Friday, January 17, 2014

Next Week in Tickets: Films playing Boston 17 January 2014 - 23 January 2014

You know, I kind of wonder why the Oscars don't announce their nominees on Tuesday so that theaters have time to adjust their Friday bookings. On the other hand, it means you've got another week before some things return/appear and push Inside Llewyn Davis out of theaters to see it.

  • In the meantime, the multiplexes get a fairly full lineup. One of the bigger entries is Jack Ryan: Shadow Recruit, Paramount's latest attempt to restart the spy franchise, this time with Chris Pine in the part of Ryan but not adapting any particular book by Tom Clancy (probably for the best, considering). Kenneth Branagh directs and plays the villain, with Kevin Costner and Keira Knightley also part of the cast. It's at the Capitol, Apple, Fenway, Boston Common (including IMAX), Jordan's Furniture, and the SuperLux.

    The other big opening is Ride Along, in which Kevin Hart plays a security guard looking to get on the good side of his girlfriend's big-time cop brother (Ice Cube). A night shadowing him on the job where all hell unexpectedly breaks loose ensues. It's at Boston Common, Fenway (including RPX), and Apple. Those same theaters also have Devil's Due, a found-footage-style horror movie about a young couple whose unborn child may be the Antichrist.

    If you want something a little more kid-friendly, there's The Nut Job, an animated movie about woodland creatures looking to steal nuts from a shop. Fun voice cast, including Will Arnett, Liam Neeson, and Brendan Fraser. It's at the Capitol, Apple, Boson Common, and Fenway, in both 2D and 3D at all locations. Boston Common also has Fast Times at Ridgemont High during the afternoon on Sunday & Wednesday and an evening show on Wednesday.
  • The Brattle Theatre gets to open an Oscar nominee, The Square. It's a documentary about what was originally a peaceful revolution in Egypt, only to find the various parts of the coalition turning on each other. It plays all week from Friday to Thursday, with director Jehane Noujaim visiting for a Q&A after the 7pm show on Monday in association with the DocYard.

    There's also a special presentation at 12:30pm on Saturday, the local premiere of Anohana the Movie: The Flower We Saw That Day, which appears to be an anime version of The Big Chill, except that the dead childhood friend appears as a ghost.
  • Kendall Square's new Oscar nominee is The Invisible Woman, although in this packed year it could only get one for costume design. Ralph Fiennes directs and plays Charles Dickens in a story of his 13-year affair with a young actress (Felicity Jones). Kristin Scott Thomas plays the girl's mother, and it's hard to believe this is only the third time she and Fiennes have worked together (and who remembers Chromophobia?). Their sister theater in Waltham (the Embassy) also re-opens Dallas Buyers Club and Gravity to capitalize on their nominations.
  • Apple Cinemas opens Dedh Ishqiya in Hindi with English subtitles; it's apparently a sequel to Ishqiya in which a pair of thieves hide out in Uttar Pradesh and find romance and trouble. If you don't need subtitles, they also have a number of films in Tamil, Telugu, and Malayalam.
  • The Coolidge keeps their main schedule more or less the same, but they have Abel Ferrara's Ms. 45 for Friday & Saturday midnight screenings, and while many places (including the Brattle next week) are showing a new digital restoration, they have it in old-school 35mm. There's also a Sunday morning screening of Gold, about a group of German immigrants come to Canada as part of the 1898 Gold Rush. It features Nina Hoss, and how many times can you say you've seen a German Western? There's also a preview of At Middleton, a comedy in which Vera Farmiga and Andy Garcia play parents who meet during their kids' college tours; there will be a post-film interview with the stars and director Adam Rogers broadcast from NYC afterward (as this is a New York Film Critics Series presentation).
  • The Regent Theatre has a few film events this week, mostly documentaries. First up is Our Mockingbird on Friday; it takes a look at black and white high schools in Birmingham, Alabama, who collaborate to stage Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird. It's the opening night presentation of the Belmont World Family Film Festival, and director Sandy Jaffe will be there for a Q&A. Sunday night they have Racing to Breathe, which follows two brothers who are competitive cyclists despite having cystic fibrosis; the premiere screening also serves as a fundraiser for their racing team. Monday night's doc is The Carbon Rush, which looks at the carbon offset market with a cynical eye. It was booked via Gathr, and the Gathr Preview Series provides the theater's non-documentary booking on Tuesday, Black Out, a fast-paced Dutch Thriller that I enjoyed at Fantasia last summer (although I couldn't write a review because I was exhausted by the end of the day).
  • The rest of the Belmont World Family Film Festival actually takes place in Belmont's Studio Cinema from Saturday to Monday (Martin Luther King Jr. Day), with three matinees per day including both shorts and features from all around the world.
  • The Harvard Film Archive resumes regular programming with retrospectives on two important filmmakers. They begin Time Within Time - The Complete Andrei Tarkovsky with Stalker on Friday (7pm), with Ivan's Childhood Saturday (9:30pm), Solaris Sunday (7pm), and Nostalghia on Monday (7pm). Other slots are filled in with Late John Huston: The Dead at 7pm on Saturday, and The Mackintosh Man at 5pm on Sunday. Both series will continue into February.
  • The Museum of Fine Arts also has new things going this week, with the annual Boston Festival of Films From Iran beginning on Friday. The first week's worth includes Closed Curtain (another example of Jafar Panahi skirting his ban on working in film which plays Friday & Saturday), The Patience Stone (Saturday), Parviz (Sunday), Mory Wants a Wife (Sunday), and Fat Shaker (Thursday). There are also a couple final screenings of Alexander Sokurov's Faust (Saturday & Sunday); the start of a short run for personal Alzheimer's documentary The Genius of Marian (Wednesday & Thursday, with a director appearing in person on Wednesday); andRebel, the story of Loreta Janeta Velazquez, a Latina woman who fought for the South (and served as a spy) during the Civil War, with director Maria Agui Carter on hand to answer questions after it's Thursday night screening.
  • The ICA has two presentations of "the Best of the Ottawa International Animation Film Festival, an hour or so of award-winning and otherwise much-liked shorts from what may be North America's premiere animation festival; they're at 3pm on Saturday and Sunday.
  • Emerson's Bright Lights series returns on Thursday the 23rd with Soundtrack for a Revolution at the Paramount Theater's Bright Screening Room; the film combines archival footage and new performances of the protest songs sung during the civil rights movement.

My plans? Some Oscar (and other) catch-up with Nebraska and Wolf of Wall Street, Jack Ryan, Black Out, The Square, and who knows what else might get fit in. Maybe see if I can stay awake during Stalker or Solaris this time.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

This Week In Tickets: 6 January 2014 - 12 January 2014

Indication that it's a new year: The desk calendar fits differently on the scanner.

This Week in Tickets

First full week in work and otherwise on a regular schedule in over a month, which was in some ways tough getting used to an in some ways reassuring; it was sort of easy to lose track of the days of the week. And the weather didn't make it any easier - the first couple of days were cold, much nastier than the days at the end of the previous week when all the sca-a-a-ry snow was coming down. It made the title of Tuesday's Gathr screening, Summer in February, a bit of a tease, and made any moment spent outside waiting for the bus to or from Arlington, not much fun at all. The movie itself, at least, wasn't bad, a decent costume drama that interested me more for the details.

It was such a reasonably busy week at work that I didn't get out to anything else and was considering just packing it in early on Friday, but all the caffeine finally kicked in by the time I got to the Coolidge at midnight for Wrong Cops, a fun sort-of-spinoff of Wrong that was interesting with the midnight crowd. Even the production company vanity card at the start made us laugh for how off-kilter it was.

I wound up seeing relatively little on Saturday - a midnight movie meant a 2:30am bedtime which meant no time to go see the cheap(ish) screening of The Legend of Hercules on Saturday, and then I found myself staying in until it was time to head over to Fresh Pond for Cold Comes the Night. Not a great movie - I was seeing it half out of fondness for the director's previous film, half to support unusual genre movies playing locally - but not bad. It was actually pouring rain when I got out, though, getting me soaking wet and glad I had time to dry out before heading to the Brattle for Here Comes the Devil, a borderline-great horror movie that suggests that the director of Cold Sweat may have a little more than I expected in him.

Sunday, I met up with friends at The Past, which really needs no "borderline" to qualify its greatness. After that, it was a trip to the grocery store, dinner, and some time to actually write.


Summer in February
Wrong Copes
Cold Comes the Night
Here Comes the Devil
The Past

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

The Past

It's been a while since I've gone to a movie on someone else's suggestion; the Chlotrudis folk with whom I have often seen this sort of boutique-theater movie in recent years didn't seem to have quite so many outings of the sort in 2013 (and when they did, it was at a time and place which was tough for me to make after work), and I suspect that if I were to compare last year to the ones before it, I probably saw less of the conventionally respectable as a result. Fortunately, this was well worth it, a reminder that I really should get to Kendall Square, Coolidge Corner, and the like on my own a bit more.

I do admit, though, that I did wonder about one thing once the movie was over: It's made clear that Lucie and Léa are not Ahmad's kids within the film (even if some of the write-ups I've seen do identify them as such), but the timing seems rather strange: Léa looks to be five or six, and if Ahmad has been away four years, but was with Marie long enough to bond with the kids and marry her... Well, geez, how long did it after Léa was born did it take for Lucie's first marriage to fall apart?

Alternately, I could either be remembering some of the dates mentioned poorly or doing a terrible job of estimating children's ages. But Léa certainly seems younger than my seven-year-old niece, if not by much.

One other thing I found kind of interesting, even though it seems unlikely I'll ever have to deal with it myself, are the mechanics of getting a divorce. For Ahmad and Marie, it happens in what looks like pretty painless fashion, even if it did take them four years to actually get around to it. The question I wonder about is Samir and Céline, and whether it is easier in a legal sense to take her off life support than to file for divorce. That's ghoulish, and it's worth noting that writer/director Asghar Farhadi avoids considering this issue entirely. It probably makes me a bad person that I think this would be the set-up for a fascinating murder mystery.

Le Passé (The Past)

* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 12 January 2014 in Landmark Kendall Square 34 (first-run, DCP)

There are a couple of moments, toward the end of The Past, when it feels like writer/director Asghar Farhadi has drifted too far from where he started. This is not necessarily a huge problem, because what he's doing is still excellent; it's just natural to expect to finish where one begins. The feeling passes, though, as there's certainly satisfaction to be found in a more complex story that isn't necessarily obvious from that first piece.

Said piece is Ahmad (Ali Mosaffa), who has just arrived in France from Tehran to finalize his divorce from Marie (Bérénice Bejo), whom he left four years ago. They are apparently still on friendly terms; Marie even wants him to talk to her older daughter Lucie (Pauline Burlet), who is being difficult even by the standards of 16-year-old girls. When he arrives, he finds Marie's younger daughter Léa (Jeanne Jestin) playing with Fouad (Elyes Aguis), the son of Marie's new fiancé Samir (Tahar Rahim), and that's a bit more than he expected to have to deal with.

It's a crowded house, and one of the most wonderfully real things about the movie is that Farhadi takes that quite literally: With three bedrooms to be shared among six people, the adults spend some time rearranging things so that everybody fits to the kids' great frustration, a scenario that many whose families have gone through divorce and remarriage will find familiar. There are multiple repair projects going on throughout the house, and a shed out back storing the characters' actual baggage. It appears to have sometimes been hard to film in this place, but the way Marie's house reflects her life is a huge part of why the film is able to strike a chord.

Full review at EFC.

Monday, January 13, 2014

Here Comes the Devil

This is an impressive little movie, although not for the squeamish. That's less because of the gore - though there's that - than the fact that this film deals with sex and kids, and not separately. I suspect that it's actually less exploitative on the subject than many - it doesn't taunt the audience with jailbait-y forbidden fruit or scare parents with how danger to their kids could lurk around every corner, but finds a way to use its supernatural horrors to speak directly to a parent's fears: That something terrible will happen to their children, that they will somehow lose the ability to connect with their children, or that their children will do terrible things, all of which can be laid at their feet. Since I don't have any kids of my own, I can't speak first-hand. But, man, all of those possibilities must just be the worst.

That's all I'll say before the review; some potentially spoiler-y stuff at the bottom.

Ahí Va el Diablo (Here Comes the Devil)

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 11 January 2014 in the Brattle Theatre (first-run, DCP)

There are two sorts of horror movies in the world: The kind looking to make the audience jump with a thrill of excitement and the kind aiming to make them shake because they've been confronted with an idea that truly frightens them. Despite the jocular title, Here Comes the Devil fits the second category much more than the first. Maybe it loses something in translation, but not much of what happens does.

After a prologue that hints at a very different sort of movie, we meet a family from the Tijuana suburbs having a day at the beach - father Felix (Francisco Barreiro), mother Sol (Laura Caro), daughter Sara (Michele Garcia), and son Adolfo (Alan Martinez). Sara and Adolfo go off to explore a nearby hill while the parents have some alone time, and it's only after the kids are late returning that they find out that the locals consider the mountain an evil, cursed place. Thankfully, their children are found on the road, but there's something off about them, perhaps more than can be explained by a night alone in a scary location.

Sex causes trouble in almost all horror stories, but few draw as straight a line as early as writer/director Adrián García Bogliano does here: The opening gives the audience some pre-slasher titillation and the main story doesn't just begin in earnest after Sara has her first period, but has Felix & Sol making love and recounting their first sexual experiences even as their children disappear into a suggestively shaped opening. And while early on, Bogliano is mainly using sex as an amplifier, making sure that the idea of frightening change is at the fore of the audience's mind, there is something innately sexual about many of the later incidents, twisted in ways to evoke a parent's worst fears.

Full review at EFC.

SPOILERS!

One of the things I found alternately frustrating and intriguing about this movie is that, even though it's an "evil kid" movie, you seldom see said kids actually doing anything. That's not to discount what they do to Marcia - I actually think having most of the details of this sexual assault off-screen makes it a bit worse, as the staging then never looks silly to the audience - but it emphasizes a couple of things.

First, that the devil's power is just as much in what he can inspire others to do than his own capabilities. Felix & Sol commit the film's nastiest murder, and while it's implied that no tears will be shed for the victim, it seems likely that he was innocent in this case. The changelings have manipulated two good people into a horrible act, and a line can be drawn from the tension they created to Felix killing Sol; they pushed these humans to more than they can handle.

The second idea, though, is somewhat in opposition to the first - that the incest and possibly even the attack is their form of the sexual exploration that Felix & Sol discuss in the beginning. It's clumsy, not something one would approve of, but remember, these demons are newly-human, and we don't know that they killed Adolfo & Sara; they may just have taken the opportunities they were given when the kids (and later, the parents) died near a gate to hell. There's a reason Bogliano ends the movie on the car lurching out of frame; the changeling who replaced Felix has never driven before, and is still learning. This doesn't make what they do forgivable, but the idea that these crimes sometimes happen just as a result of learning is a different type of horror.

!SRELIOPS

It's worth considering, though, and while I stand by what I say in the review that Bogliano maybe could have benefited from a co-director or someone else to channel him away from his more exploitative instincts, he gets far enough down these dark, interesting paths to make Here Comes the Devil a heck of a movie.

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Cold Comes the Night

It's been a few months since one of these genre films popped up at Apple Cinemas - since May 2013, going by when I've been there - and I don't know as I should expect it to happen again any time soon, as I was the only person in the audience for a 5:25pm show on Saturday. It's kind of an in-between time, sure, and we were having a crazy mid-January thunderstorm which might have kept people in their homes, but just one ticket sold?

This makes me sad, because I would really like to see more movies like this (if hopefully of somewhat higher quality) show up in local theaters, and I sometimes get the sense that the people involved would too. I don't know if Ian Judge is still booking the non-Indian movies at Apple since they were purchased from Entertainment Cinemas by an independent operator, but somebody keeps making an attempt, and at times seemed to really be making a push for it - around the time they were showing Aftershock and Black Rock, the "coming attractions" part of their website made it look like this could have been a regular thing. It doesn't seem to stick, most likely because it seems like it's pretty difficult to get the word out. I may get excited when I see a title that I don't recognize listed on a movie-times app, but who else goes searching for such things on a weekly basis? Even if Apple decided to really commit and make sure trailers ran and posters were up for these smaller releases, that's still a somewhat minimal raising of the profile without the other local theaters joining in, television ads, the sort of saturation coverage the bigger movies get on-line.

I do sort of wonder what would happen if they committed a theater to indie/foreign-but-mainstream the way they do to B/T/Kollywood, though. I suspect that there's enough material being released between Well Go, Magnet, IFC Midnight, China Lion, Drafthouse, and other smaller distributors (this one was Samuel Goldwyn, a niche label even if it is owned by Sony) to keep it turned over. There's got to be a way to make it work, but I don't know if it would take more commitment or creativity.

Anyway, even if it's not a great movie, give it some support, even if it's on $5 Tuesday. It's good enough to be a worthy investment in getting more indie genre stuff to show up as something other than a midnight show.


As an aside: In the seven or eight months since I last went there, Apple seems to be upgrading the place nicely. It consists in large part of a bunch of flat-screens being placed above the box office & concession stand, as well as being used to direct the audience to a specific screen, but it looks fairly slick. The digital projection didn't look bad either, and while I was in a different room than usual, things didn't look like basic maintenance had been skimped on any more. this is, perhaps, the essence of damning with faint praise, but the former Fresh Pond Cinemas were rather unpleasant places for a while, but between the upgrade and decent prices, I might wind up going there more often. Good on them.

Also, I found the first three trailers kind of amusingly connected. It's been a while since the Ivan Reitman film being previewed looked better than the Jason Reitman one, but I will happily go see Draft Day before Labor Day. There was also one for 3 Days to Kill which stars Kevin Costner (as does Draft Day), albeit in a Besson/McG action piece, and between that and Jack Ryan, he seems pretty busy, much more visibly so than in recent years.


Cold Comes the Night

* * ½ (out of four)
Seen 11 January 2014 in Apple Cinemas #10 (first-run, DCP)

There are a number of paths to directing major motion pictures, and I suspect that the one Tze Chun is on is fairly common: Do some shorts, make a truly independent film that's close to your heart for next to nothing with unknown actors (Children of Invention), take some jobs in TV, do a genre film with actors who are familiar but maybe not quite stars, and hope all of that adds up to a demonstration of both your talent and professionalism. Cold Comes the Night is Chun's small thriller, and it's not a bad selection if you're looking for some crime you haven't seen. Can't fault it for keeping Alice Eve and Bryan Cranston working, either.

A motel office is not the best place to raise a child, but single mom Chloe (Alice Eve) doesn't have the money to move elsewhere, even though the social worker points out that a lot of drug users, prostitutes, and other unsavory characters pass through as justification for threatening to take Sophia (Ursula Parker) away. Tonight, for instance, there's accented career criminal Topo (Bryan Cranston), his partner Quincy (Robin Taylor), and the girl Quincy picks up. That goes worse than usual, and the next morning, Topo really needs the package in the car that corrupt cop Billy Banks (Logan Marshall-Green) is planning to sell for scrap - and since Topo is nearly blind, he's going to need Chloe's help to get it.

It's basic crime-story material - if you can't draw a line between Chloe's situation and a whole bunch of money up for grabs, turn the movie off and come back when you're awake - but there's potential there: How do Topo's instincts, honed over decades of practical criminal experience, make up for his macular degeneration? With Sophia in the middle of everything, how can Chloe justify not taking the safe play? It looks like Billy might be Sophia's father; how does that complicate things? Unfortunately, it doesn't take long before hope for much in the way of creativity starts to flag; early conversations seem generic, like Chun and his co-writers knew where they needed to go but meant to circle back later with a more interesting way to say it. The job gets done, but seldom in a surprising way.

Full review at EFC.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Wrong Cops

I'm kind of disappointed that Wrong Cops is getting such a tiny Boston release - not just because I think it's pretty funny and those of you who weren't among the dozen or so to see it last night should hit tonight's midnight screening at the Coolidge - but also because it seems like as Quentin Dupieux's films get less strange, they seem to be getting smaller releases here. Rubber had a regular booking at the Kendall, but Wrong found itself getting midnights at the Coolidge and a few dates at the Brattle, and now Wrong Cops looks to be two late nights and done. Sure, it's also available On Demand and via Amazon Instant Video, but once upon a time, being more mainstream got you into more theaters!

One thing I didn't get into in the review is that, while I think calling it a spin-off might be giving Wrong Cops too much connection to Wrong, it does have the same sort of "mostly-twenty-year-old-stuff" aesthetic that Depieux's last movie did. Rubber was kind of similar, and I kind of wonder why he goes for that. I suspect that it's actually something a lot of directors would do if they could get away with it; modern design is often so sleek and minimalist that the function is not always either immediately obvious or expressed by movement, which is why revolvers and flip-phones look good here. Still, modern cars pop up, and it's kind of amusing that, since much of the music in the movie is electronic, the tool used to create that sort of thing (a MacBook) pops up sitting right next to a TI 99/4A computer.

Anyway, the movie's funny. Go see it tonight if you can.

Wrong Cops

* * * (out of four)
Seen 10 January 2014 in Coolidge Corner Theatre #2 (@fter Midnite: Fresh Cuts, digital)

Rubber was surreal. Wrong was bizarre. Spinoff Wrong Cops is peculiar. At this rate, Quentin Dupieux is only a few films away from doing something eccentric but basically sensible. Fortunately, he's not there yet, and the plentiful gags he stuffs into this movie's lean eighty minutes are both quite odd and very funny.

If you saw Wrong, you almost certainly remember the cop played by Mark Burnham, who absolutely stole the two scenes he was in. Here, his Officer Duke sells weed with unusual packaging, harasses a student (Marilyn Manson) over his music choices, and has to dispose of the body of his neighbor (Daniel Quinn) who is not quite dead yet. He tries to foist that job off on desk cop Sunshine (Steve Little), who is able to get out of it by a stroke of luck, and also visits his friend Rough (Eric Judor), a one-eyed cop whose passion is music. Also on the job are Officers De Luca (Eric Wareheim) and Holmes (Arden Myrin), who don't abuse their power as much as they could because they are rather lazy.

Giving a character/actor who excelled in short bursts his own movie is a risky thing, and Dupieux doesn't quite do that - Burnham isn't necessarily playing the same character and many actors from Wrong show up in different roles here (though fans of that movie will smile when they see a man walking his dog). The thing that hasn't changed is that many of these cops are certainly not underdogs the audience is going to pull for (well, maybe Rough is, and Sunshine sort of gets put in that position), but a group of folks' whose amorality combined with incompetence causes some decidedly odd stuff to happen. However, if there's no-one to root for, there's also nobody you can't laugh at.

Full review at EFC.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Gathr Previews Presents: Summer in February

Tuesday night was among the coldest we've had in this area in a while, so let me tell you, being let into the theater a full half hour before the movie started was much appreciated.

It was an interesting movie, although as it went on, I was kind of making associations that didn't necessarily have a lot to do with the movie itself, but do sort of help show how well it does at evoking the time period. First is the one I mention in the review, the Bertie Wooster "well, when someone asks you to marry them" bit. There's a moment when a marriage proposal is made and accepted in what seems like a hasty manner, and it made me wonder just how casually or formally such things happened a hundred years ago, what with dating as we know it not nearly so common as it is now.

The other thing, though, was from the scenes where the entire community was getting together and singing or the like. But it put me in mind of how, when people talk about the way content companies freak out over digital distribution, it's a reflection of how they've tried to kill every new distribution since there has been commercial distribution of media and how even gramophone recordings were fought because they might cut into the lucrative sheet music business. It sounds goofy, but you can see, with everyone gathering around the piano, where this could really have been a thing.

Anyway, it looks like this one was a true preview, and the movie opens next weekend. It's not bad, though I don't know how much distribution it will get with the award nominees taking so much of the boutique theater space.

Summer in February

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 7 January 2014 at the Regent Theatre (Gathr Previews Presents, digital)

Summer in February takes place in 1913 Cornwall, which had become an artists' colony, and in some ways that community is more interesting than any of the people in it. There's nothing wrong with the story the filmmakers are trying to tell or the characters involved, but there are interesting details to the scenes of people being a community that make the love triangle at the center of the movie seem kind of generic by comparison.

That main story has Florence Carter Wood (Emily Browning) coming to Cornwall to live with her brother Joey (Max Deacon) and study painting, though she's pretty enough that some of the artists would have her model as well. One who does is AJ Munnings (Dominic Cooper), a brilliant painter who is as confident of his abilities as he is loud in pubs. His opposite in terms of temperament is Captain Gilbert Evans (Dan Stevens), a handsome reservist who connects these artists with spaces to rent. AJ and Gilbert are friends, but someone like Florence can shake up that status quo.

Fortunately, Florence is not just there to be a thing that brings two men into conflict, but a person who, when she's at her best, can push back at AJ and likely has the potential to become a fine artist herself. She'd likely be diagnosed with something and medicated to help regulate it today, and Emily Browning does well in portraying that sort of fragility as well as the way that Florence is, as they would say then, a sheltered young woman who does not know much of the world. Browning may not quite make Florence the center of the movie, but she does let the viewer see why she can attract through her strength despite a big dollop of insecurity.

Full review at EFC.

Next Week in Tickets: Films playing Boston 10 January 2014 - 16 January 2014

Holidays over, things start getting somewhat back to normal at the theaters, with the busiest week since Christmas. Some of it's actually fairly interesting.

  • A couple of the movies opening in the multiplexes are technically expansions that just hadn't played Boston yet. August: Osage County is star-studded adaptation of a Tracy Letts play about one of those Southern families with a bunch of strong women. John Wells directs; the cast includes Meryl Streep, Julia Roberts, Margo Martindale, Julianne Nicholson, Abigail Breslin, Chris Cooper, and even more. It's at Somerville, Kendall Square, Fenway, and Boston Common.

    You might say that's for the ladies while Lone Survivor is for the guys, which has Peter Berg directing Mark Wahlberg, Eric Bana, Ben Foster, Taylor Kitsch (hey, Battleship reunion!) in a re-enactment of a Navy SEAL mission gone wrong. It's at the Capitol, Apple, Boston Common, Fenway, and the SuperLux.
    Less sophisticated-looking is The Legend of Hercules, a 3D-shot version of the tale that seems to focus more on gladiators than monsters with Kellan Lutz in the title role and DTV action superstar Scott Adkins popping up in a supporting part. Renny Harlin directs, trying to climb back onto the action auteur A-list. It's at Fenway and Boston Common in both 2D and 3D, and 2D-only at Apple.

    Boston Common continues its series of 1980s/1990s movies with The Princess Bride on Sunday afternoon and Wednesday afternoon and evening.
  • In addition to gaining August: Osage County, Kendall Square picks up The Past, the new film from writer/director Asghar Farhadi (who won Best Foreign Language Film for A Separation). This one also plays on the idea of separation, with a man returning to Paris from Tehran to finalize his divorce.
  • Not every noteworthy filmmaker gets such a relatively high-profile follow-up. Tze Chun, who made the pretty darn good Children of Invention about five years ago, has a new one out by the name of Cold Comes the Night, which is only at Apple Cinemas on the T (Hollywood Hits in Danvers). It's a thriller with Alice Eve as a motel owner forced to help a crook played by Bryan Cranston. They also open a few Tamil/Telugu language films without English subtitles.
  • The Coolidge finally gets Her as it expands to more theaters (including Fenway); they also open up a collection of short films from last year's Sundance Film Festival. They've also got some pretty noteworthy new releases at midnight, though: Wrong Cops surrounds Mark Burnham's cop from Wrong with a number of equally incompetent and uncooperative colleagues, and plays Friday and Saturday; Return to Nuke 'Em High Volume 1 only plays Saturday but has director & impressario Lloyd Kaufmann on-hand for that screening (I don't know if he's bringing the full van and cast & crew that accompanied him to Montreal this summer). The Room makes its monthly midnight appearance on Friday.

    Saturday morning, they've got a 35mm print of The Iron Giant as part of their Kids' Shows series; hopefully the childless among us are welcome too. Sunday morning features a Talk Cinema screening, documentary Tim's Vermeer; it shows Texan inventor Tim Jenison trying to figure out how Johannes Vermeer could do such photorealistic work four hundred years ago, and is directed by Teller of Penn & Teller fame. They've also got "Open Screen" on Tuesday.
  • The Brattle Theatre has had all of Hideaki Anno's "Rebuild of Evangelion" movies as they came out, which means Evangelion 3.0: You Can (Not) Redo is there Friday to Monday. Just two shows a day, although Saturday and Sunday also have the first two (You Are (Not) Alone and You Can (Not) Advance) for those who want to make a triple-feature of it. It's a crazy-uneven series that's even uneven within each movie, but pretty gorgeous, and the third is more streamlined before it (like its predecessors) gets insane in a way that non-fans may find incomprehensible.

    The late show on all three nights is Here Comes the Devil, a Spanish horror-film that has been winning praise at genre film festivals and supposedly runs the gamut from gothic to gory. After the weekend, there's a series of one-night events: A DocYard screening of Bending Steel plays Monday, with filmmakers Dave Caroll & Ryan Scafuro answering questions along with the film's subject, would-be Oldetime Strongman Chris Schoeck. On Tuesday, Trash Night comes to the Brattle after having apparently run in the Somerville Micro-Cinema for a year or two with Driving Force, a 1989 crapfest featuring Sam Jones and Don Swayze as rival post-apocalyptic tow truck drivers competing for the hand of Catherine Bach. It's not Lawrence of Arabia, which caps the Peter O'Toole tribute Wednesday night.
  • The Museum of Fine Arts has one last screening of Camille Claudel 1915 on Friday afternoon, and then it's Alexander Sokurov for the rest of the week: Faust on Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Wednesday; The Sun on Saturday, Sunday, and Wednesday; and Molock and Taurus on Thursday.
  • The Regent Theatre just appears to have the Gathr Preview Series this week, but the selection looks pretty worthy: Kids for Cash, a documentary on how a judge conspired with the corrections industry to make sure they reached their quota of new prisoners at a youth facility.
  • The Harvard Film Archive has its members' weekend from Friday to Monday. All 35mm prints, but members have been asked not to say what. That does mean they'll be starting their regular calendar back up in another week, though.


My plans? I might go for a double-late show with Here Comes the Devil and Wrong Cops, catch Cold Comes the Night, Kids for Cash and Tim's Vermeer, and maybe Lone Survivor, Wolf of Wall Street, The Past, and/or Hercules. Boy, that looks ambitious.

Thursday, January 09, 2014

This These Weeks In Tickets: 23 December 2013 - 5 January 2014

I swear, during these two weeks I had a hard time keeping track of what day it was: Two days of vacation (but back home, to be used for Christmas shopping); Christmas; two days at work; weekend; two days at work; New Year's Day; two days working from home because of the storm; weekend... It's actually pretty good to get things back to normal!

23 December 2013 - 22 December 2013
30 December 2013 - 5 January 2014

This Week in Tickets

I did take a bit of a break from Christmas shopping on the 23rd to go see The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug in 3D HFR at the Showcase SuperLux in Chestnut Hill, and since I actually sat in the SuperLux seats this time, I finally had felt like I had seen the place from enough angles to actually write up my thoughts on this theater, which is certainly relatively unique for the Boston area, along with the movie. I wound up liking the second Hobbit movie more than the first, and I think that both the high-frame-rate presentation and the creature-comfort focus of the theater are things that I can get used to, even if they do initially seem off to me.

No time for movies the rest of the week - Tuesday was a frantic day of finishing the shopping and trying to get stuff wrapped before my brother arrived to bring me up to Maine. Kind of a failure on both counts, as I discovered to my horror when finishing my wrapping at my brother's house that I'd forgotten to get something for a sister-in-law. I don't know why she actually got crossed off a list, but this just goes to show you that it's not a great idea to leave Christmas shopping to the last two days after a bunch of travel when you've got three married brothers and four nieces. Stuff goes wrong.

Still, a fair amount of stuff went right, too. My nieces remain the cutest nieces, especially since you've likely never seen a child as happy as a seven-year-old who got an indoor trampoline for Christmas. Little girls with their remote control cars are are a fairly close second. It was the first time in a while that I got to see my grandparents for the holiday, as well. Shame I had to leave to catch a 6pm bus back to Boston, but nearly two weeks away from the office (and a bunch of other people taking vacation) means no showing up late on Thursday.

I didn't get to any movies on Thursday or Friday; things didn't line up on Thursday and the film I wanted to see on Friday sold out right after I checked in with MoviePass, and the newest iteration doesn't respond well to backing out. There were issues on Saturday, too - I forget exactly what I was trying to see at 4pm, but when it balked I went for 47 Ronin, managed to get it to work for Mandela: Long Walk for Freedom, and then cashed in one of the readmission tickets I got for Machete Kills way back when for Dhoom: 3. Mandela was the best of them, although I certainly enjoyed Dhoom: 3. As for, 47 Ronin, it was pretty bad, but someone who worked on the effects was in the theater and thanked us for seeing it and seeing it in 3D, which was kind of cool.

Staying out until 1am watching the Bollywood movie means the next day starts slow, so I just went with The Umbrellas of Cherbourg at the Brattle. Nice new 2K restoration for the movie's 50th anniversary, and a movie that deserves its classic status, even if it can be hard to "hear: subtitles as singing.

47 Ronin

* * (out of four)
Seen 28 December 2013 at Regal Fenway #10 (first-run, RealD 3D)

I said this a few times during the run-up to its release as previews appeared, but it really feels like there wasn't nearly enough scorn for 47 Ronin. Oh, sure, there were people talking about how it ran late and over budget and was pretty clearly more than first-time director Carl Rinsch could handle, but that's just business; the person considering buying a ticket should have roughly zero concern about what sort of entry the production made in Universal's spreadsheets. That it takes a classic, quintessentially Japanese story and buries it with supernatural villains, a hapa viewpoint character, and other things that pervert its central character seems much more worthy of disdain.

That may be unfair, though - I have certainly read a number of manga that take similar approaches, and there is literally no counting how many World War II-set horror movies I've seen. I still think it's kind of sad that this will be the first exposure to the story by many who see it, but most of the decisions I don't like are less offensive than dumb.

Take Keanu Reeves's Kai. The character is everything wrong with the movie, from the studio's fear of making a movie about Japanese people in Japan without a white guy to act as audience surrogate, to being written whichever way is convenient for the moment at hand, to the need to stick a conventional romance and underdog story in the middle of a tale that hinges on the way a different sort of culture works. Plus, he's played by Reeves, who is pretty good within a certain range and, as his choosing to make Man of Tai Chi his directorial debut indicates, apparently genuinely fond of this sort of genre film and thus likely not looking down on the role. He's just all wrong for a samurai movie, though - as much as we think of samurai as stoic and not betraying their emotions, the great samurai stories have an abundance of passion pushing against the outer reserve until it's just about to break. Reeves doesn't do that, and it doesn't help that the make-up he wears to make him look roughly the same age as characters meant to be his contemporaries makes him even more bland.

On the other hand, though, you can't say that Rinsch and company don't get their money's worth. The movie is full of nifty monsters and other effects, rendered in fairly impressive 3D, with the digital appearing augmented by some impressive practical effects. The production values are top-notch, and while I suspect that very few people in the cast speak English as a first language, the film does not become a mess of rough accents and awkward emphasis. Tadanobu Asano and Rinko Kikuchi seem to be having a great deal of fun as the villains, while Hiroyuki Sanada, Ko Shibasaki, Jin Akanishi, Masayoshi Haneda, and more, are pretty good as Kai's allies.

I'm no expert on Japanese culture, so I guess it's silly for me to feel offended about this movie on their behalf. Heck, what relatively little I know probably worked against me, as I giggled a bit at the main character named "Oishi", which probably means something other than "delicious" in this context. Take that away, though, and it's still a pretty but clumsy movie.

This Week in Tickets

You'd think, with all the potential stuff to catch up on and time off, I'd be seeing more, but motivation's been a bit difficult. I know The Wolf of Wall Street and Her are probably going to hang around for a while, and while I'm not opposed to seeing Anchorman 2, I feel no urgency about it. Plus, weather - when though the monster storm we'd been warned about all week wasn't nearly as bad as you would think, it doesn't feel right to go out after working from home out of concern that I might not be able to get back from Burlington.

Still, the New Year's Eve-related stuff wasn't bad at all. The Gathr Previews show was on Monday - presumably because the Regent had some sort of part in Arlington's first night festivities - but was holiday-themed. Jump was actually pretty good, although it could be better. The next day, the employers let us out early which meant I was passing the Capitol Theatre early enough for a matinee of Grudge Match and took that decent (but nicely-cast) moive it. That, in turn had me in Harvard Square just in time for the Brattle's annual New Year's Eve screening of The Thin Man, and while I didn't stick around for After the Thin Man this year, you really cannot go wrong with the first.

Aside: In Jump, it seems like New Year's Eve is an occasion for "fancy-dress" parties in the UK. Mildly disappointed there weren't people in costumes in Cambridge the next night. Yeah, it makes me a hypocrite (I don't think I've worn a real Halloween costume since I was 11), but the folks who do like it seem to be having fun.

The next three days were snowy and about getting writing done, and then I had enough of a headache on Saturday that I didn't see anything that day. Sunday was a double-feature-worthy day, though, with the Brattle showing the pretty darn excellent A Touch of Sin followed by a quick trip two stops up the Red Line for American Hustle.

And now, close to caught up, although it looks like this weekend could throw a wrench into that.

The Thin Man

* * * * (out of four)
Seen 31 December 2013 at the Brattle Theatre (New Year's Eve, 35mm)

Rejoice! Another year has passed on the calendar without Johnny Depp's threatened remake directed by Rob Marshall coming to pass. For that alone, 2013 was a pretty good year at the movies.

As I said last year, The Thin Man is basically perfect, a tight little comedic murder mystery that could find any number of ways to not work, or not age well, but still does. You'd never write it this way today, with Nick Charles drinking like a fish and his wife Nora hardly a full partner in mystery-solving, but that's the glass-half-empty way of looking at it. Half full, Nick is a laid-back person who enjoys his liquor but never seems dependent as much as an overly-enthusiastic fan of good drink, while Nora is thoroughly in love with him but a full personality besides. It's rare to see a married couple on-screen that are so important to each other; usually a character like Nick with a wife like Nora will dominate the film, with the spouse only appearing occasionally. You don't get one without the other here, though.

Meanwhile, director W.S. Van Dyke and writers Albert Hackett & Frances Goodrich let William Powell, Myrna Loy, and company hit just the right notes - some jokes here, something advancing the plot here, and let's keep that plot light without ever forgetting there's a murder or two to be solved. It's an astonishing alchemy, the likes of which one doesn't see too often.

American Hustle

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 31 December 2013 at Somerville Theatre #4 (first-run, 2K DCP)

Perhaps the first thing I thought during American Hustle? Christian Bale really has to get a handle on his eating disorder.

Soon after that, though, we get to the really fantastic thing about the movie: When Amy Adams's character looks at Bale's, says she's going to do X but make it look like Y, but then starts doing such a good job at it that the audience is starting to look at Y as a real possibility in almost no time flat. And while there are many good ways to run a movie about con artists, that may just be among the best. Writer/director David O. Russell is smart enough to make this the engine that drives the movie, and he is able to get a whole lot of mileage out of it.

That may seem like a risk, as doing so puts Amy Adams in the center of the movie and while every reasonable person loves Amy Adams and has since Junebug, it can be easy to think of her as someone who does the wide-eyed girl next door very well but not much else Thankfully, she pretty much crushes it - not just switching accents, but doing it in such a way that the imperfection at various points works as part of her character. She commands the screen, making her character both a clever, sexual mastermind and a vulnerable woman in love. She's also extraordinarily funny, as is the rest of the cast.

The whole group - Adams, Bale, Bradley Cooper, Jeremy Renner, Jennifer Lawrence, Louis C.K., and more - are hilarious, but also fully realized, well-rounded people that are utterly believable even as the series of events spins into stranger and stranger places. At a certain point, the movie does start to get a little extended, with scenes that seem more there to get an actor a good scene and the nagging suspicion that the climax was ten minutes ago.

But, man, is it rare for a movie to sustain the energy and set-up that American Hustle does for that long. David O. Russell doesn't always make great movies, but when he's at his best - and this one is right up there with Flirting with Disaster and Three Kings - he can be tough to match.


The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug
47 Ronin
Mandela: Long Walk to Freedom
Dhoom: 3
The Umbrellas of Cherbourg



Jump
Grudge Match
The Thin Man
A Touch of Sin
American Hustle

Wednesday, January 08, 2014

Gathr Previews Presents: Jump

If I were really clever and writing fast enough to get the review of A Touch of Sin up while there was a little more left of it's brief run at the Brattle, it might have been a good idea to compare and contrast the two. Both movies, after all, are stories of four characters whose lives intersect with occasionally nasty outcomes. It probably wouldn't have turned out well for the decent but not exactly brilliant Jump, though, as Jia Zhang-ke's film is better in just about every fashion.

And it would have been unfair; Jump is less the single-person anthology than a single story told from multiple perspectives. In fact, I think you could probably boil Jump down to the point where it's more obviously Greta's story with the other well-developed characters moving in and out and have it work out a little better. The structure here is kind of a mess, and I think putting effect before cause and having the audience see too many perspectives hurts the movie.

But I also have to be a little honest and say that the end was a problem for me, too. As usual, that goes after the review.

Jump

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 30 December 2013 at the Regent Theatre (Gathr Previews Presents, digital)

Jump spends a fair amount of time presenting itself a certain type of movie - sarcastic, amoral, built on a fractured timeline that aims to make the audience feel clever for putting its multiple points of view together. It does that reasonably well, in fact, but it may not actually be best served by playing it cool in that way, as it's at its best and most interesting when it stops fooling around and says what the characters are feeling.

It's New Year's Eve in Derry, Northern Ireland, and Greta (Nichola Burley) is getting ready to jump off a bridge, worried that she's too much her cruel father's daughter. Greta's best friend Marie (Charlene McKenna) is worried about the way she's been acting lately, but she and her other friend Dara (Valerie Kane) have their own misadventures on tap. Fortunately, Greta is interrupted by Pearse Kelly (Martin McCann), who has been looking for his missing brother and been beaten up for the trouble. It seems Sean Kelly ran afoul of local gangster Frank Feeney (Lalor Roddy), whose vault has just been robbed. He dispatches weary enforcer Ross (Ciaran McMenamin) to get the money back, along with a couple of henchman (Richard Dormer & Packy Lee) who may be more hindrance than help.

Are all these stories eventually going to intersect by the time the movie is over? Most certainly, although writer/director Kieron J. Walsh doesn't always make the most of it - at least if you define making the most of it as having disparate pieces suddenly snap together in a way that the audience doesn't see coming but which makes perfect sense. Walsh and co-writer Steve Brookes do build a little community where everything is connected, at least, with only one or two coincidences more than would be ideal, but it often seems like they want the connection but instead have occasionally split a scene in half in such a way that it's incomplete the first time the audience sees it and redundant the second.


Full review at EFC.

SPOILERS!

After turning the movie over a few times while considering and writing the review, I sort of wonder if I'm not looking at it wrong. I walked out disappointed because there are certain obvious ways to expect a movie like this to shake out - it's got a pair of good-looking leads falling in love at first sight and it's set on New Year's Eve, which is a natural signifier of new starts and happy endings in most cases. So when Walsh kills Pearse and it turns out there's no backdoor out of it... Well, what's up with that?

I still don't think it quite makes a satisfying story. The easily-discovered robbery Greta and Pearse execute and his being run over by Dara basically wind up putting Greta and Marie back where they were before the start of the movie; planning to move to Australia and able to do so in part because of the thing Greta feared from the start - they were able to just walk away from the crimes they were complicit in. And maybe that's what Walsh was going for: You can literally dress Greta up like an angel, but it won't make her one, and New Year's Eve isn't a hard line but just another point in an endless cycle. Still, she wants to be a good person and at least has a friend who is one, so maybe a new start in a new place will let it happen.

!SRELIOPS

Tuesday, January 07, 2014

Grudge Match

I'll be honest... There's not a lot to say about Grudge Match. If you've seen the trailer, you get the basic gist of the movie. And if my fall at the movies is any indication, you've seen the trailer; it played before darn near every single movie I went to over the past few months. The really impressive thing is that it never got old or annoying for me, from the basic statement of the idea to the last couple of zings between Alan Arkin and Kevin Hart.

It's a demonstration of how, as I say below, the movie has a pretty good premise and cast (whom I suspect were part of the premise from the start), but not a great script; the two-minute preview hits most of the notes the audience wants hit and in a livelier manner than the movie can. It just needed more stuff to fill out a feature-length comedy, and the writers didn't seem to have much in the way of ideas.

Oh, and one other thing: As the two main characters are coming out for their match at the end, "Shipping Up to Boston" plays for the De Niro character, and... What? This movie has such a solid Pittsburgh identity (despite being mostly filmed in Louisiana, but never mind that), why do you go with that? Sure, I guess it's the most popular Irish-American song you can think of right now, but that also just highlights how weird it is to have De Niro playing an Irish-American guy. Let's face it, you're casting these parts based on everything else the actors bring to them, and De Niro doesn't bring "Irish". Heck, no matter how many times they referred to him by the name "McDonnen", it just failed to register; I figured I was mis-hearing some more Italian name.

That happened for everyone else, right?

Grudge Match

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 30 December 2013 at Capitol Theatre #3 (first-run, 2K DCP)

At many, many, many points in Grudge Match, it gets very easy to wonder if anybody involved really thought this through beyond the high-concept casting of the stars of Rocky and Raging Bull as boxing rivals set up for a rematch thirty-odd years later. The good news is that not only did the filmmakers get that ideal casting, but at some point the actors decided to take a little bit of the "we're old, but we've still got some pride" message to heart and make a bit of effort.

Rocky's Sylvester Stallone plays Henry "Razor" Sharp, while Robert De Niro plays Billy "The Kid" McDonnen, both Pittsburgh natives who had a pair of memorable fights in the early 1980s and were set for a rematch when Razor suddenly retired. Now, Razor is a steelworker whose only connection to boxing is visiting his old trainer Louis "Lightning" Conlon (Alan Arkin) in the retirement home, while McDonnen trades off his fame at various small businesses. A story on ESPN has their late promoter's son Dante Jr. (Kevin Hart) hustling to get them in a video game, which becomes a rematch, even though they're even older than Foreman was during his comebacks. And in case there wasn't enough drama, Sharp's ex-girlfriend Sally (Kim Basinger) and McDonnen's son B.J. (Jon Bernthal) return to their lives.

That's a great cast, and it's a good thing, because there's not a whole lot to the script. It hits on a lot of situations that have some whiskers on them, making macho old-guy jokes and setting up situation that desperate sitcom writers might avoid because they've got at least a little bit of pride. There's not really a "ha, that's clever!" moment in the entire movie, although to its credit, there also aren't many times when things feel sloppy. Yes, many situations are predictable or convenient, but writers Tim Kelleher and Rodney Rothman stitch them together fairly well.

Full review at EFC.

Monday, January 06, 2014

The Umbrellas of Cherbourg

The last time I tried to see The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, it was also at the Brattle, although it appears to have been long enough back that I wasn't assiduously writing everything up, especially if a nap occurred. I'm not saying it necessarily did, since there are jumps in this movie that can make it seem like I missed more than I did if I watched it while ailing or tired and thus didn't see every detail lodge itself in my head, but it's the sort of movie where that might happen, airy and light and I quite possibly wasn't in the right mood.

That's why I was maybe a little reluctant this time around, not just because of the possibility of a wasted afternoon out, but because it left the impression of "that's a neat trick". It's very easy to see Umbrellas as a gimmick movie, with its bright colors and sung dialogue, and that's about where I was with it. It is, of course, better than that, and maybe the next time I see it I'll swoon in the way that it deserves (or at least, the way which seems to be the most appropriate reaction). This time, after all, I simply grew fond. Perhaps true love takes time.

It at least looked very nice at the Brattle, which snuck its anniversary booking of the movie's new digital restoration in early for Christmas (it turns 50 this year). It's not necessarily a strong tie - only the finale sequence really gives it an argument for being a holiday movie, though it is better to end on Christmas than have the day come elsewhere in the picture. I was kind of disappointed that I couldn't get to their other Christmas movie (Die Hard). Between missing that and not watching the "Blue Carbuncle" episode of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes this year, I missed out on some holiday viewing traditions.

Les parapluies de Cherbourg (The Umbrellas of Cherbourg)

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 29 December 2013 at the Brattle Theatre (Special Engagements, 2K DCP)

The Umbrellas of Cherbourg is one of the more specific reasons why I wish I'd put more effort into French class back in high school. It is, after all, a beautiful movie in both its visuals and simple construction, but the bigger problem is that I just don't hear subtitles as sung in my head. It's sad to see a great film and know one is missing something, even though its greatness is still obvious.

Things start out simply enough. The year is 1957, and seventeen-year-old Geneviève Emery (Catherine Deneuve) is madly in love with twenty-year-old mechanic Guy Foucher (Nino Castelnuovo). Her mother (Anne Vernon) does not approve, though that may have more to do with still seeing her daughter as a child than any specific problem with the affable Guy. Then again, when mother and daughter meet debonair Roland Cassard (Marc Michel), a dealer in precious gems, the mother's mind changes, especially as Guy has been called to do his military service while there is a war in Algeria. And then Geneviève finds herself pregnant...

From the very start, The Umbrellas of Cherbourg applies the trappings of a fairy tale to its story. It is full of pastel colors, bright, reedy music, and characters who express themselves simply, singing their words rather than just speaking them. In other movies this might be a source of bitter irony, as life proves not to be a fairy tale. Present-day practicalities may trump grand promises meant to be kept over years; both a woman's suitors may be good men; love may be unbalanced and imperfect. But though many of these things may turn out true, writer/director Jacques Demy does not feel the need to be cruel about it. Life may not be a fairy tale, but there is still a beauty to be found in it. It may be tinged with melancholy and might-have-beens, but that's the way it is.

Speaking of beauty, this film introduced the world to Catherine Deneuve, and though it is not necessarily her voice we hear - singing voices are listed for all the main characters; for Mlle. Deneuve, it would be Danielle Licari - it is her eyes we see, wide and full of an innocence that marks her as not just untouched, but unformed. Fifty years later, even though styles have changed, changed back, and changed again, there's still something breathtaking about her, a first impression that sticks with the audience even as the reality gets more complicated.

The rest of the cast often exists in her shadow, even when she's not on screen. Marc Michel (with Georges Blaness singing) reprises a character he'd played in one of Demy's previous films, and it's a small miracle that fifty years on, Roland does not come across as a creep who should perhaps be romancing Geneviève's mother instead of her; there's a sincerity to him that lets the audience believe in his romantic soul and heartbreak, even when we haven't seen Lola. Nino Castelnuovo (sung by José Bartel) doesn't impress quite so much until we see him on his own, but he does stand out from the folks doing passable well in smaller roles - Anne Vernon as Geneviève's mother, Mireille Perrey as Guy's aunt, and Ellen Farner as her nurse Madeline.

Farner does get one of the movie's more memorable moments, a great example of what can be done with just a look and a bit of camera movement. It's the sort of thing that demonstrates just how carefully Demy and his crew have worked to make everything seem light and breezy, from the bright wallpaper that looks both cheery and worn to Michel Legrand's effervescent score. There's a calculated simplicity to the entire film, but it's a matter of going without needless complications rather than taking shortcuts.

The singing does, admittedly, seem a little forced at times, as Demy isn't writing lyrics but just words Or maybe that's in my head, where I'm falling just short of synchronizing the English translation with the music or the spot where an actor's voice rises. That, however, is my issue rather than the movie's, and the deceptively simple beauty of everything else makes up for it.

(Formerly at EFC)

A Touch of Sin

I think I say pretty much all I can say about A Touch of Sin in the review - it's pretty great, more so after you start poking at it, and it didn't hurt that I saw American Hustle right after and felt that one started sputtering with a half hour left, while A Touch of Sin is about five minutes shorter but has no dead weight.

It's at the Brattle through tonight (Monday, 6 January 2014), so if you're in the Boston area, haven't seen it, and are reading this the day it gets posted, get on that.

Also, this is another example of how Paris may be the greatest movie city in the world - this was at about a dozen theaters there during my vacation, for multiple weeks, but could only muster one screen X four days in Boston.

A Touch of Sin

* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 5 January 2014 at the Brattle Theatre (Special Engagements, 2K DCP)

Considering the tales that have been told about China's film censorship bureau and the way that most of the films exported from tend to be set in a prosperous Beijing, the existence of something like A Touch of Sin is almost shocking; it runs completely counter to that narrative. Its four stories have their individual moments that shock, too, but the film is better than the moments of surprise it creates; it's an engrossing collection anchored by its intriguing characters.

It starts out as the story of Dahai (Wu Jiang), a much-liked resident of a coal town who aims to fight the corruption around how the village is being exploited but which he may be no match for. From there, it segues to that of Zhou San (Wang Baoqiang), a migrant worker who sends a great deal of money back to his family but may be rather ruthless in how he does so. Then there's Xiaoyu (Zhao Tao), a "sauna" receptionist having an affair with a married man (Zhang Jia-yi), and Xiao Hui (Luo Lanshan), a careless factory worker who at least meets a nice girl ("Vivien" Li Meng) when he takes a job as a waiter in a nightclub.

The four tales are connected, although writer/director Jia Zhang-ke doesn't make a recurring gimmick of how he does so: At one point a scene starts with one protagonist and ends with another, but the next transition is an almost completely clean break. It makes for an unusually balanced split between the stories being very individual and also unified by the same underlying issues. As impressive as the structure is, it works in large part because the four stories nestled within it are strong individually. Averaging a bit over a half-hour each, they have enough time to let the audience get to know the person and situation in question and also have a full story play out. All four are strong, too; one is unlikely to find oneself just marking time until the next one comes along in any of them.

Full review at EFC.

Friday, January 03, 2014

Next Week in Tickets: Films playing Boston 3 January 2014 - 9 January 2014

First weekend of the year is the deadest weekend of the year. Of course, it's also generally one where there's the most to catch up with. This year some places are opening up late on Friday because of a snowstorm and may be running with light schedules otherwise, even though it turned out relatively light.

  • Let's start things off with a new series for the new year: The Somerville Theatre and Chris Hallock (who programmed last summer's Cinema Slumber Party) are going to be running a series of nice movies in the screening room on the occasional Friday and Saturday (right now, it looks like roughly every three weeks). This weekend, the series kicks off with GLOW: The Story of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling. Just like it sounds, it's a documentary on one of the more unusual wrestling promotions of the 1980s.
  • Two stops down the Red Line, The Brattle Theatre will be presenting A Touch of Sin, the new film by Jia Zhangke, one of the most noteworthy directors working in mainland China today. The film follows four people touched by violence in contemporary China, which sounds much meatier than the period pieces or romantic comedies touting the land's prosperity that usually come out of the People's Republic. It runs from Friday to Monday.

    On Tuesday through Thursday, the Brattle presents the non-Lawrence part of their tribute to Peter O'Toole with four 35mm prints: A double feature of My Favorite Year & The Stunt Man on Tuesday, What's New Pussycat? on Wednesday, and Venus, which netted him his last Oscar nomination, on Thursday. It's a short series, although Lawrence of Arabia will play again on Wednesday the 15th.
  • Only one movie opens in the mainstream 'plexes this weekend, Paranormal Activity: The Marked Ones, a Latino-oriented spin-off of the found-footage series that, shockingly, did not have an entry this past Halloween. Supposedly, it's not Paranormal Activity 5 (or 6, considering there's a Japanese spin-off in there too), in part because the previews show it as less pinned down to one location. It's at Fenway (including RPX), Boston Common, and Apple.

    Boston Common also has a series of what TNT used to call the "new classics" starting up on Sunday the 5th, when Big plays at 2pm, with 2pm and 7pm screenings on Wednesday.
  • The Coolidge doesn't open any new movies, but they do start some of the special presentation series up again. Aliens, for instance plays the Friday & Saturday midnight shows in 35mm. Pretty good, even if it does go too far in giving the aliens a familiar life cycle in my opinion. On Monday, there's a "Stage & Screen" show of Secretary, as the director and cast of The Huntington Theatre Company's production of Venus in Fur discuss Steven Shainberg's similarly-kinky movie (which screens in 35mm) afterward.
  • The Museum of Fine Arts continues its series of four films by Alexandr Sokurov, including Taurus (Friday & Sunday), Moloch (Saturday), and Faust (Wednesday & Thursday). There are also more screenings of Camille Claudel 1915 on Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Wednesday, and Thursday (with one last show next Friday, the 10th).
  • The ICA will has one last screening of "The British Arrows" on Saturday, and then you'll have to find a way to watching British TV if you want to see prize-winning UK advertising. On Thursday (the 9th), they have another collection of award winning shorts, this one the Best of the Ottawa International Animation Film Festival 2013. It's one of the biggest animation festivals in the world, so that should be some good stuff.
  • On Satruday, The Regent Theatre hosts the Boston Premiere Event for Milwood, a locally -produced thriller about a boy who finds strange things afoot after being placed in a state facility after (I presume) his parents are killed or imprisoned and finds strange and nasty things afoot. On Tuesday, the Gathr Preview Series presents Summer in February, a romantic drama set in a Cornwall artist colony in the early twentieth century; Dominic Cooper, Emily Browning, and Dan Stevens star.


My plans? A Touch of Sin, Summer in February, The Wolf of Wall Street, American Hustle, and... what else? Oh, Her, though I may wait for that to play the Coolidge starting the 10th. If it snows some more, maybe make a dent in the pile of Blu-rays. I should separate out the ones for movies that came out this year and might be worth a look for award-voting purposes, anyway.

Movie/Theater: What The Hobbit in HFR and the Showcase SuperLux Have in Common

When The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey opened with a 48 frames-per-second presentation in some theaters last year (twice as many as the industry-standard 24), you found very little praise for the new format online; take the usual bellyaching about 3D and amplify it, and that's roughly what came out. I was sort of with them, although I had a very hard time deciding whether my unease was because the super-smooth movement (and a number of other effects which I don't know enough about cinematography or human vision to quantify) was objectively inferior or simply different enough to require time to get used to it which likely won't come.

(I do, idly, wonder how things might have gone had Roger Ebert still been with us. He spent years advocating for the Maxivision 48 system, and I have no idea if seeing 48fps in a feature film would have changed his mind, or if he would have blamed any shortcomings on 3D. A loud critical voice excited about high frame rates certainly might have reshaped the conversation!)

There were far fewer HFR screenings of the second part this fall, whether because audiences genuinely rejected it or because Warner Brothers just decided it didn't need to deal with this debate again on a yearly basis; they certainly put less emphasis on it in the promotions. As a result, by the time I could actually see it, the SuperLux was actually the most accessible location. At this rate, it will be a "you'd better see it opening night" situation next year.

The funny thing was, I actually liked it a bit more this time. I suspect Peter Jackson and company both learned from actually seeing the results last year and have had more time to refine their digital effects and coloring. There are still times when the movie has the look of a video game (games frequently run at a higher frame rate) or otherwise appears "wrong" to an eye used to 24fps film, but, given the chance, I think I could get used to this. I'm reasonably sure that every other 3D presentation I see over the next few months is going to look much worse, as both the higher frame rate and 4K projection really help sell the illusion of three dimensions quite a bit. (If you just want to know what I thought of the movie, jump to the end of the entry.)

Similarly, I think I could get used to seeing movies at the SuperLux, although there are things about it that initially strike me as "wrong", even though I'll generally argue that there's no wrong way to enjoy a movie with the general exception of when it interferes with someone else doing so, which is less "you're doing it wrong" than "you're doing it at the wrong place and time". It has its good enough points, though, even I don't think I'd want to see the majority of my movies there.

Exterior/Box Office

SuperLux Exterior

For a "premium" theater, it's unassuming enough from the outside, opting to understate its high-end contents at street level rather than come across as obviously luxurious and decadent. It's at the end of "The Street", a string of shopping plazas that merge into one through similar dimensions, style, and tone - you won't find thrift stores there, but you also won't find many places that come off as way out of a middle-class suburbanite's price range. Fun trivia - to get to this theater from the Chestnut Hill T station, you have to walk past the vacant space of old AMC Chestnut Hill, which still looks like the old 1970s-era cinder block it was.

Once inside, you're confronted by touch-screens and escalators, and the touch-screens are my biggest beef with the place - I often have dreadful luck with touch interfaces, and these ticket kiosks are occasionally difficult to use. For some reason, each movie is listed twice, once for the "LuxLite" seating and once for the "SuperLux" seating, but just looking at the screen won't necessarily tell you which is which if you don't already know those names, as they are distinguished by an alphanumeric code after the movie title. Once you've chosen your movie, and price level, it brings you to a screen that allows you to choose your seats, which is also not a great interface; the color coding is not immediately obvious, the individual seats are too small on the screen, and on my first visit I was actually unable to choose a seat and had to go to the concierge desk. It also appears that the first couple of rows are locked until the rest of the "LuxLite" seats fill up, something I'm of two minds about - they are fairly close to the screen, but I'd rather sit front-row center than at the end of the third row, and seeing them empty but not being able to select them frustrated me.

Note that less-than-ideal interface design on the kiosks isn't unique to this theater - I have my issues with the ones at AMC and Regal as well - but it is kind of frustrating because there is no traditional box office for those who prefer interacting with a human being even if they are not frustrated by not being able to get the machine to do what they want, especially since they're paying a relatively high price for service and the place can feel overstaffed in other areas. It's impersonal and could be much improved by either having a more intuitive interface on the touchscreens or a visible customer service representative (or, ideally, both).

Lobby

SuperLux Lobby

Once you've got your tickets, the next step is the lobby. It's a pretty terrible picture, but it gets across how tony the place is. The desk on the right is an island that serves as the "concierge desk" for customer service. When I had to use it to get into Gravity, the folks were nice, but things moved slowly, in part because a place like this thrives on the feeling of personal service, so making sure the person at the desk right now feels important can feel like more of a priority than getting to each one of the people in line who would like something resolved before their movie starts at a fixed time. It doesn't help that the software at the concierges' disposal appears to be just as user-friendly as the customer-facing stuff; it seemed to take forever to switch modes, open up seating, etc.

The thing that struck me most about this area, though, is how quiet it was compared to a typical cinema lobby. There are no video games or vending machines, no five stations of people ordering tickets or snacks, no lines, and not really a whole lot of people hanging around waiting for the last show in their theater to get out or for friends to show. Even the piped-in music is fairly sedate. It's not bad, per se - if you're like me, you'll just be walking straight through this area; if you're not, maybe you'll order a cocktail at the bar, have a meal at the attached Davio's Steakhouse, or gather with your friends around one of those little tables that puts your group close enough to each other but far enough from anyone else that you don't have to make your voice carry.

It's nice, but not what I'm used to - I take public transportation to multiplexes or neighborhood theaters with tight lobbies where you might have to stop at the box office, the concession stand, and a bar to get everything you need before awkwardly presenting your ticket with your hands full. There are days when I don't like the noise, but I've gotten used to it, and the lack of it seems like a demonstration of how part of the appeal of the SuperLux is keeping the riff-raff out, and some part of me wants to declare that movies are for everyone, that the fact that cinemas are one of the places where we rub elbows with people of different classes and backgrounds is a good thing, as opposed to this yuppie enclave. On the other hand... Yeah, it is nice to hear yourself think, relax, maybe loosen up with a beverage if that's your thing. It is, in fact, quite pleasant to know that the guy in front of you is working exclusively on getting things right for you rather than just wanting to keep the line moving. The traditional cinema lobby is communal, but it's full of people going a dozen different directions, and quiet order is a worthwhile alternative to the usual.

Whatever you think of this room, there's a ticket-ripper on the other end who will direct you to your theater. There, you may see what I mean about the place sometimes seeming a bit overstaffed, with four to six ushers waiting outside the room to show you to your seat. Again, it's a bit weird to me; even in places with assigned seating like ballparks or concert halls, I'm used to figuring out how the rows are numbered and just sitting down, and that effect seems amplified when you're a single moviegoer walking past a crowd of people who seem taken aback that you might seat yourself. Just remember, though, that despite the big screen at the front of the room and the neatly arranged rows of seats, this is in many ways a restaurant more than a theater, and there's nothing strange about being shown to your seat in a restaurant.

Theaters

SuperLux Theater

Here's the thing - once you get into your seat, a lot of the things that may have seemed strange or off-putting before fade to the background, because what goes on in here is fairly excellent. Not perfect, at least to my way of thinking, but my priorities aren't necessarily those of the SuperLux's target audience. I want nothing between me and the movie; this place is built to offer, as the name says, super-luxurious service.

The basics, at least, are well-covered. All six screens are fair-sized, especially compared to the cozy 80-100 person capacity and dimensions of the room, and they all feature 4K Sony digital projection with 7.1-channel surround sound. I believe they are all 3D capable, and from what I've read, the captioning and amplification devices for those who need them are state of the art LCD glasses, as opposed to finicky listening devices or mirrors that must be positioned to capture a marquee above the projection booth. Now that I think about it, this may be the first theater in the Boston area that was built to be fully digital, rather than replacing or existing next to 35mm projectors, and the clarity suggests that this certainly doesn't hurt. No ads play on the screen before the movie's start time, and the movie itself is preceded only by theatrical trailers and a bumper for the theater. It's a bummer that this is worth mentioning, but it is.

The seating is comfortable as well, with wide, soft-but-firm seats that have a swinging desk surface on which one will find menus and, for 3D movies, glasses. It's pretty nice to have a flat, steady surface to place your concessions on. If you shelled out the extra $8 for the "Superlux" seating, there are buttons on the side of your chair that reveal it to be a motorized recliner. It beats out the RPX screen at Fenway for the best local movie theater seats at an establishment whose primary purpose is not selling furniture, and those extra little practicalities put it right up there with Jordan's.

Then there's the menus. If you sit in the front "LuxLite" section, you're given a lighted booklet with drinks on one side and food on the other, and the wait staff will try and serve you before the movie starts (no orders will be taken after the lights go down, but they may be brought to your seat); if you sit in the "SuperLux" section, the menu is a tablet computer - the website calls it an "IPad", but the dimensions are closer to my Android Nexus 7. I was initially confused, trying to figure out how to order directly from the tablet, double-tapping and flicking once the item I wanted was on screen; instead, you hit a call button on the armrest and a waiter will come to take your order, even during the movie.

The food is pretty good, although the selection is much broader in the SuperLux rows. When I sat in the LuxLite section for Thor: The Dark World, I had some chicken tenders and fries. Pretty good, though I might have liked a little more meat and a little less batter. When seeing The Hobbit from the SuperLux seats, I ordered the Korean sirloin steak with mashed potatoes followed by the key lime pie, and that was definitely satisfactory! It was also a sign of the level of service a premium seat includes that you could specify how long you wanted between the (hypothetical) appetizers, main course, and dessert being served. I'm not sure whether having a waiter bring you a steak during your movie or having him or her deliver a bag of Peanut M&Ms is more indulgent, but it makes the whole movie experience excellent. Popcorn is complimentary in the SuperLux section (not in LuxLite), and be aware that your $4.50 soft drink is restaurant-sized, not cinema-sized. Alcohol is served.

It has taken me three visits to get to know the place well enough from the inside that I can purchase my assigned seat with confidence. One thing you may notice from the photograph is that while the place features what is technically stadium seating, it's a much gentler slope than what is currently in vogue. And while there is more leg room in the LuxLite seats than at a typical theater, it's still a bit of a squeeze for the waiter to bring you your snacks, especially if the lights have already gone down. It's not quite as perfect a set-up as the Austin Alamo Drafthouse locations I saw some SXSW screenings at five years ago, where a steeper stadium slope and a walkway behind each row of seats allowed food to be delivered without stepping on toes or disturbing anyone's eyeline. I actually wound up glad to be in the second row of SuperLux seating for The Hobbit; ushers walking between the sections still had their heads poke into view there, but it would have been worse in the first row seats that I would have purchased if they weren't already claimed before I got there. I recommend arriving early to make sure you can claim seats in the centers of rows; there are a lot of people walking through the audience at various times, and sitting in the middle not only affords you the head-on view that I prefer in all screens, but as a practical matter it keeps more people out of view.

In summary...

Given that I am on the thrifty side and can see most movies for rather less money using MoviePass (and less hassle - it's a bit of a hike from the Chestnut Hill T stop, although suburban folks who drive everywhere won't mind as there's a fair amount of parking), I probably won't go to the SuperLux very often now that I've satisfied my curiosity. Thus far, the film selection hasn't been the sort of thing that necessitates a trip out of the city, and that's a bit of a surprise to me; I figured a place positioning itself as being for the demanding moviegoer might have some restored classics or critical darlings as opposed to Jackass Presents Bad Grandpa. It makes sense, though - Showcase is trying to capture the people who don't like the movie theater environment by offering personal service at prices just high enough to keep the folks who aren't picky about how they see a movie out, and the "I hate going to the movies" crowd isn't necessarily looking for better movies.

Still, I can see myself going there semi-regularly, and not just as a special treat. The prices may induce a little sticker shock - $20 for LuxLite and $28 for SuperLux - but they're actually not as bad as they sound. The official ticket prices, as far as the studios and box-office charts are concerned, are actually $15 and $23; the extra $5 can be applied against your food/drink bill. There's also no surcharge for 3D movies, and once that's taken into account, a LuxLite ticket paired with some candy and a soda that admittedly won't explode your bladder suddenly looks pretty competitive with the downtown multiplexes. SuperLux is an indulgence - I think my ticket, steak, soda, and pie cost me about $60 once tax and tip were figured in, and that's a pretty expensive night at the movies, albeit one that includes a better-than-decent meal.

In many ways, this place is the opposite of what I would open if I had the chance, but the audience Showcase is courting doesn't match the niche I would try to fill given the resources to open my own theater. It's a very comfortable way to see a movie, and there's something very appealing about a place that tries to serve one segment of the audience very well as opposed to trying to make a place that offers something to everyone the way a typical multiplex does.

The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug

* * * (out of four)
Seen 23 December 2013 at Showcase SuperLux Chestnut Hill #3 (first-run, RealD HFR 3D)

... but when it comes right down to it, it's the movie that's important, and at the end of the night, The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug did not ruin a perfectly good steak dinner. And while the pampering may certainly have contributed to me liking Smaug better than An Unexpected Journey, I think Peter Jackson has still made himself a pretty good movie here.

Admittedly, some of the problems that plague the first one are still present in the second. I hope that, when all is said and done, Jackson doesn't just present extended editions, but also gives us a look at how the original two-part adaptation would have been like. Splitting the story into three has left it feeling stretched out, especially since I half-suspect that these movies are as long as they are (two hours, forty minutes) because even a long but not crazy 2:20 would have made breaking them into three rather than two harder to justify. This time, instead of ending on an anticlimax, the movie ends on a cliffhanger, but one that seems like a fairly random stopping point.

Still, there is a great deal of pretty excellent material here. Martin Freeman's Bilbo, secretly carrying the One Ring, is starting to enjoy the fact that he's suddenly important and capable of doing great things, and Freeman does a fine job of showing how, as much as the Ring may be stoking this desire for personal glory that borders on recklessness, some of it comes from inside Bilbo himself. Gandalf's side of the story isn't quiet so interesting, but it's fun to watch Orland Bloom, Evangeline Lilly, and Aidan Turner play off each other. And Stephen Fry! Stephen Fry was an unexpected treat.

Plus, the action - some of it is amazing. The barrel escape from the elves' dungeons at the center of the film is incredible, somehow managing to bounce from whimsical to not messing around with amazing grace. The choreography of it is Spielbergian, light on its feet, in constant motion, but with each action leading to the next so smoothly that it feels like watching some sort of dance. I suspect in the original conception, that would have been the climax of the first movie, with the second being more Smaug-centric. I love Smaug, though - for all that much of the final action sequence is somewhat drawn out, the dragon may be Weta's finest creation, and even with Benedict Cumberbatch's voice distorted, he's a fabulously realized monster and antagonist.

I half-wonder how much of the change in the appearance of the film in HFR this time around is down to Jackson and company understanding what works for a feature better and how much is pushing the look closer to that of the Lord of the Rings trilogy. There's a definite change in perspective here, somewhat less the bright, kid-friendly adventure of the first part as the darkness from the other set of movies starts to intrude, and the job Jackson does of forging that link makes me wonder what I'd remove to have a less-bloated Hobbit series. Making that short book this big has caused some problems, but also created some rewards.