Saturday, February 23, 2013

Boston Sci-Fi Film Fest 2013 Day 6: Space Milkshake & Motivational Growth

Well. Got a bit to say here, starting with a comment about how star-ratings systems can suck, especially when they're not particularly granular. A quick perusal of my page at EFC will show these two movies as being roughly equivalent, quality-wise, although the reviews have rather different tenors: I'm fairly positive toward Space Milkshake, while Motivational Growth has issues, with the good parts almost balancing out the weaknesses. That's why you've got to read the actual text.

It's a bit telling, I think, that of all the cast with genre connections in Space Milkshake, it was George Takei as the voice of the duck that the festival folks chose to emphasize. Not Billy Boyd (Lord of the Rings), Kristin Kreuk (Smallville), Robin Dunne (Sanctuary), or Amanda Tapping (Stargate), but the guy who was on something 45 years ago. The festival and the folks who run it can fall victim to good-old-days-ism and not really pay that much attention to what's contemporary.

One thing about Space Milkshake that hit me a few days after seeing it was that even if it wasn't a particularly great movie, it would make a pretty decent TV show. Not just because that's where much of the cast's experience is, but because it has a sort of Red Dwarf vibe; I could really see it going from "trying to stay sane in an empty and uncaring universe" to "adventures of people really not qualified to be space adventurers" as need be. Or it could just play as a sitcom with a science-fictional setting; it seems flexible enough to do a lot of little things with even if a full-size sequel would be overkill.

(And if it did become a series, you'd have to get Brent Spiner in as an officious visiting administrator, right? Especially for the in-joke of the crew hiding that one of their members is now a robot!)

As to Motivational Growth... Wow, I almost feel like I have to discuss it because folks went berserk hating it at the Marathon 2.5 days later, with a "debate"/hating thread on the message board afterward. The thing is, I can't really get too worked up about it. I enjoyed it the first time through, but could see it had problems. And I kind of don't like that I felt like I had to include information from the Q&A in the review; that strikes me as cheating. But, it's stuff I know now, and you don't get that without a good Q&A.

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That's star Adrian DiGiovanni and writer/director Don Thacker; DiGiovanni was called up after Thacker had already been talking for a half-hour or so. They handed out stuffed toys like those that appear in the movie before things started, and talked a lot about stories from filming and things that showed up on screen. I actually cursed them for it at one point, as I had been planning to hit the late show of Lost in Thailand afterward and the long Q&A bumped it to the next night.

There were still a few things he didn't quite reveal; he mentioned that he didn't consider the ending ambiguous, but how can you not? There's three different final scenes, or so it seems. But he genuinely seemed to enjoy being there, hanging around to MC the alien mating cry contest at the marathon and sticking around for the whole thing, even when things turned decidedly ugly during the presentation of his movie at 4am.

That was... regrettable, I guess? As much as calling back to the screen is a 'thon tradition, it's uncomfortable when the filmmaker is in the room and has spent the weekend professing his excitement for the event, and so on. Organizer Garen Daley got defensive about it when talking to the crowd later, and there was talk about it playing at a bad time, and while I enjoyed it well enough on Friday, I did take the opportunity to hit the restroom after I'd checked to see whether The Mold had a sort-of-face before the main character hit his head. I hung around in the lobby for a while after that, with some folks who had actually walked out Friday night, and that did sort of point out that you mainly hear the loudest voices - the folks who liked the movie were loud Friday night, those who hated it loud Monday morning, and I'm not sure what the actual consensus is. I wouldn't be shocked if it averaged out to what I say in the review, of it being nice and shaky in equal measure, with Combs pretty great.

Space Milkshake

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 15 February 2013 in Somerville Theatre #2 (Boston Sci-Fi Fest, video)

As of this writing, Space Milkshake hasn't actually been purchased by SyFy (or its Canadian equivalent Space) to run as a Saturday night original movie, but that's what it is: A low-budget sci-fi movie just long enough that commercials will pad it to fill a two-hour timeslot, with a cast of people perhaps most noteworthy for the other genre productions they've appeared in. At least this one wants to make jokes, rather than content itself with being one.

A couple of shuttles are heading to an orbiting debris-removal space station as the movie opens - one absconding from an Antarctic research base and one carrying Jimmy (Robin Dunne), the new technician reporting for duty. He's not exactly welcomed with open arms; Anton (Billy Boyd), the captain, is generally cranky, in part because his second in command Valentina (Amanda Tapping) has dumped him. The other person on the station, the eminently crush-worthy Tilda (Kristin Kreuk), basically ignores him. It's not the exciting life in space he'd dreamed about - at least, not until they salvage the wreckage of the first ship and things get really strange.

Even as a threat to all life on all Earths rears its head and Valentina's rubber duck starts talking with the voice of George Takei, this is less an action/adventure movie than a "hell is other people" comedy. Anton, Valentina, and Tilda have been cooped up in this box long enough that they mainly irritate each other, and Jimmy's enthusiasm is just going to annoy them further. It's a somewhat mean-spirited form of comedy, but since none of them are really bright enough to plot against the others, it never really gets off-puttingly dark.

Full review on eFilmCritic.

Motivational Growth

* * ¼ (out of four)
Seen 15 February 2013 in Somerville Theatre #2 (Boston Sci-Fi Fest, video)
(Partly) Seen 18 February 2013 in Somerville Theatre #1 (Boston Sci-Fi Marathon, video)

Motivational Growth ran twice at the festival, with overlapping crowds but different results: Once as a spotlight presentation with the director doing Q&A that was reasonably well received, and once as the 4am leg of a noon-to-noon marathon that produced a lot of angry cursing at the screen. To a certain extent, the opposite reactions are reflective of the people who yelled the loudest, but they both reflect the quality of the work.

Things are pretty off-putting right away; Ian Folivor (Adrian DiGiovanni) hasn't left his apartment in a year and a half, and both he and the unit look roughly as bad as one might expect. When his television breaks down, he decides to end it all, but instead slips, bashes his head on the bathtub, and when he comes to, the mold that has built up in a corner of the bathroom is giving him advice (with the voice of Jeffrey Combs).

Director Don Thacker ladles the quirk on pretty thick, even beyond a talking lump of fungus having a co-starring role. Ian addresses the camera directly, for instance, and the other characters in the movie are one pretty well-exaggerated note each. The movie is set in 1991 (per the post-screening Q&A), but not so obviously that the odd bits that grow from that - the soundtrack composed on a Commodore 64's SID chip, the tacky-looking programming that runs when Ian's console TV is working, and the sequence animated like a video game from that time - feel like part of the setting rather than gags around it. Each of these is okay on their own, but they're a lot taken together.

Full review on eFilmCritic.

Friday, February 22, 2013

Next Week in Tickets: Films playing Boston 22 February - 28 February 2013

Before getting to what's playing this week, here's something I hope will be playing next month: I've requested a screening of Back to 1942 on Monday, March 25th; it's the latest film directed by Feng, who also made Big Shot's Funeral, The Banquet, Assembly, and Aftershock, and looks to be along the lines of the latter two, a dramatic recreation of a real-life tragedy with a noteworthy cast, this time including Americans Adrien Brody and Tim Robbins. It needs to be "tipped" by March 11th, so let's try and make it happen!

Speaking of things to make happen, there's a week left on The Brattle's Kickstarter; they're about $50k short of the money they need to both upgrade their HVAC system and add DCP projection capabilities. There's roughly two weeks left on that of the Boston Underground Film Festival. They are a great festival and have a nice looking line-up planned, including I Declare War, Big-Ass Spider, and Sion Sono's Guilty of Romance. Best way to reserve tickets or a pass and get some swag, too.


That's a way in the future. Meanwhile, this week is pretty quiet, as no studio appears to want to upstage the Oscars.


  • Hey, it's that time of year, when Crash Arts brings the Alloy Orchestra to the Somerville Theatre on a Saturday night. This weekend at 8pm on the 23rd), it's a set of Buster Keaton shorts, including his first ("The Butcher Boy"), another one with Fatty Arbuckle ("Good Night, Nurse!"), and one of his own ("The Play House"). It's digital projection, but awesomely analog audio - and Buster friggin' Keaton!
  • With the Academy Awards on Sunday night, the studios figure it's not the best time to release the top-tier pictures. So, the most promising-looking wide release is Snitch, featuring Dwayne Johnson as a driver going undercover to secure a plea-bargain for his son. The Rock's usually better than his material, and he's got a nice supporting cast (Barry Pepper, Susan Sarandon, more), and a writer/director in Ric Roman Waugh who came up doing stunts so likely knows his action. It plays Boston Common, Fenway, and Fresh Pond. Boston Common and Fenway also get Dark Skies, featuring Keri Russell as the mother of a family marked for alien abduction or the like, and J.K. Simmons as the expert on such things. She's great in The Americans and he's a fine character actor, but this is getting vicious reviews.

    But, hey, it's getting out there, at least; Stand Off (aka Whole Lotta Sole) is only playing 5pm shows at Showcase Cinemas in Revere. It's directed by Terry George and features Brendan Fraser and Colm Meaney in the middle of a hostage crisis after a young crook robs a fish market. You wonder why they even bothered.
  • Kendall Square, which relies even more on prestige pictures than the multiplexes, has one movie opening, John Dies at the End, an enjoyably loopy sci-fi comedy adapted by cult auteur Don Coscarelli, starring Chase Williamson & Rob Mayes, featuring fun appearances with Paul Giamatti, Clancy Brown, and the like. I quite enjoyed it when I saw it at BUFF last year.
  • The Brattle has their annual Oscar Party on Sunday evening, and good stuff on either side. Friday and Saturday night, they highlight one of the awards' biggest oversights, that of not nominating Matthew McConaughey for anything. Friday night, that means Magic Mike, while Saturday is a double feature of the less-seen Bernie and Killer Joe. Those afternoons finish up school vacation with more Bugs Bunny Film Festival screenings, a different group from what was playing the rest of the week called "The Looney Tunes Review".

    After the Oscars, they put their focus on Park Chan-wook, the second great Korean genre director to make his English-language debut this year. The first three nights are his famous "Vengeance Trilogy": Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance on Monday, Lady Vengeance on Tuesday, and Oldboy on Wednesday. Thursday night, they've got a sneak preview of Stoker, which looks fantastic. They play late-ish, with documentaries earlier in the evening: Monday night is a DocYard presentation of Call Me Kuchu, which follows Uganda's first openly-gay man as he attempts to prevent legislation that would make homosexuality illegal; director Malika Zouhali-Worrall does Q&A afterward. Tuesday night, Alex Shear presents his Kokoyaku: High School Baseball, which follows a pair of Japanese teams as they prepare for koshinen, the high-school baseball tournament that is like the NCAA tournament and and then some. And on Wednesday, All Me: The Life and Times of Winfred Rembert delves into the life and work of the artist, with Rembert and filmmaker Vivian Ducat.
  • The Coolidge Corner Theatre makes a bet on the Oscars by bringing The Impossible back for 9:20pm shows on screen #2, which bumps Amour the the screening room for its last show of the day. 56 Up has the screening room for the rest of the day, bumping the animated and live-action shorts to the Mini-Max.

    In special screenings, they finish Blaxploitation History Month with two chances to see Isaac Hayes as a badass bounty hunter in Truck Turner (Friday & Saturday at midnight), with the extra fun of Nichelle Nichols as one of the folks gunning for him. On Sunday morning, there's a Goethe-Institut screening of The Foster Boy, which builds its story around a longtime Swiss policy of placing orphaned children on farms as a form of slavery. Monday night is the rescheduled Science on Screen presentation of Edward Scissorhands with biological anthropologist Jeremy DeSilva from Halloween; it's sold out but there will be a rush line starting at 6pm.
  • The Harvard Film Archive continues its two retrospectives - the Raoul Walsh series wraps around, with White Heat and Me and My Gal on Friday, The Roaring Twenties Sunday afternoon, and Colorado Territory Monday evening. In between, French filmmaker Leos Carax will be introducing two movies in person - Holy Motors on Saturday evening and Bad Blood on Sunday.
  • The MFA finishes up the complete Stanley Kubrick filmography with The Shining (Friday & Saturday), Full Metal Jacket (Saturday), Eyes Wide Shut (Sunday), and the delayed-due-to-snow Barry Lyndon (also Sunday); all, I believe, are 35mm. They also begin a run of documentary How to Re-Establish a Vodka Empire on Wednesday; it continues into next week. There's also a single run of Delhi in a Day, a comedy set in an upper-class Hindu household, on Thursday evening.
  • ArtsEmerson finishes up their "The Next Thing" film program with experimental picture Your Brother, Remember? Friday evening, Argentine play El Pasado Es un Animal Grotesco Saturday night, and Spike Lee's Passing Strange on Saturday afternoon; there are also reruns of Transition (Friday night) and The Shipment (Saturday evening).
  • AMC's Best Picture Showcase has its second half on Saturday the 23rd, starting at 10am and running all day with Beasts of the Southern Wild, Life of Pi (in 3D), Lincoln, Silver Linings Playbook, and Zero Dark Thirty
  • The ICA has another chance for last-minute Oscar catch-up with the nominated short films: Animation (Saturday at 7pm and Sunday at 11am), Live Action (Sunday at 2pm), and the second group of documentaries (Sunday at 5pm).
  • iMovieCafe has two new movies opening: Kai Po Che! is in Hindi with English subtitles, in which three friends open a cricket academy. It shares the screen with Jabardasth, a Telugu-language romantic comedy.


My plans? Alloy Orchestra, Magic Mike, Kokoyaku, getting around to Die Hard, maybe Amour pre-Oscars, and I really, really want to get to the preview of Stoker; maybe someone who doesn't work in a horrible suburb can save me a seat.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Boston Sci-Fi Film Fest 2013 Day 5: Love & Teleportation and 95ers: Echoes

Where did I spend Valentine's Day?

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Appropriately enough, the 5pm show was Earthbound, which I'd seen on Sunday; from what I gather, they showed the screener DVD again. It made for a full slate of romance-related pictures. Earthbound was probably the best, but I was pleasantly surprised by just how capable 95ers: Echoes was. Its trailer wasn't particularly impressive and it flails a bit toward the beginning, but it builds, and by the end, it's done well enough for about half its length that I realized, hey, I actually care how this ends. Beats the heck out of Love & Teleportation, which anyone not asleep has probably figured out from the start.

I do somewhat wonder about 95ers's franchise ambitions. That title does, as I point out in the review, have a colon in it, and though it's sold in a few asian markets and will probably, when all is said and done, make back its sub-$1M budget, what does it need to do to make a sequel viable, especially one that expands its world? I wouldn't be shocked if it wound up doing OK; that title will be bounced up do the top of alphabetical menus when it hits video on demand. That apparently counts for more than you might expect; several movies have been renamed after being picked up for distribution to take advantage of how much scrolling with a remote control sucks (personal favorite: "Think of Me" becoming "About Sunny").

Love & Teleportation

* ¾ (out of four)
Seen 14 February 2013 in Somerville Theatre #2 (Boston Sci-Fi Fest, video)

There are times when I watch movies and it's not the obviously bad science itself that bothers me so much as the ignorance about the people and processes involved. It's not the only discipline filmmakers seem to not bother researching, or even the one I know best and can thus most easily call B.S. on, but it feels egregiously abused here, and I don't get why. this is a thoroughly mediocre romance without the science fiction, so why not use those details to make it more interesting rather than silly?

Things start with Brian Owens (Jan Van Sickle), a former professor of quantum mechanics at an Ivy League university who has been reduced to teaching entry-level physics course at a community college. A somewhat nosy but well-meaning old lady (Adair Jameson) has just moved in next door. It's not all bad; the school's art teacher, Shelly (Robin DeMarco), seems interested in him. Initially, though, both are distractions from his goal of finishing a teleportation machine, and he's borrowed a lot of money from a loan shark to fund its development.

I'll accept a teleportation device; Lord knows I've accepted it in other sci-fi movies just because it's convenient. I might even believe that the prototype will run off the power grid in a residential neighborhood. I've got a little more trouble believing that Brian's prior employer wouldn't have retained the rights to the work he's done there, but who knows; that university may act differently than every modern institute where research is done. And maybe someone, somewhere, will see a demonstration of even half-baked teleportation and not be impressed. This goes double for Brian himself; science is a series of incremental steps, and a veteran researcher like Brian despairing when everything doesn't go perfect the first time is a major wrong note hit early, one that persists through the rest of the movie.

Full review on eFilmCritic.

95ers: Echoes

* * ½ (out of four)
Seen 14 February 2013 in Somerville Theatre #2 (Boston Sci-Fi Fest, video)

Considering the colon in its title and the way that certain bits of the movie's fantastical elements are not given a whole lot of explanation, I had 95ers: Echoes pegged as part of a larger franchise, maybe a transmedia thing with online videos or comics or the like. Right now, though, it seems to be just this, which still isn't bad at all.

Ever since she was a kid, Sally (Alesandra Durham) has had a unique ability; she can relive the last few seconds of her life. Perhaps ironically, the man who would later become her husband, Horatio Biggs (Joel Bishop), studied wormholes and other sorts of theoretical physics, but had no idea of her ability. Today, she's an FBI agent and a widow, probably overdue to go on maternity leave as Christmas approaches, but she can't help but be drawn in by a series of strange events that have been happening up and down Interstate 95 since her husband's death, especially since she's started seeing glimpses of him. "Meanwhile", in the future, a group monitors the way probability changes around her, considering when and if to intervene.

The credits for 95ers: Echoes contain the name "Durham" a lot - Alesandra Durham stars; James Durham co-writes, composes the music, and handles the sound; Thomas Gomez Durham co-writes, directs, shoots, edits, and works on the visual effects; many other (presumed) family members produce and otherwise work on the movie in one capacity or another, as do several other people. On the one hand, it's actually quite impressive how such a small group can put together a film with the kind of ambitions and relative polish that this one has; on the other, there are times when it maybe could have used an outside voice saying this could be clearer or that scene should be cut. At times, it feels like the world could do with a lot more explaining to those of us who aren't a part of the group while character-building could use less exposition and more example.

Full review on eFilmCritic.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Lost in Thailand

I'm sure that I will discover later today that going to a movie that starts at roughly midnight twelve hours before a noon-to-noon sci-fi marathon is not, in general, the brightest of ideas, but the blizzard knocked out my chance to see it at a reasonable hour on last weekend, it was hard to find a space around the (rescheduled) sci-fi festival, and the Q&A on Friday night went long enough that getting from Somerville to Boston Common to see that midnight show just wasn't happening.

So, I guess I'm pretty lucky that Lost in Thailand stuck around for a second weekend; I don't know whether AMC did it because it did well at late-night shows all week - or did well because the folks in Chinatown were among the only ones able to easily walk to the theater last Sunday - or to make up for all the shows cancelled due to the snow. One thing I find a bit interesting is that this isn't part of their (expired?) deal with China Lion - AMC apparently cut out the middleman and booked this movie in their theaters directly from the Chinese studio. Not with a huge amount of publicity - I think I saw a poster in an odd corner a couple weeks ago - but then again, I don't know how they advertise these things in Chinatown. I'm also curious as to whether this is something the chain is going to do more of as a rule, or this is just a test or weird situation whose behind-the-scenes circumstances are unlikely to repeat. Hopefully they at least plan to book Tai Chi Hero when Well Go decides on a new release date (January 2013 apparently being just a tease).

Attendance was not impressive - I think I counted four of us in the theater - but it was an 11:50pm screening of a niche movie in its second week. No walkouts, with folks in fact actually staying through the credits! Granted, the bloopers being run alongside the credits were apparently pretty amusing to the ladies behind me who could speak Mandarin. It's also worth noting that they, being members of the target audience, seemed to find it funnier than I did, so that bodes well for it.

One thing that amused me: There was a roped-off section of the hallway near the screen, which I initially thought was strange - what sort of preview screening would they be doing Saturday at midnight? Then I looked down the hall and saw the sign for Rocky Horror, looked the other way and figured, yeah, that makes sense. Maybe it's just me, but it seems to be less of a thing than it was at Harvard Square; I remember a lot more costumes and a much longer line at that location, as well as folks bringing stuff to throw. Still, it's apparently rowdy enough that the theater doesn't just put ushers on, but folks whose shirts say "SECURITY", so maybe I just noticed a snow-related slow week.

Ren zai jiong tu zhi tai jiong (Lost in Thailand)

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 16 February 2013 in AMC Boston Common #18 (first-run, 2K digital)

Comedies are tough imports; wordplay gets lost in translation and different cultures find different things odd enough to be considered funny. So, it's the big, unmistakable gags that cross borders best, but they're not usually in the best movies. Thus, something like Lost in Thailand occasionally pokes into multiplexes; it's not a particularly great Chinese comedy, but it's broad enough that Americans will at least be able to recognize the jokes.

These often come at the expense of Xu Lang (Xu Zheng), an R&D leader in a Beijing corporation whose team has developed a way to stretch petroleum much further. He needs the authority to push the program forward, which resides with company officer Zhou Yang, currently in a Thailand monastery. His rival Gao Bo (Huang Bo) also seeks this power of attorney and follows Xu to Thailand to track Zhou down. Meanwhile, Xu's wife An An (Tao Hong) is insisting he sign divorce papers within the next two days, and circumstances stick him with Wang Bao (Wang Baoqiang), an annoying, uncouth, stupid, and possibly insane tourist.

In addition to starring, Xu Zheng also produces and directs. Last seen on these shores in Pang Ho-Cheung's Love in the Buff, he's probably best known for Hao Ning's Crazy Stone and Crazy Racer, and it's the latter's style tends toward, supplying broad characters who more often than not cause their own problems and finding new ways to crank up the insanity and slapstick as the movie goes on. And while he's rather rough at times - his attempts to cut between two set-ups and make them reinforce each other don't work that well - he and co-writers Ding Ding and Shu Huan do manage to come up with some good situations, either getting a laugh from the very idea of the set-up or capping it off with a decent gag. There are a couple bantering moments toward the beginning that the subtitles capture well enough that I'm willing to bet some of the more verbal bits work fairly well if one understands Mandarin or can combine vocal delivery with written information easily.

Full review on eFilmCritic.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Boston Sci-Fi Film Fest 2013 Day 4: S.I.N. Theory

Short day, although it really shouldn't have been. The theme for the day was "sci-fi mysteries/thrillers", and unfortunately S.I.N. Theory was not the greatest example of the genre. Frustratingly, Eternity played at 5pm, and while some of the folks who saw it seemed to like it (although they weren't throwing out superlatives or anything), there was no way that I was getting there on time; I would have had to leave work at 3:30pm or so, and that's not happening. I should have been able to see it on Sunday, but the blizzard-related shuffling pushed it off that schedule.

The 9pm show was scheduled to be something called Double Happiness Uranium, but apparently the filmmakers did not actually send a disc or DCP, but instead sent a link to a DVD image so that the fest could burn their own, only nobody apparently realized this until too late. Made for a frustrating day for festival honcho Garen Daley and projectionist Dave Kornfeld, who mentioned that it was on top of having the main theater booked for some sort of fly-fishing movie double feature, and so having some outdoorsy guy come into his booth and give him instructions. Yes, apparently they make fly-fishing movies, akin to the surf and ski and other extreme sports movies that have a lot of crazy action to be followed and slowed down and shown from multiple angles. Fly-fishing? Well, I suppose there might be some pretty cinematography, but an hour of it... twice?

On top of that, apparently everyone in the theater was drinking cheap beer, because the odor hit me like a wave as I left to hit the comic shop earlier than expected. I suppose I could have stayed for War of the Worlds: The True Story, but I saw that on Sunday and a second run-through was not needed, thankyouverymuch. I get the impression that this is one Garen really likes - he seemed quite surprised when he asked for response to it last night and the entire audience sort of went "eh". I kind of wish they'd re-run Eternity, but I suppose many of the folks in the theater were there for the 5pm show, because they don't work out in the suburban wastelands.

S.I.N. Theory

* ½ (out of four)
Seen 13 February 2013 in Somerville Theatre #2 (Boston Sci-Fi Fest, video)

If the initials in "S.I.N. Theory" stand for anything specific, I don't believe it is revealed in the movie, which is too bad. They imply material that's more salacious and exciting than what's on screen, and the movie could have used a dash of sleaze to distract from its silly, dull attempt at a sci-fi thriller story.

Dr. Michael Leimann (Jeremy Larter), we're told, is a brilliant mathematician. He teaches at a Toronto university where top students David (Farid Yazdani) and Evelyn (Allison Dawn Doiron) seem fond of him, but his real passion is a side project: An algorithm that can, with sufficient input, predict the actions of an individual, given enough input. Working on that got him fired, but with Evelyn's help, he completes it in his spare time - not only putting him on the to-do list of a hitman (Stephen Jacob Hogan), but also alerting him that Evelyn will die in two days.

Can we make it a rule that, before doing a film or other story that involves mathematically predicting the future in this way, the people involved should read Isaac Asimov's original Foundation trilogy? It's admittedly a big splash of cold water on the plot device, but sixty-odd years later, the idea that you can't apply the Seldon Plan to a single human being only fits what we know about math and human behavior better. Even if writer/director Richie Mitchell doesn't actually reference Asimov's "psychohistory" anywhere, he still seems to have some knowledge of the general principles, as they make their way into the dialogue, even though Michael's prediction algorithm works in opposition to them.

Full review on eFilmCritic.

Boston Sci-Fi Film Fest 2013 Day 3 (Science Fiction from the Americas): Juan in a Million and El Xendra

When you've got a festival as small as this, theme days make a certain amount of sense; thus "Americas" day on Tuesday, when two movies from Central and South America screened. Combine that with a movie from Jordan the previous night, and this is probably the most international version of the Fest yet, which I appreciate. Not because I'm a snob who prefers foreign films to American (really not the case), but because of the relative ambition displayed. A lot of the North American films that have played this festival in the past have been the spoofy, backward-looking stuff, because that's a way to keep the budget down and pander to a certain audience. The foreign ones, meanwhile, seem to be trying to make the best movie they can, squeezing every single cent out of the budget so that they can put something in local cinemas that they can be proud of, that says that a small industry can compete with Hollywood on quality, if not budget.

Neither of these films are great, but they're pretty decent. And, hey, you've got to respect a guy who travels from Honduras to Boston to present his movie:

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(Pardon the horrible photography; every other shot I took had bright red/yellow eyes, and when those show up in a post about a genre film festival, folks think you mean something by it!)

That would be El Xendra director Juan Caros Fanconi, who (along with some of the crew) managed to make it by the end of the movie. It was nearly 11pm by then, so there wasn't time for a big Q&A, although that's where the mention of El Xendra being the first of a planned trilogy with the second likely to start filming in June came from.

He mentioned that the movie played in various Central American markets already, and I kind of wondered how it travels. How tiered is the Spanish-language cinema market around the world? This is a pretty spiffy movie for Honduras and El Salvador (where parts took place and were shot), but how does it look next to the domestic product in Mexico, Chile, Argentina, Spain? Does it seem "too Central American" to those other markets?

I'll probably expand on the idea in a later entry, but it's been impressive to see what a small group is capable of making these days over the course of the festival, but being able to make something that looks pretty good doesn't seem to be helping indie guys compete with the big boys; the big boys can just do even more. So, is the new technology creating more opportunities to hit it big, or just more strata?

Juan in a Million

* * ¼ (out of four)
Seen 12 February 2013 in Somerville Theatre #2 (Boston Sci-Fi Fest, video)

"Alone in the world" movies offer the independent science fiction filmmaker a fair amount of bang for their buck - you can get by with a very small cast, some unusually still establishing shots taken at the right time, and the sense of unease that comes from empty space where there should be crowds. You've got to do a bit more in the way of world-building, though, something Juan in a Million puts off until it may be too late.

As the movie starts, Juan Pablo (Sergio Allard) is recording a video message as part of his application for graduate school at Harvard. He sends it off and hits the sack for a quick nap before going to a friend's party, but when he finally awakens and goes, the music is playing but the place is empty. Upon further examination, the entire city of Algarrobo, Chile is empty, and while the utilities are running, there's only static on the TV and radio and nothing new posted on the internet. Juan is alone, with only a Maradona bobblehead and strange dreams of his ex-girlfriend Camila (Florencia Astrorga) for company.

There are a number of directions that one can go with this - there's a mystery to solve, a struggle for a life-long city dweller to survive, and the possibility of going insane without genuine human contact - and ideally, the filmmaker would be pursuing all three at once. What makes this movie frustrating for a considerable chunk of its length is that Allard (who, in addition to playing Juan, also writes, directs, produces, and edits) doesn't seriously pursue any of these avenues until fairly late in the game - and even then, his on-screen alter ego seems to fall into it.

Full review on eFilmCritic.

El Xendra

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 12 February 2013 in Somerville Theatre #2 (Boston Sci-Fi Fest, video)

El Xendra is impressively ambitious for a Honduran science fiction movie, and it actually does a better job of delivering on those ambitions than a lot of movies whose reviews start that way. It's not necessarily going to stand toe-to-toe with its equivalents from larger film industries, but it manages well enough that I hope filmmaker Juan Carlos Fanconi can do a little more next time.

Four Central American scientists - Carlos (Juan Pablo Olyslager), Diego (Fabian Sales), Marcela (Rocio Carranza), and Roberto "Doc" Hernandez (Boris Barraza) - who had previously worked together on the start of a project called "Time of No Time" in the United States - wake up in the middle of a clearing with no idea how they got there. Is it related to the mysterious event that somehow blacked out much of North America the previous month? Or something older - the legendary ciudad blanca of the Maya?

The main portion of the action takes place in January 2013, so, yes, the strange event would have taken place right around the supposed end of the Mayan calendar that got so much play last year. Its mythology is far more focused on science-fictional things than ancient gods as such (an opening title claims it is "inspired by real messages from extraterrestrial beings"), and eventually includes a little bit of everything, although seldom in gaudy fashion. Fanconi doles it out over the course of the movie and leaves plenty of room for further exploration, with two more movies planned (and production on the second scheduled for this summer), though this story ends in a fairly satisfying way.

Full review on eFilmCritic.

Boston Sci-Fi Film Fest 2013 Day 2: When Time Becomes a Woman

The second day had a repeat from the first at 7pm (Found in Time), so I took the opportunity to bank an extra half-hour at work, do some grocery shopping, and relax a little bit before heading back up the Red Line for this one. Under certain circumstances, I might have bailed, but, hey, I paid money, I don't recall ever seeing a movie from Jordan, and this one had actually amassed some positive reviews.

And it's all right, for what it is - one of those art-house films that is all dialogue and striking imagery, though it doesn't really integrate them exceptionally well or use many of the other tools in the filmmaker's toolbox. My sense was that the audience was grumbly and somewhat dissatisfied after, perhaps hoping for a more active picture.

When Time Becomes a Woman

* * ½ (out of four)
Seen 11 February 2013 in Somerville Theatre #2 (Boston Sci-Fi Fest, video)

I'm guessing that there's not a whole lot of money for science fiction filmmaking in Jordan, which is why When Time Becomes a Woman not only feels less like a movie than a one-act play, but also has everybody in the cast and crew pulling triple- or quadruple-duty behind the scenes. So, adjust expectations accordingly, perhaps - odds are it won't blow your mind but it may be an interestingly different experience.

A man (Zaid Baqaeen) and a woman (Najwan Baqaeen) meet in a thin strip of land between the mountains and the water, with the man saying he has searched for her for three years, and he needs for her to return with him or the world will end. She's skeptical, wanting more information, especially once he claims to be Zad, a great revolutionary that she has read much about.

Now, if these two were sensible people who answered reasonable questions when asked rather than offering up a question of their own in philosophical opposition to the other's supposed meaning, this might be a ten or fifteen minute movie, rather than one that runs seventy-three (including leisurely credit roll). After all, Zad wants something, she wants a reason why she should, so communicate some information, already. Have a spirited debate on the ethics of the situation! These games may superficially make the movie sound intellectual, but at times the circles they run in can get frustrating.

Full review on eFilmCritic.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Next Week in Tickets: Films playing Boston 14 February - 21 February 2013

Happy Valentine's Day! And President's Day! I love movies and long weekends, even if I do now have to take the end of this one as a vacation day to gorge on movies.

  • That gorge will be done at the The Boston Sci-Fi Film Fest. The "festival" part continues through Saturday, with the Marathon running from Sunday at noon until roughly the same time Monday in the big room at the Somerville Theatre (Friday and Saturday nights are on smaller screens).

    Before then, the Somerville Theatre has two special programs on Valentine's Day - Harold Lloyd's Girl Shy on the main screen with a short and accompaniment by Jeff Rapsis, and Faith Soloway adding music and comedy to Claire of the Moon in a "Lesbian Cinema Schlock Treatment" show. Two days later, they'll also be hosting the All Things Horror screening of Mon Ami, an entertaining black comedy I enjoyed at Fantasia last year. And with one screen left empty after the sci-fi festival ends, they'll welcome the Banff Mountain Film Festival from Tuesday to Thursday with a touring show of short films centered on nature, sport, and the environment. Looking a little further out, they will also welcome the Alloy Orchestra on the 23rd with new scores for a selection of Buster Keaton shorts.
  • The big studios bring out some big guns a day early to catch Valentine's Day moviegoers. The most obviously Valentine-y movie is Safe Haven, the latest adaptation of a Nicholas Sparks novel, this one featuring Julianne hough and Josh Duhamel as good-looking people who need to see past their tragedies to find love again, with Lasse Hallström in the director's chair. It plays Fenway, Boston Common, and Fresh Pond. The same theaters also have Beautiful Creatures, a Southern Gothic but modern adaptation of a young-adult fantasy novel with Alice Englert and Alden Ehrenreich as the star-crossed lovers, since she's a witch who will be claimed by good or evil on her birthday. The supporting cast is temptingly excellent, with Jeremy Irons, Emma Thompson, Margo Martindale, Kyle Gallner, Viola Davis, and more.

    For those more in the mood for male bonding, A Good Day to Die Hard also opens on Valentine's Day, with Bruce Willis back as John McClane, this time (hopefully) in over his head in Moscow where he finds out his son is a spy hunting down terrorists. Hopefully a bit of a bounce-back after #4, as opposed to just Fox realizing that a Bruce Willis action movie will make twice as much if it has the words "Die Hard" in the title, even if it's not nearly so great as the original. It plays the Arlington Capitol, Fresh Pond, Boston Common (including the Imax screen), Fenway (including the RPX screen), and the Jordan's Furniture IMAX screens, Another action choice this weekend is the 3D re-release of Top Gun, which moves over to Fenway on Friday after having played the Imax screen at Boston Common for a week.

    It's also school vacation week, so kids younger than the target audience for Beautiful Creatures get Escape from Planet Earth, an animated film with Brendan Fraser and Rob Corddry as alien astronauts brothers trapped in Area 51 and looking to bust out. Fun voice cast, but the animation doesn't look great (what falls to The Weinstein Company seldom does), and even the trailer had obnoxious product placement. It has 2D and 3D showings at the Arlington Capitol, Fresh Pond, and Fenway; 3D-only at Boston Common.
  • The Brattle has their big Valentine's screening of Casablanca tonight, and there may still be tickets available. After that, it's school vacation time with The Bugs Bunny Film Festival running Friday to next Saturday, including three programs: The "All Bugs Revue" plays on Friday, Sunday, Tuesday (noon only), and Thursday; "That Fantastic Friz" celebrates Friz Freling's centennial on Saturday, Monday, and Wednesday; and a special "Looney Tunes Revue" plays matinees next Friday and Saturday (the 22nd & 23rd). The gap on Tuesday is for a Balagan presentation of "Breakwater", an hour's worth of short films (mostly) on 16mm capturing imagery of water.
  • Kendall Square tends to have a low turnover during Oscar season, and this year (and week) is no exception, with Stand Up Guys leaving and Happy People: A Year in the Taiga opening. The trailers play it up as a Werner Herzog film, but he seems to mostly lend a hand (and his distinctive voice) to Dmitry Vasyukov, who spent a year documenting fur trappers in a Siberian village. Timur Bekmambetov is also on board as a producer, so that's an interesting group.
  • the Coolidge Corner Theatre presents Alfred Hitchcock's Rebecca as their Valentine's Day show tonight, a romantic mystery that was also his first American film. Tomorrow, they open Tabu in the screening room, which is also a romance that is split into two halves, one in contemporary Lisbon and one in colonial Africa.

    They also continue midnight Blaxploitation History Month screenings on Friday and Saturday with modern spoof Black Dynamite, a pretty darn great send-up of the genre which demonstrates that Michael Jai White really should do more comedy, because he's hilarious. Lore screens Sunday morning, delayed from last week because of blizzard-related travel issues, and Fargo plays on the big screen Monday as part of "Big Screen Classics".
  • Leos Carax will be visiting the Harvard Film Archive next weekend, but they start their retrospective of his films on Friday so that folks can get up to speed. Boy Meets Girl plays Friday at 7pm, Pola X that night at 9:15pm, Tokyo! Saturday at 9pm, and The Lovers on the Bridge Sunday at 4pm. They're also continuing the Raoul Walsh retrospective ("Action! Action! Action!") with a rescheduled The Revolt of Mamie Stover at 5pm Saturday, followed by Wild Girl 7pm, and They Died with Their Boots On Sunday 7pm. They'll also look at another filmmaker on Monday with The Poetic Semiotics of Peter Rose, with the filmmaker present to introduce a series of his short films and videos.
  • The MFA continues with The Films of Stanley Kubrick, offering up unconventional Valentine's Day options with Lolita and Dr. Strangelove (also running Saturday the 16th), then moving on to Paths of Glory (Friday the 15th), 2001 (Friday & Sunday), A Clockwork Orange (Saturday and Sunday), and Barry Lyndon (Thursday the 21st). Lolita, 2001, and A Clockwork Orange are digital; the rest are on 35mm.
  • ArtsEmerson's The Next Thing Festival begins in earnest this weekend with "American Utopias" on the main stage, and the film portion is a mix of new and influential pictures: Transition is a musical performance piece Friday evening, with Spaulding Gray's Swimming to Cambodia (as filmed by Jonathan Demme) Friday night. Saturday offers Time Bandits in the afternoon, a presentation of Young Jean Lee's play The Shipment at 6pm, and Aaron Landsman's live-streamed participatory theater event City Council Meeting at 9pm. It's Spaulding Gray again Sunday afternoon, with Steven Soderbergh's film And Everything Is Going Fine at 1pm, including specially appearances by Gray's wife Kathleen Russo, son Forrest Gray, and fellow monologuist Mike Daisey.
  • School vacation means sing-along shows at the Regent Theatre, and apparently Grease! is the word for February. 7pm Shows all week from Monday the 17th to Friday the 22nd, with 2pm matinees on Tuesday and Thursday and a 9:30pm late show on Friday. There will be goody bags, and coming in costume is strongly encouraged.
  • It's been a while since the New England Aquarium shuffled their IMAX shows, and they add a new one looking at marine life and environments on Friday with The Last Reef. Truth be told, looking at undersea environments in IMAX 3D never gets old, and it also plays on the 2D-but-curved OMNIMAX screen at the Museum of Science.
  • AMC's Best Picture Showcase is split into two parts to handle the nine nominees this year; the first part runs on Saturday the 16th starting at 10am and includes Amour, Les Miserables, Argo, and Django Unchained for $30 (the other five will run next week) at Boston Common. Boston Common also will be keeping Lost in Thailand around for late shows, either because it did well or because the blizzard killed any chance for folks to see it.
  • Speaking of Oscar catch-up, the ICA starts screening the Oscar-nominated short films off and on starting on Sunday; they'll be showing animation, live action, and three of the documentary shorts on Sunday, and animation on Thursday.


My plans? Sci-fi fest until Monday, sneaking Lost in Thailand in there somewhere, and maybe catching Die Hard 5 and Happy People later in the week. Probably won't go for the latter on Monday afternoon, because I can see Werner Herzog's voice lulling me to sleep after the 'thon. I'm half-tempted to see Lore Sunday morning and show up a bit late for said marathon, but do I really need to make 24 hours of movies straight into 26?

This Week In Tickets: 4 February 2013 - 10 February 2013

So, how was your weekend? Nice weather?

This Week in Tickets

I managed to keep busy for the start of the week, trying to get stuff in before the festival, which became trying to get stuff in before the storm. The storm itself played a little havoc with my plans, naturally - I'd hoped to see the Oscar nominated documentary shorts on Thursday (instead, I made a grocery run) and Lost in Thailand sometime over the weekend (no getting out of the house to AMC Boston Common for the first two days, Sunday at the fest starting earlier). It could have been even busier - I opted to only see half of two double features, seeing Reservoir Dogs without Pulp Fiction, and Oslo, August 1938 without The Day He Arrives.

I between, I did a separate-admission double feature of The Oscar-Nominated Shorts (Animation & Live Action), which was kind of funny because I used the last of my Landmark discount tickets for the first, and they were out of ticket books to sell me for the second, so I wound up paying (gasp!) full price. The funny bit is that every time I've gone to Kendall Square for the last two months, they've tried to sell me another ticket book, but, noooo, I could wait until the next one ran out.

Finally, after the snow, I got to The Sci-Fi Festival. I actually tried to get there on Saturday, since there had been no announcement about cancellations, but when I got there at 5:10 for a 5pm show (a short program, so I figured being late wouldn't be terrible), I was told that it had been cancelled, so the first show would be at 7pm. So, I hung around Davis Square for a while, which wasn't as much fun as it sounds - the places where I might have bought a hot chocolate were shut down (yes, even Dunkin Donuts), and while the bars were open, I don't drink. I was also too full from a late mid-day meal eaten when I thought I'd be in a theater for six hours to plop down in a restaurant. I wound up killing a little time in CVS, looking for replacement laces for my boots and other supplies. I kid you not, the big display in the middle of the floor post-blizzard was for sunblock. In Boston, in February.

The notice that the rest of the day's screenings were cancelled came at around 6:15, so I headed back home with a stop in Finale. It was at least good to learn that it takes me roughly an hour to walk from my house to Davis in the snow for Sunday, as I got to the first show (only one there!) before the T started running. After that, the screening schedule got weird, to the point where those of us in the theater considered holding up signs with what we'd like Dave to play next because it seemed so random. Afterward, though, the Red Line was running, and things seemed to get back to normal very quickly.

Reservoir Dogs

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 4 February 2013 in Capitol Theatre #1 (Capitol Classics, digital)

Somehow, despite eventually becoming a fan of Quentin Tarantino, I avoided seeing Reservoir Dogs for a long time. It wasn't deliberate; I've got a DVD on the shelf that I meant to watch but just never got around to, and it always seemed to play on the big screen at bad times for me. It worked out pretty nicely for me that I saw it soon after The Killing, as I think Kubrick's film, with its fractured timeline and black comedy, is a sort of ancestor to Dogs - the point where a certain style of crime thriller branched off and started to evolve into its own thing.

As a result, I wasn't quite so gob-smacked as I might have been had I seen it when it first came out during my college years, although it may be to my benefit to have waited so long. My tastes were just starting to evolve back then, as evidenced that I wasn't particularly fond of Pulp Fiction the first time through. I've seen how Tarantino has grown, how he has harnessed his distinctive dialogue to bolder, more exciting action, learned how to write salty without using the f-word as a crutch or dipping so much into casual racism, and otherwise just become a better filmmaker. There's a point where I would have absolutely loved this, but I'm not quite sure when it would have been.

It's still a pretty darn good movie - Tarantino really excels at getting a few people in a room and examining how they play off each other, especially as he plays with different combinations and circumstances. Harvey Keitel was the most solidly-established actor in the main ensemble, and he winds up being pretty generous, starting out as the focus of the picture and eventually ceding the limelight to the rest of the cast. It's kind of a shame that Tim Roth seemed to age out of roles like this fairly quickly, as he makes a fantastic Mr. Orange, and this seems to be where Steve Buscemi really started to break out.

For all the potential and raw talent Tarantino shows here, I think it's still sort of an immature movie, using a lot of shock tactics and scenes which looked good in his head but seem more singular than part of the story. But a lot of directors probably wish they could start out with something this good, and it sure as heck made a solid foundation for Pulp Fiction and what came after.


Reservoir Dogs
Oscar Nominated Shorts - Animation
Oscar Nominated Shorts - Live Action
Oslo, August 31st
Boston Sci-Fi Film Fest Day 1

Boston Sci-Fi Film Fest Day 1 (or 3): The Final Shift, War of the Worlds: The Untold Story, Found in Time, Earthbound, and Mars et Avril

The best way to describe the Sunday I spent in Somerville Theatre's screen 2 - or at least, the kindest - is to say that the future is unpredictable. With the previous two days of programming wiped out by the most serious pure snowstorm to hit the Northeast in years (Sandy being something else again), and Sunday initially looking like it might be canceled as the Boston area continued to dig out, the festival organizers scrambled to try and get things on the schedule. Technically, I don't think anything played according to the original schedule; even Found in Time, one of the two screenings that matched the scheudle posted online, was in a slot originally slated for Escape from Tomorrow, which disappeared from the festival without any sort of notice or explanation.

That lack of notice/explanation was a constant part of the day; the schedule on Sunday morning read The Final Shift, Mars et Avril, Found in Time, Eternity, and Shorts Program #2. I was the only person to make it in for The Final Shift at 1:15pm, as the MBTA didn't start running the subway until 2pm and fairly few of us were in a position to make the hike (and, since it took me about an hour to get there from my house, I probably shouldn't have!). I could still hear Dave Kornfeld laying down the law for someone in the projection booth as he tried to get it framed right and looking good, because Dave is a friggin' professional.

Others joined me at 3pm, and we were all kind of surprised and a little disappointed to see War of the Worlds: The Untold Story start instead of Mars et Avril, the one that at least three of us were most looking forward to, without any sort of notice or update on the website, Facebook page, etc. With no way to know what was going to play next beyond the quick tests Dave ran between movies, we joked about holding up signs to request one thing or another next. Fortunately, we did get that movie as the last show.

We didn't get Eternity, which might not be a great movie, but the revised schedule had it only playing a mid-week 5pm show, which meant I wasn't getting to see it. In its place, we got Earthbound, only it played from a screener disc rather than the DCP they had sent (the keycodes were wrong, in another example of copy protection doing more to annoy legitimate users rather than deter unauthorized ones). That meant not just lower resolution, but "Property of Ripple World / Paper Dreams" showing up right in the middle of the screen every ten minutes or so, in a screening people paid for. Not cool.

I'm not hugely upset, because Earthbound was pretty entertaining and that made for one of the more pleasant things that can happen at a festival, a day of movies which get better as the day went along. It meant starting fairly low (The Final Shift was awful), but by the time we left at 10:30pm, the T was running, the snow was looking pretty well under-control, and my mood had been getting better all day. All in all, not a bad way to finish up a mess of a weekend.

The Final Shift

* (out of four)
Seen 10 February 2013 in Somerville Theatre #2 (Boston Sci-Fi Fest, video)

The Final Shift is one of those movies that it's almost unsporting to review; it doesn't do anything well and likely only got a spot on this festival's schedule because it was made locally, but by the same token, nobody else is going to see it, so what's the point of thrashing it publicly? In an earlier age, the people involved would have been able to pretend it didn't exist after doing three or four better movies, but now IMDB and sites like this will unfortunately connect them to this thing forever. Sorry about that.

The plot is standard D-movie stuff - there's a secret army program to make physically enhanced soldiers, but so far the only successes, if you can call them that, are with the daughters of program head Col. Maslow (Robert Miano), half-sisters code-named Delta (Vanessa Leigh) and Alpha (Diana Porter). When a hitman (John Depew) makes his way in to steal the formula, he also winds up taking Delta with him. Six years later, they're working as a team (with Delta now going by "Margot"), and when they're latest job gives them a lead on the spoils of a bank robbery, they wind up in the middle of a standoff in a diner.

That's all very unimaginative and all, but it's served as the skeleton for a good action movie before, but when the action is lousy, what's the point? And the action here is pretty bad; there's not a punch or other blow that actually seems to connect, and writer/director Depew tends to crank the score up during fight scenes so that the audience can't even be fooled by a well mixed/edited sound of impact. Gunplay is accomplished with cheap-looking CGI. It's all so fake-looking that it's hard for audiences to get caught up in the excitement of the action; it just becomes a clockwork removal of characters from the scene.

Full review on eFilmCritic.

The War of the Worlds: The Untold Story

* ¾ (out of four)
Seen 10 February 2013 in Somerville Theatre #2 (Boston Sci-Fi Fest, video)

Around the time Stephen Spielberg's version of The War of the Worlds came out, Timothy Hines and Pendragon Pictures did their own, a three-hour period piece (which David Cornelius gives a thorough evisceration/appreciation on EFC. I haven't seen it, so I can't say whether "The Untold Story" is that footage thoroughly recut, the same cast and crew giving themselves a do-over, or some combination of the two. It doesn't really matter, though, because the end result is not very good.

The story is a classic of science fiction from before the genre had the name, with Martians leaving their dying planet to invade Earth. This version takes place at around the turn of the twentieth century, with canisters falling to Earth in England and disgorging steam-era tripods with heat rays, and Bertie Wells (Anthony Piana), who was among the first on the scene at the initial crash, going on an Odyssey across the ruined landscape during the very one-sided war.

The hook to this version is that it is presented as a 1964 interview with Wells (now played by Floyd Reichman), the last survivor of the invasion, which also incorporates previously unseen footage from 1900, kept classified by the British government for decades. The cynical among you might argue that, as the previous version was an attempt to cash in on a big-budget studio tentpole, this one aims to simultaneously cash in on found-footage horror and renewed interest in this period (Sherlock Holmes, Downton Abbey, Pride & Prejudice & Zombies, etc.). And, to be honest, that's not the most horrible idea in the world, especially since Hines is loyal to the source material to a fault (I suspect all that of the elder Bertie's lines are narration from H.G. Wells's original novel).

Full review on eFilmCritic.

Found in Time

* * ½ (out of four)
Seen 10 February 2013 in Somerville Theatre #2 (Boston Sci-Fi Fest, video)

A tricky thing for a science fiction story to do is to build its world and story without spending any time explaining it to the characters who, living in it, don't need the explanation. Add a changing timeline to the mix, and you're really asking for trouble. As a result, it's very impressive that Found in Time works as well as it does, though it's still often on the confusing side.

Things start out with Chris (MacLeod Andrews), a "collector" whose psi abilities generally allow him to find things that people he meets later will want. His consciousness jumping forward and backward in time is a side-effect, and his meds are starting to be ineffective. His girlfriend Jina (Kelly Sullivan) recommends he see one of her therapist colleagues (Eric Martin Brown), while one of her patients, a "weaver" named Ayana (Mina Vesper Gokal) winds up working the same corner when Chris sells the things he finds and his friend RJ (Derek Morgan) sells unusually-infused coffee.

Writer/director Arthur Vincie has created an interesting alternate or near-future world without tarting it up in a lot of obvious trappings; it mostly seems different from ours at the edges, where abilities like Chris, Ayana, and RJ have are known but not mainstream. None of these abilities are the sort you need to spend any money to depict most of the time, and that works for this movie; while "The Mine" that the psi-cops threaten the vendors with looks slapped together, it looks like the alternate world's government went cheap, not the filmmakers.

Full review on eFilmCritic.

Earthbound

* * * (out of four)
Seen 10 February 2013 in Somerville Theatre #2 (Boston Sci-Fi Fest, screener)

You wouldn't think a genre as hyphenated as the indie-sci-fi-romantic-comedy would have enough entries to have staples, but "boy thinks he's alien/time traveler/robot, making the girl who thinks he's otherwise sweet uncomfortable" pops up a fair amount. It lives and dies by the performances, which means that writer/director Alan Brennan is pretty fortunate to have Rafe Spall and Jenn Murray in his movie.

Joe Norman (Spall) thinks he's an alien, since that's what his father (David Morrissey) told him when he died: That they had escaped a coup by a vicious cult on their homeworld, and a beacon would be lit in the middle of a certain constellation when it was safe to return. That was fifteen years ago, and now Joe's in his mid-twenties, working in a comic shop when Maria (Murray) comes in to sell some of her childhood toys so she can make rent. Joe's scanner (or watch) says she's 94% biologically compatible, and they turn out to be a good match beyond that - at least, until Joe feels like he should tell her the truth about himself.

There's been a fair amount of talk over the last few years about how geek culture has become mainstream culture, and Earthbound embraces that in a way that a lot of similar movies don't. Joe and Maria are a good-looking pair who like sci-fi, and roughly three seconds is spent on a pretty girl liking Battlestar Galactica being considered odd - and speaking of Galactica, Brennan figures the audience has probably watched enough of that show and the other science fiction works he references to see what he's building without spelling things out or pandering. And while Joe is an oddball who makes a fair amount of social missteps, he's not a stunted weirdo.

Full review on eFilmCritic.

Mars et Avril

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 10 February 2013 in Somerville Theatre #2 (Boston Sci-Fi Fest, Blu-ray)

As much as I'm glad the Boston Sci-Fi Film Festival is getting a better class of movies, I kind of wish that the timing of Mars et Avril hitting the festival circuit and then having its regular release in Quebec was such that I could have seen it at Montreal's Fantasia Festival, because that would have been a hoot. It's elaborately oddball, and its quirk is distinctly French-Canadian, so while it's generally fun, I have to imagine that crowd would be especially into it.

Jacob Obus (Jacques Languirand) is the toast of late-twenty-first-century Montreal, a 75-year-old jazz musician famous for the instruments he plays inspired by the female form. Those instruments are designed by Arthur Spaak (Paul Ahmarani) and built by Arthur's father Eugene (Robert Lepagee), and Jacob makes it a rule never to speak to the models. Avril (Caroline Dhavernas) has different ideas; the beautiful young photographer seduces both Jacob and Arthur. Not Eugene, though - he's gone virtual and spends his spare time trying to convince scientists that Mars is imaginary, willed into existence by the collective consciousness, which may present issues for the three "marsonautes" en route.

If nothing else, Mars et Avril is a blast to look at - co-writer/director Martin Villeneuve adapts his own graphic novel (which I believe is more fumetti than hand-drawn), and seems determined to fit every entertaining visual in that he can, no matter how absurd or unnecessary it is. So Eugene's head is a hologram, Jacob has amazing facial hair, and the club where he plays is made of glass and underwater. The setting is full of transformed and exaggerated landmarks, such as the pile of blocks built to house athletes during the 1976 Olympics now approaching skyscraper dimensions. The instruments seem like something out of a Jodorowsky/Moebius graphic novel. It's gaudy, bright eye candy more akin to The Fifth Element than any other sci-fi film.

Full review on eFilmCritic.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Short Stuff: The Oscar-Nominated Animated and Live-Action Films

I joke about this every year, but if you get into an Oscar prediction contest (like the eFilmCritic Oscar Pick' Em), especially one that weights every category evenly, a little knowledge of the more obscure categories - documentaries, shorts, and sound - can make a big difference between runner up and having someone ship a ridiculously large box of DVDs to your door.

Happily, the short films are one of the easier categories to bone upon - the various groups are put together into feature-length packages which can be seen at theaters, online, or on demand via one's cable/satellite system (as of this writing, they are already playing selected theaters, with the other distribution methods coming on the 19th of February - check ShortsHD's website for more information on the easiest way for you to see them in your area; in Boston, that's the Coolidge and the Kendall, as of right now). So far, I've seen the animated and live action shorts; both are well worth checking out not just because they might give one a leg up in predictions, but because they are filled with solid, entertaining movies.

And isn't that what awards are for - giving folks a reminder that good stuff is out there?

The 2013 Oscar Nominated Shorts: Animation

Seen 5 February 2013 in Landmark Kendall Square #1 (first-run, digital)

Animated shorts tend to take the "short" part seriously, and as a result, the "Animation" package is seriously filled out - not just by segments with "hosts" William Joyce and Brandon Oldenburg, who won last year's Oscar in the category for "The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore" (and which seems more like a repurposed interview than hosting, as it never actually references any of the included movies), but with three "Highly Commended" honorable mentions, one of which takes up roughly a third of the package's run time. Fortunately, there is truth in the idea that good things come in small packages; although some of these move very quickly, those tend to pack a lot of wit and invention into their short length - especially considering that none of the nominees feature dialogue!

For example, "The Longest Daycare", a Simpsons short starring baby Maggie, is only five minutes long, but generally doesn't go more than a few seconds before a new gag comes along, and once things get going, it's probably pretty exciting for the youngsters who were half its target audience when it played in front of the latest Ice Age movie last summer, with the jokes related to how Maggie gets the short end of the stick at the "Ayn Rand School for Tots" aimed at the adults in the audience.

A Hans Zimmer score helps with that, and it's just one example of how director David Silverman, who previously directed The Simpsons Movie and many episodes of the series, has some nice studio resources at his disposal. The picture is bright and colorful with smooth motion, and the credits indicate it was originally produced in 3D. It's a very capable short, generally pretty funny; exactly the sort of thing one would want to attach to the front of a celebrity-voiced franchise movie.

"Adam and Dog", meanwhile, is the opposite in many ways: Relative newcomer Minkyu Lee's colors may be lush where the detailed backgrounds are concerned, but the title characters are simple browns and fleshtones, making them a bit smaller than the world they inhabit. Writer/director Minkyu Lee also doesn't mind letting scenes stretch out for a bit to give a setting a certain feel - this pre-historic forest is idyllic, but also features just enough danger for the dog and the human he meets to come together so that the former becomes the latter's Best Friend.

Given the title, it's not hard to figure out where Lee is going with this; an Eve does eventually show up and complicate things, with Genesis eventually being more directly referenced as opposed to alluded to. Lee makes the transition there nicely, maintaining the dog's point of view throughout but changing the color palette and atmosphere enough that the attentive viewer can see what happens. It's a nifty trick, one which makes up for how the pacing can sometimes be a little too relaxed.

Where Lee may not have a long filmography, PES (the nom de film of Adam Pesapane) certainly does; anyone who has seen an animation program at a film festival or a touring show like "Spike & Mike" or "The Animation Show" has likely seen one or more of his quick stop-motion bits which recast familiar objects in new contexts. That's what "Fresh Guacamole" offers, starting with avocados in the shape of hand grenades and going on from there. Fans have seen similar things before - it's a follow-up to "Western Spaghetti" - but the fact that PES has been nominated for an Oscar will surely make them smile.

There are actually voices credited for Timothy Rechart's "Head Over Heels", but I don't believe they say anything particularly articulate. That's sort of the point, after all - that after decades of marriage, Walter and Madge may live in the same house but don't communicate much, living separate lives to the extent that each seems to live on the ceiling relative to the other. It's an arresting visual that I suspect works better here than in upcoming feature Upside Down, as it's allowed to be almost purely metaphorical rather than something that has to make sense physically.

It makes for a fun little movie, too, as Walter attempts to win her back and both must figure out what to do when their house that was spinning in space makes landfall. The stop-motion animation is very well-done indeed, and Reckart and cinematographer Chloe Thomson make good use of their ability to shift perspectives - I'll bet a lot of live-action filmmakers must envy their ability to literally turn their set upside down, although the limited space to work with these miniatures in an environment that frequently needs a full complement of walls and floors/ceilings must make up for it. They certainly come up with a cleverly-constructed world that they use for humor and pathos; it's one of the strongest from a strong field.

But is it strong enough to overcome "Paperman"? John Kahrs's seven-minute short got a lot of attention when it was released to theaters attached to Wreck-It Ralph; I'm sure a few people said it was worth the price of a ticket on its own (though I imagine most eventually said staying for the feature was far from a hardship). The funny thing is, it really is that good, and I actually found myself enjoying it more on a second viewing.

Maybe it's because I wasn't seeing it in 3D this time (along with the different context), because where I marveled at some of the technical feats before - it really is an amazing example of computer-rendered imagery managing the expressiveness of hand-drawn while still retaining its solidity and working in the third dimension - this time had me amazed by just how well everything worked together: The style, the simple storytelling, the Christope Beck score, the almost purely visual bits. Indeed, some of the things I found a bit of a weakness the first time are among my favorites now - the way the paper airplanes dance when they first start moving with a will of their own just strikes me as so early Disney, like they wouldn't be out of place in Fantasia or a Silly Symphonies short. That encapsulation of the company's entire history is kind of wonderful, and part of the reason I wouldn't bet against Kahrs coming home with a statuette in a few weeks.

All five of the nominees are quite worthy, although it's a little bit easier this year to see why the three "Highly Commended" shorts also included with the program don't quite make the cut. "Abiogenesis" by Richard Mans, for instance, is gorgeous - its visuals of a robot terraforming ship arriving on a barren planet and kickstarting the processes of life are beautifully rendered and frequently very creative - but it's undeniably chilly; the robots are such pure automatons that the audience can't help but feel the lack of humanity, especially after all the expressive characters in the previous shorts. As awe-inspiring a sequence as the five-minute short is, it feels like it should be part of a longer piece so that it can have some context within a story. Somebody get Mans signed to do an animated sci-fi feature so that can happen.

The next honorable mention, Leo Verrier's "Dripped", also suffers a bit in context; it looks like it was created to primarily be viewed on computer screens; blown up to be shown on the multiplex's main screen, the visuals seem kind of low-res. It's also weird, featuring an art thief who steals paintings to eat them, taking on their traits as he does so, and not knowing what to do when the manhunt makes it hard to replenish his supply. I think Verrier's onto a clever idea here - literalizing the idea of consuming art, letting it change you and influence your own process of creation without necessarily reproducing it - but it's not communicated very clearly, and his own cartoony style does not always mesh well with the artists he references.

The finale short in the program - and by far the longest, at 27 minutes - is "The Gruffalo's Child", a sequel to a nominee from two years ago, "The Gruffalo" (reviewed here, as part of the 2011 package), and like its predecessor, it is a solid piece of work with a very nice voice cast (Helena Bonham-Carter, Robbie Coltrane, Rob Brydon, John Hurt, Tom Wilkinson, and James Corden all resume their roles, with Shirley Henderson joining as the title character). It's even got a clever idea for a twist, with the Mouse being described as a terrifying creature of legend to the young Gruffalo, rather than the other way around as in the first short. The air is let out a little, though, as the audience members already know what a mouse is (heck, they likely know this mouse), so it's a bit difficult to build up the same kind of danger and surprise.

The three honorable mentions are all still worth seeing, though, and in their being very good but not quite brilliant manage to emphasize what a strong group the nominees are. If I were voting for the award, the part of me that wants to recognize impressive young new artists would be pulled toward "Adam and Dog" or "Head Over Heels", but "Paperman" is probably too good to deny, and I would not be surprised at all if the Academy went the same way.

One more thing worth noting: While the package is rated PG-13 and I would generally have little problem recommending it for all-ages (and kids will really enjoy several of the shorts), there is nudity in both "Adam and Dog" and "Dripped". It's not meant to be titillating and seems harmless to me (said the guy with no kids), but don't come crying to me if you freak out when watching with the little ones.

Also posted to eFilmCritic in a slightly modified form.

The 2013 Oscar Nominated Shorts: Live-Action

Seen 5 February 2013 in Landmark Kendall Square #1 (first-run, digital)

As much as we've all seen movies that don't really justify the eighty minutes, minimum, that a film has to run to make the ticket price charged if it's to be released in theaters seem reasonable, the cold fact of the matter is that there's very little place for live-action shorts in America today. Animated shorts can be done as a calling card or with a small enough crew that a director can count on a dedicated fanbase for money (or can do these labors of love around commercial work), documentary shorts can sell to PBS or cable stations, but where do live-action short films fit in today's market?

Not very many places, which is why when one goes to the short programs at American film festivals, most of the things on display are likely student films, or from a foreign country where arts funding helps with this sort of thing. Still, enough get made that the Academy Award nominees are often an impressive-enough slate, and the brief clips seen during the ceremony are often some of the most intriguing parts of the program, representing as they do ideas too peculiar and non-commercial to be financed by a Hollywood studio.

Take "Death of a Shadow"; it hails from Belgium and even features Matthias Schoenaerts, star of last year's foreign-language nominee Bullhead and recent boutique-house release Rust and Bone. It's got an offbeat premise, with Shoenaerts playing a photographer of sorts, who captures a person's shadow at the moment of his or her death for his mysterious master (Peter Van Den Eede) so that after 10,000 he can be returned to life with the woman he loves (Laura Verlinden). The visuals and the steampunkish design are certainly memorable.

I must admit, though, that it sort of rubbed me the wrong way. Like a lot of steampunk or contemporary dark fantasy, its world seems too obviously set up to tell this particular story. The character arcs follow a well-worn and predictable path of romantic tragedy, and while Schoenaerts, Verlinden, and filmmaker Tom Van Avermaet make them work surprisingly well, it's never quite fantastical or romantic enough to make up for the film's artifice.

"Henry", meanwhile, comes from Quebec's Yan England and follows its title character - an elderly pianist played by Gérard Poirier - as he starts what seems like a typical day only to have things thrown into turmoil as it becomes clear that things aren't what they seem. Over the next twenty minutes, the audience follows him into his youth and his rather uncertain present.

It's another theme that has been milked pretty thoroughly, but there's a reason for that: It provides a great showcase for older actors who can bring plenty of experience to bear with every line on their faces, and Poirer certainly does not disappoint (neither do Louisa Laprade as his wife Maria or Mari Tifo as the woman trying to keep him in the present as his mind drifts back to when he first met Maria). An elderly relative or friend's disintegration is a heartbreaking story that almost everybody can relate to, and England and Poirer hit their targets a lot more often than not.

Writer/director/star Shawn Christensen also starts out in a fairly dark place in "Curfew", but it soon gets into much funnier territory, as Christensen's suicidal character Richie gets a call from his sister asking him to babysit his nine-year-old niece Sophia (Fatima Ptacek) for the night. Neither mother or daughter consider Richie particularly trustworthy, with a demanding Sophia tending to look down at her uncle.

Naturally, of course, Richie will seem to grow and Sophia will soften, and the way that happens is actually really impressive, as Christensen is able to frame it as being the result of changing perspectives as personal growth. He does a nice job of injecting humor, dark and offbeat as well as conventional, into the story without ever actually pushing the darkness back - indeed, making things funnier and Sophia more kid-like makes everything feel more well-rounded and real. "Curfew" may be the lightest film of the group, but that doesn't make it any less sophisticated than the others.

Kids also figure prominently in the stories of the last two films of the program, which both take place in foreign lands. In "Buzkashi Boys", the setting is Kabul, Afghanistan, with beggar-boy Ahmad (Jawanmard Paiz) convincing his friend Rafi (Fawad Mohammadi) to leave his father's blacksmith shop to go watch Buzkashi, a polo-like game where men on horseback compete to drag a goat carcass across the field. As we watch the kids, it's apparent that Ahmad seems more optimistic about his future than Rafi, despite having much less.

We hear a lot about Afghanistan in the news, but this view of it is fascinating; director Sam French and cinematographer Duraid Munajim do an exceptional job of capturing the stark beauty of the Afghani landscape and even making Kabul look appealing from certain angles and distances, only to pull in or shift position and suddenly see just how much damage an inhospitable environment and endless series of wars has done to the place. There's a sort of solidarity with the people there, though - the film never asks for the audience's pity, even as it acknowledges the utterly random danger of life there and the very limited options that the people there may have. French also gets great work out of youngsters Paiz and Mohammadi; though both were more or less recruited off the streets, they are excellent and form the movie's heart and soul.

The title character of Bryan Buckley's "Asad" (played by Harun Mohammed), on the other hand, lives in a coastal Somali village where the pirates do a better job of providing for the people than fishermen like old Erasto (Ibrahim Moallim Hussein), and this barely-teenager thinks he may make a better captain than some of the others. He may not be wrong; he thinks on his feet quickly to help an injured friend when rebels come to town and Erasto, at least, recognizes that he has great instincts as a navigator.

Shot in South Africa with a cast consisting almost entirely of Somali refugees (and there's an argument to be made that the one exception doesn't count), "Asad" has an almost indisputable authenticity to it, and in a way that seems to justify an ending that feels less conclusive than that of the other shorts: Life in this place means being at the whim of randomness and chaos, and the combination of horror and humor that makes up the end of the story almost feels like a survival mechanism, where one has to look at the bright side to avoid despair. Longtime commercial director Buckley puts his experience in shooting quick and professionally to work; he and his crew make a sharp-looking picture and get good work out of their amateur cast, with Harun Mohammed proving surprisingly capable of carrying the movie.

It's an enjoyably strong and varied line-up, one which I think any could win without much in the way of complaint (even the weakest, "Death of a Shadow", can at least capture the imagination). If I were trying to predict a winner, it would likely be between "Henry" (the majority of Academy members are actors and this is the nominee that most showcases acting) and "Curfew" (the most balanced entry; it's mainstream and quirky, featuring good performances and direction). Still, it's never a good idea to underestimate the importance of importance to voters in these categories, which could give "Asad" and "Buzkashi Boys" legs up.

Also posted to eFilmCritic in a slightly modified form.

Saturday, February 09, 2013

Potential Buried Treasure: Oslo, August 31st

It probably marks me as a bad member of the organization, but I almost never vote for the Chlotrudis Awards' Buried Treasure award. You have to see all five of the nominated movies (or, in years with six, five of six), and ever since seeing Chicago solely because it was nominated for a bunch of Oscars, I've tried to avoid seeing movies as a matter of obligation. That movie was probably not as terrible as it seemed to me, but laying out money when you're not really enthused about that thing specifically certainly makes it seem worse.

I've been able to justify it to myself somewhat because I honestly don't care who wins awards. I tend to think that the value of awards is less in actually naming one movie or performance or book or song or whatever the best of the year than in creating a reason to shine a bright light on the nominees. A list of several noteworthy things is useful, but can quickly be forgotten. Make it a competition, though, and people start talking, and there's also a window during which people will make an extra effort to check the nominees out, and that's good for everything.

So, I don't really care who wins other than being disgusted when it's something that clearly didn't belong on the list of nominations in the first place. But, this year, one of the nominees for Buried Treasure is my suggestion, getting on there despite my being the only one to see it, and it's the most difficult for the voters to see. It probably won't get close to winning - I can very easily see it being the sixth for people seeing five out of six - but I'd rather not seem a complete hypocrite later on when folks say they went out of their way or spent some money to see it and I say, yeah, I didn't bother with the award after that.

So, now I'm up to 2/6, and kind of wondering if others whose horses are in this race (so to speak) find themselves approaching it the same way I am - basically, the other nominees have to knock the one I already decided should win off. The other categories work that way too, though not as starkly, and I find that it certainly feels less fair than choosing one after having seen them all, even if I generally trust my judgement well enough to think I'll choose the right thing for the right reason.


Anyway, that's enough of that. One thing I noticed that wasn't really germane to the review was that it seemed to stay light out pretty late during this movie - the characters didn't seem to be under artificial lights when they noted it had passed midnight. I didn't think Oslo was far north enough to have midnight sun in any case, and August 31st is much closer to an equinox than a solstice anyway, so that shouldn't be a big deal in any case. That's a minor thing, though; I've got another, rather spoilery question about the end and structure of the movie that I've put after the review link.


Oslo, August 31st

* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 6 February 2013 in the Brattle Theatre (Some of the Best of 2012, 35mm)

Oslo, October 31st starts out with various off-screen voices describing their memories of the city in question, and even when the imagery that goes with those memories is of something like a building being brought down, it's vibrant and alive. When it's first seen in the present, through the eyes of the main character, though, it's all motionless construction equipment. It's time to rebuild after the implosion, but how to do that may take some consideration.

The man who needs to rebuild is Anders (Anders Danielsen Lie), who has spent a fair amount of time in a rehabilitation facility for his drug addiction; he's been given a pass to go into the city for a job interview. That's not until later in the day, though, so in the mean time, he might as well visit some people - an old friend, his sister, maybe a few others as one name leads to another - and the family home. Of course, it's impossible to forget that this is where Anders lived as he succumbed to his demons the first time.

The very name of this movie gives it bounds; it's not going to move far from that time and that place. What's interesting, though, is that co-writer/director Joachim Trier never makes those implied limits feel close or to give them undue importance to the characters within the movie. The extent to which there is not a ticking clock is almost shocking; Trier spends most of the first third of the movie on a conversation between two characters that kicks themes around but doesn't really push Anders through the story, and the time of day or how long it is until Anders is expected back is almost irrelevant in each particular scene. If Trier is making points via where in Oslo each segment takes place, it's not immediately obvious to this non-Norwegian. And yet, as much as the story seems to be contained by its title, there's also a sense that the environment and the passage of time is affecting Anders; it's important without being overtly so.

Full review on eFilmCritic.

OK, you were warned up top, but SPOILERS!


I feel stupid even asking this question, but the opening scenes of the movie (after all the Anders-less memories of Oslo) actually come last chronologically, right? I base this mainly off the idea that when Anders tries to commit suicide by walking into the pond with rocks in his pockets, he backs out by shedding his coat and leaving it at the bottom of the pond, which means he either has multiple similar coats or that this takes place after he wears that coat throughout the rest of the movie.

I want it to be that way, because I'm basically an optimist, and that means that after he relapses, he despairingly tries to kill himself, but ultimately decides he wants to live, and maybe that's the decision that will stick going forward. If the whole movie is chronological, then it's just an industrial-powered downer - the suicide attempt is followed by him going out into a situation he's clearly not prepared to handle, and the trip to his dealer and eventual fall off the wagon are inevitable. And since one of the later revelations in the movie is that most of the action actually takes place on the 30th, that makes what happens in the wee hours and morning of the 31st more important and definitive, whether it be backsliding for good or bottoming out and finally starting the real climb out of the pit.

I think the repeated shots at the end tend to support the idea that those first scenes come last, although the girl in his bed at the start suggests otherwise. I also think that Trier created this ambiguity very carefully and deliberately, and not just because ambiguity and downer endings are often considered sophisticated. Structuring the movie that way emphasizes how this sort of addiction is a repeating cycle, almost a loop that someone gets stuck in. That the movie ends on a series of shots very close to those at the beginning suggests such a thing, but introducing what looked like inconsistencies so that that scene can be approached in both directions - well, that almost makes the whole movie into a moebius strip, with an almost science-fictional time loop that is going to take some extra effort to break out of.

Or, I'm looking so closely at it that I'm missing something really obvious that says I'm full of crap. Can't dismiss that as a possibility.

!SRELIOPS