Friday, February 11, 2022

Next Week in Tickets: Films playing Boston 11 February 2021 - 17 February 2022

Not going this weekend, because there's tons of stuff here, but kind of keeping tabs on a theater in NYC to see how long they'll have a 70mm print of a new release. Be nice if it were just down the street, but that's not how it works, apparently.
  • After a ton of rotten merger/coronavirus luck, Death on the Nile finally hits screens, with Kenneth Branagh returning as the spectacularly mustachioed detective, once again shooting in 65mm with a new all-star cast of suspects. It's at The Capitol, Fresh Pond, West Newton, Boston Common (including Imax Xenon & Dolby Cinema), Fenway, Kendall Square, South Bay (including Imax Xenon & Dolby Cinema), Assembly Row (including Imax Xenon & Dolby Cinema), the Embassy, Arsenal Yards (including CWX), and Chestnut Hill.

    Marry Me features Jennifer Lopez as a pop star who, planning to marry her fiancé on stage until he's caught with another woman and impulsively brings a single father played by Owen Wilson up to take his place. It's at the Capitol, Fresh Pond, Boston Common, Fenway, South Bay, Assembly Row, Arsenal Yards, the Embassy, Chestnut Hill, and on Peacock.

    Liam Neeson is still putting his "tall with an intimidating voice" bona fides to work in what look like middling action-thriller things, reuniting with Honest Thief director Mark Williams for Blacklight, playing another shady government agent who has become a loose end in a conspiracy. It's at Fresh Pond, Boston Common, Fenway, South Bay (including Dolby Cinema), Assembly Row (including Dolby Cinema). There's also a few daily screenings of The Beatles: Get Back - The Rooftop Concert in Imax Xenon at Boston Common and Assembly Row.

    The Oscar nominations bring about some re-releases/expansions: King Richard and Dune return to Boston Common with Drive My Car there for the first time, Belfast to Fenway and Kendall Square, and The Hand of God to the Embassy. Boston Common and South Bay bring back American Underdog ahead of the Super Bowl.

    Boston Common also has a surprise "Thrills and Chills" screening on Friday with Rocky Horror on Saturday. For fans of Channing Tatum, there's a "Galentine's Day" show of Magic Mike at Boston Common, Assembly Row, and Arsenal Yards on Sunday and a preview show of Dog playing Boston Common, Fenway, Assembly Row, and Chestnut Hill on Monday. Arsenal Yards shows Love & Basketball on Monday.
  • The Worst Person in the World opens at The Coolidge Corner Theatre (including a Sunday Masked Matinee), Kendall Square, and Boston Common this weekend; the latest from Joachim Trier has been racking up awards and praise since Cannes, particularly for star Renate Reinsve, and it even picked up a Best Screenplay Oscar nomination this week (in addition to one for Best International Film).

    The Coolidge celebrates Women in Horror month with its midnights, including Aaliyah in Queen of the Damned on 35mm on Friday and Jada Pinkett Smith & CCH Pounder in Tales from the Crypt: Demon Night on Saturday. Saturday morning, on the other hand, offers a kids' show of Mary Poppins. "Love Hurts" features The Princess Bride on Valentine's Day and continues past that with Drive on Tuesday, and Bound on Wednesday. On Thursday, they present Spike Lee's Malcom X on 35mm with a special introduction by nephew Rodnell P. Collins, president of the Malcolm X-Ella L. Little Collins Foundation and House.
  • Landmark Theatre Kendall Square aso opens Breaking Bread, a documentary about Jewish and Arab chefs working together in Haifa, featuring Dr. Nof Atamna-Ismaeel, noteworthy for being the first Muslim Arab to win MasterChef in Israel.

    Also opening is The Sky Is Everywhere the new film from indie favorite Josephine Decker, this one focusing on a teenager mourning her older sister even as she meets a nice boy. It also appears to be available on AppleTV+.
  • The Brattle Theatre won't be showing Casablanca until the end of the month, but have plenty more Great Romances this week: Only Lovers Left Alive (35mm) on Friday, Harold and Maude (35mm) on Saturday, The Philadelphia Story (35mm) and The Princess Bride on Sunday and Monday, The Bride of Frankenstein (35mm) and The Shape of Water on Tuesday, Portrait of a Lady on Fire on Wednesday, and Your Name on Thursday.
  • It looks like the Chinese Lunar New Year movies are being released one at a time over here rather than all at once, with the big one - The Battle of Lake Changjin II - hitting this week. The sequel to last National Day's massive hit starring Wu Jing and directed by Tsui Hark, Chen Kaige, and Dante Lam (though IMDB suggests that only Tsui gets on-screen credit this time). I've read that very little of its 149-minute runtime is newly-shot footage. Only Fools Rush In sticks around for limited shows as well, with Too Cool to Kill opening Thursday.

    I don't see any major Indian holiday on the calendar, but there's a lot from the subcontinent opening this weekend. The biggest release is Hindi comedy Badhaai Do, playing both Boston Common and Apple Fresh Pond, with Rajkummar Rao and Bhumi Pednekar as a pair entering a marriage of convenience which becomes less so when the wife's girlfriend comes to stay (the poster features a literal closet). Fresh Pond also gets six other movies playing a show or two a day: Kadaisi Vivasayi is a comedy about an 80-year-old farmer accused of killing peacocks, perhaps by the developer trying to buy his land; FIR - Faizal Ibrahim Rais, is a Tamil-language thriller about a man falsely accused of being a terrorist; Khiladi is a Telegu crime movie with Ravi Teja in a dual role; Kallan D'Souza looks like a Malayalam caper comedy; Sehari is a Telugu romantic comedy starring Harsh Kanumilli; and DJ Tillu is another Telugu romantic comedy.
  • The Somerville Theatre keeps the new restoration of The Conversation around to fill in for other programs, with shows Friday, Monday, and Tuesday. Those shows include an early 35mm matinee of The Ghost & Mr. Chicken on Saturday and 70mm screenings of Lawrence of Arabia on Saturday and Sunday. Later in the week, the in-person portion of The Boston Sci-Fi Film Festival moves in, with Hydrometta, Beyond Existence, and Shot in the Dark on Wednesday and Cocokazoid, Madelines, and Ike Boys on Thursday.
  • This Thursday's Bright Lights show in the Paramount Theater's Bright Screening Room is Bulletproof, a documentary directed by Todd Chandler on how American schools are adapting to gun violence potentially being imminent at any moment. Chandler and Dr. Chana A Sacks of the MGH Center for Gun Violence will participate in a Q&A afterward, with tickets free on the day of the show.
  • The Regent Theatre has a second screening of Music, Money, Madness… Jimi Hendrix in Mauion Friday. The Flying Ace, one of the few surviving silent films made with a Black cast, plays on Friday the 18th.
  • The West Newton Cinema adds Death on the Nile to Parallel Mothers, Sing 2, Licorice Pizza, Spider-Man, West Side Story (no show Monday), and matinees of Encanto (Saturday/Sunday); The Lexington Venue has Parallel Mothers, The Tragedy of Macbeth, and West Side Story (no show Friday) this weekend; note that they are unable to sell tickets online at the moment but "have plenty at the box office".
  • The Luna Theater has The Tragedy of Macbeth Friday evening, The Love Witch on Saturday, and The Princess Bride on Sunday, and the Weirdo Wednesday show.

    Cinema Salem is still closed for renovations.
  • For those still not ready to join random people in a room for two hours, theater rentals are available at Kendall Square, The Embassy, West Newton, the Capitol, The Venue, and many of the multiplexes.
Is this the time I get through Lawrence of Arabia without conking out? Maybe! I'll probably also go for Marry Me, some of the Boston Sci-Fi films, The Worst Person in the World, Lake Changjin II... Crap, I'm running out of week, and I probably also want to get to Death on the Nile because who knows if it will still be in 70mm at the Village East when I can maybe get there on the 25th?

Tuesday, February 08, 2022

Freaky Dolls in 3D: Baby Blues & Coraline

Most of the time, I prefer Ned at the Brattle or someone else to program my double features; as someone who has trouble choosing just one movie when standing in front of the "unwatched discs" shelving unit, asking me to assemble a themed pairing is, well, ridiculous. I am so legitimately terrible at choosing between likely-good options that I come up with ways to take the decision about what to watch/read/etc. next out of my hands.

In this case, I saw G Storm the night before and, for the fifth time in that series I said something like "hey, I like the actress who plays Tammy; what else is she in?" This time, though, I went to IMDB or HKMDB, saw that I actually had one of them on the shelf, and pulled it down.

This was a mistake.

I mean, I wasn't expecting greatness; I don't know whether I grabbed Baby Blues more or less and random because I figured I'd never see it again while poking around one of the video stores in the basement of the Ladies' Market during my HK vacation or if it was something I got off DDDHouse because they've had their 3D stock on sale for a while and I figure I should try and grab every 3D disc I can before they're impossible to find. At any rate, let's just say that this thing was on my shelf less out of curation than hoarding, and its obscurity/blowout pricing was deserved.

Not wanting to go to bed on that note, I figured I'd grab something else, and a Coraline chaser seemed pretty natural - it also involved a creepy doll, I already had the 3D glasses on, and, hey, that disc was already on my shelf for similar reasons: When Shout Factory announced that they had acquired the license for the Laika catalog, I went on Amazon and found the 3D editions of Coraline, ParaNorman and The Boxtrolls (I already had Kubo and I don't know if Missing Link got a 3D release anywhere).

This was not a mistake; I don't know that I was quite so taken with the movie as before, but it's still pretty darn good, and what Laika does with the stop-motion/3D medium never ceases to amaze.

The lesson? Dunno; maybe something about running with an idea when you've got it rather than worrying about finding the right answer. Yeah, it gets you Baby Blues sometimes, but it also reminds you to watch Coraline - and you've got time, because there's no twenty minutes of dithering up front!

Gui ying (Baby Blues)

* ¾ (out of four)
Seen 2 January 2022 in Jay's Living Room (off the shelf, Hong Kong 3D Blu-Ray)

The first thing you think when watching Baby Blues is "I have never seen a doll so obviously cursed in my life" and, okay, sure, it's the 21st Century so "cursed doll" is not going to be anyone's first explanation for things, but when the creepy thing appears to be bleeding from its eyes, get rid of it! It was left behind by the house's previous owners, so it's not like you've got any real attachment to it.

That aside, this isn't what you'd call a good movie by any means; it's full of inexplicable decisions, things that are just vaguely connected, and a last act that feels like the filmmakers shot a lot of possibilities so that they could figure out what ending they liked while editing. None of it makes a damn bit of sense, and it's not even in the headspace to run with its randomness and its goofy, never-believable killer doll, which at its most ambulatory makes it clear there's no CGI budget and that they haven't really figured out how to manipulate the puppet so that the audience can suspend disbelief just enough to worry. You also can't just tease the audience with a song that's so sad that it apparently drives people mad and only have it show up kind of obliquely.

Maybe all of this being a little more winking would work, with Tao (Raymond Lam Fung) and/or sister-in-law Qing (Karena Ng Chin-Yu) kind of incredulous about the whole situation or something, or new mom who somehow previously made a living by blogging Tian-Qing-(Janelle Sing Kwan) not shifting to obviously crazy like a switch was flipped. Or maybe if the writers had just found some way to make all the various pieces have a unifying theme - you have to stretch things a great deal to get from the doll inspiring Tao's tremendously sad song to the other ways it drives people mad - it would be creepy. Instead, it's just a bunch of pieces of other scary movies.

Someone had fun with the 3D camera rig, at least, not going for subtlety at all but always making sure a pointing finger or flying knife is ready to enhance a jump scare. It figures - the one thing which this movie kind of does right is the part that will be harder and harder to appreciate as time goes by.

Coraline

* * * ¼ (out of four)
Seen 2 January 2022 in Jay's Living Room (off the shelf, 3D Blu-Ray)

As mentioned, this is an exceptionally good thing to notice on one's "unwatched disc" shelf right after watching a disappointing 3D evil doll movie, and I am very glad I got my hands on the Canadian 3D disc before it became impossible to find!

I'm not sure I've seen this since its original theatrical run, and the amount I loved it then makes me suspect that I was more or less completely floored by the 3D stop-motion animation and was not yet wondering who the heck this movie was for. I'm probably more pro-horror-movies-for-kids than most, but if you're going to do that, I'm not sure you want the burlesque sequence in the middle, for instance. I've probably got even less instincts for what's age-appropriate than I did at the time, so maybe it's just hitting me weird. At any rate, the film is eccentric in the way Neil Gaiman and Harry Selick things often are individually, only more so, either striking a deep chord or keeping you at arm's length and hoping you admire the individual eccentricity, which is about where I was this time.

It's close to unparalleled on a "look at this!" basis, though, with gorgeously colorful designs used to offset the initially bland world in which Coraline lives, and a world that's just busy enough without going overboard the way Laika could occasionally find themselves doing in later films. It's still one of the most fantastic uses of 3D in a movie and has just enough of a visual stutter at times that a viewer can't forget that someone made this and maybe pays slightly closer attention because that means that there is meaning and intent in every detail.

Every time I see a Laika movie, I find myself kind of stunned that they aren't more popular; they're clever and meticulous and don't talk down to kids. It's the second time around when one maybe finds oneself nodding and thinking that, okay, maybe these things are going to be hard sells for both parents and kids expecting something a little more straightforward.

Original review from 2009

Once Upon a Time in China x6

I'm not a big binger, really, even though there's lots of movies I'd like to catch up on; I'm blessed with local theaters that will offer programs that let me dive into something on the big screen (who wouldn't rather encounter something for the first time on 35mm film?), and like seeing movies on those big screens enough that I know any sort of at-home program will be disrupted and drawn out as I duck over to the Brattle for something else. Heck, back in November, I started rewatching the Mad Max movies on their spiffy new 4K discs, got through 2, and just haven't picked it back up. But after an at-home covid test the morning of Christmas Eve had me staying home until I tested negative, I had time to stretch something out a bit, and that Criterion set of the Once Upon a Time in China movies was right next to the TV, why not?

It's an interesting series for how it seems like an early example of the prestige wuxia movies that Crouching Tiger would popularize ten years later - elaborately staged, both in terms of fight choreography and the general production values, with some thoughtfulness about China's place in the world - but wound up with sequels turned around in such rapid succession that the series became something more ordinary quickly. Movie #6 seems to be quasi-unofficial, included in the set as a bonus feature, an odd match. I should probably read the booklet to see what Grady Hendrix and Maggie Lee have to say about how it fits into Hong Kong cinema at the time.

Anyway, you can't go far wrong with this set. The series does seem to hit direct-to-video exhaustion somewhere around film #4, but rallies afterward, and even that one still has some fine action.

Wong Fei Hung (Once Upon a Time in China)

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 27 December 2021 in Jay's Living Room (off the shelf, Criterion Blu-Ray)

I was not sure that I had ever actually seen any of these other than III & IV (back in '04 when the Coolidge was doing weekly midnight ass-kickings on 35mm), but even without having seen the rest, the series is so iconic and the later episodes so built on what is done here that it's kind of like watching something like Psycho for the first time; even if you haven't seen it, you've probably absorbed it. The thing about movies like this is that the general shape isn't as important as it might be; there's job in the details and execution. The main joy, naturally, is simply watching Jet Li move - where other screen fighters may have more elegant choreography or a better knack for injecting their personality or translating the emotional stakes of the plot into action, nobody quite sells the master who sees what's happening and reacts with the right move quite like Li. It makes him an excellent fit for Tsui Hark's take on Wong Fei-Hong.

That he was still kind of raw as an actor kind of makes him a nice fit for Tsui's grander ambitions here. Tsui is taking a broad look at 1890s China where nobody is quite sure what to make of the influx and sudden power of foreigners, let alone folks like 13th Aunt (Rosamund Kwan) who have so thoroughly assimilated and American-Born Chinese Bucktooth So (Jacky Cheung). Li, whether by shrewd casting or design, he's got the confidence that comes with great skill and is right on the line where it could become arrogance in other areas, but never quite does. The changes in Foshan are chaos and Li's Fei-Hung never really understands it, but just tries to keep his people safe, whether as a healer, a negotiator, or a fighter.

Most are here for the fighting, of course, and even if the movie stretches out for a while early on to establish the time and place, the action is top-notch: The restaurant fight is impeccable for how it could just be complete chaos but actually clearly shows Wong just trying to keep folks separated even as folks are tempted to take sides, and the finale is terrific, constantly finding new angles and ways to wrestle with how someone who has mastered kung fu like Wong has to figure out what to do in a world with plentiful guns. There's also something neat about how Tsui frames it - bits are like a side-scrolling game wrapping around the three-dimensional space where the big fight will take place, two types of arena combined into one.

Wong Fei Hung II: Nam yee tung chi keung (Once Upon a Time in China II)

* * * (out of four)
Seen 27 December 2021 in Jay's Living Room (off the shelf, Criterion Blu-Ray)

Tsui Hark does some interesting things with this sequel - it's a bit slimmed-down, twists its perspective to focus on how nationalism can be just as toxic as foreign domination, and pulls Wong into the story of Sun Yat-Sen in a way that feels like a different sort of myth-making. It's focused where the original often feels free to wander, less an epic even though it's still pretty spiffy-looking and has ideas in its head (Tsui and company don't quite reconcile their "westerners are weird about their myths" with how, ultimately, the Chinese in this movie prove pretty susceptible as well, but it's interesting to see him and his writers ruminating on it).

And, hey, it also leads inevitably to a couple of pretty great fights, with Jet Li eventually taking on Xiong Xin Xin and Donnie Yen. The former is creative and almost playful in its staging despite the fact that Wong seems to really hate everything this guy stands for and fights with a rage that reflects it (the priest seems to give the lie to his feelings that foreigners are awful in ways Chinese aren't), while the Li/Yen fight is a couple of greats at their physical peak going at it like few others can.

This is probably not the best of this series - the first seems a little more grand and has the most amazing, elaborate fights - but it may be the one where Tsui and company are drawing the most direct line between their hero's situation in 1895 and their own as Hong Kongers in 1992 and being resigned to it being complicated.

Wong Fei Hung III: Si wong jaang ba (Once Upon a Time in China III)

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 29 December 2021 in Jay's Living Room (off the shelf, Criterion Blu-Ray)

I saw this on 35mm back in '04, when Clinton & Garo moved their Weekly Ass-Kickings Series to the Coolidge from the Allston Twin Cinema (which was demolished for a Staples which has, I think, since been demolished), probably before seeing the previous two. Seeing it in the proper order, after a lot more Hong Kong cinema, makes it a fair amount more satisfying. As goofy as the romantic subplot is, it's also the first time in the series that Jet Li and Rosamund Kwan really have a spark rather than just being the biggest male and female names in the film. The way her interests expand into moving pictures also helps solidify how these films are about China at a crossroads, all the more difficult as modernity is tied up with foreign domination.

Things start getting kind of messy here, though; it feels like the pace at which Tsui Hark and company were cranking them out, built around the big action, was causing real problems at the script end. The lion-dancing competition with its different factions and the Russian plot against an Imperial advisor don't totally come together, so the big fights don't really serve as climaxes. On the other hand, the lion-dancing spectacle at the end feels almost surreal, at least for this outsider, a colorful but crazy combination of a street fight, sports, and ritual that doesn't feel like it would occur to anyone else but Tsui, and certainly wouldn't be pulled off so well by another.

Original review from 2004

Wong Fei Hung IV: Wong je ji fung (Once Upon a Time in China IV)

* * ½ (out of four)
Seen 29 December 2021 in Jay's Living Room (off the shelf, Criterion Blu-Ray)

We've reached the point in the series where everyone seems exhausted but the series keeps going for its fourth entry in three years. Tsui Hark steps back from director's duties, Wong Fei-Hung is recast from Jet Li to Vincent Zhao, Rosamund Kwan's 13th Aunt is moved offscreen but replaced by Jean Wang's 14th Aunt (who apparently was also educated abroad), and there's seemingly no time to think of where to bring the character next so they hang around Beijing and do more lion dancing.

Some of that's fun - the lion-and-dragon bit in the beginning which twists from a misunderstanding to a fun back-and-forth, for instance, is probably the film's high point and just beautiful to watch. It mostly seems off, though - Zhao's Wong is more hot-headed and less concerned with being a healer and peacemaker than Li's, and as a result the sidekick characters have to become even more rash and foolish in comparison. The Red Lantern sect feels like trying to reuse the White Lotus group from #2, except all-woman and with a less-clear vision of what their purpose is. As with #3, Wong feels a bit incidental toward the action at the finish, like the series has reached a point in history where its makers have to find ways for their folk hero to be sidelined rather than to save the day.

Original (kinda cringe-worthy) review from 2004

Wong Fei Hung chi neung: Lung shing chim pa (Once Upon a Time in China V)

* * * (out of four)
Seen 30 December 2021 in Jay's Living Room (off the shelf, Criterion Blu-Ray)

The best thing about this entry in the series is how, when he gets a couple of six-shooters in his hands, the clumsy, stammering American Born Chinese comic relief character Bucktooth So turns out to be a gunslinger and capable of doing Chow-Yun-Fat-in-a-John-Woo-movie bullet ballet stuff with firearms. It seems hilariously out of character but also, in another way, makes perfect sense. The second-best thing is that the lady pirate has something like five separate booby traps in her bed for guys who think they're going to get the upper hand on her with their masculine charms. At this point, Tsui Hark doesn't want to repeat himself, so he's tilting the series from reverent folk heroics to a platform for whatever genre goofiness he wants, and in those moments it is glorious.

The time it takes to get to the point where Wong Fei-Hung and his students are fighting pirates isn't nearly the same sort of fun, in part because it's such an obvious demonstration on just how much these movies are built around spectacularly detailed action set-ups, with much less attention paid to the rest of the movie. Vincent Zhao has improved a bit here and the return of not just Rosamund Kwan but some of the other supporting characters from the first movie is welcome, but there are just a ton of moments when one can't help but wonder if any of these people ever talk to each other or anyone else about anything but martial arts, because they are just complete morons when it comes to human interaction. None of the guys has the slightest idea of how to deal with women, and it seemingly never occurs to anyone to ask basic questions, setting up misunderstandings that the worst screwball comedy writers would be embarrassed by. I'm sure some of it is family structures and traditions that Americans 25-odd years after the film's release and 100 years after the period, just don't get, and some may be satire that's kind of specific to pre-handover Hong Kong, but boy is it a relief when characters start punching and kicking each other, and that the series (kind of) finishes up here.

Fortunately, there's a lot of quality kung fu pirate action here, enough that by the time they've finished, a lot of the weaker bits have been pushed to the back.

Wong fei hung VI: Sai wik hung see (Once Upon a Time in China and America)

* * * (out of four)
Seen 30 December 2021 in Jay's Living Room (off the shelf, Criterion Blu-Ray)

I've seen a couple different box sets that don't treat this as a proper Once Upon a Time in China movie but rather as a glorified bonus feature, and though I can see why - no Tsui Hark on the script, new companies behind it, and maybe a feeling that it twists the legend of Wong Fei-Hung and the genres he fits into a little far - it's still got Jet Li, Rosamund Kwan, and Xiong Xin Xin, and despite how much is different, it arguably comes full circle, for those who remember the scenes in the first where good Chinese folks are being scammed into coming to America for what is more or less slave labor.

Even considering the film as its own thing, that thing is Sammo Hung directing a kung fu western with Jet Li, and who doesn't want some of that? Sammo and his team seem delighted at the vast canvas the American west gives them, and they actually do a fair job of balancing what people enjoyed about shoot-em-up westerns and the perspective on this time and place that being Chinese gives them. There's big, entertaining action, broad but believable characters, and a ton of good action from a couple of masters. There's also fun attention to detail, from the remixed version of the theme song, to how of course 13th Aunt has an English name she uses with westerners, to watching Billy stretch his legs in every scene after Clubfoot/Seven mentions it means it's not so crazy when he's joining in the martial arts action later.

It is, of course, cringe as heck at times - for instance, one gets the feeling that everybody means well where the Native Americans are concerned but didn't really do a whole lot of research or take care in casting. The slimmed-down cast helps a lot with not having a lot of needlessly stupid comic relief characters, but Chan Kwok-Pong is a definite downgrade after how great Roger Kwok was in the same part when you watch this back-to-back with #5, and it feels like there are a ton of missed opportunities where Li and Kwan are concerned: They seem to pick up right where they left off in #3, chemistry-wise, and her confident "I'm good at everything" sets up the idea of her being in her element in an English-speaking country in a way that seems like it would be fun to play with but which doesn't pan out (a lot of other fun threads, like the Indians and the saloon girl who likes So, just disappear).

But, hey - it's Sammo Hung directing Jet Li in a western, almost a trial run for their upcoming attempts at post-handover American stardom (Li would soon appear in Lethal Weapon 4 and Hung would start Martial Law). Most American filmmakers get to do one western if they're lucky, and with these guys knowing that folks out of Hong Kong likely would have even fewer opportunities to play in this sandbox, they dive in and have a blast with it, making for a strange, genre-bending good time.

Monday, February 07, 2022

Moonfall

Sitting through the end credits of Moonfall, I was struck by the sheer number of people on at least three continents who work on visual effects for a movie like this. Lots of names from India and notes that post-production got tax benefits in various states in the U.S. and Australia/provinces in Canada, so that the various effects houses can probably hand off digital assets between various locations and literally work 24 hours a day. It's hardly unique in that; you see this at the end of every movie above a certain scale (and many where you wouldn't expect to), but it's instructive to see just how insanely labor-intensive something like this is even though "computer generated imagery" often conjures up an image of someone creating a wireframe and then hitting a "render" button.

It's an astounding amount of work on what is meant to be eye-popping materia, but in the 2020s, something like Moonfall will spend roughly three to six weeks in theaters and probably won't have that much of a long tail. After all, what's a streaming outlet's algorithm going to grab to push it in front of viewers? Prime probably has a dozen movies with Halle Berry that would get recommended over this. If you just watched one of director Roland Emmerich's better takes on this sort of material, there's no guarantee that the service in question has this one. It's probably never going to get the sheer number of views or high ratings that would lift it terribly high in a general list of sci-fi/action pictures.

That's the really weird thing about the current moment - there's just a metric ton of this sort of movie being produced, but the window for it is crazy narrow unless it's Marvel or Star Wars or something pre-sold and most of it is just going to slip through cracks. It feels like everyone who isn't Disney is entirely betting on long shots because that's the only way you won't get crowded out for the next decade or so. And this isn't exactly me saying studios shouldn't make big expensive movies for what three or four smaller films might cost, at least not yet - I love blockbusters! - but maybe make them better? Like, when you read the screenplay for Moonfall, go, hey, the physics here makes no sense, you're going to have a bunch of folks who cold give you good word of mouth mocking you, and maybe do something with the characters that feels fresh or at least not straight out of Save the Cat!? Like, it's a crowded landscape out there, not just in theaters, but Disney and Batman and Fast & Furious are going to suck up all the media oxygen, and sweating the details in more ways than just pushing the FX crews to do more on less money is the best option you've got to improve your chances.

Anyway, this could have been a lot more fun if Emmerich et al had just run with the weird stuff at the end and given his cast something resembling anything to do.

Oh! One more thing, while we're talking about processed things being squished into a template - after something close to a year of the local AMCs not having chicken tenders and mozzarella sticks due to what must be absolutely insane supply chain issues by now, they've at least put Impossible Nuggets on the menu at the concession stand. They're not bad at all - they're as perfectly-fine a way to get dipping sauces into your mouth as the ones made of chicken - but they seem to have a much more powerful smell which will take some getting used to.

Moonfall

* * (out of four)
Seen 6 February 2022 in AMC Boston Common #2 (first-run, Imax Xenon)

There was a story a few years back about how, when they needed to render a black hole, the visual effects crew of Intersellar programmed their computers with the actual physics rather than the most-common visual, and the results both changed the way scientists visualize the phenomena and made the movie look cooler than expected. I am reasonably sure nothing like this happened during the production of Moonfall, which is dumb enough to cause any scientists in the audience physical pain, sloppily written, and not special enough to make much out of Roland Emmerich being fairly competent at special-effects mayhem.

Its absurdly high-concept.idea is that the moon has somehow begun a decaying orbit, which will rain all manner of destruction on the Earth within a month. L.A.-based crank KC Houseman (John Bradley) has long theorized that the moon is a megastructure of alien origin, and while astronaut Brian Harper (Patrick Wilson) saw something strange during a catastrophic space shuttle mission ten years ago, his co-pilot Jocinda Fowler (Halle Berry) was unconscious, and now he's a disgraced has-been and she's the deputy director of NASA. As if that wasn't enough reason to worry, they've both got exes they have uneasy relationships with and kids who need to get to safety while they launch a last-ditch mission to try and neutralize the swarm of nanobots that they think is responsible.

This is incredibly stupid, and it really only gets dumber as it goes along, in large part because at no point have Emmerich and his co-writers really thought anything through, and not just the howlingly bad physics. There are more mundane things, like how Fowler seemingly does hours or days worth of work while Harper and Houseman are apparently talking in a hotel diner for a few minutes. There are matters of logistics that fall apart when you give them a second's thought - how in the heck do they get a functioning launch pad at Fort Vandenberg in this time frame, let alone deliver the booster rockets and fuel that the decommissioned shuttle Endeavor at a nearby air and space museum needs, much less the Chinese prototype lunar lander after it's already been established that the tides are hostile and the country has descended into anarchy? There's not a moment in this movie that rings particularly true until the crew is inside the moon and the audience can sort of shrug that sort of thing off because they just have to assume impossibly advanced technology in that situation.

A lot of sci-fi adventures get past that sort of thing by being charming or offering up engaging characters, but Moonfall takes a lot of that for granted. I don't necessarily blame Emmerich for regularly returning to a formula that worked with Independence Day, but it's hard not to notice that Fowler, Harper, and Houseman map to familiar types, and it seems like the writers have to stretch to make them fit those templates but don't actually do anything with it. Given half a chance, Halle Berry and Patrick Wilson could probably do a lot with their characters' histories and parallel trajectories, but they aren't given half a chance beyond some weak banter at the start and vague allusions later. Movies about the imminent destruction of human civilization become kind of tacky when that sort of cataclysm's primary role seems to be to spur one or two people out of several billion to resolve their issues, but what's all this for if not to put some spark in their scenes?

Meanwhile, John Bradley is in the Jeff Goldbum/James Spader/Matthew Broderick "outcast nerd" spot and the comparison does him no favors; the particular mix of smart and eccentric just doesn't work here. There's bits with Charlie Plummer as Harper's estranged son and a bunch of other characters looking for shelter that seem transplanted from another disaster movie because he can't just disappear after being used to establish Harper's "screwed up his life in every way possible" bona fides, with Michael Peña pulling duty as the character actor who is both a bigger star and better actor than this playing his stepfather. Donald Sutherland shows up for a scene or two to give gravitas to some nonsensical backstory. It's a mess of material that never makes the fantasy seem more thought-out and which is too rote to provide the human stakes that the screenwriting books say a big adventure needs.

Emmerich was never particularly good at either of those things - he's benefited from casts better able to sell them - and his films have always been sold on large-scale action and calamity. To watch Moonfall is to realize a couple of things: First, that the sort of disaster scenes that were centerpieces of a summer blockbuster 25 years ago are now first-act obstacles in a movie that opens in early February, and even if the finale is more impressive, it's hard to ramp up as much. Second, he's probably still as good as anybody at building those big climactic action scenes; he gets enough explanation in that the audience knows what they're seeing, frames to emphasize scale without letting the protagonists get lost, and doesn't overload a shot. There's imagery like the glow of an oversized moonrise in the Rockies that inspires a bit of awe and shows some care; it doesn't feel like it passed from the pre-visualization team to the effects house without the attention of the filmmakers who get the "A Film By" credit the way these things often do.

Is that enough to make Moonfall a good movie? Heck no; it's enough to send a viewer out of the theater mildly diverted rather than actively annoyed. There are some interesting pieces here, but in 2022, when Hollywood releases something on this scale every other month with half tied into something the audience is already excited for and one of the others at least trying something interesting, a movie like this is just not exciting enough to get away with weaknesses that used to be acceptable tradeoffs.

Full review at eFilmCritic

Saturday, February 05, 2022

Last and First Men

Three more days of this at the Brattle - Saturday, Sunday, and Tuesday - and I recommend seeing it there while you can. I'm sure that this will wind up on video eventually, but it's the sort of thing that benefits greatly from being absorbed in a dark room where you can't easily get up to stretch your legs or fiddle with your phone without disturbing others or gaining their reluctant permission. It's only 70 minutes, but that's longer than I typically give to something relatively abstract at a stretch. For instance, I can't easily imagine sitting through an entire museum installation where the loop is that length.

Granted, to a certain extent, this is the sort of thing that I am tempted to feel was put on just for me. I'm fond of science fiction that doesn't worry too much about grinding the incredible down to human size and contemporary understanding, as well as the spare functionality of the language. Nobody here is trying to impress the audience with their wit or turn of phrase, but instead speaking plainly about extraordinary things. The earnest unreality of it makes it a little harder to grasp, but it kind of should be; the far future shouldn't just be a metaphor for the present.

Also, I'd love to go to those Balkan locations with my 3D film camera and just shoot them, seeing what kind of images and effects I get out of that. I've been posting images from that camera on another blog for a few months now (with each post containing versions for red/cyan glasses, animated "wigglegrams" that try and trick your brain into seeing a third dimension, and left-right images for viewers to put together as they will), and it's a lot of fun to photograph odd shapes and structures that way. It's mostly vacation photos and mostly in color, but I've gone through a roll of black-and-white film (from here to here to try and see local sights a different way.

This kind of feels like the sort of thing that might play the Harvard Film Archive or the Museum of Fine Art's film program if they'd reopened, but it fits right in at the Brattle as well. Check it out on-screen if you can, though hopefully it gets a fairly spiffy release on disc.

Last and First Men

* * * * (out of four)
Seen 4 February 2022 in the Brattle Theatre (special engagement, DCP)

Last and First Men is a pointedly unconventional movie, and not just because writer/director/composer JĂłhann JĂłhannsson uses metaphorical visuals rather than directly showing the story being told, but because that story is less an adventure or drama than an exercise in stretching the imagination without trying to wrestle that scale back down to something person-sized. The universe and the future are grand and unknowable and quite likely indifferent to present-day humanity, and this film invites a viewer to ponder that without reducing it to a problem that someone like that viewer can solve.

It's not initially presented that way, of course. Presented as a message delivered psychically from two thousand million years in the future, the narration (provided by Tilda Swinton) states early on that "we can help you and we need your help". But first, it must describe the world of the future, when humanity has taken up residence on Neptune as inner planets became uninhabitable, although it is not the humanity those in the current era would recognize, but the eighteenth successor species designed by their predecessors, although this may be the end, as the sun and other nearby stars are becoming unstable.

There are stories in there, and plot devices and problems to be solved, but no individual characters, really. Olaf Stapledon, the author of the original 1930 novel, was as much poet and philosopher as constructor of narrative, with Jóhannsson and co-writer José Enrique Macián stripping that novel down to its essential ideas, with narrator Tilda Swinton intoning them in a way that hints at eons of evolution without seeming condescending. Though a story reason this description of the far future is given, the mental image is the actual point, and Swinton captures the essence of describing marvels considered mundane from the teller's perspective.

It's description because this film isn't built to render those wonders photorealistically; even if a studio were willing to spend tens of millions of dollars on such an abstract story, this particular project appears to have its roots in an orchestral production anyway. Instead, Jóhannsson and cinematographer Sturla Brandth Grøvlen take cameras to the Balkans and shoot various sculptures and bits of Brtualist architecture on 16mm black-and-white film. The results are, on their own, striking. Denied context, sitting in empty fields, it is difficult to determine whether these shapes come from some ancient civilization or modern abstraction, with a few suggesting human forms, while others look alien and others representing mid-twentieth-century electronics, while most seem strictly geometrical. The photography itself is phenomenal, reshaping these objects by shifting perspective and cautiously allowing them to emerge from mist as if materializing.

Their nature makes them good accompaniment to the narration, as the viewer knows that even though they are not created for this film, they come from human hands though the minds behind them are inscrutable in one way or another. JĂłhannsson and Yair Elazar Glotman contribute an eerie and alien score (as JĂłhannsson famously did for Denis Villeneuve's Arrival) that increases in intensity as the narration moves closer to the inevitable end, and it's fascinating to watch how the group combines these things to intensify the feeling: An angular figure where the human brain finds multiple faces complements talk of a telepathic hive mind, shapes resembling clenched fists hint at the struggle to continue, the camera moving through parallel sculptures with circular voids implies interplanetary travel. JĂłhannsson never directly shows anything Swinton describes, but instead uses all of this to let the audience form an idea while also making sure that said audience knows that the reality is in fact stranger than they or the present-day people telling the story can imagine.

As the film ends after a sequence with some of the film's limited color (a dark, threatening red becoming a blinding white), the lighting seems to flicker for the first time, perhaps a candle being snuffed in the future or a hint that we are still proto-hominids experimenting with fire from the hive-mind narrator's perspective. At that point, it may occur to the viewer that the film never got around to how these two slices of humanity two billion years apart can help each other - but then, that was never the point.

Full review at eFilmCritic

Friday, February 04, 2022

Next Week in Tickets: Films playing Boston 4 February 2021 - 10 February 2022

Hey, there's actually stuff opening in the multiplexes this week!
  • The big new release this week is Moonfall, a Roland Emmerich joint with Halle Berry, Patrick Wilson, and John Bradley as the typical Emmerich trio of professional/rebel/nerd, this time facing an alien threat inside the moon. It's at the Somerville, Fresh Pond, Boston Common (including Imax Xenon & Dolby Cinema), Fenway, South Bay (including Imax Xenon & Dolby Cinema), Assembly Row (including Imax Xenon & Dolby Cinema), Arsenal Yards (including CWX), the Embassy, and Chestnut Hill.

    Also opening (after being delayed from last fall) is Jackass Forever, with Johnny Knoxville and company taking part in new stunts and apparently mentoring new morons because they're getting too old for this. It's at the Capitol, Fresh Pond, Boston Common, Fenway, South Bay, Assembly Row (including Dolby Cinema), Arsenal Yards, the Embassy, and Chestnut Hill.

    Jeen-Yuhs: A Kanye Trilogy (Act 1) plays Boston Common, Fenway, and Assembly Row on Thursday. There are also special Wednesday previews of Death on the Nile at Boston Common, South Bay (Imax Xenon), Assembly Row (Imax Xenon), and Arsenal Yards (CWX); plus The Beatles: Get Back - The Rooftop Concert at Boston Common (Imax Xenon)
  • Over at The Coolidge Corner Theatre they get Sundown, a thriller starring Tim Roth and Charlotte Gainsbourg as a family on vacation called home because of an emergency, exposing cracks in their armor. It's also at Landmark Theatre Kendall Square and Boston Common. The Coolidge, Kendall Square, Boston Common, and South Bay also get Who We Are: A Chronicle of Racism in America, an IFFBoston documentary that has lawyer Jeffery Robinson examining how America's racial history has led to the present situation.

    The main midnight movie at the Coolidge this weekend is also a new release, with Alone with You playing Friday and Saturday; co-director Emily Bennett stars as a woman waiting for her girlfriend's return but only seeing ghosts. Saturday night also features giallo The Strange Vice of Mr. Wardh, which was snowed out last weekend. Sunday afternoon features a Masked Matinee of Parallel Mothers and Confessions of Felix Krull from the Goethe-Institut. Monday's Big-Screen "Classic" is a new restoration of Polyester in Odorama; the "Love Hurts" selections this week are Some Like It Hot on Tuesday, Moonstruck on Wednesday, and Happy Together on Thursday.
  • The Brattle Theatre opens First and Last Men, a sort of science-fictional visual essay by composer JĂłhann JĂłhannsson with narration from Tilda Swinton in beautiful black and white, with 5pm and 7pm shows Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Tuesday. Those nights also offer 9pm shows of Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (with 2pm matinees on Saturday and Sunday.

    The DocYard returns on Monday, with their first show of the spring season being After the Rain, with filmmaker Fan Jian returning to Sichaun to reconnect with subjects of an earlier documentary who lost children in an earthquake and were encouraged to have others to replace them. He and two producers will dial in for a remote Q&A afterward.

    After that, the annual series of Great Romances starts, with many on 35mm, including Wednesday's Love & Basketball and Thursday's My Beautiful Laundrette
  • It looks like Only Fools Rush In is the only Chinese New Year movie opening here for The Year of the Tiger, with Pegasus and Buckweed director Han Han reuniting with Shen Teng for a film about a reunited father and son making a road trip on motorcycles.

    Apple Fresh Pond gets Malayalam romance Hridayam and Tamil action/adventure Veerame Vaagai Soodum this weekend, also keeping Bollywood drama '83 around. I think the latter has English subtitles, but as I discovered last weekend, that's not a given if they don't say so specifically!\
  • Part of the The Somerville Theatre's has the new restoration of The Conversation on their main screen in 4K all week; it's one of the best from both Gene Hackman and Francis Ford Coppola, so good that he saw no need to re-edit it for this re-release.

    The Capitol and Fresh Pond also seem to be the only places opening French-produced-but-English-language The Wolf and the Lion, a family-friendly film about a young woman who finds two orphaned animals at her late uncle's home and raises them.
  • This Thursday's Bright Lights show in the Paramount Theater's Bright Screening Room is The Wolf of Snow Hollow, a horror-comedy about a small-town cop who doesn't believe in werewolves despite the bodies found every full moon. There's post-film Q&A with writer/director/star Jim Cummings and producer Ben Wiessner afterward, with tickets free on the day of the show.
  • The Regent Theatre has the first of two screenings of Music, Money, Madness… Jimi Hendrix in Maui, which presents the Hendrix concert from the end of 1972's Rainbow Bridge (and which has apparently never been available otherwise), with the other playing Friday the 11th. It's also worth noting (because otherwise it might not show up on this blog until the day of) that they'll be screening The Flying Ace, one of the few surviving silence made with a Black cast, on Friday the 18th.
  • The West Newton Cinema keeps the schedule of Parallel Mothers, Sing 2, Licorice Pizza, Spider-Man, West Side Story, and matinees of Encanto (no show Monday); The Lexington Venue has Parallel Mothers (no shows Friday), The Tragedy of Macbeth, and West Side Story this weekend; note that they are unable to sell tickets online at the moment but "have plenty at the box office".
  • The Luna Theater has The Tragedy of Macbeth Friday and Saturday evenings. Flee plays twice Saturday, including a Masked Matinee. Breakfast at Tiffany's has the screen on Sunday, plus there's the Weirdo Wednesday show.

    Cinema Salem is still closed for renovations.
  • For those still not ready to join random people in a room for two hours, theater rentals are available at Kendall Square, The Embassy, West Newton, the Capitol, The Venue, and many of the multiplexes.
I've already got a ticket for First and Last Men and will probably also hit The Conversation, Moonfall, and Sundown, plus maybe Only Fools Rush In and Wolf of Snow Hollow. Note that Oscar nominations also get announced this week, so we'll see if anything gets moved up or down in priority for that.

Wednesday, February 02, 2022

Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy

I write slowly these days, so just one more evening to catch this one at the Somerville. It's also on disc, but it's a fun one to see with others, if only because there is one scene in the middle where the awkward laughter is fantastic.

Unlike last week's Drive My Car, this one was upstairs in the main auditorium, and this was the first time I had a bit of a chance to notice some of the changes. I got there early enough to see a whole bunch of people with musical instruments walking up the stairs that lead to the balcony, leaving me wondering if this was the sort of movie where you might have live accompaniment. That wasn't the case, so I guess maybe the stage door for the Crystal Ballroom is up there.

Speaking of things changing upstairs…

I think that's the new 4K laser projector, as opposed to the closer-to-consumer-level machine theaters occasionally use to project slideshows or DVD/Blu-ray content - which this very well could have been,. I presume it's a DCP; but there were some aspect ratio things with the previews that suggested different sources. Anyway, you can see that there's still stuff in the normal booth, because they run a lot of film, but I guess if you're not running film, it doesn't need to be behind a window. I'd heard the digital projectors run hotter than film, but maybe that's not the case with the laser units. Still kind of odd placement, compared to every other theater I've ever been in, but, hey, maybe it wasn't built for an auditorium this size.

Interesting movie at least. I didn't expect January to be so Japan-heavy when the month started; it'll be interesting to see what February brings (including The Conversation in that room with that fancy new projector).

Gûzen to sôzô (Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy)

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 31 January 2022 in Somerville Theatre #1 (special presentation, DCP)

Depending upon how the two-hour running time of Ryusuke Hamaguchi's anthology feature Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy is allocated, it could conceivably cut into three likely nominees for "Best Short Film" for the bodies with awards that category, which would be a neat trick considering the amount of praise Hamaguchi's Drive My Car is getting in the feature category. It won't get split up, sure, but what he does with the short form is as impressive as that sprawling film - and more lively, despite still being mostly two people talking.

The first segment, "Magic (or Something Less Assuring)", opens with an outdoor photoshoot, after which model Meiko (Kotone Furukawa) shares a cab with Tsugumi (Hyunri), a good friend who appears to work for the commissioning magazine. Gumi spends the trip talking about the guy she met at an event the week before and how they instantly connected, and while Meiko is excited for her, she's also able to pick up enough context to recognize the man her friend met, and decides to go confront Kazuaki (Ayumu Nakajima) right away.

All three vignettes are built around one-on-one conversations, but Hamaguchi shoots the two that form the bulk of "Magic" differently: The cab is only just large enough that he can keep Meiko out of frame when he wants to focus on Gumi, lit with nighttime reds that make it feel cozy, compared to the stark fluorescent light of Kazuaki's office, letting Kotone Furukawa and Ayumu Nakajima circle each other as they spar, with less fuzzy reads of their faces. Furukawa is captivating to watch as she doesn't exactly shed the cuteness and charm which likely serves Meiko well as a model but certainly makes the character canny in her use of it, although she and Hamaguchi never lose track of her having as many messy, conflicting emotions as her ex. Similarly, Nakajima always takes a step back when Kazuaki could get easy sympathy for Meiko's actions, like he's a little too happy to be in the right. It's an intriguingly messy situation with really nothing Tsugumi can do about it.

The next story, "Door Wide Open", starts with a college class witnessing a student (Shouma Kai) begging Professor Segawa (Kiyohiko Shibukawa) for a passing grade that will allow him to graduate, with Segawa insisting on leaving the door open lest he be accused of abuse. Five months later, this student and his lover Nao (Katsuki Mori), see a news report of Segawa being awarded a prestigious literary award, and he concocts a plan to use Nao as a sort of honeypot. She's not exactly enthusiastic, but as a thirty-ish undergraduate who feels like an outcast on campus, she eventually relents.

This may be the weakest of the parts, in some ways; Kiyohiko Shibukawa and Katsuki Mori are both game in how they portray two people who are maybe not quite as boring and asexual as their younger compatriots might expect, and one can somewhat sense that both actors have an idea of what makes Nao and Segawa tick and what got them to this point, but it's not really on the screen. Hamaguchi never quite finds the words that will flesh either character out enough to build a connection between them, even though you can see everyone putin in the work. The scene is memorable in large part because it is, in fact, very funny - it is built around deadpan crudity and just gets funnier every time it keeps going every time the viewer thinks it's going to stop - and yet, somehow, that establishing that these two characters are actually on the same sort of odd wavelength doesn't lead to nearly as much as it could. It's one of those shorts that seems a bit more like the start of a story rather than the whole thing.

That could maybe be said for the third and final entry, "Once Again", in which Natsuko Moka (Fusako Urabe) returns to the town where she grew up for a high school reunion, hoping to see her first love Yuki. Yuki's not there, but Natsuko is surprised and pleased to run into her (Aoba Kawai) by chance at the train station. She needs to get back home for a package delivery for her son - married names are part of why Natsuko couldn't track her down - but invites Natsuko for tea. But just as Natsuko's about to say the things she's kept bottled up for twenty years, her friend tells her something that changes everything.

"Once Again" should strain suspension of disbelief fairly severely - it's got a very odd twist and Hamaguchi has to posit a world-changing piece of malware to explain why these two don't just look a piece of information up (over a decade into the smartphone era and 25 years into the internet being ubiquitous, writers are still trying ways to not use them) - but it somehow doesn't. Part of it's mechanical - Hamaguchi works the malware into Natsuko's backstory - and part of it comes from how self-aware these two women are. They both recognize that they're in a weird situation but are also willing to recognize their own loneliness and how it can be hard to overcome at that age. There's a little more urgency to Fusako Urabe's Ms. Moka than Aoba Kawai's Mrs. Kobayashi, but it lets the latter draw the former out. They don't form the connections one might expect from their first encounter, but they process it. As much as the "Xeron Virus" laid all hidden connections bare and made people wary of forming new ones online, they still found a way to create it for themselves and cherish the knowledge.

It's not surprising that all three are about forging connections or finding unexpected intimacy in some way; every anthology has something like that running down the center. What is a bit surprising is the extent to which Hamaguchi follows the same conversation-based template throughout; most of the time, these projects are about stretching different muscles. On the other hand, this is what Hamaguchi does, and he's on an impressive roll right now.

Full review at eFilmCritic

Saturday, January 29, 2022

Titane

Not related to the movie itself at all, really, but for the second time in as many weeks, I was clumsy in getting my popcorn into a stable position while managing soda, coat, and backpack, this time spilling just about the whole container all over the floor. As was the case when it happened in Belle, I felt completely mortified, because being 25 years away from having that particular job does not make me any less sympathetic to the people who are going to have to get that tidied up before the next show. The funny bit, though, was that someone saw this and handed me the "1 Free Large Popcorn & 2 Large Sodas" coupon you get when you join the Brattle as a member so I wouldn't go without. It's a very cool thing to do, but I think I may have a couple in my wallet and ten years' worth tossed because that is far more popcorn and soda than I can take for one showing (although I should maybe ask if I can have my second soda ready for the tail end of a double feature sometime), and it amuses me that apparently this happens to other people too.

Closer to the film, the timeframes that go into making movies are kind of strange. I saw filmmaker Julia Ducournau's first movie, Raw, at MonsterFest in Melbourne five years ago, and even without the pandemic sort of messing with time, that trip seems both relatively recent and a while ago, and I'm not sure whether four or five years to get her second feature made is a long time or not. I know folks who hate the term "elevated horror", but what Ducournau and folks like her do is different than the folks who can knock a new movie out every year because they're either doing work for hire or not making something terribly elaborate (or alternately trusting the FX specialists when they do). It's not a quick follow-up, and I actually lost track of how I apparently liked Raw more walking out of that theater in Australia than I remembered later.

Can't say I liked this one as much. Even before the sexy/bloody/crazy first act finished, I kind of found myself flagging (though the bit where there were just so many people to murder made me laugh for how delightfully nasty it was), and got really fidgety during the rest. I could see what they were doing well, but I must also admit that I've grown impatient with movies where you have to work out that what you see isn't literally what's happening - if fooling the audience is part of the game, I prefer it come with a rug-pulling moment rather than some sort of winking ambiguity. Parts of this movie, I think, would probably hit harder if you assume that Alexia is raped by her stalker and concocts the whole thing with the car and all the later bits about bleeding motor oil and having something metallic within her as a defense mechanism, but I don't know that it's fair to make the viewer reconstruct something that didn't happen on screen and isn't revealed in order to fit things together, especially if that viewer is like me and doesn't have a real handle on what is and isn't a likely delusion. Alfred Hitchcock's heavy-handed explanations as in Psycho may be psychologically dubious, but putting that in the movie means there's no second-guessing it: That's how things work in the movie, and you don't have to worry about whether it's realistic or not at that point.

Titane has a lot of things you've got to see at least once, and like a lot of horror by/for/starring women, it's entirely possible something in it is going to resonate strongly with someone who is Not Me; there's a lot of pregnancy body horror and queer themes that don't mean as much to me as they would to someone closer to it. Still, when I face the inevitable question of which "French woman sort of getting it on with a machine" movie I prefer from the two I saw in last year, I'll probably go with Jumbo, which may have a layer or two less but communicates a bit better.

Titane

* * ½ (out of four)
Seen 28 January 2021 in the Brattle Theatre (Some of the Best of 2021, DCP)

The descriptions for Titane as it played festivals and made its way to theaters were notably vague, calculatedly so, perhaps because writer/director Julia Ducournau often seems to have bolted two movies together and folks pulled in by one may be disappointed to get a heaping bowl of the other. The sort of switcheroo she pulls on the audience can pay off, but in jumping from the outrageous to the merely very weird, she doesn't necessarily do either side of the story any favors.

She starts by introducing the audience to Alexia (Agathe Rousselle), a model and dancer who mostly works car and boat shows, the sort of gig selling the idea that this machine will make a hot girl wet. It may not be far from the truth for Alexia; she's been excited by cars and metal even before the accident that led to doctors putting a titanium plate in her head. Indeed, she seems more excited by the nipple piercings of fellow dancer Justine (Garance Marillier) than the girl they're attached to, and she seems quite fond of her titanium hairpin beyond how well it lets her deal with a fan who stalks her in the parking lot. It doesn't seem to be her first time using it that way, but she soon goes way overboard and winds up on the run. That's when she notices that she bears a vague resemblance to the digitally aged image of a boy who disappeared ten years ago at the age of seven, and soon finds that his father Vincent (Vincent Linden) is willing to overlook a lot of things that don't feel right to have his son back.

This description elides some important events, such as how Alexia's classic muscle car seems to come alive after the first killing, leading to what sure as heck plays as a sexual encounter that leaves her pregnant. Once that happens, no matter how twisted and uncomfortable things get later, the audience can't help but think "okay, but what about that? How's that going?" It's truly strange that for as much as the start of the film establishes a certain pathology - she was obviously drawn to cars even as an awful-seeming seven-year-old and the metallic implant gave her more reason to identify further with them - that never particularly matters once Vincent has taken "Adrien" in and made him part of the firefighting team. There are icky moments that depict something weird going on in her reproductive organs, but it never pushes her to act in a way that someone without this particular issue wouldn't.

At that point, a lot of the attention has shifted to Vincent, and that's not a bad thing: Actually-first-billed actor Vincent Lindon gives an impressive performance as a man whose identity as a father and firefighter requires complete confidence and authority despite being utterly desperate, with every single performance choice made building that up a little more. The way Ducournau and her co-writers keep Alexa/Adrien around so that the audience can watch that never passes the sniff test, and fails it in ways that are not nearly spectacular enough to get a pass in the way that Alexia's mania does. There's a line about Vincent refusing a DNA test, but do the cops seriously not fingerprint "Adrien"? No social workers? No physical for someone who, at the very least, has recently had their nose broken? Even if you figure "Adrien" doesn't need certification or examination because he's meant to be a mascot, and the rest of the station is terrified of losing Vincent's favor, any suspicions are quickly pushed aside. The movie that got Alexia into Vincent's house (or near those sexy fire engines) would have her reacting to that, but the one which is centered around Vincent can't upset the apple cart until it's time.

At times, it's almost as if Ducournau wrote the first act and then realized that she maybe couldn't sustain that level of out-and-out craziness for feature length and came up with something still unnerving but more manageable. One can't exactly say that this movie plays it safe at any point, but it's interesting that she does a bit of what she did in Raw toward the start, getting a gross-out reaction from Alexia's surgery but then going relatively light on the gore thereafter And when she and Agathe Rousselle feel free to let loose on Alexia being weird and awful, the film plays as terrific black comedy, whether Alexia's making her father squirm, making the audience believe that killing makes both her her and the car horny, or a dance scene that doesn't make any damn sense but which plays out exactly as funny as it must have been in Ducournau's head. Alexia doesn't talk a whole lot but Rousselle is great with body language and attitude.

Titane is electrifying in its best moments, and what's on screen is always people giving all they can, whether it be Lindon and Rousselle or the terrific cinematography by Ruben Impens. Those great scenes and complete commitment are the sort that make a viewer tell friends that they've got to see this, even if they spend a lot of time asking why these people are doing this without exactly being intrigued. There are two potentially fantastic movies inside this one, and maybe they don't mix, but it's better to have their conflicting weirdo natures on full display rather than have them cancel each other out.

(Formerly at eFilmCritic)

Friday, January 28, 2022

Next Week in Tickets: Films playing Boston 28 January 2021 - 3 February 2022

Oof, it's not like studios knew we'd be getting a winter storm this weekend before creating this big ol' slate of nothing. That changes next week, but I guess it's reason to stay in, what with everything.
  • Jockey opens at Landmark Theatre Kendall Square, featuring Clifton Collins Jr. in the title role, although he's aging out of that job and confronted with a man who claims to be his son on the way to trying to win one last title.

    They also get the new Woody Allen film, Rifkin's Festival, while the folks at the Embassy add Flee and the black & white Nightmare Alley (also opening at Fenway and South Bay). Both locations will be closed Saturday.
  • Documentary GameStop: Rise of the Players has the team behind Console Wars examining the recent events where a bunch of amateur investors bought into the chain of video game pawnshops (I kid!) to bleed the hedge funds that were looking to profit on its collapse. It opens at Boston Common and Assembly Row. Note that those are AMC theaters, who may have a vested interest in this sort of thing!

    Peter Jackson and company have pulled the rooftop concert out of The Beatles: Get Back for a feature-length event, which plays Sunday afternoon in Imax at Boston Common and Assembly Row. Another Concert documentary, New Worlds: The Cradle of Civilization features Bill Murray, cellist Jan Vogler, violinist Mira Wang, and pianist Vanessa Perez in concert at the Odeon of Herodes Atticus, with Murray apparently singing and reciting poetry. That's at Kendall Square and Fenway. There are also Imax showtimes for Dune at Boston Common and South Bay, with Dolby Cinema shows of Belfast at the Common (both matinees).

    The Thursday night previews of Jackass Forever at Boston Common, Fenway, South Bay, and Assembly Row indicate "bonus content" while Arsenal Yards and Chestnut Hill list it as "Fan Appreciation Night".
  • The Brattle Theatre continues "Some of the Best of 2021", with Titane (Friday), The Power of the Dog (Sunday), Saint Maud (Sunday late), The Green Knight (Monday), El Planeta (Tuesday), Shiva Baby (Tuesday), and Summer of Soul (Thursday). They're also the local spot for the one-night screening of music doc Poly Styrene: I Am a ClichĂ© on Wednesday.
  • Apple Fresh Pond opens Telugu drama Good Luck Sakhi, with Keerthy Suresh as a woman apparently jinxed to the point where her fiancĂ© dies in an accident before her wedding who trains to become a competition sharpshooter, which sounds kind of ill-advised. They also keep Bollywood drama '83 around.

    Mamoru Hosoda anime Belle continues to play the Somerville, Fresh Pond, Boston Common, Fenway, Assembly Row, and Arsenal Yards. Check listings for when/where it's dubbed versus subtitled versions.

    Russian comedy Swingers plays Fenway again on Sunday afternoon.
  • No new releases at The Coolidge Corner Theatre this weekend, but they have a fair amount of special presentations. The midnights include James Wan's giallo-inspired (and apparently utterly bonkers) Malignant and Tommy Wiseau's The Room on Friday, and a 35mm print of The Strange Vice of Mrs. Wardh (aka Next!) on Saturday. Sunday's masked matinee is Parallel Mothers, and they start a "Love Hurts!" series with 35mm prints of Bonnie and Clyde on Tuesday and The Fifth Element on Wednesday. There's also a special "Panorama" presentation of Flee on Thursday, with post-film panel discussion including representatives from the International Institute of New England and others.
  • Part of the The Somerville Theatre's repertory shows include a double feature of Summer of Soul and Wattstax, the latter on 35mm, on Friday and Saturday. If you enjoyed Ryusuke Hamaguchi's Drive My Car, his other film from 2021, Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy, plays Monday through Thursday.

    Their sister cinema, The Capitol in Arlington, opens Parallel Mothers.
  • Bright Lights is apparently back for real in the Paramount Theater's Bright Screening Room, with this Thursday evening featuring Lamb, with Emerson professor Sarah Zaidan part of the discussion afterward. Tickets are still free on the day of the show.
  • The Harvard Film Archive continues to present "Tabooed Initiation: Two Early Films by Mou Tun-Fei" online through Sunday. Both films in the program - I Didn't Dare Tell You and The End of the Track - are free to stream and also include lectures by Victor Fan and Wood Lin.
  • Belmont World Film's Family Film Festival has finished, but there are three on-line modeling workshops with Aardman's Jim Parkyn on Saturday afternoon (which doesn't leave a lot of time to purchase/make modeling clay beforehand.
  • The West Newton Cinema keeps the schedule of Parallel Mothers, Sing 2, Licorice Pizza, Spider-Man, West Side Story, and Saturday/Sunday matinees of Encanto; The Lexington Venue re-opens with Parallel Mothers and West Side Story this weekend; note that they are unable to sell tickets online at the moment but "have plenty at the box office".
  • The Luna Theater has The Tragedy of Macbeth Friday and Saturday evenings, plus a masked matinee Saturday afternoon. Red Rocket also plays Saturday, while My Own Private Idaho runs Sunday. There's a Weirdo Wednesday show, and a free screening (with discussion) of Black Hawk Down on Thursday as part of UMass Lowell's Philosophy & Film series. Cinema Salem is closed for renovations this week.
  • The Museum of Science has their last weekend of The Matrix Resurrections on the Omni screen Friday and Saturday, though obviously double-check that day.
  • For those still not ready to join random people in a room for two hours, theater rentals are available at Kendall Square, The Embassy, West Newton, the Capitol, The Venue, and many of the multiplexes.
Oof, that's an impressive amount of nothing. Not even any Chinese New Year movies! Sure, the theme of this year's crop is apparently more "we drove you vicious Americans out of North Korea" and theaters are apparently closed in Hong Kong, but someone could have booked the Taiwanese puppet adventure! Anyway, I've got a ticket for Titane at the Brattle Friday, had one for The Harder They Fall on Saturday but what can you do, and might do the Indian sports double feature on Sunday, plus Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy, catch-up, and shelf stuff.

Thursday, January 27, 2022

Drive My Car

I occasionally review or blog about films not so much because I imagine that I have the reach and influence to influence audiences broadly, but because I'm trying to figure out what to say when discussing the film more directly, and that's certainly the case with Drive My Car. I like it a lot, but I still find myself at a bit of a loss of how to recommend it to people outside of my film friends, the ones who aren't going to see a 3-hour Japanese movie about a withdrawn man directing a Russian play without a lot of assurances that it's not dull or pitched above their heads. I'm not sure I quite know how to do it, especially at a time when theaters and major platforms have been so flooded with easily categorizable, targeted material that this film's best qualities, when talked up, can sound like a rebellion. It's not - this is just a good movie, and I both love what plays theaters now and hate to feel like a scold - but it feels like one has to tread a bit lightly to make a case for this sort of drama right now.

For those who are interested, it's playing one more day at the Somerville Theatre (27 January 2022) but should hang around the Coolidge and Kendall for at least another week. They also have director Ryusuke Hamaguchi's other film from 2001, Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy, playing Monday to Thursday next week, and near as I know that's the only time and place it's hitting screens in the Boston area. I wasn't planning on anywhere near this much Japanese film coverage for this month, but the theaters are kind of shoveling it at me.

Also, this was my first time at the Somerville but not the main theater for the first time since they re-opened post-shutdown/renovation, and it's a bit odd. I got used to the new box office/concession stand quick enough, but my brain says that it starts to get tight when headed downstairs to theaters 2 & 3. I "know" there's supposed to be another stairway going upstairs to where the Crystal Ballroom has replaced screens 4 & 5, and it being walled off seems to shrink the stairs down more than it probably does. The space that used to house the Museum of Bad Art doesn't look like it's going to get that sort of use any more, even as the lounge during IFFBoston (and, yeah, I'm curious how that works if it's in-person this year, what with previously using all 5 of the theater's screens). Oh, and it looks like the old Load Bearing Piano is downstairs too, although it's not labeled as such.

Anyway - the movie's good, and I went long, and probably nudged the star rating up a bit afterward because I don't really write this much about something that isn't worth that sort of attention.

Drive My Car (Doraibu mai kâ)

* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 25 January 2022 in Somerville Theatre #3 (special presentation, DCP)

For as good as Drive My Car is - and it is very good indeed - it's the sort of movies that film-lovers may hesitate to recommend to friends who interact with the medium more casually. Ryusuke Hamaguchi's film has several traits that people have come to associate with films that are difficult to grapple with; it's long, it's Japanese, it draws on other works one may feel uncultured for not knowing, and it alternates between people just talking and purposefully not talking without a lot of activity in between. It is not, however, hard to digest at all; it's mature and dense but works in large part because Hamaguchi puts what he is doing front and center.

The film follows Yusuke Kafuku (Hidetoshi Nishijima), a theater director and actor whose productions frequently include actors from multiple nations each performing in their native language. His latest is a production of Uncle Vanya in Hiroshima. He chooses a cast including an actress from Taiwan, Janice Chan (Sonia Yuan), and one from Korea, Lee Yoon-A (Park Yoo-Rim), who communicates using sign language though she appears mute rather than deaf. Most surprisingly, he has Koji Takatsuki (Masaki Okada) in the title role - not only is it one Yusuke has played frequently, but Takatsuki is quite young for it. Yusuke also clearly suspects that Takatsuki was the one with whom his wife Oto (Reika Kirishima) was having an affair when things collapsed two years earlier. Part of what happened then was an automobile accident that revealed Yusuke had glaucoma, which is likely why the festival has hired 23-year-old Misaki Watari (Toko Miura) as his driver despite the drive being part of Yusuke's process, though they claim it is standard practice.

Hamaguchi and co-writer Takamasa Oe don't start in Hiroshima, although I gather Haruki Murakami's short story does and flashbacks would in some ways be more conventional, revealing Yusuke's background as needed rather than taking 40 minutes to get to the opening credits and the main thrust of the film. Instead, the thinking seems to be that what put Yusuke in this headspace isn't a secret and isn't a twist to him; it's weight that has accumulated in real time, something that's always there rather than popping up unexpectedly, and while Hamaguchi and the rest do still have a few details that won't be explained until Yusuke has a reason to explain them, one can see how the filmmakers commit to telling the story from his point of view by comparing how pieces of others' stories are sprung on him while his is generally laid out early.

Which is not to say that Yusuke is an open book. He is, in fact, as bottled up as a character can be at times, spending much of that opening act in false mustaches or other bits of obscuring makeup; at another point he walks in on his wife with her lover, quietly leaves before being noticed, and spends the next scene acting as though nothing is amiss. He at times seems to encourage his cast to put away the emotion their characters feel during table reads, focusing on creating a rhythm that they can maintain without actually communicating directly with their co-stars. What Hidetoshi Nishijima does in the role is to hint that this sort of repression takes effort, that Yusuke's skill at presenting a calm face is not natural despite the practice. It lets later plain-spoken moments carry weight by the relative lack of tension in his voice, lending strength to simple truth.

The commitment to Yusuke's perspective and the story being told means that, in some ways, Oto must be a bit of an enigma, but also must be a complete person that Yusuke loves. Actress Reika Kirishima handles a lot of that, and she is terrific, making a strong impression in relatively little screen time playing Oto in straight-ahead fashion rather than being coy or ambiguous. Instead, Hamaguchi finds ways to demonstrate distance in the Kafukus' marriage. Consider the opening scene, where she's telling him a story in bed, and the cameras and lighting make Oto a shadowy figure while the reverse angles show Yusuke clearly, or how the story itself is all proxies for connection while establishing arbitrary boundaries. Later, Yusuke takes cassettes of her performing the other parts of Uncle Vanya with him in the car, ostensibly so he can rehearse while driving, but there are times when it seems more like him rehashing arguments that he cannot confront her with directly.

Much of the film centers around acting and performance, to the point where some viewers may get that nervous feeling of wondering if the people making it have other frames of reference, but once one dives in, it's fascinating to watch. Consider Takatsuki and Janice's joint audition, where Yusuke's suspicions about the young actor merge with just how willing he seems to be physically intimidating and tactile with someone he's just met. That the two can't really speak without an interpreter (Janice speaks Mandarin and English depending on context but not Japanese) is writ large during rehearsal, with the cast trying to work together despite speaking at least four different languages in the same scene.

It's a marked contrast to what Toko Miura's doing as Misaki. We notice a scar on the young woman's face early on, and it calls attention to just how little she is offering about herself at first, beyond being very good as a driver and somewhere between reserved and professional where her job is concerned. Eventually, she opens up a bit more, but is never as consciously sophisticated about it as the actors, though Miura is good at walking into a scene with tension, knowing she's not as cultured or of the same caste as the others she's around, though she works to project confidence. There's more to her, of course, and Miura does well to capture how getting it out there can be a relief but not a total one, because a problem doesn't vanish when one speaks of it.

She's also part of a number of scenes that emphasize just how precisely Hamaguchi can be working. Consider one scene where Yusuke compliments her driving, and she almost seems mortified to be receiving that sort of praise, standing from a table and seeming to crumple below the frame; a few moments later, it becomes clear that she's playing with their hosts' dog, and the filmmakers have turned a moment of seeming agonizing self-doubt and repression into one of the first where Misaki is open and cheerful. There's a lot of really masterful use of the camera and frame in this film, from that opening use of shadow to the way aerial shots make it a little bit of work to track Yusuke's bright red car on clean gray roadways, or the turmoil of how one road trip highlights the very different lighting of streets and tunnels at night, not able to settle down. There's tremendous precision in every choice of shot, successions of striking images that are nevertheless not flashy.

Hamaguchi walks a lot of fine lines over the film's nearly three hours, always finding the middle path between being icy and melodramatically wrenching without getting close to either gutter. Drive My Car is long, multi-lingual, and on the surface seems built to play to the audience that knows Chekhov and which is actively looking for symbolism, but Hamaguchi never seems to presume that's who he's playing to, choosing to connect with clarity throughout.

Full review at eFilmCritic

Tuesday, January 25, 2022

Sing a Bit of Harmony

Looks like this one is only getting two screening days - subtitled on Sunday the 23rd, dubs on Wednesday the 26th. I can't speak for the quality of the latter version, since I really couldn't tell you the difference between "folks who rightfully make a living as voice actors" and "non-union office staff who won't add anything to the bottom line what with the license so expensive" when I look at the English-language voice cast of an anime. But, I can say that I liked the movie quite a bit, more than I was expecting. I laughed hard when the android who was supposed to pass for a normal student showed up and was completely ridiculous from the word go, and kind of wish they went full Rumiko Takahashi-style bonkers at that point, not just because I can see some of her cartoony art style in the characters but because it's kind of a great screwball set-up with the very serious girl having to cover for this force of chaos.

Also, the filmmakers seemed to have looked at a lot of the tropes at play in manga and anime and found a sweet spot of understanding the appeal while nevertheless trying to script it as things teenagers would actually do. As much as I'm well past the age where I can really talk about what teenagers are like from any sort of recent experience, a lot of high-school anime seems to have picked up a template and set to mastering it rather than building from the characters. Yasuhiro Yoshiura doesn't quite completely break free - there are a lot of times when this film could work harder to defy expectations - but he does put the template to good use and seldom seems to be lazy about it.

It's also pretty good science fiction; Yoshiura has done another series/movie involving androids discovering some agency (Time of Eve), and he certainly seems to be starting from the position where we've got a lot of artificial intelligence software around us right now, and what's the world look like if we push it a little further. The folks in this movie don't seem to be trying to create an autonomous being like Commander Data who might rebel, but rather an Alexa/Siri that can interact with people in a familiar way in the physical world, and that feels like a distinction that a lot of people who write this sort of sci-fi adventure don't grasp.

So, one more show tomorrow, then hopefully on disc later this year. If you like this sort of thing, you can do a lot worse.

Ai no utagoe wo kikasete (Sing a Bit of Harmony)

* * * (out of four)
Seen 23 January 2022 in AMC Boston Common #10 (special presentation, DCP)

Yasuhiro Yoshiura's Sing a Bit of Harmony starts out setting up a sort of classic sci-fi premise and then veering into said premise eventually leading to complete, embarrassing disaster, something that more stories like this probably ought to try. It eventually becomes a somewhat conventional young-adult-friendly anime, but earns a lot of good will from being occasionally unpredictable and is good enough to coast on that rather than squander it.

The high concept is that Hoshima Systems is planning to secretly place its latest Artificial Intelligence in a robot body and enroll it in Keibu High School, figuring that if it can pass for a couple of weeks, it will be an incredible victory. Project Shion was developed by Mitsuko Amano (voice of Sayaka Ohara) whose daughter Satomi (voice of Haruka Fukuhara) is a student there, along with childhood friend and computer prodigy Toma (voice of Asuka Kudo). The trouble is, "Shion Ashimori" (voice of Tao Tsuchiya) immediately comes off as a lunatic, interrupting her introduction to the class to ask Satomi if she is happy and then breaking into song. Her second musical number causes her to short-circuit completely in front of Satomi, Toma, confidence-lacking judo club member, "Thunder" (voice of Satoshi Hino) Toma's friend Goto (voice of Kazuyuki Okitsu), and Goto's girlfriend Aya (voice of Mikako Komatsu). Straight-laced Satomi, derisively known as "Princess Tattletale" by much of the student body, begs the other students not to tell what happened while Toma fixes Shion, lest it reflect badly on her mother in the patriarchal power structure of Hoshima.

It initially looks like someone at Hoshima has programmed Shion's neural net with nothing but high-school anime theme songs with the intent of sabotaging Mitsuko, and while Yoshiura doesn't exactly go that direction - it's a funny premise but one which would inevitably put the focus on the adults rather than the kids - he and co-writer Ichiro Okouchi spend a fair amount of time tapping into that screwball energy. As sci-fi, it's a clever and welcome inversion of tropes; Shion's alarming exuberance and cockeyed take on the world being what makes her strange rather than stilted delivery and excessive literalism is in many ways more believable these days when everybody has access to a pretty-good natural language processor with the occasional witty response in their pockets. It also proves to be a fertile set-up for comedy, as Shion comes off as something like Satomi's annoying little sister on the one hand and high-school romance clichés from Aya thinking Goto is into the new girl or the weird "prince" fixation of shojo manga can suddenly go completely off the rails as Shion casually takes control of anything on the local network and generally makes no attempt to be inconspicuous whatsoever.

Eventually, a more conventional storyline finds its way to the fore, but it works in large part because Yoshiura and his team have actually been kind of clever with what they seed. Care is taken to make sure supporting characters like Aya are not silly one-note adversaries, for instance, and the tensions inside Mitsuko's workplace are all the more tense for not having her supervisors and rivals be obvious mustache-twirling villains, making the moments when she seems crushed all the more believably dark, despite the zaniness seen elsewhere. The filmmakers don't approach AI in a technophobic way, often making the way that Hoshima dominates Keibu as the largest employer with their AI and robotics saturating the landscape is well-observed. One could see a more adult-skewing story told in this world portraying it as more sinister, although it seems fairly normal for the teenage characters and mostly functional. The stakes are well short of Shion becoming Skynet, but there's tension at a level that works for a group of mostly-average teenagers.

Visually, the film is fairly grounded as well - there's an AI's-eye-view bit at the start and a couple of other points, but for the most part Yoshiura and company stay in a recognizable world, populating it with robots and other pieces of tech that seem to be a few baby steps ahead of what's out there now; the backgrounds are busy enough that a viewer will spend some time looking at them to figure out the world but not distracting. The character designs are standard - Satomi with the sensible haircut, Toma with the lines around his eyes to make him look constantly frazzled, Shion with the flowing-but-perfect mane, etc. - but they don't quite come across as placeholders, and the voice acting in at least the Japanese soundtrack is good. Tao Tsuchiya mostly walks a tricky line as Shioin, since she's got to be earnest but also deranged in a way that signals that she's inhumanly weird but not actually dangerous. The animation is smooth and active enough throughout that the musical numbers feel a piece with the rest even though things have been kicked up a notch. There's something not quite satiric, but poking around the edges, about how Satomi's favorite cartoon kind of looks like a latter-day Disney animated feature, almost smoother than the "real world" around it, slick and kind of juvenile.

I suspect that those more familiar with the genres at play here, the Japanese high school romantic comedy in particular, will find a lot of places where the filmmakers are poking at the sillier bits and finding ways to tweak them without alienating their audience. By chance or design, it hit theaters in North America about a week after Mamaru Hosoda's more-heralded Belle did (four months separated them in Japan), and while it's not so fancy a movie, it's solid and smart even if it's not quite such a departure from the norm as it initially seems to be.

Full review at eFilmCritic