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by The Editors
on Mon, Dec 17, 2012 at 5:00 AM
Does any image better express "Movies in 2012"?
I used to take the creation of Top 10 lists very seriously. I still do, but I no longer try to impress unborn generations with my definitive record of the year's personal-cultural-critical consensus. That just makes for predictable lists. Instead, now I use them to tell readers about all the awesome, crazy, and amazing movies I saw that year, ones maybe they didn't know a lot about, or hadn't considered seriously. You know you should see The Master; you don't need me to tell you that. (Right?)
As the new editor of The L's film section, I hope that ethos somewhat carries into our Fourth Annual Film Poll—that this won't just be a list of the usual suspects (although you will find The Master and Moonrise Kingdom here; hey, it was a strong year for established auteurs!) but will also include surprises, confounding choices, movies you never heard of, and movies you wish you hadn't heard of—movies that reflect the particular and often peculiar tastes of our writers.
You should watch more movies. Here's a bunch of awesome ones. Henry Stewart
Abendland Nikolaus Geyrhalter The Austrian chronicler gives us an addictive, HD nightscape of Europe at work, from security guards to mental-health hotline operators to Webcam porn actors to protesters and their riot police. A portrait emerges of a cordial, ever-fascinating civilization catered to and controlled to within an inch of its life—think Richard Scarry meets Harun Farocki.
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by Henry Stewart
on Mon, Dec 10, 2012 at 12:45 PM
Caveh Zahedi's documentary The Sheik and I, about his efforts to circumvent censorship while making a movie in the United Arab Emirates, opened on Friday amid controversy: a week ago, the director released online an eight-minute video called "I Was Blacklisted by Thom Powers," who is a powerful programmer of documentaries. Zahedi, who lives in Carroll Gardens, had sent Powers his film, looking for feedback, and Powers had a reaction similar to mine: "I... found it deeply troubling for its breach of filmmaking ethics and reckless behavior toward people who put their faith in you," Powers wrote in an email to Zahedi. "The film is framed as championing artistic freedom, but rather than bearing the brunt of risk yourself, you put the greater risk on others—including minors—who could risk deportation, loss of livelihood and potentially worse."
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by Henry Stewart
on Tue, Dec 4, 2012 at 9:00 AM
Imagine a movie theater here
Though the business model—a movie theater that serves food and drinks to your seat!—has already arrived in Brooklyn thanks to Williamsburg's Nitehawk Cinema, the brand most closely associated with it is following right behind: the Alamo Drafthouse will open a location in Downtown Brooklyn as part of the City Point development on the old Dekalb Market site, Eater NY reports. The seven-screen theater plans to open in 2015, the year after a planned Upper West Side location, making it the third Alamo in the metropolitan region. (There's also one slated for Yonkers.)
Killing Them Softly: I loved Andrew Dominik's The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, so I couldn't be more excited for his reteaming with Brad Pitt (who gave his best-pre-Tree of Life performance in Jesse James), unless it also costarred Sam Rockwell, Paul Schneider, Casey Affleck, and Zooey Deschanel, and it doesn't, so just prepare yourselves now. The Weinsteins appear to be following my general why-not-just-release-this-movie-wide-and-see-what-happens distribution strategy, and, ok, seeing it in action, realizing that a talky crime drama from the Jesse James team is going out on 2,000 screens, maybe I'm starting to see why people don't just do this for whatever projects whatever movie stars have in the pipeline. Then again, Killing Them Softly is one of only two wide releases this weekend, and next weekend general audiences only get access to some Gerard Butler movie, so maybe consider the Killing Them Softly option a courtesy, albeit one that audiences will probably roundly ignore.
Life of Pi: When I went to see Wreck-It Ralph in Orlando, Florida (yep), I saw a pre-trailers featurette explaining why you should be psyched for Life of Pi because of its use of 3D technology. Regal theaters have one explaining why you should be psyched for Les Miserables because of its recorded-live singing; I realize it's a bit opportunistic but it is sort of neat to see movies hype themselves for technical reasons rather than just saying: Kaboom! Tom Cruise! Sideboob! (Actually, I would probably love a trailer that actually said those things.) Anyway, no less an authority than James Cameron goes all-in for this non-trailer, calling Life of Pi a masterpiece (that happens to be made using the 3D technology he developed). I'm psyched for any movie based on an unfilmable book, although I have to say, in the actual Life of Pi trailer, a lot of the digital stuff looks terrible. The water looks congealed, the tiger has that fussed-over slightly-too-mobile appearance common to CG creatures, and that glowing whale is half awe-inspiring, half shrouded in digital muck. I'm not anti-digital effects by any means; I just wonder if this will be a case of a great volume of effects overtaking great quality. Then again, Ang Lee's last effects-laden movie was the supposed misfire but actually pretty cool Hulk movie, and, more to the point, Lee never seems to make the same movie twice (I don't remember enough of Lust, Caution to make a joke about how it's actually exactly like Hulk, so feel free to make your own, Lust, Caution fans!).
It could have been lost forever, buried under layers of grime and rust with the nondescript title Twin Sisters. Instead, Leslie Anne Lewis of the National Film Preservation Foundation (described as a "nitrate sleuth"—whatever that is!) took note of two remarkable stills as they passed over her light table: a close-up of a hand of cards, and a portrait-like shot of a woman framed by smoke. Struck by the artistry of the two frames, Lewis began an investigation into the remaining reels. Knowing the names of the two stars, Betty Compson and Clive Brook, and Selznick, the American distributor, was enough information to deduce what she had: 1924's The White Shadow—one of the first films bearing the name of Alfred Hitchcock.
Breaking Dawn Part Two: It's times like these, when typing out the title of the sequel to the adaptation of the fourth book in the Twilight series, that I am grateful for the concise, near-mercenary honesty of a title like Fast Five. Because let's be real: this is Twilight 5, for a story that has no more business expanding beyond two or three parts than any number of low-rent horror franchises. I held out hope that perhaps the comparably incident-packed Breaking Dawn Part One, directed by the reasonably decent Bill Condon, might inject some life into movies that generally play like a few boring mid-season episodes of a creatively stalled TV show, just as I hoped that maybe 30 Days of Night's David Slade would give the third one a bit more horror-movie style. It didn't. It didn't. It never does. The best Twilight movie is still the first one, because at least that one had an excuse to look low-budget and vaguely amateurish. Maybe the fourth one would've been more fun with the contents of this movie, which apparently include Vampire Kristen Stewart and more low-rent vampire skirmishes, were allowed to stay with it; then again, a vampire-human wedding, vampire-human honeymoon boning, a pregnancy via vampire that should be impossible, a vampire-assisted cesarean section for a human-vampire hybrid birth, and a werewolf falling in love with a baby weren't enough to gin up some energy in Breaking Dawn Part One. So: once more into the Twilight breach, expecting some giggles and enthusiastically half-embarrassed audience reactions, hoping for a movie that is better than semi-terrible.
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by Zachary Gomes
on Wed, Nov 14, 2012 at 9:00 AM
Writer-director-star Patrick Wang’s debut In the Family follows Tennessee local Joey Williams as he is drawn into a battle for custody of his son, Chip, following the untimely death of his partner, Cody. This Friday, roughly a year after its original New York release, In the Family will reopen at Cinema Village. In the time since its initial release, the film has received praise from Roger Ebert and the New York Times and The L Magazine, been nominated for Best Debut Film at the Independent Spirit Awards, and will be screening in Sao Paolo and Taiwan. We spoke to Wang about how the movie keeps winning over audiences, why he shows the back of the main character's head so much, and what family is.
The story of the movie’s progress is pretty interesting. It had a pretty rough start, didn’t it? It was a really rough start. It kind of landed with a thud to begin with. You know festivals, distributors and even some of my collaborators weren’t that thrilled about the movie, and so it was a lonely time for about six months. Then the story changed, and it keeps changing. It’s unpredictable, and you never know if it’s going to change again over the next couple of weeks. The progress it’s made has been slow and I don’t know if we’ve had enough time that it’s going to pay off even more now that we’re back in New York. We’re returning to some other cities, too—San Francisco is one I’m very excited about.
I realize that all I really needed to do to prep for Skyfall is rewatch the previous two Daniel Craig James Bond pictures, which came out six and four years ago—just imagine how many Bond movies we'd get if MGM had been financially stable at any point in the last 25 years! But I'd already seen Casino Royale twice, representing a personal record for a James Bond movie (tied with You Only Live Twice; I'm not sure how it happened, but there you have it), and I hadn't, in fact, seen any Bonds not played by Craig, Brosnan, or Connery. Fortunately, New York is more or less the rep-movies capital of these United States, so IFC Center came through with all of the Connery Bonds, followed by MoMA showing every single one through Quantum of Solace to celebrate the 50 years and 22 movies leading up to Sam Mendes Presents: Prestige Bond. I did not have the time, money, or, when it really comes down to it, the inclination to perform a full catch-up; I want to have watched all of the Bond movies more than I want to actually sit down and watch them, mainly because almost every single one of them is 10 to 15 minutes too long. (The Craig installments are the opposite: Casino Royale wears its 140 minutes reasonably well, though it could be trimmer; and Quantum of Solace, at a mere 105 minutes, is the trimmest entry ever.) I did have the inclination to DVR a bunch more Bond movies when I found out they're airing on some channel called Universal HD. By the time the fourth Daniel Craig entry hits, I'll probably be caught up or close to it. For now, here's my incomplete, inexpert Bond guide.
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by Henry Stewart
on Fri, Nov 9, 2012 at 10:00 AM
I once asked a puppeteer if there were any disadvantages to his art, and he said, "strings!" I imagine they're the biggest problem with making a movie with puppets, too—they're a constant reminder of artificiality, a turn-off for audiences who expect from cinema a little realism in appearances, even from the cartoons. In Strings, certainly the most prestigious puppetry movie ever made, the filmmakers resolve this issue by making the strings a part of the mythology: they extend into the heavens, giving the characters life (and thus making the puppeteer a god—and this movie as much about puppetry as it is puppets). You're not supposed to pretend they're not there.
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by Henry Stewart
on Fri, Nov 9, 2012 at 9:20 AM
Videology, the Southside video store, reopens today after a brief closure for renovations transformed into a bar and screening room. There'll be a party and a screening of Leos Carax's Holy Motors, which starts a weeklong run. We spoke to Zach Clark, who'll be programming the space, about what people can expect—and how they'll still be able to rent movies.
Can you give us a sense of what the space will look like? Will it feel like going to a movie theater or sitting in a video store? The screening room will seat about 35 people, and it definitely won't feel like watching a movie in a video store. We'll have comfy chairs, a few booths, and table space for people's drinks and popcorn.
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by Henry Stewart
on Thu, Nov 8, 2012 at 9:00 AM
reRun is back! The indie cinema-gastropub inside of DUMBO's reBar opened in 2010, but this June programmer Aaron Hillis announced he would step down and the space would close. We figured that was that, but now it's reopening thanks to a new collaboration between the restaurant and the Independent Filmmaker Project, which among other things publishes Filmmaker magazine. They host their kickoff party tonight, though they've already begun screening movies: the terrific Girl Walk // All Day has been showing since Friday. We spoke to IFP's Dan Schoenbrun, who's helping to manage the initiative.
I thought reRun was done! What happened? Quite simply, it's too perfect a space to stay vacant for long. The New York City theatrical market is incredibly competitive. Most large movie theaters will only work with the major distributors, and a lot of the smaller art houses charge huge four-walling fees to filmmakers who want to screen there. reRun doesn’t charge anything, and they’re open to screening self-distributed films that wouldn't otherwise get a chance to open theatrically in New York. That’s what’s made the theater invaluable to the Brooklyn arts community—its daring, egalitarian programming choices. And that's what drew IFP and Filmmaker magazine to the theater. We have a long-standing mission to support voices that might not otherwise be heard, and that's just what we plan to do at reRun.
Flight: Though I was surprised to learn they're all about the same age, I nonetheless have tended to group Steven Spielberg, Robert Zemeckis, and Joe Dante together in a way that perhaps even overrides the classic Spielberg/Lucas/Coppola/Scorsese/De Palma "70s movie brats" categorization, probably because Spielberg, Zemeckis, and Dante are collectively responsible for a massive chunk of movie love for the first decade of my life. Since they made such iconic entertainment in the 80s (and, okay, also 70s, for Spielberg; that's why he seems older now), their careers have branched out in different directions. Spielberg has chased the ambition and scope of his peers at their best; sometimes he's dinged for trying too hard, or ruining those efforts with sentiment (have you guys seen Munich, by the way? Not so sentimental. Actually quite devastating. But more on that next week, when Lincoln comes out) or for retreating into populism, but with wildly different skills and interests, he's wound up with the varied, highlights-packed career I assume everyone thought Coppola would have circa 1980 or so. Dante, for his part, has stuck with his playful, reference-laden fun long enough for it to become a niche act: to think, the guy who made the Gremlins movies made a Looney Tunes picture in 2003, and pretty much no one showed up.
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by Henry Stewart
on Thu, Nov 1, 2012 at 9:00 AM
This guerilla dance movie realizes the fantasy of our iPod culture: to dance and leap through the streets to a grooving soundtrack, to bring the way we behave in the privacy of our bedrooms into public, onto New York's ferries, bridges, markets, rooftops, cemeteries, museums, parades, subways, street fairs, stadiums, and train stations. Here, all the city's a stage. This is the joy, the exuberance, of being alive in the city.
Before this biopic, Cloud Atlas was known as the perfect specimen of 20th-century man
Cloud Atlas: Unlike, say, in hip-hop, where mega-star-producer-guest team-ups are expected and encouraged to top each other, there's something a little bizarre when auteurs get involved in the same movie. Though I love The Life Aquatic and Fantastic Mr. Fox, it's hard not to keep myself from attempting to parse out which lines came from Wes Anderson and which came from cowriter Noah Baumbach. The movies feel like Anderson in the end, of course, and I'm tickled by the idea that two strong writers would so enjoy each other's company (and come up with Steve Zissou as a result), but there's something strange about a pair of strong writing voices layered over each other. That would appear to go double, or at least plus 50 percent, for Andy and Lana Wachowski, already a two-person filmmaking team, adding in Run Lola Run's Tom Tykwer for a tri-writing, tri-directing, ampersand-heavy credit. Look at the Matrix trilogy or Speed Racer and tell me how a whole third person is supposed to fit into that vision (for better or for worse; mostly, I say for better).
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by Henry Stewart
on Fri, Oct 26, 2012 at 9:00 AM
Deadly Blessing (1981) Directed by Wes Craven
This classical slasher, released 15 months after Friday the 13th, evokes that foundational film: a killer stalks a community, picking off its members in gruesome ways, terrorizing others. The only difference is we're not at summer camp: we're in a rural farming community, majority "Hittite," who "make the Amish look like swingers." They don't even use tractors—except for murder?
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by Henry Stewart
on Thu, Oct 25, 2012 at 9:30 AM
Overwrought is too weak a word to describe this bloody and unhinged remake of William Lustig's 1980 cult classic. Directed by Franck Khalfoun (P2) and cowritten and coproduced by Alexandre Aja, the movie is shot almost entirely in the first person; like 1947's The Lady in the Lake, the hero is only glimpsed in mirrors. We also hear his trembling mutterings or anxious dialogue. Elijah Wood stars as that title character, one very different from the one he plays on Willard: a schizo killer and scalper of women who freaks out, trashes rooms, screams, kills, hallucinates, has flashbacks, and suffers blinding migraines.
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by Steve Erickson
on Wed, Oct 24, 2012 at 9:00 AM
With only a documentary and two narrative films to her credit, Julia Loktev has nonetheless established herself as one of the most talented American directors of her generation. Her first feature Day Night Day Night followed an ambivalent suicide bomber around Times Square. Her second feature, The Loneliest Planet, continues in a minimalist vein but expands its scope. It features three characters: a Mexican man (Gael Garcia Bernal) and his American fiancee (Hani Furstenberg) traveling across the country of Georgia with their local guide (Bidzina Gujabidze). Planet, which opens October 26 at the IFC Center, often feels like a placid travelogue, particularly in its first half, but a sudden moment of danger changes the characters’ relationships forever. We spoke to Loktev about gender roles, the importance of casting, and how much she borrows from Hemingway.
Do you think your background as an immigrant has informed your work? Definitely. In the case of this film. It influenced it because I have a personal connection to Georgia. I’m not from Georgia, I’m from Russia, but there’s a common Soviet past that we have. For me, it was a very natural place to shoot because I could communicate with everyone over 20 by speaking Russian. The younger generation don’t speak Russian, but the older generation do.