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“Nightingale”: a new DVD

Thursday, October 29th, 2015

The nightingale, according to one source, is a bird know to sing “laments” that are “seemingly spontaneous.” Hence the name of the new HBO-produced movie, “Nightingale”, featuring David Oyelowo as a man sinking into the depths of violence, spiritual crisis, and loneliness. Nightingale is a one-man show, an 80-minute cry of the heart featuring alternating moments of phone calls, thinking out loud, and the now-pervasive use of social media (in this case a video blog, or vlog). Oyelowo plays Peter, a man who has just committed an act of terrible violence, and the repercussions of that violence haunt the story from the beginning. Peter is clearly not well, but he has yet to realize this, even as, ironically, he makes “confessional” videos for others to watch, and begins to hunker down inside his mother’s house, waiting for the arrival of his best friend whom he served in the Army with. Obviously, any movie featuring a single actor must be carried convincingly by that person, and Oyelowo’s skills, as he showed so brilliantly in Selma, are again up to the task. (If nothing else, the viewer is treated to another side of this actor’s talent, since the character of Peter—volatile, angry and deluded– is far away from that of Martin Luther King.)  As “Nightingale” moves toward an inevitable, though not fully revealed, conclusion, two thoughts come to mind: that its downside is an unrelentingly depressing character study of a seemingly doomed soul, with no hope of redemption; yet it reveals, through great acting and writing and with ironic sharpness, the crack in our media and technology saturated lives.  An adventurous piece worth looking into, “Nightingale” is rated TV-MA for some strong language.

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Kumiko, the treasure hunter

Friday, September 25th, 2015

The Coen brothers “Fargo” has been a popular film since its release in 1996—it’s even spawned a critically acclaimed TV show—and the new film “Kumiko the treasure hunter” is certainly an intriguing riff on that movie, taking a tiny part of it—a suitcase full of money buried in a snow bank—and creating its own fully-developed tale of delusion, obsession and greed. Kumiko is a lonely “Office Lady” living on her own in modern-day Tokyo. Her mother calls from time to time, but mostly to find out if she’s found a man to marry yet. Her co-workers keep their distance from her, but then, she’s not always the best employee either, especially to her boss, who seems to do very little all day. As the film opens, Kumiko, wandering the shore of the ocean, is on a treasure hunt. But instead of gold, she finds, in a nearby cave, carefully buried in the sand, a VHS tape. She takes it home and watches it. It is the movie “Fargo”. As anyone familiar with that film will recall, it involves kidnapping, murder and money. But the part that matters to Kumiko is when the money is placed in that aforementioned snow bank. She takes seriously the claim, stated at the beginning of “Fargo”, about it being based “on a true story”.  She makes her own map, carefully sewn on a piece of white cloth copied from her TV screen. I won’t give away how she finds herself in Minnesota, seeking the almost legendary town of Fargo, meeting a series of kindly, if somewhat baffled, Americans. The culture clash is sometimes amusing, and the director, David Zellner, unlike the Coen brothers, eschews random violence in favor of quirkiness and mystery. “Kumiko” held my attention in many ways, and it also disturbed me, as I tried to understand this young woman. Is the movie merely a portrait of mental illness? Is it about the beauty of the inner life? Is it about how lonely and disconnected people can easily sink further into their own world? Or is about all these things?  These are all questions that hang over “Kumiko” and that give it its mysterious and memorable character.

(This movie is unrated, but it would probably be rated PG. It is only available on a Blu-ray edition.)

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The Story of a Cardinal

Thursday, July 30th, 2015

Jean-Marie Lustiger was born into a Jewish family in France, but World War II came and his family, knowing the dangers all around them, had their son hide with a Catholic family.  His mother died in the camps and he, to the disappointment and surprise of his family, joined the Church and became a priest, a bishop and finally a cardinal under John Paul II. This background is just barely recreated for us in “The Jewish Cardinal”, a new DVD, but it is important to the movie, and gives it its dramatic urgency. Based on a true story, the film opens in 1979 with Lustiger as a priest who is about to be promoted to bishop. His energy—visualized by his manic cigarette smoking and use of a moped—has caught the attention of higher-ups, as they realize this convert to the Church can be of great use to French society as it grows increasingly secular. But as he is promoted, the new bishop also has to deal with his elderly father, who continues to live with the grief of losing his wife to the Nazis and his son to the Church. But they do communicate—Lustiger’s cousin helps—while not resolving their differences. The story here, while it might seem foreign or uninteresting, is compellingly told.  It reaches a climax when Lustiger learns of the plans, in 1984, of nuns setting up a convent on the grounds of the Auschwitz concentration camp in Poland. The working out of this issue, as Lustiger seeks the aid of John Paul II, meets with Jewish leaders, and continues his work as a cardinal, is deftly and dramatically done; the conflict strikes directly into the heart of this Jewish/Catholic man and so perfectly symbolizes his journey from one world into another and the emotional toll it cost him. As the film draws to a close, we see a life well-lived—a life of hope, compassion and perserverence.

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“A Master Builder” on DVD

Saturday, June 27th, 2015

A Master Builder (Criterion DVD)A Master Builder”, adapted from the 1892 play by Henrik Ibsen, is a startling, moving and mysterious film masterfully put together by the director Jonathan Demme from the stage play first created by Wallace Shawn and Andre Gregory. It hardly needs stating that when a play is turned into a film, its form—the large amount of talking, the small amount of sets—can be a limitation for viewers used to, shall we say, more spectacular visuals and more action in general.  Those limitations, though rather obvious in “A Master Builder” (it was filmed almost entirely within the confines of a New York townhouse) are nevertheless more than overcome by the intensity of the script and the virtuosity of the acting. The set-up is quite simple, but the themes beneath that set-up are complex and mysterious. Wallace Shawn plays Solness, an aging architect who appears to be at death’s door: as the film opens, he is at home surrounded by nurses and hospital equipment and his friends and colleagues are coming to pay him homage. He talks to his doctor, and they discuss the young, who are, according to Solness, about to take over. No sooner is this said than the mysterious Hilda appears—young, vivacious and beautiful, a figure with the power to summon a past (and a future) that involves both Solness and herself. But who is she? And where does she really come from?  From this point on, the tension is grippingly apparent, as Hilda, coming to the house with almost nothing, quite easily makes herself at home despite the jealous looks from Solness’ wife, the secrets of the Master Builder become apparent, and the specter of death, looming from the beginning of the film, moves in closer. Solness, who stopped building church towers after a past personal tragedy, is now focused on “homes for families”—but, the viewer wonders, at what price will these towered houses be built?  Gregory and Shawn have mined gold from their adaptation, which is made contemporary in language and setting without being distracting. What starts modestly moves to an exciting and mysterious conclusion, a plot that delivers resolution without resorting to sentimentality or nihilism.

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“Last days in Vietnam”

Friday, May 29th, 2015



The Vietnam war—or “conflict”, as some call it—continues to be one of the most controversial wars this country has fought, and there’s no doubt of its historical resonance when our most recent fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan is repeatedly compared to it, for better or worse. The topic of the war divides people still, but a new documentary, “Last days in Vietnam” is sure to bridge at least some of the divide, if only because it steers clear of the causes of that conflict and instead focusses on the heroics of those who were there at the end, in 1975, when the Communist Vietcong forces reached Saigon, the capital of what was then South Vietnam.  Nominated for an Oscar for Best Documentary, “Last days” is a stirring, gripping retelling of the panic, fear, indecision and heroism that gripped Saigon as its fall became imminent. As the film makes clear, the unwillingness of Congress to send more money to the anti-Communist south played a large role in the inability of the South Vietnamese to defend themselves any further from the Vietcong. Was there a certain war-weariness that gripped them as well? Possibly. Whatever the case, the film shows us how the Americans still on the ground (and at sea) stepped up to the plate and did what they could for the thousands of South Vietnamese who, because they had allied themselves with the U.S., knew their lives were in mortal danger if they were caught by the invaders. Rushing and overwhelming the U.S. Embassy, the Vietnamese were ferried by helicopter and boat out of the country—an operation that involved continuous flying for some pilots of over 18 hours. “Last days” is one of those films where one is tempted to utter that “truth is stranger than fiction”—so dramatic are some of the stories told here. I highly recommend watching the longer (120 min.) version of this moving and revelatory documentary.


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“Tanner ’88” and American politics

Wednesday, April 29th, 2015


Though “Tanner ‘88” is not a brand-new release, and first appeared on cable TV (HBO, to be exact) over 25 years ago, the Criterion Collection edition at Kent District Library is new to our collection, and so merits a review in this space. Directed by Robert Altman, and written by Gary Trudeau of “Doonesbury” fame, “Tanner ‘88” strikes just the right tone of satire and seriousness, and there’s no doubt this is due to Altman and Trudeau’s collaboration.  As anyone who has watched even a handful of Altman’s films would know, his approach was almost always one that didn’t shy away from humor, but that at the same time grappled with serious underlying issues. The “issue” in this case is the nature of the system that produces our American president.  Though filmed (on videotape, thus giving it an even more news-like quality) during the 1988 campaign—ancient history for many people nowadays—the series, produced in 11 half-hour episodes, seamlessly melds footage of real candidates—Bruce Babbitt, Bob Dole and Jesse Jackson–with that of Jack Tanner, a fictional Democratic Congressman from Michigan who is running on a liberal political ticket and juggling numerous crises as he begins in snowy New Hampshire and finishes at the August Democratic convention in Atlanta. Using a documentary approach (there’s even a man with a video camera hovering around the main characters), Altman’s world of primaries and politics is rich in layers, particularly in his typical use of multiple conversations on the soundtrack and his revealing look into the back room maneuvers of political campaigns, including the serendipitous origin of Tanner’s campaign TV ad, shot through the top of a glass coffee table. Ending with the Democratic convention gives the series a thrilling but doomed sense of how things work at such events, and wraps it up in a thoroughly believable, though perhaps heightened, way.

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Two New Foreign War-Era DVDs

Friday, March 20th, 2015

The after-effects of a war can be as powerful and decisive as a war itself—it may be won, but the battle for other things, such as the ideas that spawned it in the first place, may continue to live on and manifest themselves in ways subtle or not so subtle.

Such is the case with two new DVD releases of foreign films, both based on true stories, one from the Czech Republic, the other from Argentina. “Burning Bush” shows how ordinary Czechoslovakians reacted to the trauma of Soviet and Warsaw Pact troops invading their country in August 1968, thus ending the period of greater freedom known as the Prague Spring. The decision of a young man, a college student, to douse himself in gas and set himself on fire—an event apparently meant to mirror the end of political freedom brought about by the Soviet Union—is the opening scene for this long, but nevertheless riveting drama that was originally shown on Czech television. The self-immolation, which takes place in a public square in Prague, naturally sends officials into a panic, knowing as they do that this suicide, like the one done by a Buddhist monk in Vietnam several years earlier, is meant to show the grief of many over having their country invaded. Enter Dagmar, a lawyer, who is asked by the mother of the young man to make sure her son’s name is not dishonored by the lies she knows the government is using against his memory. Dagmar does her best, but her work is also being actively opposed and monitored by a government that can no longer tolerate the freedoms it once allowed. Highly recommended.

The German Doctor” is about Joseph Mengele, that most infamous of Nazi doctors, who escaped along with a number of his compatriots to South America in the immediate aftermath of World War II. The state of Israel is hunting for these men, and Mengele is hiding out in rural Argentina under another name, but he soon ends up in a German school far from the city that is clearly an enclave of Nazi sympathizers. He has also befriended a family, and one of the children, a daughter named Lilith, catches his eye as a potential patient. Lilith is somewhat small for her age (she is 12), and the doctor has a potential solution, a growth hormone he’s been working on. Lilith’s mother is also pregnant, with twins. (Those who know anything about Mengele will find that frightening in itself.) Set in 1960, in a world unto itself (both culturally and geographically), the film has a slow, ominous build-up to a scarily atmospheric ending. Though occasionally lacking in its use of suspense, the film nevertheless delivers a potent dramatization of how long justice can be delayed, and evil lingers on long after it has supposedly been defeated.

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“The Trip” Goes On…

Friday, February 20th, 2015

The Trip to Italy,” like its predecessor “The Trip,” is a hilarious, meandering, essentially plotless movie that nevertheless captivates simply by the skill of its lead players. Starring two British actors (Rob Brydon and Steve Coogan) who are nowhere near as famous here as they are in the UK, the second movie simply takes the format of the first and transplants it to Italy.

For those who haven’t seen the first movie, here’s the set-up: Steve calls Rob at the last minute to accompany him on a trip to the north of England for a series of restaurant reviews he’s been hired to write. Rob agrees to go along. They are friends, but there is also enough tension in their relationship — Steve is sometimes annoyed by Rob’s endless impersonations of famous people, which seem to be a cover for a superficial personality — to give the story a thin, but substantial enough, basis to develop from.  And so the second movie simply moves our characters (if that’s the right word; they almost seem to be playing themselves) from England to Italy. Again, Steve has been hired to write, and Rob agrees to go along. Who could refuse free Italian cuisine and the most beautiful coastal cities of Italy?

That may sound boring, but the reason it’s great watching is simply that the verbal repartee between the two actors is very funny. Coogan plays (more or less) the straight man to Brydon’s goofball, as the latter veers from one famous person’s voice to another (Hugh Grant, Michael Caine, Clint Eastwood, Woody Allen). This is interwoven with discussions of a more personal nature, especially when women are involved, and questions of family and marriage arise. Finally, these are complemented by their continuing obsession with English Romantic poets — Wordsworth when they were in England, Shelley and Lord Byron while in Italy — and those poets’ haunts. A great sequel, well worth the time, especially in the depths of a Michigan winter.

(This film is not rated; it has some strong language and one brief violent scene.)


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The Muscle Shoals Story

Monday, January 19th, 2015

If you are a fan of the classic rock or R & B music of the last 50 years or more, there’s a good chance you will love the new documentary Muscle Shoals: The Incredible True Story of a Small Town with a Big Sound. Centering on a town—Muscle Shoals, Alabama—and a man—producer Rick Hall—the movie takes us through the golden years of music that was, incredibly, recorded in a small town, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, but, to be more exact, the far northwest corner of Alabama, a place unto itself but in the same region as those famous centers of music, Nashville and Memphis.

That sense of place is important, as the film makes clear, and it has no doubt contributed, in some mysterious way, to the amazing production of music there, with artists ranging from Wilson Pickett to Aretha Franklin to Alicia Keys. Director Greg Camalier uses archival footage and photos and a wide gamut of music to tell us how Rick Hall (see photo), overcoming several tragedies in his personal life, including poverty and death and, starting humbly with a small studio, went on to record the giants of popular music. But he didn’t do it alone—he had the amazing help of The Swampers, a group of white, Alabama-born musicians who very often surprised the African-American singers they were backing with the talent and harmony they found with the singers. We learn all this through the words of Hall and his musicians, but also through interviews with a number of the great singers who recorded there, including Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Aretha Franklin, Etta James and Clarence Carter, as well as Steve Winwood and Bono.

“Muscle Shoals” inspires the viewer both in the presentation of some great music, but also in its celebration of how that music, in many different ways, can bring people together, can chase away sorrows and even bridge long-held racial divides. It shines a bright light on yet another hidden corner of the cultural landscape of America.


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World War II from the Other Side

Thursday, December 11th, 2014

The back of the box for “Generation War” calls it a “German ‘Band of Brothers.’” Starting in 1941 and ending with the war itself in 1945, “Generation War” in its scope—Germany, Russia, Poland—and cast of characters is certainly worth comparing with that epic HBO mini-series originally broadcast in 2001. The most important difference is the fact that this three-part series—each a feature-length movie—is purely from the German point of view. To be specific, two brothers, both soldiers; a nurse working behind the front lines, an aspiring singer, and a tailor who also happens to be Jewish. Believing the war will be over by Christmas (of 1941), these five young people are of course unaware of the horrors they are going to encounter. As viewers we watch them lose their innocence as the nightmare of Nazism and the world war envelope them.

There are a couple reasons I found this series compelling. For one, watching the story of the war in Europe from the German side rather than the American is powerful, giving us faces and voices that we wouldn’t normally encounter in a drama set in this era. Beyond that. though, the story gives us fully human characters—characters who start out agreeing with Hitler’s cause (or at least sympathetic to it) but, over the course of four brutal years, see its costs both in personal and national terms. These people draw our sympathy rather than our ire, and that of course makes us care for them, despite (or because of) their predicaments. The second reason “Generation War” (originally titled in German “Our Mothers, Our Fathers”—an apt title for younger generations to think about) works so well is its use of parallel stories—moving us from the Russian front to Berlin and occupied Poland, each character’s fate different than the other but united by the fact that these five were and are friends who ultimately want nothing more than to be reunited with each other and get on with their lives. I won’t give away the ending, other than to say that in its sadness and joy it brings us to a conclusion that is both sobering and believable.


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