31 Ekim 2010 Pazar

Marwencol (Sunday, October 31, 2010) (145)

Filmmaker Jeff Malmberg brings us the film Marwencol, a light-gonzo and wonderful documentary about Mark Hogancamp and his weird "hobby". Several years ago, Hogancamp had the crap beaten out of him (apparently for no particular reason, although maybe there was...) as he left a bar in Kingston, New York. After spending months recovering in the hospital, he found himself back in his modest house with serious brain damage.

At this point he began playing with large-size G.I. Joe-like action figures and created a world in his backyard where he re-enacted fabulous World War II scenes involving the Nazi occupation of the Belgian town of Marwencol (I'm not sure such a town exists). Hogancamp populated the village with figures representing himself (much taller and better looking, but plastic, of course), several of his friends and relations (his lawyer and the DA got figures for themselves), and a world of female bartenders and whores (though really nice and gold-hearted ones, dontcha know). Of course there is also a gang of Nazi soldiers who live in the town.

Hogancamp then began photographing the stories he would create to document the War and the day-t0-day life in the village. Sometimes the Nazi gang would take Mark's double and beat him (like he was beaten outside the bar), sometimes the American soldiers would beat up on the Nazis... because Nazi's are dicks. Sometimes they would all drink peaceably in the bar. Without knowing it, Mark created his own sort of "art therapy" to deal with the psychological pain (PTSD, to be sure) and get a handle on what happened to him.

Malmberg treats Hogancamp's work with the utmost respect and non-judgement. He also frequently puts the camera down on the ground level so we are inside the world of Marwencol interacting with the toy figures. As Mark narrates the story of each scene, we feel the drama of the story he creates. It is really a beautiful presentation.

Ultimately Mark's work is discovered by the New York art world and he is offered a one-man show in Chelsea. We see him struggle with the trip down to the city... and with several secrets that he lives with on a daily basis (I'm not going to tell the secrets here, because they are revealed so wonderfully). Again, Malmberg's gentleness and respect of Hogancamp is wonderful to see in how he deals with his unusualness.

This is a very small movie, but also a very powerful one. I expected this to be rather silly, but it was deeply moving and interesting. What I love is that Hogancamp's "art" is really interesting and aesthetically fabulous and that he basically came up with this "therapy" entirely on his own... and that he wouldn't consider what he's doing either "art" of "therapy".

The presentation is fantastic and I particularly appreciate that Malmberg didn't try to do more with this film than just present the story. There are no significant interviews with art world elites, nor is much time spent on the medical background for what is happening. Malmberg's restraint in this case is especially admirable.

Stars: 3.5 of 4

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30 Ekim 2010 Cumartesi

BURIED: The Film Babble Blog Review

BURIED (Dir. Rodrigo Cortés, 2010)

After cool retro Saul Bass-style opening titles a pitch black screen greets us. We hear heavy breathing and thudding. Finally Ryan Reynolds lights a zippo lighter and we're right there with him - trapped in a wooden coffin buried underground.

Reynolds panics, sweats profusely, claws at the wall, etc. A cell phone at his feet rings. He retrieves it with some difficulty to find that its an Arabic language model. Reynolds calls every number he can think of mostly getting answering machines before getting somebody on the phone from the Hostage Working Group in Iraq voiced by Robert Patterson.

That's right - Reynolds is a non-military working stiff truck driver buried alive in a war-torn Iraq in 2006.

Reynolds is told on the cellphone by a man (José Luis García Pérez) who denies being a terrorist that he has until 9:00 PM (just a few hours) to get his embassy to pay $5 million dollars for his release.

There are some abstract shots through the darkness surrounding our protagonist but the bulk of the entire film takes place inside the coffin.

We never see any other face but Reynolds but there are few recognizable voices on the other end of the phone besides Patterson including Samantha Mathis and Stephen Tobolowsky.

It would be tempting to joke that Reynolds couldn't act his way out of a sealed coffin because years ago I would've loved seeing Van Wilder get buried alive, but his performance is truly excellent here.

It's a convincing and emotional tour de force that kept me riveted from start to finish. It's also admirable that he chose this project as a welcome change of pace from rom coms like THE PROPOSAL and action tripe like WOLVERINE that has been dominating his career.

As chilling a scenario as could be imagined, BURIED is a grueling unpleasant experience in a lot of respects but its such a vital and gripping minimalist nightmare of a movie that it really shouldn't be ignored. It's the right time of the year for a fright and here director Cortés's Hitchcockian thrust really delivers.

"Buried" is now playing at the Colony Theater in North Raleigh. Consult the theater's website for show-times.

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The Kids Grow Up (Saturday, October 30, 2010) (144)

The Kids Grow Up is an interesting documentary from Doug Block, and impressive just for its gigantic scope of time. Block presents a movie here that document's his relationship with his daughter Lucy from her birth through her going off to college. Block, a documentarian who has turned the camera on his own life and family before, always seems to have a camera running in his apartment.

Although the film shows lots of footage throughout Lucy's life, it primarily focuses on the last year that she is living at home, her senior year of high school. We see his ambivalence with her dating a French boy she met on a recent trip, we see how the two fight and she asks him to stop filming her, we see that when his wife begins to suffer from depression, he copes with the pain. Mostly, though, this is a film about the documentary format, a reflexive piece, a meta piece.

There is an unusual, unsettling aspect to the film that Doug is shooting almost everything we see, we hear his voice either through the camera's mic or through voice over, but we almost never see him on screen. He's both always there and never there. This is a very powerful examination of the "director as God" concept.

This is also about piece about the photographic form in general and how our memories of our lives are greatly shaped by photographs and videos we see of ourselves from before we have hard memories. I remember many events and places because I've looked at pictures of them over the years, but if you were to show me a new picture from the same place in time, I might not have any connection to it... because it would be new to me. Similarly, Doug's experience with his daughter is specifically tied to filming her (and I imagine her memories might some day be tied to footage like we see here).

This is a very intimate story - one that is normally a very internal family thing between a father and a daughter, but here it is done in public for all to see. This is also a bit unsettling, and reminds us of the violence of film making - that Lucy really doesn't have a choice but let her father film her, violating her privacy, whether she likes it or not (I'm sure Doug is a nice enough person that if she said "please don't make this movie and release it in theaters, he would listen"... but still, we see everything about Lucy and her family and that feels like a violation, no?).

There is something inherently dark about real people becoming the subjects of documentaries. Somewhere between their real lives and what we see on screen, they become characters who we can analyze and discuss, as if they were creatures of fiction.

But then there's also the issue that Doug films his daughter finishing high school and going to college, but never really experiences it himself. This is a sad thing, and one that Lucy comments on at one point. Clearly, this might be the only way he can deal with the situation, but it is still uncomfortable to see. At times we want to shout, "Doug - put the fucking camera down and hug your daughter."

In our digital age, I think it's interesting to ask whether all the pictures and footage we shoot every day to put on Facebook or Vimeo or Flicker really mean anything. Are we going to really go back and look at all of them? Are we just collecting experiences and would it be better to put the cameras down and really experience life? I don't know.

I am very interested in the questions this film raises for me. It is a movie about families and how they grow and change over time, but it is also a movie about movies. I think it gets slightly slow in the middle, but overall, it is very well done.

Stars: 3 of 4

Conviction (Saturday, October 30, 2010) (143)

Conviction tells the true story of Kenny Waters who was wrongfully convicted of murder in the early 1980s and how his sister, Betty Anne Waters got her G.E.D., then went to college and then got her J.D. so she could fight to get him exonerated. It falls in line with A Civil Action and Erin Brokovitch, books/movies based on amazing court cases that all end happily (if boringly).

So in this one, Kenny (Sam Rockwell) is a loser from the Massachusetts outback who gets in bar fights and is well known for acting out in his hometown. One day there is a murder and it is pinned on him. He says he's guilty and his sister Betty Anne (Hillary Swank) knows he is, so she begins fighting for him. She is married with two kids and in her mid-30s or so.

Along the way she meets a chick named Abra (Minnie Driver) who is also a bit older as a law student than the other kids in class. They become friends. At some point they get the Innocence Project involved and find out that there is no DNA evidence. They also find major amounts of corruption and malfeasance in the local sheriff's office and the county DA's office (that was Martha Coakley, the woman who lost Ted Kennedy's Senate seat to Scott Brown).

There is not much to this movie or the story itself. It seems pretty open-and-shut the way it's presented. He was fingered as the murderer by a cop who had a grudge against him; he had a record so he was easy to convict; 20 years later when DNA testing gained legitimacy he was exonerated. I guess there's some inner drama with whether Betty Anne would be able to pass all her tests and get her degrees, and later about whether she'd be able to recover the evidence that had blood on it, but there's not much tension through most of the film.

The best thing in the film, though is the remarkable performance by Juliette Lewis (really!) who plays a strung-out meth head who testified in 1983 that Kenny had bragged to her about the murder, but now is recanting her testimony, saying she was coerced into saying it. She is really remarkable in the small role. She's totally pathetic and disgusting looking, has a perfect accent and it totally, totally believable. For me this is honestly one of the best supporting performances of the year. Brava, Juliette!

Director Tony Goldwyn gives us pure vanilla here. There is no texture or particular style to speak of really. It's a totally forgettable movie.

Stars: 2 of 4

29 Ekim 2010 Cuma

October Country (Friday, October 29, 2010) (142)

More than a documentary film, per se, October Country is a visual artwork about the Mosher family in in the Mohawk Valley of New York. Co-directors Michael Palmieri and Donal Mosher present us with a taste of real-life Americana: big, complicated families struggling to pay bills and stick together, helping one another, fighting and dealing with drinking, drugs and jail and watching the July 4th fireworks from the parking lot of their WalMart.

What we see is certainly a document, but it is so visually gorgeous that the narrative we're presented with, the lives of these honest working-class people, is almost less important than the overall stylistic feeling of the work. I once heard a film described as impressionistic in tone and style, and have to say that if there was ever a work that met that concept, this is it.

This is the story of the Mosher family through several generations. The grandmother Dottie and her husband Don lead the clan. She's a smart and good woman and the most stable person in the family. He is a hard Vietnam Vet who struggles with PTSD as much as he struggles to be a father and grandfather. He has good instincts about people, but can't deal with stuff on the ground.

Their daughter is Donna, a likable woman who constantly gets involved with destructive men. Donna has two kids we see onscreen, Doneal and Desi (I assume Donal is either Donna's son as well, though it is never said directly, I don't think). Doneal is now a mother herself and struggling with her own abusive baby-daddy. Finally, throw into the mix Chris, a local boy who Dottie and Don have tried adopting, but who can't stay out of trouble and Denise, Don's sister who is rather estranged and now practices Wicca. This is a fucked-up family, but probably a very normal family. Over the course of the year we see them, they act and react to things in very normal ways, but it's the texture of the film that really adds their story beauty.

There is an overwhelmingly melancholy tone here, but melancholy brought up to the artistic, expressive level of Hamlet. It is dripping with frankness and powerful sadness. I know this is an inconsiderate thing for me to sit here and just their lives as pitiful, but I can feel nothing other than this. I am not sure the Mosher's would disagree much, but they just wouldn't think about it much. What we see is that their lives don't involve much reflection or analysis; they know their positions, they push ahead and they deal with stuff as it comes up.

Ghosts are a powerful theme throughout this film. We are told that the Herkimer County, NY is considered one of the most-haunted parts of our country (by people who measure these things) and the Mosher family is clearly haunted by their past decisions and actions. We see the family celebrating Halloween and, of course, see aunt Denise practicing Wicca.

The cinematography, editing and beautiful music (by the two filmmakers as well as Danny Grody and Kenric Taylor) all capture this haunted and dark quality of the setting and the story as well. Much of the film is shot at night, with the jet black sky looming over everything. The interiors are illuminated with cheap bulbs and strings of holiday lights, giving everything a yellowish, muddy quality - but the camera's own pure white light makes everything jump out bright and crisp. It has the feeling of Kadachrome prints in that to colors are bright, but backgrounds are dull (of course there's a long history of Kodak in melancholy Upstate, New York).

Part of me feels like it could be a bit unfair and manipulative for Donal Mosher to present his family in this way. How are we to react to them other than feel deep pity and embarrassment for their situation? But of course, he's not really judging, he's just presenting us with their story and adding an aesthetic frame of reference, which could easily come out of his own experience. This is after all a film he wrote, so it is not ridiculous to think that this is his way of working through his own ghosts and feelings about the region and his family. That is exactly what art does, no?

Stars: 3.5 of 4

28 Ekim 2010 Perşembe

A New Documentary Asks WHO Is HARRY NILSSON?





WHO IS HARRY NILSSON (AND WHY IS EVERYBODY TALKING ABOUT HIM?) (Dir. John Scheinfeld, 2006)





The long silly title of this film obviously pokes fun at the fact that these days not many people are likely to know who Harry Nilsson was.





But if you are a fan of the Beatles, the Monkees, or Monty Python you are likely to have at least a tiny inkling of the late semi-legendary singer songwriter.





Also you may know his Grammy winning cover of Fred Neil's “Everybody’s Talking” (the theme song for MIDNIGHT COWBOY) or his hit singles “Without You” and “Coconut.”





Nilsson’s soundtrack for Robert Altman’s POPEYE (1980) may also be familiar.





This fascinating and fast paced documentary tells Nilsson’s story extremely well taking us from his impoverished beginnings through flirtations with fame and sadly concluding with his despondent later years when his voice was shot and his stock at an all time low.





It was a career doomed by drinking and drugs as well as his being terrified to sing his songs live.





A roster of famous friends including Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys, Mickey Dolenz of the Monkees, the Smothers Brothers, Robin Williams, Yoko Ono, Terry Gilliam and many others appear in interview segments to praise Nilsson as well as bury him with their frank depictions of the unruly talent.


But it’s the music that makes the movie roll. We get a good sense of how Nilsson was a one man Beatles – a notion confirmed in the late ‘60s when a “White Album” era John Lennon named him as his favorite “group”, not “performer” mind you.










Hundreds of photographs and lots of juicy archival footage are hauntingly serenaded by Nilsson’s smooth croon and even in lip synched appearances on TV shows such as “Beat Club” Nilsson’s charisma shines through.





Nilsson’s rowdy friendship with ex-Beatle Ringo Starr is given a lot of weight - their projects SON OF DRACULA and the popular children's cartoon "The Point" are touched upon nicely.





With its conventional narrative WHO IS HARRY NILSSON doesn’t break any new musical bio doc ground, but with its wealth of great material, focused scope, and loving detail, that’s fine by me.





It’s a purposeful portrait of a jewel in the rough – a tortured artist with an affecting spirit even when he was scrapping the bottom of the barrel.





Sadly this film never made it theatrically to the Raleigh area. Fortunately it is now available on DVD and streaming on Netflix Instant.




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25 Ekim 2010 Pazartesi

THE TILLMAN STORY: The Film Babble Blog Review

THE TILLMAN STORY (Dir. Amir Bar-Lev, 2010)










The square jawed intensity that one of this documentary’s participants describes of its subject Pat Tillman is seen in the very first shot after the opening credits.





It’s a video close-up of Tillman for some sort of promotional football spot for his team, the Arizona Cardinals.





In it Tillman takes direction from a voice off camera and he is clearly uncomfortable yet performs the task with confidence.





As narrator Josh Brolin tells us, Tillman left a multimillion-dollar football contract to join the military in 2002. He was killed by friendly fire in Afghanistan in 2004. This was covered up by higher ups who wove a complex web of distortion of the real circumstances.





Tillman’s family, including his youngest brother Richard who was on the same tour of duty, weren’t satisfied with what they were being told. A wealth of documents and other soldier’s recollections painted a far different picture.





Through the media Tillman became a symbol of the Bush administration’s bogus Iraq war narrative as details of his character were trotted out for their own ends. He was a Noam Chomsky reading, all religion tolerating atheist, All American sports star, so, of course, he was an image to be manipulated into a tool of propaganda.





The man’s mother Mary “Danni” Tillman, dives into investigating her son’s death, calling every single person involved and trying to decipher 3,000 pages of redacted documents with the help of Stan Goff, an ex-military man turned activist blogger.





“The Tillman Story” is as incredibly moving as it is angering in its exploration of a massive spin operation. In its use of archival footage, photographs, and interviews there’s not a wasted moment in its masterful construction.


When evidence suggests that the tragic event was the result of not “the fog of war” but what Tillman’s mother calls “the lust of war” – Tillman’s fellow soldiers’ gun crazy thirst for combat – the film has us firmly in its grip and doesn’t let go.





Director Bar-Lev, whose previous doc MY KID COULD PAINT THAT was also a winner, shifts from development to development in a highly engaging manner. The obligatory ominous background music never intrudes in a Michael Moore manner, and the film never indulges in anything but the facts.


And the facts as presented are overwhelming.





The governmental gaps in the facts not only disrespect Tillman, his family, and the public record, they insult the entire system for which he lost his life.





THE TILLMAN STORY is by far one of the best, if not the best, documentaries of the year. As unpleasant and sickening as the story it tells often is, its power comes from the courage and strength of the family left behind, which no doubt will touch and inspire many movie goers.





That is if the masses that normally ignore modern war documentaries actually give it a chance.





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24 Ekim 2010 Pazar

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The Oath (Sunday, October 24, 2010) (141)

The Oath is a very powerful documentary made by filmmaker Laura Poitras for the PBS series P.O.V. (and later released in theaters). This is the second installment in what is supposed to be a three-part series of life in the Middle East and America in the so-called "post-9/11" world. This is the follow-up to her brilliant documentary in 2006 called My Country, My Country, about the first post-Saddam election in Iraq.

This film is formed around two parallel stories of two men who were once very closely linked in terrorism, but now are less so. Salim Hamdan, a Yemeni man, was arrested in Afghanistan during the initial American invasion there in 2001. He has become known as "Osama bin Laden's driver" and was brought up on charges of providing material support for terrorism. (Ultimately he became better known for challenging the terms of his imprisonment and trial. The U.S. Supreme Court found in his favor, which led to a more standard military court marshal trial.) We see his legal team of American military officers fighting in his favor and speaking to the press at his trial in Guantanamo Bay.

Separately, we see Nasser al-Bahri (a.k.a. Abu Jandal) who was at one point Osama bin Laden's bodyguard. Also a Yemeni, he was involved in Al Qaeda in the late 1990s and was arrested in Yemen in 2000 in connection to the bombing of the U.S.S. Cole. He was ultimately released in 2002 after it was clear he was not directly involved in that action, however during his time in detention, he was instrumental in giving interrogators information on the architecture of Al Qaeda and locations for their bases in Afghanistan. Most of the film is spent with al-Bahri in his home in Sanaa, Yemen as he teaches a new generation of young men about his views of Islam and Jihad.

Al-Bahri still deeply believes in the Jihadi struggle against the West and is still a general supporter of Al Qaeda and its actions around the world, but does not feel good about the tremendous loss of human life its attacks have created. He is very torn on this issue. He talks very frankly about how bad he feels when innocents die, but he knows it is for a bigger purpose. He says that he won't be able to stop all the violence and that it's coming regardless of what he does and says. He advocates that people read and study more than fight, but that he'll be ready to fight when the battle gets to his doorstep.

Much of what he talks about also relates to the oath he gave to bin Laden that he would be a soldier in his Jihad. Many in the jihadi world and in Al Qaeda see him as an apostate and a scoundrel because they believe he has backtracked on his oath, which in fundamentalist Islam is an offense punishable by death. He struggles with his because he is also a fundamentalist and he knows what he has done. He talks in circles about how he didn't so much play with the West against Al Qaeda because he doesn't believe he should be forced to kill people. He is clearly a very reluctant soldier, and his humanity comes through strongly as worries about death and damnation.

What is fascinating, of course is how the two stories are shown next to one another. The two men (who are brothers-in-law through al-Bahri's sister, by the way) were on the same path at one point (I believe al-Bahri got Hamdan into Al Qaeda) rising up the power ladder of Al Qaeda together. Then al-Bahri slipped and changed direction leaving his comrade on the field of battle. What is even sadder is that Hamdan was at most a driver, a rather low-level worker in the greater Al Qaeda machine, while al-Bahri is out as a free man - and he's talking about continuing with jihad. In basic terms, the man who couldn't stand the heat of battle and quit is now the free man paying less for his actions than his more devoted brother-in-law.

Poitras is an absolutely brilliant editor and director when it comes to creating powerful juxtapositions. She shines in transition, particularly with the beautiful landscape shots of Sanaa and Gitmo. She'll follow an important statement by al-Bahri or Hamdan's lawyers with a beautifully colored sky, say, that helps to seal the meaning of what was just said. It is because of beautiful transitions like this that this is not really just a political/historical/current events documentary. This is a really gorgeous film to watch.

I also love the juxtaposition we see between al-Bahri's constant questioning of his faith and his actions and the Pentagon's sureness of itself with regard to the fairness of holding Hamdan for seven years without a trial and the honesty of the trial itself. These two parts are beautifully cut back and forth to show how the former is a constant struggle, while the latter is barely examined and totally a done deal.

There is also a very sensible, easy-to-follow story structure to this work, that is not only reminiscent of a good newspaper article, but also a powerful narrative drama. Poitras lays out all the information we need very carefully and slowly so we can get a grip on who each person is and how he relates to others and to the bigger story. I don't believe she is really giving us a specific view one way or the other about how to think of these men. We don't come out thinking that one man was screwed, say, and one man was guilty. It's much more gray here, so we see how al-Bahri has some good and powerful points about jihad and Al Qaeda and he's neither a villain nor a hero. He's just a man, full of fear and doubt.

At one point, when talking to his students, al-Bhari says about Americans, "They can't live without planes, girlfriends, pizza, macaroni. A jihadist can live on stale bread." This is a very important point, very well said and a clear definition of the Jihahi's view of the world. It is made even more powerful when Poitras shows him taking a swig of a Coke bottle moments after he finishes speaking.

(One interesting note, is that al-Bahri says that the United 93 plane that crashed in Pennsylvania was actually intended for the White House rather than the U.S. Capitol building. I had never heard this before, but it is interesting.)

Al-Bahri is not a robot. He is a man with normal human emotions. This is important, I think, in an age when politics and international media have settled on treating terrorists as mindless drones doing the bidding of higher-ups. We see here that sometimes these pawns are actually fully-formed humans who share the feelings we all would. Blind faith is so challenging and even in the situation of jihad, it is not a binary black or white dilemma.

Poitras presents for us here a magnificent balance of two men who took divergent paths and had different faiths. One is in a jail cell in Gitmo serving his time (he was ultimately released in 2009) and the other is sitting in his living room in Sanaa talking to students... and to a filmmaker. They are both men of deep faith and belief, but are very different. It is very interesting that Hamdan is never on screen here, but his story comes across just as powerfully, through his lawyers and his back story.There are lots of elegant parallels and intersections in this film. It is well worth watching.

Stars: 3.5 of 4

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23 Ekim 2010 Cumartesi

Videocracy (Sunday, October 24, 2010) (140)

Videocracy is an Italian documentary about how Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi controls his country and his power through the garbage he puts on television and the greater media that surrounds his terrible reality shows. It is pure political polemic of the most bitter and cutting variety. It doesn't really work totally as an effective documentary (or polemic), but there are some amazing moments in it.

We see some of the history of Berlusconi's reality shows and how he came to power. We see how he made Italian women want to be "velinas" or TV game show models - like Vanna White, but more mindless and with less clothes. We then see how he keeps his friends in the entertainment industry close, like Lele Mora, a super-agent for TV stars - especially those who want to go from Big Brother to music recording. Finally we see Fabrizio Corona, a major Italian paparazzo and how Mora and Corona and the television stations keep the gossip and celebrity nonsense swirling in the atmosphere, ultimately helping to keep Berlusconi popular with the people.

In many ways, this is a bit of a glimpse at what America could be in 50 years. Politics is basically taken over by demagoguery and the only entertainment is absolute garbage gossip. People are generally unhappy, but they don't really fight it because their minds are so numbed by the situation.

Director Erik Gandini clearly has a beef with Berlusconi and basically calls him a criminal and a murderer several times through the film. He uses a voice over narrator who sounds like he's spitting acid when he says the prime minister's name. I think some of this political hatred should have been modified as what we get is much less effective with it in there.

This is a fun movie if you are interested in Italy (and don't like Silvio Berlusconi), but it is not one that is incredibly important. It's basically a very good 60 Minutes story - or really, three stories - but with a lot more animosity.

Stars: 2.5 of 4

BearCity (Saturday, Octoer 23, 2010) (139)

BearCity is a very sweet movie about a young gay guy in New York City who comes out as a bear lover, a lover of big hairy men, and falls in with group of bear couples. It's basically Sex in the City but with bears.


Tyler (Joe Conti) meets bear Fred (Brian Keane) at a casting gig who then introduces the youngster to Roger (Gerald McCullouch), the king (or queen) bear in Chelsea. Tyler falls for Roger right away, but is nervous because his sexual exploits are legendary and he worries he's not ready for such a guy. Tyler has to gain confidence as a bear lover to win Roger's heart so they can fall in love and live happily ever after.


The story is totally silly here, but I appreciate that it sets up a world where everyone is gay and everyone is a bear. It's rather a gonzo world where there are simply no straights to be found and the spectrum of people goes from twink to polar bear.


The script by director Douglas Langway and Lawrence Ferber is very funny, though not all that amazing. Were this not a gay movie marketed specifically to gays, this probably would not have been made.


Most of the actors are very funny and great in their roles. Joe Conti, as Tyler, is a very likable kid who is clearly in love but isn't get comfortable enough in his own skin to feel very confident about himself or his feelings. He's funny and flirty in a very engaging way. Gerald McCullouch, as Roger, is also very funny and rather over-the-top - but in a charming way. He's a good mentor to the young Tyler, but also shows some real depth with his emotions... something I didn't expect from such a film.


This is not a movie that needs to be seen, but it is totally enjoyable if you do decide to see it.


Stars: 2.5 of 4

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22 Ekim 2010 Cuma

Boxing Gym (Friday, October 22, 2010) (138)

Fredrick Wiseman has a beautiful and incredibly pure documentary approach. He basically turns on a camera in a location in front of whatever he's looking to shoot and captures whatever is in front of the lens. After he's amassed a certain number of hours of footage (normally more than a hundred hours) he carefully edits it, creating a film that is more experiential than necessarily narrative. There is basically no editorial commentary in his works, no directorial voice and whatever dialogue shows up is just what the people in front of the camera are saying, totally unscripted. This is a document in its most raw state.

In his most recent picture, Boxing Gym, Wiseman looks inside Richard Lord's boxing gym in Austin, Texas. We see the passage of several weeks (or months) as people come in to train, either learning to box for the physical workout or training for professional fights. We see men and women, kids, fathers, mother and grandfathers, Whites, Blacks, Latinos. Everything we see is inside the gym (with a few shots in the parking lot where clients run short sprints).

The film is basically divided into short chapters, each about six or ten minutes long. They function almost like shorts, with the common theme of boxing. There is no particular plot that pushes the film along. As with a collection of shorts, there are certainly some interesting (if light) parallels that link one sequence to another, but the order is essentially emotional, which is to say somewhat arbitrary and hard to verbalize. Most takes are long, running several minutes each, leading to a very peaceful tone overall.

One of the most interesting elements of the film are the sounds we hear inside the gym and Wiseman's use of the poly-rhythms of the boxers punching bags or trainers' gloves. Boxing training is an act of repetition and we get the wonderful sense of the patterns inside each training routine. It is interesting when the patterns change - when there is a cut from one boxer to another - and how that affects us in the audience. Add to this the sound of electronic alarms letting the boxers know that a certain amount of time has passed and they can move on to another exercise, the film is a percussive symphony.

What makes the film so enjoyable is that the members of the gym form a nice community and all seem like friendly people. It is clear that they come from very different backgrounds, but they workout together on this neutral ground. At one point in the middle of the film, the Virginia Tech shooting takes place. The members gather around one man, who seems to have had a relative in the middle of the action, recounting the story. They are all sober, curious and all have very real reactions. Through this scene, throughout the whole film really, the people seem oblivious to the camera that follows them. This adds a level of real-ness that is hard to capture in our very mediated, reality-TV-based world. This is true cinema verité - and it is incredibly beautiful.

Stars: 3.5 of 4

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YOU WILL MEET A TALL DARK STRANGER: The Film Babble Blog Review


YOU WILL MEET A TALL DARK STRANGER (Dir. Woody Allen, 2010)










Another year, another Woody Allen movie. Another one set in London, but hey! No Scarlett Johansson – so that’s saying something.





This ensemble comedy with Anthony Hopkins, Naomi Watts, and Josh Brolin as the principles reminds me of Juliette Lewis in Allen’s 1992 dramedy HUSBANDS AND WIVES telling her professor (played by Allen) her impressions of his long gestating novel:





“You make suffering so funny. All the lost souls running around.”





There’s plenty of lost souls, but suffering though isn’t so funny here – it’s not even that affecting.





To break it down – we start with Gemma Jones as the estranged wife of Hopkins visiting a fortune teller (Pauline Collins) for advice about how to move on. She’s despondent and in need of drink which could define every character on display.





Jones’ daughter, Watts, is in a frustrating marriage to Brolin who is struggling with writing a new novel. Brolin pines for a woman (Frieda Pinto from "Slumdog Millionaire") he sees through his flat’s adjacent window.





Watts, meanwhile pines for her new boss (Antonio Banderas) at the art gallery where she just got a new job as an assistant.





In one of the most clichéd premises of a mid life crises I’ve ever seen Hopkins introduces his new fiancée (Lucy Punch) to Watts and Brolin over dinner and the extremely unnecessary narrator (Zak Orth) tells us that he’s not telling the whole truth about her.





Punch is a ditzy call girl who Hopkins woos into matrimony with promises of minks and money you see and so, of course, it’s a doomed relationship.





Meanwhile Brolin, jealous of a friend’s manuscript, goes to the dark side after finding out that his friend is dead after an automobile accident. He steals the book and his publisher loves it, but the catch is that is that his friend isn’t dead – he’s in a coma and doctors say there’s a chance he could recover at any time.





Brolin courts Pinto causing her to call off her engagement while Watts finds out her boss is seeing somebody else on the side from his wife and Hopkins is cuck-holded by Punch who also runs up quite a tab on his dime.





Jones, with the help of Collins, seeks spiritual comfort as well as companionship, but might find both in the form of, no, not a tall dark stranger, a short fat one portrayed by Roger Ashton-Griffiths who owns an occult bookshop and pines for his deceased wife.





The same tired themes of spirituality verses common sense are trotted out – it’s a treatise on whatever works to get one through life – like say in Allen’s last film “Whatever Works” – and the emptiness that the characters try to overcome weighs down the film in a wretched way.





Still, Brolin’s dilemma is compelling stuff even if it doesn’t come to a satisfying resolution (or any resolution really).





YOU WILL MEET A TALL DARK STRANGER is a close to middling film with one juicy story thread (Brolin’s literary nightmare) amid warmed over Woody Allen thematic material that he has done to death.





Somebody not so fluent with the Woodman’s work may get more out of it, but would such a person really be interested in seeing it?





Brolin’s scenerio made me think that’s there’s still enough there for Allen to keep making movies, but maybe not so often as a film a year like his current record.





That’s not gonna happen however. Allen has another project already in the works (MIDNIGHT IN PARIS) so maybe I should be thankful at this late date that at least some shred of quality still remains.




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19 Ekim 2010 Salı

Hereafter (Wednesday, October 20, 2010) (137)

Hereafter is a pretty annoying movie directed by Clint Eastwood (and written by Peter Morgan) about a man who is legitimately able to communicate with the dead and two people who desperately want to speak to him about dead people in their lives. George Lonegan (Matt Damon) is a sweet man who had some brain injury as a child after which he became able to talk to the dead. For awhile he was a professional medium, but ultimately retired because dealing with so much pain and death became too much for him to take every day.

Marie LeLay (Cécile de France) is a French journalist who is on vacation in Southeast Asia exactly when there is a tsunami that comes ashore and kills thousands of people. She witnesses a girl getting killed in the melee that follows and is haunted by her. She begins investigating people who communicate with the dead and finds out there is a massive international conspiracy of doctors trying to cover up this work.

Marcus is a boy in London who has an identical twin, Jason. One day Jason is killed in the street and Marcus desperately misses him and hopes to communicated with him. Both Marcus and Marie find George on the Internet (because even though his business is closed, his website is still up and these are the only two people who have found it.... uh.... OK) and they track him down in London and ask for his help. At some point George tries being a normal single guy and meets a girl named Melanie (Bryce Dallas Howard, who is remarkably good here - possibly her only good performance ever), but ultimately can't become romantically involved with her because when they touch, he sees her dead parents. (Oh c'mon. Fuck - really?!)

There is so much terrible stuff in the script its rather difficult to get into this film at all. The premise of the story has so many dumb holes in it that it falls apart with the touch of a feather. How can George shake hands with anyone if he'll see their dead friends when they clasp hands? How is it that there's a massive conspiracy against people talking to the dead? Why is it that George is the only real medium in the world and all others are frauds? Why on earth do we need some ridiculous medical explanation as to how he talks to the dead because his brain is different?

There is one well-made scene that shows Eastwood as the talented director he is (though I think his reputation exceeds his actual body of work). There's a lovely scene when George and Melanie are in a cooking class and playing a blindfolded name-the-vegetable game. It's shot very tightly and Eastwood uses sound and lots of anticipation to create a very intense, erotic moment.

But that's about all that's good in the move. The rest worthless is drivel. Somehow this movie about a medium and talking to the dead is neither religious nor is it new age. It's just banal Hollywood garbage.

Stars: 1.5 of 4

RED: The Film Babble Blog Review

RED (Dir. Robert Schwentke, 2010)










Sometimes it seems like every other movie opening this year at the multiplex is a comic throwback to ‘80s action movies or based on a graphic novel I wasn’t aware of before.





To its credit RED is both. But that’s the only credit I’ll give this unfunny overblown mess though.





RED is titled after the stamp on agent Frank Moses' (Bruce Willis) file, meaning "retired, extremely dangerous."





Willis leads a mundane life as a former Black Ops CIA agent who tears up his retirement checks just so he can continue to call customer service representative Mary Louise Parker because he has a crush on her.





Before you know it Willis is on the run from government assassins and he abducts Parker for the ride. She goes along with it in her typical jaded Weeds fashion, but the unbelievable and incredibly contrived nature of her role never convinces for a second.





Parker’s life before was boring and now she’s caught up in a world of espionage – I get it, but it’s such a cringing cliché with a capital C.


He re-unites his old crew – the all star cast of Morgan Freeman, Helen Mirren, Ernest Borgnine and John Malkovich – to fight the attackers and it’s one shoot-em-up after another.





The film is solidly staged but it’s a joyless affair with really poorly written dialogue and a distinct lack of laughs.





At this point in Willis’s career it’s surprising he would be attracted to this boring by-the-numbers material.





Willis just sleep walks (sometimes in slow motion) through a barely interesting plot handled with a hodgepodge of styles and clashing tones. The narrative involves a cover-up of Guatemalan slayings orchestrated by the Vice President (Julian McMahon).





There’s some seriousness in the seams but it’s overshadowed by cloying silliness. It’s also off-putting that the film has an unbearable sense of self satisfaction.





Malkovich as a jacked up explosives expert appears to be having fun with his role, but with such lame one-liners (none of which I can remember or else I’d quote one) that feeling is far from contagious.





Freeman, who is 73, plays an 80 year old ex-agent – a role that requires no heavy lifting, just his patented homespun delivery. Borgnine is 93 and like Malkovich he’s seems to be having a good time. Maybe he’s just happy to be anywhere these days.





Then there’s Dame Helen Mirren in a white evening gown firing a machine gun. That’s supposed to be a hilarious image, but it creaks like everything else in this misguided movie.





Oh, and I shouldn’t forget Richard Dreyfuss, still channeling Dick Cheney from W, as a bad guy who is also saddled with lines that fall flat. “I did it for the money” Dreyfuss revealed in a recent interview. 


It sure shows.


I saw somebody on a message board refer to this film as THE EXPENDABLES but with people who can actually act.” I can go with that because just like that Sylvester Stallone all star vehicle, this is ultimately a lame package.





RED, which I think should stand for Really Excruciating Drivel, is a waste every way you can cut it.




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