This 1968 feature about Hungarians joining the Red Army during the 1918 Russian civil war was the first feature by Miklos Jancso I ever saw, and it proved to be an excellent introduction to his work. Filmed in extremely long takes in black and white ‘Scope, with the camera frequently in gliding motion, the film, like most of Jancso’s work, is a highly choreographed historical pageant that is highly charged with erotic elements as well as meditations on the nature of power. Highly recommended. In Hungarian with subtitles. 90 min. (JR) Read more
This 1990 short by Canadian filmmaker, painter, musician, and conceptual artist Michael Snow, his latest film, features him rising from a desk, saying good-bye to a woman, and walking out a dooran event filmed with a Super Slo-Mo camera and stretched out to 18 beautiful and fascinating minutes. Snow aptly calls the film slightly activated Vermeer, and it’s a wonderful and multifaceted experience. Also known as See You Later. (JR) Read more
Three shorts: Sabriya, by Tunisian filmmaker Abderrahmane Sissako, and Whispers (an experimental work in progress) and Boujad: A Nest in the Heat, by Moroccan filmmaker Hakim Belabbes (a student at Columbia College). I’ve seen Boujad, an intense and compelling 45-minute documentary about Belabbes Read more
So-so ecological SF thriller from 1973 about superintelligent ants. Director Saul Bass is best known for creating the title sequences to many key films by Alfred Hitchcock and Otto Preminger; he directed a few films of his own, but to the best of my knowledge this is his only feature. With Nigel Davenport, Lynne Frederic, and Michael Murphy. (JR) Read more
This neglected Samuel Fuller feature from 1952, a giddy look at New York journalism in the 1880s, was his personal favoritehe financed it himself and lost every penny. A principled cigar smoker (Gene Evans) becomes the hard-hitting editor of a new Manhattan daily, where he competes with his former employer (Mary Welch) in a grudge match loaded with sexual undertones; meanwhile a man jumps off the Brooklyn Bridge trying to become famous, the Statue of Liberty is given to the U.S. by France, and a newspaper drive raises money for its pedestal. Enthusiasm flows into every nook and cranny of this cozy movie: when violence breaks out in the cramped-looking set of the title street, the camera weaves in and out of the buildings as through a sports arena, in a single take. Park Row is repeated incessantly like a crazy mantra, and the overall fervor of this vest-pocket Citizen Kane makes journalism sound like the most exciting activity in the world. 83 min. (JR) Read more
This charming romantic comedy with a Los Angeles setting cuts between seemingly unconnected miniplots the way some Robert Altman movies do. In the final scenes the connections become clear, but until then the links are strictly thematic, having to do with love of one kind or another. A distraught man (Dennis Quaid) offers contradictory hard-luck stories to different women (including one drag queen) in different bars; two couples (Gillian Anderson and Jon Stewart, Angelina Jolie and Ryan Phillippe) each encounter romantic difficulties caused by the fears of one member; a mother (Ellen Burstyn) comforts her son who Read more
A frigid kleptomaniac who faints a lot (Sandrine Kiberlain) seeks therapy from a mysterious hypnotist (Francois Berleaud); he begins to cure her using feng shui, but as she recovers, her surgeon husband (Vincent Lindon) starts to lose his own bearings. This curious, unsatisfying 1997 French comedy-drama by Benoit Jacquot (A Single Girl) initially calls to mind Otto Preminger’s 1949 thriller Whirlpool but winds up in New Age territory I can barely fathom. The notion of one spouse suffering from the other’s recovery is provocative, but neither the characters nor the therapeutic particulars seem adequately developed. Read more
Two films by the young French writer-director Francois Ozon, both in similar seaside settings. The 52-minute See the Sea (1997) is a gripping and extremely creepy tale of an encounter between two young women, a new mother, and a mysterious backpacker who asks to camp out on her lawn; this is very accomplished work, but I didn’t much care for it, mainly because its dark pessimism seems to have been adopted like a clothing style rather than arrived at existentially. More lighthearted (and much more lightweight) is the 15-minute A Summer Dress (1996), a comedy about gender bending and cross-dressing. (JR) Read more
Formerly an enterprising producer (Point Blank, Raging Bull) but nowadays a not very good director (The Net), Irwin Winkler has the annoying habit of taking on potent materialsuch as the Hollywood blacklist in Guilty by Suspicion and Jules Dassin’s Night and the City in a remake of the same nameand draining it of practically everything that makes it matter. Here he comes dangerously close to doing the same with Oliver Sacks’s nonfiction story To See and Not See, about a blind man whose sight was restored. He glamorizes, romanticizes, and simplifies the material to an insulting degree, but despite his worst efforts fragments of what made the original story arresting manage to leak through. Val Kilmer, clearly pleased to be entering the Oscar disability sweepstakes, does what he can as the hunk who learns how to see, and Mira Sorvino plays the architect who falls for him; with Kelly McGillis, Bruce Davison, and Nathan Lane. (JR) Read more
A multifaceted misfire from writer-director Steven Zaillian that is especially disappointing as a follow-up to his first feature, Searching for Bobby Fischer, made with many members of that film’s production team. In retrospect, the conceptual coherence of the underrated earlier feature may have been protected by the relative absence of big-name stars. Here one has to contend with both the miscasting of John Travolta as a determined personal-injury attorney and an uneven script that appears to have been mangled by the sort of studio interference that superstars often impose or provoke. This project, based on a best-selling nonfiction book by Jonathan Harr about an attorney locking horns with two corporations over the contaminated water supply of a New England town where several children have died, demands the focus of something like Anatomy of a Murder or The Rainmaker. Instead it suffers from a scattershot approach. An excellent secondary castincluding Robert Duvall, Stephen Fry, Dan Hedaya, and Sydney Pollackisn’t allowed to build momentum, and Travolta’s character is established so poorly that he never functions properly as a through line. The theme remains strong, but the storytelling doesn’t do it justice. With Tony Shalhoub, William H. Macy, and Kathleen Quinlan. (JR) Read more
Four essential documentaries: Ivens’s Rain (1929) and New Earth (1934), Pare Lorentz’s The Plow That Broke the Plains (1936), and Alain Resnais’ Night and Fog (1955), with a text by Jean Cayrolstill possibly the best film ever made about the Holocaust, and the essential forerunner of Shoah. (JR) Read more
John Boorman’s 1998 docudrama about the contemporary Irish gangster Martin Cahill was critically acclaimed at Cannes as a return to form, though it flopped in London, allegedly because English teenagers couldn’t countenance a black-and-white film. It’s extremely competent, shot in ‘Scope (Boorman’s best screen format), and though it kept me absorbed it failed to win me over. I can no longer stomach the premise in so many Anglo-American crime pictures that mavericks are admirable simply because they’re mavericks. Cahill’s proud defiance of any authority, the basis of his legendary reputation, is proffered like an axiom for our uneasy awe. Boorman fills out this design with wit and polish, grandly assisted by Brendan Gleeson as Cahill, Jon Voight as his favorite adversary, and Maria Doyle Kennedy and Angeline Ball as his wife and sister-in-law (whom Cahill managed to romance simultaneously), but I still felt I was buying a very old suit of clothes. I’m told that Boorman objected to the jokey violence of GoodFellas; perhaps he undertook this project to express greater moral ambiguity about the underworld. But the same lesson is delivered far more effectively in pictures like The Public Enemy (1931) and Scarface (1932)not to mention Boorman’s own Point Blank (1967), which gives a surreal spin to the ambivalence. Read more
This is a video premiere of Alex Cox’s latest featurewhich was made on filmabout an innocent gambler (Vincent D’Onofrio) with a winning streak; others in the cast include Rebecca De Mornay, Michael Madsen, and Billy Bob Thornton. Assuming that Cox has approved this unorthodox premiere, it seems a fitting gesture of defiance from a talented anarchist filmmaker who is unjustly marginalized. (JR) Read more