Monday, September 13, 2010

This Week In Tickets: 6 September 2010 to 12 September 2010

The theme of this week's moviegoing isn't quite rushing to stay ahead of stuff closing, but there was a fair amount of that going on:

This Week In Tickets!

The initial plan for the week had actually been to see the Mesrine movies on back-to-back nights, but a combination of rain and screwy screening times did that in: For some reason, Landmark was programming Kendall Square like these two movies were unusually long, rather than under two hours with room to spare. Once I saw that they'd be splitting a screen starting on the 10th (note: This means that they are on their way out; see them before the end of Thursday if you haven't), it made more sense to just wait and fit Animal Kingdom, which had no 7pm screenings, into there somewhere. It probably would have been easier if I'd made use of Monday's day off, but for some reason I didn't.

It wound up being an all crime/action week, and as it turned out, there wasn't a bad one in the bunch:

Animal Kingdom

* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 9 September 2010 in Coolidge Corner Theatre #2 (first-run)

Animal Kingdom is kind of brilliant, really. It's a family melodrama and crime thriller brought so down to earth as to be almost unrecognizable as those typically operatic genres. It's almost off-puttingly chilly, from the opening scenes where Joshua Cody (James Frecheville) seems to treat his mother's dying of a drug overdose as something that gets in the way of his watching Deal or No Deal. There are few, if any, memorable scenes that involve people raising their voices to each other.

And yet, it's thrilling. Joshua is plunged into his small-time crime family's activities not when they're riding high, but when the noose is starting to tighten, and the pull of both his family and his girlfriend's is balanced perfectly. The portrayal of the police is well-handled, too - Guy Pearce's detective seems a reasonable sort, but the rest are a violent force looking to eliminate the Codys without much in the way of due process.

With any luck, there will be some awards talk for a few of the actors involved. Jacki Weaver gets the flashy role as Joshua's grandmother, with displays of impressive ruthlessness despite not looking like much to begin with, while Frecheville does very well in making Joshua conflicted but not indecisive.

Machete

* * * (out of four)
Seen 12 September 2010 in AMC Boston Common #5 (first-run)

I remember a lot of people describing the Machete trailer as the best part of Grindhouse a couple years ago, and while I wouldn't say it's even close - does anything really beat Zoe Bell on top of the car for the last twenty minutes or so of Death Proof? - it was certainly the best of the fake trailers, and it was a genuine kick to see Robert Rodriguez spin the character off into his own movie.

A kick in part because Rodriguez has a real knack for getting the most out of his cast, even when they're people like Jeff Fahey, Jessica Alba, Don Johnson, Cheech Marin, Lindsay Lohan, and other folks you might (rightly or wrongly) not think much of. Nobody is really stepping very far outside their comfort zone, but all of them are well-utilized. He maximizes the funny/sexy/cool from every contributor and situation.

Also, are there many filmmakers better at getting their vision on-screen than Robert Rodriguez? Part of it is that his name is all over the credits - although, interestingly, while many previous movies would show him as a one man show, with credits like "written/produced/shot/cut/directed by Robert Rodriguez", this one shows him paired up with someone for every one of those jobs. But there's a quite frankly remarkable consistency of tone to this action comedy, with the blood, skin, and 'splosions just a bit over the top, right on the line where they can be enjoyed both as grandiose action movie craziness and parody of same. This is an action movie with a personality, unquestionably Rodriguez's; a person watching it knows both what he likes and where he's coming from.

Salt

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 12 September 2010 in AMC Boston Common #5 (first-run)

Salt came out while I was in Montreal, and despite the generally good notices, I kept putting off seeing it after I got back. The creative team was interesting - both director Philip Noyce and writer Kurt Wimmer have done stuff I like, but also vanished for long periods. And the plot outlined in the trailer seemed a bit on the far-fetched side.

Now, I'm still not sure whether Wimmer's script completely holds together, but it's enjoyably audacious, and Angelina Jolie is great in the title role - physical, smart, and projecting just enough doubt to make the audience wonder whether she's the hero or villain of the piece. Outside of her, it's a pretty low-key cast: Liev Schreiber as her boss at the CIA, Chiwetel Ejiofor as the guy heading up the manhunt, Daniel Olbrychski as the Russian walk-in up to no good, and August Diehl as Salt's arachnologist husband are all pretty solid. Andre Braugher shows up as the Secretary of Defense in the last act, proving once again that movie casting directors have no idea what to do with Andre Braugher.

And, of course, Wimmer and Noyce manage to cook up some pretty darn impressive action scenes. There's a ridiculous chase scene early on that takes jumping from vehicle to vehicle to the next level, and maybe it says something about how relatively disappointing most action movies are, but I found myself smiling, nodding, and thinking "this is a really good chase; I have not seen many better lately". The filmmakers also have great fun bouncing between improbably bits that somehow avoid major injury and ones where things don't go nearly so well.

You can have a much worse action double feature than Machete and Salt; they're a great pairing of bombastic films that somehow manage to get the audience to buy in.

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Saturday, September 11, 2010

Fantasia 2010 Catch-up Part 04: Variola Vera, Frankenstein Unlimited, The Executioner, Mesrine

Just five left before I start digging into screeners...

Variola Vera

* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 17 July 2010 in Salle de Seve (Fantasia 2010)

Wow... Looking at the IMDB page for this, I am shocked to see that Rade Serbedzija played the womanizing doctor in this movie. I had him completely pegged for the Albanian Muslim who serves as patient zero, because his career lately has been variations on that sort of hirsute guy of Eastern European heritage. My mind is blown. Now I'd like to see more of his early career, especially if this tense account of a 1972 smallpox outbreak is representative.

The film starts with Halil Redzepi (Dzemail Maksut) contracting variola vera while on a pilgrimage to the Middle East and returning to what was then Yugoslavia, but soon it drops us into the middle of a hospital soap opera, with all the necessary ingredients: There's Dr. Grujic (Serbedzija), a scuzzy type who has made his way through much of the female staff, but has yet to have any success with Danka Uskokovic (Varja Djukic), the newly-arrived lady doctor who is as professional as she is beautiful. There's Dr. Dragutin Kenigsmark (Erland Josephson), the head of the hospital, who has a history with Dr. Markovic (Dusica Zegarac). The administrative director, Upravnik Cole (Rade Markovic), is having an affair with Slavica (Vladica Milosavljevic), trampy enough that you know she's been a notch on Grujic's bedpost. There are long-term patients, maintenance men, and hangers-on, and it's chaotic enough that one almost doesn't notice Redzepi staggering in, getting the runaround until he's vomiting blood, and nobody at the hospital connecting his symptoms with smallpox (it's extinct, right?) until an outside expert, Magistar Jovanovic (Aleksandar Bercek), insists on placing the hospital under quarantine.

Though made in the early 1980s, Variola Vera dramatizes an incident that occurred ten years earlier, and it feels like a 70s movie. Not just in that it does what I presume a good job of recreating 1972 Belgrade, but also for the general tense atmosphere combined with solid character work. It feels very pre-Jaws/Star Wars, a mirror image of the paranoid thrillers that came out on the other side of the Iron Curtain during that period, complete with a subplot about the government wanting to keep news of the outbreak quiet, not just to avoid a panic, but to avoid looking backward to the west. Indeed, contrary to the expectations Americans might have of Eastern European productions during the Cold War, writer/director Goran Markovic doesn't appear to have any trouble showing institutions as corrupt and/or ineffective.

Full review at EFC

Frankenstein Unlimited

* * ½ (out of four)
Seen 18 July 2010 in Salle de Seve (Fantasia 2010)

One of the pleasures of Fantasia is that, while the draws are often much-anticipated movies from around the world, it always has room for smaller films, including enthusiastic showcases for locally-produced works. They're not always on the largest screen and sometimes they're run at odd hours - audiences would have to go to the secondary screen on Sunday morning for this anthology of six tales inspired by Mary Shelley's Frankenstein - but it's an important part of the festival, even if the results are somewhat uneven.

That not every bit will appeal to everyone is borne out by the first segment, Matthew Saliba's "Dark Lotus". It's something of a music video in two parts, with a mad scientist (John M. Thomas) cultivating fetuses in a garden, only to find his work destroyed by a rival (Martin Plouffe) - though years later, the spider-woman (Kayden Rose) born out of his work will avenge him. Having the film start with the most unconventional of the segments is a good idea; though it will excite some, many won't easily connect with it, so it can't derail the movie. The photography is nicely done, and it's creative and effective in its grotesquerie, but even those who like it gross may not like it weird.

Fortunately, it's followed by the most direct take on Frankenstein, Matthew Forbes's "Victor". This one takes place some time after the Monster's rampage, with Victor Frankenstein a pariah in his village, haunted by what his glorious dreams turned into. It's attractively mounted on a small budget, and hits upon a part of the story that is often overlooked or downplayed.

Full review at EFC

Jibhaengja (The Executioner)

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 18 July 2010 in Salle de Seve (Fantasia 2010)

It's not hard for a prison movie to get off to a decent start. There is, after all, always a new guy coming in who needs to be shown the ropes and taught the rules. That the new guy in the case of The Executioner is a guard rather than an inmate isn't even a particularly novel twist on the idea. Still, the filmmakers handle this hook well enough that it's not particularly hurt by its awkward second half.

The new guard is Oh Jae-hyung (Yoon Kye-sang), for whom this is just one more in a series of unimpressive jobs, and it shows - the inmates initially give him no respect. It falls to veteran guard Bae Jong-ho (Jo Jae-hyeon) to toughen him up. Jong-ho is not shy about using his baton, and puts it to Jae-hyung that this is the only way to get the inmates' obedience, even if the hardening sometimes doesn't stop at the prison walls. Things are about to change, though - the new death row prisoner, Yong-doo (Jo Seong-ha) is a serial killer without any shred of remorse, his crimes so reviled that the government feels pressured to reinstate executions (though criminals have been sentenced to hang, none have actually been executed in South Korea since 1997). This move affects not only Yong-doo, but other inmates like Seong-hwan (Kim Jae-geon), who has been awaiting execution for so long that he and Senior Officer Kim (Park In-hwan) have become close friends.

I strongly suspect that The Executioner would have more effect on me if I were a Korean national, or even if I had more familiarity with current Korean culture and politics than I do. Part of the reason is that it does not become overtly political until about halfway through, and while any audience member who has been content to simply watch it as a prison movie will find himself or herself a little thrown by the change in emphasis, foreign audiences may be a little more at sea because they lack a baseline. What is the general thinking on the death penalty in South Korea, and why did executions stop a decade ago? Have there been recent cases like the one depicted that have led to a call for renewed executions, or is this a purely hypothetical situation? Heck, during a section of the film where Jae-hyung and his girlfriend Eun-joo (Cha Soo-yeon) deal with a pregnancy scare, there's an awkward juxtaposition of capital punishment and abortion where I realized that I didn't really know whether the anti-abortion crowds tend to politically align with the pro-execution people, and vice versa, in South Korea as they do in the US.

Full review at EFC

L'instinct de mort (Mesrine: Killer Instinct)

* * * (out of four)
Seen 7 September 2010 in Landmark Kendall Square #4 (first-run)

The story of French outlaw Jacques Mesrine is a grand, sprawling one, so large that Jean-François Richet felt the need to split it into two films in order to do it justice. Watching the first one, covering Mesrine's rise to prominence in the 1960s, it's possible to make a case that this doesn't go far enough, as Killer Instinct itself could very easily be divided in half, with each segment expanded into a strong film.

Though we are briefly introduced to an older Mesrine, the film quickly flashes back to his origins: In 1959, Jacques Mesrine (Vincent Cassel) is approaching the end of a tour as a French soldier in Algeria, and somewhat hesitant about the brutal techniques used to quell the rebellion. He's soon back in Paris, and while his parents (Michel Duchaussoy and Myriam Boyer) have lined up a job for him, his friend Paul (Gilles Lellouche) has found him far more lucrative "off the books" work for gangster Guido (Gerard Depardieu). Soon he's a successful bank robber, and has met and married Spanish beauty Sofia (Elena Anaya), but armed robbery and domesticity don't mix, and by the late sixties, he and new flame Jeanne Schneider (Cecile De France) have fled for Montreal, where Quebec separatist Jean-Paul Mercier (Roy Dupuis) could use a man like Mesrine.

Though the two halves overlap somewhat, the geographical split ensures that Cassel's Mesrine is the only character to be a factor all the way through. While that certainly gives Cassel plenty of opportunity to shine, it also can make the telling of Mesrine's story feel a bit shallow: Love interests and partners in crime (sometimes the same people, sometimes in opposition) seem to be rushed on and off the stage, with barely a chance to establish themselves before being replaced with the next year's models. The idea may be to establish Mesrine as larger than life, a man for whom others are just temporary, supporting characters, but it often has the effect of making the others seem neglected. It also may leave the audience vaguely wondering if there's something to the pattern of Mesrine joining groups that seem to position themselves as something other than mere criminal organizations that could be made more explicit.

Full review at EFC

L'ennemi public n°1 (Mesrine: Public Enemy Number One)

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 10 September 2010 in Landmark Kendall Square #4 (first-run)

The first half of Jean-François Richet's two-part biography of French gangster Jacques Mesrine, Killer Instinct, was quiet good; the second half, Public Enemy Number One, is even better: As much as it's still shuffling a lot of characters in and out, it's telling one strong story in a way that's both intense and highly entertaining.

Public Enemy Number One starts by flashing forward to 1979 (the aftermath to Killer Instinct's prologue) before jumping back to 1973, where Jacques Mesrine (Vincent Cassel) has been apprehended by the law but is suffering from no resultant lack of bravado; he's already plotting his next escape. He'll alternate daring escapes with audacious robberies, in the process meeting fellow escape artist François Besse (Mathieu Amalric) and new lady love Sylvie Jeanjacquot (Ludivine Sagnier) and making an enemy of Commissaire Broussard (Olivier Gourmet). As dogged as the detective's pursuit is, though, Mesrine's worst enemy may be his own legend, and how he is starting to believe it.

This movie doesn't pick up right where its predecessor left off in time - about four years have past - but Mesrine in this film is the character that he spent Killer Instinct becoming: A man who believes himself to be a devil-may-care modern swashbuckler, harnessing his personal charisma with ease to tweak the police and charm the public. It's a funny, charismatic performance, but even as Cassel is making the audience laugh, he's also perfectly showing the dark side of this personality: A desperate desire not just to succeed, but to matter. As the movie goes on, this arrogance and desperation takes on a greater and greater prominence in Cassel's performance, even as it becomes more unlikely - with his increasing scraggliness and middle-age spread, he becomes something akin to an aging rock star, confusing charisma with significance.

Full review at EFC

Friday, September 10, 2010

Next Week in Tickets: Films playing Boston 10 September - 16 September

And now, we begin four consecutive weeks of me being jealous of friends attending things like the Toronto International Film Festival and Fantastic Fest while I remain in Massachusetts, having to settle for clearly lesser fare like the Boston Film Festival and TerrorThon.

  • Fortunately, while the Brattle Theatre's Ned and Ivy are tweeting about what they're seeing up in far-off Canada, there is still a festival atmosphere at the theater. On Monday, the DocYard series continues with Last Train Home, including a Q&A with director Lixin Fan. It's a documentary on the annual migration of Chinese workers between the cities and the country for the New Year's Holiday. Tuesday offers up a preview screening of Jack Goes Boating, with Philip Seymour Hoffman and John Ortiz scheduled to attend. And Thursday has a benefit screening of Dead Man Walking, with the subject of the film, Sister Helen Prejean, in attendance.

    Around all that, the Legacy of Psycho series continues, with Mel Brooks's High Anxiety tonight (Friday); 10pm showings of Friday the 13th, Part 2 tonight and tomorrow; a Saturday double-feature of The Birds and Marnie; a Sunday double feature of Don't Look Now and The Shining; a Tuesday matinee of The Collector (rescheduled from last week); and a Wednesday double-feature of William Castle's Strait-Jacket and Brian De Palma's Dressed to Kill. That last one is two guys who have been clearly influence by Hitchcock, but I think I'll take De Palma over Castle.

  • The Coolidge opens 9500 Liberty in the digital room, although in keeping with the festival atmosphere they've got producer Chris Rigopulos in person for the 7pm shows tonight (Friday) and tomorrow (Saturday). The midnights this week are Uncle Buck (tonight and tomorrow) and the venerable The Room (Saturday only). Thursday evening brings a special screening of Absinthe's latest snowboarding film, Now/Here (at least, that's how I'm spelling it. The website has "Nowhere", "NowHere", and "Now Here", but the poster clearly shows the slash).

    Monday gives us a 35th Anniversary screening of Jaws. There have been several of them in the Boston area this year, and there is still time for several more, so if you haven't seen Jaws on the big screen by the end of 2010, you really have only yourself to blame.


  • The sole big mainstream opening appears to be Resident Evil: Afterlife, which also grabs both the real and imitation IMAX screens (well, other than at the Aquarium, where you can catch Inception in IMAX nightly). Somehow, I've managed to avoid seeing all three preceding films, though I bagged the first on Blu-ray on sale figuring it might be worth seeing that much before catching this. It is as yet unwatched. I do have some hope for it, though, as it's shot with 3-D in mind, including using the same sort of rig used for Avatar, and, hey, the series is still in theaters with the fourth installment, when many other franchises would have gone direct-to-video long ago.

    The multiplexes are still trying to fill space, though - AMC Boston Common opens Rob Reiner's grade-school romance Flipped, Entertainment Cinemas Fresh Pond sneaks high-school wrestling drama Legendary in, and both Boston Common and Regal Fenway give half a screen over to Twilight 3, as today apparently coincides with some event from the stories. If that actually gets butts in seats, I am hereby absolutely through with taking any crap for my fandom of anything.


  • Fresh Pond also has two screens devoted to Indian films this weekend. We Are Family (a Bollywood remake of Stepmom playing matinees) and Dabangg (an action/adventure... with songs) are in Hindi with English subtitles; another appears to be in Telugu with no subtitles. If, like me, you find yourself forgetting these, it's good to bookmark this page. After all, there's a crazy Tamil sci-fi thing with Aishwarya Rai coming up, and I'd hate to miss that!


  • At Kendall Square, the one-week-warning is on Bran Nue Dae, a musical romantic comedy from Australia featuring Geoffrey Rush. Also opening are that documentary/probable hoax about Joaquin Phoenix's attempt to become a rapper, I'm Still Here, and what looks like a thrilling Israeli tank film, Lebanon.

    A lot of other stuff is still playing, but note that if you're looking to do a Mesrine double feature, the staggered times are the opposite of what you may need: The first part, Killer Instinct plays at 3:55 and 9:30; the second, Public Enemy Number One, plays at 1pm and 6:35.


  • More Pasolni at the Harvard Film Archive. Note that there are some weird print issues - Monday's "La Ricotta" and behind the scenes film are in Italian with French subtitles (there are, apparently, no English-friendly prints); Saturday's The Rage of Pasolini is only the half he directed followed by "La Ricotta" (again, no English)


  • This weekend at the MFA is all Local Filmakers Present, including Pressure Cooker, How I Killed Mumblecore, and Thy Will Be Done. Many screenings will be preceded by shorts.


Just like in a film festival. The sort I'm not going to this weekend.

Wednesday, September 08, 2010

This Week In Tickets: 30 August 2010 to 5 September 2010

If I did things like try and establish a weekly budget for how much I spend on movies, Monday would have blown it, once you figured in the Ticketmaster fees and money spent getting between Boston and New York City:

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... It was worth it, though - Louis was one of the coolest movie experiences I can remember, combining a very entertaining silent film with excellent music and the history of the Apollo Theater. It wasn't a bad afternoon and evening in New York all told - the bus was a half-hour late in leaving from Boston (note: this does not happen when I am a couple minutes late for the one bringing me to the New York Asian Film Festival; funny how that works), but I was able to get there and walk around without much trouble. I struck out at the comic shops when trying to plug a few gaps in my reading, looked around for a decent burger, and had my Droid point me at the Broadway Shake Shack. Verdict: Fantastic milkshake, decent burger.

I actually stumbled upon Discovery's Times Square Exhibition by accident, but it was cool: There were lots of genuinely interesting artifacts to look at, although I must admit to being surprised how many were wood. It's not just that one often tends to imagine ancient civilizations based upon the gold and stone treasures that are talked up to make them seem wondrous and rich, but it's hard for me to imagine wooden toys lasting that long - even down to the paint! Of course, it's not like Egypt would be bombarding them with moisture even if they weren't sealed in a dry, airtight tomb for thousands of years.

I do suspect that I'm getting pretty close to too old to do the overnight bus back, though - Louis got out at 10pm, and I probably could have wheedled my way onto the 11pm bus, but I opted to wait for the 1:30am, since that way I could take the T back home easily enough and go straight to work. I used to be able to do this no problem, and while I got through work okay - I didn't even leave early, despite my plan of arriving early so that I could bolt if I started to crash at three p.m. or so - I felt tired all week. Hence the not seeing many other movies this week, although I kind of wanted to over the long weekend.

The less said about the Red Sox game, the better. It was actually a fairly enjoyable game for a while, but watching Papelbon completely implode and the bullpen walk in a bunch of runs is enough to drive one a bit nuts

Psycho

* * * * (out of four)
Seen 3 September 2010 at the Brattle Theatre (The Legacy of Psycho)

I know I've written about Psycho somewhere on this blog, as part of a Brattle double feature with The Birds, but - and this legitimately surprises me - Google is terrible at searching Blogger blogs more than a couple of years back in time. It is, as most people who have seen it will most likely attest, a nearly perfect movie. It is so good that it retains the ability to shock and surprise despite how completely it has entered the common consciousness: People who have never seen the movie know the shower scene, its music, and the special connection between Norman Bates and his mother. Heck, before this screening, the Brattle presented the spoiler-filled Psycho-related bits of The Pervert's Guide to Cinema, prompting the (probable) freshman girls behind me to ask why they were ruining the movie - and they still jumped and screamed when Hitchcock said frog.

Alfred Hitchcock was that good, folks, and Psycho was him at his best, more or less inventing the modern horror movie. He doesn't do it alone, of course, and to watch the first half of the movie is to be reminded just how great Anthony Perkins and Janet Leigh were in these roles: Despite knowing what's going to happen, it's still possible to convince oneself that this is Leigh's movie until Perkins shows up and has just enough time to charm us before making us uneasy.

Psycho II

* * * (out of four)
Seen 3 September 2010 at the Brattle Theatre (The Legacy of Psycho)

If Universal were to announce plans to do something with the Psycho franchise today - beyond the Blu-ray release coming in mid-October - there would be a gigantic internet riot the likes of which the online movie community has never seen. After all, back in the late 1990s, the online community was much smaller, it hadn't completely devolved into its current "be sarcastic and assume everybody agrees with you" state, and there was no point in getting angry about Gus Van Sant's shot-for-shot remake: Van Sant is a nut, the specific idea was screwy, and no-one figured it would be more than a curiosity. It was an artist's insanity, not an executive's.

The howling would strangle the project in its crib, and even though I kind of hate that on principle - only Peter Jackson ever seems to to be judged based on his "best" work as opposed to his worst/most recent - I might sympathize. But sometimes it works. Sometimes a lunatic idea done for commercial purposes leads to a pretty good movie, and Psycho II is one of them.

It's a heck of a gamble. A crazy one - writer Tom Holland and director Richard Franklin set up a situation that absolutely hinges on the audience being familiar with the original film, and then they spend the next two hours inverting it. Or are they? Anthony Perkins as Norman doesn't become the hero, but he is the protagonist, while Vera Miles's Lila, though his antagonist, is thoroughly understandable in her fervor and motives. Twenty-two years after the first film, they are completely recognizable in their roles, but the positions that they are now in make the atmosphere delightfully confusing. It makes sorting out the mystery plot trickier and more intriguing, and Anthony Perkins is terrific as he wrestles with Norman's tormented psyche.

It's not perfect, and it tends to go off the rails toward the end, as Franklin seems to have a difficult time finding the right balance between making Psycho II feel like a continuation of the original and reflecting the time that has passed in terms of what sort of violence he can portray on screen. For as much as Psycho jolts, its moments of mayhem are quick, perfectly utilized, and not hugely explicit; Psycho II has more and gorier deaths which wind up looking somewhat dated, far more so than what Hitchcock did twenty years earlier.

As surprisingly good as Psycho II turned out, I'm not sure I feel any need to test my luck with the later sequels and remake. But this one, at least, stands out as a fine example of just how well a crazy idea can go, even when it seems vaguely sacrilegious.

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Friday, September 03, 2010

Showtime at the Apollo: Louis

At around 7:30 Monday night, I tweeted this photograph, captioned "likely the coolest place I'll ever see a movie":

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And, let's be honest, what's going to compete with that? It's the Apollo Theater, for crying out loud! Even if it wasn't an especially apt bit of programming, the sheer bulk of amazing acts that have played there and how it has maintained a distinct identity over generations is impressive. When I was in Washington on vacation this spring, there was an exhibit at the American History Museum, and I did spend an hour or two in that one room, gawking.

In fact, I'm kind of surprised it took me as long as it did to order tickets. I found out about the screening by the rare publicity email that interested me - through eFilmcritic, I'm on an NYC publicity list that is often not very useful to me (I just can't get to afternoon screenings in New York, and kind of fear what a "screening room" is like) - and at first I had the standard "am I really going to spend X dollars and eight and a half hours on a bus and a vacation day on a movie that's just over an hour long" reaction. Fortunately, the publicity folks kept sending me emails, I wavered a little more each time, until finally, despite not meeting up with anyone I know in the city (which makes a fine excuse), I pulled the trigger(s). And it was totally worth it.

It must have been pretty cool for the filmmaker, too - I gather he was in the house but not really looking to come up and take bows - to get to 123rd street and see this:

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One thing I was kind of surprised at was just how cozy the Apollo was. It was, in my mind, a palace, but as you can see from that first picture, it's not really a huge building, and once past the entrance, the lobby is kind of narrow. Not cramped, but decidedly not large. Even at the time I got in, around fifteen minutes before show time, it was pretty easy to move around. My delaying on buying a ticket meant I was on the far end of a row in the lower mezzanine:

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... and, again, while that's not a small room, the other end of the row didn't see to be waaaaaaaaaaaaaay over there. Still, that's not a bad thing - even for a movie, unless you've got an absolutely gigantic screen, it's not good to be too far back, and I can hardly imagine seeing James Brown at his peak on that stage.

At this point, I was politely asked to turn the camera off, which was fine. I did sneak it out for one picture as the credits rolled, of course, although for the most part I was too busy clapping:

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So, there's the end of a pretty good event. I hope that this movie gets to Boston at some point - maybe as part of the Cooldige's "Sounds of Silents" program, maybe at the Brattle. Even without the live ensemble, it's a pretty nifty movie. I also hope to see Bolden! sometime next year - that biography of the man who invented jazz (but from whom no recordings remain) shares the same cast and crew, although I gather it's neither silent or particularly comedic, which in a way makes it even more interesting; how will that cast change things up for a different sort of movie?

Louis

* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 30 August 2010 at the Apollo Theater (Special Screening)

When I mentioned to a friend that I was planning a trip to New York to see a new movie inspired by the early life of Louis Armstrong, I asked him to guess what sort of movie it was. Well, he figured, since we wouldn't be playing guess-the-genre if it were obvious, that left out the musical. It took some time to get to "silent comedy", which in 2010 has be considered an unusual (if attention-getting) choice.

It's 1907 New Orleans, and young Louis (Anthony Coleman) is already working as a barker on a coal wagon, longingly looking at the cornet in a pawn shop window. But before meeting him, we're introduced to Grace Lemannais (Shanti Lowry), a talented dancer who, like the other girls in Mahagany Hall, is expected to do more than sing for her supper - with the occasional result being a baby girl like Grace's. The father is Judge Perry (Jackie Earle Haley), the corrupt justice who collects the "tax" from the local brothels. He's also running for governor, and doesn't need word about this to come out. Lucky for Grace, then, that a certain little boy has something of a crush on her.

There aren't a whole lot of silent films made today; when one does appear, it's usually the product of someone like Guy Maddin, intent on making his film look like something from another era to the point of fetishizing imperfect lighting and decaying film stock (I love Maddin, but he does lavish attention on surface details which can push people away). From the very start, it's clear that co-writer/director Dan Pritzker is not taking that tack. The picture is crisp and sharp; it doesn't throw a bunch of primary colors in the audience's face, but it is in color; skin tones are warm browns rather than near-blacks that blend into the shadows. Modern digital effects are used on occasion, and the movie is paced and cut quickly, though without scenes looking sped-up as can be the case with pre-sound films. Pritzker avails himself of twenty-first century technology to make a silent film for a twenty-first century audience.

Full review at EFC.

Thursday, September 02, 2010

Next Week in Tickets: Films playing Boston (and elsewhere) 3 September - 9 September

Yeah, just finished up "This Week", but there's good stuff coming Next Week, too:

  • Because I know you guys can't get enough of stuff I saw in Montreal, here's a heads-up that Suck will be playing the Regent Theatre through Thursday 9 September. 7:30pm most night, 7:00pm and 9:30pm on 3 September, and 9:15pm only on Wednesday 8 September. It's a lot of fun, and this is a longer run than I expected - at Fantasia, the filmmakers suggested that it would be one-night-only bookings in the US, so an eight day run is pretty good.

    The late show on Wednesday is to accommodate a screening of Brazilian documentary Edificio Master to celebrate Brazilian Independence Day. If you want more Brazilian docs, the ICA has a special screening of Beyond Ipanema Friday (3 September) night.


  • The Brattle cut it really close with their calendar this month, but it's online as a PDF and features a bunch of great stuff. It kicks off with The Legacy of Psycho, which features some truly cool double features - my favorite this week is North by Northwest and Dr. No on Sunday, and Repulsion and Le Boucher on Thursday also looks pretty cool. It starts off with Psycho and Psycho II on Friday, with late shows of Carpenter's Halloween Saturday and Sunday. It's about time I got around to seeing that.

    Note: Gus Van Sant is nowhere near this schedule.


  • The Coolidge opened The American on Wednesday, and it continues throughout the week. The "Coolidge @fter Midnight" series for September is John Hughes, kicking off with Weird Science this weekend. The coolest thing playing, though, may be the 7pm Monday screening of The Man in the White Suit; guest speakers are Marc Abrahams of The Annals of Improbable Research and chemist Daniel Rosenberg. Mostly, though, it's a great movie, and playing it on Labor Day is either clever or wholly inappropriate.


  • Mesrine: Public Enemy #1 joins Mesrine: Killer Instinct at the Kendall, as does football star-turned-friendly fire victim documentary The Tillman Story. Another documentary gets the one-week warning, Two in the Wave, documenting the early friendship and later rivalry between François Truffaut and Jean-Luc Godard.


  • Mainstream openings are Going the Distance, starring a couple of folks I like, and Machete, starring a metric ton of people and with Robert Rodriguez indulging himself.


  • The Harvard Film Archive begins a series of The Complete Pier Paolo Pasolini. Good stuff for lovers of 1960s Italian Cinema. The MFA has the end of their Chaplin series (including, naturally, Limelight), and continued screenings of Nobody's Perfect and IFFBoston alum Kimjongilia.

This Week In Tickets: 23 August 2010 to 29 August 2010

Not quite the big moviegoing week it looks like, as the shortest films have the biggest tickets:

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It does break down into easy blocks, though: The cursed (but still highly enjoyable) "Noir 100" series, underwater 3-D, and Films at the Gate. Plus Centurion.

FILM NOIR

Saboteur

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 23 July 2010 at the Brattle Theatre (Noir 100)

Sometimes, you have to wonder just how good Alfred Hitchcock would be if he always had really good screenplays to work from. Saboteur has a nice cast, a couple of entertainingly conceived and directed chase/suspense scenes, and the Master's ever-present glee and dark humor. In this case, it's less delight in nastiness than a wink at the audience, saying he knows how absurd it all is but he's going to play along.

And it does get pretty ridiculous. Three writers worked on the screenplay (including Dorothy Parker!), but at no point does anything seem to happen that really makes sense. Everybody, hero and villain alike, seems ridiculously trusting, and as pleasant as Robert Cummings is as the everyman hero on the run, the unwavering trust he inspires in everybody who meets him (other than Priscilla Lane's skeptical love interest) is kind of amazing. Fortunately, Hitchcock can run with it, just as he does with the insistent call to arms. Otto Kreuger seems to have a blast playing against it, just piling on more oily charm to counter the earnest patriotism of the rest of the movie.

Of course, he can't be in every scene that might become too insufferable, so a long, chatty scene in a circus wagon in which the sideshow freaks decide whether or not to turn the hero in is enlivened by a character who can only be described as "Mini-Hitler". And no matter what other flaws Saboteur has, a midget with a skinny mustache petulantly yelling that he hates democracy in a movie made as the U.S. prepared to enter World War II is kind of awesome.

Murder, My Sweet

* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 24 July 2010 at the Brattle Theatre (Noir 100)

I think I'm going to have to buy myself a bunch more Raymond Chandler, because I love Philip Marlowe. At first, I thought it was just a matter of liking The Big Sleep (see below), which is Bogie and Bacall and specifically augmented to be more about them flirting. But then you take a look at this movie, made roughly at the same time (indeed, in a four-year period, four different actors played Marlowe for four different studios), and you see Dick Powell also slipping into what at first glance seems like a generic P.I. character and both making it his own and capturing what's great about the character.

Which is? Well, he's funny and self-deprecating, a gallant poorly disguised as a mercenary. He's just smart enough to get to the answers before the audience but is often just as lost when trying to find the clues. Dick Powell slips into the role almost perfectly, and between Chandler and screenwriter John Paxton, he's got a very entertaining menagerie of supporting characters to play off and pithy lines to spout. It's a fun mystery, making up for the lack of one of cinema's classic couples with a light, pulpy story.

The Big Sleep

* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 24 July 2010 at the Brattle Theatre (Noir 100)

The original program on the Brattle calendar was Key Largo - unifying the double feature by having Claire Trevor appear in both ends - but The Big Sleep is what got sent. Hey, all those tins full of Bogart & Bacall films look alike, right? Still, it's hardly like that's any sort of downgrade. As much as I was looking forward to some Edward G. Robinson, I will miss no opportunity to see this movie.

Full review at EFC.

As much as I love this character, I'm sort of glad that ABC's pilot a couple years ago didn't get picked up to series; it was going to be set in the modern day with new stories, and while the Elliot Gould version of The Long Goodbye did OK in taking him out of his proper milieu, the character is better in a hat-wearing age. Besides, should anyone but Chandler put words in this character's mouth? I'm hoping for much better from the new theatrical adaptation(s) that Clive Owen is attached to.

FILMS AT THE GATE

As they do in Chinatown, let's start our Films at the Gate festivities with a little lion dancing (I took a whole bunch of pictures, but couldn't get all the dancers at once. The delay between pressing the button and getting a picture on my Droid strikes!):

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Here's the setup that they used on Saturday and Sunday, which is probably a more sensible one all around - it even lets me get both the screen and the Chinatown gate into the same photograph - although it lacks a little bit of the tucked-into-a-corner secret-handshake feeling of the vacant lot used Thursday and Friday:

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And the movies:

Jui kuen (Drunken Master)

* * * (out of four)
Seen 27 July 2010 in a vacant Chinatown lot (Films at the Gate)

Drunken Master is a big, important movie in large part because it's a lot of fun - it's got the look and structure of an old-school martial arts movie, but infused with the goofy abandon of star Jackie Chan and director Yeun Woo-ping. It's a silly but entertaining take on young Wong Fei-hung, who adds drunken boxing to his repetoire when forced to study with Beggar Su (Yeun Siu-tien, the director's father, and a star during his own era), and at times almost plays as parody of Shaw Brothers-style martial arts flicks.

It's one of Jackie Chan's first starring roles, and while he had not yet reached the peak of his talent and charm, he's clearly one of those movie stars whose persona was fully formed from the start. He's not quite doing some of the crazy-elaborate stunts that would become his trademark in later years, but there's a great deal of slapstick in the action sequences, especially once Chan's character learns the "drunken" part of this technique.

Da nao tian gong (Havoc in Heaven)

* * * (out of four)
Seen 28 July 2010 in Chinatown Park on the Greenway (Films at the Gate)

One of the nifty things about Films at the Gate is that every once in a while, along with some top-grade kung fu flicks, they'll throw in an obscure but important piece of Chinese popular culture that us fans of relatively recent Hong Kong cinema don't even know exists, even though it is probably foundational in some way. This year, that movie was Havoc in Heaven, a much-beloved animated feature by Wan Laiming (and his brothers), who were considered the Chinese equivalents to Walt Disney in terms of popularizing animation and making quality films in the medium.

I dug it; it's an animated Monkey King movie that takes place before more well-represented "Journey to the West" stories, showing us just what a pain in the gods' neck the Monkey King was an also how he acquired his magical staff. The animation is nice, drawn in a simplified Chinese art style and often a little trippy as the powers and battles become more outrageous. It's an animated film like few I've ever seen, and I quite appreciated it.

I do wonder if in today's world, this is one to be appreciated more than loved. The kids in the audience were restless early on, and before the movie was halfway through they were nealry all running around the park, the movie banished from their attention. Since they were mostly speaking with their families in Mandarin or Cantonese, I assume that the issue wasn't a language barrier. For all the big, loopy action and the main character's insolence, there is a sort of formality to the movie that may be a little trying to a modern audience, especially kids raised on fast-moving, detailed animation with quippy motormouths for characters.

UNDER THE SEA IN 3-D

Piranha 3-D

* * ¼ (out of four)
Seen 28 July 2010 in AMC Boston Common #18 (first run, digital 3-D)

I kind of hate to be the party pooper, considering how well Piranha 3-D has been received and how much I do respect its commitment to being no more and no less than a zippy hard-R monster picture for those who love such things, but... It's really not very good. It's got good moments, and the casting director clearly had a blast (Christopher Lloyd doing full-on Doc Brown put my butt in a seat), but it's all just a little less cool than it could be. The underwater 3-D imagery isn't leveraged nearly as well as it could be, members of a fun cast only rarely get to own the screen (you've got to get more out of Elisabeth Shue, Richard Dreyfuss, Ving Rhames, and Dina Meyer than this movie does), and the film's biggest bloodbath leads to a whole lot of nothing. The movie just stops, rather than ending with a bang.

A lot of movie critic folks I know wondered why Dimension didn't screen this for the media, considering the 80+% rating it wound up getting on Rotten Tomatoes, and while I suspect that it may well be true that the Weinsteins in particular and studios in general have lost the ability to judge when they've got a really good horror movie on their hands, I can see the argument for holding this one back. It doesn't do anything poorly, but also doesn't excel in any area, and it just seems like blind luck that it came out at a moment when a lot of critics were ready to see even a decent gratuitous boobs & blood flick.

Under the Sea 3-D

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 28 July 2010 at the New England Aquarium Simons IMAX Theater (first run, IMAX 3-D)

The Aquarium gets a new "marine life in 3-D" documentary every six months to a year, because that is what the gigantic cube outside their main building is there for - giving visitors a different kind of immersive experience - and every once in a while, it's good to change things up to get people to come again. There's usually a combination of great photography, an environmental message, and some neat details about types of fish you probably had never heard of before.

Under the Sea is one of the good ones. Howard Hall concentrates on the "coral triangle" of the Indian and South Pacific oceans, getting pictures of beautiful and strange fish, using the large-format 3-D cameras well, presenting us with amazing sights suspended in space. In addition to direction, he also wrote the narration delivered by Jim Carrey. Carrey's a pretty nice fit, playful but non-patronizing; he engages the kids who are the movie's primary audience without talking down to them, which helps make Under the Sea a fairly pleasurable experience for adults, as well.

The Ultimate Wave: Tahiti

* * * ¼ (out of four)
Seen 28 July 2010 at the New England Aquarium Simons IMAX Theater (first run, IMAX 3-D)

Ultimate Wave isn't quite so much about marine life unless you consider human surfers to fit that category. Surfer Kelly Slater makes his way to Teahupo'o, Tahiti to meet up with local surfing guru Raimana Van Bastolear and surf one of the world's greatest (and most dangerous) waves.

There are some beautiful shots of the local sea life, but most of the action happens around the surface, as director Stephen Low and cinematographer Mark Poirier capture great shots of the island and the water, getting right into the surf and showing us just how exhilarating and dangerous the activity is. The shots of waves from under the water are especially nifty; it's a view the audience may not have seen before. And while the movie often plays like the infomercial for the Tahitian tourist bureau that it is (and Suzuki - there's some really obvious product placement!), it also manages to work a little science in there, explaining waves and tides, and paying enough attention to detail that Venus's rotation is retrograde in an animation of the solar system.

SaboteurPhilip Marlowe Double FeaturePiranha 3-DUnder the Sea 3-DUltimate Wave TahitiFilms at the GateCenturion

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Fantasia 2010 Catch-up Part 03: Tears for Sale, Centurion

Yep, it's short. I've spent a fair amount of time in the last few days staring at the shorter bits I wrote for Fantasia Daily postings and deciding that I really didn't have more to add to four days worth of movies. Whether because it's been a month, some of these are ones that didn't make a big impression on me, or I really want to write something else, I'm not sure.

Plenty of Fantasia catch-up that can be done in the Boston area this weekend: The Kendall continues Centurion (9pm shows only) and the first Mesrine, adding the second Mesrine as well. The Last Exorcism is all over the place. And the Regent Theater in Arlington will be running Suck from Thursday to Thursday. It's pretty good and I think most of the country is just getting one night, so that's pretty nice.

Today's unused people standing in front of screens taking questions picture: Serbian journalist Dejan Ognjanovic, who curated the "Subversive Serbia" section of the festival, doing a Q&A with Tears for Sale and A Serbian Film screenwriter Aleksandar Radivojevic. Ognjanovic is not actually tiny, although Radivojevic's proportions certainly make him look that way.
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Carlston za Ognjenku (Tears for Sale)

* * * ¼ (out of four)
Seen 13 July 2010 in Theatre Hall (Fantasia 2010: Subversive Serbia)

The hackneyed phrase that is often used to describe this movie is "a Serbian Amélie", which I think does it a disservice because, well, I didn't like Amélie much at all. Gilliam might be a better comparison; after all, Jeunet's films are basically optimistic, and while Uros Stojanovic's fantasy is far from being a complete downer, there's an unavoidable element of tragedy to it.

It's just after World War I, and in a small Serbian village, there are two sisters. There are a lot of sisters, actually, but almost all the men have died in the latest war. These two sisters are blonde and sweet Ognjenka (Sonja Kolacaric) and brash brunette Mala (Katarina Radivojevic), and they are professional wailers, crying at funerals to emphasize the mourning family's despair. After an accident leads to the death of the last man in the village, they are dispatched to find and bring back more, and to make sure that they come back, a witch casts a spell so that their late grandmother (Olivera Katarina) will haunt them. The sisters do wind up finding two men willing to come with them - Dragoljub (Nenad Jezdic), a human cannonball, and Arsa (Stefan Kapicic), the huckster he works with - but they're such nice guys; at least one couple should just go on to Belgrade!

Though considerably more colorful than many other recent Serbian pictures that have played the festival circuit, it does contain much of the same pessimism - writer Aleksandar Radivojevic's pen also spawned A Serbian Film, after all. The jokes are frequently-pitch black, such as the early bit that tells us that boys are sent off to war as soon as they are taller than their rifles, and the rifles get shorter all the time. This village serves as something of a microcosm of Serbia then and now, ravaged by war with its aftereffects as inescapable as the minefield, originally meant to protect the women, which surrounds the village (according to Radivojevic's Q&A, this is even more pronounced in the original cut which screened at Fantasia; the version that Europacorp released elsewhere in Europe and at festivals is fifteen minutes shorter and all but removes the grandmother, meant to represent how death always hovers near the region). Belgrade becomes not just the capital, but a representation of the rest of Europe and the world - grand, prosperous, almost a fantasy.

Full review at EFC.

Centurion

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 29 August 2010 in Landmark Kendall Square #6 (first-run)

I suspect that Neil Marshall will never break through to doing big Hollywood movies, assuming that holds any interest for him, despite just how good he is at every aspect of the job. The man is just too fond of his blood and guts to go to the world where producers are always looking for a PG-13, and he's not content to stick to horror movies, where that's a niche one can settle into. That's why his new movie, Centurion, is premiering in boutique theaters in the United States alongside a video on demand run despite being a big, brawny action/adventure.

We start with Quintus Dias (Michael Fassbender), a Roman officer (the Centurion of the title) guarding the northern frontier in England in 117 AD. The Picts, led by Gorlacon (Ulrich Thomsen) attack his fort and he is captured. Like a good prisoner, he escapes, not knowing that Governor Julius Agricola (Paul Freeman) is dispatching the Ninth Legion, commanded by General Titus Flarvius Virilus (Dominic West) and guided by mute tracker Etain (Olga Kurylenko), to attack Gorlacon's stronghold. Though they meet up, a brutal Pict attack has Titus now captured and the Legion more than decimated. The survivors mount a rescue operation, but even after getting in and out of the village, it's going to be a race to the border.

Centurion brings the action from the very start, and it is frequently thrilling, bloody mayhem. It is a time of swords, axes, and spears which connect with a distinct crunch and spray red all over the place, and Marshall is quite creative in how he kills and maims his characters. There are hits that will make men wince, others that are kind of viciously funny, and still others that serve to announce just how rugged the Picts and Romans are even in their last moments. Marshall and his crew do a good job of getting this on-screen, seldom cutting away from a particularly nasty death or shaking the camera too much. While it's not quite an hour and a half of wall-to-wall action, it's intense throughout, and even the moments between fights are unabashedly muscular.

Full review at EFC.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Fantasia 2010 Catch-up 02: Mutant Girls Squad, A Frozen Flower, I Spit on Your Grave, At World's End, The Revenant

Fantasia 2010 Catch-up 02: Mutant Girls Squad, A Frozen Flower, I Spit on Your Grave (2010), At World's End, The Revenant

A month after Fantasia ends, and I'm still trying to catch up writing the reviews of films I saw there. Makes you jealous, doesn't it? If so, you can at least have a mini-Fantasia experience this weekend with three films from this year's festival opening at least semi-wide: Centurion, Mesrine: Killer Instinct, and The Last Exorcism. The last is the only truly wide release, but the first two are likely showing up if you're in a fair-sized city.

Here are some exciting "filmmakers waiting to take questions pictures:

From the I Spit on Your Grave '10 screening, left to right: Programmer Mitch Davis, director Steven R. Monroe, Star Sarah Butler, original version writer/director Meir Zarachi, producer Lisa Hansen
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From the At World's End screening, a couple with Mitch Davis and director Tomas Villum Jensen (very funny guy):
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From the screening of The Revenant, writer/director Kerry Prior:
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Anyway, here are the reviews of Fantasia films that I've posted to eFilmCritic in the past week or so; you can see them as they go up by either following their RSS feed, their Twitter feed, or my own tweets.

Sentô shôjo: Chi no tekkamen densetsu (Mutant Girls Squad)

* * * (out of four)
Seen 10 July 2010 in Theatre Hall (Fantasia 2010)

Even more than most over-the-top Japanese movies of its ilk, Mutant Girls Squad exists in large part due to alcohol and the west: While of the time, one just suspects that the filmmakers had to be plastered to come up with this stuff and that the end result actually sells more to Americans looking crazy Asian imports than in its native land, that's pretty much the actual genesis for this project: The directors and producer went out drinking when they visited the New York Asian Film Festival as guests, and decided that they should do a movie together for the next festival. The funny thing is, it's allowed them to play to their strengths and make what is in fact a pretty good movie, as gory action-comedies go.

We start with Rin (Yumi Sugimoto), a pretty schoolgirl who, as her 16th birthday is approaching, starts to feel a pain in her arm. What she doesn't realize is that she, like her father (Kanji Tsuda), is a mutant, with her particular power a hand that becomes a razor-sharp claw. She has trouble controlling it at first, which leads to an incident or two and the government's anti-mutant squad hunting her down. But, there's an underground society of mutants, led by Kisaragi (Tak Sakaguchi). They take her in, have Rei (Yuko Takayama) teach her to control her power, and have "cosplay nurse" Yoshie (Suzuka Morita) look after her until she's ready to take part in the glorious war against the human race. The thing is, Rin kind of likes humans.

Directors Tak Sakaguchi, Noboru Iguchi, and Yoshihiro Nishimura each tackle a third of the movie, in that order, but each has his fingerprints on his colleagues' segments: Sakaguchi handles the action choroegraphy for the whole film, Nishimura covers all of the prosthetics and gore effects, while Iguchi is the credited writer. If you want to make the observation Iguchi seem to get off rather lightly, I won't necessarily disagree. I will say that he and co-writer Jun Tsugita turn in a screenplay that is surprisingly coherent and makes the three main mutant girls sympathetic and motivated without it feeling too ham-fisted. It's not something that transcends its genre and the section that Iguchi directs is, like a lot of his work, unusually obsessed with pretty young girls with mechanical parts, but it gets the job done.

That job is primarily to give the directors insane things to shoot, and, wow, is the film chock-full of them. Nishimura concocts strange and impractal but also pretty cool armor for the government, absolutely bizarre mutations for the (mostly) girls, and when it comes time for the characters to throw down, does a good job of making sure that there are plenty of severed limbs, fake blood, and other mayhem to gross us out. Sakaguchi makes the fights fun to watch, fast paced and not overwhelmed with CGI. He's pretty good at handling the strangeness that his compatriots throw at him, figuring out how to make the mutations work as opposed to finding them something to just shove aside. That's good, because with this trio in charge, the movie is inevitably going to have action scenes where schoolgirls sprout tentacles for arms, swords out of their breasts, and chainsaw blades from their butts.

It's where these guys' movies intersect, and as a result, the movie doesn't actually feel disjointed or gimmicky. The directors have worked together before, and it's clear that they all love this sort of material; though the movie is funny and over the top, it's honest camp, filmmakers making the best splatstick movie they can without mocking the genre. The cast buys into it, for the most part, playing big but mostly stopping short of mugging for the camera. Yumi Sugimoto is a likable lead and a capable enough performer in the action sequences. Suzuka Morita and Yuko Takayama do well enough as her good and bad angels, and Sakaguchi is amusingly nuts as the transvestite mutant villain.

Mutant Girls Squad is exactly the movie you'd expect three "extreme cinema" guys from Japan to make after seeing Americans eat the likes of Tokyo Gore Police, Be a Man! Samurai School, and Vampire Girl Versus Frankenstein Girl up. The good news is, it comes together much better than patchwork movies usually do, with all three filmmakers able to do do what they do best.

Full review at EFC.

Ssang-hwa-jeom (A Frozen Flower)

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 11 July 2010 in Theatre Hall (Fantasia 2010)

How things change; before The King and the Clown, which was very careful about what it showed of its title characters' relationship, I don't think you ever saw gay characters in Korean cinema, and Park Chan-wook's Thirst wound up with relative unknown Kim Ok-bin landing the female lead because more established actresses wouldn't get near the nudity and sex the part demanded. Just a couple years later, both of those seem to be relative non-issues for A Frozen Flower, which puts a Goryeo king and one of his guards in the same bed with no doubt what's going on, and has a few eyebrow-raising scenes involving the queen, as well.

Toward the end of the Goryeo era, the King (Ju Jin-mo) creates the Kunryongwe, a group who enter the palace's service as children, with the palace as their home and family, and one boy, Hong-lim, catches the King's attention with his dedication and skill. Ten or fifteen years later, the adult Hong-lim (Jo In-seong) is now the captain of the guards as well as the King's lover. This presents a problem, politically; though the King is Korean, he must defer to the Yuan emperor, and has married a Yuan princess as part of that alliance. But since women do nothing for the King, not even his beautiful and loyal Queen (Song Ji-hyo), he has no heir, and is thus vulnerable. So, the Queen must conceive, and Hong-rim is the only man the King will trust with the job. But once you put two people in the same bed, things are bound to get complicated.

A Frozen Flower does a remarkably good job of balancing its erotic thriller and palace intrigue sides; even though those have always been two sides of the same coin. Writer/director Yu Ha does a good job of showing us the situation in the kingdom so that we may admire the King's strength as a leader even as we mayt start to harbor doubts about how he handles his personal life. At the same time, he makes sure that the King, Queen, and Hong-lim are interesting individuals so that the needs of the kingdom don't overwhelm what affection we develop for the characters. The triangle he sets up is interesting, not just for the homosexual nature of one of its legs, but for how we perhaps don't initially realize quite how unevenly the power is distributed in practice as well as in theory, so that by the end we have to wonder whether it was that way from the start - although Yu manages to make it much more ambiguous than he otherwise might have. He's also good at cranking up the heat in both senses of the term - the tension is thick as relationships disintegrate into mistrust and plotters tighten their nooses, and the sex scenes are equally exciting, not just for being titillating (if a studio released it in the U.S., it would be a very hard R), but for being in turns blissful, awkward, and passionate enough to leave an impression for when we see the characters later.

The cast is top-notch. Jo In-seong starts Hong-lim off as charming but a little insubstantial, gradually building him until his passion is what drives the movie. He is able to work well with both his other leading man and his leading lady, enough that the audience can not reduce the film's conflicts to just his sexual orientation. Ju Jin-mo is charismatic as the King, a strong and forceful personality able to make the audience keenly aware of his position without coming off as pompous or likely to be underestimated. And Song Ji-hyo is quite good as the Queen, both regal and able to convince the audience of her loneliness and humanity.

It's a pretty good movie, sexy and suspenseful, beautifully realized. My only real issue with it was that it may have been a little too funny at times: The scenes where Hong-lim is trying to impregnate the Queen while the King is in the next room, with literally paper-thin walls between them, got a lot of laughs, and I'm not quite sure how appropriate a response that was. It could have been played as uncomfortable-tense, as opposed to uncomfortable-funny. Similarly, the last scene is broadly sentimental in a way that the rest of the film pointedly is not, and although it's grown on me a bit, it's a bit much in the moment.

One thing that I would like to praise that may get overlooked amidst the sex and the intrigue is how great the action in this movie is. There are only two or three big action moments, but they are explosive - the first from how unexpected it is, and the one at the end for the sheer fury demonstrated, and how each swing of the sword and bit of destruction seems to have meaning. This is not just a person angry and looking for revenge, but an attempt to tear down everything that had once meant something, as much a bitter recrimination as a rousing finale.

It's an exclamation point on the story, and a fitting one. A Frozen Flower could have been just a costume drama where the costumes frequently come off, but instead plays as both an intriguing thriller and a surprisingly strong romance.

Full review at EFC.

I Spit on Your Grave

* * * (out of four)
Seen 11 July 2010 in Theatre Hall (Fantasia 2010)

I can't comment on the original version of this movie (which was properly titled Day of the Woman), as I haven't seen it; if this new version is toned down, as many horror remakes tend to be, I think I would rather not. This one is rough and brutal, to the point where Anchor Bay feels that it can't be cut down to an R rating for its planned October theatrical release, and they're probably right about that. The filmmakers are right not to pull their punches, although this version may not be quite so bitter a pill as they'd hoped and planned.

Jennifer (Sarah Butler), a young writer, has rented a small cabin on a lake in Louisiana, where she hopes to work on a novel in peace. Anything resembling that peace will be shattered after a few nights, when some of the local boys - Johnny (Jeff Branson) from the gas station, his buddy Andy (Rodney Eastman), camcorder-toting Stanley (Daniel Franzese), and slow handyman Matthew (Chad Lindberg) - fueled by liquor and perceived slights, knock down her door and attack her. She runs, finding the Sheriff (Andrew Howard) hunting in the woods, only to have him join in. They chase her into the woods; cornered, she drops from a bridge into a river. The rapists figure their tracks should now be easy to cover, especially once they find the body. But...

About half of the movie is quite excellenly made, if unpleasant. It takes some time to set the stage; director Steven R. Monroe at times risks boring the audience with details of ordinary life whose secondary purposes are a little too clear (Jennifer's workout clothes which shouldn't be seen as a provocation; the abandoned shed, etc.). It's supposed to numb the audience, though, so that when Johnny and company arrive at Jennifer's cabin, the audience is that much more ready to be jolted. And the rape scene is absolutely horrific; even though most of the audience is probably well aware of what they bought a ticket for, they're really not. It's violent and frightening and just will not cut away until the audience really understands that the oft-repeated axiom that rape is not about sex but power is dead on.

The cast acts the hell out of it, although the most impressive scene here may not be the crime itself, but the one leading up to it. Jeff Branson in particular does a great job of moving his character from kind of unpleasant to monstrous without a seam; even though there is a clear inciting point, it's a smooth transition. The same goes for the rest of the group; they make the attack feel like a feeding frenzy, their characters unable to resist the smell of blood in the water, but not because a switch has been flipped or a veil cast aside; these men have pushed each other past the level of what society allows as we watched. It contrasts very well with what Sarah Butler does, going from certain and falsely confident to helpless.

And then we come to the movie's second half, where it sometimes feels like Monroe and screenwriter Stuart Morse are trying to play both sides of the street. It's structured in a way that feels familiar, with gory and fitting punishments being doled out, but with the rush of satisfaction we usually get from a revenge thriller drained out of them. Which, I believe, is part of the point - Monroe and writer Stuart Morse are looking to deconstruct and deglamorize both rape and revenge fantasies. It's a fine line to walk, and I don't know if they always manage it - some bits are so elaborate and cartoonishly suited to their targets as to run counter to the brutal realism, and we don't quite get into Jennifer's head enough to see why she would take this route. And that's really too bad, because the best moments in this section - the ones where there is not just real suspense but where Butler potentially has a chance to do something special - are the ones where we're directly confronting the question of just how far gone and messed up she is. Those moments should be what everything else is leading to, but instead, the film cuts to another gruesome horror set-up.

And those set-ups often work; many will watch them and feel that Monroe has taken scenes that might play for cheers and even laughs in other movies and made them uncomfortable again. It won't work that way for everybody; some will find no difference between this I Spit on Your Grave and the exploitation films it means to invert. A little more emphasis on what's going through the character's head as opposed to just what she's doing could have made a world of difference.

Full review at EFC.

Ved Verdens Ende (At World's End)

* * * (out of four)
Seen 12 July 2010 in Theatre Hall (Fantasia 2010)

It's a little bit amazing, when you come to think of it, how quirky action/adventure films made outside the Hollywood system can be. Maybe it's just because I am used to the conservative thinking that is typical here in America, but I tend to think these unusually expensive pictures with many different groups involved in financing and production would play it safe. And maybe that's usually the case, and those films just don't get exported. Still, I have a bit of trouble imagining At World's End coming from a Hollywood studio; as much as it's a big, exciting adventure with the expected dash of romance, it's also more than a little eccentric.

For instance, Adrian Gabrielsen (Nikolaj Lie Kaas) isn't the typical action hero; he's a psychologist working for the Danish government. He lives in the shadow of his well-respected father (Ulf Pilgaard) and cancer-stricken mother (Birthe Neumann), and has just been given a truly bizarre assignment: Fly to Jakarta and evaluate Severin Geertsen (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau) to determine if he is competent to stand trial for killing the crew of a British nature program in the movie's opening. At first glance, there seems to be no doubt that Geertsen is a loon; he claims to be 129 years old, well-preserved by eating the petals of an unusual plant he calls "Hedwig". The thing is, someone seems to believe him, which leads to Adrian being arrested for murder himself, escaping from jail with Geertsen, and the pair fleeing across the island with Adrian's secretary Beate (Brigitte Hjort Sørensen), trying to get to where Geertsen has hidden Hedwig and escape to Sri Lanka.

Even if At World's End had a more conventional action-comedy story, it would still have an unusual cast. Aside form Adrian's less-than-glamorous job, he's fussy and rather lacking in conventional charm. He's more than just a bit of a nerd or a nebbish; the thoroughly unconvincing way that he claims to have quit smoking goes beyond embarrassing to downright pathetic. It's impressive how likable Kaas makes this wimpy character, in large part by making him hilarious as a victim of circumstance who captures just how most of us would probably react in these sorts of unlikely situations. Meanwhile, even if Geertsen turns out not to be delusional, he's still kind of nuts. Coster-Waldau plays him as brave, charismatic, and assured, but also kind of psychotic from being out of touch with human society for a while. There's a hilarious bit at the end of an action scene where Adrian asks Severin why he did something terribly violent; Geertsen pauses, says he doesn't know, and then enthusiastically claps his new friend on the back like everything's okay. The pair make for a very amusing role-reversal, with the handsome Coster-Waldau in the supporting role and Kaas's sidekick-looking guy the star.

The real standout, though, may just be Brigitte Hjort Sørensen as Beate, the secretary who comes across as an unusually capable and charming ditz. She tromps through the jungle in a ridiculous dress, says overly-truthful and shallow things, but is also pointedly not stupid; she not only supplies Adrian with common sense, but often takes the initiative in getting them out of a sticky situation. Sørensen gives an immensely winning performance, letting us see that Beate has a bit of a crush on Adrian without having her make eyes or get flustered or give any of the other standard, obvious signals. She's gifted with great comic timing, and does is just generally fun to watch.

Anders Thomas Jensen's script is as funny as the cast. The movie opens with a sharp bit of black comedy, skewering nature shows by showing us both how we suspect they are behind the scenes and how we'd like some to end, and continues to up jokes both light and dark even as the adventure story picks up speed. He does a good job of supplying director Tomas Villum Jensen with enough comedy and action beats that those coming for either will feel satisfied. He also does well in not allowing the fantastical elements to take complete control of the movie without making them seem commonplace.

Director Tomas Villum Jensen (no relation to the writer, although they and Nikolaj Lie Kaas have frequently worked together in various capacities) takes all that and makes a handsome, exciting movie. Though not often afforded the chance to shoot big adventure movies in Denmark as either and actor or director, Jensen is up to the challenge of shooting an action-comedy on three continents (Australia frequently doubles for the Indonesian jungle), doing action well but keeping the movie a satiric comedy first and foremost, while also taking time to occasionally stop and just let the audience (and characters) enjoy the view. The only place where the Jensens ever really stumble is in the end, when they try to add a certain amount of pathos to the mix; it's a bit of a drag on a movie that had been pretty bouncy, even if occasionally dark.

Lots of adventures try to get serious in the end, though, and few of them can boast that they've done as well as a comedy, romance, and thrill ride beforehand. At World's End is decidedly offbeat, but also successfully so, a fun adventure all the better for its frequent odd choices.

Full review at EFC.

The Revenant)

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 12 July 2010 in Theatre Hall (Fantasia 2010)

The Revenant is nearly two hours, long for a splatter-comedy, and if I could come up with a good suggestion for trimming it, I would probably offer it. The trouble is, the scenes which could probably survive a little tightening-up - the ones that are mostly David Anders and Chris Wylde talking - actually have a really nice rhythm to them. If the movie was mostly that, it would be a real low-budget delight.

Good news: Bart (David Anders) is finally home from Iraq. Bad news: He returned to Los Angeles in a pine box. Good news: He's able to climb out of his coffin and meet up with his best buddy Joey (Chris Wylde). Bad news: He's got no appetite for anything but human blood. Good news: There are a bunch of creeps in the bad parts of town that are probably most useful as revenant food. Bad news: The LAPD doesn't take kindly to vigilantes. And Bart hasn't told his girlfriend Janet (Louise Griffiths) that he's sort of alive, even though her friend Mathilda (Jacy King) is noticing something is amiss. That's small stuff, though; other than that, it's all upside.

When the movie focuses on Bart and Joey just hanging out, trying to make sense of Bart's undead state, it's a lot of fun. Anders and Wylde have great chemistry together, and they make Bart and Joey the sort of slackers that we can absolutely buy as being surprised by what's going on but also just sort of rolling with it. They play off of each other very well, working their banter around physical and gross-out comedy without skipping a beat. And as much as we meet them as goofy comedic types, the actors make their characters real and three-dimensional enough that we buy into what's going on as the situation becomes more serious in the second half of the movie.

Despite the good work by the cast, The Revenant does at times seem to lose its way as it goes on. Writer/director Kerry Prior seems to have had a bunch of ideas for what he could do with a sort-of-vampire popping up in modern-day L.A., and was determined to use them all, whether or not they drew the film out too long, gave it an uneven tone, or ultimately just didn't make sense. It doesn't quite feel like flailing around, but the movie does become something of an aggregation of little bits that worked individually, and fit together from piece to piece, eventually wandering far from its main strengths. It also loses something as the number of characters contracts, and the violence becomes out-of-character slapstick even while the characters' issues become more serious.

For a horror comedy with a minuscule budget, it is put together very well. Prior sets himself a bit of a challenge in that the vast majority of the film has to take place at night - revenants aren't quite vampires who burst into flames when the sun comes up, but they do lose their animating spark, whether they're in a building or outside - and while the footage is somewhat grainy, the audience always has a good idea of what's going on, and when the action goes from small but gory effects to a larger chase and standoff, Prior handles the change in scale well.

While the movie has been playing festivals for the better part of the year and seemed pretty locked, Prior made the occasional comment in his Q&A about how certain cut scenes may wind up back in at some point. Certain bits could be elaborated on, but I'm not sure making this movie longer would do the pacing and occasional disjointed feeling any favors, even though most of the movie is pretty good.

Full review at EFC.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Next Week in Tickets: Films playing Boston (and elsewhere) 27 August - 2 September

Let's start (and end) with something actually kicking off before most movies open on Friday, with time spent on stuff that played Fantasia, because (as usual) I won't be free of that until well into September:

  • Films at the Gate comes a little earlier than usual this year, but with one of its most interesting line-ups. After a curiously Donnie Yen-free line-up last year, the martial arts superstar we can claim as our own returns as part of the ensemble in the pretty terrific Bodyguards and Assassins on Thursday. Friday night's show is the original 1978 Drunken Master, with Jackie Chan as Wong Fei-hung under the direction and choreography of Yeun Woo-ping. Saturday night's show is a 1961 animated Monkey King feature from the Wan brothers (according to the site, China's Disney), Havoc In Heaven. And Sunday is Children of Invention, a pretty darn good indie shot in Boston's Chinatown, Somerville, and elsewhere around town. It played IFFBoston last year.

    Thursday and Friday night's movies are in the vacant lot next to the Chinatown gate; Saturday and Sunday moves to the Rose Kennedy Greenway just on the other side. Take-out from local restaurants is welcome and encouraged, all shows start at 8pm, with demonstrations of lion dancing, kung fu, and/or Tai Chi during the 7pm hour. And, hopefully, the rain that has soaked Boston all week will clear up.


  • The one-week warning at Kendall Square is for Centurion, Neil Marshall's Roman-era action thriller that I badly wanted to see at Fantasia but passed on in order to see the much less likely to screen theatrically Sawako Decides, Rinco's Restaurant, and Boys on the Run. Marshall has yet to make a bad movie. Also popping up from Fantasia is the first half of the Mesrine duology, Mesrine: Killer Instinct, with Vincent Cassel as one of France's most notorious outlaws and Gerard Depardieu as his mentor. Folks who have seen both (the second, Mesrine: Public Enemy Number One, opens next week) tell me that this is the big action movie of the pair.

    Also opening at Kendall Square are Flipped, Rob Reiner's pre-teen romance that could be either a return to form or a treacly mess, and Soul Kitchen, a German comedy about a German-Greek family restaurant.


  • Another Fantasia feature is opening on mainstream screens, and despite a final scene that I kind of have trouble with, The Last Exorcism is excellent; I'm already anticipating Patrick Fabian getting screwed during awards season because many voters wouldn't even think of looking for a Best Actor nominee in a horror movie. I can't offer quite the same level of excitement for Takers, which seems to have been trailered forever and has a decent but nondescript cast.

    Also opening is an "extended cut" of Avatar, although in the Boston area it will only be playing on digital screens (including the IMAX-branded screen at Boston Common); the genuine IMAX screens continue to show Inception (in Natick and Reading) and a mix of documentaries and Twilight: Eclipse (Aquarium). Last chance to see that in IMAX, kiddies, as it ends Sunday.


  • The Regent Theater in Arlington has a potentially nifty event for those who like music movies: The Isle of Wight 40th Anniversary Film Festival will be screening all eight documentary/concert films Murray Lerner shot during the Isle of Wight music festival in late August, 1970, with subjects from Miles Davis to Jethro Tull to the Who to Jimi Hendrix. The Regent's website doesn't say whether these will be screening on film or video, which could be a big deal if you're only seeing one film (a single film is $10, but the prices go down until 5 or more is $30).


  • The Brattle winds down their summer schedule with Cabaret-inspired films on Friday (double feature of Chicago and All That Jazz), Saturday (a 1931 3 Penny Opera matinee and double feature of New York, New York and Liza with a Z), and Sunday (matinee of The Loved One and double feature of A Single Man and Chris & Don: A Love Story). Monday's DocYard screening is The Philosopher Kings, a documentary about university custodians with director Q&A afterward. The Tuesday Noir 100 double feature is scheduled to be The Big Combo and The Sleeping City, both featuring Richard Conte, but who knows what the distributors will actually send? They also play Monday afternoon.

    Wednesday's Best of the Aughts double bill is animated(*), featuring Selick's Coraline and Miyazaki's Spirited Away. The latter also plays Thursday afternoon, with There Will Be Blood playing Thursday evening. Milkshakes, I'm told, will be available at the concession stand. Sadly, this is only the case on Thursday.


  • It's also fairly quiet at the Coolidge - the digital rooms are swapping Life During Wartime out for Farewell, the "Cops in Heat" midnight on Friday and Saturday is Beverly Hills Cop, and they've got the Grease sing-along Friday at midnight and Monday at 7pm, complete with costume contest. Wednesday, The American gets a head start on the weekend.


  • The Harvard Film Archive has more of The Human Comedies of Eric Rohmer Friday, Saturday, and Monday; Hou Hsia-hsien's A City of Sadness plays Sunday night. The MFA spends the weekend on the last of their Restored Prints, Odd Man Out by Carol Reed, and more Charlie Chaplin. Wednesday starts short, scattered runs of two documentaries: IFFBoston selection Kimjongilia, for those like me who are endlessly fascinated with North Korea, and Nobody's Perfect, about those born deformed due to the effects of thalidomide.


  • And, finally, it's not reaching Boston, but new silent film Louis (yes, that's what I said - "new silent film") is playing five cities in seven days, starting tonight in Chicago (continuing to Detroit, North Bethesda, MD, NYC, and Philly). For these five shows, there will be live musical accompaniment by Wynton Marsalis, Cecile Licad, and an all-star jazz ensemble. I'll be bailing on work Monday so that I can see it in the Apollo Theater. I'm kind of happy to be ending two months in a row with cool silent screenings (and it looks like the Coolidge is angling to make it three in a row).


(*) Though the Brattle's animated selections for best of the 2000s are both fine films which complement each other, it's worth digging into the DVD/Blu-ray pile this week to remember Satoshi Kon, who died earlier this week after a short battle with pancreatic cancer. Kon made animated movies for grown-ups, and all four of his features - Perfect Blue, Millennium Actress, Tokyo Godfathers, and Paprika - are well worth your time; the first and last are particularly brilliant. Sadly, both Millennium Actress and his television series Paranoia Agent appear to be out of print in the US, and there has yet been no word on how or if his last project, The Dreaming Machine, will be finished.

Paprika is on Blu-ray. It's gorgeous. Enjoy it and weep that we will get no more.