got its share of chases and standoffs and an impressive plane crash at the climax. He does all this better enough than most that one notices, such as a sequence where Johnny sneaks through a windmill filled with spies, where Hitchcock uses the openness of the structure both to increase the tension and let the audience see that he's not cheating anywhere.

It's not perfect - the ending is obviously tacked on to try to keep up with actual events - but it's a fun story that likely gave the audience facing the imminent outbreak of war a good time without dismissing what was going on around them.

(Dead) link to the review at EFC.

The Ring (1927)

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 14 July 2013 in the Harvard Film Archive (The Complete Alfred Hitchcock, 35mm)

Before Alfred Hitchcock was a world-renowned auteur, he was just a guy who made movies, cranking them out relatively quickly for studios that demanded new product at a fairly regular clip. Sometimes that pressure to produce leads to surprising gems, and sometimes it gets you The Ring, an adequate silent drama that works well enough to not be an embarrassment eighty-five years later.

"One-Round" Jack Sander (Carl Brisson) is a boxer at an English carnival - anybody who buys a ticket an try and last a round with him to win a pound for their sixpence. One day he meets his match, only to find out that the person who beat him is Bob Corby (Ian Hunter), the Australian champion. Bob and his agent are actually looking for a sparring partner, although Bob also has his eye on the pretty ticket taker (Lillian Hall Davis). Well, she's Jack's girl, but will that last with the new guy in the picture - even if this new job means she and Jack can finally get married?

Love triangles are a tricky thing to pull off, especially when they feature an existing relationship and an interloper as The Ring does. In fact, I almost think Hitchcock does it a little too well: The audience isn't told that Mabel (as a letter written to her reads; she is just "the Girl" in the credits) and Jack are together until after we've seen her and Bob flirting, so it's not necessarily a given that they'll root for things to work out there. And yet, as the film shifts more toward Jack's point of view, that's the route it takes, that the existing relationship should take precedence even though Mabel & Bob seem well-suited and it's never really clear just what she is to Jack.

At least the cast has what it takes to communicate what's going on. Brisson does a fine job as the working-class man whose excitement at his new life turns to wariness; no matter what we think of Mabel or Bob, we do recognize that this guy loves that girl, possibly against reason, and he's someone we can root for. Ian Hunter doesn't make a villain out of Bob, particularly; he's quite charming in his introduction, even if the story does reveal it to be false modesty, and as much as he's mainly there as an obstacle, he isn't lacking in personality. Mabel may be somewhat mercenary and self-serving, but Lillian Hall Davis does make her interestingly human in how she enjoys attention and feels backed into situations, even if she doesn't respond to them well.

One impressive way that Hitchcock and the cast bring this characterization out is in the inevitable match between Jack and Bob that serves as the movie's climax. It's a great early example of storytelling through action, as we see Bob as powerful without much effort, never seeming to exert himself unduly to get effect, while Jack scraps, taking a lot of effort to try and wear down Bob only to find himself on the mat, wondering what just happened but getting back up. It's almost surprisingly good, as a lot of the boxing scenes from earlier in the picture were not that great. That may be deliberate - Hitchcock isn't going to waste something powerful on preliminaries. He is showing examples of how he can communicate ideas symbolically, as the ring of the title refers not only to a boxing ring but to a wedding ring as well as the bracelet Bob gives Mabel early on (whose snake motif is clearly meant to communicate betrayal). Hitchcock and cinematographer John Cox get some great carnival imagery, and there are some pretty salacious moments for a film made in 1927.

In fact, there's a reasonable argument that The Ring is one of those gems that gets produced when an unusual talent takes on a seemingly unremarkable project. I don't quite think that Hitchcock elevates this story to something great, but he certainly makes an eminently watchable movie.

(Dead) link to the review at EFC.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Blockbusters of 1925: The Lost World & Ben-Hur (with bonus 1907 version)

I dropped this question on Twitter two or three months ago, but as my count of real followers is in the dozens (if that), I got no response, but I'm still curious: How many silent movies do folks in other cities get to see on the big screen in a month? This particular week was anomalous, with at least five on tap (these two and three of "The Hitchcock Nine"), but there's generally one or two in a given month. I suspect the units would be inverted in many other cities - how many months between silents - which means I'm very lucky as a Person Who Likes Silent Movies.

It's a coincidence in this case, as three separate series converged: The Stomp Boston! giant monster movies at the Brattle, the Somerville's monthly visits from Jeff Rapsis, and the HFA's "Complete Alfred Hitchcock" summer. I'll get to the Hitchcock stuff later in the week (maybe even tomorrow, depending on how much time I have for writing on the bus), but the other two were both entertaining shows in their own way.

Andrew Alden Ensemble

I saw the Alan Alden Ensemble last fall, when the Brattle had them accompany Nosferatu, and I have to admit - they're not exactly my favorites for performing along with a silent movie. Especially early on, it seemed like they were deliberately trying to subvert silent-film music tropes, playing something a little more aggressive than usual while the movie was still doing set-up. It rubbed me the wrong way at first, although I either got used to it or the initially jarring stuff paid off later, as I certainly wasn't noticing how the music wasn't quite right by the finale.

The movie itself seemed to be one of the shorter cuts, as I think we were out of the theater by within an hour and a half even with delays and introductions. Maybe that's why some of the love-triangle-related stuff seems relatively abrupt - I can certainly see the mushy stuff getting cut over the years even while the action stayed in.

I didn't get the traditional shot of Jeff Rapsis's back as he prepared for the movie, but I did catch this as I was walking into the theater:



For some reason, I'd always assumed that the Somerville Theatre's booth was set up for 16mm, but projectionist David Kornfeld and company set this up behind the main auditorium to screen the 1907 version of "Ben Hur". According to Dave's humorous introduction, there are pretty much no 35mm prints left of anything produced by Kalem Company, which produced this version of the story to great enough success that the novel's copyright holders came after them, hitting them with a lawsuit that eventually made it to the Supreme Court and ended with Kalem having to pay $25,000 - which, a hundred years ago, was a tremendous amount of money. He then proceeded to spend some time reminding us how D.W Griffith established a lot of modern cinematic grammar after this movie was made, assuring us that laughing at the primitive nature of what we were about to see was A-OK.

And, yeah, we laughed - although I think most of us held out until the chariot race, as the thing was mostly just perplexing up to that point, when even us computer science majors could see that this was not an effective way to make a movie.

Jeff introduced the movie as Dave scrambled upstairs to get to the other projector, and there was two and a half hours of movie coming - and then more silents later in the week...

The Lost World (1925)

* * * ¼ (out of four)
Seen 10 July 2013 in the Brattle Theatre (Stomp Boston!, digital w/ live accompaniment)

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's second-most famous creation turned a hundred last year without a whole lot of fanfare; Professor George Challenger didn't have the sheer number of great (or even good) stories that Sherlock Holmes did. That first one, though, is a classic adventure story, and the silent 1925 adaptation brings the fun to the screen so well that it has remained the definitive version ever since. Heck, it would arguably be almost seventy years until the next great dinosaur movie.

Not that any reasonable person in London believes Challenger's stories about dinosaurs on a plateau in South America. But Challenger (Wallace Beery) can work people up, and soon has a party put together for a rescue mission: Famed sportsman Sir John Roxton (Lewis Stone), reporter Ed Malone (Lloyd Hughes), skeptical scientist Professor Summerlee (Arthur Hoyt), and Paula White (Bessie Love), the daughter of the missing explorer whose diary is leading them to the so-called Lost World.

In some ways, the big effects-driven action/adventure movie hasn't really changed all that much in the past century - screenwriter Marion Fairfax and "dramatic director" Harry O. Hoyt save the expensive stuff that sold tickets for the second half of the movie while spending the first half getting everyone to the scene, filling time with humor that involves a trained monkey while building a love triangle between Roxton, Paula, and Ed. It's pleasant enough, and actually does pay off during the climax, although in the shorter cuts of the movie, things do seem to jump around a bit (like far too many silents, The Lost World was frequently cut and had prints destroyed, and we're fortunate that it's been reconstructed as much as it has). Ed seems to forget his fiancee (Alma Bennett) fairly quickly, for instance.

The party does get to South America and the mysterious plateau, though, and the dinosaurs created by Willis O'Brien don't disappoint. O'Brien spent his career building stop-motion dinos, most famously for this movie and King Kong, researching them to be as accurate as possible for the time and painstakingly shooting them one frame at a time. The results must have been like nothing else the audiences of 1925 had ever seen - this kind of animation then mostly being the province of gimmicky shorts rather than part of a dramatic feature - and is still fun to watch today: The dinosaurs move naturally and fight fiercely, even if they don't interact with the cast directly very often. It's exciting both in the jungle and in the inevitable final London sequence, which has got to be among the first great bits of event-movie landmark destruction.

The human cast acquits themselves well, too. Wallace Beery dives right into Challenger's broad, loud, disagreeable nature; the audience can't actually hear his shouting, but I'll bet accompanists feel compelled to pound their keyboards even harder when he's talking. Lloyd Hughes makes for a stumbling but earnest viewpoint character, and Bessie Love does well to not make Paula seem fickle as they grow closer. Lewis Stone, whose Roxton declares his affection early on, does something reasonably rare in silents by underplaying the sense of betrayal his character must feel, so that the question of whether he'll end up noble or villainous stays up in the air.

That's about as close to sophisticated as the movie gets, and that's fine - it's more or less inventing its genre. For such an early example, it figures out what works pretty well, and is fun to watch as much more than a history lesson.

(Previously at EFC)

Ben Hur (1907)

* ¾ (out of four)
Seen 14 July 2013 in Somerville Theatre #1 (Silents Please!, 16mm w/ live accompaniment)

This 15-minute silent version really should not be one's first encounter with Ben-Hur. That's not so much because it's from the very first years of the twentieth century, when filmmakers hadn't really figured out how to make a movie beyond "point the camera and capture what happens", or because it's not exactly great execution by those standards. No, the simple fact is that it was made in 1907, when its entire audience could be assumed to have either read Lew Wallace's novel or seen an adaptation performed on stage, and this short doesn't seek to tell the story so much as illustrate it. The intertitles don't present dialogue or impart information so much as announce which thing that a moviegoer might have been eager to see realized comes next.

So, if you're like me and don't know the story already, the thing is kind of incomprehensible, at least until after seeing one of the later iterations. It's still kind of amusing from the "look at how they used to do this!" perspective, and in a way rather educational: The "injury of the Roman official" scene is an object lesson in how close-ups and cutting can be more effective than a wide shot at times (I didn't know where to look until after things had already happened), while the chariot race demonstrates the importance of following action rather than letting it pass.

It's rough to watch, but for an audience that loved the source material, it was exciting - and as someone who has come out of superhero movies like "yes! that's what I've wanted to see for twenty years!", I can't fault them for that - which made it successful enough at the box office to get the copyright owners' lawyers involved. Today it's mostly interesting for its place in history and as an example of early cinema, but that's at least worth something.

Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ (1925)

* * * ¼ (out of four)
Seen 14 July 2013 in Somerville Theatre #1 (Silents Please!, 35mm w/ live accompaniment)

Though the later version starring Charlton Heston is the most well-known adaptation of Lew Wallace's hugely popular nineteenth-century novel Ben-Hur, the ones that came before it were big deals as well: A 1907 short triggered a lawsuit establishing that copyrighted works could not be adapted without compensation, while this 1925 film was colossal for its time: The most expensive movie made during the silent period at a cost of almost four million dollars, epic in length at two and a half hours long, and featuring sequences in 2-strip Technicolor, it was a bold way for the newly-consolidated Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer studio to announce its presence, and remains an entertaining extravaganza.

The story would have been familiar to all seeing it at the time: Judah Ben-Hur (Ramon Novarro), the prince of a wealthy Jewish family in Jerusalem in the time of Christ, is reunited with a Roman friend, Messala (Francis X. Bushman) who has returned as a soldier, only to discover that Messala is not quite the open-minded cosmopolitan as the Hur family - Judah's mother (Claire McDowell) would free their slave retainer Simonides (Nigel de Brulier) if the law allowed, and lets him keep his status secret from his daughter Esther (May McAvoy). When the new governor is injured while passing the Hurs' house, Messala imprisons Judah's mother and sister (Kathleen Key) and sentences him to work as a galley slave - although his actions during a pirate attack will set Judah on a different path, leading him to clash again with Messala in Antioch.

It's a grand, sweeping story that spans the ancient world from Jerusalem to Rome and back, given a little extra gravitas by how it intersects with the stories from the New Testament, from the Nativity to the crucifixion. The filmmakers tread somewhat carefully here, keeping Jesus mostly relegated to the side of the screen - at most, a hand will reach out to gesture or heal. It's a rather self-conscious convention at times, although seldom to the point where it elicits giggles. Still, it's respectful and low-key enough that him being used as a deux ex machina once or twice doesn't come off as silly and the message of peace - even though the Israelites want a warrior-king - comes through.

For all that the Biblical elements dominate part of the movie, much of it is a rip-roaring adventure as the title character falls from wealth to slavery and rises back up, seeking both his lost family and liberty for his people. There are two tremendous action sequences in the movie, and while the pirate attack is occasionally somewhat chaotic, it's big and fairly easy to follow despite having a huge number of people running around, also moving the story forward. The centerpiece, though, is the chariot race, still thrilling the better part of a century later in large part because director Fred Nilbo and company never lose sight of how the way Judah and Messala race reflects their characters - Ben-Hur is determined but never maniacal, while the Roman comes off as greedy and underhanded. It's great action storytelling - you can follow the positions of the racers throughout, feel the speed through how the charioteers must take wide corners, see the danger of an entanglement between teams.

Those great moments elevate what is sometimes a thoroughly average story, one which is frequently driven by coincidence and decisions that could use a little more explanation. Still, the directness is at times refreshing - we don't get Judah seduced by the wealth and fame he has in Rome and then reminded of his heritage, for example, and while there could be an ongoing subplot with Judah's sister Tirzah and their mother, there's not, just occasional reminders that they're still around, if not doing so hot. It may seem strange to describe a 143-minute movie from a time when the average runtime was much shorter than now as both efficient and simple, but Niblo and company keep things moving along.

The cast gets the job done, too. Don't be fooled by the number of then-unknowns listed on IMDB as guards (Clark Gable & Gary Cooper) and slave-girls (Carole Lombard & Myrna Loy), or the mountain of stars who stood in the stands during the chariot race (Harold Lloyd, Douglas Fairbanks, Lillian Gish, and the Barrymores are just a start); the main cast is rather more modest from the perspective of 2013: Ramon Novarro and Francis X. Bushman are capable enough, not quite so prone to the broad gesticulating that some of their co-stars go in for. Not bad as beefcake, either, which is good, as both tend to have shorter hemlines than most of their female co-stars - well, aside from Carmel Myers, who doesn't quite make a tiny costume on a good body translate into an irresistible seductress with her performance. May McAvoy does a fairly nice job as Esther, though, giving the part often labeled as "The Girl" some strength as well as charm.

Granted, the entire cast is giving performances and acting out a script that is very much of its time, and its sometimes hard to not be a little dismissive of what was a huge movie to one's great-great-grandparents. They still nail down a lot of the basics here, and every once in a while, a bit of spectacle like the chariot race or bright Technicolor when one has grown used to simple tinting, still manages to impress.

(Previousl at EFC)