Showing posts with label the year's best films. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the year's best films. Show all posts

Monday, December 5, 2016

THE BRAND NEW TESTAMENT: Jaco Van Dormael's best film since Toto the hero


Jaco Van Dormael, that visual master of prestidigitation and whimsy, is back -- with a "religious" movie that is not merely irreverent but downright nasty (deservedly so: we're talking god here), smart, angry, romantic, charming, funny, feminist, and philosophical, too. It is also a major delight from start to finish.

M. Van Dormael (perhaps I should not being using the abbreviation for Monsieur, but the movie is spoken partially in French), shown at left, the Belgian filmmaker who has given us at least two marvelous movies -- Toto The Hero and Mr. Nobody -- has now provided a kind of trilogy of world-class amazements with his latest work, THE BRAND NEW TESTAMENT, via which we learn that god is alive and unwell mentally and living in Brussels, with his beleaguered wife and angry, adolescent daughter.

God is also a power-hungry, nasty fanatic who likes to screw things up and set rules (a number of which we learn) designed to gum up everything from mankind's fondest hopes to its smallest endeavors. And, yes, he works via computer. That he is played by the consummate actor, Benoît Poelvoorde (above), just adds to the fun.

When that daughter (the pert and pugnacious Pili Groyne, above, right, and below (the fabulous actress Yolande Moreau plays mom, above, center) decides to do something about her dad's decadent reign, the plot takes off and doesn't stop until the guy is put in his place and the world can maybe begin again. Under new management.

How we get there proves all the fun, and this also allows Van Dormael to let loose with his full arsenal of too-much-ness. If ever a movie called for this kind of over-the-top whimsical style, it's The Brand New Testament, and the writer/director goes at it full-throttle. What he comes up with is too good to give away. You'll have to see the movie to experience the full fun.

Suffice it to say that we'll meet not only the daughter's more-famous brother -- a certain Jesus fellow -- but also a new round of "disciples" (above) that include -- as did the earlier ones, I suspect -- just your average, problemed guys with, this time around, some gals added to the ever-bubbling mix.

Among the latter is that French icon Catherine Deneuve (in background, above, and second from right, two photos above), as game as ever and here to be found in bed with a gorilla -- and, no, I do not mean Gérard Depardieu in his macho nutcase mode -- but the real thing. Each of the new disciples, you see, is afflicted with a rather desperate human need, which our good daughter and her brand new testament can heal.

In the midst of all the invention here is a dream sequence featuring a disembodied hand doing a lovely dance that helps another of those disciples (Laura Verlinden, above) with her own physical limitation. Van Dormael's past use of whimsy has, I think, alienated certain critics. Here, however, they may find themselves in the fold, due to the director's ability to make that whimsy unusually pointed, meaningful and rich -- and, in the case of Ms Verlinden's character, exquisitely moving.

Simply on the basis of another small but choice character named Kevin -- who, each time he turns up, makes us guffaw anew -- The Brand New Testament is a must. Do stay and view the entire end credits to enjoy Kevin's final visit. (That's yet another fine and famous Belgian actor, François Damiens, above, playing a disciple with a killer instinct.)

The movie -- one more gem (along with The Innocents, Francofonia and Monster With a Thousand Heads) to be released this year by Music Box Films -- in French and German with English subtitles, runs 114 minutes. In terms of length, this comes in about halfway between Toto and Nobody. Where whimsy is concerned, shorter, I think, is generally better. The film opens this Friday, December 9, in New York City (at The Landmark Sunshine Cinema), Los Angeles (at the Landmark NuArt) and South Florida: in Miami at the MDC Tower Theater, in Boca Raton at the Living Room Theaters, and in Fort Lauderdale at the Gateway Theater. Over the weeks to come the film will open in another 36 cities. To view them all, simply click here and then click on THEATERS in the task bar midway down the screen.

Monday, April 15, 2013

IN THE HOUSE: Education, creation & family inhabit Ozon's finest and most mature work

All right: I admit it. I have a special love for films that tackle the creative process: How creativity happens and art -- or, unfortunately, sometimes fart -- comes into being. I also (usually) love the films of François Ozon, and this one, I'll wager, is his best yet. His masterpiece. IN THE HOUSE is the finest movie of any kind I've seen so far this year (or last, actually). I cannot recommend it more ferociously.

Based on the play (unseen by me), The Guy in the Last Row, from Spanish writer Juan Mayorga, the material would seem to have everything we've come to expect from M. Ozon (the filmmaker is shown at right) -- and more.

What's new here is, at the very heart of things, a kindness and empathy for every character that is rare for movies and even more so in the work of this particular filmmaker. At this point in time, Ozon has gone from the enfant terrible of his early years to a man fully in command of his art who wants to explore how that art comes into being, together with the joy it brings and, yes, the toll it takes.

What makes the movie especially wonderful is that it isn't simply about something (which is already more than many movies can manage). It's about just about everything: life and art and why things happen and what they mean and how they matter. It's playful. It's dead serious (but always fun). It's romantic, sexy, naughty, nasty and finally life-affirming without out a trace of feel-good drivel.

By the end of this strange and joyful lamentation, you'll have been jerked around so brilliantly and so often (but without ever losing your way through this mine-field of desire and need) that you'll breathe, rather than a sigh of relief, one of understanding and gratitude. Unless, of course, you don't care much about art and creativity, reality and fiction -- in which case, go see G.I. Joe.

The plot begins with a tired teacher in high school (the great actor/comedian Fabrice Luchini, above, right), his wife (Kristin Scott Thomas, above, left) who runs an art gallery, and his most talented student Claude (Ernst Unhauer, below) whose "creative writing" comes from a rather tricky place: the goings-on in the lives of the family of a classmate. Compared to that of any of the other students, Claude's writing is good. Very good. But should it be encouraged?

Further, what are the motivations here, from both the young writer and his adult teacher? We enter the teacher's life and that of his wife, but the student/writer's not so much -- except in how he interacts with that family, a wonderful group made up of mom (the still gorgeous and ever more alluring and maturing Emmanuelle Seigner, (shown on couch, below, center) dad (a wonderfully likable lunk played by Denis Ménochet, on couch at left) and their son Rafa, the classmate of Claude (Bastien Ughetto, at right on the couch, below).

This plot spins in different directions, depending upon Claude's whim/desires and the directions given by his teacher. But then the teacher becomes involved in a way that changes everything, and the tale begins to whirl, it seems, out of anyone's control.

Along the way, you may be reminded of everything from Pirandello to the play/film Five Finger Exercise to the more recent Adaptation. But the result is purely Ozon's -- along with playwright Mayorga's -- own. Storytelling has seldom seemed so full of possibi-lity, or of traps, nor humanity so poignant, vulnerable and alive.

After viewing this marvel, one may wonder how the actors managed to account for their motivations, so many and varied are these by the time the film has wrapped. Yet each performance is so full and real at every moment along the way, that this cast deserves some sort of ensemble award for versatility and pliability.

By the final scene, for me one of the most beautiful in movie memory, both the characters on-screen and us in the audience seem to float suspended in a near-miraculous state of grace. This is movie magic of the highest order. I cannot wait to see the film again.

In the House, from Cohen Media Group and running 105 minutes, opens this Friday, April 19, in New York City at the Landmark Sunshine Cinema and the Lincoln Plaza Cinema and in Los Angeles at The Landmark. The movie will be playing elsewhere around the county, so come Friday, go to your favorite online ticket purveyor and plug in your zip code to find out where it'll screen near you. Update March 2014: this movie is now available via Netflix streaming, so grab it!

All the photos above are from the film itself, 
except that of M. Ozon, which is by Jim Spellman 
and comes courtesy of GettyImages.com

Monday, October 22, 2012

Lorraine Levy's THE OTHER SON is an amazing, moving, vital & important film; Q&A with this talented filmmaker

So many movies these days are either hybrid documentaries that mix fact and fiction or narrative films based (sometimes very loosely) on "real-life events," that sitting in a theater and watching THE OTHER SON, the vitally important and moving (almost beyond belief) new film from Lorraine Levy (shown below) you sit spellbound, knowing that this movie must be based on fact. But I don't believe that it is. Instead it's the creation of some caring, intelligent, thoughtful artists looking to find a way into, and thus out of, one of the most intractable and seemingly insoluble situations in our world today, that of Israel in Palestine.

If you read other reviews of the film -- and I wish you would not, so that you come to this movie clean -- you'll be apprised of the central situation -- which is such a shock to all involved that it should also come as one to the audience so that we can experience things as do the characters. I'll just say that the movie involves two families, one Israeli, the other Palestinian, and what happens to rock both their worlds as they have know them for nearly 20 years.

This central idea is close to perfect in the manner in which it forces us to confront the Israel/Palestine situation. While this story could be set just about anywhere, placing it here, in this middle-east powder keg, is simply genius. It involves two mothers, two fathers, two sons and their siblings, and as it spins out, the tale takes in culture, faith, tradition and growth -- on both sides of the fence. The movie is particularly effective is showing us how the meaning of all these things can change -- in the blink of an eye. Not simply even-handed, this movie is deeply felt and beautifully performed.

Anyone (the New York reviewer for the end-of-magazine Agenda section, for instance) who judges this film "somewhat dramatically inert" must have slept through the movie. The very situation in which these two families find themselves is so fraught with drama -- each character's handling of the situation becomes a mini-drama unto itself -- that there is more dramatic tension here than in any ten movies you can name. That Levy and her estimable cast almost never allow things to go overboard is a mark of just how exceptional the movie is.

The Jewish family is portrayed by several fine actors: That stalwart of French cinema for over 25 years, Emmanuelle Devos plays mom (above, right); Pascal Elbé is dad (above, left) and Jules Sitruk (remember the French exchange student in Son of Rambow?), below, is one of the titular sons. Each is terrific, but the movie truly belongs to its moms -- as motherhood is examined in a way that few films have managed previously.

I am less familiar with the actors who play the Palestinian family, but they are every bit as good as those who play their Jewish counterparts: Areen Omari (mom, below, center, right), Khalifa Natour (dad, below at right), a simply gorgeous young man named Mehdi Dehbi (below, left) as the son, and in a pivotal role of his brother is another notable actor, Mahmud Shalaby, who was so striking earlier this year as the sexy singer in Free Men. (Shalaby is shown in the photo at bottom of this post.)

Ms Levy enables us to experience the fraught situation from all angles and from each character's perspective and in the process challenges our whole notion of identity. Her movie forces us, just as it does her characters, to rank humanity a tad higher than something so puny as the supposed will of Yaweh/Allah. Given what she tells us in the short interview below, I do wish that the filmmaker had ended her movie a bit differently. As it is, the finale is no deal-breaker, but the film did not need this little burst of melodrama that she gives it. Still, if The Other Son is not the best film  (and it's up there) so far this year, it is certainly among the most important.

The movie -- from Cohen Media Group and running 105 minutes -- opens this Friday, October 26, in New York City at Landmarks' Sunshine and Clearview's 1st and 62nd; in Queens at the Kew Gardens Cinema, in Brooklyn at the Brooklyn Heights Cinema, and in Westchester at the Jacob Burns Film Center and Clearview's Cinema 100.  Look for it in CT, NJ and Long Island, as well.  In the Los Angeles area, it will open this Friday at various Laemmle Theaters, and will then appear in the weeks to come across country at other Landmark Theaters.

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TrustMovies has not much time to spare these days, but when he sees a movie this good and this important, the chance to speak briefly with the filmmaker is too appealing to miss.  So he spoke with Lorraine Levy via phone and translator a couple of weeks back, and here's the transcript of the highlights from our conversation. Below, TM appears in boldface and Ms Levy, shown below with some of her cast members, in standard type.  (There may be some spoilers below, so why not see the movie first and read afterward?)

TrustMovies: First of all, let me say how impressed I was with your film. This idea of the film is one of the best I’ve ever seen in terms of coming at the Israel/Palestine dilemma. I thought when I first saw your movie that it must have been based on a real-life situation, but evidently it was not. It was simply thought up by you, the filmmaker…?

Lorraine Levy: No, this story is not based on any real-life situation, but it could have been. We have been able to find a lot of reports by people who were incorrectly returned to their parents during emergency evacuations during wartime. The number of testimonies available on this is growing, and there are people now who are convinced that they do have their true parents. So we decided to use this but make it more extreme: babies given over to mistaken parents: the Israeli child to Palestinians, and the reverse. I did this in order to explore what it means to be the other. To explore what is the quest for identity, and what is the path we have to take in order to overcome some prejudices.

After I saw your film, what I wanted most, and still want, is to have your movie seen all over the world, starting with the two places in which the film is located and where it means the most. Now, I am not stupid enough to imagine that it will change tons of minds, but it is bound to change some and will make some people stop and think, feel more deeply, and imagine what this might be like if the situation happened to them.

I am very touched by what you just said. This is something I really wanted to do with this film. I wanted so much that this film really touch people on that emotional level. I also want them to be able to extrapolate the situation into other areas. This is a situation that exists throughout out the world. Brothers ultimately are brothers. I have in mind the Martin Luther Kinbg “I have a dream” speech because I do believe that we are all brothers.

Because your film had its date of theatrical open delayed, and certain of us critic were not paying close enough attention, one capsule review appeared a few week ago that claimed that The Other Son, while it had an interesting premise, simply had no drama to it. This strikes me a ridiculous, because the very situation central to the film is so fraught with drama that this is really all you need, I think. Can you comment on this?

I believe you are right because this really is a paroxysm of drama. These are people who are suddenly overwhelmed. And, yes, the drama is in the situation itself. However, if what this critic was trying to say was that I did not treat the drama in a dramatic enough way, then he may have a point. I did not treat this in an overly dramatic way, I wanted to treat it in a way that offered more distance. Maybe with a little bit more reticence. In that way, I hoped to make it more real and perhaps less “dramatic.”

The casting here was particularly good. Emmanuelle Devos (above) is always wonderful, but it was Pascal Elbé (below) who did surprise me. I have seen him in action movies and comedies, but this is maybe the best role I’ve seen him tackle. I am less familiar with the actors who play the Palestinian family, but they were also fine. Did you rely on your casting director, or were these actors your idea? How did that work?

I actually used three casting directors; One in France, one in Israel, and one in Palestine. I knew very quickly, of course, for the French. I wanted Emmanuelle. I thought she really, for me, embodied what the character is. She was what I had in mind. I had already worked with Pascale Elbé, before in a comedy. I found that, as an actor, he had tremendous depth and a great deal of gravity. I wanted to give him a vehicle that would show this depth and gravity on screen. I have tremendous admiration for actors who can act "silence,” and he does this very well.

As far as the Palestinian actors, I did not know them, but through the casting director, I was able to discover some wonderful people. The actors who play the mother and father are very well-know stage actors, and it was a great thing for me to be able to work with them.

I hope this film, which I think may be the most important of the year, does well here-- and everywhere. And I want to thank you so much for making it. And I look forward to your next project.

I am very touched by what you say, because, when you are a filmmaker, you tend to be rather fragile because you have so many choices to make during the film-making process. I have learned that this film really does touch the heart of people all over the world, in Asia, South America, Scandinavia, Europe -- everywhere, so far. I think this is illustrative of the fact the film addresses questions we all share -- and must deal with.

Has the movie opened in Israel yet?

No, but it was selected for the Jerusalem Film Festival, and the screening went very well. The film was well received.

Our time is up, and so we thank Lorraine, 
and the very fine translator, for their time.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Richard Linklater's BERNIE hits a high mark for the year. Hell, even Texas looks good!

How good is BERNIE, the new film from a fellow who is certainly up there with the best of our American movie-makers: Richard Linklater? Let's put it another way. How good is Jack Black at his best? Or: Can you imagine Mathew McConaughey giving a scaled-down, crisp, smart and somehow non-showy performance? Further: Could any living filmmaker (this one is shown below) make Shirley MacLaine fit seamlessly into all of this? And finally, knowing TrustMovies' penchant for Texas-hating (well, he learned it from dem damn movies: Incendiary, Into the Abyss, Texas Killing Fields and on and on!), how could a film that features this state and its denizens seem to be taking place in a little slice of heaven? (Granted, it's set in East Texas. But still...) Bernie manages all of this and more. Yes, it's that good.

Where to start? With Mr. Black, below, who tops anything he's done so far, and that is saying plenty. He takes an unusual character and makes him live and breathe and, while seeming immediate and very real, also seems always to be just slightly mysterious. Maybe too good to be true. But then, maybe not. It's hard to pin down the magic this actor achieves. If a nomination is not already in the works, for god sake, get a campaign going. Black makes Bernie (the man and the movie) funny, of course, but also honest and kind and odd and happy (and gay) and just a tad frightening. As I say (and Doris Day once sang), it's magic. And when at last we see the real Bernie, briefly at movie's end, the performance seems even more truthful and special.

Much credit -- reams, tons -- must go to Mr. Linklater, who does something so effortlessly sophisticated and charming that he has reeled you in before you quite know you're hooked. He uses narration about as well (and as much) as I've seen done in any movie and couples it so cleverly into his living narrative, moving back and forth with such ease and delight, that we can only follow along. Title cards, witty and loving, appear with some regularity, too. "Loving" actually hits it dead-on, I think. This is perhaps as loving a film -- about a place and the people in it -- as I can recall. And yet it never gushes or moons. It keeps its irony going strong but, still, love conquers all.

You'll notice that I am going nowhere near the plot. Nor will I. You need to approach this film knowing as little about it as possible, then letting Linklater's wonderful scenario creep up and wash over you. What happens (and how) is such surprising, frisky fun that to know too much is to experience a spoiler a minute. (Those of you who've read the article that appeared in the The New York Times Magazine two weeks ago, be warned: The friend who attended the screening with me and had read it said that it did indeed dampen his enthusiasm somewhat by giving away too much. So read the article, sure, but after you see the film.)

Back to Black. The actor sings, he dances, he romances (courtly and non-sexual, of course), and he does all this so well. Not like the wailing award-winners on those sappy TV programs, but simply and professionally. Watching the scene from Bernie's production of The Music Man is like watching a really good production of a high school musical. You understand how important Bernie is to these kids -- and to the whole town. Ditto his work with Little Leaguers (above).

I don't know that anyone intentionally meant it this way, but Black's performance and Linklater's fine work stand as a paean to the closeted, southern gay man and what he's had to do to win the community's heart and mind (Bernie does). We see how he does it all, but not so much the why. We get little of Bernie's background, so character, not to mention the whole truth, remains mysterious. Which, I think, is the way it should be. Actions, after all, count for nearly everything. In the end, this stands as one of the important morals of the movie.

Though every last tiny role is brought to life beautifully, there are really only three of note in the movie: Black's, MacLaine's and McConaughey's. If it's Black's movie, the support he gets from the other two help make it so. MacLaine, at left, is on-screen very little, but not a moment with her is wasted. For awhile it seems that Bernie has gotten through to her character, but no: She soon goes back to her former self. In life, most of us do not change. We can maybe lessen our worse qualities and try a little harder. But few of us become drastically different.

McConaughey, above, is usually a showy actor (The Lincoln Lawyer), and he's good at it and lots of fun, too. Here, he's much less sexy than usual. Looking studious and serious behind glasses, he does not even appear to be Matthew McConaughey, initially. But self-love, kept cleverly and ironically at a discrete distance, permeates his character, and the actor does a bang-up job of giving his law officer everything he needs to succeed.

Other than these three pros, the movie's ace-in-the-hole are its townspeople whom Linklater brings to life with exactly the right amount of time and a wonderfully light touch. I tried to watch carefully as the end credits rolled to see if they were credited as being the actual townspeople, but I saw no mention of this. David Denby, in his review in The New Yorker, says they were. All the more reason then, to treasure this film -- which blends truth and its fictional cousin to a fare-thee-well, as near perfectly as any movie-maker has so far managed.

Bernie may remind you of of the work of Errol Morris, particularly his recent Tabloid, though Mr. Morris enjoys making fun of his subjects more, I think, than does Mr. Linklater, who tends to identify with them. If the noted documentarian were to make another narrative film (his Dark Wind didn't work too well), it might look something like this one -- 104 minutes, from Millennium Entertainment -- which opens Friday, April 27, at, I hope, a theater near you. In New York, it's opening exclusively at the Angelika Film Center. Elsewhere? I don't know. Maybe the movie's web site will eventually post playdates, cities and theaters. (That would be helpful, Millennium....)

Thursday, September 23, 2010

New York Film Festival begins tomorrow: the very best from fests around the globe

Olivier Assayas, with one of his best-reviewed movies ever; the latest from Kelly Reichardt, Abbas Kiarostami, Mike Leigh, Raul Ruiz, Manoel de Oliveira and, of course, Apitchatpong Weerasethakul (known to some as "Joe" but whose name TrustMovies has been pronouncing phonetically, if not correctly, for years now); a recent round of Romanian cinema and something new from Hong Sang-soo.

What -- that's not enough?  OK:  "Masterworks" from both Japan and Mexico; director "dialogs" with David Fincher, Julie Taymor, Ms Reichardt and "Joe"; the yearly Views from the Avant-Garde (that's one view, above); and a bunch of special events that really do seem special (a Mexican "Dracula", the life and work of Jack Cardiff, the Scorsese/Kent Jones A Letter to Elia). And -- oh, yeah -- a new (I suspect, if history runs true) "big nothing" from the one-and-only Jean-Luc Godard.  Plus cannibals. That's right: Its the Film Society of Lincoln Center's 48th edition of what is arguably the most popular yearly event for Big Apple cinephiles: The New York Film Festival. So line up and just try to get tickets.

But wait: There are actually plenty of seats remaining for many of the films in this year's fest, even if certain attractions are long gone: Fincher's director's dialog and opening night screening of The Social Network (with the ubiquitous Andrew Garfield, above left, and Jesse Eisenberg, at right), the evening showing of Taymor's Tempest, closing night with Mr. Eastwood's Hereafter; and special events like the one-time-only Letter to Elia screening, Mike Leigh: Shooting London, and the never-before-seen-commercially-in-the-U.S. Nuremberg restoration documentary. (As of late Thursday afternoon, 9/23, the above were the sellouts, so far.)

Yet there will be some really wonderful, lesser-known movies on view, too -- from Xavier Beauvois' profoundly moving study of religious faith and its positive uses, Of Gods and Men to three remarkable examples of early Mexican cinema (a still from one of which is shown below) by Fernando de Fuentes, part of the Masterworks program. I'll have more on these Mexican movies next week, including the new ten-director omnibus movie Revolución, which should bring us further up-to-date on Mexico -- if the current issue of The Onion hasn't done that already. I'll also have more to say about Beauvois' film (said to be France's submission for our Best Foreign Language Film "Oscar" and the movie that led France's box-office when it opened there a couple of weeks ago: god, those French are smart!) when it opens here, via Sony Pictures Classics, later this year (or maybe next).

Many of the films shown at this year's fest have already been picked up for release, and others probably will be.  So don't despair if you're too far away from NYC (or too poor -- as I would certainly be without my press pass) to afford to see this great slate. Even with that press pass, I've so far managed to view less than one-quarter of the films I'd wanted to see. (That's a scene from Taymor's The Tempest, with, left to right, Russell Brand, Alfred Molina and Djimon Hounsou -- the latter looking, uh, not like his usual self -- below. I'll see this one next week & report back then.)

So, those of you nearby and with dollars to spend, mark your calendars as "busy" from tomorrow September 24 through October 10.  You can find the complete program of this year's NY Film Fest, in all its glorious detail, here.  Feel free to scroll up and down and then click all the links along the bottom of the black banner headline at top. One good click will surely lead to another....