Thursday, February 28, 2019
Hail and farewell to André Previn
As the New York Times duly notes, André Previn "wrote or arranged the music for several dozen movies and was the only person in the history of the Academy Awards to receive three nominations in one year (1961, for the scores for Elmer Gantry and Bells Are Ringing and the song “Faraway Part of Town” from the comedy Pepe)." The multitalented composer-conductor and bon vivant -- who died Thursday at age 89 -- also collected Oscars for scoring Gigi (1959), Porgy and Bess (1960), Irma La Douce (1964) and My Fair Lady (1965). He did not write famous songs like ‘Summertime’ and ‘I Could Have Danced All Night’ — he arranged and orchestrated them, creating the versions heard on the soundtracks."
Lest we forget: He also composed the score (or at least that part of it that wasn't composed by Tchaikovsky) for Ken Russell's deliriously unhinged The Music Lovers, a film that played off and on for nearly two years at the Gentilly-Orleans, my favorite New Orleans art house during my college years. And, yeah, there was that Mia Farrow connection.
Saturday, February 23, 2019
Answering for a friend: Who will win the Oscars?
OK, stop me if you’ve heard this one: You decided
weeks ago to forego any serious Academy Award prognostications — indeed, you’re
not entirely sure you’re going to actually watch the Oscarcast — when you get
an anxious email on the day before Oscar night from a dear friend who’s
entering an Oscar betting pool, and really needs your help with handicapping. So
you sit down, look over the list of nominees, pick your favorites — except, of
course, in those categories where you don’t really have a favorite — and then
forget about what you’d pick because your friend wants to know what Academy
voters will pick, dammit.
Best Picture:
SHOULD WIN: BlacKkKlansman
WILL WIN: Green Book
WILL WIN: Green Book
Lead Actor:
SHOULD WIN: Viggo Mortensen, Green
Book
WILL WIN: Rami Malek, Bohemian Rhapsody
WILL WIN: Rami Malek, Bohemian Rhapsody
Lead Actress:
SHOULD WIN: Lady Gaga, A Star Is Born
WILL WIN: Glenn
Close, The Wife
Supporting Actor:
SHOULD WIN: Sam Elliott, A Star Is Born
WILL WIN: Mahershala Ali, Green Book
WILL WIN: Mahershala Ali, Green Book
Supporting Actress:
SHOULD AND WILL WIN: Regina King, If Beale Street Could Talk
Director:
SHOULD WIN: Spike Lee, BlacKkKlansman
WILL WIN: Alfonso Cuarón, Roma
WILL WIN: Alfonso Cuarón, Roma
Animated Feature:
SHOULD AND WILL WIN: Spider-Man:
Into the Spider-Verse, Bob Persichetti, Peter Ramsey, Rodney Rothman
Animated Short:
WILL WIN: Bao, Domee Shi
Adapted Screenplay:
SHOULD AND WILL WIN: BlacKkKlansman,
Charlie Wachtel, David Rabinowitz, Kevin Willmott, Spike Lee
Original Screenplay:
SHOULD WIN: First Reformed,
Paul Schrader
WILL WIN: Green Book, Nick Vallelonga, Brian Currie, Peter Farrelly
WILL WIN: Green Book, Nick Vallelonga, Brian Currie, Peter Farrelly
Cinematography:
SHOULD WIN: Cold War,
Lukasz Zal
WILLWIN: The Favourite, Robbie Ryan
WILLWIN: The Favourite, Robbie Ryan
Best
Documentary Feature:
SHOULD AND WILL WIN: RBG,
Betsy West, Julie Cohen
Best
Documentary Short Subject:
SHOULD AND WILL
WIN: A Night at the Garden, Marshall
Curry
Best Live Action Short Film:
WILL WIN:
Marguerite, Marianne Farley
Best
Foreign Language Film:
SHOULD AND WILL WIN: Roma
(Mexico)
Film Editing:
SHOULD WIN: BlacKkKlansman, Barry Alexander Brown
WILL WIN: The Favourite, Yorgos Mavropsaridis
WILL WIN: The Favourite, Yorgos Mavropsaridis
Sound
Editing:
SHOULD WIN: First Man,
Ai-Ling Lee, Mildred Iatrou Morgan
WILL WIN: Bohemian Rhapsody, John Warhurst
Sound Mixing:
WILL WIN: Bohemian Rhapsody, John Warhurst
Sound Mixing:
SHOULD WIN: First Man
WILL WIN: Bohemian Rhapsody
WILL WIN: Bohemian Rhapsody
Production
Design:
SHOULD AND WILL WIN: Black
Panther, Hannah Beachler
Original Score:
SHOULD WIN: BlacKkKlansman, Terence Blanchard
WILL WIN: Mary Poppins Returns, Marc
Shaiman, Scott Wittman
Original
Song:
SHOULD WIN: “When A Cowboy Trades His Spurs
For Wings” from The Ballad of Buster
Scruggs by David Rawlings and Gillian Welch
WILL WIN: “Shallow” from A Star Is Born by Lady Gaga, Mark Ronson, Anthony Rossomando,
Andrew Wyatt and Benjamin Rice
Makeup
and Hair:
SHOULD
AND WILL WIN: Vice
Costume Design:
SHOULD
AND WILL WIN: Black Panther, Ruth E.
Carter
Visual
Effects:
SHOULD
WIN: First Man
WILL WIN: Solo: A Star Wars Story
Friday, February 08, 2019
A brief story about Albert Finney, oral sex, Jack J. Valenti, and me
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Wednesday, January 02, 2019
R.I.P. Al Reinert -- Co-scripter of Apollo 13, director of For All Mankind and An Unreal Dream: The Michael Morton Story
Very sad to pass on some bad news: Al Reinert, the former Houston Chronicle crime beat reporter and Texas Monthly feature writer who earned Academy Award nominations for directing the Apollo space mission documentary For All Mankind (1989) and co-scripting Ron Howard’s fact-based drama Apollo 13 (1995), passed away at age 71 on the morning of New Year’s Eve at his home in Wimberly, Texas.
At the time of his death, he was preparing another interstellar feature: Above It All, a documentary about the International Space Station. But he also made an impressive impact back here on earth, with his remarkable 2013 documentary An Unreal Dream: The Michael Morton Story.
Back in 1990, I interviewed Reinert about For All Mankind, which earned the top
jury and audience documentary awards at the 1989 Sundance Film Festival — and
which Reinert was inspired to construct, without any formal training as a
filmmaker, after serendipitously discovering vast quantities of NASA archival
footage.
“I figured, hey,
we could make this movie real cheap and simple,” he told me nearly 30 years
ago. “I mean, the government’s spent all this money to shoot the film, so there’ll
be nothing to it. It’s like, we thought we had discovered a goldmine.”
Of course, it
wasn’t nearly as simple as that. And the finished product proved to be something
far more substantial than a found-footage collage. Indeed, even viewers who watched
every televised detail of the epochal Apollo space program of the 1960s and ‘70s
found themselves amazed and engrossed by the out-of-this-world spectacle that
Reinert artfully assembled.
For the benefit
of those who tuned in late: For All Mankind offers a single, composite
narrative culled from NASA archival footage of nine 1968-72 lunar missions.
Audiences accustomed to thinking of astronauts as white-bread bland were (and
still are) delighted by the unexpected hilarity: Frat-house horseplay in the
spacecraft, exhilarating joyrides on the lunar surface. (One astronaut bursts
into song: “While strolling on the moon one dayyyyy…”) But the movie is more
than fun and games: Reinert balanced the hijinks with images that, despite
their familiarity, had (and still have) an undiminished ability to astonish. And
those images were underscored with haunting music by Brian Eno, and enthralling
interviews with Apollo astronauts.
Reinert, a
self-described fortysomething “ex-hippie” at the time of our 1990 conversation,
admitted that he “never was much of a space buff” before stumbling across the
NASA film-clip treasure trove more than a decade earlier. At that time, he was
researching a Texas Monthly article about the 10th anniversary of the
Apollo 11 moon landing.
“But I didn't
cover space, I wasn't particularly interested in space,” he said. “In fact, the
reason I did my first space story when I did was because nothing was going on
in space. I went to NASA after Apollo, and before the space shuttle, when NASA was
sort of in limbo. And that’s what intrigued me about NASA at the time: Like,
hey, what are all these people doing down there?”
His timing was
impeccable.
“I met my first astronauts when they weren’t busy, and they had time to talk. It was years after they’d gone to the moon, and they weren't being hounded by interviewers like they were when they first came back, when they really had nothing to say. And when everybody — including me — was completely convinced that they were boring.
“I met my first astronauts when they weren’t busy, and they had time to talk. It was years after they’d gone to the moon, and they weren't being hounded by interviewers like they were when they first came back, when they really had nothing to say. And when everybody — including me — was completely convinced that they were boring.
“When I hit ‘em,
eight years later, not only had all this percolated a lot, and they had a lot
of things to say — when I hit ‘em, nobody had asked them anything about this in
years. So I dragged my tape recorder down there, and I’d just sit around for
hours with these guys. Nobody would interrupt us, and they had nothing better
to do.”
Reinert
accumulated over 80 hours of taped interviews, in which the Apollo astronauts
spoke of their in-flight impressions, their on-the-moon memories, and their
post-mission dreams. Among his favorite anecdotes: ''Ken Mattingly [of the
Apollo 12 mission] went to see 2001: A Space Odyssey eight times in the
six months before he blasted off, just to get himself psyched up.”
On a hunch,
Reinert visited the NASA film and video archive, to view footage of an incident
described by one of the astronauts. The underworked archivists were more than
willing to find the footage Reinert requested.
"I looked at
it, and I said, ‘Hey, that's great!’ And they said, ‘Yeah? Well, we got a lot
more, you know.’”
Lots and lots
more, as it turned out. The footage was freely available to anyone -- TV news
directors, documentary filmmakers, anyone -- willing to pay the fee for 16mm or
videotape copies. But hardly anybody had taken the time to view as much of it,
over extended periods, as Reinert did.
“NASA really has very little to say about it,” Reinert said. “Anybody can walk in there and order footage. I mean, people can use it in porno movies. In fact, they have used it in porno movies.
“The trick is, knowing what you want. You can’t just walk in and say, oh, I want to order 2,000 hours’ worth of film. Because that will cost you hundreds of millions of dollars. The trick is knowing what you want out of those 2,000 hours.”
Reinert made his first visit to the NASA archives “two or three years before the shuttle really got going,” and made repeated visits during the next few years, “driving down there whenever I had nothing else to do.”
“NASA really has very little to say about it,” Reinert said. “Anybody can walk in there and order footage. I mean, people can use it in porno movies. In fact, they have used it in porno movies.
“The trick is, knowing what you want. You can’t just walk in and say, oh, I want to order 2,000 hours’ worth of film. Because that will cost you hundreds of millions of dollars. The trick is knowing what you want out of those 2,000 hours.”
Reinert made his first visit to the NASA archives “two or three years before the shuttle really got going,” and made repeated visits during the next few years, “driving down there whenever I had nothing else to do.”
“And I found
myself thinking, ‘Why has this never been seen on the big screen? Why haven’t I
seen this movie?’ And I just stupidly thought — well, it was the Judy Garland
syndrome of, ‘Hey, let's put on a show.’ Only with me, it was, ‘Hey, I can make
this! I'm a writer — so how hard can this be?’”
Actually, the
hardest part — harder than blowing up the scratchy 16mm copies to clean 35mm
prints, harder even than coaxing money from investors — was creating the
illusion of a continuous narrative.
“Because, essentially, it was random film,” Reinert said. “It was never designed to be cut together. I mean, like, in the movie, we’ll cut from Apollo 13 straight to Apollo 14 to Apollo 16, all in one scene.
“Because, essentially, it was random film,” Reinert said. “It was never designed to be cut together. I mean, like, in the movie, we’ll cut from Apollo 13 straight to Apollo 14 to Apollo 16, all in one scene.
“Like the
bathroom scene — that came from an astronaut’s description of going to the
bathroom in space. I thought, ‘That's funny!’ But, OK, then the task was to go
find pictures of it. In the film, the scene consists of three pictures, one of
which is printed backwards — and it’s cut in the middle to the picture of the guys
putting on their gasmasks.”
It’s a funny
image, Reinert says, “but it's really a test of the emergency oxygen system.”
I had another
welcome opportunity for an extended chat with Reinert in 2013, this time at the
SXSW Film Festival, where An
Unreal Dream: The Michael Morton Story — his stirring
documentary about the wrongful conviction and ultimate exoneration of a Texas man
accused of brutally killing his wife in 1986 — was voted the audience
award in the Documentary Spotlight division.
Again, for latecomers: Morton, then gainfully
employed as an Austin grocery store inventory manager, was convicted (mostly on
the basis of circumstantial evidence) of beating his wife Christine to death in
their home — allegedly in front of their 3-year old son.
Mind you, the youngster told an investigator
that his father was not home at the time of the slaying — and that
someone else, described by the child as “a monster,” really killed his mom. But
this evidently meant little to then-Williamson County
district attorney Ken Anderson. The prosecutor never gave a
transcript of the child’s interview to Bill Allison, Morton’s defense lawyer.
Nor did he turn over other evidence that might have persuaded the jury not to
render a guilty verdict during Morton’s 1987 trial.
Thanks to the efforts of Houston
attorney John Raley and members of the New York-based Innocence Project, Morton
finally was freed from prison in 2011 after DNA testing exonerated him —and,
not incidentally, implicated Bastrop, Texas dishwasher Mark Alan Norwood, who
was convicted of Christine Morton’s murder in March 2013. Norwood
received his guilty sentence just a few days after An Unreal
Dream had its SXSW premiere — which was attended
by Reinert and Morton.
Some highlights of my conversation
with Reinert nine months after SXSW, and one month before An Unreal Dream premiered on CNN:
At what point did the
Michael Morton case pop up on your radar as a potential subject for a
documentary?
Pretty much around the time Michael got released from prison. I had a couple of friends who had told me about this story. And while I was living in Los Angeles at the time, I was able to watch him on the Internet. I’d already known a little bit about the case – but, really, it didn’t seem all that different to me. I mean, he’s not the only person who’s been wrongly convicted and then exonerated with DNA. It’s just that I had a friend who knew John Raley, and told me this was an especially interesting case, and I should be paying attention to it. So I saw Michael on the day he was released from prison. And I saw him on camera talking for the very first time – he was interviewed on TV that day, and we even have a little bit of that in the film. And right away, I thought this is not your average guy. This is an interesting guy. He’s got a certain charisma to him. And I kind of wanted to know more. So about a month later, I flew to Houston to meet John Raley, and had lunch with him, and started to learn more about this story. And the story kept getting more interesting the more I learned about it.
The remarkable thing about Michael Morton – this comes through in your film, and when you meet him in person – is that he seems so remarkably composed and equanimous for someone who spent more than two decades in prison for a murder he didn’t commit. He comes across as someone who is so – well, there’s no other word for it – forgiving.
He does. And it is remarkable. I know I couldn’t do it. Even if I could say the words, I couldn’t pull it off like he does. He’s very genuine about it. I think he came to terms with it while he was still in prison. And I know he gives a lot of credit to his Christian faith. I mean, he doesn’t talk a lot about Christ or Jesus that much. So it’s almost like a Zen kind of a thing. But I think he really did become a different person while behind bars.
What about you? Did you find yourself getting angry while you were researching this case?
Oh, sure. All of us who worked on the film were angry. Because a lot of this was still going on during the production. You had Ken Anderson basically blaming the system instead of himself. And the more we learned about it, the more everybody but Michael got angry.
Largely because of the injustice he endured, the Texas legislature passed in May 2013 the Michael Morton Act, which requires prosecutors to give defense attorneys any evidence relevant to their clients’ cases.
Yeah, I know – it’s been one astonishment after another with this case. To think that a Tea Party legislature could unanimously pass a reform bill that’s one of the strongest in the country – it’s just amazing. I don’t know how to account for it, other than the fact that a lot of these Tea Party types listened to Michael and believed his story. And it moved them. I know he lobbied for it pretty hard. It wasn’t like he was off in the sidelines while this bill that was named for him was floating around the capital.
When did you film the interviews for An Unreal Dream?
Most of the main interviews we did over Memorial Day weekend [in 2012]. That was our first weekend of shooting, really. And here’s the thing: We went in search of an old-fashioned kind of courtroom, because we wanted to put Michael in a courtroom that had that kind of To Kill a Mockingbird feel to it. And we scouted about a dozen courtrooms in Texas looking for one that looked right. And it turned out that the best-looking one of all was the one in Georgetown — where the original trial had actually happened.
We did not go there first. But we were fortunate, in that that courthouse is now a museum, as opposed to a working courthouse. Which meant the courtroom was available to rent. But you could only do that when the museum wasn’t open. And on Memorial Day weekend, they were closed for three days. So we were able to take over the courthouse, and shoot in there. That’s where we filmed Michael and John Raley and [defense lawyer] Bill Allison and the two jurors. Probably the heart of the movie was filmed that very first weekend.
Right there where it all happened.
Friday, December 28, 2018
Happy 123rd Birthday to Cinema!
On December 28, 1895, cinema in projected form was presented for the first time to a paying audience by two French brothers, Auguste and Louis Lumiere (pictured above), owners of a photographic studio in Lyons. They went to Paris to demonstrate their cinématographe -- the name they'd given their combination camera and projector -- by showcasing short films they had shot with their hand-cranked innovation.
According to legend: At the Grand Café at 14 Boulevard des Capucines, a man stood outside the building all day on December 28, handing out programs to passers-by. But cold weather kept many people from stopping. As a result, only 33 tickets were sold for the first show.
When the lights went down that evening in a makeshift theater in the basement of the Grand Café, a white screen was lit up with a photographic projection showing the doors of the Lumiere factory in Lyon. Without warning, the factory doors were flung open, releasing a stream of workers... and, wonder of wonders, everything moved. The audience was stunned.
This first film was entitled La sortie de l'usine Lumière à Lyon (Workers Leaving the Lumière Factory). Ten more short scenes followed, each reel roughly 17 meters in length, including Baby's Dinner (kinda-sorta the first home movie by proud parents, later echoed by Spike Lee in Lumiere & Company
Within a week, with no advertising but word of mouth, more than 2,000 spectators visited the Grand Café each day, each paying the admission price of one franc. The crowds were so huge, police had to be called in to maintain order. The age of cinema had begun. Vive le cinema.
Sunday, December 16, 2018
The Favourite is the early favorite for Houston Film Critics Society Awards
This
just in: The Houston Film Critics Society — the venerable organization that
counts yours truly as a founding member — has announced nominations for the 12th
annual HFCS movie awards. Yorgos Lanthimos’ The
Favourite leads the pack with seven nominations. Close behind: Black Panther and If Beale Street Could Talk, each with six nods, including Best
Picture; and A Star is Born and Vice, each with five nominations,
including Best Picture. Other Best Picture contenders are BlackKklansman, Eighth Grade, First
Reformed, Green Book, Hereditary and Roma.
Winners
will be announced Jan. 3, 2019 during an awards program at the Museum of Fine
Arts, Houston. The event, which kicks
off at 7 pm, will be open to the public at no charge. No, really. Free
admission. Honest. You can reserve your tickets here.
And
here is a full list of nominees:
Best Picture
A Star is Born, Black Panther, BlackKklansman, Eighth Grade, If
Beale Street Could Talk, The Favourite, First Reformed, Green Book, Hereditary,
Roma, Vice
Best Director
Bradley Cooper, A Star is Born; Alfonso Cuaron, Roma; Barry Jenkins, If Beale Street Could Talk; Yorgos
Lanthimos, The Favourite; Adam McKay,
Vice
Best Actor
Christian Bale, Vice;
Bradley Cooper, A Star is Born; Ethan
Hawke, First Reformed; Rami Malek, Bohemian Rhapsody; Viggo Mortensen, Green Book
Best Actress
Glenn Close, The Wife; Toni Collette, Hereditary; Olivia Colman, The Favourite; Lady Gaga, A Star is Born; Melissa McCarthy, Can You Ever Forgive Me?
Best Supporting Actor
Mahershala Ali, Green Book;
Timothee Chalamet, Beautiful Boy;
Adam Driver, BlackKklansman; Richard
E. Grant, Can You Ever Forgive Me?;
Michael B. Jordan, Black Panther
Best Supporting Actress
Amy Adams, Vice; Claire
Foy, First Man; Regina King, If Beale Street Could Talk; Emma Stone, The Favourite; Rachel Weisz, The Favourite
Best Screenplay
Bo Burnham, Eighth Grade;
Deborah Davis & Tony McNamara, The
Favourite; Paul Schrader, First
Reformed; Barry Jenkins, If Beale
Street Could Talk; Adam McKay, Vice
Best Cinematography
Rachel Morrison, Black
Panther; Linus Sandgren, First Man;
Robbie Ryan, The Favourite; James
Laxton, If Beale Street Could Talk;
Alfonso Cuaron, Roma
Incredibles 2, Isle of
Dogs, Mirai, Ralph Breaks the Internet, Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse
Ludwig Göransson, Black
Panther; Justin Hurwitz, First Man;
Nicholas Britell, If Beale Street Could
Talk; Alexandre Desplat, Isle of Dogs;
Thom Yorke, Suspiria
Best Original Song
“All the Stars,” Black
Panther; “Ashes,” Deadpool 2; “Hearts
Beat Loud,” Hearts Beat Loud; “Revelation,”
Boy Erased; “Shallow,” A Star is Born
Best Foreign Language Film
Burning, Border, Cold War, Roma, Shoplifters
Best Documentary Feature
Free Solo, Minding the Gap, RBG, Three Identical Strangers, Won’t
You Be My Neighbor?
Texas Independent Film Award
1985, An American in Texas, The
Standoff at Sparrow Creek, Support the Girls, Tejano
Visual Effects
Black Panther, First Man,
Mission: Impossible – Fallout
Best Poster
BlacKkKlansman (two),
Mandy, Suspiria (two)
Best Worst Film of the Year
The 5:17 to Paris, The Happytime Murders, Life Itself, Peppermint,
Venom
Monday, December 10, 2018
Sunday, November 25, 2018
Confession: I like Love, Actually
This is the time
of the year when some bizarre form of snarky group-think manifests itself, and
a lot of people start trash Tweeting about Love,
Actually. So I feel compelled to reprint my original 2003 review of the
film — which, actually, I quite liked.
Richard Curtis,
the screenwriter of Notting Hill and Four Weddings and Funeral, graduates
to multi-hyphenate status with Love, Actually, and it's altogether
appropriate to grant him a passing grade for his directorial debut. An
affectingly seriocomic crazy-quilt of overlapping love stories in and around
London, Curtis’ hugely enjoyable comedy-drama strikes a delicate balance
between silliness and seriousness, sentiment and sardonic wit, even as it warns
that not every love story ends happily ever after.
It’s a given, of
course, that if we're dealing with a scenario contrived by Curtis, Hugh Grant must
figure into the mix. Sure enough, the nimbly self-effacing farceur is first
among equals in the ensemble cast, gracefully playing a newly elected, vaguely
Tony Blair-ish prime minister who's conveniently unattached as he moves into
No. 10 Downing Street. He's scarcely through the front door before he's
distracted by Natalie (Martine McCutcheon), a chipper household staffer who's
all the more delectable for not being supermodel-svelte.
Truth to tell,
there's a bit of meat on her bones. And while she wears it well, she’s more
than a little self-conscious, thanks to a churlish ex-boyfriend who made
pointed reference to “thighs the size of tree trunks” before his departure.
The PM, savoring
the pleasure of her company, graciously offers to punish the bounder: “You
know, being prime minister, I could just have him killed.” (Not for the first
time in his career, Grant seizes upon a mildly amusing line and, with
perfect-pitch timing, makes it sound flat-out hilarious.) Natalie – flashing
just a hint of a smile – responds: “Thank you, sir. I'll think about it.”
Elsewhere amid
the entangled plotlines, other romance-in-the-workplace stories proceed apace.
Harry (Alan Rickman) is happily married to Karen (Emma Thompson) – who just
happens to be the sister of the newly elected Prime Minister – but he can't
help responding to the none-too-subtle blandishments of Mia (Heike Makatsch),
his aggressively adoring secretary. Jamie (Colin Firth), a jilted thriller
writer, flees his unfaithful girlfriend to complete a novel at his villa in the
south of France, where, when he's not plotting some character's untimely
demise, he falls in love – slowly, sweetly -- with Aurelia (Lucia Moniz), his
Portuguese housekeeper. That she can't speak much English, and he can't speak
any Portuguese, is at worst a minor impediment to the blossoming romance.
Not all
storylines are created equal. The ironically shy and formal interplay between
two body doubles (Martin Freeman, Joanna Page) for stars in a sexy melodrama
never amounts to anything more than a lame running gag. Laura Linney is
pleasingly plucky as a transplanted American who pines for a hunky office
co-worker, but she's undone by a plot device – i.e., a choking family tie –
that's introduced far too late in the proceedings. A romantic triangle
involving Keira Knightley, Chiwetel Ejiofer and Andrew Lincoln is uncomfortably
closer to a stalker story. And while Liam Neeson hits all the right emotional
notes as a recently widowed stepfather who offers romantic advice to his
lovestruck 11-year-old stepson (Thomas Sangster), neither he nor Sangster can
do enough to encourage a rooting interest in either of their characters.
On
the other hand, Kris Marshall is uproarious as an unlucky-in-love doofus who
suspects (or, more precisely, hopes) that his Brit accent will be catnip to the
ladies in the nether realms of Wisconsin. (“I am Colin, God of Sex. I'm just on
the wrong continent, that's all.”) And Bill Nighy (Still Crazy) is
tremendously funny as he more or less unites the disparate elements of Love,
Actually as Billy Mack, a burnt-out rock star who shamelessly attempts to
re-ignite his stardom by doing a sappily Christmas-themed version of a golden
oldie.
Friday, November 16, 2018
Coming soon to HBO: Icebox
From my 9.13.18 Variety review: “It’s difficult for a film to feel timelier than Icebox, writer-director Daniel Sawka’s precisely detailed and arrestingly spare drama about a 12-year-old Honduran boy whose desperate flight from gang violence in his homeland leads to his arrest near the U.S.-Mexican border, and subsequent incarceration in one of the several chain-link-fence cages at an immigrant detention facility…
“Anthony Gonzalez, who recently voiced the lead character in the animated feature Coco, rises to the challenge of being on-screen almost every minute as Oscar, the young protagonist forced to more or less fly solo while maneuvering through the daunting gauntlet of the immigration system. Evincing an unforced naturalism that recalls Jean-Pierre Léaud as Antoine Doinel in The 400 Blows, he provides a compelling point of view for a hard-knock coming-of-age story that traces an arduous journey from desperation to resignation.”
Icebox — which I reviewed at the Toronto Film Festival — will debut Dec. 7 on HBO. You can read the rest of my review here.
Thursday, November 08, 2018
Perry King rides tall in The Divide
Veteran actor Perry King likes to joke that, after decades of work in film, theater and television, he’s achieved just enough fame to be a familiar face — but perhaps not quite a household name.
“Almost always,” he says, “what I get in public is, people come up to me and say, ‘I know you, what's your name?’ I’ll say, ‘Perry King,’ and they’ll say, ‘That’s it!’ Like I took a wild stab, and just happened to hit it.”
Don’t misunderstand: King is merely offering an observation, not issuing a complaint. At the ripe young age of 70, he can look back at a career abounding with enviable highlights: Co-starring opposite fellow up-and-comers Sylvester Stallone and Henry Winkler in The Lords of Flatbush (1974); playing major roles in movies as diverse as Mandingo (1975), A Different Story (1978), Switch (1991) and The Day After Tomorrow (2004); impressively portraying the attention-grabbing role of Col. Nathan R. Jessep during the original Broadway run of A Few Good Men; and appearing in well-regarded TV series and miniseries like Captains and Kings (1976), Aspen (1977), The Last Convertible (1979), The Hasty Heart (the 1983 drama for which he received a Golden Globe nomination); Riptide (1984-86), Melrose Place (1995), and Big Love (2010).
But here’s the thing: King isn’t looking back. Rather, he’s looking forward. In The Divide, his debut effort as a feature film director, he gives what arguably is his all-time best screen performance as Sam Kincaid, a Northern California rancher who, during the drought of 1976, struggles to remember what is important — and transcend what he cannot forget — as he is gradually diminished by Alzheimer’s Disease.
On the other side of the camera, King the director (working in concert with screenwriter Jana Brown) has fashioned an uncommonly compelling and emotionally rich drama, and surrounded King the actor with a sterling supporting cast: Bryan Kaplan as Luke Higgins, Kincaid’s hired hand, a man yearning for his own shot at redemption; Sara Arrington (of Amazon Prime’s Bosch) as Sarah, Kincaid’s estranged daughter, who’s reluctant to admit her feelings toward Sam or Luke; Luke Colembero as C.J., Sarah’s son, who desperately needs a grandfather and a father figure; and Levi Kreis (who earned a 2010 Tony Award for playing Jerry Lee Lewis in the original Broadway production of Million Dollar Quartet) as Tom Cutler, a deceptively charismatic fellow with a score to settle with Sam.
Last spring, while wearing my hat as senior writer for Cowboys & Indians magazine, I had the opportunity to talk with King about The Divide — which kicks off its theatrical run Friday in Los Angeles — after the film's premiere at WorldFest/Houston. We chatted again a few weeks later in L.A. at the storied Dan Tana's Restaurant in L.A. (where the above photo was taken). And before you ask: No, actually, I picked up the tab, which I always try to do when I dine with a talented indie filmmaker.
You can read my Cowboys & Indians interview with Perry King here. And here is a trailer for The Divide.
Friday, October 12, 2018
Ryan Gosling: From Blade Runner 2049 to Apollo 11
Last year, I ranked Ryan Gosling’s Top 10 screen performances for Variety. This weekend, I realized I would have to add his excellent portrayal of astronaut Neil Armstrong to any list of his all-time best. So I figured, well, since First Man focuses on Armstrong’s Apollo 11 mission... a Top 11 list was in order.
Sunday, October 07, 2018
Long before Venom, Tom Hardy established himself as a chameleon
In a
shameless attempt to gravy-train on the smash-hit Venom, I ranked Tom Hardy’s Top 10 film performances for Variety.
No, I must admit, Venom itself isn’t
on the list. But you can see which films did make the cut here. (I did mention
this had something tangentially to do to with Venom, right?)
Remembering Scott Wilson (1942-2018)
At the 2006
Denver Film Festival, it was my privilege to host an onstage Q&A with Scott
Wilson, the exceptionally versatile and talented character actor who passed away Saturday at age 76. And I would like to share my indelible memory of something
that happened that evening.
Wilson was in
Denver to receive a well-deserved lifetime achievement award, and as often
happens when a festival bestows such an honor, our program was preceded by a
montage of clips illustrating the honoree’s performances in notable films. In
Wilson’s case, there were clips from In
the Heat of the Night, In Cold Blood,
The Great Gatsby, The Ninth Configuration — and Monster, the 2003 drama in which
Charlize Theron gave an Oscar-winning performance as serial killer Aileen
Wuornos, and Wilson made every second count during his brief but brilliant turn
as her final victim. (Ironically, Wilson also was on view at the Denver Fest that
year as a “retired” serial killer in the darkly comical slasher-movie burlesque
Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon.)
As the clips
were screened for the audience, Wilson and I stood in the back of the theater,
waiting for our cue to walk to an area in front of the screen and face the
crowd. We had met earlier that day, and enjoyed each other’s company during a
lengthy conversation about his career. (He seemed especially happy, and just a
tad surprised, when I told him how much I loved his performance in Krzysztof
Zanussi’s A Year of the Quiet Sun, a 1984
drama that has never gotten the attention it deserves, even after Roger Ebert aptly
designated it a “Great Movie” in 2003.) And so, as we stood there in the
darkness, it felt only natural to rest our arms on each other’s shoulders, as
new acquaintances preparing for a joint venture.
But when the
clip from Monster began, I couldn’t
help noticing that his arm started to tremble.
At first, I
simply assumed that he was experiencing some pre-performance jitters, or a
touch of stage fright. (You might be surprised to know how many times I have
noticed such nervousness in actors and actresses. Something very similar
happened several years earlier when I greeted Warren Oates before a small press
reception for Stripes in Dallas; when
he spotted me there, just a few hours after I had interviewed him on the
location of a movie he was shooting in Big D, he walked over, greeted me
warmly, and said, “I’m glad to see somebody I know here.” His arm also was
shaking as he placed it on my shoulders.) The longer the scene continued — and
if you’ve ever seen Monster, you know
how excruciating it is — the trembling accelerated, and his breathing sounded
forced. I actually found myself holding Wilson tighter, for fear he might swoon.
Of course,
he didn’t, and probably I was foolish to think that he would. But, then again,
maybe not.
Here’s the
thing: Up to that moment, I had never really considered what it must feel like
to watch yourself on the verge of being killed — and spending your final
moments begging for your life. Yes, of course, it’s acting. But if you’re a truly
great actor — which I think Scott Wilson most certainly was — and you thoroughly
immerse yourself in the character you’re playing, to the point where, however
fleetingly, you actually become that
character, what is it like afterwards when you see yourself die? Especially
when you see that death on a literally larger-than-life screen?
I often say
that, even though a person may die, he or she remains forever immortal on
screen. Scott Wilson had already guaranteed a kind of immortality for himself before
the Denver Festival Q&A. (During which, not incidentally, Wilson was funny
and gracious and forthcoming, and unabashedly grateful for the lifetime achievement
honor.) He went on to attract a new generation of admirers with his portrayal
of Herschel Greene in the popular cable series The Walking Dead — when I called him a few years back while he was
at a fan convention, he sounded very much like a man who had won the lottery while
he described viewer reaction to his character — and he continued to make potent
impacts in TV and film roles large and small. (Most recently, he was
ferociously convincing as a murderously mean SOB opposite Christian Bale and
Wes Studi during a late scene in Hostiles.)
He will long be remembered for the many characters he portrayed.
But I admit: I will remember him best for the moment we shared at the Denver Film Festival over a decade ago, and which now I have shared with you.
But I admit: I will remember him best for the moment we shared at the Denver Film Festival over a decade ago, and which now I have shared with you.
Monday, September 24, 2018
Coming soon: Megan Griffiths' Sadie
Sometimes I get impatient while waiting for the theatrical release of a remarkable film I’ve seen and reviewed at a film festival: I can barely wait for other people whose opinions I respect and trust to see it as well, so they, too, can spread the good word. More important, I want everyone — friends, colleagues, students, total strangers — to share the experience of discovering something special, preferably as a communal experience in a movie theater.
Which is why I am happy to report that Sadie, one of the very best films I caught at SXSW 2018 last March, is going to open Oct. 12 in New York and Los Angeles before, I hope, rolling out nationwide. It’s the latest feature from writer-director Megan Griffiths, an indie filmmaker I’ve been keeping an eye on ever since I saw her arresting human trafficking drama Eden (currently available, and well worth your attention, on Amazon Prime) at SXSW 2012, and later enjoyed her criminally under-rated Lucky Them (2013), a dramedy showcasing a perfectly cast Toni Collette as a rock journalist oddly coupled with Thomas Haden Church’s nouveau riche amateur documentarian. I had high expectations walking into Sadie. Those expectations were, to put it mildly, surpassed.
As I wrote in my Variety review:
“The eponymous protagonist at the chilly heart of Sadie is a troubled 13-year-old girl who is driven to extremes by her unyielding notions about what constitutes loyalty. Of course, Sadie — rivetingly played with tamped-down intensity by newcomer Sophia Mitri Schloss — would no doubt dispute that description, if only because it implies she’s not in full control of her actions at every moment. She’d have you know that if anyone or anything is doing any driving, well, she’s the one at the wheel. Equal parts coming-of-age story and slow-burn thriller, writer-director Megan Griffiths’ quietly absorbing and methodically disquieting drama is a genuine rarity: a sympathetic portrait of a budding sociopath.”
You can read the rest of my Variety review here. And you can view a trailer for Sadie here.
Thursday, July 05, 2018
Honoring Claude Lanzmann: Remembering Shoah
As a tribute to
French filmmaker Claude Lanzmann, who passed away Thursday at age 92, I am
offering my original 1986 review of his monumental masterwork, Shoah.
After 9 ½ hours of Shoah, Claude Lanzmann's exhaustive and exhausting oral history of the Holocaust, we’re left with unforgettable moments.
After 9 ½ hours of Shoah, Claude Lanzmann's exhaustive and exhausting oral history of the Holocaust, we’re left with unforgettable moments.
Like the moment when a farmer who tilled his fields near
the Treblinka death camp recalls the screams of Jewish prisoners: “At first, it
was unbearable. Then we got used to it.'” Or the moment when Simon Srebnik, a survivor
of the genocidal campaign at Chelmno, returns for a reunion with villagers who
profess to be happy about his survival. “Why do they think this all happened to
the Jews?” Lanzmann asks the villagers through an interpreter. “Because they
were the richest!'” a villager replies. Srebnik winces.
There's the moment when Abraham Bomba, a barber who cut
the hair of women bound for the Treblinka gas chamber, breaks down during
Lanzmann's inquiries. Lanzmann is persistent: He must know what happened when
Bomba’s friend, a fellow barber, realized his wife and sister were among the
prisoners about to be gassed. “Don't make me go on, please,” Bomba implores
Lanzmann. But Lanzmann is quietly, implacably firm: “We must go on.” So Bomba
tries to describe a scene almost too agonizing for mere words.
Later, there’s a moment when Franz Suchomal, former SS
Unterscharfuhrer at Treblinka, vigorously sings a tune taught to Jewish
prisoners at his death camp. He finishes the song, then tells Lanzmann: “No Jew
knows that song today.” Suchomal smiles as he speaks.
Henrik Gawkowski doesn't smile as he remembers driving
the train that brought whole boxcars of Jews to Treblinka. He talks of hearing
the moans and shrieks over the sound of his locomotive. He talks of remaining
almost constantly drunk to deaden his senses. He talks of trying to warn his disembarking
passengers that they were not going to work details, that they were about to be
processed by a killing machine. He traces a line across his neck with his index
finger. The moment is terrifying.
Such moments are separated by many long minutes and hours
during Shoah. (The title is a Hebrew
word, meaning “annihilation.”) But even though the film is punishingly long and
deliberately repetitious, I have no idea where I would begin to cut this
astonishing epic. Lanzmann's ambition is nothing if not daunting: Without
resorting to documentary footage or period photographs, he wants to re-create
and re-examine the Holocaust by presenting it through the words of survivors,
witnesses, perpetrators and not-so-innocent bystanders. His approach is
remarkably effective, more often than not, and his interviews — some of them
recorded with hidden video cameras — are chillingly enlightening.
He juxtaposes the words with jarring images. The lush
green fields we see were once the site of mass graves described by death camp
survivors. The camera sweeps us down a long country road, forcing us to retrace
the route taken by Jews on their way to destruction at Auschwitz. And
repeatedly, insistently, there are the trains: belching steam, rattling along
tracks, relentlessly moving toward the end of the line.
The device is poetic, but the interviews are prosaic.
Lanzmann doesn't want to deal in euphemisms or generalizations. He has the
patience to ask specific questions: How big were the crematoriums? How many
people died each day in the Warsaw ghetto? Exactly how did the German
government pay for the “resettlement” of Jews? (A low-level Nazi era bureaucrat
recalls buying one-way tickets —at excursion-rate prices — with money
confiscated from Jews when they were arrested. (That’s right, the victims paid
for their own trips to the gas chamber.) What was the life expectancy of a Jew
who arrived at Treblinka? (Usually, four hours.) How did SS commanders dispose
of so many bodies?
And most important of all: Why? Why did the Polish
underground refuse to give weapons to the Jews in the Warsaw ghetto? Why did
the Allies ignore the pleas of Jewish leaders to launch a special campaign
against the Holocaust? Why did people in Germany and Poland deliberately ignore
the obvious evidence of the monstrous crimes being committed at the death
camps? Why did this all happen to the
Jews?
Many of the survivors have moved beyond grief, have
numbed themselves so they can live with the guilt of living while so many
others died. (“If you could lick my heart,” a survivor tells Lanzmann, “it would
poison you.”) Other participants in this tragedy have their own reasons for
forgetting. But Lanzmann, who spent more than a decade on Shoah, will not forget. And he will not let you forget. His film is
a masterwork, difficult to endure but indelibly illuminating.
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