Wednesday, May 25, 2016

The Current Cinema 16.4

The Nice Guys

Deconstructive. Self deprecating. Knowingly subversive. Whatever one wants to label Shane Black's "The Nice Guys", I'm all for it. Finally, after so many knock offs, he gives us a stone cold, raucous 'sun noir' that not only dips into the 70's title font bucket, but seems to fall in love with the overall hazy, sun-drenched milieu of the times just as easily. Like the best of the genre (i.e. Altman's "The Long Goodbye", Aldrich's "Hustle", Mulligan's "The Nickel Ride" or Bogdanovich's "Paper Moon" which trust me will make more sense once you've seen both films), Black's film ambles, waddles and hints at so many prevailing winds of attitude, 'hippiedom' and culture clashes that the basic story of two private investigators (Russell Crowe and Ryan Gosling) trying to locate a missing girl becomes secondary to the effort. It's the oblique journey and not the straight up conclusion that makes this and fellow neo-noirs so compelling and immersive. Like the visual style of the film- which is often more inclined to tail off from the narrative and hover over some Los Angeles landmark or take more joy in the nighttime valley of lights that is hypnotic 1977 Los Angeles- "The Nice Guys" challenges our expectations of a "thriller" and provides us something much more interesting and non derivative. Black's script is tone perfect, darkly humorous (i.e. a man on stilts receiving a very random bullet) and whip smart. Oh, and it does get around to solving the central mystery which is just another satisfactory tentacle to the film's pleasures.


A Bigger Splash

Luca Guadagnino's "A Bigger Splash" works best in the first two-thirds when it's unmoored from any real narrative drive, its camera careening and tracking and swiveling to follow four aimless, sensational and dance frenzied set of people in the Italian countryside. That two of the people were once lovers (Tilda Swinton and Ralph Fiennes) and the other two include the new boyfriend (Mattias Schoenarts) and daughter (Dokata Johnson) of the ex-pat couple only heightens the slow burn tension. It's in the final act- when all the swirling aspects of jealousy and passive aggressiveness finally rear their heads- that surprisingly "A Bigger Splash" loses its spark. The image of a hidden restaurant carved into the side of a field mountain or the way Fiennes looks directly into the cameras as he preens and dances to The Rolling Stones "Emotional Rescue" give the film an embellished energy that can't be matched in its finale. Yet, like his previous film "I Am Love", Guadagnino's stylish creativity behind the camera reveal a talent who still has some great masterpiece inside him.


The Other Side ( Louisiana)

Italian Roberto Minervini seems to be one of the few international directors burrowing his foreign gaze on the marginal quarters of the U.S. His "Texas trilogy" of films (which includes the well respected film "Stop the Pounding Heart" which I haven't seen yet) will be highly circumspect from a native Texan such as myself, but his latest film "The Other Side" has me curious. Following a family of down-and-out grungy drug users, alcoholics and general roustabouts in the far reaches of the Louisiana bayou, it's a film that claims to be a 'documentary', but I seriously doubt its hybrid approach. Too many scenes feel compromised for dramatic effect... as if its one big bayou freak show put on for the red flashing lights on the camera. Even more dubious is the abrupt tangent the film embarks upon during its final twenty minutes, leaving the family behind and turning its focus on a group of military survivalists teaching each other how to deal with the impending apocalypse. There's plenty of drinking, shooting guns and Obama-swearing as "The Other Side" shifts towards a more radical approach of low-income American miserablism. As if the first half didn't hammer home the idea of suffocated lifestyle in this otherworldly part of the U.S. the second half doesn't provide much hope either. Maybe the whole thing is a Harmony Korine-like hoax.


The Lobster

A film I admire more than like. Review on Dallas Film Now


Belladonna of Sadness

Based on a mid ninteenth century about witchcraft and not released in this country for over 30 years, this "adult" cartoon weaves a heartbreaking and eye-popping tale. Full review on Dallas Film Now.


Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

An Appreciation: Elia Kazan

A Tree Grows In Brooklyn (1945) **1/2- Kazan's debut film doesn't contain the amateur dazzle of say Nicholas Ray or John Huston, but its a different animal all together. More of a social family drama about the effects of lower income life on young Francie (Peggy Ann Garner), her face is so emotive against a world of weak and flawed adults that she carries the film on her thin shoulders.


Boomerang (1947) *1/2 - I realize this is Hollywood post World War II and its hard to expect bone-shattering authenticity from its films of the time, but "Boomerang" feels disjointed, limp and way too left-leaning to be taken seriously as either a police procedural or an expose of small Northeastern town political skulduggery. By the time district attorney Dana Andrews self-implodes his own case and begins to rally for the criminal he's prosecuting, I lost hope for anything short of liberal panhandling.


The Sea of Grass (1947) *** - Not quite a western, but a soap opera set within the confines of a western with Katherine Hepburn falling in love and having children with two men (Spencer Tracey and Robert Walker) which causes all sorts of uproar. One can still feel Kazan searching for himself. Not everything works with "The Sea of Grass", but it is commendable for the way it grapples with some risque material and dares to follow the path of destruction across the generations of children trying to cope with the predicament laid at their feet by their parents.


Gentleman's Agreement (1947) ** - Respectable drama that grapples with some sensitive and intelligent themes- i.e. Gregory Peck writing a story on the prevalence of Antisemitism in the U.S.- yet the screenplay and performances understands its self-importance early on and devolve into a series of overblown, stagey monologues. One can feel Kazan trying to find his footing as social commentator.


Pinky (1949) * - Yet another very-serious-social-drama from Kazan, this time confronting racism in the form of light skinned Pinky (Jeanne Crain) when she returns home to the South and experiences the wave of injustices all over again. It's a troubling effort, to say the least, shortsighted in its conservative placement of a thoroughly Caucasian actress and unconvincing in her performance which never breaks free from the privileged white actress mold of the 1940's. At times, Kazan's effort even feels counterproductive to the ails of society it purports to admonish. A sure failure on just about every level.


Panic In the Streets (1950) *** - Well made semi thriller about a cop (Widmark) trying to catch a highly contagious killer in New Orleans. The gothic appeal of New Orleans, the sweaty atmosphere of time running out and Kazan's own relinquishing of sermonizing result in a good time here.


A Streetcar Named Desire (1951) ***1/2 - Much has been made of Kazan's ennobling of actors.... specifically Marlon Brando, and in this Tennessee Williams adaptation, the performances feel like something from another planet. Brando is electric in every sense of the word and the sexual frustration, sweat and body odors just seem to drip off the screen.


Viva Zapata (1952) **1/2 - Despite a powerful ending- marked by the somber faces of old women surveying the betrayal and a transgression of soul from man to horse- "Viva Zapata!" loses some of its force in the ambiguous actions of its Mexican folk hero (played by Brando in a pretty terrible make up job). Devoid of any cohesive political ambition for why the characters are risking life and limb outside of casual socialistic obligations, the film feels a bit afraid to fully embrace the assuredly murky real story of Emiliano Zapata and the revolutionary nature of early twentieth century Mexico.


Man On a Tightrope (1953) **** - Perhaps Kazan's unsung great work, "Man On a Tightrope" also contains a delicious title, both literally as a circus manager (Fredric March) and once-tightrope walker and secondly as a man trying to pull away from the strings of Communist oppression. His idea- to defect his entire circus troupe if his own workers, family and competition can spare their in fighting and jealous deceptions long enough. Moments of extreme humor (such as the "meeting" between March and arch rival Robert Beatty) only heighten the immense affinity we feel for the cast and their desperate plan to escape the Iron Curtain, all brought to a thrilling head in the finale that blends action, pathos (oh that stoic face of elderly grandma watching on in horror) and tension. It's easy to see how this film was lost after the success of his next three or four films, but it deserves its place in Kazan's canon. Not available on DVD.


On the Waterfront (1954) **** - Like "A Streetcar Named Desire", there's not much left to be said about the greatness of "On the Waterfront" except its a film so perfect.... so ahead of its time..... that one cannot help but see its reverberations throughout film history both in the film itself and the indelible mark it left on future filmmakers.


East of Eden (1955) ***1/2 - Like his films with Brando, James Dean brings a primal restlessness in this family western that jettisons safe Hollywood drama and aims for high soap operatics... often hitting more than missing.


Baby Doll (1956) *** - A bit perverse in that early-60's-sexually-laced-innuendo-way that certain filmmakers were terrific at, "Baby Doll" is a nice black comedy that takes the boiling frustration of earlier films like "A Streetcar Named Desire" and makes it more overt. Carroll Baker, as the young titular wife of Karl Malden (for my money) out-Lolita's Sue Lyon as the teenage vixen. The film gets better as it goes along, placing poor Malden between a sexual rock and a financial hard place.


A Face In the Crowd (1957) ***- Exhaustive from start to finish as Andy Griffiths portrays a drunken bumpkin who ascends to stardom as a folk singing cultural prophet. Combining Peter Finch ala "Network"... pre-dating Beatle-mania.... and mixing in some brutal stabs at political and media stalwarts, "A Face In the Crowd" has alot on its mind. It winds up being a pretty sorrowful reflection on hollow stardom.


Wild River (1960) **1/2- Sometime around the early 60's venerated filmmakers began making films about the collision of progression versus naturalistic existence. Nicholas Ray in "Wind Across the Evergaldes, for case in point. "Wild River" is Kazan's interpretation of the idea and while it boasts some strong performances from Montgomery Clift and Lee Remick, it falls a bit flat in its wide-eyed liberalism. Exploring the actions of a county authority to remove an old lady and her family from land that will be flooded to make room for a new dam, the film ensures it hits all the important topics of the day while wrapping a fairly contrived romance around the edges. Most interesting for the performances and because, like "Man On A Tightrope", its one o the harder Kazan films to track down. Available on region 2 DVD.



Splendor in the Grass (1961) **1/2- My unending love for Natalie Wood aside, this mawkish teen drama about the sour high school romance between Wood and boyfriend Warren Beatty feels like Kazan trying to reclaim the masochistic moodiness of Brando and Dean in his 50's films. This time, the focus is on the female side of the relationship as Wood doesn't take her break-up all that well. The second half of the film- which deals with the damaging imprints on the two lovers as they grow older- feels more genuine than the first half.


America, America (1963) *** - Molded from Kazan's own family of Greek immigrants, this is an epic (three hour) journey of a young man (Stathis Giallelis) suffering, being beaten down by life, swindled, and then re-born as someone else all to get himself to America where, ironically, this whole process will most likely start over again. Like "El Norte", its a film that details the excruciating journey rather than the cathartic arrival. Like all of Kazan's films, the faces are weary and etched with life and the scrambling of humanity for the basic necessities in life become the overwhelming purpose of his characters.


The Arrangement (1969) *1/2 - Muddled and confused portrait of a successful ad executive (Kirk Douglas) having a mid life crisis both in his work and love affair between wife and mistress (Faye Dunaway). I can feel Kazan thinking that the film's pushing-envelope sexuality is enough to buoy the effort's incompetence, but it still comes off as a bore. If one is looking for better late 60's male psychosis disillusion, watch Frank Perry's mysterious and penetrating "The Swimmer" instead.


The Visitors (1972) *** - If watching this gives one deja-vu about Peckinpah's "Straw Dogs",  its because the two films were released only a year apart and deal with some of the same uncomfortable themes of embattled masculinity and post war trauma. Peckinpah's vision is much more piercing, yet the most fascinating thing about "The Visitors" is that it resembles virtually nothing else in Kazan's ouevre. Mostly handheld, grimy interiors and a penchant for long distance point of view shots dominate the picture. Not available on DVD


The Last Tycoon (1976) ***1/2 - Kazan's final film is elegiac and mounted with a sense of fragility, such as the half-built beach house Deniro has consigned not because its necessary, but simply so he can have some place to "come read scripts when I want." Lots of films have tried to capture that twilight serenity and amber glow of forties Hollywood, but "The Last Tycoon" feels like its come the closest. Throw in a doomed love affair (with beautiful Irene Boulting) and the shrinking powers of the studios via a writer's strike and the entire film becomes a crescendo of finality. I also can't imagine a more appropriate final shot for Kazan- a man who spent his entire life in the industry- as DeNiro slowly walks into a darkened movie studio set and becomes engulfed in its infinite glory.

Thursday, May 05, 2016

In Praise of Maggie Cheung #4





The following is an ongoing series about the prolific work of actress Maggie Cheung.




Irma Vep (1996)

For pure fetishism, I'm pretty sure Maggie Cheung's performance in Olivier Assayas' "Irma Vep" will linger in the favorable minds of fans for a very long time. Not only does she mostly slink around in a body-forming black latex outfit, but her often vacant look and malleable presence signify some sort of human living doll complex within the viewer. Of course, the film wants that to be the point as its a meta-meta look at filmmaking, updating old classics and the irreversible collision of creative minds figuring their craft out as they go along. But, as for Maggie herself, she gives an incredible performance as the "living doll", always ready to take direction or simply observe the cast and fellow crew as they stumble through their remake of Louis Feuillade's "Les Vampires" series. Serving as the real international calling card for director Assayas (whom Maggie would eventually marry for several years in 1998) "Irma Vep" also set Maggie up for more widespread recognition here in the States as the film was both a critical and art house success.



Millionaire Cop (1993)


First off, I'm not recommending "Millionaire Cop" to anyone besides the most dedicated Cheung fan. It's an awful film... schizophrenic in mood (a comedy, a supernatural thriller, a musical?) and plotting, it takes all one's strength just to stay with it. The plot- concerning a cop who goes undercover with a look alike rich businessman to prevent his kidnapping- certainly loses something in translation. Only available from someone's worn out Chinese VHS copy (complete with blue screen stoppage for about 2 seconds in the middle!) the English subtitles are negligent at best. Regardless of all that, "Millionaire Cop" does feature a fetching performance by Cheung as the girlfriend of the businessman ultimately charmed by this new personality. 



Supercop (1992)



The third film in Jackie Chan's ultra successful "Police Story" trilogy is gloriously exuberant in its action sequences (helicopters versus trains, Rambo style jungle explosions etc.) but amiss in its usage of Cheung. Cauterized to only a few scenes, including a poolside resort setting that devolves into a keystone cops routine of physical comedy that remains the best portion of the film, this is all Jackie Chan all the time. Fairing better on the feminist side, though, is Michelle Yeoh as Chan's partner who gets just as many (if not better) choreographed fight sequences. Still, it needs to be seen for a Cheung completest. And my vote for stunt performer double goes to whomever took the Maggie Cheung fall from a helicopter onto the hood of a car and then onto the street. It looked like they missed their mark and it really, really hurt.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Trial and Error: Yoshitaro Nomura's "The Incident"

Being a huge fan of Japanese director's Yoshitaro Nomura's 1974 film "Castle of Sand", it's easy to see what attracted him to the subject matter of "The Incident", which was released four years later and racked up numerous Japanese film awards. Lengthy, dense and ultimately concerned with the shifting perspectives surrounding the murder of young Hatsuko (Keiko Matsuzaka), "The Incident" plays like a John Grisham novel transposed to Japan. By playing with the viewer's expectations.... giving us snippets of possibilities... parading a host of possible suspects, witnesses and innocent bystanders.... the film expertly navigates the murky waters of young love short-circuited by affairs, questions and insidious personalities. And, since its based on a novel by respected writer Kaneto Shindo, there's plenty of talk about the impact of environment on man. Long a subject of fascination for Japanese culture, "The Incident" makes it clear that the man accused of the murder, Hiroshi (Toshiyuki Nagashima), certainly seems to have little control over the spiraling judicial body firmly deciding his fate. It's no surprise he confesses to the murder in the opening ten minutes of the film. Things only get more complex from there.

Hands clutched to his side and eyes fervently poised downward, filmmaker Nomura constantly frames Hiroshi as some sort of fallen Greek god aimlessly watching the jury deciding his fate. There are onlookers as well- namely members of the press, his current impregnated fiance Yoshiko (Shinobu Ohtake, who's also the sister of the victim) numerous witnesses and elderly family members perched just behind him throughout the trial. Alternating between measured, careful dialogue of examination and cross-examination within the courtroom and the moments leading up to and including the murder, "The Incident" walks a precarious line of fact and blurred memory fiction. Just how reliable is the testimony of the witnesses? What exactly is the relationship of Hiroshi and Hatsuko? What do all those furtive glances between suspect and sister in the courtroom really mean? Over the course of two hours and twenty minutes, Nomura carefully builds a web of "Rashomon"-like events that fold and twist and bend around each other. Like he did in "Castle of Sand"- another film interested in the reverberations of the past on the present- Nomura mines an especially stringent intellectual thriller.


If the final verdict of the film is far less interesting than the serpentine-like path it took to get there, I feel that's the point. Compared to Nomura's other works (and its a shame more are not available on DVD, including this great film) "The Incident" fits neatly into his worldview of panoramic events whose real apocalypse can only be felt in the hearts of an unlucky few. A father and son in "Castle of Sand". A couple in "The Incident". A weathered, somewhat evil husband in "The Demon". While the whole world seems to be caught up in their own self-satisfying objectives in the death of beautiful Hatsuko, Nomura reminds us in a lyrical yet subtly dark closing shot that, perhaps, the greatest victim of this particular incident hasn't even been born yet.

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Music I'm Diggin' Right Now

Unlike 2015 where I had to bury deep beneath the surface to find some music I could tolerate, 2016 has been terrific so far. Of course it helps when perennial faves release new albums, but its been nice.







I think it'll be hard to top this album for my favorite of the year 8 months hence.











Friday, April 15, 2016

The Current Cinema 16.3

Everybody Wants Some

I'm leaving off the bad punctuation of the title, which like the rest of the film, is fairly extraneous. It pains me to call this one of Linklater's worst, but there it is. Rekindling the plotless, amiable, time capsule reverie of "Dazed and Confused", this one places his lost and delirious youth at the birth of the 80's and also at ground zero of their college experience. Following a bevy of newcomers (some better, some who fare much worse) during the weekend before school starts, "Everybody Wants Some" is a uniquely masculine experiment, placing focus on the testosterone fueled group of baseball players at fictional Southeastern Texas College. Binge drinking, girl-chasing, swearing and pranks are the rigor, and not much depth beyond that. Linklater strains a few decently human strings together towards the end as young Jake (Blake Jenner, the closest thing the film has to a male lead and our central attachment) forms a relationship with Beverly (Zoey Deutsch) and their awkward, searching friendship takes hold in Brady Bunch-style split screen phone calls and a very intellectually stimulating party. No wonder these jocks feel like they're in outer space when they show up. The final 20 minutes of "Everybody Wants Some" feel like the closest thing to Linklater's previous films of growth, verbal intimacy and endearment. Perhaps it's this historical wealth built up by the filmmaker that would allow him to have some vacuous fun here. Regardless, its still a film of odious personalities who live, breathe and react in an artificial construction of 80's films.... one whose song choices are just as obvious and obligatory as the endless carousing of its dull-headed young men and women.


Tumbledown

Allow my Jason Sudeikis moratorium to expire with "Tumbledown". Sean Mewshaw's romantic drama not only provides him with his best and most affable performance to date, but its also a film of surprising warmth, humility and carefully crafted emotional manipulations. Oh, and Rebecca Hall is pretty damn amazing also. Taking the narrative of cult-songwriter worship to varying heights, "Tumbledown" initially wallows in grief as Hannah (Hall) struggles to come out from under the shadow of her late husband's death. Added to her grief is the fact he released one personal album that (as mentioned in the same vein as Kurt Cobain) still resonates around the world as a lost musical genius. Obsessed with writing a biography of the man, Sudeikis enters Hannah's world as the two try to manage their expectations and accolades for the man from drastically different sides of his persona. Packing a huge emotional wallop, "Tumbledown" is a film that builds slowly. Part romantic comedy and part backwoods New York cultural war, I wasn't expecting the ultimate wallop it delivers. There are no big dramatic shifts or surprise secrets, just a cautious and searching tale about the lives we lead after unforeseen devastation. Just watch the scene where Hall listens to a previously unrealized song and watch the shadows of memory, love and loss sway across her face. In that single moment, "Tumbledown" hooked its claws into me and never let go.


Mr. Right

Anna Kendrick and Sam Rockwell maintain sharp chemistry. It's just too bad one has to squint to see it amongst the bad Tarantino-violence. Full review Dallas Film Now.


Criminal

I lost track how many times during Ariel Vroman's insipid thriller I rolled my eyes. This is the type of lazy action film that has every single person's movements tracked by cell phone GPS or facial recognition data, and yet the person everyone's looking for shows up at the home of the female whose central to the plot. Despite being stacked with great talent (Kevin Costner, Tommy Lee Jones and Gary Oldman), "Criminal" wastes everyone involved.