The Great Gatsby (Baz Luhrmann, 2013). I think we can safely say that Baz Luhrmann goes for it. And in some strange, utterly misguided sense, that requires nerve. (full review 5/10)
Solaris (Andrei Tarkovsky, 1972). Also requiring nerve: grappling onscreen with the human soul. Say what you want about Mr. T, but he made movies as though his life depended on it.
Midnight’s Children (Deepa Mehta, 2012). Is there a match between the light-stepping ironies of Salman Rushdie and the well-meaning determination of Deepa Mehta? Not really, even if the movie is crammed with events and a handful of genuinely enchanting sequences. (full review 5/10)
What Maisie Knew (Scott McGehee and David Siegel, 2012). Henry James updated for the 21st century, decorated by an offbeat cast. (Plays in this year’s Seattle International Film Festival)
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