Monday, July 26, 2010

On-Demand: Paul King's one of-a-kind delight BUNNY AND THE BULL

Who'd have imagined that the sad tale of an agorophobic young man and his memories of "outside" could be brought to the screen with enough charm, humor, style and originality to fill a dozen more movies yet without ever once going over the top? Paul King, below left, that's who. And if you haven't heard the name before, you certainly will, once word of his little diamond-in-the-not-so-rough, BUNNY AND THE BULL, reaches the movie-going public. Right now, the only way to view it is via IFC Midnight series, where it began screening this month and will be available On-Demand until October 7. So grab your remote and click away for one of the most inventive movie experiences to be had in a long time.

July is proving to be IFC's best on-demand month -- for TrustMovie's money, at least. What with the thrilling sci-fi/mystery Exam heating up audiences and now King's little delight, it's a can't-miss month for viewers of IFC, the company that is currently presenting about many good foreign and independent films as can be found under one roof anywhere in these United States.

What makes Bunny and the Bull (hereafter to be referred to as B&TB) so special, is its drop-dead different look.

While it appears that nearly everything here was acted against a green screen, instead of getting some of that deadly "stylish" and inert appearance we remember from Kerry Conran's Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, we're treated to a full-out barrage of inventive effects: backdrops that are drawn, modeled (of clay, metal, glass. fabric and who knows what else) and otherwise created from what I'd call "real imagination." Scene after scene is delightfully different.

BATB offers up its own little world, and it's like little else you've experienced.  Its story, not bad at all, concerns our hero Stephen (played with a lot of fear and loathing, by Edward Hogg, shown near right) and his best friend Bunny (Simon Farnaby, far right and below, who's done mostly Brit TV).  The latter, a blond doofus -- think a sexier Will Ferrell -- complete with endless tips on horse racing, tries everything to get his friend out of the house.  Once there, the adventures begin in earnest.

The pair connect early on with a cute and spunky Spaniard (Verónica Echegui, below, who was so wonderful in My Prison Yard, part of the 2008 FSLC Spanish Cinema Now series), and various combinations of love, lust and friendship bloom. All this is edited with panache (by Mark Everson) and kept on a lickety-split time-frame by Mr King's storytelling skills. You'll know that something bad happened to poor Stephen, but you'll also have so much fun on this oddball journey that you won't spend much time worrying about it.  The puzzle pieces begin to come together eventually, with the final ones appearing only at the end -- just in time to goose the film into the stratosphere with some genuine emotion and maybe even a tear of two.

Along the way we get some nice surprises -- Sylvia Syms! Dog milk! Full-frontal! The IT Crowd's Richard Ayoade! -- plus some fancy stories-within-stories and a scene set in an amusement park that is so creative and lovely that I shall remember it for all time. The film's humor is often sexual, sometimes crass but always funny. Which is all quite appropriate, given the characters here and what is really going on in the film.  If I haven't convinced you by now to fork over the five (or is it six?) bucks for On-Demand (does it depend on what part of the country you live?), then you can wait months and then maybe rent the DVD from Blockbuster, of which I am not fond but with which IFC seems to have formed an exclusive devil-pact. Sigh. Or you might wait until the day that Netflix gets access to the film.  But who knows when that'll be. We're still waiting for NF to get the rights to send us Pontypool.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

The SFJFF must-see: Axelle Ropert's beautiful/devastating WOLBERG FAMILY; Q&A with the filmmaker


Of all the films TrustMovies has seen this year, one stands out. Not necessarily because it is the best (it is very, very good, however) but because it manages to somehow get at the heart of parental and family love  in a manner unlike most others. THE WOLBERG FAMILY (La Famille Wolberg) is the first full-length movie from writer, sometimes actress and now a director, Axelle Ropert, below, and it is a gem of almost perfect proportion -- small (less than 90 minutes long) bright, beautiful -- whose facets illuminate some unusual people and events.

There is a melancholy to the movie (from its present-day winter setting in France's northern Basque country to its soundtrack of American "soul" songs) that is rich and deeply-felt, yet it is consistently jolted into active life by the quirky characters on view and their fascinating, intelligent dialog. The family under the microscope is a highly intelligent one: Its members talk smart, think smart and act smart, but without undue pretension. This is simply who they are, and it's a pleasure to see a family of intellectuals brought to such alert, unapologetic life.

The father, the film's pivotal figure, is Mayor of the town.  His family consists of his own widowed father, a wife, her suddenly reappearing brother, and two children.  The outer circle includes the father's workplace assistant, the family doctor, and a "blond" (not quite what you will expect).  Few things happen in the movie but what does is enough to keep you thoroughly engrossed.

The theme here is how to protect those you love.  The Holocaust hangs over the film (well, the family is Jewish), though it is hardly mentioned, yet the cultural references are just as likely to be American as French.  As our understanding of the situation grows (Ms Ropert does a sterling job of parsing her exposition/information cleverly and correctly), so does our appreciation of all the charac-
ters, as well as the travails that each is going through. Toward the finale, my companion murmured aloud, "My god, he gets right to it!" He was speaking of the father's words at that moment but also of the manner in which Ropert has brought us to the point where we understand and feel this man's pain and desire in our very gut.

I admit that much of my fascination with The Wolberg Family lies in my identification with the father and his need to protect his family above all else -- at the same time as he knows that he cannot.  The film speaks to all parents who try yet fail to do this.  Despite our best intentions (even our most stupid mistakes), the situation is finally, at a certain level, out of our hands.  Ropert captures the moment -- and its attendant pain -- when the father give vent to this, and in doing so her film achieves a level of greatness.

When Ms Ropert's movie made its New York debut last March, as part of the Film Society of Lincoln Center's Rendez-vous with French Cinema, I spoke with the filmmaker, who told me that it appeared her movie would indeed have a U.S. release. Now, according to its distributor, Pyramide International, this is not to be.  So these festival screenings may be the only chance Americans will have to see it. Fortunately, the SFJFF has scheduled four screenings of the film during the coming days: Monday, July 26, at 2:15pm in the Castro Theatre; Tuesday, August 3, at 6pm in the CineArts, Palo Alto Square; Thursday, August 5, at 6:30 in the Roda (Berkeley Rep) Theatre; and Saturday, August 7, at 6:45 in the Smith Rafael Film Center.  Click here for ticket information.

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In the following interview, which took place last March during the film’s premiere at the FSLC’s Rendezvous-With French Cinema, TrustMovie’s questions appears in boldface, and writer/director Axelle Ropert’s answers in standard type:

I really loved your film – really loved it.

Thank you.

So I just wanted to have ten minutes with whomever it was who made this film. I wasn’t even sure if it was a man or a woman—

(Axelle laughs)

--but then I noticed there was an “e” on the end of your name. So, I figured it was a woman.

Yes. With only one “l” and no “e” at the end, it would be a man.

So then I went on the IMDB and discovered that you also co-wrote La France.


Actually, I wrote La France all alone; I am the only scriptwriter on that film. I’ve known Serge Bozon for a long time, and we always work together.

That’s interesting because I don’t find a lot in common with those two movies, so I would never have imagined that the same person wrote them both. I liked them both, but I liked Wolberg so much more. I kept trying to “get” La France, but finally I couldn't. With Wolberg, I really felt like I “got” it. Do you think La France (a still from that film is shown below) is very different from Wolberg because the former is directed by a man?

I think it is very different because, even though Segre and I really like the same types of films to watch, we are very different when it comes to the kind of films we want to make. It’s sort of... well, Serge Bozon, like many men, is not so interested in psychology, but I, like many women, am!

Understandable. And that comes through very strongly in your film. The photography was really gorgeous, too, and I looked up who did it, and it seemed like the same person did several of the movies that are here at this year’s Rendez-vous: Regrets, Restless and your film

Yes, it was Céline Bozon, the sister of Serge. I work a lot with her. She is a young DP, 35 years old, and she is very talented.

Is 35 that young? Well, to me it is!

She’s had a lot of experience. She’s been working for about ten years.

And the music! I forgot to mention this in my (original) review, but it is wonderful! Yours is now one of my favorite soundtracks. Where did this come from? Did you love all these songs to begin with?

I really love American “Soul.” This is my favorite kind of music. If I put it into the film it is because I feel that it is music that is very melancholy but also very commercial. For me it is such a complicated equation -- to create films that are both melancholic and commercial -- this is what really fascinated me.

How do you create a commercial film? How do you know?

Well, my film is not very commercial. It was really important for me that each audience member would have his or her own say about the film. Because family is something that is common to all of us. And because I also really strove to create in this father figure someone that you are not quite sure if you are supposed to love or hate.

Oh, no! You love him -- but you feel very sad for him.

There are audience members who really hate him.

Really?! I didn’t hate anyone in the film. I loved everyone. That is so strange. The performances were all so, like, on point, like in ballet or something. I thought your movie was exceptional: a marriage of you and the performers. Everyone is so bright. And it was wonderful to see Jean-Luc Bideau again. I remember him from Jonah Who Will Be 25 in the year 2000 -- when he was a much younger man.

Yes…

Also, for me the Holocaust hung over the movie without ever being overtly mentioned. I wondered if, on some level, this was why the father was trying so hard to protect everybody.

The Holocaust is like a ghost for me in the film. I think the father figure doesn’t ever realize this. He is sort of inhabited by this ghost.

That is how I felt about it. It is not even brought up in the film.

There is a joke made in the film between the father and the brother-in-law – a very strange joke about Auschwitz: an awful joke.

I don’t remember this. So I must see your movie again. Does it have a distributor yet? I will make sure that everyone I know goes out to see this movie. But I can’t if it does not have a distributor.

In the USA, we are in negotiations for a distributor.

So it looks good at this point?

Yes. And a DVD of the film will be available on line in about a month.

With English subtitles?

Oh, yes.

(Note: This does not seem to have happened yet. As of now, the French distributor of the film, Pyramide International, says that there is no distributor in the USA.)

It would be great if it had a theatrical release. It is such a beautiful film to see. And on the big screen! (Axelle nods, yes) So—what are you going to do next?

A romantic comedy, and again, very much inspired by the work of James L. Brooks.

Oh, good—we have not seen much by him lately! Spanglish, but it was a flop here, yet it was a wonderful film. Was that movie successful in France?

Unfortunately, no.

How did your film do it France?

Excellent. People actually went to see it and liked it.

So it was commercial!

Well, on its own scale. Which was small. But the critics were raving about it, and it received excellent reviews.

So the next one will be a romantic comedy after a type of James L. Brooks film?

Yes, (she laughs) and there will be no Jews in the film! I try to do not a Jewish movie next time.

It’s funny, but even though I say the Holocaust hung over your film, I did not find it such a Jewish movie. The Jewish part of it was not as important as the family part. That's one with which I think audiences can easily identify. You do not have to be Jewish to identify with the adultery part, or with the woman’s side, the man’s side, or the children’s. Even the brother-in-law. Everybody registers so strongly and truly – yet they are all a bit bizarre. Not bad bizarre. You think, gee, I have never seen people quite like this before, but I absolutely believe who they are!

I think what is strange in them is that they are absolutely inhabited by the passion they have for their next of kin. Nowadays in life, people tend to be passionate about their lovers…

Or their work.

But not about their wife, and their children, even the brother-in-law. This is rather strange.

Is this because…? Does the wife feel too protected, too loved? Is that why she must strike out on her own?

It is a very tyrannical kind of life, in a way.

Maybe good for the kids but not so much for the wife.

With the ghost of the Holocaust, love is supposed to build a kind of a wall around the family. But it is difficult to live when you are surrounded by a wall.

It is hard to build impregnable walls, too, because things like sickness, as you show, can come in and tear down that wall. So, in one month the film will be available on DVD.

Via Films Pelleas. This is the name of my producer.

Do you have anything to say that journalists never ask you but that you would like to talk about?

I like to say that my film is just as French as it is American. Because, for me, the USA has sort of been my second cinema homeland. I have been really, really, deeply influence by all of Jewish-American culture.

Are you Jewish?

A little. Only by my mother.

Oh, well then you are officially Jewish, right? My ex-wife is Jewish, so my daughter is Jewish. But you cannot live with Jews, I think, and not become somewhat Jewish.

Yes! (We laugh.)

What filmmakers in particular have influenced you?

In the classics, two of them: Vincente Minnelli and Richard Quine – for a movie that is not very famous in France -- Strangers When We Meet.

Oh, yes, Kim Novak and Kirk Douglas!

I love this movie, and it was very important for The Family Wolberg!

Wow-- really?

Oh, yes! Yes, the story between a married woman and a married man.

I saw that when I was like 17 or 18, when it first came out. And I wasn't too crazy about it.

It is not a movie for teenagers, but for adults. Very sad, very bitter. Very strange about how it affects us.

I am definitely going to watch that one again! (Since this interview, I have watched Strangers When We Meet again, and oh, yes, I can see what Axelle means -- and where the influences come from.)

But these influences are all very indirect. And with Minnelli, I really love his films that deal with the love that parents have for their children. For instance, Meet Me in St Louis!

Oh, yes!

And there is a movie with Glenn Ford as a widower, and his son is played by Ron Howard

(Note: It’s The Courtship of Eddie’s Father: I looked it up post-interview on the IMDB)

I can’t think of anything else to ask right now, and I see that our time is up. I don’t know when I will post this interview, but it will be whenever the movie comes out for either theatrical release or on DVD or Streaming.

Thank you.

And thank you so much, Axelle. I will look forward to seeing The Wolberg Family again, just as soon as I can.

(And I must thank the SFJFF for giving me that opportunity to see the film again. I think it is extraordinary, in its own quiet way, so I hope moviegoers who live in the San Francisco area will take advantage of the four SFJFF showings of this film and see it now.)

Saturday, July 24, 2010

SFJFF world premiere -- GRACE PALEY: COLLECTED SHORTS by Lilly Rivlin

Here's a new documentary that ought to chalk up an immediate fan base: readers around the world passionate about the work of the late writer/mother/activist Grace Paley.  There are a lot of Paley fans out there -- TrustMovies is one of them -- which ought to ensure a release of this film by Lilly Rivlin (shown below).  Even better, so good is this new work -- so immediate, enthralling, mov-
ing and funny -- that it will probably create a bunch of new Paley fans, as well.  (My companion, who knew little to nothing about this writer, happened to pass through the living room while I was view-
ing the DVD screener.  He stood in back of the sofa for a time, growing interested and occasionally commenting.  Then, clearly enthralled, he sat down next to me and continued watching.)

Rivlin's film, titled GRACE PALEY: COLLECTED SHORTS uses no narrator; instead it is often Grace's voice that guides us through her life.  This makes the documentary extremely intimate and warm. Listening to this funny, direct, smart and practical woman is such a pleasure that even the usual talking heads that abound in films such as this (that's writer Alan Gurganus, below), well-spoken as they are, play second fiddle to Grace herself.

We learn about her early life, her parents, and the men who mattered most (what she has to say about attraction, love and marriage is simply wonderful -- as is her anti-love poem that we also hear her read).  We meet, glancingly, her children and grandchildren, her friends, students and other writers.  I would called Paley a proto-feminist, but that it not the opinion of writer Vivian Gornick (shown below), also interviewed here.  To that opinion, "She may have too narrow an idea of feminism," notes another interviewee, with whom I'd agree.

There are gobs of good information on display -- about everything from The Great Depression to the old Women's House of Detention in Greenwich Village (Paley tells one whopping good story about this place!), her family in Poland and Russia, and of course the ever-present demonstrations.  This lady was often out there on the front lines and occasionally even arrested (see below).

If the movie is a paean to Paley well -- goddamn -- the woman deserves it.  Just hearing of her mother's history when down south (refusing to move from the back of the bus into the white section) is inspiring, as is the writer's standing up to Norman Mailer during one even-more-male-centric-than-usual meeting of the Pen crowd.

These two SFJFF screenings comprise the documentary's first festival outing, but surely we'll be seeing it again.  Every moment in the film is alive and rich -- just like Grace.  Could the movie be better?  Of course.  What film couldn't?  Does this matter?  As the words on Paley's chapeau (shown at top) so clearly state: Hell no.

Grace Paley: Collected Shorts plays tomorrow, Sunday, July 25, at 11 AM at the Castro Theatre, and again on Sunday August 1st at noon at the Roda (Berkeley Rep) Theatre.

Click here for ticket information.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Bailey/Thompson's MUGABE & THE WHITE AFRICAN puts religious faith to the test


TrustMovies' head-
line would seem to indicate that the new documentary from Lucy Bailey (shown below, right) and Andrew Thompson  (below, left) concerns religion. It does, but it is about much more than that. Yet, by its finale, the most lasting impression made on me concerned the part in all this played by religion: the faith in "god" shown by the sad, buffeted and beaten (literally) white farm family who dares to stand up to Zimbabwe dictator Robert Mugabe and then endures his wrath as its case very slowly makes its way to the international court.

MUGABE AND THE WHITE AFRICAN is a difficult film to sit through because the deck seems so stacked against its protagonists, Michael Campbell (below, right) and his wife, his daughter Laura and son-in-law Ben Freeth (below, left).  We meet these people and spend time with them, as well as with some of the black workers for whom the family's very large farm provides work and income.  We also meet Freeth's family members, who, it is clear, have some misgivings about his whereabouts, though they support him, as good parents will, despite their fears.

We watch, first with concern, and then shock and horror as some of these misgivings come about.  We travel with Michael and Ben to the South African venue of the international court, where... well, you'll find out. We see the family threatened (below) and more, and we listen as they explain (and the filmmakers show) that there is no doubt that this family owns its farm legally and always has for the past several decades. But, due to Mugabe's "reclamation" of white-owned land -- supposedly to be given to poor blacks but in reality gifted to Mugabe supporters and friends -- the Campbell/Freeth clan is about to lose everything.

Why do they stand against a murderous African dictator?  First, it's the "principle of the thing" -- a phrase one hears (and witnesses examples of) less and less frequently in our times.  Even more strongly present is the enormous faith in god and his "will" that family members seem to possess.  They are Anglican, I believe, and their faith is generations old and evidently rock-solid.  The results of it are certainly on display by the end of the movie.

Filmmakers Bailey and Thompson show immense bravery in making this film and sticking it out with the family (who shows its own immense bravery), as its tale unfolds.  While you, as did I, may have a pile of questions at the ready during the movie, most of these will be swept aside by the very "emergency" nature of so much that transpires. If the film appears "homemade," that's because it is -- and we are probably lucky to have it at all.  By the end of its 94-minute running time, I and the companion with whom I viewed the film, were both shaken, depressed -- and truly confused about what we were expected to take away from this documentary. I don't think the movie means to be anti-religion/anti-god, but for the thinking person, there is hardly another conclusion to be drawn.

Mugabe and the White African, distributed by First Run Features, after its appearance at the Seattle International film Festival this past spring, opens today, Friday, July 23, in New York City at the Cinema Village.

Further playdates, with cities and theaters, can be found here.

Christian Carion's FAREWELL exposes a funny/nasty/true cold-war spy tale

Real-life spy stories don't get much more bizarre than the one told in Christian Carion's by-turns droll and sad FAREWELL (L'Affaire Farewell). When this film made its American premiere last March at the FSLC's Rendez-vous with French Cinema (my earlier, shorter notice is here: click and scroll down), it seemed to provoke some confusion: Was the film a thriller? A satire? A drama? Truth? Or one of those semi-concocted creations "based on a real event"?  All of the above, I would guess.

The details of the actual "caper," as it unfolds under the quiet direction of M. Carion (shown at right), are just too juicy to spoil.  Suffice it to say that, via the leadership of our own Ronald Reagan, Russians spies had managed to reach as far up the U.S. ladder as the President's White House staff (and, yes, this is documented). If that's not enough to entice you to the film, the inspired casting of and surprising impersonation/performance by Fred Ward (below) as the then-sitting, if rarely thinking, President should clinch the deal. Mr. Ward, usually a delightful addition to any movie -- The Right Stuff to Remo Williams to Tremors -- here outdoes even himself.

With dialog in French, English and Russian and cinematography that appears to capture each place well (though the movie may have been economically filmed in Romania, for all I know), writer/director Carion (who also gave us the Academy-nominated Merry Christmas and The Girl from Paris) has now hit a very solid three for three, with each movie so different in time, place and subject matter that the only thing uniting them is intelligence and quality.

At the heart of his new film are two men: a young French engineer working in Russia and an older, disenchanted Colonel in the KGB. The latter, intent on bringing to a halt the degrading of the Communicst ideal, makes contact with the former, and after convincing him to help, begins passing documents that will blow open the vast Russian spy network that has by then infiltrated both France and the USA (many other countries, too, one suspects -- but it's these two that are here concerned).

Our Frenchman is played by Gallic "Everyman" Guillaume Canet (above) and the Russian by former-Yugoslav writer/director Emir Kusturica (below, right with Ingeborga Dapkunaite, as his wife).  Canet is just fine as the somewhat reluctant and then rather gung-ho emissary, but it is Kusturica who commands the movie.  His performance is so strong and deeply-felt (yet underplayed and quiet, as befits a fellow who has spent his working life pretending).  He possesses the natural gravitas to carry off what is one of the more difficult roles in recent cinema.

The real Russian Colonel, I recall reading, was not nearly as pure-minded and in fact more venal and cynical than the man portrayed by the film. Here perhaps is where the film's reality becomes smudged.  Yet, the filmmaker and his actor have created such an indelible portrait -- a sad, cynical man who still retains enough hope to continue trying -- that I happily sacrifice some reality in order to meet a character as richly conceived and portrayed as this one.

As the movie progresses, it also becomes more interesting, but then toward the end, there is a bit too much last-minute frenetics involving the usual "escape" routine of the Canet character and his family (Alexandra Maria Lara, shown above, right, with Canet, plays his wife).  So much of the film has been about ideas and ideals, how governments work (or don't) that this sudden escalation, even if true-to-life, seems manufactured.  The final section, however, devoted to what happens to our Russian, is so effective and moving that it is this you'll leave the theater feeling and thinking about.

Farewell, from NeoClassics Films Ltd., makes its theatrical debut today in NYC (at the Sunshine and Lincoln Plaza Cinemas) and in L.A. (The Landmark, Playhouse 7, Town Center 5 and Regal Westpark) today and will open on a number of other screens in the weeks to come.  You can find all scheduled playdates here (just click the link, then scroll down).

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Another knockout from Todd Solondz: LIFE DURING WARTIME opens via IFC

Not a drama, exactly, nor a comedy (though it features some of the funniest stuff seen on-screen this year), nor a meditation (it is meditative, however), nor a romance (though it does center on couples and coupling), nor a ghost story (though we do see dead people), Todd Solondz's LIFE DURING WARTIME is none of this and all of it.  The one thing I can say for certain that it is not is a musical. And yet I loved the musical score and choice of songs. No one else comes close to making movies like Mr. Solondz (shown below), and thank god for that because, really, how much more of this sadness and pain could we take -- unless it were to come leavened by dark hilarity, as it is here and in every other of the five Solondz films.

The first time I saw this latest outing (at last year's New York Film Festival: My earlier post is here), I marveled at it. Seeing it again this week, I am even more impressed.  I also recognized themes from the filmmaker's earlier Happiness, but not the characters. (Trust
Movies is not good at remembering characters' names, particularly from a film seen well over a decade ago.) Turns out they're the same bunch, though the cast is entirely new -- and every bit as good as the former group.

Solondz's particular gift is for showing us ourselves as we try mightily to adapt our lives to hypocrisy and denial -- and still soldier on successfully.  This is impossible, of course.  But what glum fun we having trying. (And then have even more fun, as we watch ourselves on screen.)  The large extended family shown here is in the process of imploding, thanks in part to the women's poor choice of men.  The men are sad beings, unable not to do wrong, and us usual, it's the children who suffer most -- in this case the daughter on far too many drugs far too soon, and the son, increasingly locked into his mother's neurosis (and the hiding of his dad's socio-pathology) but stuggling to understand before he drowns in it all.

Does this sound dank and dismal?  Sure.  And not being Mr. Solondz, I can't begin to explain how hilarious many of the goings-on actually are.  These laughs are not cheap, by the way.  They come from a deep sense of caring for all the characters -- which is the filmmaker's ace in the hole and why you'll never mistake a Solondz movie for anyone else's.

That cast, as I mentioned earlier, is impeccable. Ireland's Ciarán Hinds and Scotland's Shirley Henderson (above, right, and further above, left) make marvellous Americans, and Ally Sheedy (at right, two photos up) takes a cold, nasty role and infuses it with humor and life. Charlotte Rampling (shown at bottom) has a scene as good as anything she's ever done (and how good is that?!), with Paul Reubens (above, left), Allison Janney, Michael Lerner (below, left) and Michael K. Williams also doing splendid work (truly, there's not a false moment from anyone in the entire cast). As the boy in the center of it all, Dylan Riley Snyder (below, right) is particularly memorable.

As Solondz has so far made a film only every five years, Life During Wartime may be it for awhile. Thanks are due IFC Films for picking this one up for theatrical release, starting Friday, July 23, in NYC at the IFC Center and simultaneously available On-Demand. Click here to find out how to avail yourself of the latter option.

Images above are from the film itself, except that of 
Mr. Solodnz, copyright and courtesy of Richard Phibbs.