Black Balloon

Another film that I saw coming attractions for (from the DVD of Captain Abu Raed), and interloaned. A family moves to a new neighborhood; the father is in the armed forces, his wife is heavily pregnant, and they have two grown sons: Charlie, who is autistic, and Thomas, 15, who is charged with caring for his older brother. There is some excellent acting, especially, I thought, by Luke Ford, who plays Charlie. Autism is shown is its different parts: Charlie's behavior, its effects in his family, the ignorance of others. Quite well done, though the ending was a bit weak.

Roosevelt's secret war

After reading Jack 1939, I picked this one up: interesting, detailed. Stopped at p. 360

An unfinished life

Dallek, Robert. (2003). An unfinished life: John F. Kennedy, 1917-1963 Boston, Mass.: Little, Brown and Co.

After reading Jack 1939, I picked this one up: I know the name of Robert Dallek, a historian. I realized that I have, perhaps, probably, never read a biography of JFK. Read to p.222, the mid-1950s. My overall impressions are that the Kennedys were dirty, rotten scoundrels; that JFK was an opportunist, a right-winger out of convenience and some conviction; that he could never have gotten away with all the lying about his health that he engaged in; that he reluctantly embraced liberal ideas; and that he was one very lucky man, to have become the idol and liberal icon that he did become. Well written book, though a little too favorable, I thought.

Captain Abu Raed

I saw coming attractions for this film when I watched Hedgehog, and took it out. I did not know quite what to expect, and I was impressed by the film. It's a great little story: a janitor in  Queen Alia International Airport in Amman finds a captain's hat, takes it home, is seen wearing it by a kid who, in turn, asks him to tell him stories about his travels; at first he refuses, but is worn down by a gaggle of kids who insist on hearing his stories; he fabricates them from pieces of knowledge he has, and in the process fascinates them and himself; one other kid, Murad, is a skeptic, and deliberately breaks the spell the Captain has woven by showing three of his admirers that he is not an airliner pilot but a janitor; that boy is abused by his drunken father, who also physically abuses his wife; the Captain liberates the family form the drunkard's abuse with the help of Nour, a thirtyish female pilot who is being pressured by her father to marry, who befriends him, and, in turn, looks to him for company and guidance.

One technique that I liked was that, in scenes that build to an apotheosis, the actual act is not shown, but implied. Such a scene is when the drunkard father is going to teach his son Murad a lesson by burning his hand, the actual burning is not shown; the scene builds up with such tension that it is unnecessary to show the act itself. Hollywood does not do that; it would have shown the burning in excruciating detail.

Excellent film.

Norman Granz

Hershorn, Tad. (2011). Norman Granz : the man who used jazz for justice. Berkeley : University of California Press.

 When I saw it, I had to take, even though, at the time, I had four or five other books. A couple of years ago I saw a CUNY grant available for writers of biography. Daydreaming, I wondered whom I might write about, and Granz came around: I could not fin done bio written about him. Interesting man, interesting book. After starting to write La Roja en verde, and the arrival of Hurricane Sandy, things changed. Worth going back to; stopped at p.122

Mentioned in book: Nat King Cole

Sleepy Lagoon case - connected to Zoot suit riots

 David Stone Martin - influenced by the line art of Ben Shahn;drew covers for Granz


 Joe Turner sang in Duke Ellington's Jump for Joy in LA, 1941 (34)

Marie Bryant: sang with Duke; had relationship with Granz

p.46: Prez's only recordings without drums, first in a trio 

T-Bone Walker (51)

Gjon Mili (65) - Jammin' the Blues

 

Flight

NY Times review- NYT Critics' Pick

Interview: John Gatins on wrestling his demons to write 'Flight'

How Does Denzel Washington Take Off?

Robert Zemeckis Returns to Live Action Movies With ‘Flight’

Taco USA

Interesting. Stopped on page 49

Swell

(2012). Swell ; A year of waves. by Evan Slater ; photos edited by Peter Taras ; [maps by Tina Zellmer]. San Francisco : Chronicle Books.

Hedgehog

Based on the book, Elegance of the hedgehog, by Muriel Barbery; translated by Alison Anderson. It well captures the essence of the book, even while necessarily trimming detail. Renée Michel is the concierge at a luxury apartment building in Paris who hides herself and her interests behind the appearance of the stereotype all tenants expect. Paloma Josse is the precoscious 11 year old daughter of a government minister and his hooked-on-psychoanalysis wife; she has decided to kill hersel fon her 12th birthday, in 165 days, to spare herself the absurdity of living an empty meaningless life.

When a tenant dies, the estate agent brings around a new tenant, a Japanese man who immediately is impressed with the concierge. "Did you know," he asks the concierge, the family that has left? The agent chimes in "they were very nice, very happy."

"All happy families are the same," Renée says, automatically, not thinking about it.
"But all unhappy families are unhappy in their own way," retorts Kakuro Ozu, the new tenant. Then he asks about her cat, and before the concierge can say anything the agent says its name is "Leo."

Kakuro senses that Leo is named after Leo Tolstoy; the sentences he and Renée exchanged are from Tolstoy's work "Anna Karenina." And so Renée realizes when, after the new tenant and the agent leave, she dashes into her room of books, takes a copy of "Anna Karenina" from the shelf, and finds the quotes. She immediately berates herself: she counts on not being known by her tenants as anything more than an indistinct concierge.

Soon Kakuro meets Paloma. Riding on the elevator, he asks her if she is indeed learning Japanese. Oui, she answers, and begins speaking in Japanese. Asking if he can correct her, Kakuro does so gently, amused and impressed by his new young friend. And they do become friends. Kakuro asks after Madame Michel, and Paloma wonders if he also knows that the concierge, inside of her rough exterior, is a gentle and intelligent person. In her review of the book in the NY Times in September 2008, Caryn James writes: The sharp-eyed Paloma guesses that Renée has “the same simple refinement as the hedgehog,” quills on the outside but “fiercely solitary — and terribly elegant” within. Yet there is no mention of “The Hedgehog and the Fox,” Isaiah Berlin’s essay on Renée’s beloved Tolstoy, which may make this the sliest allusion of all.

The film captures these three characters perfectly. Paloma's writings (in the book) become a video journal she is making as her last act in life. René and Kakuro are fully developed characters. All three are enamored of things Japanese. Kakuro gives Renée a present of a beautiful 2-volume ciopy of "Anna Karenina." Soon he  asks her up to his flat for dinner, and convinces her that her being a concierge should nto be a barrier between them.



I watched it twice, two days in a row, and, if anything, enjoyed it more the second time.

The extra man (2010)

Wanting a film to watch, unable to find anything much, on Friday I searched for Kevin Kline films, and found this one.

Louis Ives (Paul Dano) heads to New York City following an embarrassing incident that forces him to leave his job. He rents a room in the apartment of Henry Harrison (Kevin Kline), a penniless, wildly eccentric playwright. Additionally, he accepts a position with an environmental magazine, where he encounters green-obsessed co-worker Mary (Katie Holmes). But it’s Louis’ new home life with Henry that really sparks his imagination. Developing a mentor/apprentice relationship, Henry exposes Louis to the duties of an “extra man,” a social escort for wealthy widows.

Enjoyable. Good. Interesting. Yet ... uneven. Still, I enjoyed watching it. Stephen Holden in the Times puts it well.

John C. Reilly's character does not work at all. Katie Holmes's character could have been more developed. Dano and Kline are wonderful.

London River

In the aftermath of the terrorist attack in London on 7/7/2005, two parents arrive in search of their children: a white woman who lives in Guernsey, and an African man who comes from France, where he works. She is Christian, he Muslim. She is aghast at the changes in London: Muslims everywhere, including the neighborhood in which her daughter had a flat. When she arrives at the address, she incredulously verifies with the taxi driver that it is indeed the right place. He has lived in France for 15 years, has not seen his son in all that time, and arrives at the behest of his estranged wife to find their son.

Stephen Holden writes in the NY Times: Its stars, Brenda Blethyn and Sotigui Kouyaté, couldn’t possess more dissimilar screen presences. Ms. Blethyn, the British actress best known for “Secrets and Lies,” belongs to the Mike Leigh school of minutely detailed naturalism. Mr. Kouyaté, who died in April 2010 at 73, was associated for many years with the ritualistic theater of Peter Brook. Tall and gaunt, with graying dreadlocks, his deep-set eyes conveying a stoic, bone-weary resignation, he suggested a mythic African pilgrim leaning on a walking stick while roaming the world on an endless spiritual journey. “London River,” whose title evokes the city’s multicultural stream, was his final film.

A reviewer in the Telegraph UK praised it. Kouyaté, the Burkinabé veteran who died in April this year, won Berlin’s best-actor award, and it’s hard to imagine this film without his gangly, dignified stoicism at its heart. For Blethyn, who has sometimes been broad to the point o caricature, it’s a rare chance to explore a deeply plausible character from the inside out, reminding you how subtly she can handle reflexive, Middle England prejudice while keeping you on side. The film around them is timid at times, a little hemmed in by its own scrupulous humanism, but it still affords as moving an acting partnership as you’ll see all year.


In RottenTomatoes, it gets 90% - 65% marks, well illustrating how critics have a different (in this case, better) grasp of the artistry of a film.

I very much liked it.

Ten little Indians

Saw last 45 minutes of this film, on TCM. {Is that a politically correct expression these days?}It is an adaptation of the Agatha Christie novel And Then There Were None. One of the characters was played by Hugh O'Brian was a favorite of mine, years ago.

Time is not kind to anyone's looks, except those who choose to try and defy time and its effects. To those time is cruel, and deservedly so.

2007

Iron Lady

I approached the film skeptical about objections voiced by some admirers of Mrs. Thatcher, to the effect that the former PM was shown disrespect by the film's treatment of her. Part of that was an abiding respect to Meryl Streep's talent and career. Part of it, as well, was my contempt for her admirers; I was never a fan of her politics or policies.

After watching the film, I have two distinct impressions: Streep, as always, nails the role in a way that, perhaps, no one else could have: she becomes Margaret Thatcher, not just with her hair and her accent and her manner, but in the very essence of her.

Secondly, I think the film was indeed disrespectful of Thatcher. The former PM is reduced to a demented former PM haunted by the ghost of her husband. Everything about her revolves around that haunting, to the point that her political career seems secondary. Margaret Thatcher was a far more important political figure, both in British and world politics, than that.

Rogert Ebert begins his review: You have to be very talented to work with Meryl Streep. It also helps to know how to use her. "The Iron Lady" fails in both of these categories. Streep creates an uncanny impersonation of British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher, but in this film she's all dressed up with nowhere to go.

 In RottenTomatoes, the film gets 53% - 51% ratings. A reviewer in the Guardian UK site does like it. Eventually, the film-makers suggest, Thatcher's increasing isolation, brought about by her rigidity, singlemindedness, inability to accept advice and contempt for most of her colleagues, brings about a form of madness that foreshadows the Lear-like dementia ("I will not go mad") that infects her dotage. He does criticize it, certainly praises Streep, but, in the end, does like the film (Breathtaking in its detail and nuance, its subtle gestures and inflections, this multifaceted jewel of a portrait is altogether grander than the commonplace setting of the film.)

One review I thought well captured the film was by AO Scott in the NY Times: As for “The Iron Lady” itself, beyond the challenge it poses for Ms. Streep, its own reason for being is a bit obscure. It is likely to be the definitive screen treatment of Mrs. Thatcher, at least for a while, and yet it does not really define her in any surprising or trenchant way. You are left with the impression of an old woman who can’t quite remember who she used to be and of a movie that is not so sure either.

Love or hate her, Margaret Thatcher is a grand historical figure who can not be reduced to a tottering old woman who once used to be Prime Minister.

Secretariat (2010)

Rather good dramatization of a legend. Rousing, heartwarming, and squarely traditional, Secretariat offers exactly what you'd expect from an inspirational Disney drama -- no more, and no less.

Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (2011)

Murky remake of the Alec Guiness's serialisations of two novels by John le Carré: Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy and Smiley's People. A little difficult to follow, for the slow twists and subtle turns, as well as the at times thick accents, but, ultimately, good cinema.

Fever pitch (2005)

What a piece of garbage. Jimmy Fallon plays a school teacher whose entire life is defined by his fanaticism: he is not just a Boston Red Sox baseball fan, but everything in his life is about the baseball team. I imagine there actually are people of his ilk. Drew Barrymore plays a driven career woman who for some reason falls for this guy. Inexplicably, the film gets 64% - 62% readings in Rotten Tomatoes. Luckily, the DVD was damaged, and I got a good reason to turn this thing off.

3 books returned

The checklist manifesto: how to get things right, Atul Gawande.
Explores the use of checklists, originating in aviation, in medicine. Gawande logically moves through how lists were developed, and refined, his acceptance and adoption of lists in his medical practice, and in the WHO in a study and project on reducing the number of surgeries performed. In his usually meticulous manner, the good doctor lays out the case for using checklists: conscientiously used, well written (concise and comprehensive), they can help in any field. I quite agree. I have begun to develop a checklist for investing.

Bing Crosby: a pocketful of dreams : the early years, 1903-1940, Gary Giddins.
The only biography that seemed worth reading turned out not to be. Giddins is a music wroter with a long record; I have read some pf his work. But, in this case, he seemed to be (too) enamored of his subject matter. I put it down rather quickly. I'll have to look for another biography. My desire to read about Crosby came from reading Seabuiscuit; Crosby was a racehorse owner who was in friendly, and not-so friendly competition with the Biscuit's owner, Charles Howard. Of course, crosby also has a connection to Bix Beiderbecke. I was hoping to read all about both, but, alas, this was not to be the book for me.

The fountainhead, Ayn Rand ; with special introduction by the author. After Paul Ryan was nominated for the Republican VP nomination, I thought I would take a look at this work that he lauds as being very important in his life. I read two pages and put it down; it was very poorly written, for my taste.




One out of three is good: a .333 batting average is baseball is very good.

Water for Elephants (2011)

Cute, had its weaknesses, but it worked, for me.

Salmon Fishing in the Yemen (2012)

Better than expected, really. Fairly good, rather enjoyable.

Quirky and a little reserved, Salmon Fishing in the Yemen is nonetheless a charming little romantic drama sold by some strong central performances.

 McGregor's accent is rather quirky. Scott Thomas's character was quite the caricature, and weakened the film, if anything.

The Debt

Anthony Lane (not David Denby, as I mistakenly misremembered) reviewed this film in the New Yorker 21 September 2011 issue.
As with Spielberg’s “Munich,” there is an awkward, irresoluble tension between the movie’s urge to thrill and the weighty pull of the historical obligations that it seeks to assume. How much, to be blunt, should we be enjoying ourselves? What do we owe to “The Debt”? Whatever the sum, it is more than the film itself, gloomy with unease, seems able to repay.

It received a 6.9 rating in IMDb.com, and a 76% - 67% rating in RottenTomatoes. I have a calendar entry on 26 August 2011, moved up from earlier. I finally got it yesterday, and watched it last night. I rather liked it.

I liked it quite a bit. The three less renowned, younger, actors do much better work than the older, more renowned actors. All six rather botch the Israeli accent, but, again, the three younger ones do better with it.

A.O. Scott in the Times: The labors of the cast help to make “The Debt” a compact, reasonably clever and sometimes piquant entertainment, but they also make you aware that it could have been more.

Greatest movie of all time?

Alfred Hitchcock's Vertigo Dethrones Citizen Kane as the Greatest Movie of All-Time reads the headline of a story. Much as I enjoyed watching Jimmy Stewart in Anatomy of a murder last weekend, and much as I like Kim Novak (I lo-oh-ve Kim Novack), I don't know about that.

Move over, Orson Welles. Alfred Hitchcock’s 1958 thriller Vertigo has been named as the greatest film of all time by more than 800 international film critics and experts. The poll, carried out every 10 years by Sight & Sound, a magazine published by the British Film Institute, picked Hitchcock’s psychological drama as the best film ever made. For the past 50 years, Orson Welles’ Citizen Kane held the top spot, but this year, critics picked Hitchcock’s masterpiece over Citizen Kane, which has been relegated to second place.

I'll have to think on it.

BBC News also notes that Vertigo was Hitchcock’s most personal film in which he tackles “one of his recurring themes — love as a fetish that degrades women and deranges men.”

Hitchcock does have a reputation as a sexual bully. Funny how film people, critics and civilians, overlook the foibles (sexual and otherwise) of film makers (A certain Allen, Woody, is whom I am thinking of in this regard).

Japanese director Yasujiro Ozu’s Tokyo Story was named as the third greatest film followed by Jean Renoir’s La Règle Du Jeu (The Rules of the Game) and F. W. Murnau’s Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans. The list of the top 50 greatest films, compiled by Sight & Sound, can be found here.

I saw several Ozu films early last year (From reading The elegance of the hedgehog, I became aware of this Japanese film maker. Luckily, the library where I work owns 3 of Ozu's films on DVD), and I agree that he made great films.

Time has it own 100 greatest films list.

From Hitchcock to Watchmen: See the 50 Greatest Movie Opening Sequences

Anatomy of a murder

1959 film described by a law professor as "probably the finest pure trial movie ever made." (Asimow, Michael. Picturing Justice, film review from a legal perspective, February 1998.)

While I was watching it Laura was watching episodes of "The Good Wife," a television legal drama. I was struck by how similar such programs are to the film, and wondered if the film was a pioneer in such dramas.

Well, it is cited as #4 in The 25 Greatest Legal Movies:1 is To kill a mockinbird; 2 is Twelve angry men; 3 is (surprisingly, at first, not so much on reflection) My cousin Vinny.

a Twitter recommendation

looking through my Twitter feeds today, after 5pm, this one caught my eye:

Carl Bildt ‏@carlbildt

Rereading John Julius Norwich's "A History of Venice" is always a true pleasure. A great history told in a most enjoyable way.

Carl Bildt is Foreign Minister of Sweden since 2006. Before that most other things.

· http://carlbildt.wordpress.com

So, after looking for the book in theOPAC and finding it at  945.31 N, I walked back into the stacks, and got it. I do think this might be the first book recommendation I've gotten via Twitter (without a doubt, the first recommendation from Minister Bildt  —or, almost certainly).

Norwich, John Julius. (1982). A history of Venice. New York : Knopf.

Madness visible

di Giovanni, Janine. (2003). Madness visible: a memoir of war. New York: Knopf.

I saw her on the Charlie Rose show last week, along with three other guests, all discussing Syria. I found each of them smart and interesting. I got this book, opened it, read the first tow paragraphs of her introduction, and got chills: I can not read about war and cruelty so very easily any longer.

Easy A

Stereotyped character, silly story. Mediocre.

Nathaniel Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter is re-imagined as a contemporary high school comedy in this tale of a scheming student who plots to give her popularity a boost by painting herself the easiest lay in school.

Not well done.

The life and times of Hank Greenberg

A few weeks ago a Peninsula patron asked me for a biography of Hank Greenberg. Intrigued, I asked him if he was doing research about the original Hammering Hank; he said it was purely personal interest. I remarked that Greenberg, among many other things, had mentored Ralph Kiner early on in his career. How could that be, the man wondered, as Kiner played in Pittsburgh and Greenberg in Detroit. I said that Greenberg had wound up in Pittsburgh.

That was one of the many details of his life that the film covered. His birth in New York, his Jewish heritage and religion, his prowess on the ballfield of James Monroe High school, in Bronx, NY; the Detroit scout's promise to get young Hank a scholarship to Princeton; the virulent anti-Semitism he had to handle in the majors; his success on the field; his enlistment in the Army (depriving his baseball career of three prime years). All those and many more were covered in great detail.

A wonderful documentary of a genuine American baseball hero (well, great; even he didn't see himself as a hero).

Voice lessons

In a side column in a recent issue of the New Yorker, David Denby wrote: Those who were charmed by The Artist should see the real thing: "Singin' in the Rain," the great American movie musical about the transition from talkies to sound...The movie chronicles Hollywood's misadventures with early recording techniques, but does so with carefree gaiety and confidence — confidence in music and dance and in a specifically American style of impudent wit."

Yes, the American film is still  robust, fun to watch —despite shortcomings such as the mismatches in age between Gene Kelly and Debbie Reynolds and Donald O'Connor, his two costars, who are supposed to be about the same age. The singing and the dancing is contagious, energizing, and plain fun. Jean Hagen's character, Lina Lamont, still holds up, she with her screechy little voice and street pronunciation (cain't stend it).

The Artist I found difficult to enjoy. It dragged. Contemporary taste is highly favorable for it. Then again, in Rotten Tomatoes Singin' in the rain gets even higher numbers: 100-91 v. 98-90. In the end, I did enjoy it, but Singin' is better. O, and Cyd Charisse.

Suddenly

I cam across this DVD (1954) while looking for Singing in the rain on the PN shelves. Looked it up, and it sounded interesting.


Suddenly is the name of the small town invaded by professional assassin Frank Sinatra and his henchmen. Taking a local family hostage, Sinatra sets up a vigil at the second-story window of the family's home. From here, he intends to kill the President of the United States when the latter makes a whistle-stop visit. The film's tension level is enough to induce goose pimples from first scene to last. Sinatra is outstanding as the disgruntled war vet who hopes to become a "somebody" by killing the president. The parallels between his character and Lee Harvey Oswald's are too close for comfort, so much so that Suddenly was withdrawn from local TV packages for several years after the JFK assassination. Sinatra would claim in later years that he himself engineered the removal of Suddenly from general distribution, though in fact he'd lost whatever rights he'd held on the film when it lapsed into public domain. Be sure and miss the notorious colorized version of this black-and-white thriller, wherein Sinatra is transformed into Ol' Brown Eyes.

Well, they tried. It moves along fine. But to speak of tension is to stretch it. Sinatra tries to inject a touch of psychosis, or some sort of mental instability into his character, and almost makes it. Almost. His partners in crime are rank amateurs (both as criminals, and the actors). The good guys are wooden. Nice try. I can believe that the subject matter became very touchy after November 22, 1963. Still.

French still flock to bookstores

New York Times story: As bookstores in the United States and Britain struggle, a centuries-old reverence for the printed page persists in France, where sales have risen. Above, a book exchange.

Back to the Future

Having seen Michael J. Fox on a PBS program on Parkinson's disease, I immediately decided to see this film again. It holds up fairly well, though some of the jokes are less hysterical now than I remember them being then. Still, it really works well.

The topic of time travel, which has been treated numerous times by varied writers (a Wikipedia article puts it back to the 19th century), is treated with humor. And it works. At one point Doc Brown asks Marty McFly who the president is in 1985; when Marty replies Ronald Reagan, Doc is incredulous, and quips and I suppose Jerry Lewis is VicePresident. The DeLorean is still a nice touch.

Searching for music, I found this book, and while I was not sure if I would read it, I did, and rather enjoyed it.

Kastin, David. (2011. Nica's dream: the life and legend of the jazz baroness.  New York: W. W. Norton.

My cousin Vinny

A good one. In rottentomatoes, 85% from critics, 81% from the audience approved. It has aged fairly well, though the difference in age between Vinny and Mona Lisa is a little obvious now. I don't remember thinking that then.

The film deals with two young New Yorkers traveling through rural Alabama who are put on trial for a murder they did not commit, and the comic attempts of a cousin, Vincent Gambini, a newly minted lawyer, to defend them. Much of the humor comes from the contrasting personalities of the brash Italian-American New Yorkers, Vinny and his fiancée Mona Lisa, and the more laid back Southern townspeople.
Lawyers have praised the comedy's realistic depiction of courtroom procedure and trial strategy. Pesci and Tomei received critical praise for their performances, and Tomei won the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress.

 She was fabulous.

Next stop, Greenwich Village

Just a few days ago, I saw an item on Twitter, from Time.com (I believe), in its 'reading for lunchtime' feature, Wes Anderson's favorite New York films. This is one of those films.

It has a 6.9 rating in IMDb.com: An aspiring Jewish actor moves out of his parents' Brooklyn apartment to seek his fortune in the bohemian life of Greenwich Village in 1953.

Critics give it 80% in Rotten Tomatoes, the audience 66% (there is not accounting for taste, is there?).

Larry Lipinski is a Brooklyn Jew, 22 years old, and is moving out of his parents's home, to grow up, to be with his liberated girlfriend, to pursue acting. (In a voiceover, which I watched a bit of, Paul Mazursky says that Larry is partly him.) It is 1953. The Rosenbergs are on the brink of being executed. Yet Larry and his friends, while politically aware, are more interested in other matters: sex, the meaning of life, whether to go to Mexico or not, and suicide.

Chris Walken plays Robert, a handosme ladies man whose libido is only matched in size by his ego. Jeff Goldblum plays a small but discernible role as a pushy, loud actor. Bill Murray has a small speakign part in a bar. Vincent Schiavelli is a party guest who drinks and laughs.

Shelley Winters overplays the Jewish mother who can't let go of her boy, can't stop meddling, and can't (or won't) see how she is hurting the very ones she loves. Yet, in her overplaying, Winters does super work. Antonio Fargas does nice work as an openly gay black man (remember, the 1976 movie was portraying 1953), and Lou Jacobi shines as the juice bar shopowner where Larry gets a job while he waits for his big break.

Larry and his friends go to a coffeehouse, to hang out and philosophize. I recognized it immediately, or so I thought, though the street outside seemed not to fit. But a shot confirmed that it was Cafe Reggio.

Ebert gave it 3 stars. I liked it, too.

Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil

An oldie, a goodie. Since I saw an episode of Bizarre Foods, in which Andrew Zimmern visited Savannah and spoke with the Lady Chablis, I've wanted to see this film. In Rotten Tomatoes the critics give it a 47% and the public 64%, which goes to show there is no accoutning for taste. I'd give it at least an 80. Kevin Spacey is smooth and wonderful as Jim Williams, a proud nouveau riche; Jude Law, in what must be one of his earliest roles, plays his drunken lover; John Cusak plays a Yankee reporter in town to cover the famous Williams Christmas party and stays to cover the murder trial of Williams (who killed Billy Hanson, in self-defense, he claims). It is simply a good film, based on John Berendt's book.

Ides of March

I first saw note of this film in the 26 Sept 2011 "Movies - Fall Preview" column in the New Yorker. IMDb has the plot summary as "An idealistic staffer for a new presidential candidate gets a crash course on dirty politics during his stint on the campaign trail." Critics in Rotten Tomatoes give it 85%, the public a lesser 73%. Its summary: The Ides of March takes place during the frantic last days before a heavily contested Ohio presidential primary, when an up-and-coming campaign press secretary (Ryan Gosling) finds himself involved in a political scandal that threatens to upend his candidate's shot at the presidency.

With heartthrobs George Clooney and Ryan Gosling, one might expect that the movie did well at the box office, but its $41 million take is not, in relative terms, very good. Why? The subject matter? Perhaps.

Ironically, one ends up feeling both skeptical and cynical about this movie that wants to have it both ways but, instead, ends up just as deeply cynical and flawed as its characters and the system it seeks to expose.
January 13, 2012 Full Review
This critis has it about right. Anthony Lane in the New Yorker also demurs from singing its praises: The result, slimy with unfeasible plotting, will gratify those who sniff out all politics as a conspiratorial murk. On the other hand, viewers who treasure Clooney, both as actor and director, for the deftness of his comic touch, or who remain alert to the grinding farce of the electoral machine, may prove harder to woo.

I agree. It seemed too cynical, too pat, and lacked spark.

Crazy, stupid, love

A fun film. Originally skeptical that I would be watching another sappy love story (and ready to leave after short interval), I was utterly surprised by the film, and how much I liked it.

Steven Carrel (unpleasant memories of watching a very small bit on an "Office" episode did not come back to me at first, for I was not quite sure it was him playing Cal) plays a husband who is blindsided by his wife while they are pondering what dessert to order; rather than agreeing to split a sweet she says I want a divorce. She (played nicely by Julianne Moore) has decided that, after 25 years of marriage, and hitting her forties, she needs something different. She also announced she has "slept with David Lindhagen" (played with some understatement by Kevin Bacon; that name becomes something of a tagline).

Ryan Gosling plays Jacob, a womanizer who, sick of hearing Cal complain about being cuckolded by David Lindhagen, decides to remake Cal into the man who he might never have been, but should be. Gosling holds back from doing a parody of the Casanova who scores with ease (an interesting aspect of his conquests is that he catches not just white women, but also black women; of course, this being a movie, almost of all of them have gorgeous bodies and are attractive).

Emma Stone plays a woman who is about to become a lawyer, and whom Jacob hits on early on in the film. She rebuffs his advance, and goes back to hoping that the lawyer she's dating will propose marriage to her. Her friend, Liz, tells her to stop playing it safe, to stop going for PG-13, and to loosen up and live.

There are various other characters that work: Cal's 13 year old son, in love with a 17 year old babysitter, who in turn is in love with Cal. And there are twists: the first woman whom Cal hits on and scores with (played with aplomb and plenty of cleavage by Maria Tomei), turns out to be his son's teacher.

The films works, is fun, and I enjoyed it quite very much.

Gideon's daughter

Reading a review of a new film, The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, I chose this film as another Bill Nighy work. Terrific choice. His character, Gideon Warner, is a fixer, a PR man, the one to go to for advice, a power broker. At that he's good. As a father, he is not. He is losing his daughter, who is about to graduate and go to Colombia to do good. Nighy has an understated, less-is-more acting style, and he does wonderful work with this character. The excesses are left to others. As he bumbles along, Gideon meets a couple who wants someone in government to listen to their story of how their child was killed. No one does. Gideon arranges it. Both Gideon and Stella drift toward one another in an adult love story that leaves one wanting more.

Touching the void

Engrossing. At points I felt as if I could not continue to listen to the narrative, but could not bring myself to stop.

The Music Never Stopped

A father who teaches his son all about his own music in the late 1950s is shocked to find his son estranged from what he has been taught: instead of remembering Bing Crosby fondly, he has become a Deadhead, is against the VietNam War, and wants to forgo college to play music. The father forces a confrontation, and is unrepentant when his son leaves home. Nearly twenty years later, for the first time the parents of Gabriel receive a phone call that sends them into a whirlwind of guilt, repentance, and, eventually, reconciliation. Except that Gabe is not well: a tumor has damaged his brain, and he can not remember anything after 1970.

One day, in a library, researching microfilm, the father, Henry, reads about a therapist who uses music to reach patients similarly afflicted to his son. It is she who manages to reach Gabe, especially once she realizes that it is 1960s music, and not the 1940s and 1950s music his father insists on, that touches Gabe deep inside and brings him out.

Nicely done. In Rotten Tomatoes, typically, it gets a higher audience mark than a critical mark: 85% vs 65%. An involving, if sentimental and predictable family drama elevated by J.K. Simmons' sympathetic lead performance. The film is based on a story by Oliver Sacks, The last hippie (which, in an interview accompanying the film, the good doctor says is based on a true case of one of his patients).

The Conspirator

An interesting twist to a Civil War story and the assassination of President Lincoln. The focus is on the conspirators: John Wilkes Booth,John Surratt

RottenTomatoes is not fond of it: The Conspirator is well cast and tells a worthy story, but many viewers will lack the patience for Redford's deliberate, stagebound approach. That might tell more about the audience that the film. It is not off the mark, either: the pace is deliberate, but the acting good. In this telling of the story, the military tribunal and Secretary of War Gideon Wells do not come off smelling too good.

Harvest (2010)

A gem of a film. Three generations gather for the patriarch's last summer: he is dying of cancer, and it is the last chance for all to be together. Well, almost all: one son, who lives locally, is waiting for his father to apologize for some past transgression, and even his approaching death does little to end the anger. The other son is something of a manipulative passive-aggressive jerk, and manipulates his father into changing his will. It is the daughter who cares for their dying father and Alzheimer's riddled mother.

Great acting, really, and something of a gritty camera work make the movie unusual. This review from May 2010 captures it well: In a just world, Harvest would be getting a wide release alongside of, if not necessarily instead of, Thor. Writer-director Marc Meyers's sophomore feature is an astonishingly confident work that avoids nearly all the pitfalls of contemporary independent cinema, flirting with cloying treacle in only the handful of moments the film employs a borderline-cliché alt-rock soundtrack. The rest of the film is sterling, its modest strengths amplified by a finely tuned creative process that never overexerts its ambitions or condescends to its subjects: three generations' worth of family living together during their cancer-stricken patriarch's last summer.

Thurgood

Excellent. Laurence Fishburne embodies Justice Marshall, and the role fits him perfectly.


Video Librarian Reviews Laurence Fishburne might have bombed on C.S.I., but he's at the top of his game in George Stevens Jr.'s play about Supreme Court Justice Thurgood Marshall. In this performance filmed at Washington's Kennedy Center by Stevens's son Michael, Fishburne is literally the whole show, framed as a one-man journey of recollection spoken before an audience of Howard University students. Ambling with a cane onto a stage that's bare except for a long conference table and occasional back projections, the aged jurist greets his listeners directly before launching into a chronological survey of his life. The actor dispenses with the cane as he recounts stories of Marshall's boyhood and unlikely academic career and then adopts a swagger as he continues with the young lawyer's entrance into the embryonic—and often dangerous—Civil Rights movement. Stevens's script is filled with wry observations and rousing anecdotes about key individuals Marshall worked with (such as Martin Luther King, Jr.) and accounts of the landmark legal cases in which Marshall played a prominent role (most notably Brown vs. Board of Education of Topeka, which ended segregation in public schools), culminating in his appointment to the federal bench and then being named the first African-American Supreme Court Justice by Lyndon Johnson. Fishburne captures Marshall's gregarious personality beautifully, even as he departs from the script momentarily to welcome a couple of latecomers trying to squeeze unnoticed into their front row seats. Highly recommended.

Another interesting detail is that Marshall and Langston Hughes were classmates. And once, perhaps twice, he quotes Hughes. This is acting as art, and Fishburne is magnificent.

How old is she?

In this article, the books written by the candidates for the presidency of Mexico are discussed: Andrés Manuel López Obrador has written two (“Nuevo proyecto de nación: por el renacimiento de México” and "La mafia que se adueñó de México... y el 2012”. In the latter he decrees that 30 people control the country: “… esta minoría rapaz es la principal responsable de la actual tragedia nacional: la pobreza y el desempleo, la inseguridad y la violencia, la falta de democracia y la violación cotidiana de los derechos de los mexicanos”.); Enrique Peña Nieto has (allegedly) written one, “México, la gran esperanza: un estado eficaz para una democracia de resultados” (this from the man who during the recent Guadalajara Book Fair was asked to name three books that had influenced him, and could only name the Bible (maybe he went to the same school as Governor Rick "Oops" Perry, of Texas); Gabriel Quadri de la Torre is said to have written "distintos libros y publicaciones en materia de medio ambiente y desarrollo sustentable" but it is his running under the banner of the party led by Elba Esther Gordillo Morales, presidenta vitalicia del Sindicato Nacional de Trabajadores de la Educación (SNTE), a sort of lefty teachers union; Josefina Vazquez Mota, 51, in 1999 wrote "Dios Mío, hazme viuda por favor” (My God, make me a widow, a still-controversial book; Nuestra oportunidad: un México para todos” is her campaign book.

Only the woman has her age given. Huh?

What do women want (to read)?

The Wall Street Journal (March 14, page D1) has an interesting article about what women read when there is no lurid cover on the book to embarrass them.

Electronic readers, and the reading privacy they provide, are fueling a boom in sales of sexy romance novels, or "romantica," as the genre is called in the book industry.
As with romance novels, romantica features an old-fashioned love story and pop-culture references like those found in "chick lit." Plus, there is sex—a lot of it. Yet unlike traditional erotica, romantica always includes what's known as "HEA"—"happily ever after."
Kindles, iPads and Nooks "are the ultimate brown paper wrapper," says Brenda Knight, associate publisher at Cleis Press, of Berkeley, Calif., a publisher of erotica since 1980.
Mainstream publishers are launching digital-only erotic labels to feed demand. At the end of the month, HarperCollins UK will launch Mischief Books, with the tag line "private pleasures with a hand-held device."

Read more about it at:Books Women Read When No One Can See the Cover

South from Granada

From Spanish director Fernando Colomo comes this adaptation of Gerald Brenan's comedic autobiographical book Al sur de Granada. Matthew Goode stars as Brenan, a young Englishman of affluent and noble stock. Motivated by idealism and with a desire to become a great writer, Gerald moves to a small Spanish town to get away from the trappings of his upbringing. There, he befriends Paco, a local man played by Guillermo Toledo, who helps introduce Gerald to the town. Eventually, the beautiful Juliana (Verónica Sánchez) catches Gerald's eye, and he immediately falls for her. From there, it's up to Paco to familiarize Gerald with the local customs so that he can win the heart of Juliana. Consuelo Trujillo and Ángela Molina also star.

Fairly good film. Enjoyable enough.


Brenan is friends with Lytton Strachey and others from the Bloomsbury group, including Dora Carrington, with whom he is portrayed as being in love. In Yegen,a village in the Spanish countryside below Granada, he settles down to clear his head so he can write. However, events and people conspire to otherwise occupy him. In the drama which includes inter-class sex and a Catholic priest who can not help but be in love with a local woman, Brenan falls in love with Julianna, a local woman whom some suspect of being a witch. She is young, and falls in love, eventually, with Brenan. She also tells him she wnats to bear his baby, and is not interested in marriage.

Hereafter

46% of Rotten Tomatoes critics liked it, 40% of the audience. I agree: the film is disjointed, lathargic, and the point it makes is strained and unconvincing. The South Pacific tsunami and the London bombings are connected via the vehicle of an American (Matt Damon) who is reluctant to again use his gift (or, as he sees it, curse) of being able to connect with the departed. Why the two Europeans are teamed up with the Yank is a mystery. The French mumble, and shots of the Eiffel Tower and of extra-marital sex are used as symbols that are so clichéd as to make me wonder who the hell had the idea of including them.

RT: Despite a thought-provoking premise and Clint Eastwood's typical flair as director, Hereafter fails to generate much compelling drama, straddling the line between poignant sentimentality and hokey tedium. There are touches of flair: Damon's character loves Dickens, not Shakespeare, and when he escapes northern California and he goes to London, he winds up taking a tour of Dickens's home and attending a Dickensian lecture by Derek Jacobi. He winds up romantically linked with the French woman, but that linkup is strained; the film wanted to make that connection, and it just does, unconvincingly.

The Time Traveler's Wife (2009)

Cute as Rachel MacAdams is, and her cuteness tends to be the feature that films concentrate on, she can not quite make this film work. But this is a far better film that than piece of merde Lord of War.

Lord of War

Drek. Mierda. Shit. Had read about it in a New Yorker article ("Disarming Viktor Bout" by Nichols Schmidle, 5 March 2012 issue), so I tried it: BIG MISTAKE.

Super 8

Fairly good. I had seen coming attractions of it several months back, and had been trying to get the film since then. It wasn't quite what I had remembered, or thought I remembered, but it was fun to watch. Better than much else.

A. O. Scott in the NY Times does not quite like it: Inescapable comparisons to Steven Spielberg (a producer of “Super 8” and something of a mentor to Mr. Abrams) are apt, but they go only so far. Themes of childlike resistance to authority and intergalactic compassion are evident here, as they were in “Close Encounters of the Third Kind” and “E.T.” The visual and emotional poetry of those films, however, never quite blossoms, despite having been copied out carefully, line by line. But, and here I agree: Still, “not as good as E.T.” is not so bad. (“Better than ‘Thor’ or ‘X-Men: First Class’ ” may be a more relevant judgment at this moment in the history of air-conditioning.)

Sci-fi is not my thing, but this is an enjoyable movie. That is not a bad thing, at all. I mean it as a compliment.