Showing posts with label COLD WEATHER. Show all posts
Showing posts with label COLD WEATHER. Show all posts

Thursday, February 21, 2019

Mads Mikkelsen: on ice in Joe Penna's endurance test, ARCTIC, and prone to more cold weather and murder in Jonas Åkerlund's ugly, envelope-pushing POLAR


Mads Mikkelsen is one of TrustMovies' favorite living actors. We'll watch him in just about anything, and now, after his two current endeavors, we feel that we have. ARCTIC, the better -- if still pretty tiresome to sit through (unless you're a glutton for punishment) -- of the two films finds the actor stranded in that titular locale after a plane crash. Except for its frozen wasteland, the film has oodles in common with the earlier survival-at-sea movie, All Is Lost, which was infinitely easier to sit through because there was so much more going on and we learned more about the film's single character than we ever do here.

As directed and co-written (with Ryan Morrison, who also edited the movie) by Joe Penna (shown at right), what's mostly going on in Arctic is a lot of trekking and trudging across frozen vast white spaces, as our hero hopes to be rescued or reach some kind of civilization.

That's it, plot-wise. To even begin to describe the very few "incidents" that try to enliven that plot would be to give away the minor spoilers the film offers. Best to concentrate on Mr. Mikkelsen, below, who proves, as usual, quite watchable.

The character he plays, Overgård (we know this only from the name on the jacket the man wears), is clearly highly intelligent and resourceful -- de rigueur for this kind of film -- which of course will help him in his quest/journey. Yet the most interesting thing we note about Overgård is his his concern and caring for life -- in whatever form it takes. This is clear early on, as he catches a fish, and later come to further fruition via his treatment of one of the only two other humans we (vaguely) meet in this movie.

If you are a fan of lone survivor movies -- and not those of the horror/thriller/slasher sort -- Arctic may be quite to your taste. I found it slow going, with a finale (spoiler just ahead) that, while welcome on one level, utterly disappoints on another, via its obvious nod to the necessities of feel-good, commercial cinema. Overall, while I admired things about the film, I didn't actually enjoy it much.

From Bleecker Street and running 98 minutes, Arctic opened February 1 on the coasts and will hit South Florida tomorrow, Friday, February 22. In Miami, it will play the AMC's Sunset Place 24 and Aventura 24 and Regal's South Beach 18, in Fort Lauderdale at The Classic Gateway, in Boca Raton at the Regal Shadowood, in Boynton Beach at the Cinemark, in West Palm Beach at the AMC City Place 20 and Cobb's Downtown at the Mall 16 in Palm Beach Gardens, and in Jupiter at the Cineopolis. Wherever you may live around the USA, click here to find your nearest theater(s).


We get to see lots more of Mr. Mikkelsen in POLAR, the junky, envelope-pushing, let's-out-Tarantino-little-Quentin movie directed by Jonas Åkerlund (shown below), with a  screenplay by Jayson Rothwell, from the graphic novel by Victor Santos.

In the film, Mikkelsen plays Duncan Visla, the world's best assassin-for-hire (a profession that is not exactly "heroic," right?) who, when retirement time comes, is betrayed by his "boss" so that said boss can have what ought to have been Visla's multi-million-dollar retirement bonus.

The boss (played by an over-the-top Matt Lucas, below), by the way, is doing this to all his retirement-age assassins. Perhaps an assassins' union is in order? In any case, this nasty guy has sent out his supposedly best set of young assassins to murder the old ones. But in trying to reach their prey, these "kids" decide to murder a whole bevy of those whom they find "in between."

While watching this increasingly florid crock of shit you can't help wondering: Did the filmmakers somehow imagine that because they've dressed their kids in cutesy costumes and chosen perhaps the weirdest set of victims so far seen -- the most horrible is the character who seems to have stumbled from My 600-Pound Life into his or her (not sure which) 600-Pound Death.

This is envelope-pushing, all right, and it stinks of near complete inhumanity and sleaze. Ooooooh: Let's laugh while we watch these folk being "creatively" murdered. It's not dark, it's dreck. Ah, but there is that attempt at humanity provided by our Duncan's near-constant flashing back to a murder episode that he clearly regrets. Oh, so sad.

In the supporting cast is Vanessa Hudgens as the sweet but clearly unhappy neighbor who lives across from Duncan's hide-out home. Hudgens, above, right, with Mikkelsen, is very good (compare this performance with that of her Maureen in the recent Rent: Live on TV), and so, I suppose, are many others in the large cast. But to what avail?

Mikkelsen himself (above, further above, and torso-wise below) seen mostly in black eye-patch, is reliable as always, and in this film, unlike Arctic, we get to see much more of him -- killing, cracking-wise, fucking in the nude, and so forth. At age 53 he still looks fabulous and seems to grow more versatile, acting-wise, with each new year. He even executive produced this film (he must have been impressed by the success of his envelope-pushing Hannibal TV series). But again, to what avail?

Streaming now via Netflix, Polar runs just under two full hours. The film's finale actually proved a nice surprise (to me, at least; you might have guessed the connection) that even made good sense. But, boy, how I wished there had been a decent movie in front of that interesting ending.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Aaron Katz is back with the genre-jumping, mumblecore-mystery COLD WEATHER

As the maker of my favorite mumblecore movie so far -- Quiet City -- Aaron Katz holds a place of esteem in TrustMovies' overcrowded heart. That film -- with its wonderfully dear characters whom the viewer wants to protect and nourish (rather than, as too often happens with m'core, shrug off) and its pristine, tactile cinematography in which even the NYC subway system manages to look gorgeous -- is a special favorite of mine in a genre that I don't overly appreciate. How could I not have great expectations for Mr. Katz' new one, COLD WEATHER? To some extent those expectations are fulfilled, even if, by the finale, they remain wanting.

I suspect that Mr Katz, shown at right, has more affection -- visually, at least -- for his adopted New York borough than for his hometown of Portland, Oregon, if what we see in his earlier and recent films are an indication. Portland (where I've been maybe once in my life, and as a boy) looks dank, gray and particularly uninviting -- even the seashore seems unappealing -- compared to the luster and beauty he finds in Brooklyn. The one truly spectacular scene (in a movie filled with some of the most drab locations imaginable) comes near the beginning as the film's main characters, a brother and sister, visit what looks like a landmark of sorts: the bridge backed by a huge waterfall, shown below.  We see this from afar, which is stunning enough, and then up close.

Brother Doug, our main character (played by Quiet City's Cris Lankenau) has come back home to reforge ties with his sister Gail (Trieste Kelly Dunn). Something of a misfit who so far has failed (or never finished) everything he's set his mind to, from school to employment, he seems initially needy and maybe even a little nuts. The scene in which he, completely unannounced, pulls his sis from her place of employment in the middle of the day to go see the sea treads close to defying credibility.

Things pick up with Doug takes a job in an ice factory and becomes pals with Carlos (Raul Castillo, from Paraiso Travel). They pick up further when his ex-girlfriend (Robyn Rikoon) appears, hooks up with Carlos and then involves them all in something mysterious -- which we won't go into here due to spoilers afoot. When the movie ventures into mystery territory -- which is Katz's choice and desire -- it comes alive on a whole new level but also never quite congeals.

Though our hero Doug claims an appreciation for and understanding of Sherlock Holmes, the mystery has the odd and slightly off-kilter feel of the Hardy Boys visiting a porno site. It's never clear just what is at stake or how serious or even dangerous the whole thing might be. Consequently, while some suspense and the off-hand thrill appear now and then, more questions are left unanswered going out than coming in -- which is not perhaps the best idea for mystery-genre satisfaction. As for the bro/sis conflict/resolution, this, too, remains somehow out of our grasp by virtue of our not really knowing enough to care -- which eventually translates into not caring enough to want to know more. The details chosen here for exposition are more often flabby  than vital or specific. They don't resonate nor help expand characterization.

Still, the movie remains never less than  loosey-goosey pleasant, and its cast is certainly game. Mr. Lankenau, with his beady eyes, open face and scruffy, semi-beard, makes an interesting protagonist; Castillo is an asset who might have been made better use of (he disappears well before the finale), while Dunn and Rikoon are respectively solid and mysterious.

Cold Weather (which open in the midst of our own), from IFC Films, begins performances this Friday, February 4, in NYC at the IFC Center, and comes to On-Demand via Sundance Selects on February 9.