Sunday, April 25, 2010

Austrian Writers on Film at AFA with Ophüls' LETTER FROM AN UNKNOWN WOMAN


The ongoing monthly series, Austrian Writers on Film, a collaboration of Anthology Film Archives and the Austrian Cultural Forum NY, gets a special jump-start this coming Thursday, April 29, at 7:15 & 9:15 with a screening of the popular-with-film-buffs-but-rarely-screened LETTER FROM AN UNKNOWN WOMAN -- the Hollywood adaptation by Max Ophüls (shown below) of the Stefan Zweig novella.

Devoted to the intersection of cinema and Austrian literature, this series features films written by, adapted from, or even directed by renowned Austrian novelists, dramatists, poets, and other writers.  The May selection will be Michael Haneke’s French-language (but Vienna-set) film of contemporary Austrian author Elfriede Jelinek’s The Piano Teacher. And June will see the U.S. premiere of what AFA calls "a truly remarkable example of Austrian silent cinema, long thought lost": Hans Karl Breslauer’s The City Without Jews, an adaptation of novelist Hugo Bettauer's satire that proved all too on-target in the decades that followed.

The AFA tells us that April’s screening of this Zweig adaptation (the writer is shown at right) has been scheduled to coincide with a special event taking place at the Austrian Cultural Forum New York on Friday, April 30: a panel discussion entitled “The New World of Yesterday: Stefan Zweig’s Utopian Nostalgia”, which will focus on Zweig’s work and his final years in the Americas. For more information, click here.

Any Max Ophüls film, particularly when it is screened, as here at the AFA, in 35 mm (and in a beautifully preserved print, courtesy of the UCLA Film & Television Archive)  is worth seeing a number of times -- even if, as for me in the case of his Earrings of Madame D..., you are not particularly enamored of the film.  Ophüls' visuals -- his camera movement, sets, costumes and the like -- are so beautiful to behold that these carries you effortlessly along.  And Letter's black-and-white cinematography (by Franz Planer) moves from the merely beautiful to the often breathtaking.

Letter from an Unknown Woman (which might have better been titled Letter from a Clueless Woman to a man with a very poor memory) is one of the master's four Hollywood efforts, which, in terms of sophistication and morality, rank a tad lower on the chart than do his European films. America's attitude toward sex and adultery (among other topics) is forever behind that of Europe in terms of both our humanity and hypocrisy.

That "Letter" remains as fine a film as it is, comes as something of a surprise.  Released in 1948 and running only 86 minutes, it tracks the obsessive love of a woman, starting in her teen years, for a handsome classical pianist who remains a unrepentant roué throughout. As portrayed by Joan Fontaine (above, who makes a surprisingly convincing schoolgirl early on) and Louis Jourdan (below, right, nicely navigating the difficult route between rotten and redeemable -- and as sexually compelling as ever), this two-
some remains fairly riveting, even by today's standards.  Fontaine's elegant, often sweet beauty predates that of Grace Kelly, without the latter's layer of stone beneath the supple veneer.

Letter's screenplay, from Howard Koch (and an uncredited Ophüls), is barely a patch on what the filmmaker would give us in the following decade's Lola Montès.  Still, if you didn't manage to DVR it on its recent showing via TCM in high definition, then get to AFA this Thursday. I will try to say more about upcoming screenings, particularly The City Without Jews, as their playdates approach....

AFA extends very special thanks to Andreas Stadler, Martin Rauchbauer & Alexander Bogner (Austrian Cultural Forum), Nikolaus Wostry & Helmut Pflügl (Filmarchiv Austria), Todd Wiener & Steven Hill (UCLA Film & Television Archive), Gary Palmucci (Kino International), and Kathryn Brennan (Paramount).

About The Austrian Cultural Forum New York
The Austrian Cultural Forum New York (ACFNY), an agency of the Republic of Austria, is located in an extraordinary architectural landmark building in Manhattan. It is the Cultural Section of the Austrian Consulate General in New York. It offers free admission to all of its events, which are not-for-profit and frequently engages in cultural events with social, charitable and educational context and purpose, in cooperation with Austrian and Austrian-based artists. It is a cultural, academic, and intellectual meeting place for Austrians, Americans, and citizens from all over the world.

ANTHOLOGY FILM ARCHIVES is located at 32 Second Avenue, New York, NY 10003, (212) 505-518.  Click the link for more information, directions, tickets, and what have you.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

DVDebut: ASTRO BOY -- little-seen, utterly charming -- speaks of parenting and of being human

Kids'll love it, and their parents might be surprised at how enjoyable they find it, too -- given that ASTRO BOY harks back to a simpler time of storytelling for children without excessive double-entendres and adult references. I'm sure the movie cost plenty to make but with nowhere near the price-tag of the major studio stuff -- much of which is spent on marketing, in any case.

David Bowers' sweet, swift and economically-told tale (84 minutes plus end credits) of the death and re-birth of a scientist's son who gets into the wrong place at the wrong time is full of religious themes, as well as some from Blade Runner (what it means to be "human") and politics (smarmy leaders with fascist tendencies who guide their society astray). Bowers (shown at right, who also gave us Flushed Away) directed and co-wrote (with Timothy Harris) the screenplay, which offers a wide array of characters, most of them fun and meaningful.  These are voiced by a pro crew that includes Nathan Lane, Freddie Highmore, Eugene Levy, Donald Sutherland, Samuel L. Jackson and especially Bill Nighy -- whose rich, dulcet tones, coupled to a deep understanding of meaning, can move you to tears (he also doubles as the voice of one of the funnier robots).

The film moves quickly from scene to scene, event to event, resting just long enough on particulars to bring to life its most important themes: parenting, love, trust and friendship.  And while it has its quota of slam-bam violence, since this is directed against a major bad-guy robot and is never bloody or nasty (it's all in self-defense), there is little here to corrupt our children.  I'm going to recommend it to my grand-kids, in fact.

The colors are bright and eye-popping and the animation is of the old school: It looks like animation, rather that some of the recent stuff that keeps pretending to be "real."  You want real?  Make a live-action movie.
  
Astro Boy is available now on DVD.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Finishing "JOHANNESBURG" -- with an appreciative, paying audience

Watching the seventh and final episode of Connie Field's HAVE YOU HEARD FROM JOHANNESBURG -- discussed earlier on this site here and here -- at a surprising well-attended (for a weekday afternoon) Film Forum, brought home even more clearly what a monumental achievement this epic documentary is.

Ms Fields, in her last segment, takes us back to the beginning in brief glimpses that underscore the ironies and struggle, as well as the enormous amount of time that has elapsed in the half century since this struggle began. While this does make for a bit of repetition, it is welcome because it better prepares us for what we're about to see.

Yet, rather than pile on the congratulatory good feelings, the producer/director chooses to end her film in the way that she began it.  We see the image of a man -- as respected as any in the world today -- standing in front of the august body which, except for its sleazy Security Council, has long supported him and his cause. This man smiles with his enormous, full-bodied grin and then takes his seat in a chair and crosses his legs. Nearly perfect in its simplicity and humility, it's the capping moment in a film that has many extraordinary ones.

New Yorkers and those in the tri-state area have until this coming Tuesday night to see this major work, which concludes just as the South Africa's majority finally obtains its goal of one person/one vote and elects Nelson Mandella. At that point, of course -- just as when Obama and his administration took the place of that failed group of Republican looters here in the USA -- more (and every bit as difficult) work began.  Narrative films and documentaries coming out of South Africa from now on will have the not-so-easy task of explaining all this.

If you have not yet seen two other films about South Africa released last year, one taking place in the past, the other as current as tomorrow, I'd advise you to see them both: Disgrace, which, for my money, is last year's best movie, and Skin, which tells the based-on-truth tale of "color" in a manner I guarantee you will not have heretofore encountered.  While I cannot ascertain when the DVD release of Skin will occur, the DVD of Disgrace will appear this coming Tuesday, April 27. Queue up now.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

DVDebut: Don't miss Malcolm Venville's sleeper 44 INCH CHEST


When Sexy Beast appeared a decade back, and the raves -- mostly for Ben Kingsley's over-
the-top performance -- started coming, it was perhaps too easy to overlook the supporting work of actors Ray Winstone and Ian McShane and the screen-
writers Louis Mellis and David Scinto. Now, a relatively new director to movies named Malcolm Venville (shown below), with his first full-length film 44 INCH CHEST, also written by Mellis and Scinto, takes us back to what initially looks like the mob milieu of Sexy Beast but is actually a much more sophisticated and surprising location: the human mind, body and soul.

This interior/exterior belongs to another criminal type, a fellow named Colin Diamond,  played by Mr. Winstone.  He is this time surrounded by a pack of pals that include McShane (again), joined by Tom Wilkinson, Stephen Dillane and John Hurt. Male ensembles don't get much better than this, and the cast delivers every juicy line of dialog, every smile, frown and curse, as though we'd never seen nor heard a bit of it until now.  The story  involves Colin's wife, who has just told him she must leave him for another man.  Winstone runs the gamut in the next few moments.  And then all hell breaks loose.

As TrustMovies recalls (having read a portion of some of the reviews at the time of the film's limited release: mid-January 2010), mention was made of Sexy Beast and of the plot outline and the vicious and bloody goings-on, with the critical assessment more thumbs down than up and box-office results following suit. (Films like this need critical boosting if they are to take off at all.   Even then, few do.)  Now that TM has finally seen the film, he's mildly appalled at the misapprehension of what is basically a psychological love/hate story about a rather typical British gangster-type upended and then redeemed by coming to terms with his situation and feelings.

Mr. Venville and his writers flash back and forth -- not only between then and now but between reality and fantasy.  The consistency is maintained via the actors, all of whom nail their characters and maintain their through-line, thus holding the film together quite well and allowing its audience to know where we are at any time.  This also enables us to forgive what could be some difficult-to-believe moments, such as a kidnapping in a restaurant (the beginning of which is shown above, with Misters Hurt and McShane) that proves as funny as it is scary.

Just how much of the film is fantasy and how much reality is never quite clear, nor does it need to be.  The whole thing -- once the event that sets the plot in motion is established -- could be going on only in the mind of our protagonist.  Still, fantasy or reality, the movie needs to be brought to life, and here Venville and his cast deliver in spades.  As the wife, Joanne Whalley (above), an actress we see far too seldom anymore, is as alluring as ever.  Even with an added decade and little more weight, she's still a knockout: sexy, gorgeous and able to command the screen whenever she appears.  (When will they transfer to DVD one of this woman's great early films, the British TV piece Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?  What a wonderful work that is!)

And as her new paramour, French actor Melvil Poupaud (shown above, left, with Mr Winstone), without (unless I'm mistaken) one word of dialog, is still impressive.  You root for him against all hope.  The rest of that cast is splendid.  Hurt, as a homophobic but sexless senior has some of the saltiest dialog heard in ages ("cunt" is tossed about more often here than I can remember, and each rendition outdoes the last); Wilkinson, who takes good care of his aging mum, adds yet another wonderful character to his gallery of them; Dillane, the youngest and best-looking of the bunch, makes prime use of this, leaving us always a tad off-balance; and McShane -- as an unapologetic gay who's always on the make -- is a delight.

Yet it's Winstone, with the help of the writers and director, who holds it all together, and he gives perhaps his most memorable performance.  Even if this is all some kind of fantasy, if one can fantasize redemption -- if one can imagine it -- then it must be possible, no? I think the placing of a bloody, wounded hand upon the head of our "hero," in an act of love or grace, somehow guarantees this.  See what you make of it; in fact, see what you make of this whole chilling, funny, sad thing.

Don't miss the DVD extra in which the director talks about the film. Mr. Venville is one of the least full-of-himself filmmakers I have witnessed, and everything he has to say here rings true and is extremely interesting.  Out this week on DVD, 44 Inch Chest has proven my biggest and most pleasurable surprise of the year so far.  As you can probably tell, I heartily recommend it.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

The Mulroneys' PAPER MAN opens; Roundtable Q&A with Daniels & Stone

Imaginary friends. A blocked writer. The wife who's more successful than her husband. A young girl wrestling with self-image problems. Montauk in late fall/early winter.  Origami.  Oh, yes -- and the difficulty of growing up.  Fold together gently and bake until substance rises. Remove from oven carefully and allow to cool as your audience, having chuckled quite a bit, now sits there, wiping away a tear or two.  PAPER MAN, the new film from the husband/wife team Kieran and Michele Mulroney (shown below, with Michele at right), could easily have been one of those souffles that either fails to rise or punctures at the last minute.

Thankfully, neither happens. As a reviewer/compatriot of mine noted, "I loved this movie.  Didn't like the beginning much, but then it really grew on me."  Well, it grew on TrustMovies, too, and he actually liked the beginning -- which offers a spatting, long-term couple, played by Jeff Daniels and Lisa Kudrow, with the latter deposting the former at a rather desolate, off-season house on Long Island in order that he might get some work done on the novel he is writing.  Good luck.  For a start, the guy has writer's block and he is still cavorting with his imaginary friend of several decades, a fellow named Captain Excellent, brought to spiffy, snarky life by Ryan Reynolds in a form-fitting, basket-bulging, Super-hero suit.

Montauk off-season offers few enticements, but one of these is a lonely, pretty young high-schooler played by Emma Stone (above), whom Daniels' character meets -- not "cute" but rather bizarrely.  Paper Man is an awfully delicate movie, constantly threatening to collapse.  That it doesn't is due primarily to a couple of things: a very good screenplay (also by the Mulroneys) that manages to juggle weighty themes surprisingly well (while offering along the way one delectable surprise of its own), and the excellent work of its notable cast.  It seems nearly second-nature by now for Daniels (below, right, with Ms Kudrow) to essay the role of a writer.  Here, it's a glove-tight fit but, as with each incarnation, the actor gives his character a different spin. You will never mistake Richard in this film for Arlen Faber of The Answer Man or Bernard Berkman of The Squid and the WhaleDaniels' ability to project a measured amount of self-loathing gives his characters an interesting balance, while enabling him to portray muddled, middle-aged men -- as well as villains, which he does from time to time -- with exceptional skill.  In any case, moment to moment, it's always a pleasure to watch this guy work.

Ms Stone (Superbad, The House Bunny, Zombieland) has her best role to date, and she reveals the character slowly, quietly and deeply.  The fact that I never recognize her from movie to movie probably bodes well for a long and interesting (if not a "superstar") career.  She more than holds her own in every scene with Mr. Dani-
els, and they work together beautifully (more on this in the Q&A below).  The supporting cast includes Kieran Culkin (in a sweet role) and Hunter Parrish (in a sour one) as a couple of the boys in the life of our troubled girl. Kudrow and Reynolds do the expected good work; the latter in particular is to be congratulated on continuing to divide his career between small independent films and mainstream movies, in both of which he seems to have made smart choices -- and continues to shine.  The man rarely makes a ringer.

The movie never grows treacly, which can be a trap for sensitive cinema such as this.  Instead the Mulroneys (and their crew) busy themselves with ideas, characters and how to offer seemingly un-
ending visuals to accompany their interesting title.  These range from origami to the paper dolls (paper men?) shown above and the absolutely one-of-a-kind sofa pictured below that probably makes the best use of "remaindered" books that we've yet seen. I don't know whose idea this was -- writers/directors, production designer, property master, set dressers -- but somebody deserves an award.

Paper Man, distributed by MPI Media Group, opens Friday, April 23, in NYC at the Angelika Film Center and in Los Angeles at The Landmark. Further dates, cities and theaters can be found here.

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Jeff Daniels and Emma Stone arrive for the roundtable Q&A (including half-a-dozen bloggers), with Mr Daniels looking a little tired and out-of-sorts.  But, then, he has just begun performing eight times a week on Broadway again in God of Carnage -- leaving his original role to take on the one originated by James Gandolfini.  Nonetheless, he rallies to our questions, offering a number of amusing and intelligent answers.  Both these performers, in fact, seem extremely intelligent and well-spoken.  In the highlights of the interview below, the Roundtable's questions appear in bold, with the answers of Daniels and Stone in standard type.

How did you guys work together in terms of your age difference, your style, how you work -- the instinctual stuff –  particularly since the movie deals with the idea of having an imaginary friend.

Daniels: Michele and Kieran Mulroney called me and suggested Emma Stone for the role, and told me that they wanted to have lunch… or maybe breakfast….

Stone: Breakfast.

Daniels: So we went and sat down at Café Luxembourg – and when she hit the table, she just started in! She was fine, she was talking, and we were laughing and bouncing off each other immediately. So after about 20 minutes, I just looked at Kieran and Michele and said, "We’re fine. We’re OK." And they started to say, Well, maybe we should do this.. or that or…"No. We don’t really need to do anything else. See you in Montauk."

So you didn’t feel the need for the rehearsal process?

Stone: It felt to me as though it wouldn’t have made much sense for us to rehearse too much because these characters have never met before. The audience sees them meet in the film. There’s no back story on their relationship, and you are seeing everything that happens between them. And we got to shoot at least semi-chronologically.

Can we talk about your commitment to this project -- because we’ve heard that this film has had an interesting journey.

Stone: Well, I went through the whole audition process. It was by no means an offer. The film I had done just before was Ghosts of Girlfriends Past, so I don’t know that… (everyone laughs)

Daniels: Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. I look forward to seeing it!

How many call-backs?

Stone: I think I went three times, maybe more. For about an hour each. I got a really good feeling for Kieran and Michelle as directors.

You (Daniels) were involved in the project for a long time, right?

I think I had read the script at least one year before we shot it – I maybe have my dates wrong – I think we were going to go ahead, and then something happened: They didn’t have their money in place or something, and they I got something else, and then I went off and did this musical in Chicago, so I told them, “I can do the film between November and December. I’d love to do this, but that’s when I can.” And they were great about it. By that point I think that Emma and Ryan were on it and Kieran Culkin, too. It was one of my favorite scripts I had read in a long, long time, and thankfully they wanted me enough to wait for me. And I greatly appreciated this.

Since the film deals with this subject, have either of you two ever had an imaginary friend? Or did anyone you were close to? (Daniels shakes his head, no)

Stone: No, but I think acting is like being your own imaginary friend. Maybe I always wanted one, so that’s why I became an actress.

That’s an interesting psychological input!

Stone: Yes, a little Freud for you.

What was it like jumping into the ocean in Montauk in November?

Daniels: She became my girl that day. It was god-awful: an ugly, cold, grey Montauk day. There was nothing warm about anything she had to do. Emma was going to do it, but there was a little kicking and screaming going on.  I think I said something like, “Well, you know, Jennifer Lopez would do it!” But Emma was great, she went in the water 10, 12 times.

Stone: It wasn’t that many.

Daniels: Well, 5 or 6.

It was interesting that you have now played a writer in two of your films this past year. Where do you get your inspiration for playing these somewhat depressing characters?

Daniels: Well, I am a generally depressed person, overall…. (a slight pause, then... laughter). I also write -- I'm a playwright, too -- so maybe people think of me that way. I go back to James Brooks on Terms of Endearment. He told me, “You were the only guy who convinced me that your character had read all those books he was supposed to have read.” So maybe they just think I can do that. Also, I played a writer in Squid and the Whale, so maybe they think, "You can play a writer, so what you did for them, just do that for us." There was a little bit of that, maybe…

To Daniels: you have never had a writer’s crisis with a particular piece?

No. Because I’ve learned how to beat that. But on indies, this can be hard to do. It’s all in rehearsal: That’s where you get to make your mistakes, and you make ‘em big. Big ones. Then when you finally shoot it, the mistakes are out of the way. If you are not afraid to make mistakes, there is no actor’s block or writer’s block. (He looks at all of us.) You all write. So you know: Garbage in -- but you can't rewrite “nothing.” I remember this from way back at Circle Rep. And my character, Richard, he can’t get past sentence one because he wants everything to be perfect.  You can't do it that way.

What do you feel this film has to do with men who have trouble coping with their women who are higher achievers than they are?

And I am sure that's out there. But it certainly doesn’t help. You should be a little less superior. That might help. Certainly, that is an element of the thing that Richard is going through.

To Stone: How close did you feel your character was connected with yourself.

Stone: She is a huge part of me. This was the first time I had this thing where you really mourn a character when the shoot is finished and you have to let her go.

Daniels: You really went for this one. And you left a lot of yourself there.

Stone: It was the first time a role that had catharsis for me. I felt with this film that I was really learning what it’s like to be an actor. In a scene where I was trying to cry, I was so frustrated with myself. And Jeff finally told me, “The audience is going to feel this for you. You don’t have to show them."

Daniels: It’s like: If they don’t see me cry, or see a tear coming down, then I have failed miserably. Not true.  And also we forget that there will be violins under the scene.

There was no rehearsal, so we just kept bouncing off each other, with one, two, three takes. That’s one thing that Emma has that most actors her age don’t. Even some actors my age don’t. She really bounces off you. She really listens. And that’s the whole key. Spencer Tracy said it. I could feel it with her during that first breakfast. And I knew we were going to be fine. It really was kind of wonderful. So, there’s none of that: Look at me, look at me; or sitting in front of the mirror, acting. Not with this one. That’s why she’s going to be around a long time. Because she has already figured that out. And, trust me, there are some…. Well, you have to work around that other stuff.

Have either of you had your own Captain Excellent: Someone who has been around to give you advice and encourage you, no matter what -- who was your sort of rock.

Stone: Oh, my mom! But it’s funny about that “having to shed the Captain Excellent” thing: As you get older, you still need support and guidance, but not in the same way. The last couple of years, I have had that going on. I’m now 21, so I’m in that period when the voice in your head is beginning to sound more like you, rather than your mom.

All photos are from the film, except for that of the directors, 
which is by Jesse Grant, courtesy of WireImage.com 

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

BEHIND THE BURLY Q unveils via FRF: Burlesque as it was -- and is no more

So much better in every way than last year's "burlesque" movie, A Wink and A Smile, Leslie Zemeckis' BEHIND THE BURLY Q takes us back a full century and then moves ahead fifty years or more to show what Ameri-
ca's most popular form of live enter-
tainment (during the first half of the 20th Century) actually looked, felt and sounded like. Ms Zemeckis (shown below) has accomplished it. Her film is history done right: informative, entertaining, funny and finally rather moving.

The comparison of Ms Zemeckis' movie with that of Deidre Timmons' is somewhat unfair, I realize, because the former offers documentary history, while the latter gave us a combo of group therapy and current classes & performances in modern-day, Pacific Northwest-style burlesque. Though this "art form" has for the most part been left out of our cultural history due to its sleazy reputation, Zemeckis remedies that via her portrait of the performers then and now, as they tell their stories and strut their stuff.

You'd have to be well into your senior years to have names such as Tempest Storm (above), Lili St. Cyr, Dixie Evans and Sherry Britton ring a bell, though the middle-aged among us might recall  Blaze Starr (below) from Lolita Davidovich's title-role performance in Ron Shelton's 1989 biopic, Blaze.  Either way, Behind the Burly Q viewers, once they've heard these performers' stories, are not likely to forget the actual women, so individual and interesting are they -- not to mention their acts.

St. Cyr, the utterly gorgeous, slightly exotic, fashionably European-looking stripper remains, to my mind, one of the world's most beautiful women, easily besting the dowdy-by-comparison Marilyn Monroe. "Sally Keith," we are told by one burly-q performer, "was the best tassel dancer who ever lived!"  And we see why.  "I know I had a terrible voice," notes another performer, who goes on to explain that, "if the men wanted to see my body, then they had to hear my song."

Tempest Storm, one dancer recalls, had no sense of rhythm.  "She never could bump to the beat."  Ms Storm, of course, disagrees.  There is fair amount of dishy talk here but mostly, the feeling generated is of sweet nostalgia for a time long gone -- even if that time included arrests and the occasional death due to a performer's getting hooked on certain substances.  (One of these deaths brings to the fore the only tears shed by one stripper for another during the film.)  Yet among the top-ranked ladies of burlesque, there's a surprising amount of bonhomie and savvy.  These were smart gals (like Betty Rowland, shown above) who often had to make a living for themselves and their kids during the Depression years.  They did it, they're proud of it, and you'll probably feel proud of them, too.

Until television arrived in America, burlesque comics such as Dick Lee (above) were a big part of the Burly-Q scene, and Zemeckis gives them their due.  We hear from Alan Alda (shown as a boy, below), whose actor father Robert (shown, below, at right), began his career as, we are told, a "tit-singer" (that's burlesque parlance for you: telling it like it is).  And we hear from Mike Iannucci, the late husband of Ann Corio, the ex-Burlesque Queen who single-handedly brought back the heyday of the art form with her traveling show This Was Burlesque during the 1960s and 70s (it flopped on Broadway in 1981).

Zemeckis' movie is jam-packed with juicy detail, and most of that jam is tasty indeed.  While younger audiences may wonder what all the fuss was about -- police raids! jail sentences! church groups aflame! -- since you can see more sex n' sin in most R-rated movies than were on display in burlesque.  Times change, and mores with them.  Here, the good old days actually look kind of quaint-but-naughty -- and charming as all hell.

Behind the Burly Q, distributed by First Run Features,  opens this Friday, April 23, in New York City at the Quad Cinema, and in Los Angeles on May 7 at Laemmle's Sunset 5.  Being a film from FRF, we know a DVD will not be too long in arriving.

Monday, April 19, 2010

THE GOOD, THE BAD, THE WEIRD opens: Spaghetti Western with a twist


The Wild West: An ancient locomotive speeds along a railroad track, as the passengers in the cars behind it chat, snooze, play cards, or nibble on food.  Down the aisle comes the snack-seller hawk-
ing treats, and we hear the dulcet call, "Candy! Rice cakes! Independence for Korea!"

Yup: We're long past Kansas, and so much farther west of California that we're east.

To be honest, we already know this, as THE GOOD, THE BAD, THE WEIRD (yes, it is definitely meant to remind you of The Good, the Bad and the Ugly) has already begun with a scene in which a sleek, handsome but slightly scary young Asian man has been given an assignment from an older, powerful and probably lethal fellow that involves the delivery of a valuable map. Then we see a scene of hawks and vultures stealing carnage and suddenly all hell breaks loose, as bandits and bad guys of every sort seem intent on steal-
ing that map -- which you immediately suspect to be a McGuffin. You'll be right.

Within minutes this bizarre and utterly captivating movie will have you in thrall.  Robbery, gunfights, betrayals and counter-betrayals.  Stylization that's swift, smart and gorgeous.  Saturated colors so rich and deep, you'll swear they're about to drip off the screen.  And three leading men every bit as charismatic as the Eastwood-Van Cleef-Wallach team from that earlier film: Jung Woo-sung (from The Warrior, as the Good, shown two photos above), Lee Byung-hun (from Joint Security Area and 3 Extremes, as the Bad, shown on poster at top) and Song Kang-ho (from Memories of Murder and The Host, as the Weird, shown above). 

Kim Jee-Woon's movie is a one of those art-house/film buff crowd-pleasers that nearly everyone can enjoy.  Mr. Kim (shown at left), who has ear-
lier given us the much-praised Tale of Two Sisters and A Bittersweet Life, is clearly intent on trying out all sorts of genres, and doing each to a fare-thee-well.  As much as I love Korean films, I have noticed that they do tend to go on (and on). Koreans, I guess, expect their money's worth, and this movie, at a two-hour-and-ten-minute length, certainly gives it.

I suppose you could trim the film, but truthfully, every time it threatens to dissipate, something happens -- a chase, a killing, a surprise, a change of venue (underground brothel, anyone?) -- that we're back on track and moving like crazy.  And did I mention that what looks like half the Japanese army also wants that map.  (This movie has a very big budget.)

Kim's visual sense is so on-target and so much fun that you will probably sit there, as did I, happily gorging on the colors, costumes, the beauty of two of the three leading men, and one after another stunning visual set-up.  And isn't that diving bell -- shown below -- a little out of its usual venue? Don't ask.  Just watch, laugh and marvel.

The Good, The Bad, The Weird opens this Friday, April 23, at IFC Center and is also available On-Demand.  If you're not in NYC, click here to determine how to get it -- though in truth, the big screen is the way to watch this one.