Saturday, December 31, 2016

Silence: Martin Scorsese


Aw crap...it's 57 minutes to New Year's and I just realized I haven't finished doing my reviews for the year. All that's left is Martin Scorsese's Silence: a fantastic film that threatened the stability of my end of the year top 11 list. So what can I say that wasn't already summed up perfectly in my buddy Steve's review...well, for starters, I think that Adam Driver was better cast in his role than Andrew Garfield. Garfield does a great job, but he doesn't disappear into his role the way Drive does. I think Garfield's too pretty. Of course, his prettiness may have been a point, seeing as his character was a fresh-faced young priest. But I dunno. I liked how they gave a new translation to the scene where the fumi-e spoke. And I also liked how they did that scene in general. I don't really have anything else to say right now that I haven't said on twitter or by proxy via Steve. So...Happy New Year, I guess!

8/10

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Into the Inferno: Werner Herzog


I want more films of Werner Herzog and his friend and volcanologist Clive Oppenheimer. Apparently they met on the set of Encounters at the End of the World (2007) and have been friends ever since. In Into the Volcano, Herzog's new documentary on volcanoes and their relationships with local indigenous populations, Oppenheimer basically becomes a travel channel host. They make a great team: Clive more outgoing and in-front of the camera, Herzog more reticent and detached and behind the camera. It’s fascinating to see how the film gets taken over by diversions as they trot all over the globe. One prolonged sequence sees them hunting for fossils of ancient hominids in an African desert. Another sequence where they visit Paektu Mountain becomes a kind of travelogue on North Korea. The film isn't essential Werner Herzog; if anything his observations about the insignificance of man in the face of nature are becoming old-hat. But the beautiful cinematography and Oppenheimer's enthusiastic charisma makes it compulsively watchable.

7/10

Monday, December 26, 2016

Yoga Hosers: Kevin Smith


*sigh*

Okay...there were parts of Kevin Smith's Yoga Hosers that I liked. First off, Lily-Rose Depp and Harley Quinn Smith really surprised me with how good they were (the problem, of course, was that they played poorly written roles). Some of the humor hit home, particularly the ingenious name of the convenience store where the film takes place: Eh-2-Zed. And all the scenes where the girls fought off the Bratzis were legitimately exciting, silly, and entertaining. But man, this movie blows. It's like a Canadian minstrel show; I was so embarrassed by it that I texted all my Canadian friends and apologized it. The script seemed to have been deliberately written so as to inject as many "eh's" and "aboot's" as possible. It's just all so...forced and...unnecessary. There were times when the film was almost physically painful. And most of those times involved Guy LaPointe (Johnny Depp).

4/10

Thursday, December 22, 2016

Center Stage: Stanley Kwan


Many of my thoughts on Stanley Kwan's Center Stage can be found in the below article. But in short, I think that Kwan's meta-cinematic experimentations kept the film from establishing a genuine emotional connection between his subject and the audience. Still great, though.

http://moviemezzanine.com/center-stage-jackie-essay/?utm_content=buffer1c378&utm_medium=social&utm_source=twitter.com&utm_campaign=buffer

8/10

The Hawaiians: Tom Gries


To read this review, go to: http://theretroset.com/the-hawaiians/.

6/10

Wiener-Dog: Todd Solondz


Todd Solondz's Wiener-Dog is everything Kenneth Lonergan's Manchester by the Sea should have been: a devastating rumination on tragedy, heart-break, grief, and the randomness of an uncaring universe. But whereas Lonergan's film takes itself so seriously it almost becomes hilarious, Solondz realizes that his film and the points it's trying to make are preposterous and pretentious. So he leavens his film with some of the best pitch-black humor I've seen in recent cinema. But that doesn't stop the film from being absolutely, positively soul-crushing. There's a scene where a junkie tells his brother with Down syndrome that their father died that might be the saddest cinematic moment of 2016. The second saddest? A scene where an ex-junkie granddaughter asks her estranged grandmother for money to help support a clearly unfaithful, possibly abusive artist boyfriend.

8/10

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Julieta: Pedro Almodóvar


To read this review, go to: http://theyoungfolks.com/review/movie-review-julieta/93477.

8/10

Monday, December 19, 2016

The Greasy Strangler: Jim Hosking


There wasn’t a moment in Jim Hosking’s The Greasy Stranger where I didn’t feel grossed out, uncomfortable, or nauseated. All of which, of course, was the point. The Greasy Strangler is like if Wes Anderson made a Troma film. Too bad it isn’t paced like an Anderson film. For all its lusty grossness and perversion, the film is done in in large part by its insufferable pacing. I remembering pausing the movie, thinking that it was almost over. Turns out, I was only about 30 minutes through its 90+ minute run-time. But I can't hate the film. Rarely do you see a film so exemplify a director's obvious vision. There's not a shot in the film that doesn't cohere to Hosking's artistic intentions. And there's something laudable about that. Too bad it couldn't be a better film.

5/10

Moana: Ron Clements, John Musker


Ron Clements and John Musker's Moana is about as good the current Disney princess formula can probably get. It's still blandly formulaic: a young princess (who isn't thrilled about being a princess, she's a regular person, thank you very much!) goes on a magical quest of self-determination where she must do battle with terrible, singing villains alongside wacky sidekicks. But here's the thing: Moana is quite possibly the most likeable Disney princess in years. The music is certainly the best that's appeared in any Disney film since the 90s Renaissance. The comedic relief (for the most part) works. The art is gorgeous and striking. But there's still almost no attention paid to atmosphere and tone. It feels like a string of plot points with all the connective tissue sliced out. I know that the folks at Disney and Pixar are huge Studio Ghibli fans. I wish they tried to emulate their work more. I'm not saying they can't make musicals about princesses. But the story has turned stale. They need something new.

8/10

Selma: Ava DuVernay


Ava DuVernay's Selma is one of the most un-Oscar Baity pieces of "Oscar Bait" I've ever seen. It's too smart, too meticulous, too subtle to be proper Oscar Bait. Condensing the story of Martin Luther King Jr. into his struggles to organize the 1965 Selma to Montgomery voting rights marches, Selma is a stunning tale of faith, organized resistance, and political acumen. It's fascinating to see how MLK wouldn't have been able to do anything without a free and impartial press paying attention to his provocations. Also: I loved how DuVernay treated the scenes where MLK's wife confronted him about potential infidelities. I want to teach the one scene where she plays the FBI tape to him as an example of how to visually create dominance. I have a hard time believing this was DuVernay's 4th film. It works with the assured genius of a master's 40th.

9/10

Saturday, December 17, 2016

Always: Steven Spielberg


To read this, go to: http://www.audienceseverywhere.net/netflix-hidden-gem-89-always/.

7/10

Kill Ratio: Paul Tanter


To read this review, go here: http://www.audienceseverywhere.net/movie-review-kill-ratio/.

3/10

Rogue One: Gareth Edwards







8/10

La La Land: Damien Chazelle


Oh La La Land...I think you may have been grown in a lab just for me! A modern updating of classic Hollywood musicals? Directed by Damien Chazelle? Sign me up! And yes, the film is quite good. I love how it tempers the unflinching optimism of 40s and 50s musicals with millennial concerns about employment, success, and failure. I love how the film didn't cheat with its ending; it was brave enough to not surrender to contrived sappiness. But here's the thing: it's not perfect. While Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone have great chemistry, I didn't like their singing or dancing. I've heard some critics say that Chazelle deliberately made their singing and dancing sub-par so it would highlight their awkwardness. You know what movie didn't have to rely on sub-par singing and dancing to do the same thing? Mark Sandrich's Top Hat (1935). Go watch the Isn't This a Lovely Day (to be Caught in the Rain) to see what I mean. Also...and I hate to say this...some of the music just isn't very good. The first two numbers in particular were outright forgettable, although the first is saved by some truly astonishing choreography.

8/10

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

A Month in the Country: Pat O'Connor


To read this review, go to: http://theretroset.com/twilight-time-in-the-french-style/?utm_campaign=coschedule&utm_source=twitter&utm_medium=the_retro_set&utm_content=Twilight%20Time%20Double%20Feature:%20Hood%27s%20European%20Vacation.

7/10

In the French Style: Robert Parrish


To read this review, go to: http://theretroset.com/twilight-time-in-the-french-style/?utm_campaign=coschedule&utm_source=twitter&utm_medium=the_retro_set&utm_content=Twilight%20Time%20Double%20Feature:%20Hood%27s%20European%20Vacation.

5/10

SiREN: Gregg Bishop


To read this review, go to: http://theyoungfolks.com/review/movie-review-siren/92820.

6/10

Run the Tide: Soham Mehta


To read this review, go to: http://www.audienceseverywhere.net/movie-review-run-the-tide/.

5/10

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Everybody Wants Some!!: Richard Linklater


Like many of Richard Linklater's films, Everybody Wants Some!! hides some of the gentlest existential questing in American cinema veiled behind a sheen of performative masculinity. tl;dr -- it turns out the jocks who called me f****t in high school have deep thoughts about life, too. That's less of a joke than you might think. The characters in the film are by and large unapologetically douchey jocks who treat their social cruelties as expected, acceptable joshing. I know a lot of people don't think it's a big deal, but it all makes me all the more thankful that I didn't go to college with these bozos. Still, it's a warm film both unexpectedly funny and even occasionally sweet. Zoey Deutch blew me away; I hope she has a fantastic career ahead of her. Oh, and the soundtrack rocks, too. But you didn't need me to tell you that.

7/10

Jackie: Pablo Larraín


Pablo Larraín's Jackie is a film about America that could only have been made by a non-American. For all our bluster about being a democracy, Larraín understands that every four years we elect our royalty. And few members of our royalty were as beloved as the Kennedy's. Larraín delights in the pomp and formality of the tiniest details of the presidency, everything from the outfits to the titles to the Marines who line the hallways leading to the room where JFK had his autopsy. Jackie is an absolutely devastating portrait of grief, resilience, and the search for meaning in a period of loss. It's a triumph of historical reconstruction, costuming, and set design. Natalie Portman is nothing short of a revelation as the titular character: she assumes the historical figures verbally tics as astonishingly as Philip Seymour Hoffman as Truman Capote in Bennett Miller's Capote. One can only watch in awe. It took me awhile to figure out what she was doing opposite Theodore H. White (Billy Crudup) in their interview scenes. That's when I figured it out: she desperately wanted White to say the wrong thing so she could jump on him and devour him, thereby giving her some emotional relief. Incredibly, White never took the bait.

9/10

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

A Perfect World: Clint Eastwood


Here's what you need to know about Clint Eastwood's A Perfect World: everything after the scene where Kevin Costner gets shot in the belly drags interminably. The film also comfortably checks off a lot of entries off the melodramatic checklist you’d expect from a Hollywood treatment of this material. But in the spaces between those beats is a movie as rich and true and honest as anything to come out of Hollywood in its era. Some of my favorite scenes: Costner assuring the boy that he's got a "perfectly fine size for his age"; the cornfield killing; Costner giving the boy his first "roller coaster" ride; and my favorite--Costner, the boy, and a certain mother and daughter waltzing to an old record. These were all scenes that made me thrilled to be alive and watching a great piece of filmmaking. There's just enough of the meandering 90s indie spirit in it to keep it from becoming bloated and trite.

8/10

Tree Man: Jon Reiner, Brad Rothschild


To read this review, go to: http://www.audienceseverywhere.net/movie-review-tree-man/.

6/10

The Wailing: Na Hong-jin


I liked Na Hong-jin's The Wailing despite not understanding a damn thing that happened in the third act. So...was the oni Jesus? Was that woman in white a good spirit? If the old man was evil, why did the film treat him like an innocent for much of the second act, including the scene where he hides down the side of a cliff? I get the feeling that all of these questions and more are probably answered within The Wailing, but you can only get at them after re-watching the film several times. But I also appreciated The Wailing as an emotional, aesthetic experience. It's so beautiful, so lyrical: the perpetually rainy woods is one of my favorite settings, after all. It's also a masterwork of tone: it amps up the creepiness and discomfort like a symphony. Maybe I'll revisit this film one day. But I don't know. One viewing was emotionally catastrophic enough.

7/10

Pete's Dragon: David Lowery


Ya know, for a soulless, corporate Hollywood super-production, David Lowery's Pete’s Dragon sure doesn’t feel like a soulless, corporate Hollywood super-production. It looks, feels, and sounds like a low-budget indie film. If not for the ginormous CGI dragon, it could easily be mistaken for such. Sadly whatever indie roots it might claim are quickly shoved aside for a humdrum environmental message featuring a humdrum evil land developer who wants to capture/kill the dragon. It made me long for the introspective storytelling and plotting of Spike Jonze's Where the Wild Things Are. But the ending still made my throat swell up and my eyes moisten. The story may be contrived, but it's still a good film. Between the two 2016 Disney remakes featuring little boys in even littler pants, I still prefer Jon Favreau's The Jungle Book (2016). But I think that mostly comes from the fact that Favreau had richer source material to draw from: one of the greatest works by one of the greatest writers in the history of the English language.

7/10

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Green Snake: Tsui Hark


I don't really have a proper review for Tsui Hark's Green Snake, merely a succession of impressions.

--Green Snake is like falling down an endless flight of stairs while Maggie Cheung pelts you with bricks.
--Green Snake is like a 5-film franchise edited down to just the lively bits.
--Green Snake is like getting a glimpse into an alternate reality where filmmaking developed different timing, pacing, and editing norms.

I'm pretty sure the copy of the film I saw had some scenes edited out: there were multiple times when the film would cut to a different shot for a millisecond before cutting to something completely different. But even if the plot was presented entirely as Hark had intended, I still think it would be better appreciated as a kinetic experience than a narrative one. It's an exhausting, bruising sit. But definitely worth it.

7/10

Hell or High Water: David Mackenzie


David Mackenzie's Hell or High Water may be a neo-Western, but in its own way it is just as politically relevant and important as nearly anything else that was released in 2016. Only Andrea Arnold's American Honey took such a penetrating glance into rural, white American poverty. Yet Mackenzie resists the temptation to romanticize the poverty featured in his film. It's a remarkable achievement which, along with Jim Jarmusch's Paterson, represents everything American cinema should be moving towards. Jeff Bridges and Chris Pine are pitch-perfect in their roles. But what really wowed me was the screenwriting. There are so many quotable, memorable moments which I'm sure will monopolize my brain for weeks to come: "Hey, Mr. Banker!"; "What don't you want?"; "Let it burn...they have to take care of themselves now"; "I'm the Lord of the Plains"; the final conversation on the porch. In terms of pure screenwriting, it is a colossus. But as a film, it's one of the most moving and effective of the year. It's certainly the best non-Tarantino Western in quite some time.

9/10

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Tickled: David Farrier, Dylan Reeve


David Farrier and Dylan Reeve's Tickled is a perfect confluence of documentary technique, interested subject, expert reporting, and chance capturing of extraordinary bullshit. Usually, documentaries are lucky to have one of these four things. Watching Tickled was like watching a slow-motion train-wreck as a supposedly benign puff piece evolves into an authentic international conspiracy. And over what? Videos of men getting tickled. It's impossible to watch Tickled without being morbidly curious, disgusted, and enraged. It's an extraordinary piece of filmmaking. Don't miss it. Sorry...don't really have anything else to say about it right now.

9/10

Arrival: Denis Villeneuve


The following is an abrupt excerpt of my review of the film for my church's newsletter.

Nobody knows what the Heptapods want when they first arrive on earth. Twelve of their egg-shaped vessels hover all over the planet, scattered in a seemingly random pattern. Once every 18 hours the bottoms of their ships open, allowing outsiders access inside so they can meet with them through an impenetrable force field. The handful of scientists and soldiers who ascend into the ship positioned above Montana all have different agendas. US Army Colonel Weber (Forest Whitaker) wants to determine if they’re invaders or conquerors. Theoretical physicist Ian Donnelly (Jeremy Renner) wants to exchange technologies and sciences. But all linguist Louise Banks (Amy Adams) wants is to communicate with them. She knows more than perhaps any other human being about languages and how cultures communicate with each other. Slowly throughout the course of Denis Villeneuve’s Arrival she decodes their bizarre written language, a bizarre series of asymmetrical circles with no beginning or end. Each line, dash, and swirl of the circle completely alters the phrase’s meaning. To understand their language, Banks must literally learn how to think like the Heptapods. And in learning to think like the Heptapods, her life—indeed, all of humanity—is irrevocably changed.
 
Arrival couldn't have come at a better time. Our politics have never been more divisive. Our rhetoric has never been more hateful. Our willingness to listen to and love our neighbor has atrophied to a near gangrenous rot. Yet Villeneuve’s new film claims that the only thing that can truly transform humanity is the simple power of empathy. It’s difficult to go too deeply into the plot of Arrival without revealing ruinous spoilers. What’s worse, unlike most films, how its story is told is just as important as its story itself. So I must tread carefully. Essentially, Arrival explores the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis, a theory which claims that a language’s structure affects how its speakers interpret and interact with the world. Fairly early on Banks discovers that the Heptapod’s language is non-linear, meaning that their species interprets time completely differently than humans. Whereas humans experience time in a straight line, Heptapods experience the past, present, and future all at the same time. So how do you ask questions of such a species? Can questions even exist for Heptapods since questions assume a state of not-knowing? What need does a species have for inquiry if the answers to all questions are already known?

Yet Banks and her team spend weeks carefully studying the aliens and attempting to communicate with them. But their work gets interrupted when all twelve spaceships transmit a simultaneous message: “Offer Weapon.” Banks insists that their word for “Weapon” might be the same as “Tool” and they may be trying to initiate trade, but the message has spooked the various world governments to a point of mass hysteria. As international cooperation disintegrates as armies all over the world mobilize for a pre-emptive strike, Banks starts receiving odd visions. It would seem that learning the Heptapod’s language has literally begun to rewrite her neural pathways. For the first time, she understands what she needs to do to save the future of both of their species.

The metaphor isn’t hard to miss: by taking the time understand our neighbors, we transform ourselves.

8/10

Dersu Uzala: Akira Kurosawa


[Revisit Review]

The first time I saw Akira Kurosawa's Dersu Uzala, I thought it was achingly beautiful and moving but somewhat stagnant. Having re-watched it, I now feel re-affirmed on both points. There are moments of exquisite, heart-aching beauty (the long shot of the sun and the moon), but the film begins to bloat under its non-existent structure while the rigid mise-en-scène deflates any sense of momentum. I admire how Kurosawa almost completely eschewed close-ups in favor of long shots that emphasized men as features of a larger environment. But it did little to make it a captivating experience. The charms of Dersu Uzala are almost completely cerebral.

7/10

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Mifune: The Last Samurai: Steven Okazaki


Steven Okazaki's Mifune: The Last Samurai is a perfectly serviceable documentary on the great Japanese actor Toshirô Mifune that doesn't feature any information or insights that couldn't be gained from scanning the man's Wikipedia page. Though the film does lip service to Mifune's work outside his collaborations with Akira Kurosawa, Okazaki is interested first and foremost on the 16 films they made together. And of these, the historical dramas and chanbara take startling precedence. Three of their greatest films--Stray Dog (1949), I Live in Fear (1955), and High and Low (1963)--get, at best, an individual frame in an extended montage (come to think of it, I don't think I Live in Fear even gets that). In my opinion, the only crime they could be convicted of was featuring Mifune in a role where he didn't have to carry a sword. Okazaki tries to pigeon-hole Mifune within his samurai image--hence the title. But Mifune was so much more. He worked in all kinds of genres. Okazaki is trying to force a short-sighted hagiography that, in my opinion, only serves to truncate any possible appreciation of the man's talent and impact. Still...I like Okazaki's use of orange subtitles and his straight-to-the-point intertitles that introduced the major films he focused on. It gave the film a distinctive personal touch I find lacking in even the best documentaries these days. Three more quick complaints. First, where was the mention of Mifune's Christianity? Did that not fit Okazaki's narrative? Second, why Keanu Reeves as a narrator? He was needlessly monotone and disaffected. Third, why gloss over the fact that Kurosawa and Mifune's relationship became combative and strained in their twilight years, not just distant?

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I actually recycled much of this mini review into a formal review on the movie. You can read it here: theyoungfolks.com/review/movie-review-mifune-the-last-samurai/92395.

5/10

Friday, November 25, 2016

Boyhood: Richard Linklater


8/10

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

National Bird: Sonia Kennebeck


To read this review, go to: http://www.audienceseverywhere.net/national-bird-views-drone-program-whistleblowers-perspective/.

8/10

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Assassination Classroom: Graduation: Eiichirō Hasumi


Well...this was absolutely boring. Remember all the fun, zany humor and comic-book/manga insanity of the first Assassination Classroom movie? The stuff that made us look past the preposterous plot, non-existent world-building, and plain mediocrity to actually enjoy the film? None of it's here. Eiichirō Hasumi's Assassination Classroom: Graduation is like a two-hour compilation of all the boring parts from the first movie: 20-30 minute flashbacks, predictable character developments, and an ending which really betrays the transgressive roots of the series' premise--the brutality of Japan's educational system juxtaposed with the brutality of learning how to become assassins. There was room for real satire here. But the film plays it safe with an overwrought, feel-good conclusion that's only somewhat tempered by the fact that Koro-sensei actually dies in the end.

4/10

Monday, November 21, 2016

Film Hawk: JJ Garvine, Tai Parquet


So, how have I never heard of Bob Hawk before? And how has he gone so unnoticed that not only does he have no Wikipedia page, but his top listing on his scanty IMDb page is for “Thanks” on Kevin Smith’s film Chasing Amy (1997)? On the one hand, JJ Garvine and Tai Parquet’s documentary Film Hawk completely achieves its goal in informing audiences not only about Bob Hawk and his extraordinary life, but in making them angry that he has gone so unrecognized. But on the other hand, the film feels curiously underwhelming. There’s almost no footage from the movies he helped get off the ground. Somehow, that doesn’t feel right. Also, it turns out that his demanding preacher father wholeheartedly embraced his son's homosexuality...in the 50s!! How do you relegate that to a post-script text crawl?

6/10

Doctor Strange: Scott Derrickson


I am so tired of watching the same Marvel movies over and over and over again with a fresh coat of paint. Yes, Scott Derrickson's Doctor Strange had some interesting visuals and a surprisingly effective lead performance by Benedict Cumberbatch. But it hit all the same story beats as all the other Marvel origin movies. Doctor Strange was basically Tony Stark/Peter Quill--a snarky, low-key misogynist who quips and mugs his way through tense situations. You could practically see where the studio mandated humor and action set-pieces were crammed in. To be fair, I might be being a bit harsh. After all, before I saw the film I shot-gunned Akira Kurosawa's Rashomon (1950) and Throne of Blood (1957). Seeing Doctor Strange after that was sort of like attending an elementary school recorder recital after seeing The Marriage of Figaro. The wee ones mean well, but, you know...

5/10

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Cheer Up: Christy Garland


To read this review, go to: https://unseenfilms.blogspot.com/2016/11/nathanael-hood-ponders-whether-we.html.

3/10

The Lure: Tomas Leach


To read this review, go to: https://unseenfilms.blogspot.com/2016/11/nathanael-hood-is-hooked-by-lure-2016.html.

8/10

The Road: Zhang Zanbo


To read this review, go to: https://unseenfilms.blogspot.com/2016/11/nathanael-hood-travels-down-road-2016.html.

6/10

Sacred: Thomas Lennon


To read this review, go to: https://unseenfilms.blogspot.com/2016/11/nathanael-hood-ponders-what-is-sacred.html.

6/10

Assassination Classroom: Eiichirō Hasumi


Eiichirō Hasumi's Assassination Classroom may not be very good, but it's pretty damn entertaining. My big problems isn't with the set-up--a demon-like tentacle beast threatens to blow up the planet if a classroom of Japanese middle-schoolers can't kill him and oh by the way he happens to be their teacher, too--but with the world-building. If he blew up the moon, why hasn't Japan been ruined by monstrous tsunamis? It's said that he can move at Mach 20. If that's the case, why doesn't he cause catastrophic sonic booms whenever he does so? I know that it's based off a manga and applying science to manga is sorta like applying science to Silver Age Comic Books, but it still ruined my suspension of disbelief. I do think the film should be studied alongside Kill la Kill and Battle Royale (2000): why does so much modern Japanese media revolve around teenagers killing each other? Japanese high school must be more traumatic than any of us thought.

6/10

Versus: The Life and Films of Ken Loach: Louise Osmond


There's nothing particularly bad about Louise Osmond's Versus: The Life and Films of Ken Loach. It just doesn't feel that substantial. You know what it does feel like? A Blu-ray extra on the forthcoming release of I, Daniel Blake (2016). It covers his entire career, from his beginnings as a hired hand working at the BBC to a political troublemaker in British cinema to one of the most revered directors in the world. I'll say this: it made me realize how full of BS my review of I, Daniel Blake was. In it, I said that the film was Loach's most overtly political; he had never been that angry before, never that concentrated towards any governing organization. How very, very wrong I was. If anything, Versus has inspired me to go and seek out more of Loach's filmography. So it isn't a complete loss. It just doesn't feel like it has anything truly original to say about Loach or his work.

6/10

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Hallelujah, I'm a Bum: Lewis Milestone


Lewis Milestone's Hallelujah, I'm a Bum is best regarded and remembered as a historical oddity. Made right in the middle of the Great Depression, it's an anti-capitalist musical about bums who rejoice at the chance to live in desperate poverty. It features silent comedian Harry Langdon as a friggin' Communist agitator. There are several bizarre stylistic choices, such as the Sprechstimme delivery of many of the songs, a disjointed montage sequence of a bunch of children's faces singing a patriotic song, and a truly stunning tracking shot through a bank which reveals the depth of American economic inequality. The film's sheer weirdness helps it stay afloat despite its many flaws, such as an uneven plot progression--the central romance doesn't start until about halfway through the run-time--and a truly eye-rolling amnesia subplot involving the protagonist's girlfriend. It's definitely worth a watch and I'm glad that I saw it. But I'm not sure I would name it one of the 100 greatest American movies of all time. I'm looking at you, Jonathan Rosenbaum.

7/10

Saturday, November 12, 2016

The Postman Always Rings Twice: Tay Garnett


[Revisit Review]

Wow...talk about a difference in quality between a source novel and its cinematic adaptation. Earlier today I finished James M. Cain's novel The Postman Always Rings Twice. Then I rewatched the Tay Garnett version. It doesn't do the book justice. The book is a marvel of calculated simplicity--there's not a word out of place anywhere. It's lean, mean, and utterly without pretension. Garnett's film takes the trappings of Cain's story and stretches it over a romantic melodrama mold. I could never believe that the two characters played by John Garfield and Lana Turner could possess the ruthlessness to kill. Turner herself gives a curiously sub-par performance: I counted three times when her character responded with a throaty, community-theater "Ha!" when confronted with unpleasant news. The film also feels overlong, Garnett doing a rather poor job balancing all of Cain's plot developments which take only one or two pages in the book but drag on for 4-5 minutes of run-time.

4/10

Friday, November 11, 2016

The Shallows: Jaume Collet-Serra


Jaume Collet-Serra's The Shallows is a perfect piece of pulp fluff. There's not much more to it than an excuse to put Blake Lively in a bikini for 90 minutes: the whole shark attack shtick has been done to death by Steven Spielberg and his imitators. There are some interesting shots of people disappearing behind the swells of waves only for them to vanish. But for the most part it brings almost nothing new to the table in terms of suspense. But Lively is exceptional: she delivers what essentially boils down to a one-woman performance. To her credit, we never get tired of her character. I did enjoy the scenes of her character rationalizing and treating her injuries with the detached air of a practicing physician. And though the whole idea of her mom inspiring her to live was a bit trite, I don't think it harmed the film any. Overall, it's a fun popcorn flick. It doesn't have much more than that going for it, but it doesn't really need to. It gets the job done well enough.

7/10

Thursday, November 10, 2016

The Ballad of Fred Hersch: Charlotte Lagarde, Carrie Lozano


To read this review, go to: https://unseenfilms.blogspot.com/2016/11/nathanael-hood-on-ballad-of-fred-hersch.html.

7/10

The Beekeeper and His Son: Diedie Weng


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7/10

The Pulitzer at 100: Kirk Simon


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7/10

Sausage Party: Conrad Vernon, Greg Tiernan


Okay, okay...so Conrad Vernon and Greg Tiernan's Sausage Party wasn't the monstrosity of puerile humor and antics I feared it would be. I mean, it's still puerile and stupid. But there was definitely a point behind it all. My problem is that it didn't seem to really follow through with that point. What point could that be? Religion. The whole film can be seen as a metaphor for Atheism and how living in the moment for yourself is ultimately more fulfilling than living a life of blind bondage for some unknowable higher power. But beyond merely riffing on the topic of religion, I feel like it never actually did anything with it. The Fourth Wall-breaking final scene didn't help, either. It chickened out from forcing itself to fully face and reconcile its religious metaphors: how is one supposed to live after all the Dionysian debauchery ends and you're faced with the reality of death? The film says there is nothing else one can aspire to. That just feels hollow and ultimately unsatisfying. But to be fair, I wasn't expecting such philosophical thoughts coming from a movie about hot dogs having literal sex with big-bosomed hot dog buns. So it gets points for that.

6/10

The Windmill: Nick Jongerius


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5/10

Killbillies: Tomaz Gorkic


To read this review, go to: http://www.audienceseverywhere.net/killbillies/.

2/10