Friday, December 13, 2013

Next Week in Tickets: Films playing Boston 13 December - 19 December 2013

Pretty much one big movie about a bunch of small people coming out this weekend, and I'm actually kind of looking forward to it, and some of the other things opening around it. But...

  • Well, anyway, that big movie is The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug, the middle part of a trilogy based upon a relatively short book. Still, the first wasn't bad at all and the second may benefit from having all the exposition out of the way. Be aware, though, that there are a lot of viewing options, and not all of them seem to be clearly labeled online, in particular whether a screening is at the usual 24 frames-per-second speed or the 48 fps "High Frame Rate". I tried that last year and found it looked unusual, but also made the fast-moving 3D action exceptionally clear. It's playing at the Capitol (2D/3D), Apple (2D/3D), Jordan's Furniture (IMAX 3D), Boston Common (2D/3D/HFR 3D/IMAX 3D), Fenway (2D/3D/RPX 3D/HFR 3D), the SuperLux (2D/HFR 3D), and the Landmark Embassy in Waltham (2D/HFR 3D). Ask about the projection (which I may not have correct) at the ticket counter if it's important.

    That's not entirely all that comes out today; Tyler Perry's latest, A Madea Christmas, has his sassy female alter ego tagging along with a friend who is surprising her daughter on the holidays, which should be interesting because said daughter is spending it with her boyfriend's family who are white country folk! This one is at Apple, Fenway, and Boston Common. If that's not your style of comedy, Anchorman 2: The Legend Continues, hits Wednesday, with Will Farrell and company traveling to New York at the start of the 1980s to work for a 24-hour news station. That will be at the Somerville Theatre, Apple, Boston Common, Fenway, and the SuperLux.
  • Tis the season for platform openings, which means that Kendall Square and Boston Common will be getting Saving Mr. Banks a week or two before other theaters. That features Tom Hanks as Walt Disney, trying to acquire the rights to adapt Mary Poppins from its very reluctant author (Emma Thompson). A nice cast around them, although I suspect the Walt Disney Company isn't the group that's going to tell the whole story.

    The Kendall also throws a curveball with the year's last scheduled one-week booking by playing The Last Days on Mars; it looks like a pretty straightforward sci-fi/horror flick, not the usual thing that they play.
  • Two movies that the new releases are bumping at the Kendall make their way to the smaller screening rooms at The Coolidge: Dallas Buyers Club, a pretty-good story of a man trying to go around the slow-moving FDA to find treatment for his AIDS with a pretty-great performance by Matthew McConaughey, and The Great Beauty, a sumptuous Italian film about a Roman playboy whose life takes a turn at 60. The new release is actually one of the Friday & Saturday midnight movies, Bettie Page Reveals All, a documentary built around an interview that the famous pin-up model gave near the end of her life. The other midnight is Team America: World Police, Trey Parker & Matt Stone's pretty darn hilarious marionette comedy.

    Sunday morning, the Goethe-Institut German film is Ludwig II, a biography of Bavaria's "Mad King Ludwig" starring Sabin Tambrea. Monday evening is a "Sounds of Silents" presentation of Harold Lloyd's Safety Last, with a newly-commissioned score from the Berklee Silent Film Orchestra, which should be fun - those students do pretty good work! There are also two screenings of Voices Across the Divide, a documentary and oral history project that looks at the conflict between Israel and Palestine via stories from the people living through it; director/narrator Alice Rothchild will be on hand for both the Tuesday and Thursday presentations.
  • The Brattle Theatre spends the week giving audiences The Complete Coens, on 35mm film unless otherwise indicated: Friday has a double feature of Millers Crossing (DCP) & The Man Who Wasn't There; Saturday pairs O Brother, Where Art Thou? & The Hudsucker Proxy; Sunday is for Westerns True Grit (DCP) & No Country for Old Men; Monday offers another free preview of Inside Llewyn Davis (DCP); Tuesday has comedies The Ladykillers & Intolerable Cruelty; Wednesday A Serious Man & Burn After Reading, and Thursday wraps things up with single showings of The Big Lebowski. They've also managed to fit a couple extra screenings of Kathleen Hanna documentary The Punk Singer in, at noon Sunday and 9:30pm Monday.
  • The Harvard Film Archive spends the weekend continuing The Bodies and Souls of Robert Rossen with 35mm screenings of Lilith (Friday 7pm), The Hustler (Friday 9pm), Island in the Sun (Saturday 7pm), The Undercover Man (Saturday 9:30pm), They Won't Forget (Sunday 5pm), and Out of the Fog (Sunday 7pm). Then on Monday, they wrap up Chris Marker:Guillaume-en-Égypte with one last collection of shorter works: "Junktopia", The Case of the Grinning Cat, and Remembrance of Things to Come.
  • The Museum of Fine Arts also continues a retrospective; this week's selections from The Films of François Truffaut are Fahrenheit 451 (Friday), Stolen Kisses (Friday & Saturday, preceded by "Antoine and Colette"), The Bride Wore Black (Friday & Saturday), Mississippi Mermaid (Saturday), The Wild Child (Wednesday & Thursday), The Story of Adele H. (Thursday), and Bed and Board (Thursday). Once again, Sunday afternoon and Wednesday afternoon/evening are used for Frederick Wiseman's documentary At Berkeley.
  • The ICA has a screening of "The British Arrows", a program of award-winning advertisements from across the pond, on Thursday evening; more screenings are planned for after Christmas.


My plans... Well, I'm about to head over to the Kendall for Last Days on Mars, but after that, I'm heading to Paris for vacation, so, well, who knows? Depending how worn out and jet-lagged I am after long days of touristing, there's a good chance I'll see something, because that city has an enormous amount of cinemas, and some of them are showing Snowpiercer. The funny thing is, I'm picking up my "Paris Pass" in the lobby of one of the biggest, which is playing The Hobbit in a truly massive 1200-seat auditorium... Dubbed in French. Maybe I'll be able to find a subtitled HFR screening there, or maybe I'll just wait until I get back home for that one.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

This Week In Tickets: 2 December 2013 - 8 December 2013

Not shown: The episode of The Blacklist that aired Monday was the first half of a pretty darn good Joe Carnahan action movie. Shame someone else handled the back end.

This Week in Tickets

Stubless: Watching the Korean Oldboy on Blu-ray (Monday the 2nd) and the Hindi rip-off Zinda on DVD (Saturday the 7th), both later in the evening than may be strictly advisable.

Truth be told, I was planning to do the Oldboy mega-review without Zinda, initially thinking that it was not available, as one of the things I'd read about it mentioned that the production company was out of business, leaving the Korean lawyers who would very much like to take legal action nobody to sue. That proved not to be the case, as there were two entries for the DVD on Amazon, one of which cost $3.30. At that price, I couldn't not include it although that was a brutal experience - my HD-DVD player (shut up, it upscales standard DVDs pretty well) nearly choked on it, there was a massive ad package of Eros Entertainment stuff before the movie (making native English speakers expect porn for 25 years!), and the picture was so blue-tinted through much of the film that I wasn't sure whether it was a mastering error or a really terrible choice by the director and cinematographer. It appears to be the latter, and how!

I should use the home theater more often, since it was a week where heading to the cinema was a little more trouble than it should have been. The Tuesday night Gathr screening of Night Train to Lisbon was bumped to 9pm rather than its usual 7:30pm start time, meaning I had to go halfway back to work to see it. For that, I kind of wish it was a little better than it wound up being.

Then, with a relative paucity of new releases over the weekend, and the big screens being given over to The Hobbit #2 of a 3-film limited series this coming Friday, I figured Saturday would be a good time to head to the furniture store to see The Hunger Games: Catching Fire, what with them having used the big IMAX cameras for some scenes. So, figuring that by the time the MBTA got me there, it might be sold out, I bought a ticket online. My route to Jordan's in Reading is the 91 from Central to Sullivan, the Orange Line to Medford (or Oak Grove), and then the 137 to the store. It would have been kind of close, but the Orange Line ran just slow enough that I missed the bus at both Medford and Oak Grove - the latter, actually seeing it pull away as I ran to the bus stop. I was kind of ticked, as you might imagine; aside from paying $13 for a movie I didn't see, this sort of thing happens enough on the way to work that seeing it happen on the weekend feels like my daily routine invading my day off.

So, I wound up turning around and seeing Out of the Furnace a little earlier in the day than I'd planned. It turned out to be a draggy bummer, though one at least filled with decent acting; I think the most interesting thing to come out of it is a number of stories about co-star Casey Affleck wanting to revitalize the Harvard Square Theatre. I wouldn't mind that at all, but apparently it will take a lot of work to get it up to code.

I wound up trying Catching Fire again Sunday AM, this time not buying a ticket online, and the same thing only almost happened. The big surprise wound up being how good the movie was; based on how I thought The Hunger Games was a disappointing take on Battle Royale, I didn't expect much, but it actually wound up being a solid improvement, with a lot of the heft that the first left.

After that? Spike Lee's Oldboy at Fenway, bringing the week's moviegoing full circle.

Out of the Furnace

* * (out of four)
Seen 7 December 2013 at AMC Boston Common #8 (first-run, 4K DCP)

How do you know that Christian Bale's character in Out of the Furnace is not just the movie's protagonist, but a good guy? He's always building stuff. Even when he goes to jail (only because he takes responsibility for an accident that doesn't necessarily seem to be his fault), he's welding, and as soon as he's out, he's sprucing up the family house. Then, back at work at the steel mill, building something else. This Russell Baze guy is constructive as heck, compared to Woody Harrelson's Harlan DeGroat, who opens the movie with unprovoked violence.

That's how simple and straightforward this movie is, even though it's packed full of serious actors playing their roles with grim intensity: It's a beautifully-shot pulp story set in a part of America that tends to be under-represented on film - the decaying industrial towns that are now even closer to the lawless fringes than they were a generation ago, even though neither has moved physically - but one which drains any potential exhilaration from that genre's stories. Instead, writer/director Scott Cooper fashions a machine that drives Russell to seek justice-slash-revenge for the brother who disappeared into those woods, making it clear the world has little else to offer him at every turn. The gears don't grind or squeal, just keeping a regular, dull rhythm.

It's unfair to call the movie pointless or boring, but I wonder if Cooper doesn't miss his own point with all that building: Russell, for all his work with a hammer and nail at home and commitment to a solid livelihood, is actually fairly irresponsible, with two or three separate cases of not looking before he leaps with potentially tragic consequences. Bale is playing him as a tragic hero per Cooper's direction, though, and as a result, something that could have been a story about a man learning true maturity rather than just doing the expected things is presented as a guy who is just getting crapped on by the world around him. Or there could have been some meaningful comparison between Russell, his brother Rodney (Casey Affleck), Police Chief Wesley Barnes (Forest Whitaker), or maybe even DeGroat. Instead, it's just a well-shot but not particularly interesting take on things we've seen more than a few times before.

The Hunger Games: Catching Fire

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 8 December 2013 in Jordan's Furniture Reading (first-run, digital Imax)

I would not be terribly surprised if, by the time this series finishes up, Catching Fire is easily the best of the Hunger Games movies. Maybe the final volume has something particularly brilliant that leaves this one in the dust, but I am not sure what sort of themes Mockingjay might have to become more than just playing the plot of this out to its conclusion in the same way that The Hunger Games winds up being the set-up.

A useful set-up, sure - it gets Katniss to where she needs to be for this one to work - but the first movie was pretty hollow when it was compared to Battle Royale, as many of us could not resist. It may have been set in a dystopian world, but it was young-adult wish-fulfillment; Katniss was brave, smart, skilled at something useful, had two hunky guys swooning over her, and because this is a twenty-first century story, instinctively media-savvy as well. When placed in a murder tournament, she managed to win without actually killing anyone in cold blood and able to save an ally's life to boot. She was exactly the sort of triumphant outcast the target audience wanted to be.

So when Catching Fire opens with her suffering a pretty nasty case of post-traumatic stress while also pointing out her limited ambitions, okay, that's interesting. It's something Jennifer Lawrence can work with. And it serves as a starting point for what winds up being a surprisingly meaty theme: Young people learning to embrace their inner activist. What's particularly impressive is the way that the movie handles the theme; it feels contemporary without being directly analogous to what's happening in the real world, and it neither excoriates adults nor portrays youth as spoiled and needing to embrace a previous generation's idealism. Katniss, Peeta, and company learn to hijack Panem's equivalent of social media and attack inequities with generosity and truth-telling rather than protests. It's a lot closer to Millennials' activism than Boomers'.

So that's surprisingly smart, and both Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson are pretty great at pushing it across. They've got a nicely upgraded cast - Sam Claflin, Jena Malone, Jeffrey Wright, Amanda Plummer, and Philip Seymour Hoffman join Woody Harrelson and Donald Sutherland, are a heck of a nice ensemble. You've got to feel kind of sorry for Elizabeth Banks, who is executing the shallow girl awakening to the worlds' injustices as well as one could hope for under a hundred pounds of make-up and costume, and maybe Liam Hemsworth, playing Katniss's true love and being given absolutely nothing to do for the second time in a row; it shouldn't be quite so easy to be on #TeamPeeta.

Aside from a tighter script that mixes its loftier themes in with the YA melodrama more ably, the production looks to be upgraded. Catching Fire never looks cheap the way The Hunger Games occasionally did, but the refurbishing is by and large carried out without calling attention to how small the first movie occasionally looked. It doesn't hurt that new director Francis Lawrence and cinematographer Jo Willems are much more willing to hold the camera still than Gary Ross & Tom Stern were last time, either. The use of large-format IMAX framing doesn't have quite the impact one might have hoped, though.

Catching Fire doesn't retroactively make The Hunger Games a better movie, but it has certainly left me more interested in the series that I was after last year's Battle Royale knock-off - in large part because this entry has some of the substance Battle Royale had that the first one lacked.

Night Train to LisbonOut of the FurnaceThe Hunger Games: Catching FireOldboy (2013)

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Gathr Previews: Night Train to Lisbon

Since the Regent isn't primarily a film venue - and even if it was, these screenings don't necessarily pack the house - December looks like it's wound up being full of conflicts. During the first week of the month, an event later in the week needed time to rehearse on the stage, but this week's offering from Gathr looked one with mainstream appeal. The best way to fit both in appeared to be running the movie at 9pm rather than the usual 7:30.

Pain in the neck for me, as I tend to hop off the 350 bus on the way home from work, but there was nothing to keep me at the office until 8pm. Plus, I kind of didn't carve out a time for supper, and attendance at these events is so low that they don't even bother opening the concession stand.

The movie itself ended up not really being bad, but not being what I'd hoped from the cast and description. Literally not what I'd hoped, in that I'd gotten the idea it was a thriller but that was a fairly small part of it. Apparently, it's made its way into some theaters this past weekend, and I'm mildly curious as to what the sales job has been there.

Night Train to Lisbon

* * ½ (out of four)
Seen 3 December 2013 at the Regent Theatre (Gathr Previews Presents, digital)

Sometimes, there are things that the written word can do that a film can't. In Night Train to Lisbon, Raimund Gregorius (Jeremy Irons) tells how certain sentences in the book at the film's center had a profound effect on him, but even with Irons's fine voice... Well, they're nice sentences, but they don't have the direct connection to our brain that they do for him. And then, as Raimund's search for the source of those words plays out, there's a sense that it, too, may have been more absorbing in print.

The book in question comes into Gregorius's possession when the professor at a Bern preparatory school prevents a young woman from jumping off a bridge. She soon disappears, but leaves her coat behind, in which he finds a small book and a train ticket to Lisbon. He impulsively takes the train, reading the book along the way, and by the time he reaches Portugal, is just as fascinated by Amadeu Almeida de Prado (Jack Huston), the man who wrote it during the revolution forty years ago, as he is by the young woman he started out following.

There are three things going on here with the potential to be interesting stories - the tale of how a privileged young man like Amadeu becomes involved with the revolution and a spy by the name of Estefânia (Mélanie Laurent) with a photographic memory who is involved with Jorge O'Kelly (August Diehl), his best friend from school; the mystery of who the girl whose life he saved is and why this book affected her even more than it did him; and how Gregorius searching for these answers may help him break out of his tweedy shell, especially with the aid of Mariana (Martina Gedeck), the optician who helps him in this quest in part because her uncle João (Tom Courtenay) was involved in the revolution. The trouble is that somewhere along the line, be it in Bille August's direction, the screenplay by Greg Latter & Ulrich Herrmann, or Pascal Mercier's original novel, the emphasis seems to shift between Bern and Lisbon. A great mystery is initially posed, with a nameless girl, a trail of clues to be followed, and the train of the title, which certainly sounds more exciting than a quick flight, because trains are romantic.

Full review at EFC.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Oldboy, Oldboy, Oldboy (and Zinda)

I do believe that the fairest way to review a movie is probably to let it stand on its own - if it's a remake or an adaptation, try to put those prior (or subsequent) versions out of your mind when watching the new one. Just judge how well it works as a film, with maybe a few comments giving context if you're a fan of the prior versions.

Or, alternately, given a new movie in theaters that is both an adaptation and a remake, I could binge on all three in short succession and talk about how four different teams told (roughly) the same story. In the case of Oldboy, that would be the original manga by Garon Tsuchiya & Nobuaki Minegishi, the South Korean film directed by Park Chan-wook, an unauthorized Hindi-language version directed by Sanjay Gupta (Zinda), and a new film directed by Spike Lee.

A lot of Oldboy

And, just for fun, I'll review them in the order of release, writing each up before watching the next, seeing how the story evolves. Admittedly, I've already seen the Park Chan-wook version, but it's been since the original American release.

Be aware: There will be discussion of the ends, clearly marked.

Oldboy (original manga)

* * * ½ (out of four)
Read 28-29 November 2013 in various places

Pretty much every week, I buy more comics than I can read; the individual issues with their ongoing storylines that cross over from title to title generally get finished, but manga, original graphic novels, and other works with a spine can accumulate. That's what happened with Oldboy; I purchased the eight volumes as Dark Horse put them out in 2006-2007 and they just piled up, ready for an excuse to binge-read.

That's not precisely a bad thing; it goes quickly enough and is enough of a good story, well-told that when I got to the end of one volume, I'd want the next right away, and I was glad I didn't have to wait two months for it. It reminded me of Naoki Urasawa's 20th Century Boys in that regard. Of course, part of the quickness of the read was that each 20-page chapter had a double-page spread and some material meant to catch the guy reading it in the original serialized form (it ran as a feature in Weekly Manga Action for 78 weeks).

The story itself is about a man, Shinichi Goto, who was locked up in a private prison for ten years. As expected, he wants to find out why anybody would do this to him - he had no enemies that he knew about- and with nothing to do but exercise and watch television, he's worked himself into a specimin who can take anything thrown at him. Which is fine with his mysterious nemesis, "Dojima", as long as it happens under his terms.

As one starts reading Oldboy, it does not seem particularly surprising that it would become a film; writer Garon Tsuchiya and artist Nobuaki Minegishi occasionally throw in sound effects that seem more at home in the movies than sequential art, and the flashback structure similarly seems cinematic, introduced with what feels like camera movement and a slight change in the shading rather than, say, caption boxes or a different style of panel border. Minegishi's art in general is fairly strong; he draws expressive faces that take advantage of being drawn rather than photographed just enough that things never feel stiff, and places the characters into a detailed world without things ever getting too busy. Sometimes things can get a little off-model - Goto's distinctive chin sometimes shrinks just a little too much from certain angles - but never to the point where it's confusing for more than a second. His art style is somewhat generic beyond a fondness for big noses, but he tells a story without being showy about it as well as anybody.

Tsuchiya knows the tricks of writing this sort of serialized story, mixing red herrings and cliffhangers that will be undone in the next chapter up with new elements that will genuinely change the direction of the story. And it is a good story, albeit one that suffers from some of the usual seinen manga excesses. Goto's tragedies have, as often seems to be the case, forged him into a hyper-competent paragon of masculinity; he is not only able to defeat the top Japanese pugilist based on having shadow-boxed while watching matches on television during his incarceration despite never fighting before (as he tells the reader during some enjoyably hard-boiled narration, the sport has grown disappointing during the past ten years), but he is able to to screw the information he needs out of a woman. Even before some of the loopier plot twists kick in, it's no surprise that within hours of his release, pretty young waitress Eri is practically dragging him back to his place to rid her of that annoying virginity.

And that's before the somewhat loopy machinations of the second half kick in!

SPOILERS!

To be fair, Tsuchiya introduces hypnosis to the story early, and I suppose that if one is going to use it as a plot device, there's no point in going halfway. In some ways, it seems like a bit of a cheat;making the whole duel between Goto and "Dojima" - by now revealed as elementary school classmate Takaaki Kakinuma - little more than a game solitaire for Kakinuma. It robs Goto, Eri, and former teacher Yukio Kusama of much of their agency, and what's the point of a story like this if the whole thing winds up being just a puppet show?

The idea that emerges, though, is that we are all puppets to a certain degree, pulled away from our truest, best selves by emotions and compulsions that we cannot control. Goto, we learn, feared losing control to darker impulses from an early age, while Kakinuma feared that acknowledging any potential for friendship would make him weak, and so set out to destroy the boy who had once been nice to him. His masterstroke, as he sees it, is to make Goto and Eri prisoners of their own minds, awaiting whatever post-hypnotic suggestion might be lurking underneath. They may think that they have beat him, but as the epilogue shows, they can never be sure if their happiness is real or just the set-up for a greater fall. It's a sort of fatalism that many will feel without the need for it to be deliberately implanted.

!SRELIOPS

Put it together, and what do you have? A thriller with a neat hook, fine execution, and a finale that embraces the concept's absurdity to leave the reader with an interesting philosophical question to ponder. It's not surprising that someone saw a movie in it.

Oldboy (2003)

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 2 December 2013 in Jay's Living Room (binging, Blu-ray)

I reviewed this one for eFilmCritic back when it first hit the US, and even though I have (hopefully) become a better writer and more perceptive critic since then, I do agree with the basics of what I wrote there, so I'll just let the link stand and add some more.

One interesting thing I found watching it anew was that, apparently, some of the translation had changed between the theatrical release and the Blu-ray included in Tartan Palisades's "Vengence Trilogy" box set. Most curiously, protagonist Oh Dae-su (Choi Min-sik) now says that his name means "taking things a day at a time" rather than "easy to to get along with". I can certainly see how one thing can be an idiom for both, but it's a very pointed change; instead of being an ironic comment on what a jerk Dae-su is at the start, it foreshadows what it will take to survive in his cell, and, maybe, on the outside (although, interestingly, both of those meanings might better refer to Shinichi Goto more than Oh Dae-su).

Another thing I was struck by while watching it was that while I tend to file Park Chan-wook away as a guy who makes stylish thrillers, springing clever twists on the audience amid excellent craft, he actually makes crazy movies. Oldboy is frantic from scene one, and some of the imagery that pops up on screen (like the ants - how could I forget the ants?) is actually over-the-top bizarre. Park certainly pays major attention to detail - I suspect every detail down to things like the choice of wallpaper in a given room is as meticulously chosen here as in his latest film (obsessively-polished English-language debut Stoker), there's the constant feeling that this thing could go off the rails into bug-nuts territory at any moment.

That's a big change from Oldboy the manga; while artist Nobuaki Minegishi mostly distinguished himself as a detailed draftsman and clear storyteller, the ordinary detail he presented is in stark contrast to the luridstyle and unusual angles Park and his collaborators go in for. Similarly, where writer Garon Tsuchiya emphasized the male-fantasy nature of Goto's methodical search for his enemy - and said enemy's rather formal opposition - Park and his co-writers plunge Oh Dae-su into madness and chaos straight away.

They also streamline the story quite a bit; without the demands of serial publication, the movie can tell the story without having little cliffhangers and false starts, and an important character introduced midway through the manga is entirely absent here. Park also makes the reason Dae-su was imprisoned much more grounded compared to the relative abstraction Tsuchiya went with, and the full scope of the revenge visited on him much more horrible. As the movie reaches the end, the audience is much more likely to react to the last-act revelations in a visceral way.

SPOILERS!

The character of Lee Soo-ah (Yoon Jin-seo) is entirely new, as is the whole plot of her sleeping with Oh Dae-su as a teenager, having a hysterical pregnancy as a result, and then being the subject of rumors that she and brother Woo-jin were having an incestuous affair before committing suicide, eventually leading to Woo-jin having Dae-su imprisoned while he carried out his plan of fixing Dae-su and his own daughter up. It's a brilliant story, shockingly emotional and horrifying on a gut level compared to the intellectual and philosophical motive in the manga. One can almost imaging Park coming up with this part of the plan and stumbling upon the Oldboy manga when trying to figure out how to make it work, and then grafting the two ideas together.

It does lead to Park pouring a lot into the last few scenes. Just as the audience has time to admire the scope and cruelty of Woo-jin's plan, Park is moving on to the next thing, having Choi Min-sik chew a great deal of scenery as Oh Dae-su promised to be Woo-jin's dog and does everything he can to convince him not to tell his daughter/lover Mido what has happened, climaxing in his cutting off his own tongue, the means by which this foul gossip was spread. It's arguably all a bit much, and depending on the mood I'm in when I consider it, those scenes are either two plots trying to upstage each other or Park realizing that they must be equally over-the-top for the incest to not overpower the rumor-mongering that caused it. Once he's committed to this story, there's no way to go but excess.

It's the last scene, though, that really seals what an incredible inversion of the original manga this story is. For all the darkness in Tsuchiya's story, it is a fundamentally heroic tale: Goto works to be a good an honorable person in the face of the darkness he finds within himself. He ultimately triumphs, and while there is still the threat of evil rising up to harm him even after he has defeated his enemy, he and Eri attempt to live a good life in spite of that fear.

At the end of the film, though, is as cynical as it can get. What initially appears to be Dae-su's attempt to erase his sin - having the hypnotist remove the memory of having slept with his daughter - merely frees him to be able to repeat it without guilt. It's interesting that the hypnotist purges the memory by having Dae-su imagine "the monster" walking away, as it is arguably the person left behind who is the actual monster, for he is the one that will continue the forbidden relationship, and has made the arrangements to make it possible. Dae-su was never the good man Shinichi Goto was, but you can argue that this is the lowest, co-opting the very idea of innocence so that he can have that which he is ashamed to want. Where Shinichi Goto lives honorably and has nightmares, Oh Dae-su does wrong and sleeps well.

!SRELIOPS

Zinda

* ½ (out of four)
Seen 7 December 2013 in Jay's Living Room (binging, DVD)

Zinda is an unauthorized Hindi-language remake that follows the first Oldboy film pretty darn closely, though inevitably without the surges of inspiration that Park Chan-wook brought to the story, so that even when writer/director Sanjay Gupta does the same thing, it's obviously but a pale copy. Apparently, you can't sue over this in India, which is a shame, because this sort of rip-off appears to be Gupta's bread and butter.

Part of this movie's reason for existing is to water the story down; Indian audiences probably would not have gone for some of the nastier bits of Park's screenplay. Heck, early on, it looks like Gupta is going to transform Zinda into an utterly conventional revenge story, although he does eventually push things into twisted territory. That beginning is rough sledding in a lot of ways, as the interplay among Sanjay Dutt (the "Oh Dae-su/Goto" role of Bala Roy), Celina Jaitly (his wife Nisha), and Mahesh Manjrekar (Bala's weirdly-open-about-his-attraction-to-Nisha friend Joy Fernandes) is stilted and awkward. Things start looking up when Gupta and company decide that they will make use of the story's mean streak, especially once John Abraham pops up and brings unabashed nastiness to the part of the villain. Gupta also has no trouble with violence, adding power drills and katanas to the hammers and fisticuffs already in place.

The most obvious problem, though, is that while Gupta may be okay with throwing as much blood as the Indian censors will allow on screen, he's really got no style. He tries to replicate the "Oh Dae-su, with a hammer, against a veritable army in a corridor" fight, and it's terrible, static camerawork of a fight where each thug fights Bala in sequence for no good reason, with an obvious blooper that shows how fake the props are left in. It's also as blue-filtered as the rest of the movie, and make no mistake - you will not see a bluer movie that this; from at least the moment when Bala is imprisoned to the end, the only time the filter comes off is for a love scene, which makes me wonder if cinematographer Sanjay F. Gupta (apparently a different guy) was too conservative to shoot that. It's downright distracting, making the movie more obviously the work of someone who wants to be seen as edgy and different rather than a legitimate boundary-pusher like Park.

For all that Zinda is hackishly put together, though, its worst sin is probably being forgettable. It's Oldboy without the artistry or the truly shocking moments, and forced to fit a Bollywood format that it is ill-suited for (there might not be actual musical numbers,but there are some annoying prominent full songs on the soundtrack). To be fair, those who haven't seen the original - much less done so that week - can get a charge out of the concept and some of the bloody violence, but it can't help but feel watered down.

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How watered down? Well, hypnosis and incest are both off the table. Abraham's Rohit Chopra certainly reveals a twisted endgame - a plan to sell Bala's daughter into sexual slavery at the same age at which Bala's lies about Rohit's sister Reema gave her a shameful reputation - but the full horror of the prior versions of Oldboy came not just from what the villain does at the end, but how thoroughly controlling a monster he is. Here, Lara Dutta's Eri/Mido stand-in, cab driver Jenny Singh, is just someone Bala meets on release and a convenient hostage for Rohit, there's no manipulation that not only leads to the gut-punch that ends both previous versions, but underscores the claim Rohit explicitly makes early in this one, that he has not been released, but transferred, and his life is still being controlled by his jailer.

Plus, the movie wimps out at the end. Where the manga had an ultimate victory for the villain always lurking in the shadows in the epilogue, and the Korean film had him relent only after Oh Dae-su had abased himself horrifically, this one just has false defeats followed by "what, you didn't think we were really going to have the kid raped, did you?" Where the previous versions had the villains off themselves because they had done their worst and what they had done would linger this one just has him fall off a building in a standard case of not being willing to allow the hero to save his life, only to be revealed as not having the viciousness to do the truly monstrous thing he'd planned.

I don't say this as a "darker == better" type; I want Bala to rescue his daughter, to prove that his love for this little girl he's never met is even stronger than the hate and anger that had propelled him through the rest of the movie. But this finale isn't an earned rescue or a piece of what's come before. It's backing away from the abyss entirely because the filmmaker is timid, and that's not exciting at all.

!SRELIOPS

As an aside: It's kind of hilarious to hear Rohit boasting that what he's planning will be seen by everyone on internet, mobiles, and DVDs, if only because it so closely paralleled the huge sales pitch Eros Entertainment put on the front of the not-exactly-great DVD I spent $3.30 on at Amazon. Aside from how much I wonder how often Eros gets people coming to their site looking for some other sort of entertainment entirely (or how often Bollywood fans accidentally find something spicier than masala), it's a weird sales pitch for the company and its routes for delivering "content", rather than the actual music/songs/TV itself.

Oldboy (2013, USA)

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 8 December 2013 in Regal Fenway 31 (first-run, DCP)

My full review for this one is at eFilmCritic; and that closing paragraph about Spike Lee having a director's cut fills me with some trepidation - I don't necessarily want to update this thing in a few months because there's a fifth version of this story hanging around. That's doubly true since it seems like there's not much that needs to be added - more of Joe being a dick is unnecessary, and nobody else has a background that really needs fleshing out (or which could be fleshed out without giving too much away). There are a couple of plot bits that seem jumped over too quickly - Joe, Marie, and Chucky seem to be looking at Adrian Pryce before they've realized they should be looking at Adrian Pryce, for one; I spent some time wondering if Joe's ex-wife was the "Donna" mentioned in the high-school flashbacks, as her name is mentioned later there's nothing to connect her to the client's wife Joe makes a stupid pass at in 1993 - but supposedly what's been cut is character-building material.

The credits are a bit odd, too - Mark Protosevich is the sole credited writer in the opening titles, just after "Based Upon the Korean Motion Picture Oldboy". First, is it the usual practice to just credit that by name, as opposed to including the original writers/director? Second, there's no mention of the original manga written by Garon Tsuchiya and drawn by Nobuaki Minegishi. Both groups may be mentioned somewhere in the end credits, but that seems rather unfair beyond just giving human beings credit: While Lee & Protosevich have clearly used the 2003 film as their primary source, they do reach back to the original manga for certain elements: Joe sleeps in the back of Chucky's bar much like Goto did, there's an important part for a former teacher, and while previous adaptations only preserved the villain's former security-forces bodyguard as opposed to the pretty secretary, this one combines the two characters.

In some ways, I kind of wish the filmmakers had drawn more deeply on the source material; for instance, there's no particular reason for the four-day deadline, especially since it requires some unworldly puppet-mastery without the hypnosis used to speed things along in the Japanese and Korean versions. The counter-argument is that the longer Joe has, the less predictable what the players do is, but ...

SPOILERS!

... Joe and Marie having sex really never seems inevitable here, especially in the time frame given. This may be a result of having seen the Korean version within the week, knowing what's going to happen, and as a result paying more attention to the way Lee, Protosevich, and company set it up than the events as they unfold.

I'm also not hugely fond of Adrian literally going out of his way to kill Chucky in this one. In the Korean and Indian versions, the equivalent character is there to be enraged, and it's still a decision I don't love - the equivalent sequence in the manga has Goto's friend survive because for as much as Dojima is a monster, he's a planner who gets his revenge over time; that he used someone as stage dressing shows how diabolical he is. Granted, the movies feature a villain with powerful, lingering anger, and given the set-up it would make sense if killing Chucky were always a part of his plan. There's no indication that it was, although this is a more impulsive character. Donna is noted as dead as well, although with no evidence to suggest Adrian is responsible.

I do admit that I rather like the ending Protosevich gave this movie. As mentioned above, Oh Dae-su turns himself into an innocent monster in order to stay with Mido, and it's a twist that seems to exist for the purpose of their being a twist, ensuring that he's the same sort of oblivious, selfish man he was when the whole thing started. By choosing to return to his prison, Joe Doucett has developed the ability to feel guilt, choosing willingly to be punished for an offense he committed without knowing it, though I'm guessing this presumed life sentence has little to do with all the aggravated assaults and murders. It retroactively makes the opening scenes of him as a kind of boring creep better: He's gone from a man with no moral compass to having one that, while unconventional, certainly exerts power over him.

!SRELIOPS


Ranking the various versions, the Korean film goes on top and Zinda at the bottom, with the manga much closer to Park's film than the American remake is to the Indian. It's interesting to note just how transformative the Korean version is; both later versions have mostly followed its lead, although there is good material in the manga that is necessarily disposed of. For example, the later versions have no way to use the sweet sequence where Goto meets his former fiancée, and while all versions are about obsession, the theme of being a prisoner of one's own mind fades as one gets further from the source.

What really stood out to me is how, when seen in such quick succession, the various Oldboys point out the trade-offs in adaptation. When adapting the manga in 2003, Park Chan-wook had to make structural changes - things that worked as a graphic serial wouldn't have worked in a film - but he also injected a new idea that made the story more than its gimmick and the finale more visceral versus philosophical. Gupta's and Lee's adaptations, in contrast, were both about making things safer. Sure, Lee put some wacky stuff of his own in there, but the aggregate was about making thins easier for the audience to handle, even if not to the extent that this was the case for Gupta. This progression is a fine example of how the great adaptations, whether from one medium to another or between languages or eras, build on the best parts of what was there before, while the disappointing ones file things down.

Saturday, December 07, 2013

This Week In Tickets: 25 November 2013 - 1 December 2013

Busy week, and I really didn't even get to everything I wanted.

This Week in Tickets

For instance, I had ideas about getting to Boston Common in time to catch something in the 7pm slot before the great big Doctor Who: Day of the Doctor 50th Anniversary Special at 10pm (for which I had purchased my ticket weeks ago, lucky that they decided to put late shows on after the 7:30pm ones sold out in a matter of hours). Didn't happen; work kept me late and it would have been a tight squeeze. Still, I'm tremendously glad I went to this. Yes, it was paying $18 for something I had sitting on my DVR from two days earlier, but it looked great on the big screen even beyond the 3D actually being quite good, and it was fantastic to see it in a theater filled with fellow enthusiasts. Not necessarily a lot of other "loved it since Tom Baker & Peter Davison" fans - fezzes outnumbered scarves by a healthy margin - but, hey, it was late. Although, man, where were all the cute girls who loved Doctor Who when I was fifteen?

That was a lot of fun; Tuesday's Gathr preview of Cold Turkey really wasn't. It's the sort of drama about a dysfunctional family where one wonders if there is any affection along any axis at all, and the details are not interesting enough for good drama (or funny enough for good black comedy). There was also a little bit of bait and switch there, as some of the advertising said "from Academy Award Winner Peter Bogdanovich", but he was just there as an actor, not writing or directing.

Real-life Thanksgiving caused the rest of the relatively unusual schedule: We were told to work from home on Wednesday because of a great big incoming storm, but between it being less of a big deal than reported and the usual email to knock off a couple hours early with the holiday coming up, I was able to catch the matinees of The Blue Dahlia & The Glass Key and still have time to get to the comic shop and knock off early for the earlier-than-necessary bus to Maine. I always forget that Dad's wife Barbara's family tends to arrive and eat late, so with my brothers all scattered to have Thanksgiving with their wives' folks, I could have gotten that extra couple hours of sleep.

Friday morning was actually spent on laundry, noteworthy because the washing machine in my basement up and died a couple weeks ago, and the landlord is still sort of plotting just how to get a new one into my basement (nobody seems to know how the one that's there was installed, even though the house is too old to have been built around it). So drag clothes a mile, wash (and sit around waiting), drag them back even though they're sodden and heavy because there's nothing wrong with my dryer. Still, I was able to get to Homefront - a Jason Statham action movie solidly in the "better than it could be but still kind of just average" range - and then hit Frozen at the same theater soon after. That one was pretty great, as was the short playing before it, Get a Horse!.

Saturday was another split, with It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World at the Brattle followed by Black Nativity downtown. The former is a sort of quiet classic, while the latter didn't quite do it for me, though I might have enjoyed it more without a couple of twerps making me have to really concentrate on the movie rather than just watch it.

Sunday was meant to be another two-movie day, but after Raiders of the Lost Ark at the Brattle, I went back home, had a bit of a completely-unrelated headache, and just didn't feel like going out. It got kind of rainy, too, if I remember correctly.

Worrisome: No Christmas shopping was done amid all this, and I have a ton of brothers and nieces. I tell myself that I'll do it all on vacation and then fill in blanks later, but that didn't exactly work out well in London last year.

Doctor Who: Day of the Doctor

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 25 November 2013 at AMC Boston Common #16 (Fathom Events, DCP)

Given how many of us showed up for this - Boston sold out six screenings that night, and the total box office take on relatively few screens nationwide was second to only Catching Fire - I've got to think the BBC will be doing this again. Maybe not in 3D, but why not make next year's Christmas Special or the rumored Dalek two-parter directed by Kevin Wheatley a cinema event? It would have my money, especially if it's as good as this one.

Not that Day of the Doctor is necessarily perfect; as it introduces the three separate strands being followed by three incarnations of the title character (John Hurt, David Tennant, and Matt Smith), it feels like it's trying too hard to give them equal time. What's going on with Smith and Jenna Coleman's Clara is current, what's going on with Hurt and Billie Piper's not-actually-Rose is obviously important, but what's happening with Tennant and Joanna Page's Elizabeth I really seems like filler, even as it does flow into the rest of the story. It's also, inevitably, fairly heavy on the recent history of the show despite being meant to celebrate a half-century.

But when it works, it does, and it's pretty clever about it. There's plenty of fun and humor in how Tennant and Smith play off each other, and John Hurt does a great job of making "missing" version of the character still unmistakably The Doctor, even if he is different enough that we can fully understand why the ensuing "regenerations" have tried to forget ever being him (The Doctor, for the uninitiated, appears human but is actually a time-traveling alien who can, when overtaken by age or injury, regenerate his body into a new form, which also changes his personality a bit). Writer Steven Moffatt uses this as an interesting way to comment on the difference between the show's current incarnation and the original run, and then uses the climax to quite possibly roll those changes back, hinting that the next few years could be old-school.

Plus, it's a big, fun adventure. Not for newbies, perhaps, but once one knows the concept, the story unfolds in clever (and surprisingly fair) ways. It's never overly solemn but often very funny, and the BBC spent a bit of money on it, making a movie that plays much bigger than the TV show without feeling unlike it. Director Nick Hurrian and d.p. Neville Kidd also do a very nice job of shooting in 3D; it's probably one of the best-looking 3D movies to come out this year, integrating it into the story without it seeming particularly gimmicky.

And, hey, any show that gets the audience to go absolutely nuts twice (at "All Thirteen!" and "The Curator") is certainly doing something right!

"Get a Horse!"

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 29 November 2013 in Regal Fenway #3 (first-run, RealD DCP)

I could have sworn I'd read something about "Get a Horse" in one of the Fantagraphics collections of the Floyd Gottfredson Mickey Mouse comic strips, but a quick flip through them doesn't turn anything up. Still, those collections are a big part of why I had a good time - although I suspect the likes of Horace Horsecollar, Clarabelle Cow, and the like have shown up in Epic Mickey or other games, but the throwback characters making an appearance - and then jumping into the three-dimensional world as rips appear in the movie screen - was part of the fun.

Of course, the big fun is the way director Lauren MacMullen and company use the the third dimension to set up a non-stop stream of slapstick. But the three-dimensional stuff is also where the short hits a snag: The black-and-white, two-dimensional, traditionally animated footage looks so much better than the CGI animation; it feels unlimited and unbounded, while the three-dimensional versions of the characters seem to be using Nintendo-quality models. It's not quite as stiff as the digital Mickey that appeared as part of the Oscar broadcast a few years back, but still, when the screen gets completely torn away to reveal the fully three-dimensional, CGI world behind it... Well, if you read the whole thing as a sort of metaphor for the transition from traditional cel-based animation to digital, it doesn't exactly feel like progress, especially on the heels of Laika's The Boxtrolls trailer.

Frozen

* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 29 November 2013 in Regal Fenway #3 (first-run, RealD DCP)

It's strange - Disney has been making princess-themed stories for young girls for about seventy-five years, and this is the first one that really seems to focus on sisterhood as a theme. I don't know if my brother and sister-in-law are still trying to avoid Disney Princess stuff for their girls, but even if they are, this is one I could see them being deemed okay. Sure, it doesn't pass the "no missing parents" test (though it looked like they were on the right track early), but it hits a lot of the right notes otherwise.

First off, it's a great, fun little movie; directors Jennifer Lee & Chris Buck do a great job of introducing the audience to princesses Elsa & Anna right off, and they sell us on Anna quickly: There's tragedy and hurt in her background, but she's still incredibly optimistic. Kristen Bell does great voice-acting work there, and throughout, making Anna a scatterbrained but charmingly determined girl. She plays off the rest of the characters well, whether it be Santino Fontana as the handsome prince, Jonathan Groff as the affable ice merchant she meets searching for her sister, Idina Menzel as Elsa herself, and Josh Gad as Olaf, the snowman who accidentally came to life when Elsa froze the kingdom.

What's great, though, is how the relation between Anna and Elsa forms the core of the movie. I bet there's a draft of the screenplay where Elsa's big song, "Let It Go", is the villain number, and even in the movie as it is, it threatens to go there, because don't most villains start out confused, fearful, and just feeling better not living by the rules and restrictions others have set for her? And that would be the easy way to go, but the filmmakers have a twist or two more in store, including a subversion of the usual Disney ending to a fairy tale story that made me want to stand up and cheer for their commitment to staying on the right message; I can't imagine how women and folks trying to raise independent girls will take it.

And even if that stuff doesn't register - the movie is downright gorgeous and funny from moment one, in the same style as Tangled. The animation is as flawless as you'd expect from Disney, and I daresay they're approaching DreamWorks territory in taking the mandate to make films in 3D and using it well. Characters like Olaf who could be annoying are endearing, and while it's not quite perfectly paced, it's never far from something really funny, beautiful, or endearing happening. I'm not sure it's quite my favorite of Disney's new wave - Tangled and Wreck-It Ralph were movies I absolutely loved - but then, I'm a 40-year-old male with no kids. The audience that it's made for, my two-to-seven-year-old nieces, will eat it up, and it's quite likely that they can do so without their parents worrying about the message sent so much.

(Says, again, the 40-year-old guy with no kids, whose thoughts on what's good for young girls are, at the best, speculative.)

Day of the DoctorCold TurkeyThe Blue Dahlia & The Glass KeyHomefrontFrozenIt's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad WorldBlack NativityRaiders of the Lost Ark

Friday, December 06, 2013

Next Week in Tickets: Films playing Boston 6 December - 12 December 2013

Tons of movies out last week. Very, very few this week. Hey, they look like fine films, but it's kind of a good thing there were things I didn't get to last week.

  • The one thing opening at the multiplexes is Out of the Furnace, which features Christian Bale as a steelworker who goes into the local backwoods to seek his veteran brother, who was lured into some sort of fight club. Written and directed by Scott Cooper, and looking like a nastier piece of work than Crazy Heart. It's at Boston Common, Fenway, and Apple.

    Boston Common also has a special presentation of Silent Night, Deadly Night on Wednesday the 11th, so if you want to celebrate Christmas with a serial-killing Santa, there you go.
  • Kendall Square has just one thing opening this week, a re-issue of Chris Marker's documentary Le Joli Mai, a collaboration with cinematographer Pierre Lhomme that captures a moment in Paris during 1962.
  • The Brattle Theatre also has a documentary opening. The Punk Singer tells the story of Kathleen Hanna, the reluctantly outspoken lead singer of Bikini Kill who stopped performing without any warning in 2005. It plays throughout the day Friday to Sunday, and single screenings at 9:30pm from Monday to Thursday. Check times over the weekend, though, as Madoka Magia The Movie: Rebellion, the third theatrical outing of a highly popular "magical girl" anime series, plays at various times those three days.

    Monday, the Brattle starts their The Complete Coens series with Blood Simple in 35mm, and it continues with Raising Arizona on Tuesday, Fargo on Wednesday (35mm), and Barton Fink on Thursday (35mm). The series will continue through the 19th.
  • Having turned a large chunk of their screens over last week, this week the Coolidge just has Is the Man Who Is Tall Happy? opening in the tiny GoldScreen room. It's an odd one, a documentary on MIT professor Noam Chomsky which appears to take the rare tack of focusing on his work as a linguist as much as his strong political opinions, if not more so. Michel Gondry directs, and presents it as a combination of interviews and animation. Chomsky himself will be present for the 7pm show on Tuesday (which will play on the main screen rather than the GoldScreen).

    There are also special presentations almost every day. The main midnight this weekend is Gremlins, with Joe Dante's twisted Christmastime horror playing on the big screen in 35mm on Friday & Saturday night. If that's not your thing, the monthly screening of The Room is Friday. There are also two early previews on Sunday - A Patriotic Man is the Talk Cinema selection, telling the tale of a Finn whose blood, transfused into a skier, can boost their performance; Diamond on Vinyl is one of those things that may be a love story or may be a psychological thriller based on the description, and runs in the screening room with director J.R. Hughto on had for questions afterward. Monday's Science On Screen presentation is a 35mm print of Who Framed Roger Rabbit with a lecture on cartoon physics from Harvard University Physics Chair Melissa Franklin, which sounds awesome. Tuesday has the monthly Open Screen in addition to the Chomsky visit, while Wednesday is this month's New York Film Critics series entry, American Hustle, which will be followed by a live-broadcast Q&A.
  • iMovieCafe/Apple Theaters picks up R... Rajkumar, with Shahid Kapoor as the title character, a low level tough who falls for a beautiful woman who has also caught the eye of Rajkumar's boss. From the trailers that have been playing in front of other Bollywood movies, it looks absolutely bonkers. Sonakshi Sinha plays the lady, and she's keeping busy; she also stars in last week's Bullet Raja, which is sticking around for one show a day.
  • The Regent Theatre has a number of live events this week, but also plenty of movie programming. Sunday afternoon, they're running a couple hours of classic cartoons; drop in if you're going to Arlington's First Lights Festival. The Gathr Preview Series screening is Pretty Old, a documentary on the Miss Senior Sweetheart beauty pageant, whose contestants range in age from 67 to 84. There will also be a screening of AKA Doc Pomus on Thursday with director Peter Miller on-hand for a Q&A; it's a documentary on a famous rhythm & blues singer/songwriter who, based on work, most would be surprised to learn was a Brooklyn Jew paralyzed by childhood polio.
  • The Harvard Film Archive has more of The Bodies and Souls of Robert Rossen this weekend, with 35mm screenings of All the King's Men (Friday 7pm, with an introduction by Tony Saich of the Ash Center for Democratic Governance and Innovation), The Sea Wolf (Friday 9:30pm), and Mambo (Thursday 7pm, in Italian without subtitles).

    The rest of the program for the week is from their Chris Marker:Guillaume-en-Égypte program. Saturday has separate screenings of Sans Soleil (16mm) at 7pm and The Last Bolshevik (video) at 9pm; Sunday has a set of four short films on video at 4:30pm and a double feature of short features on filmmakers: "One Day in the Life of Andrei Arsenevitch" is about Andrei Tarkovsky, while A.K. follows Akira Kurosawa during the filming of Ran.
  • The Museum of Fine Arts dives into The Films of François Truffaut, including The 400 Blows preceded by short film "The Brats" (Friday), Shoot the Piano Player (Friday), Jules and Jim (Saturday and Thursday), The Soft Skin (Sunday and Thursday), and Fahrenheit 451 (Thursday). In between are two screenings of of Frederick Wiseman's gigantic At Berkeley documentary, Sunday afternoon and Wednesday afternoon/evening.


So, not a lot, but still plenty. Under other circumstances, I'd be trying to live at the Brattle for the Coens, but since I'm actually heading out of town for vacation next weekend, so I've got some stuff to catch up on before I leave, like finishing the Oldboy project and catching the likes of Philomena, Nebraska, and Hunger Games 2 (I'd kind of like to see it on the giant furniture store screen). Gremlins, Roger Rabbit, Pretty Old and maybe The Punk Singer and R... Rajkumar are also planned, but that all seems impossible.

Thursday, December 05, 2013

The Brattle's Centennial Celebrations: The Blue Dahlia; The Glass Key; It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World; and Raiders of the Lost Ark

I would have seen one or two more, but White Christmas didn't draw me in for the Danny Kaye double feature quite the way The Court Jester would have. Although, maybe I'm mis-remembering, but hasn't the Brattle had to cancel The Court Jester before because it couldn't get a print (or, now, a DCP)? Maybe I just missed it last time, but if not... C'mon, Paramount, what's wrong with you?

Kaye probably deserved a series of his own, but the others included in the tribute - Blue Dahlia & Glass Key star Alan Ladd, Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World director Stanley Kramer, and Raiders cinematographer Douglas Slocombe - could probably say that too. At the very least, we got to see some pretty nice copies of some good movies. The Ladd ones were on crisp black-and-white 35mm, It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World was a good DCP, and I think Raiders was 35mm - it was advertised as such about half the time, but I never saw any of the telltale signs, like reel changes and the like.

My preferred theory for that is that the guys at the Brattle have show Raiders enough times that they don't actually need any prompting for when to do the changeovers. And, hey, they didn't correct Nick Frost when he tweeted that he'd just seen the movie in 35mm at the Brattle, apparently at the same show I went to.

The Blue Dahlia

* * * ¼ (out of four)
Seen 27 November 2013 at the Brattle Theatre (Centennial Celebrations, 35mm)

There are a lot of names that can lead a person to check out The Blue Dahlia: while it was recently screened at the Brattle as part of a tribute to Alan Ladd, it's also a highlight for Veronica Lake and character actor William Bendix. Oh, and it's written by Raymond Chandler. That may not quite be a dream team, but director George Marshall certainly gets an enjoyable film noir out of it.

Johnny Morrison (Ladd), Buzz Wanchek (Bendix), and George Copeland (Hugh Beaumont) are returning home to Los Angeles from the war in the Pacific, honorably discharged; while George and the addled Buzz are looking for an apartment, Johnny aims to reunite with his wife Helen (Doris Dowling). Maybe he shouldn't have surprised her; he finds a party in full swing, with the guests including apparent lover Eddie Harwood (Howard Da Silva). He stomps out and starts hitchhiking to nowhere, coincidentally picked up by Eddie's spurned wife Joyce (Lake). The stink Johnny kicked up on the way out looks awful bad when Helen is found dead the next morning.

Writer Raymond Chandler is best known for his Philip Marlowe stories, most famously adapted to film with Humphrey Bogart playing the detective in The Big Sleep. That story is famously convoluted, and Chandler's plot for this movie is similar to it and his other novels, with sudden zigzags somehow adding up to a mystery story that may not quite be the fair-play puzzle of an Agatha Christie, but which reaches an end all the more satisfying because we like the put-upon hero. Johnny Morrison isn't really the Marlowe type, which is sort of a pity - there are few greater joys than reading the words Chandler puts in Marlowe's mouth - but there's honor to him, and even if the patter isn't as snappy as in Chandler's most famous works, there are still some great exchanges between the characters, Johnny and Joyce especially.

Ladd & Lake do their best work in some of their first scenes together, pondering the idea of becoming different people and unknowingly finding kindred spirits. They're a good-looking pair, well-able to get across the fact that, while Helen and Eddie have hurt them, some part of each recognized that their marriages were built on sand. Lake plays the cool one, while Ladd has a bit more fire to him, even when focused on finding his wife's killer.

They're good, but the supporting cast is what really makes the movie sing. Howard Da Silva's Eddie is in with gangsters, and we know that from his second scene, but he's surprisingly charming in a way that's not false or seemingly purposeful from his first. There's a similar charm to Will Wright as "Dad" Newell, a blackmailing hotel detective who is the sort of fun "extra" character that makes Chandler's convolutions worth it. William Bendix is the opposite as Buzz, abrasive and hostile from the word go (and he probably wouldn't refer to jazz as "monkey music" if the script were shot today), but the steel in his skull has left the character permanently confused, and Bendix does a fantastic job of bringing the horror of that situation forth.

It all comes together under the sure hands of George Marshall. He was a journeyman as opposed to a master, the kind of director who doesn't mess anything up but maybe doesn't quite push it into the canon of essential noir. Even without that distinction, the film still has a half-dozen things going for it, and most movies should be so fortunate.

(Formerly at EFC)

The Glass Key

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 27 November 2013 at the Brattle Theatre (Centennial Celebrations, 35mm)

The Glass Key is the sort of murder mystery where the fact that a man is dead comes across as an inconvenience and romantic attraction is often asserted as much as felt. On the other hand, it's also a movie with as much stuff happening as you can fit into 85 minutes without it feeling like too much, and never being dull counts for a lot.

We open with Paul Madvig (Brian Donlevy), who runs the political machine in a medium-sized New Jersey city and is expected to play kingmaker in the upcoming gubernatorial election. Surprisingly, he throws his support behind Ralph Henry (Moroni Olsen), a reform candidate - mostly because his daughter Janet (Veronica Lake) turned his head. While Madvig makes nice with the beautiful people, his right hand man Ed Beaumont (Alan Ladd) deals with the less savory elements, like the gambling debts of Janet's brother Taylor (Richard Denning), whom Opal "Snip" Madvig (Bonita Granville), Paul's sister, has more than a bit of a thing for. When the dead body turns up, Madvig's old and new enemies are looking to pin it on him, and Ed's efforts to get him off the hook aren't helped by how little his boss seems to be bothered by the turn of events.

Madvig has a lot of enemies, to the point where it's difficult to keep track of them - there's a businessman who likely expected Madvig's support, a gangster, and a reporter, with the district attorney's involvement inevitable as well. It's a murder mystery that has no shortage of suspects so long as the term is described as "characters who are not the detective" (with Ed taking that role), especially if you take it as a given that framing Madvig may be all the motive someone needs. The trouble is, not many of them are really interesting enough for the audience to really invest in that story, even when it does connect to the good stuff.

What is the good stuff? Mainly, how class works as a dynamic in the story. The glass key of the title comes from Ed telling Paul that the Henry clan may say they've given him the keys to the kingdom, but that key will shatter if he turns it too hard, and that hangs over almost every interaction in the movie: Madvig may wield considerable influence, but his working-class roots show, and there's no chance that Janet will actually marry him once he's no longer useful. Madvig may be in denial about this, but Ed is hyper-aware, and there's a similar undercurrent to the other Madvig/Henry pairing, that Taylor may be a screw-up, but he'll only be allowed to fall so far, and Snip may only be allowed to climb so high.

The cast does a nice job with this, though it's not quite the arrangement the opening credits promise. Brian Donlevy may be first-billed, but Madvig is actually something of a supporting character, one who is always acting himself. Still, Donlevy makes him an interesting one, allowing the practiced artifice and overpowering infatuation to run into each other so that the audience is never quite sure where one ends and the other begins.

Still, it's Alan Ladd and Veronica Lake who sit at the center of the movie, and while it takes a long time for the attraction that characters talk about to really manifest, they're quite good individually. Ladd plays Ed Beaumont as a smart guy perhaps too committed to the chip on his shoulder to really succeed, although capable of great charm and sarcastic wit when pushed. Lake brings grace and refinement to Janet, but keeps in-character when she has to show a flash of passion because someone has hurt her brother or because Ed is just so frustrating. There are a couple of other nice performances in there, too, with Bonita Granville doing what's needed to make the audience believe that Opal will run to her brother's enemies because they at least seem to care about what matters, while William Bendix takes a character that could just be Thug #2 and making him one of the film's most memorable.

The thing is, for as much fun as it is to watch Ladd and Bendix abuse each other verbally and physically, that dynamic in particular has done more than its bit by the end, and for all that the various reversals, escapes, and arguments keep things moving, director Stuart Heisler and screenwriter Jonathan Latimer eventually wear themselves out. The finale is one of those mystery-movie last acts where everybody gets accused of committing the murder, to the point where it feels a bit artificial. It's not necessarily surprising that things turn out this way; Latimer is adapting a Dashiell Hammett novel, and Hammett tended to be more interested in corrupt men and institutions more than the crimes that corruption lead to. To be fair, this stretching mostly leads to the viewer noticing it's stretched rather than actual watch-glancing.

Ladd, Lake, and Bendix would reunite a few years later to tackle a script by another pulp master (The Blue Dahlia by Raymond Chandler) and make a somewhat better movie. This one's no slouch, though - whether filling out a double feature or a box set, it's a quick, often-clever movie tha certainly earns its keep.

(Formerly at EFC)

It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World

* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 30 November 2013 at the Brattle Theatre (Centennial Celebrations, 2K DCP)

Depending on which cut you see, It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World can run from two and a half hours to over three; the digital restoration that recently played the Brattle Theatre was the 154 minutes of its original 35mm release. That's a downright extravagant length for a film whose ambitions really don't go much farther than making the audience laugh a bit, but it is committed to that single, modest goal, and it never stops trying to make it happen, even when other films would have called it a day.

It starts tragically, as a car driven by elderly crook Smiler Grogan (Jimmy Durante) goes sailing off a winding California mountain road. The men in four other vehicles stop to see if there's anything to be done, but there isn't; before he goes, though, Smiler tells his would-be rescuers about $350,000 buried under a "big W" in Santa Rosita. They initially plan to go together, but arguing over how to split the windfall and basic greed soon make it a race. Buddies Ding Bell (Mickey Rooney) & Benjy Benjamin (Buddy Hackett) and married couple Mellville & Monica Crump (Sid Caesar & Edie Adams) take to the air, while a fender-bender has truck driver Lennie Pike (Jonathan Winters) and nervous J. Russell Finch (Milton Berle) - traveling with his wife Emeline (Dorothy Provine) and her pushy mother (Ethel Merman) searching for new ground transport. The former hooks up with Otto Meyer (Phil Silvers), who quickly ditches him to go after the money himself; the latter meet English horticulture enthusiast J. Algernon Hawthorne (Terry-Thomas), with the plan of having Emeline's brother Sylvester (Dick Shawn), a lifeguard in Santa Rosita, stake the place out first. In the meantime, the detective who has been working the Grogan case for years, Captain T. G. Culpepper (Spencer Tracy), is discretely keeping an eye on the lot of them.

That's a lot of names for a story that is not exactly complex, and there are many more passing through, from "Rochester" Anderson to The Three Stooges. Keeping them all occupied is one of the most impressive juggling acts in movie history, as writers William & Tania Rose come up with enough scenarios and obstacles to keep every member of the large ensemble busy while director Stanley Kramer allows them to play out at a natural pace, never cutting away from one group before its bit hits a punchline just to check in on someone else but also not ever letting it feel like characters are gone for too long or losing track of what each is doing. Editors Gene Fowler Jr., Robert C. Jones, and Frederic Knudtson are likely a big help as well; while the end result isn't perfectly smooth sailing - there are moments, when the movie jumps back to the police station and someone brings their neighbor up to date on what's going on, including the scene just prior, when I wonder if Kramer didn't necessarily trust his ability to keep things clear.

For all the skill Kramer et al show in keeping things moving, they're generally telling very basic jokes, from the moment when Smiler Grogan literally kicks the bucket to the last scene, when they pull out maybe the hoariest old chestnut that exists, a gag beloved by small children but obviously unsophisticated by adult standards. But that's when the movie has an overt wink at the audience, saying, sure, these are gags you've seen before, but the simple things work: Everyone laughs at an obnoxious person falling on his or her ass, especially if you don't get so caught up in yourself as to forget that the world is, in fact, kind of mad.

That said - if you're going to go with elemental jokes, it certainly doesn't hurt to fill the cast with folks who have the sort of split-second comic timing and carefully-honed comfort with their persona to make something the audience has heard a million times before hit the funny bone just right. Thus, Milton Berle, Sid Caesar, Johnathan Winters, Mickey Rooney, Buddy Hackett, Ethel Merman, and Phil Silvers. Fifty years later, Winters is probably the only one among them that a random sample of the population whose popularity has endured, while the idea that someone as milquetoast as Berle was a superstar can seem downright perplexing to a younger audience, but they know how to handle this material, and their fine-tuned execution should work for even relatively jaded audience members. It's kind of unfortunate that Merman is the only woman in the cast who really gets to be funny - and from doing an often-groan-worthy battle-axe mother-in-law character - but nobody has a joke he or she can't handle. That includes Spencer Tracy, the main actor in the cast, who does a fine slow burn and shares a nice moment with Dorothy Provine toward the end.

A lot of the comedy is physical, and it's some impressive slapstick, both in execution and scope. Kramer's got a great big Super-Panavision frame to play with, so when his characters stumble over something or destroy a building, it's bigger than anything they could do on the stage or the television of the time, or even the silent films that clearly inspired them. It gets cartoonish toward the end, but it's fine over-the-top slapstick. Kramer does a fine job with the other visuals, too - the movie doesn't have a lot of high-speed chases, but the automotive and aerial action is actually very impressive, especially for the time.

It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World is a comedy classic, although it's not the innovative gigantic-guffaws, I-can't-believe-they-went-there variety that makes the label unequivocal. But it tells jokes incredibly well, and keeps on doing so until well past when other movies would have ended and making it work. That it can get those laughs without offense without seeming timid just makes it more impressive.

(Formerly at EFC)

Raiders of the Lost Ark

* * * * (out of four)
Seen 1 December 2013 at the Brattle Theatre (Centennial Celebrations, 35mm)

Look, I'm not saying I can't find new ways to say I love Raiders of the Lost Ark each time it plays in Boston and I go get a ticket, I just don't have time right now. So here's a link to the last time I saw it in 35mm (or just the eFilmCritic review).

The noon show wasn't the most packed, and the clear print wasn't quite the greatest I've seen, but still... When I got out of the theater, there were little kids excited about what they'd just watched. So, yes, it still holds up. Like there was any doubt.

Sunday, December 01, 2013

Black Nativity

It amuses me that Regal's weekly email listed Black Nativity as a movie "picked just for you!"; I'm pretty darn Caucasian and as for the "nativity" part, well, no, I'm not religious at all. I figure the recommendation must have been based on having seen a few Bollywood movies there recently - it makes sense to recommend one sort of musical to someone who has been seeing another, right? I wound up seeing it at the Boston Common AMC, not so much out of any desire to deny Regal's prediction algorithms the pleasure of being correct (okay, maybe they don't feel pleasure, but I'd rather they not have this particular data point) as that I was sort of scouting the Downtown Crossing gift tent and Quincy Market for Christmas shopping, at that's the time and location that was most convenient.

I kind of wish I'd gone to the other theater instead, even if their emails would probably recommend I see some of the movies that had cringe-worthy previews before this one (I'm looking at you, A Madea Christmas, Heaven Is for Real, and Son of God), if only because this particular screening had some really annoying talkers. It's one thing when pests sit together in a group and kind of talk amongst themselves, but in this case, they sat in the handicapped row - the one that's level with the entryway, and instead of having a dozen rows, has two seats on either side and two more in the center, with spaces for wheelchairs in between - one per island, and talked back and forth across the space. And they just didn't stop; one lady stopped in front of the one making the most noise while apparently taking her daughter out to a restroom, probably asking them to keep quiet, but it didn't help. I was sitting diagonally behind him with my foot up on the railing, and I really wanted it to slip and kick him in the head.

The really weird thing, though, was that these guys really just didn't seem to get the idea of a musical at all. Every time someone started singing, it was loud comments about crack being wack, or was this supposed to be a dream, or how did characters in two separate cities know to be singing the same song? As a guy old enough to say "these kids today", I may sometimes joke about people not knowing how to watch a movie - as in, giving it their full attention and not acting like they're part of the show - but seeing people apparently actually not being able to process musical numbers, which have been a part of movies for as long as sound, as not being literally what the characters are experiencing but a way to communicate heightened emotion, is something else again.

It was frustrating that I almost considered not writing up the review, thinking that the way these guys kept interrupting the movie even in some of its more dramatic moments was coloring my experience enough that I couldn't just comment on what the film itself did for me. I think I've been mostly fair, although I do wonder if I would have experienced it more emotionally and not been so focused on it as a film if I'd seen it in a jackass-free audience.

Black Nativity

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 30 November 2013 at AMC Boston Common #6 (first-run, DCP)

It's not exactly uncommon for people to make musicals as relatively small as Black Nativity, although they generally don't have the likes of Fox releasing them wide or a cast full of familiar faces. The big studios tend to go big when they do something like this, but its the small independent nature of this movie that makes it interesting, even when it does seem to have a split personality.

It opens in Baltimore, where fifteen-year-old Langston Cobbs (Jacob Latimore) and his mother Naima (Jennifer Hudson) are facing eviction. Needing to work through the holidays, Naima sends Langston to Harlem to spend the week with the grandparents he's never met. Though grandmother Aretha (Angela Bassett) is unreservedly happy to see him, "The Reverend" Cornell (Forest Whitaker) is somewhat chilly, leading Langston to scheme for a way to get back home.

At least, that's the bit that most directly drives the story; being in New York with his grandparents naturally also gives him a chance to learn about his family history, but that's something that sort of comes and goes from the story until things start drawing together. The lack of a strong central narrative is something of a problem for this movie; while writer/director Kasi Lemmons seems to be trying for an intimate, character-focused picture, the audience doesn't get much of a chance to know Langston from his words and how he interacts with his environment, so his actions often seem random, and Jacob Latimore just doesn't seem to have the experience as an actor to pull everything Lemmons is trying to do into a cohesive character.

Full review at EFC.