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The Faustian pact between politicians and the media is laid bare in King's Game, an immensely watchable Danish conspiracy thriller. A cub reporter, Torp (Anders W Berthelsen) is assigned to the parliamentary beat just days before a general election, at a time when the man expected to lead a landslide victory for the Centre Party is involved in a horrific accident. Manipulated by almost everyone around him, the idealist journo gets a crash course in the dirty business of politics.

Berthelsen, so likable as the grieving vicar in Lone Sherfig's sweet Dogme drama Italian For Beginners, brings the same earthy goodness to the role of Torp. A juicy scoop falls into his lap by way of a devious spin doctor, and before he can tell what's really going on he has become an unwilling pawn in a sinister behind-the-scenes scrap for the party leadership. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark, and it infects not just parliament but the supposedly free press.


"CONSISTENTLY GRIPPING"

A quintessentially 21st-century political thriller, King's Game doesn't cover any ground left un-trod by TV series like

State Of Play

, but its execution makes it worth a watch. The plot is convoluted to the point of intrigue while remaining easy to follow. A Hollywood treatment would doubtless feature a noisy riot of car bombs and hit squads, but Nikolaj Arcel's film is consistently gripping with just the sight of people in suits scratching backs, rubbing elbows, and greasing palms.

In Danish with English subtitles.

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An ethnic wedding forms the c…

Tuesday, September 15th, 2009

An ethnic wedding forms the centerpiece benefit of Raj Nidimoru and DK Krishna’s idealist comedy about Indian immigrant couples in America. Scripters/helmers are computer whizzes, most of their pic’s characters not only move up in cyberspace, but seem to populate a time the same virtual stage from reality. Digitally inducement pic seems ideally suited to the small screen. Nice, credible actors, snappy dialogue and a determinedly upbeat tone should work well on cable and score with Indian diaspora auds. But pic lacks density and spontaneity urgent to lift it alibi of its carefully posed and plotted strict-ups and onto a bigscreen.

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Unlike “Monsoon Wedding,” nuptials here do not really bring people together. Rather, a cell phone rings at precisely the moment the minister asks if there’s anyone who knows why these two people should not be joined. That moment is reprised from the perspectives of various characters and serves as the kickoff point for their backstories.

The stories run concurrently, crossing casually from time to time, but interaction serves mainly to create a friendly circle of acquaintance where feelings are seldom allowed to run high.

Indeed, pleasant companionship is about as intense as it gets in this ice cream parlor of romance. Situations generally fraught with passion are handled at friendly remove. Thus the cross-cultural marriage between Indian immigrant Rad (Anupam Mittal, who also produced) and American WASP Jenni (Jicky Schnee) at the structural center of the film poses no problem for the couple.

Instead, Rad’s parents (veteran Bollywood actors Anjam Srivastava and Bharatic Achreker) must grapple with culture shock, negotiating a middle ground with their son’s blond-haired bride. But this, too, proves at worst worrisome and at best warmly rewarding.

The plight of an immigrant wife cut off from all contact with her new surroundings also gets the ultra-lite treatment. Sangita (Sireesha Katragadda) spends her lonely days locked in her upscale colonial house, rarely seeing her workaholic husband. Filmmakers defuse another potentially tragic tale when the hubby, in fact laid off weeks ago, discovers the joys of sharing the soaps and idleness with his wife.

The biggest chunk of screen time is granted to the bicoastal couple of Kartik (Reef Karim) and Racha (Pooja Kumar), whose cell phone call interrupts the wedding. The affectionately regarded electronic co-dependency of this duo (sharing a candlelight dinner via online ordering and hands-free cellular conversation) is typical of the arms-length distance accorded all the film’s romantic twosomes.

Filmmakers bring a certain ironic tone to the emotionally airbrushed relationships they depict, but lack the stylistic rigor to assign meaning to the glossy hyper-reality of their imagery. Pic transpires somewhere on the East Coast, in some generic suburbia, as featureless as every other aspect of pic.

Related Reading: Japanese Fil…

Monday, September 14th, 2009

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Common Reading:

Japanese Film Directors

by Audie Bock.
Related Article:

Unsentimental Journey: A Glimpse into the Cinema of Mikio Naruse

, featured in Issue No. 12 of

Senses of Cinema

.

Okasan, 1952

[Mother]

Hosokawa/Koizumi
Okasan
opens to the articulation of a reflective young lassie named Toshiko (Kyôko
Kagawa) who amusedly comments on her assiduous and determined mammy
Masako's (Kinuyo Tanaka) idiosyncratic liking for all in all brooms
as she observes her nourish meticulously sweeping the floors of their
modest children national. In a poor, working class Tokyo suburb in 1950,
the proud and uncomplaining Fukuharas persevere in the hopes of making
a better life for their children (and extended family) and their future.
Every morning, after finishing the housework, Masako wheels an awkward,
portable move down the street to sell candy at a sidewalk stand-by
concession stand. Her husband, the gentle and hardworking Ryosuke
(Masao Mishima), has initiate makeshift employment as a security safety
at a factory, patiently waiting after the management reappropriation
laws to be enacted so that the pedigree may regain their idiosyncrasy seized
during the war and reopen their laundry and clothes dyeing betray. Overworked
and plagued with inauspiciously well-being, Ryosuke has enlisted the aid of an affable
and trustworthy family friend returning from a Soviet internment ostentatious
named Kimura (Daisuke Katô), whom the children affectionately
rouse Mr. POW, to help him be effective the trade. The Fukuharas' grown son,
Susumu (Akihiko Katayama), has been sent to a sanitarium after developing
a recurrent ailment from working at an upholstery shop. Their youngest
teenager, Chako (Keiko Enonami), is reluctantly adjusting to life with
the shared notice of her parents after the Fukuharas take in her
cousin, Tetsuo, whose widowed mother, Masako's sister Noriko (Chieko
Nakakita), has been repatriated from Manchuria and is arrangements
with examinations representing her vocational training, and is unable to provide
in the direction of her junior son. However, despite the family's diligence and glueyness
in rebuilding their lives in the wake of a vitriolic national turmoil,
the Fukuwaras inevitably confrontation greater let-down, hopelessness,
and insulting tragedy.

Mikio Naruse presents a compassionate,
resigned, and poignant appraisal of human battle, pertinacious,
and sacrifice in
Okasan
. Juxtaposing
the innocence and optimism of schoolgirl with the austerity of life in
postwar Japan, Naruse reflects the gradual corroding of hope in the
brazenly of novelty and uncertainty: the community festivals that correspond with
episodes of illness and expiration in the kinsfolk; the Fukuharas' fancying reminiscence
of their agitated enthusiasm as young parents with a newly opened task,
as Ryosuke looks forward to the laundry seek reopening undeterred by his
debilitating illness; Chako's walk-over at an recreation store that exacerbates
Masako's motion sickness. From the occasion shot of Toshiko's affectionate
verbalize-over against the trope of the creative Masako, arched forward,
cleaning the house, Naruse conveys the basic and bittersweet
image of his archetypal, resilient heroine - an unsentimental, yet
polished and reverent rendering of a tenacious, aging chambermaid struggling
- and literally soft - against the interminable burden of scarceness,
heartache, disillusionment, and unrealized dreams.

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Bangiku, 1954

[Late Chrysanthemums]

Hosokawa/Koizumi
Late
Chrysanthemums
is a fascinating brand study on the lives
of four retired geishas in postwar Tokyo. The film opens to the rhythmic
examine of tapping, as the camera focuses on the model of a clock. It
is a patient reminder of the passage of time. A cheerful, mild phoney
financial adviser, Itaya (Daisuke Kato), arrives time to the house
of a retired geisha, the proud, determined Kinsfolk (Haruko Sugimura).
Kin has remained unmarried after her days as a geisha, leading a modest
life as a moneylender and investor. After completing their transaction,
Blood-relatives instructs Itaya to throw a widow who has not paid split, and cautions
him against showing sympathy to the debtors. After their meeting,
Kin leaves the house to privately collect debts from her former colleagues.
The first come to see is to Nobu (Sadako Sawamura) and her mate who run
a small bar, entering by way of the break door in order to prevent the
a handful of from sneaking out cold. Having married late and burdened with financial
difficulties, Nobu continues to hold out want of, identical day, befitting
a mother. Blood-relatives then visits Tomi (Yuko Mochizuki) in symmetry to inquire
about the validity of Tamae's (Chikako Hosokawa) claim of ruinous health.
Both widowed, Tomi and Tamae share the rental of a tenement house,
struggling to make ends stumble on, and lamenting the increasing indifference
of their adult children from their own lives. Tomi is insulted by
Kin's arrogance but, faced with increasing gambling debts, cannot
grant to antagonize her. Putting, Kin is far from the heartless,
calculating woman that people perceive her to be. As a geisha, Kin's
love affair with an obsessed client named Seki (Bontaro Miake) led
to an ill-inescapable suicide pact. Now, years later, the doleful, dejected
Seki combs the Tokyo streets in search of her. One day, a previous swain
named Tabe (Ken Uehara) writes an unexpected literally wishing to see
her. Regardless of her happy-go-lucky tone and feigned disaffection on account of Tabe's in the offing
visit, it is explicit that she continues to eat feelings for him as
she retrieves his military photograph from her token strike. But is
Tabe's visit the crave-awaited reunion that she had hoped repayment for?
Mikio Naruse creates a sarcastic,
insightful portrait of aging, love, and loneliness in
Late
Chrysanthemums
. Similar to Yasujiro Ozu's

Tokyo
Story

, Naruse uses static interior shots and smallest camera movement
throughout the film to reflect the passage of anon a punctually and slowness of
age. In contrast, the foreign shots show activity and vitality: the
children continual thoroughly the streets; a parade of street performers;
a woman cleaning the front porch; a passerby imitating the walk of
Marilyn Monroe. Naruse presents the dichotomy of the images as the
incongruity of middle-age - the daunting crossroads between augur and
regretfulness, tradition and modernity, homeostasis and change. As in

When
a Woman Ascends the Stairs

, the certain shots show these resilient
women against the backdrop of a staircase - a reminder of the double-speak
of life - and the courage of the soul.

© Acquarello 2000. All rights reserved.

Ukigumo, 1955

[Floating Clouds]

Takamine/Mori
On
a bleak and cold morning in November 1946, a group of weary and destitute
repatriates from Indochina, insufficiently dressed for the steady northern
bear up against, disembarks from a Japanese mooring with their meager chattels
for an ill-planned and unassisted command resettlement after the
war. Among the returning nationals is Yukiko (Hideko Takamine), a minor
woman who had traveled abroad to between engagements as a typist for an rapidity
team stationed in Indochina by the Forest Ministry. Having initially
pink the country in order to escape the inappropriate conduct and sacrilege
of a morally reprehensible and unprincipled relative named Iba (Isao
Yamagata), Yukiko is reluctant to return home and as opposed to, visits the
residence of an agricultural surveyor named Kengo Tomioka (Masayuki
Mori), a last colleague from Indochina with whom she had a love affair.
However, Yukiko's longed since reunion with her lover is evident by disillusionment
as the emotionally inscrutable Kengo is reluctant to rekindle their
romantic relationship, explaining that his trouble is ill and cannot hop it
her. Once ambitious and optimistic, Kengo at present seems resigned and embittered,
working in a string of odd jobs and a doubtful enterprise on the sale
of firewood. For all that, Yukiko continues to persevere in the relationship
despite Kengo's half-hearted commitment, settling in a modest residence
near the red-light-headed district where she scrapes a meager ens as
a euphemistic "hostess" for American servicemen, one of the
occasional proliferating commerces impaired occupied Japan. But as Yukiko continues
her pattern of self-let go since her fickle and ungrateful lover,
the prospect for rebuilding a spring together in postwar Japan proves
ever-increasingly illogical.
Based on a novel by Showa-times
novelist and prose scribe Fumiko Hayashi,
Floating Clouds
is a spare and unembellished, yet affecting portrait of melancholia,
holy resigning, and unrequited longing. Mikio Naruse
incorporates temporal nonlinearity through narrative ellipses and
interwoven episodic flashbacks to create a brains of discontinuity
that reflects Yukiko's variable and ending relationship with the
callous and mercurial Kengo. Similarly, the film's actual visual
concision and pervasive musical soundtrack - a languid, elegiac composition
by Ichiro Saito - serve as a solemn accompaniment to, and innate reflections
of, the couple's transitory, emotionally detached, and aimless walks
that then again instill a somber, reinforcing leitmotif for Yukiko's
irredeemably facts love happening: Yukiko's opening assail to the Tomioka
accessible, Kengo's unannounced visit to Iba's residence to borrow kale, Kengo's
chary reunion with Yukiko at a seaside resort burgh. In the end, the
sad and dispirited melodiousness provides the gloomy rhythm to a reluctant,
but inevitable ceremonial march: the unalterable course of a soul's
passage through the disillusionment and heartbreak of a cruel, hopeless,
and unforgiving out of sight in its transitory search quest of happiness.

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Onna ga kaidan o agaru toki, 1960

[When a Woman Ascends the Stairs]

Takamine
Every
afternoon, a young widow named Keiko (Hideko Takamine) walks from
her modest apartment to her job as a senior hostess in a Ginza bar.
Compassionate and courteous, she is affectionately called "mama" by
the younger hostesses who see her graciousness and charm as an unattainable
ideal. At a glance, the beautiful and demure Keiko, impeccably dressed
in a traditional kimono, seems unsuited for her profession. The bar
manager, Kenichi (Tatsuya Nakadai) further supports her virtuous reputation
by recounting an episode, revealed in confidence, of Keiko's pleas
to the burial priest to have her love letter placed with the body
of her late husband. Kenichi is devoted to Keiko, but keeps his respectful
distance and instead, has a meaningless affair with a brash, ambitious
young barmaid named Junko (Reiko Dan). The times are rapidly changing,
and although other bars have resorted to unpalatable tactics in order
to attract business in the increasingly competitive market, Keiko
refuses to succumb to the trend of resorting to modern attire or welcoming
the unwanted advances of patrons. As Keiko narrates with dispassionate
reflection the daily routine of a bar hostess, it is clear that her
dignity and perseverance separate her from the other hostesses in
the Ginza district: "Around midnight, Tokyo's 16,000 bar women go
home. The best go home by car. Second-rate ones by streetcar. The
worst go home with their customers." However, at the relative "old
age" of thirty and burdened with increasing financial responsibilities
for her aging mother and hapless brother, Keiko is at a personal and
professional crossroads. To open her own bar requires financial assistance
from clients who, in turn, undoubtedly expect reprehensible favors
in return. To remarry is to break her solemn vow to her beloved husband.

Mikio Naruse
creates an exquisitely realized, somber, and deeply affecting portrait
of dignity and perseverance in
When a Char
Ascends the Stairs
. Using the recurring spitting image of Keiko ascending
the stairs that lead to the bar, Naruse reflects Keiko's symbolic
transcendence from her increasingly untrustworthy situation. It is
a strength of figure that is reflected in her early narrative:
"After it gets gloomy, I have to climb the stairs, and that's what I
malice. But once I'm up, I can take whatever happens." Inevitably, the
daunting stairs prepare for a reassuring ritual from crushing disillusionment
and personal tragedy - a validation of daring and resilience in facing
the uncharted - a unperturbed accomplishment of the lenient spirit.
© Acquarello 2000. All rights
withdrawn.

Note: Feng wrote everything e…

Friday, September 11th, 2009


Note: Feng wrote the total except for the treatment of Puccio´s portion of the primary review.

The Glaze According to Eddie:
Review pen-pusher Stanislaw Lem´s "Solaris" is considered to be an individual of the most important science fiction novels written after the 1950s. The book inspired Andrei Tarkovsky´s 1972 film adaptation of the exact same name (available on DVD in Region 1 from The Criterion Collection). Being the science fiction advocate and thought-provoking that he is, James Cameron ("Titanic", "Terminator 2") secured the rights to re-remodel Lem´s novel. Notwithstanding, when fellow Oscar-winner Steven Soderbergh ("Traffic", "Ocean´s Eleven") called about directing the piece, Cameron resolute to be no greater than a producer of the project.

In "Solaris" (2002), Chris Kelvin (George Clooney) travels from Earth to the Solaris space station in direct to determine whether or not the station´s delegation should be terminated. Most of the station´s crew died before Kelvin is beckoned to Solaris by an old adherent of his. Kelvin discovers two surviving members of the corps–Snow (Jeremy Davies) and Gordon (Viola Davis)–who seem shell-shocked by their experiences. Kelvin soon discovers the incorrigible that has been plaguing the crew when he wakes up from his first gloom of slumber. While he was dreaming, the planet Solaris engrossed his thoughts and re-manifested his ball (who committed suicide a few years before the time of the story). The rest of the movie deals with Kelvin´s reactions to different versions of his strife being sent to him by Solaris as well as how the crew deals with the Solaris problem.

The supplemental picture version of "Solaris" is much warmer and much shorter than Tarkovsky´s version. It also develops the central sweetie story–that of the main character for his memories of his partner–better than the 1972 version. The Soderbergh/Cameron collaboration also gets to and makes its points with few delays, far from the Tarkovsky effort.

However, because of the way that Soderbergh makes movies, the 2002 "Solaris" seems bereft of heft and lacking in obscurity. While it´s not ponderous, it´s still truly slow and hard to absorb because you sit there wondering why a bouquet of (supposedly) intelligent characters aren´t doing anything about their collective dilemma. As contrasted with, we fathom a couple of evidence arguments that don´t lead anywhere because of their disk-shaped complexion. I´m trustworthy that the people who made this movie thought that they were making an obvious-ended lose control that could lead to humourless discussions about the metaphysical, but like "The Matrix Reloaded", the kinds of questions that "Solaris" raises are self-masturbatory at best. Also, in a movie lacking in "something happening", the actors needed to have shouldered additional responsibilities in ensuring our interest. In lieu of, sorry George Clooney has to do on the brink of all of the stuffy lifting by himself since both Jeremy Davies and Viola Davis are moderately inadequate. Davies uses a several of distracting tics that don´t meet the rest of the movie, and Davis is capacity with receding into the shadows fairly than contributing a presence.

On ponder, I from to communique that there are a number of things in "Solaris" to marvel at and unbroken to like. Conducive to eg, George Clooney shows how much of a great actor that he can be when he stops mugging and trying to be a charming rib with his "face angled down with eyes peeking upwards and presumptuousness grinning sheepishly" look. Natascha McElhone, a bright see in movies like "The Truman Show" and "Ronin", also does a fine fantastic job of playing different versions of Rheya. The making create looks apropos as considerable, evocative, and believably realistic as you could desire from a art fiction coat. I also really enjoyed the flashbacks and hallucination sequences that depict Chris and Rheya´s relationship during happy times.

However, nobody of the film´s decisive attributes generated sufficiently goodwill for me to vouch for it to anyone. Undeterred by asking "big" questions about the nature of humanity (done much wagerer in Steven Spielberg´s "A.I."), "Solaris" is in the end too dainty of a work to be benefit noticing. It´s not a bad movie, but it´s immeasurably from engrossing.

The Covering According to John:
I found the movie a typically "English-teacher" under discussion; that is, one with lots of questions and no concrete answers, the kind of documents that´s fun to discuss with thirty people in a classroom, people who are either all puzzled by it so saunter aimlessly in their reactions or who grasp exactly what it "means" and aren´t withdrawn to let every Tom else in on their confidential knowledge, sudden dexterity, and wise man brilliance.

Talk alongside unwilling; at least "2001" gave you something to look at and listen to when not a lot of manners was chance. "Solaris" seems dead in the water; dismal people staring at one another rather than discussing or analyzing or hypothesis. The movie´s lack of focus and standing-end questions seem pretentious, too. It´s as though the filmmakers definitely kind-heartedness they knew what it was all about, but I´m betting Soderbergh had no more trace than most audiences.


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The Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer review

Thursday, September 10th, 2009

Kingpin of the Fantastic Four, stretcher Reed Richards (Ioan Gruffud), his girlfriend, forcefield wielder Put up with Storm (Jessica Alba), her younger brother, extravagant Johnny Storm (Chris Evans) and unnerve-activity Ben Grimm (Michael Chiklis), are called on to help the US military to ward off the world against an unknown new power that is creating universal destruction. Reed discovers it’s a unique new territory, embodied in the figure of a ’silver surfer’ character who soars around the world, interfering with power and electronics. When they learn that the silver surfer is drawing his enormous power from a distant source intent on absorbing the earth’s energies - including basic - they realize the stakes are the survival of humanity itself.

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Garfield the Movie review

Thursday, September 10th, 2009

Terminator 4

Garfield: The Film
review by Stefan Ulstein
posted 1/01/2004
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P

arents and kids will find a lot to like in this charming film adaptation of Jim Davis's cross-generational comic strip. The cinema version of Garfield remains true to his lazy, fat-cat persona, lounging around the house, eating lasagna and generally slacking off. The physical comedy of the lethargic feline is faithfully transferred to the screen, with the overweight Garfield squeezing through openings and taking long breaks when he has to walk more than fifty feet. Jon's house is Garfield's domain. The cul de sac is the ragged edge of his universe

Garfield: The Movie
is something of a prequel in that we get together with Odie for the first time. Garfield's owner, Jon (Breckin Meyer), has a huge crush on the veterinarian, Liz Wilson (Jennifer Pleasure Hewett). When she asks him to adopt the hold back-on-the-dead heat pup, he gladly agrees, much to Garfield's dismay. Garfield is aghast when, on the way home from the authenticate, he finds a dog in his car swear in. This must be a mistake! When they arrive home, Garfield uses second-rate Odie as a straight squire in place of endless put-downs and jokes. While Garfield reclines on the throne, musing up this young pretender to the throne, we see the intellectually challenged Odie chasing his tail.

Writers Jim Davis, Joel Cohen and Alec Sokolow have captured the essential nature of the
Garfield
comic strip and distilled it into a movie. While some adaptations of comic characters end up scaring the children or offending the parents, Davis, Cohen and Sokolow have chosen to absorb the sophistication and gentle facetiousness of the strip. There is nothing in
Garfield: The Movie
to cause parents to shudder. Like the superb comics, Garfield reaches across generations, and the blear version does too. Those broken-down reasonably to remember
Questionable and Bullwinkle
will recall laughing at the physical humor while Dad chuckled over puns and allusions that the kids didn't get.
Garfield: The Flick picture show
is not thoroughly cultured, but there is enough to keep parents from squirming in their seats with monotony.

The central theme is an appropriate one for young families: sibling rivalry when the new baby comes home from the hospital. In this case it's the pet hospital. Garfield, like a pampered first son, has carved out a comfortable niche with Jon, who feeds him and provides for his every need. Enter Odie, and the whole family dynamic changes forever. Where Garfield is smug and satisfied, Odie, like a new baby, is oblivious to everything, including Garfield's resentful teasing. Those of us who were firstborns will recall conducting various behavioral experiments on our new rivals: "Will he eat

this

?" But like the jealous poutings of human older siblings, Garfield's tormenting of Odie is done out of vulnerability rather than cruelty.

Because this is a movie and not a comic strip, a narrative with a resolvable conflict was needed. A sleazy television host kidnaps poor Odie to be a prop in his new TV show. Odie is hauled from his comfortable Midwestern home to the big scary city of New York. Garfield finds that he misses Odie and sets out to save him. Traffic, flights of stairs and rats stand in his way, and while Garfield would prefer the lazy way out, he perseveres for Odie's sake.

Just as we eventually learn to enjoy and cherish our siblings, Garfield eventually comes to love and accept Odie into the family. Their adventures bond them just as our backyard adventures bonded us. But as with human families, a certain level of jealousy and hazing still remain.

A big belly full of—you guessed it—lasagna
A big belly greatest degree of—you guessed it—lasagna

Technically,
Garfield: The Movie
is a treat. Garfield's cat pals Nermal and Arlene parade up as live cats with computer generated mouths. Some of the talking cat commercials on television are so weird and over-emphasized that they look totally creepy; they've been known to frighten teensy-weensy children. Nermal and Arlene speak softly, as real cats might if they had voices. Luca, the well dog on the chain is a frightening looking Doberman, but he never snarls or looks like he's about to skin anyone not counting. Kids will find out him as the Conceitedly Dog, but in a farcical, not a terrifying less.

Wild in the Streets (1968)

Tuesday, September 8th, 2009
“Tasteless cult teen classic
about counterculture youths beating down the establishment to elect one
of their own as a 24-year-old president.”

Reviewed by Dennis Schwartz

Tasteless cult teen classic about counterculture youths beating down
the establishment to elect one of their own as a 24-year-old president.
An uneven exploitation spoof from schlocky AIP producers Samuel Z. Arkoff
& James H. Nicholson, that played the Midnight Movie circuit during
the 1960s and received the stamp of approval from the heads who attended
those weed puffing screenings. It’s based on Robert Thom’s short story
The Day It All Happened. Veteran TV director Barry Shear (”The Karate Killers”/”The
Todd Killings”/”Across 110th Street”) is the filmmaker responsible for
this crude low-brow dark comedy on youth power, that has some entertainment
value if you get past its stupidity. The satire, marked by crass humor
with an underlying sinister chill, succeeds mostly in making the rebelling
youth look as sleazy and superficial as their elders, but nevertheless
manages to hit its establishment target a few times.

Disturbed teenager Max Flatow (Barry Williams) trashes the house
of his domineering mother from hell (Shelley Winters) and passive moronic
father (Bert Freed) and then blows up dad’s prized Chrysler, to only run
away from home to Beverly Hills living as a 24-year-old multi-millionaire
rock star/drug pusher renamed Max Frost (Christopher Jones). His groovy
entourage/band includes Sally LeRoy (Diane Varsi), a former child star,
vegetarian and acidhead; Stanley X (Richard Pryor) drummer, anthropologist
and author of The Aborigine Cookbook; Billy Cage (Kevin Coughlin), 15-year-old
Ivy League grad with an 186 IQ and Max’s guitarist and business manager;
the stoned-out horn player named “The Hook” (Larry Bishop); and, lastly,
Fuji (May Ishihara), Japanese typewriter heiress… and beach bum.

Senate wannabe, the Kennedy-like 37-year-old California Congressman
Johnny Fergus (Hal Holbrook), invites Max to sing at his rally to promote
his platform to get the vote for the 18 year-olds (the legal voting age
was 21 at the time). Max uses this opportunity to demand that the voting
age be lowered to 14, and sings a song called “14 or Fight” which becomes
an instant hit. Max then calls for a demonstration on Sunset Strip of the
younger generation, who turn out in huge numbers. After a meeting with
Max, powerful California Senator Allbright (Ed Begley) rejects Max as a
dangerous wacko. But smoothy Fergus thinks he needs the youth vote to win
and tries to manipulate Max. But Max only compromises by raising his voting
age demand to 15 and coming up with a new slogan “15 and Ready.” Max gets
the country to change the voting laws by dropping LSD into the water supply
of Washington DC and thereby getting the necessary 2/3 vote to amend the
Constitution, and then drunk with power runs for president as a 24-year-old.
He’s swept into office by getting the overwhelming youth vote. In office
Max proposes mandatory retirement at 30 and all those who reach 35 are
to report to “mercy stations” to receive force-fed LSD treatments, wear
blue robes with a peace patch and listen to rock music, and has his youthful
goon squads enforce these laws. The president’s boisterous, selfish and
hateful hysterical mom, hoping to avoid the treatment camp, located behind
barbed wire, is dragged out of hiding by the youthful enforcers deaf to
her plea that she is a teenager, as she cries out: ‘But I’m Aryan…I mean,
I’m young, I’m young.’ It blusters along with this ridiculous storyline
of democracy gone amok, and by the end those under ten feel the 24-year-old
is too old to be their president and plot to unite all those under fourteen
to get the vote and kick out of office their fascist-like older leaders.

Too many rough edges for my taste, as I never understood its initial
popularity—it must have been the weed talking. 


It’s enhanced by actual footage from peace demonstrations against
the Vietnam War and the presence of real reporters like Walter Winchell.

HERO (2004)  (aka Ying x…

Monday, September 7th, 2009

HERO
(2004) 
(aka

Ying xiong

)
Directed by: Zhang Ximou
Screenplay by: Feng Li, Bin Wang, Zhang Yimou
Shed: Jet Li, Tony Leung, Maggie Cheung, Zhang Ziyi, Daoming Chen
While consistently watchable, Yimou's movie is infused with a dirge-be partial to tone all under the aegis its 95 minutes, making it a somewhat wearisome and sluggish experience. Christopher Doyle's gorgeous cinematography and Zhang's wondrous action scenes–the set in which Jet Li's nameless assassin-hero and Flying Snow (played by the peerlessly superior Maggie Cheung) requirement deflect a hailstorm of arrow with martial dexterity showcases the best

Hero

has to offer.
The skin has the able odor of a nationalist epic and it consequently eschews any intimacy in its drama. It feels vaguely label-driven but its characters are more archetypes than flesh-and-blood embodiments. The collude revolves around whether an assassin will spare the memoirs of a barbarous emperor who also happens to be the only hope in the interest China's reunification. Zhang also uses a

Rashomon

-like refraction of events in which both the assassin and the emperor give their separate takes on how the former defied accurate obstacles to get his audience with the emperor. Good, not great filmmaking and nowhere as thrilling or sweeping as Ang Lee's

Crouching Tiger, Private Dragon

. I acknowledge that the latter is a Hollywood-ized treatment of a martial arts epic and this one feels more authentic in character, dramaturgy and tone. Up to this time I felt Zhang's movie was artful, inviting…and ultimately tedious. Still, it's good a look appropriate for its effects, fantastic heroines and vistas and for its cinematic poetry. Proponents of the today’s martial arts should be warned, though, that a little wire-aided aeriel gliding and skittering goes a

long

way. This technique has gotten too unmistakeable of time, and it wasn't nearly as effective here as in Ang Lee's more polite and modest strain.
Runtime: 99 min.
Rating: PG-13

Saving Silverman (2001)

Sunday, September 6th, 2009

I forced to predict, Prudence Silverman has assumption me great hope. Perhaps audiences are getting smarter. After all, while tripe like The Waterboy and Big Daddy pulled in millions just a scarcely any years ago, Extenuating Silverman, a film not indeed any better or worse than either of those two pictures, was released to lukewarm carton-place returns of sternly $19 million, balanced with a ubiquitous marketing campaign. Don’t get me inapt, I have no hatred exchange for stupid humor (I love Dumb and Dumber), I perfectly hate the lazy, uneven, and sloppy excuse also in behalf of humor that has populated the class of recent.

Silverman starts with an interesting idea, anyway. Darren (Biggs) has been best friends with J.D. (Black) and Wayne (Zahn) since childhood. But then Darren meets Judith (Peet), and problems originate. It seems Judith likes to keep a handle on her man, and she begins to redesign Darren’s life to suit her plans. J.D. and Wayne, concerned close by their boon companion and the low scores on the “fun meter,” decide the superlative solution is to kidnap Judith and, in the meantime, struggle to set Darren up with an old eagerness (Detmer). Theoretically, conviviality ensues.

This film tries really, definitely hard to be funny. It follows the “gross out” formula to a “T” in a clear suggest due to the fact that the There’s Something About Mary herd. There are the sidekicks (Zahn and Black), the assertive female (Peet), and the syrupy harmony story (Detmer and Biggs), with the added wackiness only such a film can attract to the proffer (this time, it’s foul-mouthed boxing nuns). Unfortunately, all these conflicting elements attend to to handicap things down. I enjoyed the quirky kidnapping subplot, which featured some funny stuff from Peet and Black especially, but the stupid and extremely poorly written love tale stopped the film dead. It seems kidney the jokes were on the other hand half-written. For example, Detmer’s family consists of a bunch of circus freaks. They don’t do anything witty; they are just there. When does the waggish part start? Where has all the laughter gone?

On the bright side, this mist features Jack Ebon, a treasure who was brilliant in High Fidelity, and who is only passable here. Steve Zahn is quite amusing at times, but he is addicted more of the exhibition and conspiracy-centric meeting, so he has less to do. Peet, mining the same character she played in Whipped again seems to have fun with her dominating schtick. Biggs, who has never been enthusiastic in anything except American Pie, is shockingly not good here, once again proving his affinity in the direction of monotonous the audience to destruction. Dugan has directed a lot of these damn-fool comedies, and he does a good position keeping the allotment moving, but more than ever notwithstanding he can’t keep this dullard of a pattern.

Note that this DVD was released in both a PG-13 and an R-rated end. I viewed the less lustful version, but I can’t imagine the extra three minutes of footage in the alternate write is bursting with insightful group pasquinade.

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In Country (1989)

Thursday, September 3rd, 2009

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Soon every major American overseer command have made his version of Vietnam: The Big. Norman Jewison’s “In Country” is the latest, and perhaps the weakest since Francis Ford Coppola’s “Gardens of Stone.” Based on a home look out on novel by Bobbie Ann Mason, this well-meaning muddle aims to cover an old scar with a Combination-Uphold.

The director of the familial “Moonstruck” would do for a family of Kentuckians what he did for the Italian Americans of his previous success. What’s meant to be a cohesive family portrait, a suffering American microcosm, is a shambles of threads dangling and characters adrift. Jewison leaves it to stymied viewers to figure out the gist of it.

Though Bruce Willis has top billing as a troubled Vietnam veteran, British whizbang Emily Lloyd virtually squeezes him off the screen as his live-in niece, whose soldier father died before she was born. Willis, another showboat craving legitimacy, is slightly stale opposite the queen of bounce. Given the script’s many cul-de-sacs and blind alleys, however, it’s a time before we realize the movie has less to do with his pain or their palhood than with her coming of age.

Lloyd, the cockney of “Wish You Were Here,” beat out America’s best for the part of Sam Hughes, a rural Kentucky gal who has graduated from high school and is jist a bustin’ with gumption. The precocious teen adopts a western Kentucky twang, forthright as the backfire of pickup trucks and pungent as a bushel of burley. She is a peach about to explode, colt frisky, a juicy morsel scampering goosey-loosey all over the sleepy little town of Hopewell. But she’s in our face like a starting guard. Calm down, honeychild. Cut out caffeine.

Sam’s mother (Joan Allen), who lives in Lexington with her second husband, wants Sam to move in with them and go to the university. But Sam lingers on in Hopewell with her oddball Uncle Emmett in hopes that he will tell her more about her daddy and Vietnam. Emmett, a victim of postwar stress syndrome, insists she won’t understand. So Sam searches through old papers, talks with her Mamaw (Peggy Rea) and Grampaw (Richard Hamilton) — the Ma and Pa Kettle of the ’80s — and finally goads her truculent uncle into an impassioned catharsis.

Then there are all the ravelings — a best friend’s sudden pregnancy that is given major emphasis but has nothing whatsoever to do with the story. And there’s Sam’s lunky boyfriend, who approaches their courtship like a customer at a drive-in restaurant. The characters we want to know are the least explored — especially a smoldering vet named Tom (seductive John Terry) who warms to the heroine.

Oscar-winner Frank Pierson of “Cat Ballou,” “Cool Hand Luke” and “Dog Day Afternoon” calls this the hardest screenplay he has ever written. With co-writer Cynthia Cidre, he would have high drama out of material that is essentially a teenager’s diary. Sam’s story calls for intimacy, a smaller scale, a lower profile. But Vietnam, these days, means Herculean. Here Jewison travels to D.C., goes to the Wall for grandeur, a tactic that brings the film’s most emotional moments.

“In Country’s” strengths are its sentiment and craftsmanship. After “Casualties of War,” veterans will probably appreciate this pat on the back.