Movie Diary 2/27/2019

The Image Book (Jean-Luc Godard, 2018). Another essay from J-LG, even denser than the recent ones, with a real sense that the “essay” is not in the words but in the collison of word, image, music, sound. It’s a little like the Stargate sequence in 2001 but with Godard muttering in your ear.

Gloria Bell (Sebastián Lelio, 2019). The usual complaints about remaking foreign-language films notwithstanding, at least in this case you have Julianne Moore to justify the process – and Lelio gets the chance to expand on some of the visual ideas he explored in his original (and excellent) 2013 film. The final couple of minutes are screen acting (wordless variety) at its most splendid.

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Movie Diary 2/26/2019

Everybody Knows (Asghar Farhadi, 2018). The Oscar-winning Iranian director goes to Spain, for a film that uses genre (a kidnapping and its aftermath) in order to explore the tangled relationships in a small community. As is sometimes the case with Farhadi, everything is done with almost too-neat precision, but the storytelling is fascinating and novelistic. Farhadi’s ability with actors is superb; here, Penelope Cruz and Javier Bardem play former lovers whose bond remains charged (she’s gone off to Argentina and married a man there, played by Ricardo Darín). Those leads are strong, but even better are some of the supporting players, especially Bárbara Lennie and Eduard Fernández, plus there’s a wily role for the excellent José Ángel Egido as a former cop drawn into the case; he can do more by shifting his eyes from one spot in the distance to another than most actors can with a page of dialogue. (full review 3/1)

Movie Diary 2/25/2019

lailaLaila (George Schnéevoigt, 1929). Astonishing silent epic, a rich melodrama about a young Norwegian girl taken in by the indigenous Lapp (or Sámi) people. It has more twists than a Dickens story, and its source novel is apparently something like a Norwegian national saga (or was, for many decades). The physical production is huge, with lots of shots in snowy landscapes and deep fjords, including a series of how-did-they-do-that sequences: reindeer races, kayaking down rapids – the actors appear to be in serious danger at various points. The storyline is almost like an inversion of The Searchers or other abduction scenarios: Here, the lost girl is rescued by a mostly kindly but possessive Native “uncle,” then raised in the indigenous society; he must then let her go when white society (in the form of her family) re-appears. I guess the Jeffery Hunter character is the girl’s foster Sámi brother, an insipid type who isn’t much competition for the eventual white suitor. Racial politics aside, it’s easy to see why generations of girls would’ve been inspired by the plucky, resourceful heroine, who beats the men in reindeer-racing and sweeps her hand across the endless horizon while saying, “This is my home.” Screened at the Paramount, with a bravura performance by Tedde Gibson on the vintage Wurlitzer organ, bobbing and weaving through all 165 of the film’s minutes.

Nazarin (Luis Buñuel, 1959). One of Buñuel’s best Mexican films, a tale of a Christlike priest (Francisco Rabal) whose actions frequently cause problems. Sparely told, yet with little jabs of strangeness – no one has quite captured the collision of the sacramental with the disgusting as Buñuel does in the moment a thirsty woman drinks bloody water. (Part of Scarecrow Academy’s series devoted to the films of 1959).

Oscar Dragon (This Week’s Movies)

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How to Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World (Universal Pictures)

Links to my reviews published this week in the Herald and Seattle Weekly.

How to Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World. “This does seem like an actual ending, with a story that rounds itself off, instead of keeping strands hanging for the sake of an endless franchise.”

My annual Oscar predictions.

For the Scarecrow Video blog, I contribute a Seasoned Ticket column that recalls a 2007 interview with Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck, whose new film Never Look Away is nominated for Best Foreign Language film and Best Cinematography.

Movie Diary 2/20/2019

Disobedience (Sebastián Lelio, 2017). Catching up with one from last year, another solid film from the director of Gloria and A Fantastic Woman. The central trio of performances, from Rachel Weisz, Rachel McAdams, and Alessandro Nivola, are strong enough to justify what otherwise seems a fairly standard dramatic situation, and Lelio finds enough evocative ways of visualizing key moments – like the almost offhand discovery that one of the principals has spent a night sleeping on a couch – to keep the film compelling. Really curious about why McAdams hasn’t had the kind of career that Amy Adams or Kristen Stewart has made over the last few years.

Movie Diary 2/19/2019

How to Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World (Dean DeBlois, 2019). This trilogy – and it looks as though it’s consciously and definitively ending here – has been a very enjoyable Hero’s Journey saga, funny and smart in equal measures. Here, the characters have aged a little bit more, so that instead of recycling the same situations, we’ve upped the ante. Plus, there’s the realizations that dragons gotta dragon. (full review 2/22)

Movie Diary 2/18/2019

Cries and Whispers (Ingmar Bergman, 1972). The Seattle Art Museum is doing a Bergman series and this one was up. And it was in 35 mm., no less – in the opening shots, Sven Nykvist’s camera was catching the light through mist in such a way you could see about eight different colors in it. The director’s work with actors seems even more concentrated here than it does elsewhere in his filmography, so that everyone on screen seems stirred by some almost supernatural force.

Never Look Away (Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck, 2018). The only remaining nominee in the Best Foreign Language Film category left for me to see – hey, it’s 188 minutes long, it took a while to get around to it. I liked H.v.D.’s The Lives of Others, and figured The Tourist could be chalked up to studio interference or Hollywoodization or whatever. But there’s no excuse for this, the saga of a young artist (Tom Schilling) who grows out of the Nazi era only to be buffeted around by the oppressive East Germans and the trendy aesthetes of the West. Although it has lots of melodrama, it denies you the satisfactions of melodrama. Just not a good movie – and it’s 188 minutes long.

The ‘Burbs (Joe Dante, 1989). Hadn’t seen it in 30 years, but always meant to re-visit. Fun, silly, ably turned. Hard to beat the sibling duo of Henry Gibson and Brother Theodore. Was the Rick Ducommon role originally intended for John Candy? It feels that way. The movie doesn’t go all the way with what it seems to want to do.

North by Northwest (Alfred Hitchcock, 1959). Bulletin: It’s still great.