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August 17, 2008

Searching for the One


A quote from Infinite ThØught's culture blog:

Films that appear to be 'all about women', such as Sex and the City are paeans to a curious combination of ultra-mediation and a post-religious obsession with 'the one'. You go to the City in search of 'labels and love'; the one mediating the other – the nicest thing your boyfriend can do for you is have a giant wardrobe installed for all your 'labels'. Drinks with 'the girls' are dominated by discussions about whether he is 'the one' or not. What does this obsession with 'the one' mean? The bourgeoisie may have 'drowned the most heavenly ecstasies of religious fervour, of chivalrous enthusiasm, of philistine sentimentalism, in the icy water of egotistical calculation', as Marx and Engels observed, but certain religious motifs are harder to shake than others. The 'one' as the transcendent culmination of an entire romantic destiny demonstrates a curious melange of the sentimental ('we were always meant to be together!') and the cynical (if there's a 'one' then the 'non-ones' don't count; the sex with them is of no importance, there is no need to behave even moderately pleasantly towards them).

June 12, 2008

20th Century Boys - the first long trailer


I am all emotional and excited like a leeeeeetalll guuuuuurrrrrrl after coming across this first longform trailer for the live action adaptation of Naoki Urasawa's 20th Century Boys manga (which I've already written about). With one of the biggest budgets in Japanese film history and spread over three, 2-hour films, this looks like it may just live up to its hype. Having read the full series, I watched the trailer and just kept nodding my head: yep, they got that right...uh-huh...yes...good choice...so-and-so looks exactly like the character...etc.

The question is: how long until I get a subtitled copy in my sweaty, greedy hands?

April 28, 2008

Fantoche


Well done and slightly unnerving. The artist(s) are called notblu and there are more videos here.

UPDATE 05.14.08: Turns out that was part two of a longer film:

MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo.

By way of New Shelton Wet/Dry.

April 24, 2008

Shinya Tsukamoto's "Adventures of Electric Rod Boy"


Tsukamoto made his breakthrough with Tetsuo Iron Man, and then went on to Tokyo Fist and A Snake in June. But here's where it all began with "Adventures of Electric Rod Boy." (Okay, it was his second film.) You can see that his obsessions were already in place. And you can see over the years that he's tried to keep that Super 8 aesthetic.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

By way of Robot Action Boy

January 31, 2008

Gondry remakes his own "Be Kind Rewind" trailer


Be Kind Rewind is Gondry's upcoming comedy about two video store guys who create homemade versions of classic films using cheap props and a viddy cam. Now Gondry has remade the official trailer in the homemade style. This is why Gondry is a genius and you (probably) are not.

January 27, 2008

Interview: Javier Bardem grabs film fest's Montecito Award


TED MILLS, NEWS-PRESS CORRESPONDENT
January 27, 2008 7:23 AM

Many in the audience who sat enthralled by the dark villainy of Anton Chigurh, the killing machine in the Coen Brothers' "No Country for Old Men," may not have recognized Javier Bardem as the same actor who starred in Julian Schnabel's "Before Night Falls" as gay Cuban poet and dissident Reinaldo Arenas. The Arenas role earned Mr. Bardem a Golden Globe nomination; "No Country" won him one (for Best Supporting Actor).
He has another honor in the bag: the Montecito Award, presented by the Santa Barbara International Film Festival. The Spanish actor will pick up the award, created to honor a series of classic and standout performances, Monday night at the Lobero Theatre.
Mr. Bardem, 38, has been working in front of the camera since he was 6 -- not too much of a surprise when you consider his grandfather and uncle are both directors and his siblings also act. But there was also a time when he was a member of the Spanish national rugby team.
Foreign film buffs may recognize his first Spanish breakout role as the lover of Penelope Cruz's character in "Jam0x97n, jam0x97n" from 1992. It took until 2000 and "Before Night Falls" to break into American film, but he did so to obvious success.
Since then, he's made appearances in Michael Mann's "Collateral" and starred in "The Sea Inside," but even still, "No Country" feels like a revelation.
Mr. Bardem chooses carefully, some might say too carefully. His interviews and articles for previous films describe a reluctant actor who needed major convincing before taking a part.
In an interview with the News-Press, Mr. Bardem said he wasn't sure if his style is a quality or a curse.
"I guess it's about facing what you really are and knowing what you can bring to other people's process," he said. "It's best to know your limitations and good to step out if you're not the right guy. It's good to have no surprises."
Of course, this sounds odd coming from someone with Mr. Bardem's rèsumè -- and mid-sentence he reconsiders.
"But you never know what those surprises will be. That's the fun part. Some people love to jump off the cliff into the water without checking how deep it is," he said.
In "No Country For Old Men," Mr. Bardem's Chigurh chases Josh Brolin's Llewelyn Moss, who has stolen a bag of money from a drug deal gone bad. Chasing both is Tommy lee Jones' Sheriff Bell, who follows a trail of bodies left in Chigurh's wake.
Though the trio is connected by fate, the actors never share a scene together, except for a murky gunfight in a street.
"It was like we were doing three different movies," Mr. Bardem recalled.
"The only connection between all three is Kelly McDonald's character." (Ms. McDonald shares major, separate scenes with all three).
For Mr. Bardem, he has his own theory for why this works.
"They are three different sides of male behavior. Tommy is goodwill; Josh is an impulsive kind of violence; I play this kind of nonsense violence, just pure aggression . . . the movie is a statement of too much testosterone making things go very wrong."
Mr. Bardem recently wrapped on Woody Allen's latest film, "Vicky Christina Barcelona," shot in Barcelona, Spain.
"I have no idea what the finished movie will be like; that is up to Allen's magic," the actor said. "It was a great pleasure to work with Allen, but very demanding. He puts you in a position where you are . . . obliged to just 'be.' There is no time to 'act.' For my country, it is a big honor to have him shooting here."

The Javier Bardem tribute is 8 p.m. Monday at the Lobero Theatre, 33 E. Canon Perdido St. Tickets are $65. For information and tickets, call 963-0761 or 963-4408, or log on to www.sbfilmfestival.org.

January 03, 2008

Movie time!! Nowhereland and Walk Cycle


While I sit and recover from an awful head cold (my second in three weeks after a year of being fine), I've uploaded some of my older films. Bet you thought I just made music videos, huh? Anyway, the above film, Walk Cycle, was shot on 16mm and is a little comedy. Don't skip to the end, just be patient!
The next four (below) contain my entire sci-fi film nowhereland and though I didn't want to break it up into four bits, YouTube make you do that for longer films. At least I got to choose the end of each "act."
Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

August 25, 2007

Some new-ish David Lynch: Absurda


Haven't seen this before, though the ballerina footage appears on the INLAND EMPIRE DVD...which you should buy...right now.
According to the YouTube post, created for Cannes 2007.

August 09, 2007

New Michel Gondry!!

Oh hellz yeh.

Thanks to Josie for posting this first!

August 07, 2007

Hot Rod

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USA, 2007
Dir. Akiva Schaffer
Not perfect, but if you like the Lonely Island vids,
then you could certainly do worse than this Adam Sandberg comedy, in which he plays a wannabe stuntman who plans to jump 15 school buses to raise money for his step-father's heart transplant...so he can kick the old man's ass. That's the kicker in this film that's half surreal and half an affectionate riff on late-80s teen flicks like Karate Kid. For goodness' sake, 90% of the songs in this film are by Europe! And the rest are by John Farnham!
To be honest I wanted to laugh at this more than I did, what with Will Arnett in it and lots of slapstick goodness. I was reminded of the anything-goes attitude of early Stephen Chow (compare this to Chow's Love on Delivery and tell me I'm wrong), and there's one line by a newscaster that had me howling in the theater along with the three other people who had paid to see it.
A lot of the humor is undone by either: bad directing (Schaffer not knowing where to point the camera), bad editing (cutting too soon and not letting things hang just a little bit longer), or bad producing (leaning on both director and editor to cut the time down). Who knows? Check the riot scene and see what I mean.
Worth owning on DVD--lots of quotables. Hopefully they'll be able to let rip next time, because this still feels very restrained.

The Stupidest Thing Camille Paglia has said, ever

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I'm used to Paglia writing things I disagree with, but this is boneheaded to the extreme.

On the culture front, fabled film directors Ingmar Bergman and Michelangelo Antonioni dying on the same day was certainly a cold douche for my narcissistic generation of the 1960s. We who revered those great artists, we who sat stunned and spellbound before their masterpieces -- what have we achieved? Aside from Francis Ford Coppola's "Godfather" series, with its deft flashbacks and gritty social realism, is there a single film produced over the past 35 years that is arguably of equal philosophical weight or virtuosity of execution to Bergman's "The Seventh Seal" or "Persona"? Perhaps only George Lucas' multilayered, six-film "Star Wars" epic can genuinely claim classic status, and it descends not from Bergman or Antonioni but from Stanley Kubrick and his pop antecedents in Hollywood science fiction.
If by "multi-layered" she means "multiple layers of poo, each new layer stinkier than the last" well yes.
And to answer her question: The Shining, Eyes Wide Shut, Mulholland Dr., Rosetta and/or The Son, A Time to Live and a Time to Die, The Wind Will Carry Us, Nostalghia, etc.
Jumping Kee-rist, that's a stupid rhetorical question.

July 06, 2007

Film Review: Transformers

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MOVIE REVIEW: 'Transformers': less meets the eye - Transforms money into wasted time

BY TED MILLS NEWS-PRESS CORRESPONDENT

July 6, 2007 8:19 AM

Good morning class. Welcome to Day 2 of the Michael Bay Film Academy. I'm glad all of you could attend the screening of "Transformers" last night. Weren't we all pumped! I certainly could feel the energy in the room as professor Bay unfurled his latest masterpiece. But you might have some questions regarding how to make films. I will address these questions.
I know some of you, when you were kids, played with the Hasbro toys. For those who were reading books -- OK, everyone, calm down, let me talk -- Transformers were cars, trucks, planes and the like that turned into robots. Some were good -- they turned into GMC trucks and Camaros -- and were led by Optimus Prime. Some were bad, were called Decepticons and were headed by Megatron.
What's that, Smith? You think the movie should have consisted of robots fighting? That's what the fans want, you say? Well, you obviously don't know the first thing about Michael Bay filmmaking.

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June 30, 2007

Man Out of Time

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Cleaning up some old bookmarks I decided to pay UBUWEB a visit and came across Orson Welles: The One Man Band, a 1995 documentary by Vassill Silovic that features fascinating bits and pieces from the numerous projects Welles started but never finished in his later years. It's 90 minutes long, but if you're like me it's completely fascinating. One can only wonder what Welles would have done in the age of digital video, when the costs would have dropped immensely. Of particular interest to me are his readings from Moby Dick. Has Melville ever sounded this good?

June 29, 2007

Herzog's New Film

Went to a sneak preview last night of Werner Herzog's first big-budget Hollywood film, "Rescue Dawn," about Dieter Dengler (Christian Bale), a US pilot shot down over Laos and how he escapes internment. My review will come later, but in the meantime my friend Jon has pointed out this New Yorker profile on making the film from about a year ago. Apparently, Herzog (with whom I share a birthday) likes to do things his way:

The fact that Herzog has been making films for more than forty years, many of them acclaimed as works of unnerving originality, didn’t shake the collective judgment that he was doing it all wrong. The mood on the set was toxic. Josef Lieck, the first assistant director, who has worked with Wim Wenders, said, “For a man of his age, it’s a very . . . raw talent. It’s more like an eighteen-year-old running into the forest.” A costume designer complained, “He doesn’t know basic things about filmmaking, things that simply make it easier to tell a story. He thinks that these things will undermine his vision, but they won’t.” Harry Knapp, an assistant director, said, “There is a silent war on the set. We’re all in a state of shock.” Herzog, for his part, politely ignored the crew’s complaints. Zeitlinger explained, “When making a film, Werner tries to pretend as if nobody is around but him and the actors.”
That the film is very suspenseful and gripping shows how much all the crew's opinion really mattered. The article is long, but a hoot.

April 14, 2007

Paradise Lost 2: Revelations

Not as good as the original, as instead of a mystery and trial, we get the appeals, the new lawyers, the West Memphis 3 support group, and lots more of prime suspect (at least to viewers) Mark Byers, whose personal tragedy has only increased his very theatrical delusions of granduer. I checked up on the case after finishing this and found that last montth the case may come to trial again based around new DNA evidence, so that's exciting. However, I am now very tired of the Metallica song that is central to both films. Yes, we get it. 

Photographed by mills70

Gimme Shelter

The Maysles Bros' 1970 doc on the Stones' ill-fated Altamont free concert. Why use the pigs, man, when the Hells Angels can provide security? Why indeed? Apart from the death o' the 60s, the film also reminded me of how this was the birth of many things I don't like about live concerts:
1) Threatening bearded people
2) People who should not be naked dancing around naked
3) People insisting I share their high with them
4) People who think I came to the concert so they could stage dive/crowd surf on my face
5) General aggressive dumbness
6) Hippies -- why oh why are you still with us?
Best moment of the film, performance wise is not the Stones--they just seem to be plowing ahead, playing the hits--but Tina Turner stroking her mic stand like it's a long tumescent johnson. Yowee. 

Photographed by mills70

April 09, 2007

Grindhouse

A good time at the flix, esp. if you like gore, guns, and gals, and not in that order, although you do wonder what kind of films these guys will make when they're 60. I could imagine Tarantino becoming so esoteric and stuck in the '70s films he plainly loves that he disappears up inside himself. Other observations:

1) Let's hear it for Buellton! The car chase was shot just over the hill here in the Santa Ynez Valley.
2) As Tarantino gets older, he begins to look like Bill O'Reilly
3) Eli Roth's preview was the worst. He's the true inheritor of Hershell Gordon Lewis, misogyny on down.
4) "Machete" was the best preview, in tone and feel. Runner up was Edgar Wright's "Don't"
5) Loved the "Missing Reel"s
6) Zoe the stuntperson transcends the film. She's truly kick-ass. 

Photographed by mills70

April 05, 2007

Hot Fuzz

No sophomore slump for Edgar Wright and Nicholas Pegg. After a rather straightforward opening, the film kicks into high comedic-action gear and the homages and tributes start a-comin'. But the filmmakers never forget to keep the action film business first--and as such it's actually quite exciting, just as Shaun of the Dead didn't ignore its prerequisite zombie violence. Great amount of cameos, too.
I saw this as part of a sneak preview press screening at the Plaza de Awful I mean Oro. 

Photographed by mills70

Paradise Lost

Absolutely engrossed in this from start to finish, this doc from 1996 about a 1993 murder of three second-graders in West Memphis, Arkansas. The suspects, three outcast kids, look like scapegoats because of their Metallica t-shirts and their anti-social behavior. Yet, they never really seem too bothered about their fate, like it's just one more slight the community have visited upon them. An updated Salem witch trials? The ending leaves with waaaay more questions than answers. 

Photographed by mills70

April 01, 2007

The Films of Kenneth Anger, Vol. 1

Cripes, it's *ten* years since Constance Penley's Experimental Film class at UCSB. I sat in on it b/c my friend was taking the class and what I saw there blew my mind. I'm still recovering (I may never recover).
So finally Fantoma put these out on DVD, with Anger's own commentary (needed on symbolically obscure films like "Inauguaration of the Pleasure Dome"). They look beautiful, from the woozy focus and outre sexual fantasies of "Fireworks" to the color explosion of "Pleasure Dome". I stole a heap of stuff for "nowhereland" and it was cool to go back and see what I had taken (I had forgotten). 

Photographed by mills70

March 30, 2007

No Direction Home

Four-hour Scorsese documentary on Bob Dylan, from his beginnings to the motorcycle crash. By the end of the 1966 tour you can see that Dylan wants out out out. Everybody wants something from him, the press want to pick him apart, the folkies want him to give up the electric, the pop people want a hit, the hipsters want salvation, the peaceniks want a poster boy.
Great footage, great obscurities. You can forgive Dylan for never reaching the heights of Bringing/Highway/Blonde again. That Dylan crashed along with the motorcycle. 

Photographed by mills70

March 29, 2007

Beau Travail

Claire Denis' super odd version of Billy Budd, which (unfortunately, I can hear Mr. C say) contains some of Benjamin Britten's tuneless opera of the same name (although, to be fair, it sorta works here). French Foreign Legionaires exercise, fight, iron shirts, and not much else under the Djibouti sun. Mesmerizing, elliptical. Very strange ending too. 

Photographed by mills70

March 25, 2007

Avenue Montaigne/Orchestra Seats

Mildly amusing romantic comedy of a young country girl coming to the big city o' Paris and becoming entangled in three mid-life crises of the mildly and/or extremely rich. Just okay, I thought. On the other hand, a bit actress with one major scene, Annelise Hesme, was stunningly attractive. 

Photographed by mills70

March 24, 2007

Water Drops on Burning Rocks

Two words: Ludivine Sangier. The French Scarlett Johannsen, just with less clothes. Francois Ozon's 2000 film is based upon an unpublished Fassbinder play, and he's kept the 1970s German setting and all the funky furniture. A very oddly directed film that shows how you can make one apartment look like a hundred different locations.
And Ludivine is only in the second half of the film, but, well, you'll understand when you see it. 

Photographed by mills70

March 14, 2007

Critical Mass!

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I tried to add some movies to my Netflix and got this message! D'oh! I have since deleted a few (on the saved/upcoming/never-will-come-out list), but mostly I need to start watching more.

That magic number by the way is...500 movies.

September 15, 2006

1,000 Cars

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Man hacks a video racing game and populates it with 1,000 cars, then lets them go at it. Complete, beautiful mayhem follows, all set to a Moby song. Ace!!

July 24, 2006

Sketches of Frank Gehry

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Dir. Sidney Pollack
2005
My friend Mr. C invited me out to see this film which he needed to review.
I haven't been a fan of Frank Gehry, but I was willing to give the film a try. Hey, convince me, right?
But I got the distinct feeling over its 90 minutes that both supporters and detractors of Gehry, and Gehry himself, were talking a load of balls. Sidney Pollack, who directs and interviews and is one of Gehry's longtime friends, is probably the most interesting person here, as he brings his concerns about art and filmmaking to the interviews, trying to find similarities to filmmaking.
We hear from architectural critics and artists (including Julian Schnabel looking like The Dude in a robe and sunglasses), CEOs and museum directors. But who we don't hear from are the people who have to live and work in these buildings. Is it well designed for humans? Is it convenient? Does it leak? Is it comfortable? Does the sun refract off of the side of the building and incinerate some office drone's head?
Basic questions like these are not only absent here, but absent from most writing on it, and one of the problems that has beset architecture since the anti-human scourge of Le Corbu and modernism.
From the film, it looks as though Gehry works in paper, glue, and crumpled plastic, then a warehouse full of designers and engineers bring his collage-like whims to reality. It looks like the easiest job in the world if you can just get away with it. As Mr. C said, you get the feeling Gehry is pulling a fast one. This is often leveled at many artists, but with a Damien Hirst you can take it or leave it. It's not like one has to weigh the options of having a sheep in a tank of formaldehyde in the living room. But people have to live in these buildings. When critics go on about how Gehry takes risks, my initial thought was "Do I want to live in somebody else's risk?"
With numerous shots of blank walls that come down to the curb with no public access and of teeny weeny heads seemingly lost among the metal, one has to wonder where humans have a place in Gehry's work. If they do, you won't know it from this film.

May 31, 2006

Art School Confidential

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Dir. Terry Zwigoff
2006
Like Ghost World, "Art School Confidential" started as a Daniel Clowes comic in Eightball,
but unlike the first narrative, which played itself out over several issues, this was a one-shot, a blast of vitriol aimed directly at the author's own years at the Pratt Institute (we are told, anyway). Teamed up again with Terry Zwigoff, the film molds the screed out into a narrative of sorts, but lacks the warmth or empathy of Ghost World.
It could be that Clowes is much more sympathetic to the girls of Ghost World, but when faced with a male character, more of his self-loathing enters the picture. The Clowes stand-in, Jerome is a good draftsman and illustrator when he gets to art school. His life studies are the best in class. But this is not what art school is about--it's about coming up with a gimmick, sucking cock (as an old, jaded artist played by Jim Broadbent tells him), and working the gallery scene (which I suppose is just more cock-sucking).
Meanwhile there's a strangler on campus claiming lives, a beautiful model (Sophia Myles) to become obsessed about, odd teachers to please (John Malkovich), and assorted character types to react to (my favorite: the Kevin Smith-like film student).
If only Jerome wasn't such a pushover. He's easily led by both instructor and mentor, and in the end isn't even producing his own art (a plot development that feels too much like Enid's ending gambit in Ghost World). I know that Clowes' idea of irony, but if a lot of the best comedy comes out of desperation, Jacob isn't desperate enough.
Now, while watching the film, I laughed and laughed. It is funny, and the scapel-like wit that disects its supporting cast never lets up. But at the end there's not much left to feel.

X-Men : The Last Stand

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Dir. Brett Ratner
2006
As a comic reader (never enough $$ to be a collector) as a kid, my love for tragic stories probably comes from the Dark Phoenix saga of the X-men.
Not that I could ever buy that particular "death of Jean Grey" issue, but I could make out what I had missed in the lead-in and the aftermath. It was also their handling of the death later on that turned me against superhero comics right around age 16.
So I do have a soft spot for the X-Men. The fact that Jean Grey could not control her powers, destroys a planet in a frenzy, and is then sentenced to death, finally sacrificing herself lest her lover and her friends step in to stop justice from proceeding, gave me a little look into themes that would be dealt later in more adult literature (though writer Chris Claremont is responsible for a lot of Marvel's maturity). A tragic flaw that cannot be rectified with anything other than death--it paved the way for me to read Hamlet later in high school, etc.

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May 30, 2006

Doctor Who - The Idiot's Lantern

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Written by Mark Gatiss
2006
A great period setting--the Queen's coronation, 1953--and a bit of retro technofear (new televisions as alien conduit) make this episode one of the better ones.
The Doctor and Rose land in London to way too many TV aerials and a electronics dealer, Magpie, selling them off to families for a pittance. It's for the Coronation, but surely not everyone on the block needs one? Plus, black police cars are pulling up in front of residences and taking people away, bundling them into the back seat with blankets over their heads.
Turns out an alien force is using the televisions to reach out to the viewers and suck their faces off (a nice, frightening touch), leaving a blank zombie behind. One who's already had their mug wiped is the grandma of a young boy, son of a nationalist bully father and a dominated mother. The Doctor arrives just in time to sort out the alien's plan and to provide some needed family counseling.
Idiots Lantern moves quickly, but it doesn't stay in the memory. For every creepy moment (those blank faces give me the willies), there's a cheeseball one--the alien, in the form of a kindly female BBC announcer, screaming HUNGREEEE!!! FEEEEED MEEEEEE!!! when it was much neater when she remained kindly (and evil).
Best of the supporting bunch is Ron Cook as Magpie, who does the alien's bidding to keep his face. The more he realises the alien's true plan (maximum viewership during the coronation broadcast means the best time to suck all of Britain's faces off) the more torn and disgusted with himself he becomes.
But so many things make no sense. We see that Magpie has sold TV sets to everyone on the street. But surely the point of setting the story during the Coronation is that very few people owned a set and so block parties (like the one we see at the end) were centered around only one television. Less televisions, more concentrated viewers. The story indicates that Magpie is only selling televisions in this neighborhood, instead of all over Britain. So are there thousands of Magpie-like men over Britain? And why does the alien suck people's faces off before the big day? As a snack, perhaps? Like the Cybermen story last week, budget constraints limited the vision, but surely some of this could have been dealt with by some dialog. Why does this alien choose this one, small shopkeeper to do her bidding? I get the feeling that a lot of this was written out in rewrites.
Next week: Shrimp-headed monsters in space.

Shohei Imamura dead at 79

Two obits in a row--I better write some jollier entries. Imamura was one of the masters of the Japanese New Wave. I highly recommend "The Pornographers" and "Insect Women" from his classic early period.
Two-time Cannes winner Shohei Imamura dies at 79

May 25, 2006

Doctor Who - Rise of the Cybermen/The Age of Steel

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Writer: Tom McRae
2006
The first two-parter of the season "Rise of the Cybermen/The Age of Steel" brought back an old nemesis
(one of the least interesting, in my book) and tried to rework some modern magic on them. I found the episodes only mildly successful, mostly because of its pretensions of scope and its inability to provide the visuals or ideas to match. Instead of following the mythology--cybermen, hailing from Telos, invading planets and such--the script posits an alternative universe where Cybermen are invention by a mad CEO of a telecommunications company. Played by wheezing, scene-chompiness by Roger Lloyd Pack, John Lumic desires to evolve and escape from his wheelchair-bound, terminally ill state. (Though I have to give Mr. Pack credit for saying he created the character based on Donald Rumsfeld.)

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May 10, 2006

Storyville

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Dir. Mark Frost
1992
A steamy belch of bayou gas, Mark Frost's Storyville features senators behaving badly, lawyers acting erratically, and judges packing heat. A story this silly could only come out of the fevered dream of New Orleans, and Frost is working from a novel called Juryman by Frank Galbally and Robert Macklin. I assume he was faithful, because I can't find anything about the book on the web.

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May 09, 2006

Best of Youth

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Dir. Marco Tullio Giordana
2003
Spanning four decades in the life of one Italian family, Best of Youth recreates the depth and psychological breadth of a fine novel.
It's also compulsive viewing, though I spread its six-hour length over a few days. And to talk about what happens in the film would ruin your potential enjoyment of its character development and plot twists (which are often sudden and shocking).
But essentially we have two brothers, Nicola (Luigi Lo Cascio) and Matteo (Alessio Boni), who we join as they are about to graduate from college in the early 60s. Along with two of their friends, they have a great European trip planned. Nicola is the studious one, Matteo is the impulsive one, though even at the beginning, they share each others qualities. The trip goes awry--Matteo, who is volunteering at a psychiatric hospital, rescues a young female patient,Giorgia (Jasmine Trinca), convinced she is being tortured with electroshock therapy. The two friends go on ahead, while the two brothers abscond with the girl to return her to her family in the north. Yet, that doesn't work out either, in surprising ways, and Nicola winds up being the only one to really travel outside the country, up to Norway.

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May 08, 2006

Doctor Who - The Girl in the Fireplace

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Written by Stephen Moffat
2006
At last. Finally. An episode of Doctor Who that can stand up with the best from Season One.
The Girl in the Fireplace looked like it was going to be a typical "run away from mechanical monsters" story in the preview, but Stephen Moffat's script managed to be a thoughtful piece about time and love.
The Doctor and companions land on a 51st century spaceship that contain time portals into 18th century France. Why and how are discovered over the course of the episode, but at the center is, Reinette, a young girl who will grow up to become Madame de Pompadour, mistress to the king. She also believes, when the Doctor enters her room via the fireplace that he is her imaginary friend come to rescue her from the monster under the bed, a V-for-Vendetta style clockwork robot, all that's left of the ship's crew.
The Doctor's trips back and forth between the ship and France are only minutes, but each window is another stage in Reinette's life. Like Sarah Jane Smith last week, the madam waits for the Doctor to return to save her from the moment when the robots return at age 37 to claim her head.
Now, there are lots of unexplained facts and plain plotholes in this episode (why do the robots have to watch her evolve? Why can't they just skip ahead to age 37? Why can't Reinette just leave the palace and get out of danger? Why is there a white horse wandering the spaceship?) but in this dreamy episode all this is secondary to the love that builds between the Doctor and the rapidly aging mistress (again, reflecting what was said last week to SJS about watching companions age). She has spent her life waiting for these brief moments of pleasure, while the Doctor must choose between traveling through time or resigning himself to a temporal existence (much like a Greek Gods desire to become mortal) for love. We know what the end result will be, yet Moffat manages to wring as much pathos and sadness out of the Doctor's decision (and his equally rash return to the spaceship).
Rose and Mickey are essentially marginalized for the majority of the episode, which is a weakness. Some stories really only belong to the Doctor. But the irritating breakneck pace of the earlier episodes is gone and the same amount of time delivers the kind of bittersweet emotion that School Reunion should have had.
Next week: Cybermen!

May 03, 2006

Marebito

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Dir. Takashi Shimizu
2004
Made in conjunction with one of Tokyo's film school's and starring Shinya Tsukamoto,
better known as a film director of Tetsuo: Iron Man, Marebito successfully marries Japanese grunginess with a particular brand of early 20th century Lovecraftian horror. It's a relief to see that this was shot by the same director of (and at the same time as) the U.S. remake of The Grudge, and that Hollywood hasn't gone to his head. Instead, this is a creepy, shot-on-several-kinds-of-video story.

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May 01, 2006

Doctor Who - School Reunion

Written by Toby Whitehouse
2006
Ironically, on the weekend the Beeb broadcast this latest Doctor Who episode,
America's Sci-Fi channel was finally getting around to showing "Father's Day," one of the best episodes of the first season, and one of the best--dare I say--of all Doctor Who. Ironic in that I so wanted "School Reunion" to at least aim for the emotion of that episode, knowing that it would be bringing back former assistant Sarah Jane Smith (Elizabeth Sladen), and well, it comes up short.
The plot was straight out of Rodriguez' "The Faculty," with a school overrun by aliens in teachers' clothing. There's some mysterious oil, a supercomputer, large bat creatures, and a headmaster who is cartoony evil. For 45 minutes, it still feels rushed, leaving out the usual Tardis-landing, where-are-we introduction. Instead, The Doctor and Rose are already in place, working undercover in the school as a teacher and a school lunch lady respectively. Then Sarah Jane Smith turns up as an investigative reporter and the episode heads towards its emotional core.
"I waited for you, all these years!" Sarah says to the Doctor, and fans will remember how she was dropped back off on Earth, suddenly after the Doctor was called to Gallifrey alone. Trouble is, every time the story turned dramatic (ie. interesting), some silliness intervened, including being attacked by giant bats and such. Rose's kneejerk jealousy was a bit too obvious, especially after her character's development last season, which suggested that her mind had expanded beyond her time-and-space-bound earth perspective. The same goes for the little bitch-fight the two assistants have later. ("I saw a werewolf!" "Well, I saw the Loch Ness Monster!" etc.) It was cute, but designed purely for fans. Much better was the Doctor having to defend why he changes assistants over the years--it was suddenly brutal and harsh and Rose was taken aback.
Maybe it's too much of me to ask for more drama in a sci-fi serial, but go back and rewatch "Father's Day" and be amazed at how much emotion (and time-paradox goodness) is packed into a simple siege scenario.
The last five minutes, though, nearly made up for it, with a final goodbye insisted on from Sarah, and K-9 returned to its mistress. Silly tin dog.
Surely this story deserved a two-part arc?

April 24, 2006

Doctor Who - Tooth and Claw


Written by Russell T. Davies
2006
Much better. This week's episode was staple Who fodder, nothing more, nothing less,
but unlike New Earth (which Davies also wrote), it got to show us the rapport between Rose and the Doctor. The episode did start out with a quite rubbishy prologue, wherein an order of monks take over a large Scottish estate. For whatever reason, these Scottish monks, circa 1879, go all Shaolin on the poor servants, in a hastily shot fighting sequence that was five years too late to be cool, and had no later bearing on the plot. Couldn't they just have been evil monks with guns?
But after that, we have the Doctor and Rose planning to send the Tardis to 1979 to see Ian Dury and the Blockheads perform. Wouldn't most of us, if we were companions use the Tardis for this kind of historical journey? Why would I want to go see the Battle of Hastings? I'd probably get hurt. So anyway, they undershoot by a century and join Queen Victoria, who is journeying north and has to stay in the creepy, monk-overrun estate. The monks are intending to release a werewolf they both worship and carry around in a crate and hope that a bite will carry on the lycanthrope gene to the monarch. The episode features a CG wolf in the house, a few moments of scary "it's quiet, too quiet" suspense, and the Doctor thinking on his feet. So as I said, pretty simple. The pre-werewolf man, with his solid black eyes, was actually creepier than the wolf--too bad we only saw a little bit of him.
Most enjoyable was the waggish banter between the two leads, which reminded me a bit of the "above it all" attitude of the Tom Baker years. Yet, there's always a dose of reality around the corner to put Rose (and by extension the Doctor) in her place.
If I remember rightly, both the first and second episodes of Season One (or Season 27 for you purists) were just okay, so hopefully we'll really be getting to the meat of the season soon enough. Next week's episode promises a reunion with former companion Sarah Jane Smith.

April 20, 2006

Doctor Who -- Season Two Begins!

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Episode One - "New Earth"
Written by Russel T. Davies
The new season of Doctor Who, with David Tennant as the Doctor, started this Saturday in the UK,
and through the help of the Internet, I was able to see it soon after. (Sorry, SciFi Channel, you took too long to get Season One screened--with commericials, too!)
The stopgap "Christmas Invasion" episode, back in Christmas, was a nice intro to the new Doctor, but I expected a bit more from this opening episode. As it was, "New Earth," was, well, kinda...balls. In one of those desperate attempts to begin with a bang, the episode chucked all sorts of half-baked ideas into a blender and hoped excitment would result. Body shifting! Old enemies! Zombies! Cat-women nuns! Fresh fruit! Yet, as the show progressed, the plot became sillier and sillier. The Doctor and Rose land on "New Earth" (set up after the Earth dies in Season One), but don't go explore this new society. Instead they go to a megaplex hospital and split up (of course). Turns out that major diseases are being cured (ahead of what the Doctor knows of Earth history) because the guardians of the hospital are harvesting clones that they inject with "all major diseases" and, uh, harvest the antidotes? The Doctor objects on the grounds that clones are people too and the last 1/3 of the episodes find all the disease ridden zombie-clones escaped and touching people. Ewww!
Sorry, but if I capsule any more of the episode, my brain will collapse. Suffice to say that the episode had two saving graces--seeing Tennant's new Doctor (great except for a tendency to explode into shouty shouty anger, bad writing to blame) and Rose acting all saucy (after the body swap with someone more shameless--Billie Piper managed the personality changes well).
Season One was so great last year, some of the best television in 2005, that I hope this is just a misstep. Next week promises Queen Victoria and werewolves. Better be good, guys!

Downfall

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Dir. Oliver Hirschbiegel
2004
Downfall reenacts, in excrutiating and claustrophobic detail, the last days of Hitler,
hiding out in his Berlin bunker as his dreams of the Third Reich fell around him and the Russian front got closer.
Yet it's not a solitary piece--who would want to be with Hitler for more than two hours of screen time?--so Oliver Hirschbiegel's film follows other characters, the young and wide-eyed secretary, Frau Junge (who became the subject of "Blind Spot", and the source for much of what happened in the final days), a doctor who has to help the wounded civilians, though the country itself is bleeding internally, black-marbled eyed loonball Joseph Goebbels (and his infanticidal wife, Magda), who will stay by his Fuhrer no matter what, and Eva Braun, glassy-eyed, still trying to live in the dream her dear Adolph has created. There's also a host of famous and not-so famous Nazis making an appearance: Albert Speer, Heinrich Himmler (beating out even Hitler for worst hair award), and Goering, who is a blink-and-you'll-miss appearance.
But the center is Bruno Ganz's Hitler. Hard to believe this is the same actor who plays the angel in Wings of Desire, but there you go. The worry (from some critics) about playing Hitler as a human (which he was) and not as some cartoon monster is that, like all supervillains, audiences will come to sympathize with him. But Ganz and the movie are too clearheaded, and the script objective when it needs to be, that the effect is what it should be: watching a madman in his final days come up against painful reality. Hirshbiegel saves his empathy for those caught up in the conflict, such as the Frau Junge and a young Hitler Youth who gets the sense knocked into him very quickly after surviving the Russian shelling. The real Junge, in a clip taken from "Blind Spot" that ends the film, makes sure that we don't absolve her too much, noting that Sophie Scholl was the same age as her. "I could have found things out, if I had wanted to," she says.
The DVD had a perfect 5.1 sound mix, which even on my cheapo "home theater" was very impressive, shocking during the above ground bombardments and scary during the underground sequences, and deep thuds fill the front and back speakers. Very cool.
Anyway, for an unnerving look at a nation falling into madness and coming completely unhinged, Downfall is highly recommended.