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Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy review

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Directed by Garth Jennings

Starring Martin Freeman, Mos Def, Zooey Deschanel

Ford, Arthur, Beeblebrox and Trillian set off on a quest to locate the greatest computer ever built, which will, Beeblebrox hopes, tell them the meaning of life. (The answer has already been calculated — it's 42 — but since nobody ever really understood what the question was in the first place, all seekers of such universal wisdom have found themselves back at square one.)

You'll know right away if this kind of loopy humor is for you. "Hitchhiker's Guide" does scan like one long in-joke, one you may feel on the outside of if you haven't read (or didn't care for) the book it's based on. The picture has a relaxed but enthusiastic "Let's put on a show" aesthetic: Its special effects are intentionally low-tech and yet surprisingly effective. They're designed to foster nostalgia for the "Star Wars" era, in which floating planets and gleaming spacecraft, rubbery creatures and soulful robots, still

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something, or at least were still capable of giving us visual pleasure without clonking us on the head. The movie's creature design is wonderful: The Vogons, hunchbacked, miserable-looking louts with scraggly strands of hair and saggy, liver-spotted skin, are particularly delightful, in a horrifying way. (Unimaginative civil-servant types who are exceedingly fond of bureaucracy and red tape, the Vogons are the baddies responsible for the destruction of Earth. They also write very, very bad poetry.)

The human characters aren't nearly as effective, although that isn't the actors' fault: They just get lost in the constant churning of the story. Mos Def gives the alien Ford a lanky, twitchy charm, but we just don't get enough of him — he seems swallowed up in the ensemble. The always-marvelous Bill Nighy shows up as planetary construction engineer Slartibartfast, and he slithers through his few small scenes with that trademark Nighy offhanded elegance.

But the most likable and well-defined character in the picture is Marvin, a chronically depressed robot (he gets his voice from Alan Rickman). Marvin, with his round metal Charlie Brown-style head and Eeyore point of view, is more human than most humans. His eyes, two sleepy-looking triangles, reflect the chaos around him with exaggerated helplessness. Just watching him toddle around, dejectedly, is mopey bliss. More than any other character, he gives this enjoyable but not-quite-there picture a human face.

CRAZIES, THE (aka: CODE NAME:…


CRAZIES, THE
(aka: CODE NAME: TRIXIE)
(director/writer: George A. Romero;
screenwriter: Paul McCollough; cinematographer: S. William Hinzman; rewrite man:
George A. Romero; music: Melissa Manchester/Bruce Roberts; cast: Lane Carroll
(Judy), Intent MacMillan (David), Harold Wayne Jones (Clank), Lloyd Hollar
(Colonel Peckem), Lynn Lowry (Kathy Bolman), Richard Liberty (Artie Bolman),
Richard France (Dr. Watts), Harry Spillman (Major Ryder), Will Disney (Dr.
Brookmyre), Edith Bell (Lab Technician), W.L. Thunhurst Jr. (Brubaker),
George Romero (The Mayor); Runtime: 103; MPAA Rating: R; producer: A.C.
Croft; Titillating Insurgents DVD; 1973)

"Thought-provoking rancour film
far the effects of a biochemical reverse."


George A. Romero ("Martin"/"Dawn of the Dead"), brimming from success
after his surprising midnight cult classic in 1968 of Night of the Living
Dead and two lesser romance films to follow ("There's Always Vanilla" and
"Jack's Wife"), pooled the little money he had saved with friends to make
this thought-provoking horror film about the effects of a biochemical disaster
on the real small town of Evans City, in western Pennsylvania. The shoestring
budget thriller was released by Cambist Films, a small-time distributor
who had no clue or resources on how to market it. As a result it bombed
at the box office and failed to reach an audience until saved from oblivion
by VHS. The plot is much like the one in The Andromeda Strain, as an army
plane crashes over the city and releases into the water supply a highly
contagious and irreversible deadly experimental virus (that is a biochemical
warfare virus with the code-name "Trixie") and causes a civil emergency
that leads to martial law and everything going haywire as the townies resist.
The virus drives its victims to psychotic behavior before they succumb,
as the powerful opening shot has an infected father of two children brutally
murdering his wife and then setting fire to the house with the little children
in it. What only the top brass knows, is that the virus was being used
for germ warfare and the vaccine given to some army personnel is not a
treatment but a bacteriological weapon (there's no known antidote). The
title refers to the lack of communication between the government and the
citizens, and when the Pentagon tries covering up the dangerous situation
things boil over even more so, with no one in particular to blame, but
everyone (not only the real crazies) acting like they're crazy. 


It's taken from a story by Paul McCollough and coscripted by Romero,
who use it as an allegory that raises questions about how sane is the world.
The dialogue is crisp, the action is shocking and unrelenting, and the
unknown ensemble cast perform admirably. It flubs over such things as poor
characterization and a weak treatment of plot points. But overall it's
pleasing in its satire on military snafus. Though not profound it makes
its point by showing the hysteria caused when people are kept in the dark
and don't trust each other, and its plausible story strikes a raw nerve
because of its exhausting in-your-face attitude and how it presents a sense
of urgency that such a potentially dangerous situation could be mishandled.
It also makes references to the massacre at My Lai by having an earnest 
priest disgusted with all the violence caused by the military, dousing
himself with gasoline and setting himself on fire like a Buddhist monk
did for real.


The plot has Evans City quarantined as the take charge Colonel Peckem
(Lloyd Hollar) has been ordered by the Pentagon to make sure the 1500 army
troops sent, who look like aliens dressed in their hazmat suits of gas
masks (which is hard to explain since the poison is in the water supply)
and white protective gear, seal off the town and shoot anyone who attempts
to leave. All the three thousand or so locals are ordered to remain at
the high school, but in this rural community many gun owners resist and
start attacking the army. The rednecks are viewed to be as loony or loonier
than the out-of-control army.


The idea is to keep the virus contained, because if it spreads across
the country it would be almost impossible to contain. For most of the story
we follow a pretty young pregnant nurse Judy (Lane Carroll) and her ex-Green
Beret Vietnam serving fireman boyfriend David (Will MacMillan), and their
fireman mutual friend Clank (Harold Wayne Jones), who don't trust the army
and attempt to jump the perimeter set up around the town. They are joined
in their attempted escape by Artie (Richard Liberty) and his pretty daughter
Kathy (Lynn Lowry). Judy has been given by the local doctor a serum to
inoculate herself and her boyfriend, but David turns out to be naturally
immune to the disease and has no need of the vaccine. But that's not so
for the others, as Kathy starts acting weird and her father tries to rape
her but is stopped before he does. He then hangs himself in guilt. Clank
shows signs of being infected when he guns down a group of innocent soldiers
in a farmhouse who have no idea what's going down and when overcome offer
no resistance. As to who is infected, it's not easy to tell. This is seen
when a soldier is stabbed to death with a knitting needle by a kindly looking
grandma whom he tries to escort to the high school. 


Col. Peckham exerts control but can't fully control the problem,
as the top brass and smarmy politicians in secret talk about bombing the
town with atomic weapons as a solution to keeping a lid on things. The
rigidity of the army is seen as making things worse. The communication
is delayed over the long wait for "voice print identification." This prompts
the pompous and smug Dr. Watts (Richard France), who developed the experimental
virus and now discovers a possible breakthrough vaccine, to be so upset
with the delay to report his success to the colonel that he attempts to
leave his lab in the high school to report directly to his superior. But
the military stops him. Then a riot erupts as the crowd tries to escape
and Watts is stomped to death and the test samples of blood that held the
answer to the antidote are lost since he didn't have time to tell his assistant. 


Pulp-master Romero's film stays right on message with its truly expansive
apocalyptic vision and can be pleasing on many different levels: from an
entertainment standpoint to an attempt at seeing things politically to
setting the tone of the country's paranoia over trusting authority. It's
a film that cries out to be seen, whether in the Nixon days or in the current
nightmarish Bush days. Romero has said that The Crazies is a personal favorite.
It's certainly one where he at least tries to bring something important
to the film.


REVIEWED ON 10/29/2006       
GRADE: A

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: Jane Campion
: Anna Campion and Jane Campion
: Kate Winslet (Ruth), Harvey Keitel (P.J. Waters), Julie Hamilton (Mum), Sophie Lee (Yvonne), Daniel Wyllie (Robbie), Paul Goddard (Tim), Tim Robertson (Dad), George Mangos (Yani), Pam Grier (Carol)
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: Australia

Jane Campion's trippy, pseudo-profound "Holy Smoke" may be one of the best (un)intentional comedies since John Boorman's "Exorcist II: The Heretic" (1977). The audience with whom I saw the film, composed almost entirely of art film aficionados who were obviously prepared for another stark masterpiece from the director of "The Piano" (1993), were so dumbfounded at what they saw that they spent the majority of the film either gasping at its pretentiousness or snickering uncontrollably at its more misguided moments.

Granted, there are moments of intensely lyrical beauty scattered throughout "Holy Smoke" (the gorgeous cinematography is by Dion Bebee), and the opening moments promise an inspired (is somewhat kooky) descent into mysticism. Kate Winslet stars as Ruth, a young Australian woman who, while traveling in India, becomes caught up in the following of a mystical guru named Chidaatma Baba. She has some kind of transcendental experience of enlightenment when Baba touches her forehead during a ceremony, and she decides to stay in India rather than returning home.

When her Mum (Julie Hamilton) and Dad (Tim Robertson) find out, they immediately assume that their daughter has been lured into a deadly cult. Therefore, they trick Ruth back to Australia by convincing her that her father is dying and wants to see her, and then confront her with P.J. Waters (Harvey Keitel), a confident American cowboy/noted "cult exiter" who claims to have successfully deprogrammed 189 people.

P.J. takes Ruth out to a secluded cabin in the middle of the Australian outback and, over a three-day period, attempts to deprogram her. However, it turns out that Campion has no real interest in the notion of deprogramming or cults or mysticism or whether Ruth's experience was truly transcendental or not. In fact, it turns out that the entire premise is something of a ruse, nothing more than an excuse to isolate a strong-willed, noble younger woman with a strong-willed, sordid older man and let them duke it out rhetorically, emotionally, and (eventually) physically.

Campion (who co-wrote the screenplay with her sister, Anna) is one of the most noted feminist filmmakers of the last 10 years, so it should probably come as little surprise that "Holy Smoke" turns out to be a gender parable. The problem is that she stacks the deck so firmly in Ruth's favor that it isn't so much a battle of the sexes as it is a fixed fight. On every front, Ruth is portrayed as a dynamic, strong young woman of conviction and intensity. When her Mum comes to India to track her down, she finds a confident, radiant Ruth whose enlightenment, while never confirmed or disproved in the film's narrative, is nevertheless a source of strength. Ruth is constantly empowered because she is surrounded by incompetent others, most notably her pathetic family and, eventually, P.J.

P.J., in stark contrast to Ruth, is a sleazy man of no moral convictions who has the appearance and demeanor of a throwback '70s-era lounge lizard, replete with mirrored sunglasses, smarmy moustache, and dye-job hair that he is always slicking back with his palms. Campion loads P.J.'s character with sexist dialogue (he keeps referring to "the ladies") and a general air of ineptness that begs the question of how someone of such lax morals and vacant professional ethics could have possibly–ever–deprogrammed 189 people. His meandering methods are so startlingly ineffective that it makes one wonder whether the Campion sisters know anything about actual cult deprogramming. Probably not because, once again, the film is not interested in such matters.

What it is interested in is taking Keitel's character and systematically tearing him down (it is also interested in mocking the Australian middle class, a group of people Campion views with intense disgust). Ruth eventually seduces the weak-minded P.J. (by walking across the desert naked and urinating on herself, of all things), and the sex becomes yet another weapon by which she can defeat him. Ruth out-talks, out-smarts, and out-sexes P.J., yet still (improbably) falls in love with him on some level, perhaps out of sheer pity.

That the film reaches its climax with Keitel wandering in the outback, clad only in a skin-tight red cocktail dress and one cowboy boot, moaning and wailing in his defeat, is both oddly appropriate and downright hysterical. By this point, the film has lost any semblance of balance, and it must be taken as either deeply symbolic or inept to the point of hilarity. If you are to enjoy this incoherent mess, I suggest taking the latter stance.

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(1.5)

“Fantastically haunting psyc…

“Fantastically
haunting psychological drama.”

Reviewed by Dennis Schwartz

Michelangelo Antonioni’s (”La Notte”/”Eclipse”/”L’avventura”) The
Red Desert was his first feature in color, where he creatively used a unique
palette of expressive earth tone hues to film the effects of fog, pollution
and the shadowy bleak landscape. The director who is at the peak of his
career after his acclaimed trilogy, which is noted above, makes an eerie
connection in The Red Desert with the restless soul of the neurotic heroine
yearning for love and meaning in her life to the shots of the inhospitable
industrial wasteland where she dwells. It was filmed in Ravenna, Italy,
and was shown at the 1964 Venice Film Festival, where it won the Grand
Prize. Antonioni’s fantastically haunting psychological drama that dishes
out both feminist and ecological themes before they gained popularity,
is both a beautiful and scary work that plays the troubling drama out in
an industrial landscape that seems to be misplaced from the set of an H.
G. Wells story.

Giuliana (Monica Vitti) is obviously bad news from the first moment
she appears on the screen, as she seems unusually distraught and disorientated.
She’s just arrived with her young son Valerio (Valerio Bartoleschi) at
the grim site of the Ravenna factory, where her electronics engineer husband
Ugo (Carlo Chionetti) is the manager. There’s a thick fog covering the
area and a foul black smoke coming out of the chimneys, and the workers
are on strike at the power generator plant when she impulsively walks up
to a stranger eating a sandwich by the roadside and she bravely asks where
he bought it. Then she offers to buy it from him even though he already
started eating it, and upon the purchase rushes off to a secluded marshy
area to wolf it down in solitude. 

Giuliana next pays a surprise visit to her husband, who is cutting
a deal with an enterprising British mining engineer named Corrado Zeller
(Richard Harris). The foreigner is recruiting a specialized workforce for
an industrial project in Argentina–where they must sign a year contract.
In Giuliana’s absence, Ugo feels he has to explain his wife’s erratic behavior
to the businessman and relates that she’s never been the same since she
suffered a nervous breakdown as a result of a near-car accident. Though
suffering no physical injuries the beautiful woman was hospitalized for
a month for an ongoing case of shock and hasn’t yet recovered. 

The impenetrable Corrado is sexually interested in the woman and
seems to feel a certain connection with Giuliana’s dissociation from the
real world. As soon as he leaves her hubby’s plant, Corrado visits where
Giuliana’s planning to open an unspecified business on a deserted street
and is fumbling around to figure out how she should decorate the shop and
what colors to paint the walls.

The stranger, who is just passing through town, becomes Giuliana’s
anchor in the storm, as she knows her hubby no longer loves her and she
is desperately searching for something tangible to hold onto. Giuliana
goes to a nearby town with the ignoble Corrado visiting first the wife
of a potential recruit for his project, and later Giuliana and Corrado
meet with Ugo and some amoral business friends (Grotti/Valderi/Renoir)
at a run-down fishing shack for an ungratifying parlor game of sex. Giuliana’s
need to be wanted is further crushed when her son feigns having a serious
illness during the time Ugo is away on business and thereby her role of
a mother, albeit one filled with a possessve love, is also compromised.

Antonioni’s film explores Giuliana’s alienation and boredom, and
her need to find reassurances of her worth through an adulterous affair.
In the final scene Giuliana returns to the same spot where the film opened
and explains to her son that the yellow smoke coming out of the chimneys
is poisonous. Valerio asks, “Won’t the birds passing by get killed?” Giuliana
responds “Birds learn not to fly there or else they will die.”

Vitti gives the best performance of her career, as she hurts all
over and despite the pains realizes she needs others to survive–a role
that gives one the shakes in how convincingly she pulled it off. She’s
a typical Antonioni neurotic heroine trying to adjust to a life that has
become overwhelming, as Giuliana becomes resigned that she can’t change
the world and learns to accept her fate no matter how bitter the pill is
to swallow. In a film where not much seems to be happening, nevertheless
the heroine has gotten over her urge to commit suicide she exhibited during
her hospital stay and seems willing to try to make her life bearable with
her distant husband. Giuliana does this in a polluted environment, where
all the people around her have been dehumanized and even a simple activity
like fishing has been banned because of the polluted waters. 

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The Deep (1977)

If Star Wars is basically a movie for people who like to play amusement arcades, then The Deep (adapted by Peter Benchley from his own novel) is the ultimate disco experience. It unerringly evokes all those misspent hours: it has intimacy objects for all tastes, instant fun, danger and boredom in unequal proportions, strobe-light climaxes, and Donna Summer in stereo. Furthermore, it does away with a storyline and dances on the pimples as far as something two hours, winsome voodoo, buried treasure, violence and sea monsters in its stride. The Bermuda locations conjure up adverts owing rum, but nothing much else has anything to do with the cinema.

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Dreamcatcher review

Four schoolboy friends Jonesy (Damian Lewis), Henry (Thomas Jane), Pete (Tim Olyphant) and Beaver (Jason Lee), rescue a feel discomfited retarded boy from bullies, and later discover they have planned a strange unexplored ability of communal mental telepathy. Twenty years later, while on undivided of their annual winter log lodge reunions, they assistants a lost stranger struggling help of the snow. But the stranger brings within him an awesome affair which threatens not at best the four friends but the whole planet.

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Silent Hill (2006)

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Some things are raise left alone.

And I’m not talking about the metropolis of Unruffled Hill. I’m talking about the highly loaded PlayStation game. What made anyone remember that it would translate well to the strapping screen?
The simply way that could have happened is if someone came up with a new manoeuvre and armed every theater seat with a arcane guidance, the way that earlier audiences donned 3-D glasses or sat in chairs that actually shook.

There’s not much shaking in this hostility film.

As contrasted with of Harry Mason searching for the daughter who’s disappeared into a defile near an aged resort burgh where they were heading to get over the death of Mrs. Mason, it’s a daily named Rose (Radha Mitchell) who’s enchanting her daughter (Jodelle Ferland) to Tranquil Hill because the girl, who’s in the deal with of being adopted, sleepwalks unalloyed to a cliff and appears to want to escalation into the impenetrable depths. Why Silent Hill? Because that’s what the crumpet mutters during her maddened dreamstates. And this kid was from West Virginia, which is where Silent Hill is located. Mom is hoping to find the reason for her frightening scarp-diving behavior, and, hence, the preserve.

It doesn’t take long towards director Christopher Gans to lead us to the border of boredom and confusion—neither of which lets up whole bit over the course of this overly sustained (127 minute) flick picture show. As the old woman and daughter temporize on a agrarian hillside looking like something out of an Andrew Wyeth painting, why aren’t they uneasy by the billboard that’s behind them: “Do you not know that we will evaluator angels? Do you not distinguish that the saints will pronounce the world?” Corinthians 6: 2-3, compliments of the Blessed Parish Ministries. But the next line in the Bible, which isn’t on the billboard, really says it all: “And if the period is to be judged by you, are you unskilled to try trivial cases?” In this case, that would be a big, uh, yea-ahh!

There’s nothing satisfactory and everything trivial about the way that faith is used in “Silent Hill.” I’ve many times thought that the movies to most effectively work religious madness to horrific effect were Stephen King’s “Carrie” and “The Night of the Hunter.” And possibly the film version of “Silent Hill” would deceive been helped had they focused more on religious zealotry rather than worrisome to blend a grab bag of monsters and perils. You don’t inquiry those things in a video game. Heck, you be a bunch of different creatures to evade or defeat, and in a horror-themed meeting, the scarier the advance. But move some of that to the big screen and it just doesn’t interpret. In the service of a terror film, “Silent Hill” isn’t all that terrifying because it’s too illogical allowing for regarding any of it to make any be under the impression that and generate palpable tension. And when the mother searches for a daughter who turns up missing after an automobile disaster next-door the town, her search doesn’t eat any of the focused urgency we’ve seen in films like “The Forgotten” and “Flightplan.” It’s as if she’s only (big surprise) walking auspices of a video competition, with nothing real at column move house.


Secrets & Lies (1996)

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“There … I’ve said it. So where’s the fly of lightning? Secrets and lies. We’re all in pain. Why can’t we share our discomfort?” - Maurice Purley

INTRODUCTION:

After the death of her adoptive mother, Hortense Cumberbatch (Marianne Jean-Baptiste) decides it is finally time to track down her birth mother, Cynthia (Brenda Blethyn). A relatively successful and well-adjusted optometrist in her late 20’s, Hortense is unprepared for what she will find when the two finally meet, and her presence will have greater impact than the two could possibly foresee. Written and directed by Mike Leigh, a man known for loosely outlining a script and letting his actors and characters fill in the blanks, Secrets & Lies is a powerful film about the family dynamic and how destructive it can be when we keep secrets from those we love.

CONTENT:

Cynthia Purley is an unmarried lower-class factory worker who has raised her daughter Roxanne alone without any sign of the father, and as Roxanne’s 21st birthday approaches, the two still live together under the same roof in a rundown mess of a home. A chain-smoking nervous wreck, Cynthia loves her daughter very much, but the two have never gotten along, and if Roxanne had the means to move out, she almost certainly would. Stopping by from time to time (but with far less frequency in recent years) to check on his sister and spoil his niece is Cynthia’s brother Maurice. Maurice owns a small photography business, and while his lifestyle is little more than comfortable middle class, it feels like luxury from the perspective of Cynthia and Roxanne. Along with Maurice’s wife Monica, a nice woman who becomes unbearable to be around once a month, these four people comprise the dysfunctional and emotionally distant family that Hortense will ultimately find at the end of her search.


While the “plot” of Secrets & Lies is that of an adult woman seeking out the birth mother who gave her up for adoption nearly 30 years earlier, this work is predominantly about characters and the way they interact. The members of the Purley family love one another, but they have a terrible time interacting together. Cynthia resents Monica for spoiling Roxanne, feeling like she’s trying to turn her daughter and brother against her. Monica feels Maurice is too forgiving of his sister’s flaws. Maurice feels like he’s just going through the motions in his life and is beginning to wonder if his wife still loves him. And Roxanne is just plain sour about nearly everything. For one reason or another, these are unhappy people, and each of them is carrying a secret that makes their interactions all the more difficult.

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What’s interesting about this film is that the secrets they keep from one another aren’t malicious at all. None of them is having an affair or leading a secret life or running from the law or anything of that nature. The secrets they keep are motivated more out of personal pain and a difficultly opening themselves up and sharing that pain with others, including the ones they love. However, in their efforts to emotionally protect themselves and one another, they have ultimately done more harm than good, as this pain has festered over the years and turned into bitterness, and at the point where the audience joins the story, this family is barely functioning.

Enter Hortense, the disarmingly sweet and likeable daughter Cynthia never expected to meet. After getting over the initial shock, Cynthia warms up to the idea of meeting this woman, and the two of them begin to build a very touching relationship with one another as Cynthia begins to find some light in her life again. Blethyn and Jean-Baptiste were nominated for Oscars and Golden Globes (with Blethyn winning the Globe) for their respective performances, and it is well deserved. Blethyn completely immerses herself into the character of Cynthia, who is frequently nervous and distraught and struggles to interact with pretty much anyone, and yet she creates a heart-breakingly likeable quality that makes the audience really want to root for her. In contrast, Jean-Baptiste gives a very subtle performance, trying desperately to politely roll with whatever she encounters on this journey and yet unable to completely hide the emotions that are building inside of her and the questions she does not want to ask but must have answered. In a mesmerizing showcase of character understanding, the two first meet one another in a coffee shop, and director Mike Leigh trustingly sets the camera on one side of the table and just watches for over 8 minutes of uncut emotion and dialogue. The result is a powerful scene that is just dripping with realism of character and emotion, and the viewer almost forgets that he’s watching actors and performances and almost feels as if he’s sitting in that room with two real people whose lives have been shaken by these unique circumstances.


Another interesting technique Leigh uses in this film is frequently cutting to various photography shoots in Maurice’s studio. Maurice is a subdued man who quietly and effectively goes about his business of shooting photographs, but the customers who enlist his services represent a range of characters. Within these short sequences, we get a glimpse into the lives of these customers and what Maurice sees every day, and we are often caught wondering whether to laugh or cry. While some of these moments are played strictly for comedy, many of them echo the similar relationship problems that the Purleys have faced all their lives (not to mention those of us watching the film), and it is a very effective device.

While there is much to admire in this film, its greatest success is with its characters. The performances of everyone involved are fantastic, and when the film reaches its ultimate conclusion, it is both powerful and moving. Leigh’s ability to capture the lives of these characters is also impressive, and the long scenes of unbroken action elevate the level of realism to even greater heights. One of the best sequences in the film comes at a family barbeque where once again Leigh just lets the camera run for over 5 minutes while every major character in the film cooks, eats, and interacts, tip-toeing through the minefield that is their relationships, trying not to say the wrong thing that will uncover some secret or set off a chain reaction of anger and resentment that will ruin an otherwise pleasant afternoon. To accomplish scenes like this requires a special synergy of actor and character and a rarely seen level of trust from everyone involved. The final result of these efforts is a moving and realistic film that takes us into the lives of these characters and really helps us understand the motivations behind their actions and how the secrets they have kept from one another have almost destroyed their family.

PRESENTATION:

Secrets & Lies is presented in a 1.85:1 widescreen format with anamorphic enhancement. The print is somewhat grainy and the colors are a bit faded, but that’s more a part of the style than a flaw with the release. In cases of extreme color contrast, there is some significant edge enhancement, but this only pops up every once in a while and is not particularly distracting. Compared with the original import release of this film, overall it’s a marked improvement.

The only available audio is an English Dolby Digital 2.0 track. Since this film is almost exclusively dialogue, there is no need for anything more. Some of the dialogue comes through a bit soft, and I had to crank up the volume a few times to hear certain scenes clearly, but overall the audio is adequate for its purpose, and the beautiful solo pieces of flugelhorn and various stringed instruments that underscore many of the scenes are clear and effective.

WHISTLES & BELLS:

The only additional “feature” on this disc is the original theatrical trailer. Also included are trailers for three Fox films (Author! Author!, Blood & Wine, and Class Action), presumably soon to be released on DVD.

CONCLUDING THOUGHTS:

When I first saw Secrets & Lies in 1996, I believed it to be the best film I had seen all year. Watching it again nearly a decade later and with some detached perspective, I find no reason to change that opinion. Winner of the Palme d’Or at Cannes, this is a beautifully composed and powerful film about ordinary people with ordinary problems. The performances are spectacular, and Leigh’s trust in his actors and their characters elevates the film to even higher levels. What we find in their lives is not that different from what we find in our own, and seeing their efforts to cope with these issues is a moving experience. While there are no features on this disc, the MSRP is reasonably set under $10.00 at the time of this review, and I Highly Recommend this wonderful film.

Opera Jawa review

A war is looming, the economy is in shambles, and people are scrambling to make decisions about their tenuous futures. Amid the volatility, a married couple - deeply in love from initial appearances - debate their relationship as a male suitor lurks in the background. Add in the stunning landscape of rural and coastal Indonesia, along with dozens of songs set to luscious gamelan music, and the result is Garin Nugroho’s epic “Opera Jawa,” a movie that veers from dreamy to nightmarish and back again.

Based on the ancient Sanskrit text called the Ramayana, “Opera Jawa” was commissioned by musical impresario Peter Sellars for a Vienna festival that celebrated Mozart’s 250th birthday. “Opera Jawa” translates as “Requiem for Java,” which incorporates the title of Mozart’s last composition and the name of Indonesia’s central island.

The music in “Opera Jawa” is as sprawling as the story line, which has the wife (Artika Sari Devi) in a daze as she decides whether to stray from her husband, Setyo (Martinus Miroto), for the wild and provocative wooer (Eko Supriyanto). Hers is an internal war - not only with her guilt and desire but with her longing for individuality, to be free from the clutches of her idolizing partner.

Every scene in “Opera Jawa” is an aural and visual treat. Choreographed dances showcase villagers who are wrestling with the same economic woes as the couple, and gang members who want to take advantage of the tumult in their homeland. Family members and laborers try to give sage advice, all the while going about their daily doings, like cooking rice and sitting down at a cafe with friends. But as Setyo pronounces early on, “danger lurks everywhere,” and he, too, must wrestle with a world that’s caving in. His job as an earthenware maker is in jeopardy just as his position as a gamelan artist once disappeared.

Gamelan, the spiritual music of Indonesia that incorporates metallophones, bells, gongs, flutes and string instruments, helps transport “Opera Jawa” into an otherworldly realm. The violence in Nugroho’s film is unmistakable. Blood and beauty are set in tandem, leaving the audience to wrestle with the contradictions that Nugroho highlights in a film that stands out by any standard of cinema.

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Jesus’ Son review

Its been a long time since Abash, but New Zealander Maclean’s premier US pellicle is a frisky adaptation of a collection of shortened stories by Denis Johnson, recounting the misadventures of the hypnotic-addled Fuck Van (FH for short) in the Midwest in the early ’70s. The freewheeling modulate (Maclean modifies her style between episodes) less resembles Drugstore Cowboy. A progression involving a knife and an eyeball is the funniest whosis I’ve seen all year. The redemptive thrust of the second half is obviously a bit harder to swallow, but see the pic for Billy Crudup’s wonderful central performance, which holds the total together and justifies all the buzz which has gathered around him.

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