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After three home runs I expected “Anora,” Sean Bakerâs newest movie, to leave the ballpark, especially after it won the Palme dâOr at Cannes. But itâs just a triple. I donât know why baseball seems like such an apt metaphor for Bakerâs oeuvreâthis movie literally has nothing to do with Americaâs pastime. (Also, the Yankees lost the World Series in pretty humiliating fashion this year, so maybe Iâm just coping with that.) Still, itâs hard to think of another 21st century director who has delivered so consistently over the past decade, and so I guess in a way Baker seems like an incredibly gifted athlete. Anyway!
âAnoraâ is oddly a ton of fun despite its thoroughly disheartening subject matter, mostly due to star Mikey Madisonâs riveting, sympathetic portrait of an erotic dancer who gets involved with the son of a Russian oligarch, only to be pulled back from the edge of a life-changing union with brutal suddenness. Of course thereâs a lot of enjoyment to be had thanks to Bakerâs generous, humanistic storytelling instincts, especially in the way he allows Madisonâs Anora and a motley crew of handlers to scramble all over south Brooklyn on a haphazard manhunt. This manic chase is driven more by the charactersâ inner compasses than by plot contrivances that demand them to be in certain places at certain points in the story, as lesser movies would dictate.
This organic quality is key to Bakerâs stories, but it falters here more than it has in the past, first in a subplot intended to humanize a would-be thug in Anoraâs orbit that signals its intentions too loudly, too obviously and too early. More glaring is a third act appearance by the aforementioned oligarch and his wife, who seem to be annexed from another kind of movie entirely; theyâre almost utterly devoid of the naturalism and humanity that Baker consistently bestows on virtually all of his characters. In truth the third act feels surprisingly lethargic as a result, but nevertheless Baker and Madison deliver a stunnerâa home run, if you willâof an ending. Itâs a virtually wordless scene that communicates untold volumes of emotional depth with shocking efficiency. I felt sincerely moved by it.
Roundup
Hereâs the full list of all twelve movies that I saw in October. This is the latest in my monthly round-ups of what I watch. You can also see everything I logged in September, in August, in July, in June, in May, in April, in March, in February, in January, and summaries of everything I watched in 2023, 2022, 2021, 2020, 2019, 2018, 2017, and 2016. Also, you can always keep up with what Iâm watching by following me on Letterboxd. In fact you can click the titles below to see the capsule reviews Iâve written there for just about all of these films.
âReality Bitesâ (1994) â ½ Rewatched. I like almost everyone involved in this movie, but I hated this when it was released and I still hate it now.
âCity Lightsâ (1931) â â â â ½ A long series of beautiful gags from Charlie Chaplin and then a final scene of such wonderful, exquisite tenderness and human understanding that feels as emotionally impactful as almost anything the cinema has ever produced.
âMr. Kleinâ (1976) â â â â Alain Delon gets caught up in a Vichy-era case of mistaken identity that gets more and more terrifying with each scene. A disturbingly effective reminder of how fascism has no sympathies, and also a really, really depressing movie to watch this election season.
âRoxanneâ (1987) â â â ½ Rewatched. Steve Martin is still radiant in this adaptation of the Cyrano De Bergerac story that feels more idyllic than ever, mostly because it exists entirely before the Internet.
âRepo Manâ (1984) â â â This cult classic starring Emilio Estevez as a punk turned repossession agent is all verve and attitude, like a downtown art performance in the Reagan 80s. Still effective despite a scattered script.
âRed Rocketâ (2021) â â â â Director Sean Bakerâs follow up to âThe Florida Projectâ is even more vibrant and alive in a way that most movies canât even dream of being. Its story is genuine and hilarious and then, before you realize it, mortifying.
âModern Timesâ (1936) â â â â Rewatched. Charlie Chaplin makes a delightful romp out of a distressingly bleak worldview.
âAnoraâ (2024) â â â ½ Also a ton of fun despite thoroughly disheartening subject matter.
âRed Roomsâ (2023) â â â ½ A Quebecois serial killer thriller à la âZodiac,â but updated with dark web vibes and technophilic verisimilitude. Gripping and disturbing.
âSaltburnâ (2023) â An overly long, poorly calculated class drama from Emerald Fennel. Its biggest goof is assuming that audiences can find professional weirdo Barry Keoghan to be sympathetic.
âChristmas in Julyâ (1940) â â â A pretty cute Preston Sturges fairy tale handicapped by two unremarkable leads. Genial but sleight compared to the directorâs other works.
âWoman of the Hourâ (2023) â â ½ Anna Kendrickâs directorial debut truly understands how women experience physical threat, but that core is surrounded by a shambles of plot threads and context setting.
Demi Moore is fantastic in director Coralie Fargeatâs “The Substance”âI guess? The actor has received tons of accolades for her unflinching turn in this satirical take on women aging in the entertainment industry. Itâs a brave performance but itâs hard to really appreciate it, frequently obscured as it is by Fargeatâs bellicose direction, which loudly announces and belabors every thematic point it makes.
The first half, which works as a contemporary twist on âThe Picture of Dorian Gray,â is a highly stylized, music video-like immersion in absurdity. The arch lens of Terry Gilliamâs âBrazilâ comes to mind, except Fargeatâs manner is insanely didactic and really, really boring.
The second half becomes an extended indulgence in body horror, and not being a fan of that subgenre I feel unqualified to judge it. So the only comment I can really offer here is that it goes on for a long, long time, as if the director is determined to rub the audienceâs faces in the grotesquerie of our collective ideals of female beauty. Does it go on too long? Probably. But again, if thereâs a legit intellectual argument to be made for the value of just grossing the hell out of people, Iâm not the one to make it. For what itâs worth, the vulgarity of Fargeatâs movie is far more interesting than the stylish set up that precedes it. I just wouldnât want to watch any of this again.
Roundup
Hereâs the full list of all twenty-one movies that I saw in September. This is the latest in my monthly round-ups of the movies I watch. You can also see everything I logged in August, in July, in June, in May, in April, in March, in February, in January, and summaries of everything I watched in 2023, 2022, 2021, 2020, 2019, 2018, 2017, and 2016. Also, you can always keep up with what Iâm watching by following me on Letterboxdâwhere Iâm also writing tons of capsule reviews.
âDriveâ (2011) â â â ½ Rewatched. This is the last time Nicholas Winding Refnâs directorial voice was completely convincing.
âThe Lady Eveâ (1941) â â â â â Rewatched. No matter how many times I see this Preston Sturges masterpiece, every plot twist, every character beat, every sideways glance from this incredible cast of one-of-a-kind mugs and dames is a complete surprise.
âDaveâ (1993) â â â â Rewatched. A normal guy accidentally becomes POTUS. Made in the 90s but as fanciful, corny, open heartedâand wonderfulâas something from Hollywoodâs golden age.
âLa Chimeraâ (2023) â â â â Rewatched. Spent a lot of this viewing admiring the craft, the changes in aspect ratio and film stock, and the expert layering of visual motifs and thematic hints throughout.
âThe Nestâ (2020) â â ½ Jude Law and Carrie Coon in a glossy melodrama about how aspirations to wealth tear a family apart. It neither goes anywhere surprising nor unearths anything revealing about greed, ambition or its 1980s setting.
âPrometheusâ (2012) â ½ Rewatched. I remembered this âAlienâ prequel was dumb and itâs still dumb (like, really dumb!) but I had forgotten how slick the production design is. As dumb as it is, it looks just as great.
âRebel Ridgeâ (2024) â â â â Director Jeremy Saulnier, of âBlue Ruinâ and âGreen Room,â gives us his take on a Jack Reacher tale. An uncommonly judicious revelation of an action movie.
âLady Birdâ (2017) â â â ½ Rewatched. Thereâs enough that this movie gets right that it can be easy to overlook how much of it is pretty rote and underdeveloped. Thatâs less true on a second watch, I found.
âThe Palm Beach Storyâ (1942) â â â I watched this in an effort to recapture some of that spark from “The Lady Eve,” and it feels like director Preston Sturges was trying to do the same.
âThe Devil (Probably)ââ (1977) â â â First of all, terrific title for this deep dive into nihilism by Robert Bresson. The movie itself is occasionally fascinating but often looks and feels like dramatic posing in the style of fashion magazine ads.
âThey All Laughedâ (1981) â â ½ Director Peter Bogdanovich tries his hand at a madcap romantic comedy where everyone is in love with everyone else. Frustrating.
âThe Substanceâ (2024) â â ½ This satire of the fight against aging makes for a dynamite theater experience, mostly when it turns into an ecstatic indulgence in body horror. But overall itâs not a great movie.
âEasy Streetâ (1917) â â â ½ An early Charlie Chaplin short that dives into poverty and policing, but hilarious.
âThe Adventurerâ (1917) â â â Charlie Chaplin combines two set pieces in one and goes from convict to country club.
âPolite Societyâ (2023) â â A UK-set, South Asian take on a âCrazy Rich Asiansâ-style cultural romp, a âScott Pilgrimâ-style action comedy, and a âGet Outâ-style horror satire. It really has no idea what itâs doing most of the time.
âRebel Ridgeâ (2024) â â â â Rewatched. Lost a bit of its electricity on second viewing but the tapestry of its story is even richer.
âWitness for the Prosecutionâ (1957) â â â ½ Very entertaining if a bit hokey courtroom drama from the pen of Agatha Christie. The real pleasure is Charles Laughtonâs performance: haughty, extravagant, delightful.
âAnd Then There Were Noneâ (1945) â â â ½ An early adaptation of Agatha Christieâs best story that runs just ninety-six minutes but still somehow feels more satisfying than most contemporary movies manage with runtimes of two-plus hours.
âThe Verdictâ (1982) â â â â ½ Rewatched. A finely calibrated courtroom drama written by David Mamet, directed by Sidney Lumet and starring a rundown Paul Newman in one of his best roles, with a phenomenal closing monologue.
âThe Battle of Algiersâ (1966) â â â â Searing, indelible portrait of the horrors of a revolution.
âBlade Runner 2049â (2017) â â â â Rewatched. The more I watch this, the more I realize how much better it is than the originalâby just about every measure. Except for having a terrible Jared Leto performance.
Itâs true that as humans we retell the same stories endlessly, but the Walt Disney Corporation has transformed this instinct into serpent that eats its own tail. When the studio reenacts their animated versions of folk tales with live actors, retread epics from a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, or build interconnected cinematic universes out of decades-old comic book arcs, the ânewâ movies that result are not made in the grand storytelling tradition of yore, where timeless themes are reimagined for new audiences, with new ideas. Rather, Disney is selling us the same thing we bought beforeâor more specifically the memory of those things, just repackaged and reassembled.
So when some moviegoersâcranks like meâcomplain about the sameness of these stories that Disney produces, itâs worth pointing out that these are decidedly not genuine attempts to tell new stories that accidentally turned out to be heavily reminscent of their forbears. Itâs probably not even accurate to think of them as films, but rather as new enterprises very purposefully stood up for the specific intent of reminding us how great those previous experiences were. âRemember this?â each movies asks. âWasnât it great? Here it is again.â It’s as if, instead of sending us on a new holiday abroad, theyâre showing us a carousel of vacation slides from great trips we took many years ago. The only ânewâ thing here is the sale of another movie ticket.
Alvarez works diligently to bring back all of the âAlienâ greatest hits, including the grim, working class vibe from original director Ridley Scott, the artillery and pyrotechnics from original sequel director James Cameron, plenty of the biomorphic gore and weirdly sexual fluids from original alien designer H.R. Giger, and more. There are a few new things here but not very many: we get a younger, sexier but not particularly memorable cast; an appalling use of very bad CG to resuscitate a past franchise performer; and one zero-gravity scene that does something genuinely new with xenomorph bile.
Still, replaying old hits interspersed with a few new riffs canât overcome at least one fundamental truth of going back to the same well too many times. Which is to say that, at the point where there are so many sequels in a franchise that many people literally have no idea whether a new entry counts as the sixth or the tenth or whatever, the potential to wow an audience, to really surprise them, is pretty low. For âAlien: Romulus,â this means that as the audience has by now seen the alien so many times, has become so familiar with its beats and tricks, that itâs just not very scary anymore. The xenomorphs that appear in this movie are grotesque and frightening, but they donât feel new or viscerally dangerous anymore, largely because Alvarez is more focused on recreating the letter of his original templates than he is able to capture their spirit. All of the requisite hallmarks of what made âAlienâ so distinctive are here, to be sure, and theyâre all presented with adequate competency and in the expected order. But aside from a handful of jump scares, the characters on the screen seem to find the monster much scarier than I did. Itâs hard to make a good horror movie when you donât nail the horror.
Roundup
Hereâs the full list of all twenty-two movies that I saw in August. This is the latest in my monthly round-ups of the movies I watch. You can also see everything I logged in July, in June, in May, in April, in March, in February, in January, and summaries of everything I watched in 2023, 2022, 2021, 2020, 2019, 2018, 2017, and 2016. Also, you can always keep up with what Iâm watching by following me on Letterboxdâwhere Iâm also writing tons of capsule reviews.
âArmy of Shadowsâ (1969) â â â ½ (contains spoilers) Saw a restoration of this Jean-Pierre Melville classic about the French resistance in World War II. Itâs frequently brilliant, but at 145 minutes, frankly gets a little boring.
âBaby Driverâ (2017) â â ½ Rewatched. Edgar Wrightâs rockânânoir riff isnât bad, but it is airless and very, very obvious.
âDìdi (å¼å¼)â (2024) â â ½ First-time director Sam Wangâs coming-of-age story about a Chinese-American pre-teen in early 2000s, suburban California has a great lead actor in Izaac Wang. But heâs dragged down by a supporting cast of paper-thin characters and a pretty sappy final act.
âThe Underneathâ (1995) â â â â Rewatched. An early Soderbergh thatâs largely been forgotten (in fact itâs only available as a DVD extra on the reissue of âKing of the Hill,â another early film from the director). Its noir stylings are practically anachronistic (it is a remake of the classic “Criss Cross” after all) but I really dug it.
âEileenâ (2023) â More neo-noir, this time served up with a huge helping of melodrama, and starring Anne Hathaway and Thomasin Mackenzie. Unremarkable until a ridiculous third act that no oneânot the leads, nor the directorâknows how to navigate.
âPerfect Daysâ (2023) â â â ½ Widely praised Wim Wenders meditation on the contentment found late in life by a lonely cleaner of public restrooms in Tokyo. Beautiful but surprisingly plot-ty.
âFuriosa: A Mad Max Sagaâ (2024) â â â â Rewatched. This viewing, I was blown away by the ambition and delivery of Chris Hemsworthâs performance.
âAlien: Romulusâ (2024) â â ½ Re-heated leftovers from a franchise thatâs gone on way too long.
âLa Chimeraâ (2023) â â â â An exquisite, richly textured storytelling feat from director Alice Rohrwacher, that takes its time revealing itself, in the best possible way. A real delight.
âGoldenEyeâ (1995) â â Pierce Brosnanâs first outing as 007 is exactly what the producers ordered, no more and no less.
âThe Godfatherâ (1972) â â â â â Rewatched. Showed this to my daughter, who at the thirty-minute mark asked, âIs there a plot or is this just a bunch of Godfather stuff?â Immensely satisfying to share this with someone whoâs never seen it before
âMidnight Runâ (1988) â â â â Rewatched. Every time I rewatch this sparkling, hilarious, briskly paced, impeccably constructed road movie I feel like I need to watch it even more.
âLove Lies Bleedingâ (2024) â ½ For a movie that purports to show us rare truths, everything about this ersatz 80s neo-noir feels really fake.
âDead Poets Societyâ (1989) â â ½ Rewatched. Robin Williamsâs careful, tender [[] is what makes this movie rise above its treacly, prestige-fare pretentions.
âManhattan Murder Mysteryâ (1993) â â â â Rewatched. A barrel-of-monkeys murder mystery thatâs also a lovely time capsule of early 90s New York City, without the tourist traps and postcard landmarks.
After a pretty rough start to the summer movie season, “Deadpool & Wolverine” rode into theaters to save the box officeâand exhaust the heck out of me.
The continued success of Deadpool as a product is a symptom of something really, terribly wrong with our culture. Itâs a sign that we all think that if as consumers we âself ownâ with some meagre level of irony it somehow negates the fact that corporate culture has supplanted real art. Thatâs not just capitalism but capitulationâitâs worse! Objectively, demonstrably worse! Itâs like weâre all trapped in a horrible shopping mall and someone offers to show us how to escape, but the escape route is really just a soulless shopping spree in that same godforsaken shopping mall.
Itâs disheartening to the extreme, but I couldnât figure out whether it was better or worse that Hugh Jackman, bless him, was honestly trying to deliver a real, honest-to-goodness, thespian performance. He wasnât just cashing a paycheck (here Iâm looking askance at Wesley Snipes) or trying to skate by on his flagrantly limited range (and here at Mr. Ryan Reynolds). No, Jackman was taking the whole thing rather seriously and legitimately working his butt off to deliver bona fide pathos. I felt so sorry for him. All heâs got to show for this miserable medicine show is tons and tons of money.
I also asked myself, âWait a minute. Is this any worse than a Mad Magazine spoof?” I came to the conclusion that yes, it is worse, because you can read a Mad Magazine spoof in about five or ten minutes. This movie actually runs thirty-eight hours and seventeen minutes, if you measure it by the years off of your life that it takes.
Roundup
Hereâs the full list of all twenty-two movies that I saw in July. This is the latest in my monthly round-ups of the movies I watch. You can also see everything I logged in June, in May, in April, in March, in February, in January, and summaries of everything I watched in 2023, 2022, 2021, 2020, 2019, 2018, 2017, and 2016. Also, you can always keep up with what Iâm watching by following me on Letterboxdâwhere Iâm also writing tons of capsule reviews.
âBlue Steelâ (1990) â â Itâs hard to take the idiotic script for this policier by director Kathryn Bigelow very seriously, but ultimately one has to respect how seriously Bigelow herself takes it.
âFuriosa: A Mad Max Sagaâ (2024) â â â â Rewatched. While my family went to see âInside Out 2,â I took a moral stand and went to see this a third time instead.
âSecondsâ (1966) â â â ½ The third in director John Frankeheimerâs so-called âparanoia trilogyâ asks how a middle-aged white guy might live his life if he could start it all over again. First half convulses with energy like a downed power line. Second half loses its way. But the whole thing was shot beautifully by cinematographer James Wong Howe.
âThe Karate Kidâ (2010) ½ I convinced my kids to watch this and we all regretted it.
âThe Asphalt Jungleâ (1950) â â â â â Rewatched. One of the urtexts of film noir. Saw it projected in a theater for the first time. Brilliant.
âThrow Downâ (2004) â â A beautifully shot, ornately digressive and ultimately confounding Hong Kong action movie thatâs also a tribute to friendship, the works of Akira Kurosawa, judo, and, uh, Gillette razors.
âTargetsâ (1968) â â â Peter Bogdanovichâs debut movie is horrifying tale of mass murder and an aging Hollywood star. Clearly influential for Quentin Tarantino, though itâs not nearly as memorable.
âThe Driverâ (1978) â â â â A stripped down thriller with some of the best stunt driving Iâve ever seen and the heart of a meditative drama from Bresson.
âThe Three Musketeersâ (1993) â â Very, very nineties, but if youâre willing to excuse that, and turn off your brain, itâs kind of fun.
âCrime Storyâ (1993) â â Jackie Chan tries his hand at a gritty, serious police drama, but it feels like heâs stifled and held back, until it feels like heâs yearning to be in a Jackie Chan movie instead.
âTwistersâ (2024) â â ½ I never intended to see this but sometimes you just go see a âTwisterâ sequel whether you like it or not.
âThe Big Chillâ (1983) â â â â People seem to hate this movie but itâs got a great script and great performances and itâs about human beings. Can we have more like this?
âMissingâ (1982) â â â â ½ A stunning, stunning political thriller that turns into a wrenching personal drama, from notoriously thoughtful lefty director Costa-Gravas. Recommended.
âBonjour Tristesseâ (1958) â A pretty dimwitted, preachy melodrama thatâs a low point for director Otto Preminger. But its greatest offense is a really, really bad poster from Saul Bass.
âKing of the Hillâ (1993) â â â An early drama from Steven Soderbergh about a young boy left to fend for himself in a Missouri hotel room in the Depression. Shows plenty of promise, but the director canât quite tip it over into a true classic.
âThe Trip Across Parisâ (1956) â â â Two strangers haul four suitcases full of black market pork across occupied Paris in 1942, starring Jean Gabin. Genial if a bit moralistic.
âThe First Slam Dunkâ (2022) â â â ½ I did not know that a high school basketball game could be animated as beautifully and with as much emotional resonance as it is in this Japanese anime.
âSorcererâ (1977) â â â â ½ Rewatched. Director William Friedkin does so many things right, makes so many impeccable choices, pulls off so many artistic triumphs, itâs almost unbelievable that this masterpiece exists.
âThe Beastâ (2023) â â â A truly bizarre, often adventurous, mostly but not entirely successful hybrid of costume drama, horror, future shock and Lynch-ian weirdness from director Bertrand Bonello.
âOut of Sightâ (1998) â â â â ½ Rewatched. This tirelessly charming, consistently inventive crime caper may be Steven Soderberghâs greatest achievement.
You mightâve missed writer-director Francis Galluppiâs debut feature “The Last Stop in Yuma County” when it rolled out direct-to-video not long ago and without a ton of fanfare. Even if you had heard about it you might not have paid much attention anyway, unless youâre particularly attuned to new instances of noir-ish, Coen Brothers-esque indie fare. But seeing how this kind of thing is squarely in my wheelhouse, when I heard that it was a better-than-average example of a noir-ish, Coen Broethers-esque indie film, I rented it straightaway. And itâs really good! Given its lack of recognizable stars, obviously limited budget and not particularly original premiseâa group of strangers converge on a diner and encounter a pair of criminals and some really bad luckâitâs far better than it has any right to be. If youâre at all sympathetic to the admittedly old-fashioned notion that âa good time at the moviesâ can be had from watching a bunch of normal people pitted against their worst instinctsâwithout a happy endingâthis might be one for you.
On the other hand, if gentle-hearted affirmation of the value of platonic friendship is more your thing, you might be more interested in Pablo Bergerâs animated adaptation of “Robot Dreams,” originally a graphic novel by artist and writer Sara Varon. The virtually dialogue-free film is a Spanish-French co-production, but itâs also one of the most poetic odes to pre-9/11 New York City that youâre likely to see. The story, which revolves around a friendship between an anthropomorphic dog and a robot, takes place in Manhattan in the 1980s, and the level of faithful urban details it reproduces from that era is extraordinary. The drama itself is similarly loving; it renders its characters and their caring friendship with tremendous sympathy and affection without resorting to the maudlin tactics common to less inspired animated movies. Had the movie run about fifteen or so minutes shorter, it couldâve been a masterpiece, but as it is, itâs still well worth a watch.
Roundup
Hereâs the full list of all eighteen movies that I saw in June. This is the latest in my monthly round-ups of the movies I watch. You can also see everything I logged in May, in April, in March, in February, in January, and summaries of everything I watched in 2023, 2022, 2021, 2020, 2019, 2018, 2017, and 2016. Also, you can always keep up with what Iâm watching by following me on Letterboxdâwhere Iâm also writing tons of capsule reviews.
âThe Last Stop in Yuma Countyâ (2023) â â â ½ A handful of strangers stuck at a diner encounter some terrible luck in this debut from director Francis Galluppi that far exceeds expectations.
âThe Hudsucker Proxyâ (1994) â â â â Rewatched. Completely on point send-up of late 1930s screwball comedies, even if it oddly sets its action two decades too late.
âTopkapiâ (1964) â ½ Extremely zany 1960s heist movie that is so listless and meandering itâs hard to believe itâs from Jules Dassin, director of the magnificent “Rififi.”
âFuriosa: A Mad Max Sagaâ (2024) â â â â Rewatched. On second viewing, this is an even richer movie and more clearly its own artistic statement rather than just a sequel to a masterpiece.
âMothra vs. Godzillaâ (1964) â So bizarre in so many ways that youâre almost beguiled by its randomness, but itâs just not that fun.
âHit Manâ (2023) â ½ A perfectly fine premise from a revered director somehow gets reduced to a steaming pile of mediocrity.
âHeathersâ (1989) â â â Rewatched. Its surreal, daydream-like vibe is still a very effective grounding for a very dark tale of high school angst and morality.
âMad Maxâ (1979) â â â ½ Rewatched. I previously underestimated this movie. The filmmaking and craft here are all raw but visionary.
âMad Max 2â (1981) â â â â Rewatched. Still stunned by the leap of faith that director George Miller took to get from the very first âMad Maxâ movie, which was by comparison just a sketch, to this bracingly crafted, fully realized vision. Incredible work.
âRobot Dreamsâ (2023) â â â This delightful, hand-drawn adaptation of a graphic novel is a rare expression of genuine belief in the value and difficulty of platonic friendship, and an ode to the lost New York City of the pre-9/11 years too. Almost a masterpiece.
âAll of Us Strangersâ (2023) â â â A gay man meets a new lover and revisits his parents at the same time in this beautifully made but thickly precious weepie. The ending is a bit of a head scratcher but the real achievement here is Andrew Scottâs performance.
âMad Max: Fury Roadâ (2015) â â â â â (contains spoilers) Rewatched. This is my eighth time watching this! And yet it was a very different experience revisiting it after âFuriosa.â
âA Little Romanceâ (1979) â â ½ Two young kids in late 1970s Paris fall in love and run off together in a proto-âMoonrise Kingdomâ from director George Roy Hill. More charming than it is actually good, though.
âMad Max Beyond Thunderdomeâ (1985) â â ½ Rewatched. The other Mad Max movies get better with each viewing but Iâm sad to say this one gets worse.
âHearts Beat Loudâ (2018) â â ½ Couldâve been called âA Very Brooklyn Christmas,â even though it doesnât take place at Christmasâitâs just so peak-boro. But itâs also kind of winning, with two lovely lead performances by Nick Offerman and Kiersey Clemons as a father and daughter who start a band together.
âDead Men Don't Wear Plaidâ (1982) â ½ A valentine to black and white noir from the 1940s that gets flattened out by all the technical contortions it goes through to pay homage to those films.
âZolaâ (2020) â â â â Terrific, blast-of-energy filmmaking enlivens a crazy Twitter-thread about two exotic dancers on a road trip. I really dug this.
The takeaway from the May box office was that it was a disaster. Receipts were down by almost a third compared to the three years leading up to the pandemic, a frightening statistic for anyone worried about the future of movie theaters.
Iâm pretty cynical about this stuff and my natural instinct would be to declare that âThe general public just isnât interested in quality movies.â The reality though was more nuanced than that. Yes, a number of less-than-good movies seemed to have performed decently, e.g. âIFâ and âThe Garfield Movie,â neither of which Iâve seen but, really, who really needs to actually see these? “Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes” also did well, and while I actually liked this one, Iâm not sure its success is owed to its provocatively ambiguous ideas about humanity as much as to the fact that it has apes on horseback kicking ass.
Itâs also true that some well-reviewed films missed the mark, like “The Fall Guy” and “Challengers.” I did see both of those and while I thought they had their merits, neither of them was an outright home run. Personally I would have liked to see them do better business, but the fact that they didnât earn gobs of money does make a certain amount of sense.
The one that really disheartened me was the frankly terrible box office for George Millerâs âFuriosa.â In hindsight this newest entry in the four decade-long series was always going to be a tough sell, as itâs a prequel to Millerâs âFury Roadâ made without that filmâs two leads. Itâs also an extremely difficult task to follow such an iconic movie; against all expectations, âFury Roadâ became one of the most beloved and well-regarded masterworks of the 21st Century. You canât make a follow-up with the same characters and in the same universe without inviting direct comparisons.
Despite all of that, âFuriosaâ is much more than just a weak echo in its franchise chamber. It crackles with an energy and life thatâs rare in movies of any era. The explosive stunt work and practical effects alone, always a hallmark of this franchise, both reach new heights, and the movie explores its post-apocalyptic landscape with greater depth and nuance than weâve seen before. There were many moments watching âFuriosaâ when I just shook my head in amazement at the sheer audacity and invention on display. Miller, at a sprightly seventy-nine years old, is still bursting with wild, unprecedented ideas that he somehow turns into cinematic reality at a rate that most filmmakers less than half his age couldnât dream of.
This prequel is not, however, perfectânor is it even as nearly perfect as its predecessor was. You can find many detailed arguments online about how it falls short in its protagonistâs motivations, in its use of computer graphics, in its inability to resolve the cul-de-sac nature of the prequel form, and more. I find some of these criticisms valid and others not so much, but for me none of them dilute the worth of this film. Itâs still a towering achievement that thrilled me to my bones. So long as heâs making films at this level, so long as heâs aiming as high as he is, I regard it as a privilege to be here for whatever Miller puts on the screen. Put another way, even the paintings that Picasso made after “Guernica” are still Picassos.
Roundup
Hereâs the full list of all twenty-two movies that I watched in May. This is the latest in my monthly round-ups of movies Iâve been watching. You can also see everything I watched in April, in March, in February, in January, and summaries of everything I watched in 2023, 2022, 2021, 2020, 2019, 2018, 2017, and 2016. Also, you can always keep up with what Iâm watching by following me on Letterboxdâwhere Iâm also writing tons of capsule reviews.
âGodzillaâ (1954) â â ½ Itâs easy to see how this original, the one that started a decades-long franchise, was startling and novel, and in the detailed miniature work that the rubber-suited Godzilla stomps all over it does retain some of that fascination, but as a narrative itâs pretty humdrum.
âBrief Encounterâ (1945) â â â â Rewatched. Showed this incandescently romantic, post-War fairy tale to the family. Half of them adored it, the other half said it was boring but good. So, a win, I guess?
âKnife in the Waterâ (1962) â â â This early directorial effort from Roman Polanski, in which three basically unlikable people go for a boat ride together for no discernible reason, is really well made but also kind of dumb.
âMikey and Nickyâ (1976) â â â John Cassavetes and Peter Falk in a brutal character study of two friends on the fringes of the mob, directed by the legendary Elaine May. Beautifully shot, but itâs a showcase for some uneven acting more than a triumph of screenwriting.
âThe Rainmakerâ (1997) â â Someone told me this movie was good. I donât think that personn really understands what it means to say a Francis Ford Coppola movie is âgood.â This is not a âgoodâ Francis Ford Coppola movie.
âChallengersâ (2024) â â ½ I donât like director Luca Guadagninoâs movies but the first half of this was great. And then itâs just really not great at all, and in the end I hated it.
âThe Fall Guyâ (2024) â â â This incredibly okay movie shouldâve found a bigger audience, but then what do I know?
âThe Breaking Iceâ (2023) â â â Three listless twenty-somethings wander an unsympathetic town in northern China looking for cheap thrills, personal connection and free flowing liquor. Except for its setting, near the border with North Korea, this is stuff weâve seen before many times, which isnât to say itâs bad, really.
âKingdom of the Planet of the Apesâ (2024) â â â ½ This latest installment in the long-running series traffics in an unexpected amount of ambiguity that may or may not be intentional. Either way, I enjoyed it way more than I expected, which is usually the case with this franchise that often under-promises and over-delivers.
â12 Angry Menâ (1957) â â â â ½ Showed it to the family and they agreed: itâs a feat that director Sidney Lumet packs so much goodness into a one-room drama that runs only ninety-five minutes long. A true masterpiece.
âA Matter of Life and Deathâ (1946) â â â ½ A whimsical take on the afterlife and how orderly, polite and very English it is, by the legendary duo of Emeric Pressburger and Michael Powell. Worth it mainly for the immense scale of the fanciful setsâjaw dropping.
âFuriosa: A Mad Max Sagaâ (2024) â â â â This will forever live in the shadow of its predecessor, which is fair but also unfair. Itâs imperfect, but itâs also a stunning work on its own.
âEscape from the Planet of the Apesâ (1971) â If the idea of a movie about futuristic apes time traveling back to 1971 sounds dumb to youâreally dumbâthen you know what you need to know about this third installment in the original pentalogy.
âConquest of the Planet of the Apesâ (1972) â â â I almost skipped this because of how bad its immediate predecessor was, but itâs an entirely different animal, no pun intended. Dark, hellishly modern and cynical, this is among the best of the whole franchise.
âThe Stingâ (1973) â â â â ½ Rewatched. Every detail sparkles with a halcyon glow, like an old 78 rpm record buzzing with warm crackles and pops. A marvelous entertainment.
âGoâ (1999) â â Rewatched. Once this struck me as amusing. Now this post-âPulp Fiction,â nonlinear, hipster comedy from the nineties feels hollow.
âTori and Lokitaâ (2022) â â â Another cavalcade of bad news from the Dardennes Brothers, masters of these sympathetic portraits of those left behind by contemporary social systems. This is powerful, but I really have to wonder whether itâs feeding a jaundiced Western stereotype.
âFerris Bueller's Day Offâ (1986) â â â â Rewatched. Structured so ingeniously and elegantly, it feels like comic music.
âThe Souvenir: Part IIâ (2021) â â â â Joanna Hoggâs follow up to her 2020 masterpiece “The Souvenir” is a sequel that no one expected or even asked for, but itâs a triumph. We get all of the naturalistic stylization of the original, plus a shockingly deft foray into a fantastical blurring of the line between fiction and filmmaking.
Like a lot of people, once I saw the trailer for Alex Garlandâs âCivil War,â a dystopian thriller set in a near future America where factions of oddly aligned formerly-united states turn the country into a battleground, I just dreaded it. It seemed oddly insensitive to the current political climate where known insurrectionists are running for office openly and shamelessly. The scenes shown in the previews suggested that Garland was using the prospect of Americans being actively, militarily at one anotherâs throats as a provocative backdrop for some kind of artistic statementâitâs hard to tell what kind of statement from just a trailer, but whatever it might be, it seemed potentially exploitative if not inflammatory. I found myself asking whether we really needed a movie like this at this time?
When I saw it in theaters last month I realized that in the same way that this review Iâm writing is not really a complete, coherent review, Alex Garlandâs latest movie is not a complete, coherent movie. To be fair, âCivil Warâ is a far better movie than this is a review; itâs bracingly paced, full of furious tension, and it features on its soundtrack two tunes from legendary psych-rock pioneers Suicide. But itâs also not much of an artistic statement. It is, as I suspected, exploitative, but itâs also so sleight in its willingness to make any kind of artistic statement, much less a political one, that it feels less inflammatory than it does dismissible.
The first two-thirds are basically an echo of the script Garland wrote for the now-classic zombie movie he wrote two decades ago, â28 Days Later,â but set in a civil war. In fact, watching this new film itâs sometimes difficult to remember that itâs not a zombie movie at all, so familiar are all of us now to scenes of abandoned, war-scarred American landscapes as settings for stories of the undead.
The only thing that really reminds us that this is a different kind of movie altogether is the exposition that sets up, in the scantest of detail, the forces at play in this war. That, and all the energy spent explaining what Journalism is and how Journalists practice it. The experience of those reporting on the war, particularly those who photograph it, is what Garland is primarily interested in here and not the war itself. As such, he spins a quest narrative that allows the three journalists at the center of his script to make Garlandâs points about the importance of their workâwith surprisingly clunky, exposition-laden dialogue. Iâve watched plenty of movies that have done far worse jobs using their characters as mouthpieces for their ideas, but for a filmmaker as controlled and precise as Garland, this seemed unexpectedly creaky.
The last third of the movie is much, much better, but then the climatic battle that comprises it is mostly just an extremely well executed action set piece that takes place in Washington, DC. Garland does manage to let his characters shine in the last act more than in the first two, but overall he does little to explore who they are or what makes them complex beyond their single, defining character traits: jaded angst (Kirstin Dunst), macho thrill-seeking (Wagner Moura), sage wisdom (Stephen McKinley Henderson, superb as always) and naked ambition (Cailee Spaeny). These performers all do the best they can but theyâre trapped within their thinly written roles.
In fact, the meager character development joins a list of Things that Garland Is Conspicuously Not Interested in Examining. Other items include the relevance of an imagined civil war to the real world circa 2024, and the impact of such a conflict on civilians. This unwillingness to draw parallels between his fictional world and the red and blue state divide in contemporary America has been widely debated of course, and many have found fault with Garland for this. As artistically evasive as this creative decision is, it doesnât even bother me all that much, to be honest. What does really grate on me is that Garland seems to have shockingly limited interest in what he professes to be examining: the actual journalism itself.
The movie is focused almost exclusively on the vicarious thrill of shadowing combatants in wartime, but it flagrantly tunes out aspects of that practice like, for example, the ethics of embedding with armed forces, the process of turning observation and photographic images into actual stories, the role of those stories in the way war unfolds, and the impact of those stories on the world at largeâand weâre not even mentioning the existential question of whether journalism as a trade is even viable anmore. Thatâs a really extensive list of things that Garland excuses himself from addressing, and the film is noticeably poorer for it. Ultimately, âCivil Warâ turns out not to be as inflammatory as I expected; because of all the things it shies away from, it ends up being mostly forgettable.
Three Indies
I had considerably more fun watching a handful of small-scale indie films that I would heartily recommend to anyone whoâs looking for low-stakes productions that actually manage to put forward distinctive artistic statements. “Late Night with the Devil” is an imperfect but boldly unique horror film thatâs set, of course, in the world of 1970s late night talk shows. “Molli and Max in the Future” is a âWhen Harry Met Sallyâ-style, off-the-wall and very endearing romantic comedy set in outer space. And “Hundreds of Beavers” isâ¦itâs just insane and itâs hard to believe it exists, or that anyone really had the wherewithal to make it, especially on a tiny budget. I watched it twice! You should watch it at least once.
Roundup
Hereâs the full list of all nineteen movies (twenty, if you count my second viewing of âHundreds of Beaversâ) that I watched in April. This is the latest in my monthly round-ups of movies Iâve been watching. You can also see everything I watched in March, in February, in January, and summaries of everything I watched in 2023, 2022, 2021, 2020, 2019, 2018, 2017, and 2016. Also, you can always keep up with what Iâm watching by following me on Letterboxdâwhere Iâm also writing tons of capsule reviews.
âThe Hunt for Red Octoberâ (1990) â â â â Rewatched. Read the book in high school and thought it was garbage but the movie at least is an unimpeachable example of plot construction and breathless pace.
âThe Girl Who Leapt Through Timeâ (2006) â â â Lovely time loop-themed film from Mamoru Hosoda, director of âWolf Children,â who brings a wonderful mix of clarity and abstraction to his remarkably precise anime style.
âLa Haineâ (1995) â â â â Brutal, raw, frequently dreamlike banlieu tale set the morning after a ghetto riot on the outskirts of Paris. Clearly indebted to Leeâs âDo the Right Thingâ but also fully its own expression.
âRolling Thunderâ (1977) â â â Tarantino is a huge fan of this grindhouse pic thatâs really a haunting character study. Fascinating in its balance of those two sensibilities, but otherwise itâs not much more than perfectly okay.
âDie Hard 2â (1990) â ½ Rewatched. Schlocky and slack in all the ways that its predecessor was brainy and taut, this is a movie that thinks acknowledging its own absurd, craven existence earns it some kind of pass on being a patently absurd, craven cash grab.
âDie Hard: With a Vengeanceâ (1995) â â ½ John McTiernan, the director of the original “Die Hard,” comes back to show everyone how itâs done. It actually works really, surprisingly well for a good stretchâuntil it doesnât.
âAfter Lifeâ (1998) â â â ½ Like the title says, this is a supposition of what happens after you die, by Hirokazu Kore-eda, a master of humanist storytelling. Its fantastical premise is executed with extraordinarily simple, even rudimentary staging, which is amazing for a long time. Then it kind of drops the ball with a too convenient, late inning reveal that lets down what came before it.
âLate Night with the Devilâ (2023) â â â ½ A brash B-movie that tries to recreate the feeling of late night television, circa 1977, in the form of a supernatural horror thriller. Not fully successful, but a lot of fun.
âThe Thomas Crown Affairâ (1999) â â â ½ Rewatched. A brisk romp, never boring for a moment, and reasonably clever about the heist antics at the center of its corny romance.
âMolli and Max in the Futureâ (2023) â â â ½ Another ballsy indie film that does a lot with its tiny budget and an extra-large helping of hilarious ideas.
âBirthâ (2004) â â â I had no idea this 20-year old Jonathan Glazer psychodrama was so high concept. For a while itâs convincingly gripping and Glazer really ratchets up the tension. But by the end it canât escape how goofy it is.
âSpirited Awayâ (2001) â â Rewatched. This movie feels completely empty to me.
âNow You See Meâ (2013) â â Rewatched. This movie is unabashedly dumb, makes no sense and even undercuts the craftsmanship of real world magicians. But I somehow donât hate it.
âBlue Beetleâ (2023) â â This movie was always going to be bland. But director Angel Manuel Soto nevertheless managed to smuggle in a true Latinx sensibility into what is really no worse (or better) than any number of post-âIron Manâ derivatives. That counts as progress too, I guess.
âKiss the Blood Off My Handsâ (1948) â â â â Black-as-night film noir set in a foggy, damp, post-blitz London that feels like a time warp back to the Victorian area. Starring a radiant Joan Fontaine as a kind of anti-femme fatale, and Burt Lancaster at his brutal best.
âAll Night Longâ (1962) â â â â Rewatched. Saw this strange, jazz-inflected riff on âOthelloâ starring Patrick McGoohan when I was a teenager and it really stuck with me. I was happy to find that it still holds up.
âHundreds of Beaversâ (2022) â â â ½ This microbudget, live-action mashup of silent film-era comedies and Looney Tunes is just off-the charts on the scale of âWhy would anyone make this?!â but itâs amazing nevertheless. Not perfect but highly, highly recommended.
âHundreds of Beaversâ (2022) â â â ½ Rewatched. I thought it was so amazing that I had to show it to my family, and they agreed.
âDeadpoolâ (2016) â Rewatched with my kid, who couldnât stop laughing, which taught me that this movie just isnât for me and thatâs okay. Itâs also okay for me to hate it.
âCivil Warâ (2024) â â â Director Alex Garlandâs provocative, well-made imagining of what most Americans fear (or hope for) isnât the artistic statement that Garland seems to think it is. This is mostly because he seems to excuse himself from really addressing a series of issues and ideas that his exploitative script continually bring up.
Sometimes the best movie experiences are the ones that you go into with few expectations, or maybe even with a bit of reluctance. On a cold, incredibly rainy night in March, the kind of evening where staying warm and dry sounds even better than going to see a movie, my wife and I somehow roused ourselves to trek all the way from Brooklyn to the Upper West Side of Manhattan to see a screening of “The Temple Woods Gang.” This 2022 noir from Franco-Algerian director Rabah Ameur-Zaïmeche was being shown as part of a festival of recent French movies at Film at Lincoln Center, and we went at the suggestion of some friends, not really knowing anything about it.
Ameur-Zaïmecheâs film is a sobering story of a misfit band of losers from a Parisian housing project who conspire to rob what turns out to be an incredibly dangerous victim, and the backlash that ensues. Itâs told with bracing, efficient skill, with little to no exposition in the dialogue, and barebones audioâthereâs no score to speak of. If you eat up this kind of raw, minimalist filmmaking, and I do, then this is for you. At the same time, itâs also humanist and contemplative; the director takes long detours from the plot to linger on quiet moments like an aria at a funeral, a racehorse and jockey rounding the track, an antagonist dancing along with a club deejay, and moreâthese add a real poetry to the violent proceedings. Superb stuff and totally worth the cold temperatures and downpour.
On a different night when I did stay home, my family and I watched Mamoru Hosodaâs 2012 anime film “Wolf Children.” Iâd seen it before and remembered liking it, though it was only on this second watch that I realized what a masterpiece this fantastical story about a young mother raising two werewolves is. For context Iâll offer a hot take on anime: most of it bores me, even the work of Studio Ghibli. Maybe especially the work of Studio Ghibli, which I find to be visually spectacular but thematically tiresome and egregiously incompetent when it comes to character development. Yes, I said it! Anyway, Hosodaâs work, for me, inverts Ghibliâs formula of huge spectacle and thinly drawn characters; what âWolf Childrenâ offers instead is eloquently dimensional protagonists set against a backdrop of quotidian imagery thatâs drawn with such precise, loving care that it becomes fantastical in a way you never knew the world around us could be. Thatâs the kind of animation magic that resonates for me, even if thereâs not a cat-bus in sight.
Roundup
Hereâs the full list of all sixteen movies I watched in March. This is the latest in my monthly round-ups of movies Iâve been watching. You can also see everything I watched in February, in January, and summaries of everything I watched in 2023, 2022, 2021, 2020, 2019, 2018, 2017, and 2016. Also, you can always keep up with what Iâm watching by following me on Letterboxdâwhere Iâm also writing tons of capsule reviews.
âDune: Part Twoâ (2024) â â â â ½ First of three times seeing it in a month.
âFriedkin Uncutâ (2018) â â Despite lots of original interview footage of its subject, this documentary about the life and career of William Friedkin, one of the greatest directors of modern cinema, is not as interesting as the man or his work.
âNight Falls on Manhattanâ (1996) â â â â An underappreciated gem from Sidney Lumet about how a debacle of a police manhunt reverberates through pre-Giuliani New York.
âMad Max: Fury Roadâ (2015) â â â â â Rewatched. This movie is nine years old already and itâs still a miracle, but its scant CG effects are just starting to show their age.
âThe Temple Woods Gangâ (2022) â â â â Steadfastly minimal yet also ardently humanist story of small time criminals in a Parisian banlieue who get in over their heads.
âDune: Part Twoâ (2024) â â â â ½ Rewatched. Second viewing confirmed it for me: this is an honest-to-goodness masterpiece, not just for its spectacle but for the way it peoples its fantastical landscape landscape with authentic, dimensional human characters.
âBeverly Hills Ninjaâ (1997) â ½ Director Dennis Dugan mustâve had to work extra hard to deliver this film with so much incompetence that it manages to blot out all of Chris Farleyâs comic radiance.
âReady Player Oneâ (2018) â â A gigantic misfire from Steven Spielberg thatâs so bad it really made me wonder how the director got so far off track.
âAmandaâ (2022) â â â ½ This is a genial, American-style indie movieâexcept that this time the conspicuously quirky, child-like adult at its center is, unexpectedly, a young woman living in the bourgeois Italian countryside.
âMishima: A Life in Four Chaptersâ (1985) â â â â A beautiful, abstractly constructed biopic of Japanese writer Yukio Mishima from the master of stories about disturbed men with a code, Paul Schrader.
âRiverâ (2023) â â â ½ Another beguiling, gentle time loop comedy from Junto Yamaguchi, director of âBeyond the Infinite Two Minutes.â
âIndiana Jones and the Dial of Destinyâ (2023) â For the rest of their lives, everyone involved in this will have to live with that fact that they were involved with this.
âDune: Part Twoâ (2024) â â â â ½ Rewatched. Even on the third viewing, this gets better and better.
âDuneâ (2021) â â â â Rewatched. Revisited this with my daughter as she got ready to see the sequel.
âWolf Childrenâ (2012) â â â â Rewatched. A sparkling, soulful fantasy about coping with otherness that surprised me the first time and that I felt even more profoundly on this second viewing. It also confirmed for me that I actually can enjoy animeâit usually bores me to tearsâor at least I can when itâs as thoughtful about character development as this one is.
âMiraiâ (2018) â â â ½ From the same director: an anime âWhere the Wild Things Areâ for the 21st Century. Loaded with gorgeously precise, quotidian imagery that comes alive and enters the realm of the fantastical through sheer storytelling, underpinned by deep reserves of empathy for the inner lives of young children.
As the title suggests, Denis Villeneuveâs âDune: Part Twoâ is really the climactic second half of the original book. So it benefits from comprising all of the biggest, most dramatic set pieces that naturally fall into the second half of most novels. Itâs scaled up and larger than âPart Oneâ; its action is more sweeping and it gives you the satisfaction of (more or less) resolving the actual storyline that ended on a cliffhanger in its predecessor.
If you show up at the theaterâan IMAX theater, ideallyâexpecting to see operatic space intrigue, enormous spacecraft, towering explosions and people riding the backs of building-sized sand worms, you get all of this, in spades. Villeneuve is among the most gifted directors working today, and everything he delivers here is in the ninety-ninth percentile of the smartest and more impactful blockbuster filmmaking of the past several decades.
But the movie that the director fashions from author Frank Herbertâs original, already ornate architecture is also much deeper and more complex than both its predecessor and, surprisingly, the source material. Villeneuve makes a series of key choices that decouple his movie from the book, finding ingenious ways to both simplify the many, many ideas packed into Herbertâs prose while also fleshing others out with his uncommon ingenuity and insight.
The script that Villeneuve cowrote with Jon Spaihts tweaks the bookâs twists and turns to offer a more honest truth about the devilâs bargain that the protagonist strikes in order to achieve victory. One of its key methods is to refactor Zendayaâs Chani, elevating the character from a fundamentally inert âgirlfriendâ role into a much more crucial element of the story. In this conception, Chani becomes a unique kind of audience surrogate. Not in the common sense of that role, where a naïve or uninitiated character allows a movieâs script to basically explain the rules of the world to them and, by extension, to those of us watching. Rather, Chani is a beacon for 21st century filmgoersâ skepticism of not just that white savior trope, but also of the kind of cult of personality that fuels the rise of Chalametâs character. Chani is objective, protesting and vocal as events unfold with ominous undertones, and Zendaya, to my surprise, delivers a rivetingly convincing performance. With every line reading, every penetrating stare or glance, she communicates a richly conflicted interiority that propels the counterstory forward. Itâs a remarkable performance that I didnât appreciate for its full artfulness and effectiveness until my second viewing. Yes, I saw it a second time, and it wonât be the last time.
Itâs worth pointing out how significant it is that such complicated performances and ideas are at the heart of whatâs shaping up to be a sizable box office hit. In his weekly box office analysis newsletter FranchisRE, David A. Gross comments on the recent string of disappointing super-hero releases in the context of the success of âDune: Part Twoâ:
With a few exceptions (Star Wars, Avatar), superheroes surpassed science fiction in popularity during their dominant run. In their heyday, superheroes would have scoffed at vulnerable human characters like these. Superheroes donât need gizmos on their nose to survive. They can fly through any atmospheric conditions. They can do whatever they want. Theyâre omnipotent.
But look whatâs happening now. Audiences are connecting with these human, vulnerable faces, while superheroes have grown self-absorbed and detached. âDuneâ is leading with its humanity, while superheroes are having a hard time holding on to theirs.â
Iâm a huge fan of Grossâs sentiment, but Iâm not ready to declare victory just yet. Even if, inspired by âDune,â studios suddenly start greenlighting a series of pensive, complex, people-centered science fiction epics, how do you replicate the once-in-a-generation talent of Denis Villeneuve? Still, we can always hope for better movies because once in a while, as with this one, we actually get them.
Roundup
Hereâs the full list of all twelve movies I watched in February. (Technically I first saw âDune: Part Twoâ on the first day of March, but Iâm sneaking it into this post.) This is the latest in my monthly roundups of movies Iâve been watching. You can also see everything I watched in January, and summaries of everything I watched in 2023, 2022, 2021, 2020, 2019, 2018, 2017, and 2016. Also, you can always keep up with what Iâm watching by following me on Letterboxdâwhere Iâm also writing tons of capsule reviews.
âThe Gooniesâ (1985) â ½ This inane, Spielbergian kids adventure includes a tremendous amount of shouting and is tonally all over the placeâbut some people adore it, for some reason. I donât get it.
âAdventures of Arsène Lupinâ (2004) â Incomprehensible, ridiculous and bombastic rendering of the classic French story of a gentleman thief, but I still watched it all the way through to see Kristin Scott Thomas.
âAmerican Fictionâ (2023) â â â ½ A genial satire about the publishing industry and the market for Black literature. Itâs really more of a comfort than a provocation, but itâs still wickedly funny.
âKillers of the Flower Moonâ (2023) â â â Rewatched. Few people seem to be willing to acknowledge that this Scorsese epic is not just overly long, but also a storytelling mess. Not me, I say it like it is.
âDefending Your Lifeâ (1991) â â â ½ Rewatched. This Albert Brooks comedy about how weâre judged after we die went over my head as a teenager, but I get it now: itâs about being middle aged.
âThe Caine Mutiny Court-Martialâ (2023) â â â A very watchable cinematic staging of the classic play with two fatal flaws: a rocky performance from Kiefer Sutherland and an unwillingness to rethink the playâs dumb ending.
âThe English Patientâ (1996) â â â â Rewatched. An epic romance that has all the signs of the kind of prestige Oscar bait that I normally decry, except in this case itâs somehow extraordinarily good.
âCruellaâ (2021) â ½ Yet another completely pointless bit of merchandising from the genius collective at the Disney marketing department.
âBodies Bodies Bodiesâ (2022) â â â â A horror thriller with a brain, even if it does star Pete Davidson. Sharply executed, bitingly hilarious, and an instant classic.
âThe Beekeeperâ (2024) â Dumb as a box of rocks, obviously, but offers the alluring mystery of trying to figure out whether or not the filmmakers were aware of exactly how dumb?
âOrion and the Darkâ (2024) â â â Charlie Kaufman finally gives the world what itâs been waiting for: an animated kids movie encapsulating all of his neuroses and anxieties.
âDuneâ (2021) â â â â Rewatched. This was my sixth viewing and it was even better than I remembered.
What should we make of “Wonka,” Paul Kingâs completely un-asked-for prequel to “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory”? For many people, Gene Wilderâs original interpretation of the character has achieved iconic status, capturing a kind of whimsy that was cut with an undercurrent of adorable menaceâan utterly unique prism on childhood fantasy. To be honest, I personally donât think very highly of that 1971 adaptation, but I respect how protective so many people have become of its place in culture. And, as a general skeptic of most franchises, neither was I hungry for a new take on the Roald Dahl story. Basically, no one wanted this movie to exist.
But it came into existence anyway and somehow itâs great! Well, maybe not truly great, but director Paul King has apparently mastered the art of overdelivering on suspiciously motivated âintellectual propertyâ adaptations that, in other hands, would almost surely have turned into dreadful movies. âWonkaâ is light on its feet, continually inventive, full of totally enjoyable songs and loaded with great performancesâand itâs only moderately preachy about love, friendship, following your heart, blah blah. Iâm not sure itâs destined for the (deserved) adoration that Kingâs two âPaddingtonâ adaptations came to enjoy, but itâs full of heart and, maybe even more excitingly, shows King growing as a filmmaker. Itâs rare for prequels/sequels like this to leave me excited to see what the director will do next, but this one did that.
Here are all sixteen movies I watched in January.
âDumb Moneyâ (2023) â â â ½ A not bad retelling of the GameStop âstonksâ episode of just a few years ago. Certainly better than recent similar current events fare like “BlackBerry.”
âWonkaâ (2023) â â â â Even devotees of the original might find this one disarming.
âThe Zone of Interestâ (2023) â â â â Like picking up a familiar rock youâve seen a thousand times to examine the underside and discovering a creepy, crawly subculture of mendacious strivers, doing the devilâs dirty work.
âBigâ (1988) â â â ½ Rewatched. Pretty delightful before all the feelings and lessons are learned, but no matter what you think of it, Tom Hanks and Robert Loggia dancing on life-sized piano keys is pure movie magic.
âAre You There God? It’s Me, Margaretâ (2023) â â â Great performances from the two leads in an undercooked adapted screenplay. Feels like a missed opportunity to make a classic film from a classic book.
âRebel Moon â Part One: A Child of Fireâ (2023) â ½ Zack Snyder brought together this cast of mediocre also-rans to make this truly grand expression of idiocy.
âChicken Run: Dawn of the Nuggetâ (2023) â â In all the ways that the original movie was smart, funny and unexpected, this one is not.
âMariusâ (1931) â â â â Lovely, profoundly humanist look at provincial dramaâand comedyâamong a small group of blue collar barkeeps, shop owners and sailors in Marseilles, France.
âFannyâ (1932) â â â â A direct sequel to âMariusâ that somewhat audaciously picks up moments after the original ends. Itâs heavier, but also perhaps more richly written, and itâs delivered by a true ensemble of a cast.
âBaragaki: Unbroken Samuraiâ (2021) â â â ½ A story of samurai trying to hold onto honor in a politically internecine Japan. Honestly, I barely understood what was going on, but it was compelling nonetheless
âThe Killerâ (2023) â â â â Rewatched. Still enjoyed this a lot, but not a masterpiece.
âTheater Campâ (2023) â â â Completely enjoyable farce that betrays its origins as a short. Thereâs not quite enough here for a feature film, but what is here is pretty genial.
âAlbert Brooks: Defending My Lifeâ (2023) â â â Albert Brooks and Rob Reiner talking over Brooksâs career at a dinner, and we have the privilege of being a fly on the wall.
âBroadcast Newsâ (1987) â â â â â Rewatched. Itâs always a joy to revisit this comic classic that feels both like some kind of modern fairy tale and also a brutally honest, almost cynical view of the way the world works. A true masterpiece.
âStand by Meâ (1986) â â â Rewatched. Broadly entertaining but also somewhat false at its center; the kids in this movie act more like an authorâs creations than like real kids.
âInside Llewyn Davisâ (2013) â â â â Rewatched. What a delight to watch the Coen Brothers torture those unlucky enough to be characters in their movies.
This is the latest in my monthly round-ups of movies Iâve been watching. You can also see my year-end summary of everything I watched in 2023, 2022, 2021, 2020, 2019, 2018, 2017, and 2016. Also, you can always keep up with what Iâm watching by following me on Letterboxdâwhere Iâm also writing tons of capsule reviews.