This independent feature by Stacy Cochran about suburban glibness and the erotic lure of guns starts off with some satirical promise, but before long just about everything of interestincluding the quirky humoris drained away and replaced by arbitrary plot mechanics. With Diane Lane, James LeGros, Tess Harper, Bruce Altman, Maddie Corman, Bill Raymond, and Stephen Collins (1992). (JR) Read more
A love story unfolding between an Eskimo (Jason Scott Lee) and a half-breed (Anne Parillaud) from 1931 to 1965 is what passes for a subject in this unfocused, condescending, and corny 1993 feature. Vincent Ward (What Dreams May Come), directing a script he authored with Louis Nowra, delivers attractive settings, inept storytelling, and noble but doomed intentions. Patrick Bergin and Ben Mendelsohn costar, and John Cusack and Jeanne Moreau are around for cameos. R, 109 min. (JR) Read more
A group of former fellow campers return to Camp Tamakwa (a site in Ontario’s Algonquin Provincial Park where the movie was shot) for a reunion organized by the camp’s director (Alan Arkin), in a thoughtfully written and capably acted and directed comedy-drama by Mike Binder (Crossing the Bridge). This has practically none of the arty trappings of Bodies, Rest & Motion, but it deals fairly persuasively with the same generation of adults in their late 20s, and while nothing especially profound emerges it’s a pretty good piece of workentertaining and, thanks to the setting, pretty to look at. With Matt Craven, Diane Lane, Bill Paxton, Elizabeth Perkins, Kevin Pollack, Vincent Spano, Julie Warner, Kimberly Williams, and Sam Raimi, who contributes some funny moments of physical comedy as the camp’s handyman. (JR) Read more
A big smelly hunk of overripe cheese from the queen and king of crassness and indecent proposals, producer Sherry Lansing (The Accused, Black Rain) and director Adrian Lyne (9<4 Weeks, Jacob's Ladder), whose previous joint effort was Fatal Attraction. This time their story is a noncomic variation on Honeymoon in Vegas and a companion piece to Pretty Woman that similarly asks the audience to flirt with the virtues of prostitution: at a Las Vegas casino, billionaire Robert Redford offers a million dollars to spend the night with Demi Moore, who's happily married to Woody Harrelson; after their obligatory refusal, the couple cave in and agree, and their marriage starts to come apart. With a shamelessly cliched script by Amy Holden Jones (based on a novel by Jack Engelhard) that includes a speech plagiarized from Citizen Kane, the results are only for those who can take fare like Valley of the Dolls with a straight face and want to see Redford play Jay Gatsby again. John Barry's music, incidentally, is vintage glop all the way; with Oliver Platt and Seymour Cassel. (JR) Read more
An extremely violent gangster film from Hong Kong, directed by Ford Clarence, with heavy doses of betrayal and, you guessed it, vengeance. With Alan Tang, Andy Lau, Simon Yam, and Bowie Lam (1992). (JR) Read more
A strong documentary (1993) by Dean Bushala and Deirdre Heaslip about gay bashing in Chicago, alternately terrifying and empowering in its matter-of-fact instructiveness about the extent of the problem and the response of local activistsincluding the Pink Angels street patrol, the Coalition Against Bashing, and Horizons’ antiviolence counseling and court advocacy program. Following many examples of violence against gay men and lesbians, the film makes effective use of several local talents: two effective videos by Charles Christensen, a song by the duo Ellen Rosner and Camille, and black-and-white photographs by Allen Nepomuceno, Paul Vosdic, and Paul Roesch. The title refers to the 19th-century practice of gay men wearing green ties on Thursdays to identify themselves to one another; it also raises the more current issue of how much being out means being a target for a sociopath. The film deals only glancingly with the reasons for homophobic violence, but has a lot to say about the possible responses to it. (JR) Read more
Presidential look-alike Kevin Kline is asked to pose as the president by chief of staff Frank Langella in this dumb but likable Capra-esque comedy directed by Ivan Reitman from a script by Gary Ross. The movie remystifies as much as demystifies presidential politics, but an overall mood of sweetness may help one to forgive the archaic and childish aspects of the would-be analysis, which splits everyone between angels and devils. Also starring Sigourney Weaver, as the first lady. With Kevin Dunn, Ben Kingsley, and Ving Rhames, and in cameos a host of Washingtonians and media personalities, including Senator Paul Simon, appellate judge Abner Mikva, Larry King, and Oliver Stone. (JR) Read more
A disappointing though not uninteresting adaptation by George A. Romero (the Dead trilogy, Martin, Monkey Shines) of a Stephen King novel about a writer (Timothy Hutton) whose alternate pseudonymous writing personality assumes flesh when he tries to phase it out. The Jekyll and Hyde theme has been a central concern of Romero’s in the past, but its exploration here produces little of the moral and metaphysical tension found in the writer-director’s best work. Neither the characters nor the echoes (including special effects) of Hitchcock’s The Birds convey the necessary conviction, and one sadly wonders if after the undeserved box-office failure of his Monkey Shines Romero cares much about his work. It’s a genuine pity, because this movie holds plenty of promise around its edgesincluding an interesting but underdeveloped character played by Julie Harris. With Amy Madigan and Michael Rooker. (JR) Read more
Not quite a disco musical, this sure feels like one in terms of bounce, verve, and energy. It’s basically a comedy-drama built around a string of vignettes related to a day in the life of a Los Angeles car wash, with a very good, largely nonwhite cast featuring Franklyn Ajaye (a particular delight), Antonio Fargas, Bill Duke, Ivan Dixon, Richard Pryor, Tracy Reed, and Garrett Morris; Sully Boyar plays the white boss. The gags tend to be much more concerned with questions of class than one is accustomed to in American moviesand the contrapuntal punctuations of the disco DJ are positively Altman-esque. Michael Schultz (Cooley High) directed a screenplay by Joel Schumacher, and if you compare this movie to Schumacher’s somewhat similar D.C. Cab, made seven years later, you may conclude that Schumacher’s is the dominant creative voice. Critics seemed to like this less than audiences; personally I had a ball (1976). (JR) Read more
Directed by Taylor Hackford (An Officer and a Gentleman) from a script by Jimmy Santiago Baca, Jeremy Iacone, and Floyd Mutrux, this ugly three-hour snoozefest (1993) is apparently supposed to do for East LA Chicanos what the Godfather movies did for New York mafiosi, an ambition symptomatic of the problem here: who wants another Godfather when we already have three? The story follows a dozen years in the lives of three cousins (Jesse Borrego, Benjamin Bratt, and Damian Chapa), with many extended episodes in prison and minimal participation by women. Is it significant that so many characters in this movie get brutally murdered or mutilated while having sex? The ending is admirably anticlimactic and inconclusive, but given all the unpleasantness preceding it, it hardly seems worth the wait. With Enrique Castillo and Victor Rivers. (JR) Read more
James B. Harrisformer producer for Stanley Kubrick (The Killing, Paths of Glory), and a singular writer-director in his own right (Some Call It Loving, Fast Walking, Cop)wrote and directed this adaptation of Gerald Petievich’s novel Money Men, about a U.S. Treasury agent (Wesley Snipes) hunting for the counterfeit-money launderers (Dennis Hopper and Viggo Mortensen) responsible for the death of his partner. Old-fashioned in both a good and bad sense, with a lot of good performances (though not, alas, from Snipes, who has nothing to work with) and some touching sentiment for aging ex-cons, but not much excitement in terms of story and action. With Lolita Davidovich, Valerie Perrine, Seymour Cassel, and Dan Hedaya. (JR) Read more
Focusing on the interactions of two men (Tim Roth and Eric Stoltz) and two women (Bridget Fonda and Phoebe Cates) in an Arizona mall city over a single weekend, this is an adaptation by Roger Hedden of his own play, directed by Michael Steinberg (codirector of The Waterdance) in his first solo effort. Nicely written and beautifully shot (by Bagdad Cafe’s Bernd Heinl), the film squeaks in its joints whenever it tries too hard to make a generational statement, and may annoy you with its glibness, but it manages to hold one’s interestsurprisingly at times, given the lightweight characters. (JR) Read more
Brazilian filmmaker Tereza Trautman’s second feature is an ambitious account of a family reunion held at the family’s opulent mansion just before their estate is sold off, interweaving the activities of all three generations. The results are a little bit like Altman’s A Wedding without the sarcasm, well crafted but lacking much of an edge. As a multifaceted reflection of Brazilian upper-class history, the film has pretty much to say, particularly about the women in the family, yet the viewer may emerge at the end wishing the various strands in the plot had been wound together a bit more tightly. With Tonia Carrero, Louise Cardosa, Marieta Severo, Zeze Motta, and Xuxa Lopes. (JR) Read more
Liliana Cavani’s Italian/West German production is set in 1938 Berlin and concerns an affair between the wife of a German diplomat and the daughter of the Japanese ambassador, threatened by blackmail and the involvement of the diplomat in the menage. Featuring Gudrun Landgrebe (Woman in Flames) as the diplomat’s wife. Read more
A romantic and whimsically poetic treatment of mental illness, apparently designed for teenagers and young adults, that tries very hard to be both offbeat and sincere but succeeds only intermittently (1993). Scripted by circus clown Barry Berman in collaboration with Leslie McNeil and unevenly directed by Jeremiah Chechik, it pairs Johnny Depp as Sam, an eccentric and illiterate mime, with Mary Stuart Masterson as the disturbed and artistic Joon, whose auto mechanic brother Benny (Aidan Quinn) takes devoted care of her. The necessity for this close monitoring is never spelled out to my satisfaction, and Samwho spends most of his time offering terrible imitations of all-too-familiar Chaplin and Keaton routines as if these were the very stuff of lifeis allowed to run loose. But an overall vagueness about the characters seems necessary to keep the movie in motion. With Julianne Moore, Oliver Platt, and Dan Hedaya. PG, 98 min. (JR) Read more