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In German and French. 114 minute running time so at least 20 minutes too long. A romance-mystery of sorts … kind of interesting (set in post-WWI Germany and France) … exploring times when the truth brings more pain than lies … ultimately unsatisfying. Yellow rating.
The great Tal Wilkenfeld (who normally doesn’t sing) and a crew of percussive hipsters:
103 minutes plus 6 minutes of credits, but felt interminable. Impossible to watch without ffwd. About a woman who’s a photojournalist; [spoiler] she commits suicide by head-on collision, leaving behind husband and two young sons.
Completely disjointed, with lots of flashbacks and dreams, etc. The main story is set three years after the crash. The marriage was troubled. The kids are troubled. Dad is a sort of typically weak Baby Boomer type. The high point happened when Rachel Brosnahan (who played Rachel Posner in House of Cards), a former girlfriend of the older boy, flashes her tits, which I believe she also did in HoC.
Heavy on heartstring piano music … these are issues of educated, upper-middle class white people awkwardly dealing with a tragedy, who really gives a shit? You just want to take all the characters in the movie and shake some sense into them.
Red rating, avoid.
In Norwegian. 95 minutes but felt much longer because it’s a talk talk talk movie.
Still on a Joachim Trier kick after enjoying Thelma and not thinking much of Reprise. This movie starred the same kid as in Reprise … this time he’s playing a recovering drug addict from a good Oslo family … there’s a class element to these movies that interests me, but that’s about it. Everyone in Oslo is gorgeous, well, the women are anyway.
It’s another case where the story in the end … it’s just … who cares? Art House stuff. Kid had it all and pissed it away, boo hoo. Loss, guilt, regret, yeah yeah yeah. Not sure why the women all fell in love with him.
There was one scene that I liked where he’s listening in on various inane conversations at the surrounding tables at a cafe, and all his thoughts that life is pointless are confirmed. (One reason I loved living in China was that, even though my Chinese is excellent, I was able to tune out all surrounding conversations.)
Yellow rating if you’re interested in the dangers of drugs or beautiful Scandinavian women.
In Norwegian, 107 minute running time but felt much longer.
After enjoying Thelma, I thought I’d watch all the movies Joachim Trier made, and I think this was his first. It’s about a group of young men in Oslo, two of whom have literary ambitions (pretensions), and one of the two has a mental health crisis … it’s about friendship and growing up and growing apart, I guess. I wasn’t super thrilled with it.
They’re rich kids sort of, no visible means of support but comfortable and jet off to Paris for the weekend. They mention the east side versus the west side of Oslo (poor vs. rich kids), but don’t go into any detail. The girlfriend (Kari) is from the east side.
What the hell kind of novel could a 20-year-old kid write? Angst? What angst? It wasn’t badly made, but I didn’t find the story all that interesting. The boring portrait of privileged artists as young men in Norway .. yellow rating.
In Japanese. 117 minute running time so at least 20 to 30 minutes too long. Depressing. Japan a place where the population is shrinking, so it touches on the issue of aging parents, which is sort of interesting… anyway, there’s a deadbeat guy, looks like a Japanese George Clooney, former novelist now working at a sleazy detective agency … he has a gambling problem just like his father did … has a pretty ex-wife and young son whom he neglects, though he doesn’t want to, but he’s just a bum, he can’t help himself.
There’s a touching scene where mother and daughter-in-law commiserate over the rotten guys they ended up marrying, but like I said, it’s just sad, not enlightening. One review I read called it a “sad-bastard movie,” which made me laugh. Avoid, red rating.
I dig it….
In Norwegian. 116 minute running time but lots of credits … probably still ten minutes too long, which I could have skillfully cut to get it to the sacred 100 minute mark if I were the editor … nevertheless, I liked this one.
Witchcraft, demonic possession, lesbian love, religious fundamentalism, psychogenic non-epileptic seizures, repressed memories, beautiful Scandinavian actresses, it has it all … and it’s a well-crafted thriller … recommended! A rare green rating from the Chairman.
(David Edelstein wrote that it’s like “Carrie remade by Ingmar Bergman,” which made me laugh.)
119 minute running time which means that it’s 20 to 30 minutes too long. Weird one and sort of wonderful. Lead actress was brilliant, never seen her before. Agent Van Alden plays an eviler Agent Van Alden, Larry Gopnik plays a Russian-speaking Larry Gopnik, and Nathaniel Fisher plays a gay Nathaniel Fisher.
Stylized sixties look, reverse monster story (the humans are the monsters), it was darn strange, original even, and I would give it a green rating except that it’s overly long and I didn’t like seeing those familiar actors named above playing their familiar roles, or the violence at the end. Solid yellow rating, definitely consider seeing if you’re into wacky.
Rex hated it. “Not as stupid and pointless as that other critically overrated piece of junk Get Out, but determined to go down trying.“ God bless Rex!
86 minute running time but felt much longer since it’s a talk talk talk movie. I could only watch it at 2x ffwd; it’s about as slow as the hit-you-over-the-head metaphorical tortoise who lumbers across the screen at beginning and end. Harry Dean Stanton is 90 years old here and looks every day of it, an old smoker look (he died shortly before the movie was released). Harry is a now-harmless curmudgeon, crab walking around some dead town in the southwest.
David Lynch also looks about 90 years old and still talks in that weird way he always has. I’m sure that both the writer (an X-er named Drago) and director (Norm Gunderson) thought this was “precious,” a sort of respectful send-off for or tribute to old Harry Dean, but I wasn’t thrilled with it. May appeal to Boomers who are approaching death, but it’s an avoid for everyone else. Red rating.
(Dick Brody also didn’t like it.)
In German and Danish. 101 minute running time, so a good length, though I could have trimmed a few minutes off to get it within the sacred 100 minute mark if I were the editor. The story of German POWs (teenage boys in this case) who were forced to clear mines from the west coast of Denmark following the war. A Danish sergeant is their commander (more like a scoutmaster), and he’s alternately cruel and kind … in the end he proves to be merciful and just.
The Danish title is Under Sandet (Under the Sand) which is not as clever as the English title.
I liked this movie. It’s not perfect (predictable at times), and it’s not entertainment or a pleasure to watch, but it’s well constructed and well acted, and it gets a green rating, a rare recommendation from the Chairman.
In French. 146 minute running time so at least 46 minutes too long. A terminal illness movie (AIDS, then), not easy to sit through. Combined with multiple homosexual sex scenes, damn near impossible to sit through (bearable at 2-3x ffwd). But the re-creation of the meetings of the Paris branch of ACT UP (AIDS Coalition to Unleash Power) in the early 1990s was sort of interesting, though sanitized/dramatized no doubt. Their organizational abilities were impressive, and their activism paid off in the end, though too late for most of the characters in the movie.
Yellow rating if you’re interested in gay culture and AIDS … red rating (avoid) for everyone else.
97 minute running time but it felt much longer because it's a talk talk talk movie. Rich people in the future have holograms of their dead spouses, which somehow helps them cope with Alzheimer's. Starred Tim Robbins, who looks old and fat, Geena Davis, who looks old but still has wonderful curves, and Don Draper, who will never be seen as anyone other than Don Draper.
Baby Boomer sci-fi ... talk talk talk, whiney rich white people problems accompanied by an awful score (same guy who did "Under the Skin," where the music worked) ... featured a nice house down in Amagansett ... only highlight was seeing Hannah Gross (screencap below); she's beautiful and is getting a lot of movie work for that reason (and because she's a member of the Tribe).
This will appeal to a certain type of Boomer and *nobody* else. It wasn't terrible ... issues of memory and family problems are interesting, but this gets a red rating, avoid.
Kate Urbland writes "the film’s ripped-from-the-theater feel never abates."
115 minute running time so at least 20 minutes too long. A W.D. By movie (written and directed by the same guy, i.e., it's his baby). A story about the underclass in America ... white trash living week to week in a motel in Orlando, Florida. Depressing, I had to watch it at 1.5x ffwd. A million wild kids running around. Tattooed, foul-mouthed single mothers lounging about. Shot in documentary style, but of course it isn't a documentary (reality would be much worse than this).
Willem Dafoe plays the kindly motel manager, cutter of slack, protector of kids. Main tattooed mother goes from hawking cheap perfume to tourists to turning tricks. "I'd cook, but Lunchables are like a dollar." This means it's the end for her as the mother of her child.
Spoilers: eventually the State comes and takes away her daughter (I had to google DCF ... "Department of Children and Families") -- there's no escape to the Magical Kingdom. Are we supposed to feel bad for child or mother? My only thought was, "what took them so long?" What's the point of watching this misery? Why make yourself feel sad? Red rating, avoid.
In Finnish. 89 minutes so the perfect length, but I still watched it at 1.5-2x ffwd since it was so stylized, ultra retro, a typically quirky "Art House" movie ... Finnish humor is sort of a contradiction in terms ... not much of a story here ... gorgeous Syrian refugee ends up in Finland seeking asylum, after being separated from his sister ... around the same time, a traveling salesman of shirts quits his job (and his wife) and buys a restaurant ... and ends up hiring the refugee (paths crossing).
Someone said it's a "tale of human kindness in the face of official indifference," which is sort of true, but I wasn't thrilled with this "hipster sermon against anti-immigrant prejudice," it gets a red (avoid) rating from me, or a yellow rating if you're into art house movies from Finland.
In French. 90 minutes, the perfect length. A couple of French artists, a young Elvis Costello-ish guy and 88-year-old Agnes Varda, travel around the countryside pasting giant photos of the common people they meet on buildings, bunkers, containers. It's sort of charming, "delightful," but I wondered who was underwriting the whole thing, probably the French taxpayer.
Oddly there wasn't a black or brown face to be seen anywhere ... maybe the French countryside is still "pure." But it's a sweet little movie, a feel-good film, which would appeal to the capital A.R.T. crowd. The general audience wouldn't be interested in this, or "get it." Yellow rating.
In Romanian. 127 minute running time so at least a half hour too long, but let me say straight off that I generally love Romanian movies (The Death of Mr. Lazarescu was my favorite movie from 2006), and am willing to give them a pass when they run over the sacred 100 minute mark.
Life is complicated in Romania ... it reminds me so much of China, another non-market-based culture where connections are everything. The hospital scenes especially bring home a lot of my experiences there ... issues of integrity under strain, and the things desperate men do.
Loved it, green rating.
In Spanish. 128 minute running time so at least 30 minutes too long. In fact it's about 128 minutes too long and should have been titled Endless Absurdity, Assurdità Sin Fin. Jodo is a lovable loon, but two hours of autobiographical performance art tests the patience of even the most steadfast devotees of small 'A' art. Full red "avoid" for the folks in Omaha.
Ben Sachs: "... if you consider Jodorowsky's work excessive and mannered, you'll probably find this to be a slog." | The "if" made me laugh out loud.
Brian Gibson: "It’s not endless, but it can often seem insufferable." | Not "can often seem" but "always is."
Thirteen years old ... love her imperfect teeth, raw talent beats anything packaged by The Machine: