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A DISTURBANCE IN THE FORCE is an Entertaining and Insightful Documentary about a STAR WARS TV Special That’s Neither
Out now on VOD: A Disturbance in the Force: How the Star Wars Holiday Special Happened
The infamously awful Star Wars Holiday Special has become a fairly well known phenomenon thanks to the internet age of fandom which has made it easily available for anyone curious enough to check it out, and has even become something of a rite of passage for fans of the franchise. But for years, it was the stuff of legend, like Roger Corman’s Fantastic Four movie: something you might find hope to find through tape-swapping circles or at a shady booth at a comic or sci-fi convention. Many fans who weren’t born at the time of its single airing in 1978 simply didn’t even know it existed.
Here at Cinapse we’re no strangers to this curio and we’ve reviewed it in the past. In 2015, Frank Calvillo asked the question, “Who’s Really to Blame for The Star Wars Holiday Special?”. A couple years later I made our team watch it for a Two Cents review roundup – and still hold out hope that one day they’ll forgive me.
For anyone unfamiliar, the Holiday Special is a 1978 variety special which featured many of the film’s key cast members including Harrison Ford, Mark Hamill, Carrie Fisher, Anthony Daniels, and Peter Mayhew, as well as guest stars like Bea Arthur, Harvey Korman, and Art Carney. The variety format means there are a lot of different interludes, sketches, and musical numbers, but the main wraparound story centers on a “Life Day” celebration on the Wookiee home planet Kashyyyk, where the gang drops in on Chewbacca’s family – wife Malla, idiot son Lumpy, and insatiably horny granddad Itchy who enjoys donning a VR headset to (very vocally) watch softcore in the middle of the living room. Originally planned as an hourlong broadcast, it was stretched to two – and that’s no small part of why it’s so bad.
Frank isn’t the only person who has asked just how the Star Wars Holiday Special happened. That’s the driving question (and subtitle) behind the thoroughly enjoyable new documentary film A Disturbance in the Force.
This documentary isn’t a mere cash-in on the popularity of Star Wars, but a thoroughly researched and well-crafted treatment, with a lot of terrific new interviews in addition to archival materials. Many people involved in the special’s creation are tapped to talk about their experience. People like (among many others beyond my ability to recall or list) director Steve Binder, prolific writer Bruce Vilanch, Lucasfilm’s Craig Miller and Miki Herman, and even filmmaker Mick Garris, who I was surprised to learn was an early Star Wars Co. employee.
Modern filmmakers and comedians like Weird Al Yankovic, Kevin Smith, Bobcat Goldthwait, Patton Oswalt, and Paul Scheer offer up their memories and insights. In this respect I found Seth Green the most interesting – through his work on the Robot Chicken Star Wars parodies he had the opportunity to work with George Lucas and ask him frankly about his thoughts. The major Star Wars players aren’t on hand for new interviews, but the filmmakers have culled archives to pull clips and quotes from Bea Arthur, Harvey Korman, George Lucas, and the Star Wars cast.
Also covered is the film’s pop culture imprint, highlighting clips and references from The Goldbergs, The Mandalorian, The Big Bang Theory, Conan O’Brien, and Weird Al’s “White and Nerdy” music video.
The film also steps outside of the Holiday Special to highlight other weird and oft-forgotten Star Wars TV ephemera, including appearances on Donny and Marie and The Richard Pryor Show. A key point that’s identified it that the 70s were a wild time, and Star Wars wasn’t really Star Wars yet – The Empire Strikes Back was still to come, fans were hungry for any scraps they could get. These days we have a sense of the franchise’s identity, but in 1978 it was as yet just “a movie”, albeit one very much in the zeitgeist – and ripe for both promotion and parody. Donnie Osmond is a great interviewee, offering up a lot of memories on his Star Wars experience as well as insights about 70’s TV in general and the popularity of variety programming.
Suffice it to say, this is a tremendously entertaining AND enlightening documentary that’s unquestionably better than its subject.
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SHREDDER ORPHEUS (1989) on Blu-ray: A Gutterpunk Retelling of the Greek Tragedy – Review and Screen Comparisons
A descent to hell, set in a nightmare world of homelessness, skateboarding, and mind-numbing midnight cable TV
New on Blu-ray from AGFA and Vinegar Syndrome, Shredder Orpheus is resurrected from the VHS wasteland in a new edition looking better on home video than its creators probably ever could have anticipated. A preservation of the VHS version of the movie is also included on disc, which is great not only for the nostalgic element of respecting the way fans might remember it, but for comparison as well. Throughout this article we’ll share comparative images of both versions.
Among the most well-known tales of classic Greek myth is that of Orpheus, a legendary musician and hero from among the company of Jason’s Argonauts who sought the Golden Fleece, and who later traveled to the Underworld to bring back his beloved Eurydice from death.
Left: VHS Preservation // Right: Blu-ray The Tragedy of Orpheus and Eurydice is so universal and operatic in its concept and themes of love and loss that it’s adaptable to virtually any culture and medium, and has been adapted into numerous films as varied and unique as Jean Cocteau’s career-spanning Orphic Trilogy, Brazilian director Marcel Camus’s Black Orpheus, and from the video wasteland, Shredder Orpheus, written, produced, and directed by Robert McGinley, and also starring McGinley as Orpheus.
As McGinley mentions on the commentary, the film is stylistically inspired by exactly what you would guess from watching it: the surreal late-night TV of Videodrome, the post-apocalyptic survivalism of Mad Max 2, and the energetic skateboarding of Bones Brigade skate videos.
Left: VHS Preservation // Right: Blu-ray There’s little hope to be found in The Grey Zone, a derelict district of vagrants and crust punks who barely scrape by, making their dwelling in shipping containers.
For people like Axel (Steven Jesse Bernstein), Scratch (Linda Severt), and Razoreus (Marshall Reid), what little pleasure life has to offer is found in skateboarding and rock music. And the best rock around is that of their friend and local legend Orpheus and his band, The Shredders, which includes his beloved girlfriend Eurydice (Megan Murphy).
Left: VHS Preservation // Right: Blu-ray Axel, a disabled war veteran, gets around by using a longboard as a wheelchair, and serves as our narrator in the fashion of a Greek chorus, relating the story of how things went down from his street-level perspective.
Left: VHS Preservation // Right: Blu-ray A local cable channel, Euthanasia Broadcast Network (EBN), is actually a secret gateway to hell, run by demonic producers who program mind-numbing, brainwashing late-night content specifically designed to dull the masses. When they get ahold of video footage of the beautiful Eurydice, they decide to take possession of her by bringing her to the underworld – by murdering her at her wedding.
Left: VHS Preservation // Right: Blu-ray That’s too much for Orpheus, who follows into the bowels of the hell that is the EBN to steal back his bride from her untimely death, armed with his wedding gift – a mystical electric lyre, said to have been crafted by Jimi Hendrix, imbued with unknown powers.
Left: VHS Preservation // Right: Blu-ray The term “shredder” in the title serves multiple duties, applying not only to Orpheus’s band and their guitar shredding, and to his identity as a skateboarder, but also a more nefarious and hidden definition: as the dead enter the Underworld, EBN puts their records through their shredding room, destroying their memories and placating their will. It’s only those with a strong enough resolve to overcome this that have any chance of escape.
Left: VHS Preservation // Right: Blu-ray This movie is absolutely wild and worth checking out, especially if you have any affection or nostalgia for old school skate videos, weird shot-on-video movies, or late-night cable TV. It’s also a surprisingly faithful adaptation of the Orphic tragedy, creating modern parallels for mythological elements like the traditional Greek chorus, Hades, the River Styx, the Guardians of the Underworld, and the Maenads of Dionysus. It’s bizarre, artistic, unforgettable, and, literally, punk as hell.
The Package
The film is distinctly culled from the VHS-era, and also something of a last gasp of the 80s, a 1989 film which made its release in 1990. Vinegar Syndrome describes the video as “Preserved from a 35mm blow-up print; created from the original 16mm, Beta SP, and 1″ tape master elements”.
Considering its mixed 16mm and video source, the movie looks terrific. The movie did have some theatrical engagement, thus the blow-up print, but was primarily known as a videotape, and this is certainly the best it’s ever been seen outside of a theater. The lo-fi source is fitting to the time and theme; really the only noticeable video era artifact is that on transitions only, some brief combing can be seen. It’s usually on a single frame and a few at most – something that’s almost invisible and not likely to be noticed by most viewers. Here are a few examples.
The standard edition features a clear Elite keepcase and booklet. Vinegar Syndrome also offers a limited edition (of 2000) which adds a spot-gloss slipcover, “only available on our website and at select indie retailers. Absolutely no major retailers will be stocking them.”
The included booklet is no mere throwaway insert, but a 20-page treasury with an essay by Amy Rose, interview with Robert McGinley, vintage materials including a magazine ad for the VHS tape, and even a letter from “Orpheus” writing to today’s plugged-in, internet-connected audience who have traded in mind-numbing cable TV for mind-numbing social media and rampant misinformation.
Special Features and Extras
- Commentary with director Robert McGinley and AGFA’s Bret Berg
- Preservation of the original VHS version (does not play with subtitles or commentary)
- Bombshelter Video promo from 1993 (6:20)
A hosted EPK that’s part ad, part skate video. I’m not sure if the film grain is real or faked (it seems something like this would’ve been shot on video), but either way it’s worth mentioning that you will rarely get the opportunity to see vintage skate video material like this actually looking this great.
- Behind the scenes photo gallery (5:32)
- Original home video trailer (1:10)
- Booklet with a Robert McGinley interview by David J. Moore and writing by Amy Rose
I’ll close this out with a bunch of additional screen grabs that further show the film’s unique look on both the VHS and Blu-ray transfers.
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Shredder Orpheus Blu-ray
Vinegar Syndrome Exclusive – Shredder Orpheus Limited Edition Blu-ray with SlipcoverExcept where noted, all 16:9 screen images in this review are direct captures from the disc(s) in question with no editing applied, but may have compression or resizing inherent to file formats and formatting for web.
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Criterion Review: PINOCCHIO [4K-UHD]
Guillermo Del Toro and Mark Gustafson’s radical reinvention of a classic fable dazzles on physical media
Stills and Artwork courtesy of The Criterion Collection. “What happens, happens. And then…we are gone.”
What I love so much about Guillermo Del Toro’s work is that he’s a filmmaker with a constant fascination with the duality inherent in so much of the human experience: death and life, corruption and innocence, the real and the fantastic. While these forces often come into conflict with one another across his films, making for dazzling and memorable cinema, Del Toro never quite says that these sides are in direct opposition. Rather, they’re often the same–circular beginnings and endings that are part of a singular experience, one both immediate and immortal. The flawed can be redeemed; the living die, and often come back; and we live in a world that, for all of the direness of reality, is full of life-affirming magic if we know where to look.
Del Toro’s approach to Pinocchio, co-written by Over the Garden Wall’s Patrick McHale and co-directed by animation vet Mark Gustafson, builds upon this fascination in ways that both disturb and delight. Placing Carlo Collodi’s ubiquitous fairytale within Italy’s descent into Fascism during the 1930s, the innocent mishaps of this wooden boy (Gregory Mann) take on a decidedly rebellious streak both inspire the conforming villagers around him but also make him a target by those who find power in stamping out such individuality. The traveling troupe that Pinocchio becomes the star of finds fame and fortune in appeasing Il Duce, while the Pleasure Island refuge for little boys becomes a Youth Camp for future soldiers, their transformation into donkeys substituted for the more rigorous, childhood-killing changes into adult soldiers.
Yet whether as an instrument of profit or war, Pinocchio finds a way to undermine and upend each of the corrupting systems that happen to steal him away. As a star, he falls into the rhythms of Count Volpe’s (Christoph Waltz) blatantly nationalistic performance, until as a practical joke towards his “owner,” Pinocchio humiliates Benito Mussolini in a far more scatological routine–to his face! When whisked off to be the perfect soldier based on the fact he cannot die, Pinocchio’s stint in the military helps rescue the childhoods of the boys around him rather than crushing his own. Placed in a mock battlefield of confetti grenades and paint rifles, a war game intended to teach the kids how to pit themselves against one another instead becomes a model lesson in working together and the power of friendship.
Sure, Pinocchio’s innocence may cause more damage than benefit at the beginning–including his repeated death, to the exasperation of the henchmen of the afterlife. Yet the mark he leaves is always one of potential transformation. He causes Lampwick (Finn Wolfhard), initially the model Fascist youth, to question the emotional reasons behind his devotion to both his father (Ron Perlman) and fatherland. In accepting and later revolting against the strings puppeteering him, Pinocchio causes monkey Spazzatura (Cate Blanchett) to question his own and feeds a further fire of rebellion. Cricket Sebastian (Ewan McGregor), reluctantly tasked with being Pinocchio’s conscience, eventually finds his own when faced with Pinocchio’s headfirst and chaotic approach to being a naturally good person. Finally, Pinocchio can help his creator (David Bradley) overcome the overwhelming grief that inspired his creation in the first place.
What makes Pinocchio such a welcome evolution in Del Toro’s fascination with the duality of human experience is how much Pinocchio takes both sides of whatever conflict he faces to heart. The joyous insanity at the heart of Pinocchio’s absent-minded spirit of rebellion is the catalyst for so much change around him, even as it’s this same spirit that everyone tries to stamp out in attempts to “convert” him. He’s a walking, talking avatar of embracing this duality–and shows us how easy it is to embrace all of our contradictions once we stop seeing them as mutually exclusive emotions or traits. I mean, even the movie’s humor embraces the ability to be silly and sinister with such sincere aplomb; it’s a film with a musical number about poop that becomes the most effective weapon against Fascism!
While the Pinocchio story has had countless adaptations over the centuries since Carlo Collodi’s story was first published, Del Toro and Gustafson’s film may either be the first or the most memorable version to embrace just what giving life to the lifeless truly means. To give life is to take it away; and, conscious of the fact that this life can vanish in an instant, Pinocchio encourages us to find wonder and a capacity for change in all things fleeting. If things begin and end, why not end them better than they were before?
Criterion’s release of Pinocchio is the latest culmination in both their partnership with Del Toro as well as with streaming giant Netflix; it’s fitting that this film, a handcrafted treasure from those involved in its production, one about an inspirational spirit breaking free of the hands that bind him, finds its own renewed longevity in physical form outside of the more ethereal system that created it.
Video/Audio:
Criterion presents Pinocchio in its original 1.85:1 aspect ratio in Dolby Vision 4K HDR on the UHD disc and 1080p on the accompanying Blu-ray. Both films are presented in Dolby Atmos, which downmixes to 5.1-Channel Surround Sound on most systems. Subtitles for the Deaf and Hard-of-Hearing and an English-language Descriptive Audio track are available for the feature film on both discs. Information about the source transfer is not provided–but as a Netflix production, it is safe to assume that both the video and audio tracks are sourced from the original digital masters provided by the studio.
Befitting a film whose handicraft is perpetually on display, the HDR pass on Pinocchio is a vibrant labor of love. The vastly differentiated textures accentuating the lived-in quality of this manufactured version of 1930s Italy are reverently featured here, notably the renovated, built-out qualities of city structures on top of ruins and the minute wood shavings and dust of Gepetto’s workshop. Even the qualities of the natural world shine here, from the pustulant bile inside the monstrous Dogfish to the rippling fur and feathers of Death and the blue-black sand surrounding her. Darkness feels monstrous and foreboding throughout, with a quality of finality and mystery, notably in Pinocchio’s afterlife where shining light seems to recoil rather than naturally fade out–this isn’t flagging any sense of black crush, rather highlighting how this transfer reveals the amount of control Del Toro, Gustafson, and their animation team had over every aspect of the film to augment the themes of the story. This transfer, also available on its parent platform Netflix, joins its fellow Streamer-to-4K Criterion Okja in benefiting from no longer needing to buffer to reach its peak potential.
The Atmos sound mix is also wonderfully immersive, particularly the woodwind-focused score by Alexandre Desplat accompanying the stacked ensemble cast’s vocal and musical performances. As critic Matt Zoller Seitz references in his essay, Pinocchio is a film that embraces its silent moments akin to a Miyazaki film; however, the film’s silent moments are realistically full of an ambiance of their own, whether it’s the faint sounds of nature on a country road or something far more otherworldly and dissonant in the intimate deserts of the afterlife.
While the film looks just as stellar on the accompanying Blu-ray, the 4K UHD disc will definitely receive the most revisits as part of my collection with its awe-inspiring picture and sonic quality.
Special Features:
- Handcarved Cinema: Criterion has expanded this previously-available promotional featurette with Netflix by eight minutes, which provides an in-depth look at the creation of the film from pre-production to final post tweaks, alongside interviews with the cast and crew. A personal highlight is finally getting to see Cate Blanchett discuss her methodology in voicing a near-wordless monkey by way of incorporating some of Del Toro’s own mannerisms.
- Directing Stop-Motion: Directing team Del Toro and Gustafson recount the unique challenges of marrying the practicalities and limitations of stop-motion with Del Toro’s signature vision.
- Guillermo Del Toro and Farran Smith-Nehme: Writer-director Del Toro and critic Smith-Nehme discuss the influence of Del Toro’s previous work and longtime fascinations with folklore and iconography in approaching a new musical adaptation of a classic international fairytale.
- Crafting Pinocchio for MOMA: In a new interview, Museum of the Modern Art’s film exhibition curator Ron Magliozzi discusses how he and his MOMA team visited and selected elements for a future exhibit for the film while Pinocchio was still in production, accompanied by those elements both in-studio as well as in their later exhibition state.
- Eight Rules of Animation: A jaunty recap of the Pinocchio production team’s eight tenets to achieve the look of the film, accompanied by archival stills and behind-the-scenes video, narrated by Zoom sessions with the team as they make notes on sequences in progress.
- Q&A Sessions: Two lengthy awards season post-screening Q&As, one from 2022 with the directing team moderated by author Neil Gaiman, and another from 2023 with the directors, production designer Guy Davis, composer Alexandre Desplat, and sound designer Scott Martin Gershin, moderated by director James Cameron.
- Booklet: Two essays are included, one by film critic and author Matt Zollar Seitz discussing how the themes of corruption and innocence throughout Del Toro’s filmography return in his first stop-motion film, as well as another by children’s author and Del Toro collaborator Cornelia Funke discussing the evolution of Carlo Collodi’s original stories across multiple film adaptations.
Guillermo Del Toro’s Pinocchio is now available on 4K UHD, Blu-ray, and DVD courtesy of The Criterion Collection.
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A Mother and Child Escape Reality in the Wondrous L’IMMENSITA
“I’m not worried by the fantasies of children. I’m more worried by the fantasies of adults.”
One of the most acclaimed performances of the year has been Penelope Cruz’s turn as Laura in Ferrari, Michael Mann’s take on Enzo Ferrari, and the revitalization of the famous automobile empire. In that film, Cruz plays Laura, Enzo’s wife, who nails every scene she’s in, elevating what could have been another stock female character. The praise Cruz has earned is just, and her turn serves as the latest in a career that has continued to provide one mesmerizing characterization after another. While everyone is still hyped up on Cruz’s work in Ferrari, they should not count out her stunning portrayal of a mother trying to understand her daughter and herself in this year’s little-seen, but incredibly moving L ‘immensita.
In L’immensita, Cruz plays Clara, a wife and mother raising her children in 1970s Rome. While her marriage is an unhappy one, she enjoys a loving relationship with all her children, especially Adriana (Luana Guiliani), her eldest daughter. Although Adriana, or “Adri” has always been a happy child, lately she has begun to question her gender identity through a burgeoning relationship with a girl from another part of town named Sara (Penelope Nieto Conti). Throughout the film, both Clara and Adri take a look at their lives and try to decide where they each belong.
I remember watching an Actors on Actors episode in which Minnie Driver commented that one of the most important aspects when it came to deciding to take on a character was identity. It’s easy to see why she feels this way. Identity is the building block from which actors craft their interpretation of the person they’re bringing to life. L’immensita offers one of the most captivating views on identity by following two people at opposite ends of the spectrum and allowing them the emotional space to genuinely look at who they are and who they really are. The way co-writer/director Emanuele Crialese films the people in L’immensita is just breathtaking. He follows both Clara and Adri on their respective journeys giving them room to explore themselves in a way that doesn’t feel invasive while making room for the audience to join both mother and daughter as they find the courage to try and shed the roles that their societies has expected them to play.
If L’immensita sounds like too much of an emotional character piece without much levity, rest assured nothing can be further from the truth. The film contains so many whimsical moments that truly surprise and even venture into the realm of magical realism in a couple of instances. Most of these elements are found in the glorious musical numbers in which Clara and Adri are both seen lipsynching to various songs. Some of these numbers play out in the real world, while others take place in imaginary settings where both characters are at their freest and most alive. It’s also in these sequences where the two family members are at their most in sync as the film presents an electrifying illustration of finding innocence and escape, regardless of the world surrounding you. The levels of curiosity and wonder, especially in the musical numbers, are pretty and ultimately prove essential to making L’immensita work. In ways unexpected, the film shows the vital need to be able to escape the coldness of reality to try and understand it.
It’s hard not to get behind L’immensita‘s mission of not accepting the reality that’s been forced on someone and finding the one that allows them to be most themselves. Crialese’s film does this beautifully while also touching on other topics, such as the role of men in women in the 1970s, family dysfunction, and teenage sexuality. Seeing both characters explore such areas of life through different perspectives makes the film a coming-of-age tale for both mother and child. At its heart, L’immensita is just as much about the familial bond as it is about identity; it’s about clinging to that one person who has always seen you and loved you no matter what.
L’immensita is now available on Blu-ray and DVD from Music Box Films.
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Criterion Puts a Legend Back in the Spotlight with LA BAMBA
“My dreams are pure rock and roll!”
La Bamba is one of those movies I can somehow clearly remember from my youth, despite it not being one of my favorites. Because it was on constant rotation on HBO back in the 80s and because my father was a Ritchie Valens fan, the film played in our house constantly to the point that a handful of scenes have always been able to replay in my head as if I’d just watched them yesterday. Watching La Bamba today with more age and experience under my belt, the movie hits a little differently. What I considered a minor staple from my cinephile youth now played like a slightly campy biopic that was more melodramatic than I remembered, but also more deeply meaningful in ways I didn’t expect.
Director Luis Valdez brought the story of Ritchie Valens to the screen in 1987 with this account-based retelling of how a lower-class Hispanic youth rose to fame with hits such as “Donna,” “Come On, Let’s Go,” and of course, the titular track. Starring Lou Diamond Phillips as Valens, Esai Morales as his brother Bob, Elizabeth Pena as his sister-in-law Rosie, Danielle Von Zerneck as his high-school sweetheart Donna, and Rosanna DeSoto as his mother Connie, the film tracks the journey of one of the most influential musicians who had ever lived.
It has to be because of all the film knowledge that I’ve soaked up in the decades since La Bamba came out that is responsible for the way it plays today. What hits the most from a cinematic perspective is the shakiness of the movie’s nuance. For every scene that works, there are two more that don’t thanks to a lack of modulation of dramatic levels. Case in point, virtually every scene that shows Richie and Bob’s rocky relationship, specifically the Christmas sequence in which the latter can hold in his jealousy of the former ‘s success no longer. There’s not a lot of grace behind the camera, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t moments which are instantly indelible. The sequence showing the origins of “La Bamba” is a key scene where the film strikes a natural, beautiful chord. By the time the third act rolls around, any shortcomings are more or less forgiven thanks to the powerful way Valdez shoots the fateful moments leading up to Richie’s death and his family being delivered the news.
Where La Bamba succeeds the most is in the area of identity. The movie’s chronicling of Valens’ life is done at such a breakneck pace and with not enough of the kind of finesse it deserves. Yet the film still manages to make an upfront comment on the Mexican-American experience that, unlike most of the movie, is wisely left alone and allowed to play out subtly. The scene where “La Bamba” is born (at least, the version as we know it today) is a highlight, especially in seeing how emblematic it was of Valens’ own experience as someone living in two cultures. When we see him perform the song in front of an audience, bringing them to their feet, it becomes obvious that he’s the only one who could have made that happen. It’s so easy all these years later to overlook how revolutionary that song was. Yet watching Richie lay down the vocals in the recording booth, we watch him find his sound, and in a sense, himself. It’s a telling and poignant moment for anyone who has ever carried two cultures side by side.
Valdez’s directing career never achieved higher heights than it did with La Bamba, despite some notable highlights. The filmmaker’s adaptation of the musical Zoot Suit is an eternally electric experience. But La Bamba remains his crowning achievement. In 2017, the National Film Registry of the Library of Congress selected the film for inclusion in its long list of titles which have come to represent the best of cinema. According to the registry, the films selected are chosen because they are “culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant,” which describes La Bamba perfectly. It’s unfortunate that the movie is somewhat less than the sum of its parts. But the parts that soar do so with gusto, heart, and the kind of “ganas” that made Valens both an innovator and an icon.
La Bamba is now available on Blu-ray and DVD as part of The Criterion Collection.
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ALL OF US STRANGERS Looks for Connection in One of the Best Films of the Year
Andrew Haigh’s ethereal All of Us Strangers is staggering. It’s an exploration of loss, loneliness, and, ultimately, connection. It’s about the inherent messiness of being human and the miracle of empathy, the most priceless gift we can give each other. Every moment in our lives is fleeting, and it’s the moments where we shut ourselves off from the world that will linger longest. Whether it’s time with friends and family taken for granted or a run in with a stranger cut off before it has a chance to develop, All of Us Strangers shows that it’s the connections, and the missed ones, that have the power to transcend.
Adam (Andrew Scott) lives a life of solitude. The movie starts off with him sitting in his apartment, wasting the day away. He snacks and falls asleep in front of his TV. He stares at his laptop screen, struggling to write anything. A neighbor, Harry (Paul Mescal), drunkenly knocks on Adam’s door. Adam politely declines Harry’s invitation to hang out. Haigh lets the camera linger on Adam’s face after he shuts the door. He shakes his head and smiles. It feels like he knows he should’ve said yes but is too afraid. Well, maybe that’s not the right word. He might be too damaged to open himself up to more potential hurt. Plus, he has a script that he needs to write. All he’s written is a slug line for that references a place (a home) and a year (1987). Adam ends up going out to visit his childhood home where he sees his Mum (Claire Foy) and Dad (Jamie Bell), or he thinks he does. Mum and Dad died in 1987.
From there Adam splits his time between visiting his parents and his burgeoning friendship with Harry. Is Adam imagining this? All of it? Some of it? Or has he found a way to connect with his parents beyond this mortal plane? The fascinating thing about Haigh’s script, which is based on Taichi Yamada’s novel Strangers, is that it could be any of those. It could also be all inside Adam’s head, a writer concocting a way to excavate his past and present. That’s up to each viewer to decide for themselves. Real or not, the scenes between Adam and his parents are the heart of the movie. Separated for good when Adam was only 12, he’s now the in the same age range as his parents were when they died. It makes for an unnerving image with Mum and Dad forever youthful while Adam looks older and more world weary. The age disparity, or relative lack thereof, highlights how much they’ve all lost. The lives they could’ve led, individually and together. By this point they’ve been separated longer than the twelve years they had together, and the enormity of that loss comes sharply into focus. Scott, Bell, and Foy are tremendous in these scenes. There’s a small moment between the three, buried beneath the catharsis of their other conversations, that I haven’t been able to shake. Mum asks a question about their deaths, which the audience already knows the answer to, and Adam gifts his parents a bit of dignity and grace when he answers. It’s a seemingly small moment, but the way Mum react is lets us know it’s anything but. The depth of the empathy in this moment took my breath away, and the film is full of similar moments.
After breaking hearts in Aftersun, Mescal plays many of those notes again as Harry, with similarly devastating results. Just like Adam, Mum, and Dad, Harry’s life hasn’t exactly played out like he hoped. Mescal plays Harry as an someone eternally open to life. This approach has brought him more pain than joy. But where Adam has shut himself off from the world, Harry continues to put himself out there. Whatever they are searching for in life, the answer certainly is not in an empty apartment. The funny thing is that both men act out of self-preservation, and it’s brought them together at this specific moment in time.
There’s just never enough time.
That manifests in ways that are obvious, like first dates we wish would never end. Then there are the realizations that can only come from lived experience, but those life lessons are perhaps the most bitter. Like coming to understand that someone can be a part of your life for as long as you’ve been alive and still have so much to learn about each other. All of Us Strangers posits that the only way to bridge the gap from person to person is to be in the moment with whoever you’re with, whenever you’re with them, however you’re with them. Those moments of connection, no matter how brief they are, can make us eternal. Haigh has built a career out of depicting the staggering highs and lows of human connection. All of Us Strangers lands somewhere between the flash in time romance of Weekend and the decades-long marriage at the center of 45 Years. Like those films, All of Us Strangers is beautiful and haunting.
All Of Us Strangers opens in theaters December 22nd
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Lost Souls Are Found in ALL OF US STRANGERS
“I’ve always felt like a stranger in my own family.”
All of Us Strangers is an incredible film, with each piece, from the acting to the script working to create the kind of magical cinematic experience that’s rewarding in every way possible. One aspect in particular in which the film soars is cinematography. Jamie Ramsay’s lensing of the film’s two distinct worlds is so sublime, that it’s easy to feel transported onto the screen and into the space the characters are inhabiting. This is not surprising since all of writer/director Andrew Haigh’s films share this trait. Be it 45 Years or Lean on Pete, there isn’t an effort the filmmaker has created that didn’t have the kind of look that makes whatever film the audience is watching come across like a piece of art. At a time when other higher-profile films will be given accolades in this area, I felt that before I heap praise onto it, I commend All of Us Strangers for being one of the most richly shot and exquisite-looking films of the year.
Based on the novel by Taichi Yamada, All of Us Strangers follows Adam (Andrew Scott), a single screenwriter living alone in London. Frustrated by his writer’s block, Adam decides to take a train ride to the town he lived in as a child until his parents’ death. Once there, he finds himself transported back in time and encounters the ghosts of his father (Jamie Bell) and mother (Claire Foy), who are still living in Adam’s childhood home. Meanwhile, in the present day, Adam starts to develop a romantic relationship with his neighbor Harry (Paul Mescal).
The way Haigh guides his audience into the past is so gentle and subtle, that you don’t even notice the switch right away. Beginning with the way Adam’s father finds him in the park (almost like he’s a lost little boy), everything in the world that was left behind feels so authentic, it makes us yearn for the fantasy at hand to be real. Finding his parents right where he left them at the exact time they died takes Adam for a loop at first, but he very quickly embraces the fantasy by realizing that in his mind they haven’t aged and they never will. It’s so beautiful to watch the conversations Adam never got to have with his parents play out as he is able to find closure at long last and allow himself to finally have the moments that were taken from him, both the sweet ones and the hard ones. None of this would work as beautifully and believably as it does here were it not for Haigh knowing how to move past the initial “gimmick” (for lack of a better term) and focus on the beauty and truth of the moment at hand. The filmmaker also knows it’s just as important for Adam’s parents’ ghosts to unburden themselves on their son, thereby giving their souls peace. All of it makes for a collection of stellar exchanges in some of the best scenes of the year.
It’s interesting to see Adam’s existence in the present altered by his visits to the past. From the film’s early scenes, we recognize him as a somewhat fractured individual who is simply doing the best he can. With Harry’s introduction into Adam’s life, so much is understood about both of their realities. We see the difficulties of connecting as well as the struggle between wanting to connect and not knowing how. Both Adam and Harry represent prime examples of a specific generation of gay men who largely only had themselves to rely on, emotionally, at least. These are men who lived with a need to be held, a need to be seen, and a dominating fear of both those feelings. All of Us Strangers takes great care to show how such a fear can be spurred by the kind of trauma and grief both Adam and Harry have experienced in their own ways. It’s also in the present-day scenes where the “strangers” of the film’s title becomes the clearest, referring to the collection of gay men whose families never knew them, could never possibly know them in the way other “strangers” like them could. In so many ways, Haigh’s film belongs to them, to that generation of gay men who were lost at one point, and especially to those who were never found.
Scott’s portrayal is what makes the two sides of All of Us Strangers work. The film has such a strong emotional throughline that can only work if it moves like a freight train. In Scott’s hands, it does thanks to the way the actor gives himself to the material, allowing all of his character’s pain and regret to wash over him. Bell and Foy are both given deceptively complex roles, which they master by playing their characters’ reality as a reality and responding to Scott with such beauty and groundedness. Finally, Mescal invests so much into Harry, exposing his weaknesses and fragility so much, that the character becomes an important part of Adam’s journey, rather than just a peripheral figure.
When Adam has to lose his parents again, it’s almost too much to bear despite also knowing how necessary it is for the character. This realization is the biggest testament to Haigh’s talents as a storyteller. In what has become his trademark, the director manages to touch his audience in a very quietly human and organic manner. With a mesmerizing score and seamless scene transitions, All of Us Strangers does well by balancing its haunting nature with the kind of tenderness that feels safe and familiar in the best of ways. Regardless of anyone’s opinions on ghosts and the afterlife, most will (and should) find it incredibly hard not to give into the catharsis and elegiac qualities of Adam’s experience, especially those who wish they could have one of their own.
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Unboxing 88 Films’ LONG ARM OF THE LAW PARTS I & II
An in-depth look at the physical package of the new box set
Newly available on Blu-ray, the box set for crime saga Long Arm of the Law Parts I & II is the latest from one of our favorite new international distributors, 88 Films, whose recent output of Hong Kong classics has been revelatory.
I’ll be posting a review of the Blu-rays and movies in a separate article, but first here’s a pictorial look at this beautifully crafted set.
The package includes each film on their own Blu-ray disc with extras and keepcase, housed together in a rigid slipbox. Each movie boasts a double-sided cover insert, providing the option to display classic or new artwork. The package also includes physical extras; a double-sided poster with the classic artwork of both films and a very meaty illustrated booklet with an analysis by Tom Cunliffe, 40 pages cover to cover.
External Box
with J-Card with J-Card without J-Card without J-Card J-card Detail Keep-cases/Discs
Reverse Art (classic) Reverse Art (classic) Part I inner view (w/booklet insert) Reverse Art (classic) Reverse Art (classic) Part II inner view (w/poster insert) Booklet (housed in Disc 1 case)
Double-sided Poster (housed in Disc 2 case)
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SHAW BROTHERS CLASSICS VOL. 2: LADY OF STEEL & BROTHERS FIVE
When the prospect of digging into yet another Shaw Brothers box set came up, I have to say I was more than up for the task. This time from Shout Factory!, it’s the Shaw Brothers Classics series, which seems to focus on the more obscure and underrated titles in the Shaw catalog. Coming in at the second set, I thought I would tackle these reviews in the manner I’m viewing them 2 at time as double bills: While every film does have its own individual Blu-ray disc, they are cased as pairs. My first pairing proved a rather fun surprise.
Leading off this set are 1970’s Lady of Steel and Brothers Five, two films that came out shortly after King Hu’s 1966 wuxia classic Come Drink with Me, featuring many of the same stars of that film. Come Drink with Me is such an odd film in the Shaw Catalog because of its prestige leanings, and with these two films you get to see these great actors do more of the kind of films you expect from the studio, while delivering a similar caliber of performances as Drink.
LADY OF STEEL (1970)
Lady of Steel that reunites Yunzhong Li, Cheng Pei-pei and Yueh Hua from Come Drink with Me for a brutal Wuxia revenge-o-matic. Directed by Meng-Hua Ho (Black Magic) the film has Pei-pei playing a swordswoman who while on an errand for her master to deliver a letter, is framed as a traitor by the man who murdered her family when she was a child. She then must team up with Yueh Hua to clear her name and expose the plot and kill the man responsible to get revenge for her family. It’s a lot, but at 90 minutes the film is a strong start to the set.
While a more traditional Wuxia entry than Drink, Lady of Steel is still a brisk battler that is worth your time. The film appears a bit rougher around the edges, but that might have been due to rushing it out to capitalize on the success of their previous team up. The chemistry between Cheng Pei-pei and Yueh Hua is always a treat and Yunzhong Li always makes a great heavy here. He reminds me of a Chinese Ernest Borgnine and like Borgnine is likable even as a bad guy, and memorable here as a charming ne’er do well.
BROTHERS FIVE (1970)
Paired with Lady of Steel is a bloody beat’em up, Brothers Five by Wei Lo (Fist of Fury and The Big Boss), which also stars Yunzhong Li, Cheng Pei-pei and Yueh Hua also from 1970, which makes this another attempt to cash in on Drink. This time Cheng Pei-pei plays Lady Yen who is on a mission from her recently deceased father to gather five brothers of her father’s best friend who was killed and his grand palace stolen by a bandit lord. In order to hide the brothers they were spread to five different families to give them all a different specialty when fighting. Strangely enough the brothers who were all raised into righteous warriors to have their own reasons for landing on the doorstep of their former palace that has become a well known haven of villainy.
The key thing Brothers Five gets right is what the Venom Mob films always seemed to struggle with, is how it deals with these five personalities, while giving them all a satisfying story, keeping the characters all distinct enough to follow. Wei Lo effortlessly weaves the stories of the five brothers together in a way that makes sense. Cheng Pei-pei is clearly the standout here as the orchestrator of the plan, and the one who keeps the ball rolling. She even gives the brothers a Kung-Fu manual that will give them an unbeatable fighting style called “Uniting the Five Tigers”. As ridiculous as this was, it involved all five brothers uniting into a configuration on top of one another shoulders and spinning around, like a human Voltron. I gave the ridiculousness of it a full out pass because the build up just worked and it was so over the top.
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THE IRON CLAW Retells One of Wrestling’s Darkest Tragedies
Obsession, family and violence collide in this dark sports biopic
Professional wrestling has its fair share of tragedy. Some of it is manufactured, parts of the melodramatic narrative that happens within the squared circle that essentially stretches across the past century and beyond. But a lot of it is the real stuff, actual horrific occurrences that disrupt the fantasy of the melodrama to bring it down to crashing reality. There are enough of these stories that Vice has centered a whole television series on them. And among the most heartbreaking is the story of how the Von Erichs, the first family of Texas wrestling, quickly unraveled after a series of hardships. Centered around four wrestling brothers, three of the quartet met untimely ends, all when they are set to make their ascension in the brightest spotlight of the sport. Von Erich’s have come to be a byline for the saddest, most heartbreaking corner of the world of professional wrestling, which has its fair share of heartbreak to go around.
The Iron Claw, the new film from writer-director Sean Durkin (Martha Marcy May Marlene), explores the crannies of this grappling tragedy, with the oversight of the surviving Von Erich, Kevin. By tapping into a story that is well known by wrestling aficionados, and perhaps few outside that circle, Durkin is able to utilize the trappings of a traditional sports biopic to present a story of family, obsession and the inescapable need for acceptance and glory. The film is a series of traps, setting you up for a traditional story of ascension and eventual recognition, only to continually pull the rug out from under you as the next wrecking ball crushes through the family. It is a balancing of tones that Durkin has generally been masterful of in his interesting, if selective, filmography, and with the assistance of grounded and heartfelt performances it pulls it off here. But if you know where the story is going, if you’re aware of the specific pains this family went through, the eventual destination feels like a slow unfurling, a sense of dread that will be missed by those unfamiliar with the Von Erich curse.
That curse is actually mentioned early in the film. Kevin, played in the film by Zac Efron in a performance equal parts tender and grimacing, tells his new girlfriend Pam (Lily James) that people say his family is cursed, partially because his father Fritz took his wife’s maiden name for his ring persona. He mentions that there was another brother who died as a young child, but reflexively argues he doesn’t think about him much. You can tell in his eyes he’s lying, or at the very least is trying to convince himself that’s the truth.At our point of entry into the story, Kevin is the only one of the brothers who is actually wrestling. A bulking physical presence, he moves with fluidity and power in the ring, but struggles when it comes to the more charismatic, personable parts of the business. He’s all body and id, a manifestation of pure physical ability, while his younger brother David (Harris Dickinson) is more comfortable on the microphone, providing the much needed balance of humanity to the pure violence. They are eventually joined by Kerry (Jeremy Allen White), who turns to wrestling after the 1980 American boycott of the Olympics sidetracks his Olympian dreams. Together they strive towards building a dynasty, gaining in-roads for their region on the national stage.
Of course none of this is really their dream; it’s their father’s. Fritz Von Erich, played with menace by Holt McCallany, infects his sons with the desire to create a wrestling legacy. As Kevin puts it in his film, his mother gave them religion and his father gave them wrestling. He constantly pits them against each; at one point Fritz ranks how much he loves his sons, but that his affection is always open to be swayed. The main way to win his love? Success in the ring, meaning that all of the Von Erichs, including Kevin from whom the film’s point of view rests, place their entire self worth upon their ability to succeed as wrestlers.But of course wrestling is part athletic ability and a lot of politics. And while Fritz can be aggressive in his political movements, he is also pushing a boulder uphill against a system that actively rejects him. Thus his son’s affections, at least for their father, is pit against an impossible task. The end result? Breaking them down one-by-one, roped into his own quest for legacy. The youngest brother, Michael, has his own passion for music, but that falls on deaf ears when he is called upon to fulfill his destiny as a Von Erich.
Thus the whole film becomes a balancing act of loving family, and funneling that love through the fickle world of professional wrestling which is ultimately a heartless trap. Thus the stakes for Kevin in general is to find some peace, to take care of his family, and to be the heir to his father’s careful arranged legacy. But that burden is enough to crush anyone; the tension lies in if he will be able to escape. But even if he does, what will be the cost?
This all plays into Durkin’s favorite themes of unsustainable power structures, and the effects they have on the psychosis of the individuals. By marrying those themes with the familiar rise-and-fall rhythms of a sports biopic, it creates a crushingly dark portrait of how family and addiction can intermingle to mangle those who are trapped within it. The story of the Von Erich curse then is not one of a metaphysical dark destiny that is inescapable. As Pam tells Kevin, she doesn’t believe in curses or luck. But the journey for him to come to that conclusion on his own will take him through hell and back, and will cost his family far more than can be imagined. For all these reasons, the Iron Claw of the title refers to not just the brothers’ father’s crushing finishing maneuver, but the very gravity of destructive cycles that grips them all. The drama of if any of them will escape it underlines the dread, and ultimate tragedy, of the film.