Thursday, October 20, 2011

ONE NOT SO GOLDEN FROM THE GOLDEN AGE OF DOCUMENTARIES

  This is truly the golden age of film documentaries - far too many good ones to mention here - and the genre has become my favorite kind of cinema.  I see as many as I can.  Generally they play on only 1 or 2 screens in town and usually never more than a couple weeks.
  Such is the case with THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF NICOLAE CEAUSESCU now playing at the West End Cinema in D.C.  It runs over 3 hours without an intermission and were I to recommend it (I'm not), I would urge you to have a sandwich and visit the restroom off the lobby before sitting down in the screening room (which isn't much larger than my living room) to view it.
  The first time I attempted to see it, my sister and I left before it began after the projectionist came out and explained to the 12 of us in the audience that there had been a problem at the afternoon screening with the print and that there were moments during the film when the screen would go dark and the audio would go off.
We took it as an omen - a bad one at that - and got up from our padded folding chairs and departed, but not before we got raincheck tix to come back another time.
  So today, since I had no other plans than to feed peanuts to my little squirrel friends at Dupont Circle, I
decided to bike down to the theatre and catch the 2:30 matinee.  I snuck in a sandwich from Subway and a coke from CVS so I wouldn't have hunger pains at any time during the film.
  After a  couple trailers and a "let's all go to the lobby, let's all go to the lobby, let's all go to the lobby, and get ourselves some treats" trailer from the 1950s, the documentary began with Nicolae and his 'rifftica' wife
 being interrogated by court officials shortly before their trial and subsequent execution on Xmas Day, 1989.
  We then cut to the state funeral of Gheorghe Gheorghiu-Dej, who ruled Romania with an iron fist from post WWII until his death in 1965.  And what a funeral it was, judging by the size of the crowd - thousands of
people in line to view "G-G"s open casket and the thousands who followed it to the place of internment which sorta looked like the entrance to FedEx Stadium here in Landover, Md.  Whatever.
  So far, so good, I'm thinking, although I became acutely aware at this point that there was no narration.
In fact, there were moments where there was no sound at all and then there were moments when the screen went black.  Then I remembered what the projectionist had told my sister and I when we were there a week ago.  Can't say I wasn't warned. 
  I suddenly felt hungry and decided not to wait another minute before unwrapping my spicy Italian sub and biting into it.  Not bad.  I opened the coke bottle and took a big swig before giving my complete attention to the screen (that was barely bigger than my 60" flat tv screen at  home).
  For the next 60 minutes or thereabouts I watched a lot of hand clapping at Communist party rallies where Nicolae droned on and on and on about the virtues of Romania's socialist society and Communist rule, etc., etc., etc.    I had read that director Andrei Ujica had viewed over 1,000 hours of film before editing and compiling this 3 hour pageant of handclapping and crowds.  All I could think was - this was the best footage that he could come up with?
  Now I have to be honest with you.  I didn't make it to the end.  Not even close.  Despite the rave review of one of my favorite print critics - Manohla Dargis of the NY Times - and despite the fact that I wasn't hungry and didn't have to pee,  I bolted towards the exit of the screening room just as Richard Nixon was about to speak standing next to dear ole Nicolae during his state visit to Romania in 1970 (or thereabouts) and left but not before yelling, "May they both be rotting in Hell."
Have a nice day.

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Thursday, October 13, 2011

50/50 - A TOTALLY SATISFYING LAUGH OUT LOUD COMEDY

  I know.  I know.  My previous rant on my blog was about ridiculous film critic quotes that studios use in promoting their new films and here I am using two of them in my title here:  "totally satisfying" and "laugh out loud comedy", but they both apply to 50/50 which I saw earlier today and thoroughly enjoyed.
  First, a personal admission on my part:  I've had a crush on Joseph Levitt-Gordon ever since I saw him in a film in which he played a young gay hustler, only to be intensified in 500 Days of Summer but nearly lost when he appeared in Inception.  With 50/50, he shoots to the top of my fantasy man list with arguably his best and most likable performance to date.  Written by Will Reiser and based on his actual experience of nearly dying from a Cancerous tumor in his back, the film is deftly directed by Jonathan Levine who has assembled a terrific supporting cast, starting with Seth Rogen who in real life was/is a good friend of Reiser's and portrays his best friend in the film.  Rogen is letter perfect and funny as hell.  Anna Kendrick as Levitt-Gordon/Reiser's inexperienced psychotherapist, Bryce Dallas Howard as his girlfriend who bales out on him after his diagnosis
and Anjelica Huston as his loving but overbearing mother are terrific and oh so human.
  But it is Gordon-Levitt who makes the film such a treat.  Not a false note in his funny and touching performance, the kind of accomplishment that deserves recognition at Oscar nomination time but is always overlooked because it looks so easy.  Ok...ok.  I'm gushing over my fantasy man.
  Yes, this is a LAUGH OUT LOUD comedy.  At least I did.  And yes, you will LAUGH...you will CRY.
There is a moment when Gordon-Levitt is alone in bed with his dog (an aging mutt from a pet shelter forced on him by his girlfriend soon after his Cancer diagnosis) that is so touching that if you don't cry, your heart must have turned to stone somewhere between the refreshment stand in the lobby and your theatre seat.
  50/50 is 100 percent entertainment.  Go and enjoy.




  

Sunday, October 9, 2011

BEWARE OF CERTAIN CRITIC QUOTES ADVERTISING FILMS

  The ARTS/LEISURE section of the NY Times and Washington Post (and when I lived in LA the LA Times) has always been my favorite part of the newspaper and not the least the ads for first run movies that feature critic quotes in BIG BOLD type.  But you have to be very careful when deciding what movies you wanna see on the basis of these quotes because they are very often taken out of context or from critics whose 'thumbs up' can be bought for as little as a free dinner.
  Accordingly, I am offering a few tips to readers to help them discern which critics to pay attention to and what quotes - no matter how positive - are warning signs to avoid seeing these films at any cost.
  Par example, pass on any film recommended by Pete Hammond who writes for BoxOffice Magazine,
Jeff Craig of SixtySecond Preview and any film critic on Fox Network.  Another film critic to avoid is Susan Granger whose son was a productive executive at Paramount Pictures where I worked for 26 years and it was rumored that anytime you needed a positive quote for a new film ( no matter how awful it was), you could get one from Ms. Granger.  
  You should also avoid any film whose print ads feature quotes from critics in newspaper from
Ft. Lauderdale (Fla), Detroit, Phoenix, Birmingham (Ala) and any city in Texas (except Austin).
  Do pay attention to the print reviews of most film critics in the NY Times, especially Manohla Dargis and A. O. Scott, Rex Reed in the NY Observer, Anthony Lane in the New Yorker and Ann Hornaday in the Washington Post (although I disagree with Ms. Hornaday a lot she's a terrific writer and I enjoy reading her reviews).
  My favorite print critic of all time is the late Pauline Kael of the New Yorker and David Ansen who was the senior film critic for Newsweek for many years.  I worshipped Ms. Kael and idolized Mr. Ansen.  
  Beware - I repeat - beware of critic quotes for films that read as follows:

    "YOU WILL STAND UP AND CHEER..."

    "YOU WILL LAUGH, YOU WILL CRY..."

    "THIS IS A LAUGH OUT LOUD COMEDY..."

    "ACHINGLY HILARIOUS...ALSO HEARTFELT."

    "PROVOCATIVE...GRIPPING"

    "POSITIVELY THRILLING...ENTHRALLING...SENSATIONAL."

    "UPLIFTING...INSPIRATIONAL...TOTALLY SATISFYING."

    "THE BLIND SIDE MEETS SAVE WILLIE"

    "BEST FAMILY (or COMEDY or DRAMA) TO COME ALONG IN A DECADE"

    "THIS IS AN IMPORTANT FILM"

    "GREAT HEART...ANOTHER 'ROCKY'"


  I could go on and on but I think you get my point and the above should provide you with enough warning signs to beware of certain films.  Oh, and watch out when a critic says that a film is a mix of 2 films (i.e. The Big Chill meets Pretty in Pink, etc, etc etc) or says that the performances are...
ELECTRIFYING.  Like when was the last time you saw a movie and left the theatre thinking that the lead actor's performance was 'electrifying'?
  I recently saw MONEYBALL with Brad Pitt and enjoyed it though like the game of baseball it depicts, it has some pretty dull moments in it.  Had I reviewed the film for a column, I would have given it a 'thumbs up' but I don't think I would have said that it ..."WILL LEAVE YOU CHEERING...POSITIVELY THRILLING as one critic raved or that it "RENEWS YOUR BELIEF IN THE POWER OF MOVIES" as another critic said.  
  Beware of hyperbole moviegoers.  Any film that get such hype ends up disappointing.  You are better off entering your local multiplex with low expectations of what you are about to see and  end up being happily surprised by how much you enjoyed the movie.
  And my last piece of advice is to be very, very careful when you watch trailers of coming attractions because they are most often misleading.  I've seen trailers that knocked me out only to bore the hell out of me when I finally saw the film.  Studios long ago learned how to make terrific trailers for lousy films.  Be careful.  Very careful and you will learn how to avoid wasting your hard earned dollars seeing DRECK.
  Have a nice day.  See ya at the movies.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

AFI LATIN AMERICAN FILM FESTIVAL

Hola, amigas.  Par favor.  Habla espanol?  Afraid not.   Although after seeing 13 films (thus far) at the AFI Latin American Film Festival in Silver Spring, Md., you would think I would be fluent in the language by now.  Alas,
I ain't, but at the same time I must say I'm getting more comfortable listening to Spanish while reading the English subtitles.
The festival started on September 22 and by the time it ends (Oct 8) over 40 films will have been shown.  I bought a 'pase especial' which gives me priority access to all the films.  It costs a mere $100 (for AFI members of which I am one) and if I were to attend each and every film during the festival, it would be worth over $400.
Such a deal.  Of course, I hardly expect to see all 40 films and will probably see about 15 all told.  Further,
most of the films have been shown in the renovated Silver theatre (built in 1938) that seats 700 and I don't think there have been more than 50 people in the theatre for any film I've seen since opening night when all seats were taken.
The festival opened with a terrific documentary from Mexico called THE MEXICAN SUITCASE which was about a suitcase holding over 4,500 photo negatives, the work of 3 young European photographers, that were taken during the Spanish Civil War.  The suitcase was found in an apartment closet in Mexico City  in 2007. The film deals with not only the mystery of how the suitcase was found but also with the living history of people affected by the civil war.  This is yet another brilliantly put together documentary film and it deserves to be seen by a wide audience.
Of the many films I've seen two stand out as my favorites.  The first is a delightful romantic comedy from Argentina called MEDIANERAS which is about a couple that live in buildings across from each other and keep just missing each other on the street.  You just know these 2 lonely-hearts - one a newly single architect who pays her rent designing store windows, the other a web designer who spends most of his time in front of his pc monitor making dates with gals online that he has no intention of keeping - will eventually meet but the getting there is a delight and the 2 leads are irresistible.  Stay for the closing credits when they lip sync the great r&b oldie, "Aint No Mountain High Enough".
My second favorite film is from Mexico called THE GOOD HERBS, in essence about a mother-daughter relationship.  The mother studies herbal remedies and believes that they can heal not just the body but the soul as well.  The daughter, a new-age hippie, must put her life on hold to care for her mother when the latter is diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease and begins to deteriorate rapidly.  Incredible cinematography, beautifully written and acted, I can't recommend this film enough.
Another film that I enjoyed and touched my heart, also from Mexico, is called ABEL, about a young boy who has refused to talk since his father walked out on him, his mother, teenage sister and baby brother 2 years earlier and has been in a psychiatric hospital when the film opens.  He returns home and suddenly begins talking again, but in the voice of an adult, the man of the house.  A box office sensation in Mexico, it was showcased at this year's Sundance Film Festival and deserves a distributor for viewing in USA.
I also enjoyed a documentary from Panama which gives a revealing look into the lives of wealthy families there and those they employ as maids.  I wish it was longer than the 64 minutes it ran because it was poignant and very, very funny.
Another film, Brazilian made and the biggest earner in that country's cinema history, is about police and political corruption in Rio de Janiero, a sequel entitled ELITE SQUAD 2: THE  ENEMY WITHIN.  Pulsating, suspenseful and beautifully acted, it was also shown at this year's Sundance Festival.  A dynamite movie.
Another terrific film from Brazil was about how 2 high school aged brothers deal with their parents' separation and their father coming out of the closet and taking a male partner.  This could have been maudlin and forgettable but the husband/wife writer/director team makes it funny, tender and warm.  A film to be embraced called THE BEST THINGS IN  THE WORLD.
The last film I'll mention is from Portugal called MYSTERIES OF LISBON.  Originally shown in six one-hour segments on TV there, it has been cut to 4 hours and 30 minutes (with a 20 minute intermission) for viewing in American theatres.  It shows because I felt I needed a scorecard to keep up with all the characters and their
'mishegas'.  About a boy who grows up in an orphanage in 19th century Europe and spends a lifetime unraveling the story of his parents covering over 3 decades.  The film maker, Raul Rulz, is well known throughout Latin America and recently died, probably as much from making this incredibly long film as from old age.
The festival concludes on Oct. 8 with the appearance of Mexican filmmaker Gerardo Naranjo and the screening of his latest film, MISS BALA which was shown at the 2011 Cannes Film Festival.  Washington Post film critic Ann Hornaday has raved about this film and I am looking forward to seeing it.
I've also seen films from Columbia, Peru, Ecuador, Guatemala, El Salvador, Chile and Venezuela,  some very good and some not so good.
Just to take a break from all the Spanish language films, I took in MONEYBALL with Brad Pitt and enjoyed it, although like the game itself (baseball), I found it to be a tad boring.  Pitt gives another terrific performance and if he doesn't get an Oscar nom for TREE OF LIFE, he surely will get one for this film.
One last comment I'll make about the Spanish language films I've seen thus far at the festival has to do with the lasting impression of seeing people brush their teeth.  In just about every film one character or several are shown in the bathroom (or kitchen) brushing their God damn teeth.  I kept looking to see if a tube of Colgate or Crest was gonna show up as so often happens in American made films (product placement, don't ya know).
On that note, I'll close for now and say, 'Adios, amigo'.