The Intouchables is the second most popular movie of all time in France – and it’s easy to see why. It’s an odd couple comedy that’s a real crowd pleaser.
A very, very rich French aristocrat has become a quadriplegic due to a hang gliding accident and hires a Senegalese good-for-nothing street hood as his caregiver. The plot, really just a series of set pieces, mines familiar territory as the poor guy learns about living in a mansion (see Down and Out in Beverly Hills) and revitalizes the rich guy’s zest for living. But it’s really well done and very funny.
The rich guy is played by the great Francois Cluzet (Tell No One), who gives a tremendous performance using only his head and neck. Omar Sy plays the poor guy and actually edged out The Artist‘s Jean Dujardin for France’s top acting award last year; that’s hard to figure, but Sy is very funny in The Intouchables. Overall, it’s a very satisfying comedy.
Somehow, this comedy gem never earned a theatrical release, despite winning the low budget award at Sundance. A decent guy is serving out his drug sentence and has a day job as a locksmith on work release. He is determined to keep his nose clean and not get in any more trouble. He meets a kooky gal, who – despite his resistance – introduces all kinds of chaos into his life. The Locksmith was originally titled Homewrecker.
If it had been released into theaters, I think that this working class comedy would have become a real crowd pleaser. Fortunately, it’s now available from Netflix.
Prometheus is a striking and well-acted sci fi adventure with a horror film tinge. What you want in a sci fi movie is cool alien worlds and cool alien creatures – and, for that, it’s hard to top director Ridley Scott, who made the classic sci fi thrillers Blade Runner and Alien (as well as Gladiator, Thelma & Louise and Black Hawk Down).
In Prometheus, there is a space mission to find out if a species of aliens created us and returned to their world in another solar system. The mission successfully finds the answer, finds the aliens and finds some terrifyingly lethal space monsters.
Don’t think too much about the premise. The movie is a little ponderous when it drills down to the existential questions here. We’re far better off enjoying the cool visuals and just rooting for the good guys to escape the space monsters. And the space monsters are damn scary. The final sequence, however, makes the inevitable sequel all too obvious.
If you’re looking for a girl that can take a licking and keep on ticking, you can’t do any better than to cast Noomi Rapace, the star of the Swedish The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo series. As the lead scientist on the mission, Rapace needs to survive a an impressive series of perils, including an alarming self-surgical procedure.
Michael Fassbinder is even better as an android with punctilious correctness and insincere charm, which some reviewers have compared to the computer Hal in 2001: A Space Odyssey.
Idris Elba (The Wire) is also notable because he plays the commander of the spaceship more as a tugboat captain than Captain Kirk. Guy Pearce plays the elderly mogul who is financing the mission; distractingly, he is apparently wearing the same makeup as Dustin Hoffman did to play 121-year-old Jack Crabb in Little Big Man.
Sci fi is not one of my favorite genres and I won’t recommend it as a “must see” to a general audience, but if you’re a sci fi fan, then by all means, see Prometheus.
3D or not 3D? If you’re gonna see Prometheus, I’d recommend forking over the premium and seeing it in 3D, especially for some scenes in which Fassbender’s android activates some floating holographic images in the alien HQ.
Your Sister’s Sister wastes a promising premise and the talents of three good actors, one of whom gives a superb performance.
A young man (Mark Duplass) is grieving a loss and his friend (Emily Blunt) suggests that he spend some time at her family’s remote island getaway cabin. Unbeknownst to them, her sister (Rosemarie Dewitt) is already staying at the cabin. The guy and the sister get drunk on his first night at the cabin, and the friend shows up unannounced the next morning. Each of the three does not know a key fact about the other two. So far so good.
In fact, it’s an excellent dramedy for two-thirds of the movie until the sister bursts out with something like, “I wouldn’t have [spoiler] if I knew that [spoiler]”. At this point, writer-director Lynne Shelton runs out of creativity and resorts to the dreaded musical interlude, in which each of the characters stomp or bike through the rainy Northwest as the music swells to set up an ending that drew loud derisive hoots from the theater audience.
Too bad, because the actors are very good. Mark Duplass plays the smart, talented, underachieving, goofy and sweet big lug usually played by Jason Segal or Seth Rogen. Emily Blunt plays the sarcastic, funny, smart, vulnerable and adorable cutie usually played by Emily Blunt. But Rosemarie Dewitt creates a wholly original and utterly authentic character that looks like a real person, someone we know in real life. All of her actions and reactions are completely authentic, whether she’s drinking way too much tequila, pondering her failed relationship or tasting her own vegan pancakes. Dewitt was also very good as Rachel in Rachel’s Getting Married, and her performance is so good in Your Sister’s Sister that I can’t wait to see her on screen again.
Turner Classic Movies is broadcasting the under appreciated Fat City (1972) on June 18. Stacy Keach plays a boxer on the slide, his skills unraveled by his alcoholism. He inspires a kid (a very young Jeff Bridges), who becomes a boxer on the rise. Keach and Susan Tyrrell give dead-on performances as pathetic sad sack barflies. Tyrrell was nominated for the Best Supporting Actress Oscar.
The great director John Huston shot the film in Stockton, and Fat City is a time capsule for the Central Valley in the early 70s.
In the wistfully sweet and visually singular Moonrise Kingdom, two 1965 twelve-year-olds fall into profound platonic love and run away together, with a cadre of sadly weary adult authority figures in comic pursuit. Director Wes Anderson has had some quirky hits (Bottle Rocket, Rushmore) and some quirky misses (The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou), but he’s always original. This is a hit.
While very funny, the story is deeply sympathetic to the children. As Andrew O’Hehir of Salon.com put it,
Yes, Anderson’s principal subject, and arguably his only subject, is the collision between the emotional lives of adults and children and the paradoxical tragicomedy it can so often produce. But if Anderson’s adults yearn for the comparative simplicity of childhood while his children long for the big, important feelings they believe (wrongly) go with growing up, that in itself is a distinctly adult perspective.
We know that we’re watching something unique from the very first shot, in which the camera swivels to show each room in a home as family members enter their spaces and define their relationships to each other. As The Wife, pointed out, we look into the family home as would a child looking into a dollhouse.
In a year that is especially rich with able child film actors, the kids here (Jared Gilman and Kara Hayman) are excellent. Bruce Willis, Ed Norton, Bill Murray and Frances McDormand are also very good as the sad, burnt-out adults. Tilda Swinton and Harvey Keitel show up briefly in broad comic roles.
Since Moonrise Kingdom is set in 1965, Baby Boomers will appreciate the Mad Men moments – a portable record player, a coonskin cap and adult indifference to a kid simultaneously holding lighter fluid and a flaming torch. The girl’s books have cover art typical of the era’s quality young fiction (a la A Wrinkle in Time).
This is an excellent movie – and one that you haven’t seen before.
Let There Be Light is an extraordinary documentary about WW II soldiers being treated for psychological war wounds. Made in 1946 by fabled director John Huston, Let There Be Light was suppressed by the US military until 1980 and had since been available only in a grainy, almost unintelligible version. Thankfully, it was restored by the National Film Preservation Foundation in 2011, and now can be viewed for free on its website.
Huston followed a group of soldiers as they entered a hospital and engaged in treatment until their release from the service eight weeks later. Huston shot 70 hours of film, which he winnowed down to this one-hour documentary. We see the doctors use individual talk therapy, group therapy, hypnosis and sodium pentathol. We know the condition as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). At the time, it was popularly known as “shell-shock” or “combat fatigue” and termed “psychoneurosis” or “neuropsychosis” by the doctors.
Modern therapists will find the treatment primitive and the movie too optimistic (there’s a sense that everybody is OK after eight weeks in the hospital), but that shouldn’t obscure the compassion of the doctors and the heartbreaking stories of the men. This was a moment in medical history when the public still needed to learn that this was a psychiatric condition, not cowardice or weakness – and that the condition was treatable. The narrator (Huston’s father Walter) repeatedly emphasizes that these men have endured more than any human could be expected to bear.
That Martha Gellhorn was Ernest Hemingway’s third wife only begins to tell the story. Gellhorn’s work as a war correspondent eclipsed Hemingway’s. She was also the only one of Hemingway’s wives to kick his butt to the curb. (A year ago, I had a drink at the Key West bar where Gellhorn, according to local lore, had paid the bartender $20 to introduce her to Hemingway.) In HBO’s Hemingway & Gellhorn, Gellhorn is played by Nicole Kidman and Hemingway by Clive Owen.
Gellhorn once said, “We were good in war. When there was no war, we made our own.” She’s a prototype of a liberated woman and he’s an unreconstructed alpha male preoccupied with machismo, so things are not destined to end well. (Thought: maybe if Hemingway hadn’t thought so much about masculinity, his own masculinity would have been less selfish.)
Theirs is a helluva story, and the movie is an epic. As the story sweeps across the Spanish Civil War, the Soviet invasion of Finland, the liberation of China and D-Day, the 2 1/2 hours goes pretty quickly.
Hemingway & Gellhorn is directed by the great Philip Kaufman (The Right Stuff, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, The Unbearable Lightness of Being). He keeps Hemingway & Gellhorn shifting from color to sepia to black and white, seamlessly mixing in actual historical footage and inserting the characters Zelig-like into the documentary stock.
Kaufman lives in the Bay Area and shot Hemingway & Gellhorn’s Key West, Havana, Carnegie Hall, Finland, Germany and Spain scenes in San Francisco, San Rafael, Livermore and Oakland.
I enjoyed seeing it once, but it’s definitely not a “can’t miss”, and I’m having difficulty putting my finger on why that is. My guess is that the screenplay lingers on the Spanish Civil War a little too long and then brings on Hemingway’s dissolute period too abruptly. The acting and the direction are just fine.
Our favorite alien-zapping secret agents return in the delightful Men in Black 3. We still have the yapping Will Smith paired with the Titan of Terseness, Tommy Lee Jones. In this edition of the sci fi comedy franchise, Smith must travel back to 1969 to save his partner and the world from a new odious and scary alien villain, Boris The Animal. We get a Mad Men size dose of 1969, including Andy Warhol’s Factory, the Miracle Mets, the Moon Launch, some hippies and lots of skinny neckties.
The cast is all good, but the most inspired casting has to be Josh Brolin as the young Tommy Lee Jones. Michael Stuhlbarg, last seen as the uptight depressive in A Serious Man, here almost steals the movie as a blissed out but hyper-perceptive alien. Michael Chernus, so good in a serious role in Vera Farmiga’s Higher Ground, is excellent as a shady geek. Bill Hader is very funny as Warhol.
I’m usually not one for franchise movies, but MIB3 is gloriously entertaining. I saw it in 2D – you should, too. As with most movies, the 3D premium isn’t worth it.
In the trailer (but not the movie) we briefly glimpse the torch-wielding Columbia Picture lady wearing MIB shades – very cool.
