Star Trek Into Darkness: Much of the thrill of the J.J. Abrams refresh of Star Trek in 2009 came from his non-fan willingness to mix in outside influences: the multicolored creatures and hurtling pace of Star Wars, the lens-flared post-Bay visual sheen, and the snappiness of funny/serious TV ensembles like Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It wasn't quite as cerebral as the Trek of the past, but you could forgive the filmmakers their excitement at getting to play with factory-fresh models of Kirk, Spock, Bones, and all the rest—and doing so with a bit more bounce and swagger than the previous, older cast configurations would allow. You might even encourage their moxie.
Family Plot (1976) Directed by Alfred Hitchcock Hitchcock was a great comic filmmaker who understood that humor lay in peoples’ failed efforts to keep a chaotic world in order. His best comic actors understood this, too: Carole Lombard fighting for her husband’s attentions in Mr. and Mrs. Smith (1941), Shirley MacLaine wriggling in and out of love’s grasp in The Trouble with Harry (1955), and Karen Black walking with trepidation through Hitchcock’s last film, this screwball thriller. With her dark sunglasses on, Black’s a cool master thief; without them, her eyes fill wide with horror at the extent of the evil she can do, and even more horror at the possibility of getting caught. Aaron Cutler (May 17-18 at Nitehawk, part of its Karen Black retrospective)
The last time Baz Luhrmann volunteered for the task of adapting classic literature, he dressed up Shakespearean language in 90s-fantasia fashion and gunplay, not to mention music-video electricity, in a distinctive take on Romeo and Juliet—perhaps the most memorable of that decade's many Bard rejiggerings (but please don't tell Kenneth Branagh; it seems impolite). The movies that followed—the musical Moulin Rouge and the epic Australia—were not based on anything more than the thinnest slivers of history, but they both feel inspired by archetypal if unnamed classics, particularly Moulin Rouge, the best movie musical of the past, well, at least two or three decades, maybe more depending on your reverence. It struck some as am onslaught of ADD symptoms—a cry for help, even—but Luhrmann is one of the few directors to crossbreed successfully The Movie Musical with its Beatles-borne, 80s-dominating replacement The Music Video. It takes some stones to have your characters warble "The Sound of Music" in the first 15 minutes of your big-budget musical, but I guess Luhrmann knew he had the goods; Moulin Rouge is, in the end, a far better movie and musical than The Sound of Music.
The Great Gatsby: Despite its Great American Novel status, not to mention its author's own Hollywood connections, F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby doesn't have the most fruitful record of film adaptations. That's not to say people haven't tried; this article over at PopMatters has an interesting rundown of the four straight-ish adaptations of the book: a 1926 silent version released not long after the book itself, lost to the ages; a 1949 version starring Alan Ladd as Gatsby that apparently makes the character into a more explicit criminal, with henchmen and everything, that is available most prominently on YouTube; the high-profile and crushing bore 1974 version; and the barely-considered 2000 made-for-TV version with Paul Rudd as Nick and Mira Sorvino as Daisy. (I haven't seen it, but Rudd's spot-on casting makes me want to.) None of these have become iconic (or even half-iconic) enough to keep Baz Luhrmann (and Warner Brothers financiers) from swinging for the fences on his lavish, brand-new, 3D take on a novel slim enough to cover in an evening if you're so inclined. Luhrmann got his old Romeo Leonardo DiCaprio to suit up as Gatsby; DiCaprio's late-90s carousing buddy Tobey Maguire to assay Nick; and It-ish Girl Carey Mulligan to attempt what Mia Farrow could not: to make Daisy even the tiniest bit transfixing despite her carelessness.
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by Henry Stewart
on Wed, May 8, 2013 at 1:29 PM
BAM's annual film festival returns for its fifth year with a kick-ass slate of films. Featuring lots of high-profile indies that have been making waves at other festivals, it also "remains a hometown festival," the press release reads, "with nearly half our main slate by Brooklyn filmmakers." We're psyched about making new discoveries and catching up with names we've been hearing about, but if your resources are limited and you want to know what's, like, essential to see, you shouldn't go wrong with any of these, because we were already excited to see them before we heard they were playing at BAM.
Badlands (1973) Directed by Terrence Malick Malick’s first film is also his most accessible; written while he was still studying at the American Film Institute, it features Malick’s most polished and easy-to-follow narrative. It follows a young outlaw couple as they embark on a haphazard killing spree across the American heartland in the 50s. But the film sounds more conventional than it actually is. Touches of Malick’s signature visual style show up throughout, and then there's Sissy Spacek’s anchoring voiceover narration. Martin Sheen's coolly detached protagonist is one of those characters you never want to stop watching. This newly restored 40th-anniversary print will screen for a week, a longer theatrical run than most of the director’s films receive elsewhere in the country. Daniel Loria (Opens May 10 at Film Forum)
Iron Man 3: Everyone knows that Iron Man 3 is going to make a ton of money this weekend; the question is just how much it's going to make. At this point, a gross in the area of the $300 million or so each of the first two movies grossed would feel, ridiculously enough, like a disappointment following The Avengers and Iron Man 3's enormous foreign rollout over the past week. So yes, we have somehow arrived at a point where $300 million domestic could inspire a response resembling "eh"; hell, Iron Man 2 almost hit that point in 2010, despite having only a slightly weaker trajectory than its predecessor. I still don't really understand those who vastly prefer the first movie; I guess it's somewhat better-plotted in that it's a straight ahead origin story, but Iron Man 2 is just as funny, has better action sequences, and it has Sam Rockwell. If those aren't successful power plays, I don't know what are. That said, replacing Jon Favreau with Shane Black, who pretty much brought Downey back from the brink via the underseen Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, feels like something of an upgrade, though highly paid action-screenwriter Black has never actually directed an action movie before.
Memories Look at Me (2012) Directed by Song Fang In Song´s debut feature, the winner of last year’s Best First Feature prize at the Locarno International Film Festival and a Main Slate selection at the most recent New York Film Festival, the Chinese writer-director-star travels from Beijing to her childhood home in Nanking to visit her family. Tender apartment-bound scenes ensue in which the young woman and her real-life parents recall the past, sometimes fondly, sometimes bittersweetly; documentary and fiction mix as they catch up on lost time. Their lives are contrasted with those of other modern families while urban white noise echoes faintly outside, gesturing toward a reality of inevitable change. Like in the work of Memories’ executive producer and coproducer, the great Jia Zhangke, people dream as a way of creating space for themselves as they travel through modern life. Aaron Cutler (May 2-8 at MoMA, part of its ongoing Contemporasian series)
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by Josh Stillman
on Tue, Apr 30, 2013 at 3:16 PM
Ok, ok, the Tribeca Film Festival is so last weekend, we know, but this movie was so great we just had to tell you!
If religion is merely a palliative, are those who choose to believe in it fools? Or are they just desperate for solace from life's cruel vicissitudes? Belgian director Felix Van Groeningen poses these questions with severity and tenderness in his new film, The Broken Circle Breakdown. The film revolves around Didier (Johan Heldenbergh), a bluegrass musician, and his wife Elise (Veerle Baetens), a tattoo artist, tracing their relationship from its blissful conception to its tragic conclusion. When they first meet, the two fall in love almost instantly, bonding over their shared enthusiasm for American music and culture. In the beginning, their relationship is perfect: a whirlwind of sex and emotional intimacy, buoyed by the fervor of performance once Elise joins Didier's band as a singer. But when their young daughter Maybelle (Nell Cattrysse) becomes terminally ill, the fairy tale ends and the two start to question everything they hold dear: love, god, each other.
Despite the controversy Neil LaBute invites, he seems, at heart, to be a sincere moralist. His works are often pegged as misogynistic or racially insensitive, but actually they're about misogyny and racial insensitivity; superficial views obscure how little he thinks of vitriolic characters, charismatic and confident though they may be. Even his most reviled film, the notorious Wicker Man remake, has plausibly feminist readings in the way it amplifies anti-women sentiments to the point that they are overtly ludicrous. (Spike Lee’s She Hate Me does something similar.) His latest, Some Velvet Morning, a claustrophobic examination of power dynamics and sexual violence, defies easy analysis.
It’s worth remembering that gifted artists come from somewhere, that the first 18 years of their lives follow a familiar cycle of school years. In The English Teacher, a prodigiously talented playwright returns to his hometown and reconnects with his former teacher, who becomes determined to stage a school production of his latest—and incredibly violent—work while flirting with the idea of having an affair with him. This is a good premise, especially since there are a number of interesting ways for it develop: a biting satire like Election? Or enjoyably light like Hamlet 2? Unfortunately, despite some interesting stylistic choices—like a voiceover narrator who becomes inexplicably hostile—it opts for a conventional story that’s amusing enough but oh-so safe. Julianne Moore is quite good in the role, unsurprisingly, but since she could handle a much more challenging character, it’s almost unsatisfying that she doesn’t get to. Frankly, dramatic stakes are difficult to come by when the story’s antagonists are clearly right: theater full of suicides and shootings may not be the most appropriate for a high school. Ryan Vlastelica
Screens tonight, Saturday and Sunday. More info here.
Pain and Gain: For the first time since The Rock, if not his first feature Bad Boys, Michael Bay has made a movie that cost less than $100 million. For the first time since Bad Boys, he's opening a movie outside of the May-July prime summer corridor. Hell, it's his first movie in eight years that doesn't contain the word Transformers in the title. Technically speaking, the message is clear: Michael Bay is changing it up!
Emma Roberts—daughter of Eric, niece of Julia—has really been making a go of it with her indie-movie career, to the point of taking almost the same part twice in It's Kind of a Funny Story and The Art of Getting By. In Adult World, she graduates from alluring teenage love interest to showcase role as Amy, a recent Syracuse University graduate and aspiring poet with a Hannah Horvath-y faith in the arts-career she's certain will materialize. After her parents balk at the grand or so she spends on postage and entrance fees for poetry contests (which I guess means she enters 50 or 60), she moves out in a huff and gets herself a for-now job. (As a former resident of upstate New York, by the way, I can confirm that almost no college graduate, even one in Syracuse, makes the want ads her primary source of leads.)
Gemma Arterton has been, for the past few years, an odd bombshell in search of a good genre-role: after playing Strawberry Fields, the more fun and less-used Bond girl in Quantum of Solace, she took on gods and demons in Clash of the Titans and Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters, plus whatever they were fighting in Prince of Persia. In Byzantium, she plays, perhaps inevitably, a vampire. Arterton has a striking, comic-bookish physicality; she's broader-shouldered and less slight of frame than some of her waifish contemporaries. Her vampirism, then, isn't sallow or skeletal: her Clara is a working woman, albeit as some manner of stripper or prostitute as the movie opens—a less risky profession after you've achieved, more or less, immortality.
Maybe Richard Linklater's Before films never grace the tops of best-of lists the way they should is because what makes the series so special is essentially invisible. The script and acting are so natural and exact they hardly register as dialogue or performances, and Linklater—the most underrated filmmaker of his generation?—directs so elegantly that the camera seems to disappear. We're there with these characters, and after three films now we know them and love them. Before Midnight maintains the series' perfect 1.000 batting average; this is the deepest and best of the three, and while it contains elements of Before Sunrise's romantic idealism, it's as honest a depiction of the difficulty of maintaining relationships as any American cinema has to offer. (Newcomers to the series will miss a great deal of the resonance.)
Faust (1926) Directed by F.W. Murnau The visual splendors of Murnau's final German film are so unrelenting that it’s easy to downplay how powerful the love story is, on a personal scale, between Satan-consorting alchemist Faust (Gösta Ekman) and fragile Gretchen (Camilla Horn). Small and large pleasures: this almost 90-year-old blockbusting spectacle has it all—except sound. The maligned interlude between Emil Jannings’s Mephisto and the girl’s aunt is an absurd inclusion that explodes the biblical bombast. It’s charming that it could exist in the same film as Gretchen visually shrieking across time and space, entreating to her lover brooding on a distant mountain rock. Justin Stewart (Apr 27-28 at Nitehawk)
David Gordon Green never really left us; he was even there in the 80s-VHS looseness of his recent experiments in Apatow-gang broad comedy, which started with Pineapple Express and continued with a couple of less well-regarded (but somewhat underrated) efforts. Regardless of the woodsy frolicking of Your Highness or The Sitter's mis-en-scene, some will mislabel Prince Avalanche the return of the "real" Green because it bears some superficial resemblance to his earlier indies. Of course, if you want to talk superficial resemblances, it also stars Apatow player Paul Rudd; the movie may be beautiful, but its comic spirit has plenty in common with Green's newer films, too.
This documentary about the Brooklyn rock band The National centers on lead singer Matt Berninger's fuck-up brother Tom, who toured with the group as a roadie and fumbled a documentary out of the experience. Given that the band is one of the best and most exciting out there, this is akin to a profile on the Yankee's water boy, or close-ups of the Mona Lisa's frame. There's surprisingly little concert footage, and revelations about the group's dynamics or creative process are few and far between. (The interview questions essentially satirize the format: Do you get sleepy on stage? Where do you see the band in 50 years?)
Oblivion: It seems clear by now that Tom Cruise is in some kind of damage-control blockbuster mode; following his public meltdown and a couple of his only movies ever to disappoint at the box office and with the critics simultaneously (Lions for Lambs and Knight and Day), he headed back to the familiar comfort of Paramount franchises. When Mission: Impossible — Ghost Protocol hit big like it was 1996 all over again, Cruise got further encouragement: maybe everyone's ready to embrace Tom Cruise, Popular Movie Star, all over again. Hence a star turn in Jack Reacher that seemed like a move he could've made in 1994 or so, had he not made a conscious decision to work with top-level directors like Brian De Palma, Paul Thomas Anderson, Stanley Kubrick, Cameron Crowe, Steven Spielberg, and Michael Mann. Now he has committed to what feels a bit like the B-movie alternate universe of his movie star career: Joseph Kosinski's Oblivion is the first of three sci-fi action pictures Cruise has signed up for. Doug Liman's All You Need is Kill follows in spring 2014, and it's looking like the Japanese-originated sci-fi adaptation Yukikaze may follow. Odd that someone who spaces out his signature Mission: Impossible franchise enough to avoid burnout is heading back to the sci-fi well for three straight trips, especially when the non-sci-fi Cruise projects in the mix are a fifth Mission, a second Reacher, and maybe that Man from UNCLE movie that's clearly never getting made by anyone ever.
There’s a not-insignificant part of the population that considers the biggest corporate threat to America to be not an energy giant or weapons manufacturers but Monsanto, the agriculture giant involved in genetically modified seeds and other “Franken-foods.” A key part of the American food debate, which is so linked to health issues, agribusiness has gotten little attention in movies other than documentaries, which is why At Any Price is a particular disappointment. Like Promised Land, a similarly earnest, similarly unsuccessful attempt to delve into the problems of the heartland, Price never feels comfortable in its own skin.