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MALONE [Blu Review]: Burt Reynolds V White Supremacists
I love Burt Reynolds almost as much as Kino Lorber does
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: A mysterious hero happens upon a small town where a local villain is wreaking havoc. Despite his tough exterior and detached stoicism, eventually our mysterious hero will side with the everyman and use his considerable set of skills to take down the villain and wander into the sunset.
It’s honestly perhaps my favorite trope, and a template I will likely watch a thousand more iterations of before I leave this earth. So while Malone gets no marks for originality, it is playing in one of my favorite sandboxes, so I’m inclined to enjoy it very much. And I do.
Reynolds here is noticeably a little older and bedecked with perhaps a more discernible hairpiece than anyone involved might want to admit. But the guy still exudes badassery and star power as he storms through this picture. Malone is a former CIA assassin who loses his desire to kill for The Man and simply walks away. He knows they’ll come for him, but he doesn’t care. Cruising across the country with nothing but a Magnum and a muscle car, he breaks down in a small town that’s being bullied by none other than Uncle Ben himself, Cliff Robertson, as the loathsome white nationalist Delaney. Delaney has been buying out the town and bullying the residents in order to create a clandestine retreat oasis for powerful young recruits that are vowing to take back the country for white people.
Look, I tend to love a Burt Reynolds action film by default, but the chillingly apt plotline of a laconic Reynolds kicking the asses of white supremecists was too delicious to pass up, and I was not disappointed. Malone bonds with fellow Vietnam vet Paul Barlow (an excellent Scott Wilson) and his daughter Jo (Cynthia Gibb). He’s invited into their home as he waits on parts to fix his badass muscle car and is quickly and reluctantly pulled into the Delaney problem. Soon Delaney’s men and the CIA assassins sent to punch Malone’s ticket (including Lauren Hutton) will smash together into an explosive finale that may include one of the earliest “hero walks away from a massive explosion completely unphased and without looking back” shots in cinema history.
A studio programmer showcasing an aging star, Malone isn’t something that stands head and shoulders above your average late 1980s action picture. It’s perhaps more of a final holdover from the 1970s than what the next generation of action stars were doing by the late 80s. But Burt still had it and director Harley Cokliss acquits himself well with a modernized western that lets you root for the underdog, cheer for the destruction of hateful (and powerful) racists, and watch the hero wander into the sunset, certain to help the residents of the town in the next valley over. Elevated by a fantastic cast and a confident Burt Reynolds, you could do a lot worse than to enlist Malone to root out your Nazi problem.
The Package
Exactly what I’m looking for in a release like this, you get a great looking picture for a 92 minute studio action picture from Orion, and a wonderfully informative commentary featuring a dialog between Steve Mitchell and Nathaniel Thompson. Commentaries like these are great because you get a couple of extremely well researched nerds into a room together and they feed off of one another’s’ energy to crank out an enormous amount of knowledge in the film’s brief runtime. You get all sorts of insights into Reynolds’ career at that time, his professional relationship with Lauren Hutton, and backstory on just about every major actor in the film. I’m happy to own this disc and pleased they offered a commentary track for such an enjoyable, if familiar, studio programmer.
Malone is available on now on Blu-ray from Kino Lorber Studio Classics
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GRAN TURISMO Review: A Spectacular Ad for the PlayStation Sim
The piece below was written during the 2023 WGA and SAG-AFTRA strikes. Without the labor of the writers and actors currently on strike, the art being covered in this piece wouldn’t exist.
As an exercise in brand management/extension, Gran Turismo, the big-budget “adaptation” of the longtime sim racing program created by Polyphony Digital for Sony’s PlayStation in 1997, succeeds beyond even the wildest of corporate expectations. Crammed to overflowing with visual analogues for the racing simulator, up to and including vehicle and part selection/upgrades, detailed copies, real and virtual simulacra of world-famous racetracks, and wrapping those elements in a well-executed, if over-familiar and thus, obviously manipulative, underdog story, Gran Turismo deserves the highest of high marks for its delivery of a singular, rarefied sensory experience for audiences.
Directed by onetime “it” director Neill Blomkamp (Chappie, Elysium, District 9) with skillful, competent anonymity, Gran Turismo purports to tell the real-life story of the Wales-born Jann Mardenborough (Archie Madekwe). Facing a metaphorical, if not exactly physical, crossroads in his personal and professional life, Jann prefers the company of his virtual racing car friends and competitors to the somewhat grim realities of working-class life (i.e., every day a struggle, a struggle every day). Spending what little he earns at a department store gig on fancy gear for the sim, Jann seems to be wasting whatever potential he might have on a dead-end, ultimately fruitless pursuit.
At least that’s what his middle-aged, ex-footballer-turned-railroad-worker father, Steve (Djimon Hounsou), firmly believes. Every attempt to convince Jann to follow an “achievable dream” fails. Even supporting his younger brother, Coby (Daniel Puig), a promising footballer like his father before him, doesn’t inspire Jann to break away from his obsession. Somehow, he thinks he can convert his sim success into a real-world opportunity. Like magic (except not), that opportunity presents itself through the auspices of Danny Moore (Orlando Bloom), a Nissan marketing executive, who sees Jann and other sim drivers like Jann as potential crossover successes, raising Nissan’s visibility and coolness factor among gamers, and, of course, spurring car sales.
An alliance with Sony PlayStation and specifically the creator of Gran Turismo, Kazunori Yamauchi (Takehiro Hira), both prove easier than expected. Convincing Nissan’s top decision-makers takes more effort, but eventually, they agree to sponsor Moore’s idea, the GT Academy. From there, Moore has to convince an ex-associate and current car mechanic, Jack Salter (David Harbour), to step into a leadership position at the academy. Initially a walking, talking cliche machine who leads through reverse psychology (he starts his first speech with “I don’t believe in you …”), Salter eventually emerges as a multi-layered character, specifically a mentor and father-figure to Jann when Jann, in true underdog among underdogs fashion, rises through the ranks, outlasting nine other carefully chosen competitors (i.e., sim competition winners) to the Golden Ticket: Actually competing among the world’s racing elite on the racetracks Jann and the others only know through virtual game-playing.
From there, it’s one underdog trope after another, as Jann, emboldened by a combination of modest wins and Salter’s pep talks, focuses all of his efforts on becoming more than just a marketing gimmick. Switching between lengthy, elaborately choreographed races that employ a combination of old-school techniques (pod-cars, follow cars, external cameras and new-school ones (drones, CGI touch-ups/extensions) with short, punchy expository scenes, Gran Turismo slips into a not altogether unpleasant rhythm (race, exposition scene, race, etc.). That formula, though, raises the question of whether Gran Turismo would have been better served not as a feature-length film, but as a multi-part miniseries for a prestige cable channel where additional time and resources could have led to an overall deeper, richer experience.
That aside, Gran Turismo’s producers had very clear goals in mind when they greenlit production: To drive audiences not just to movie theaters for an exhilarating, albeit second-hand, experience worth the price of admission, but in a reversal of Moore’s ambitions for GT Academy (i.e., tapping into an under-utilized market of sim racers), drive (pun intended) audiences members unfamiliar with the sim racing program or who, as with most games and gamers, left the sim program behind with time and changing tastes, back to the PlayStation racing simulator (players generally balk at calling the sim a game). Now in its 7th, best-selling iteration, the sim’s level of detail, complexity, and continuing respect for the laws of physics make it almost indistinguishable from the real thing.
Add to that a game (pun still intended) cast led by a star-making turn from Madekwe as Jann, Harbour as the sympathetic, ultimately empathetic mentor, Bloom as a borderline duplicitous marketing exec, and Hounsou as a conflicted, over-protective father and Gran Turismo (the movie, not the sim) almost feels like an actual narrative film (story, character arcs, themes) and not just a two-hour and fifteen advertisement for the PlayStation sim racer, the sim’s creators, Polyphony Digital, and an outwardly benevolent corporation in Nissan. If nothing else, that should count as a win for everyone involved.
Gran Turismo opens theatrically on Friday, August 25th.
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THE GOOD MOTHER is a Bad Movie
“Don’t I get to know who killed my son?”
Those who know me know that I try to avoid comparing different movies to one another whenever possible. That being said, there’s something about certain plots that keep reappearing so often, that, inevitably, they would eventually become their own sub-genre. The basic premise of The Good Mother puts it firmly in the “parents out for vengeance” genre, the type of film where an ordinary person (one who usually should know much better) goes out to try and find the cause of their child’s untimely death and destroy it in a rational-seeming bid for closure and a less rational one for the hope of bringing their son or daughter back. Sally Field tried this in Eye for an Eye, while Robert DeNiro played a similar variation in City by the Sea. It’s easy to see why filmmakers keep revisiting such a genre; parents who have lost their children to the horrors of the world now seeking answers and justice is one of the most visceral themes, that no matter how the story is told, will always remain powerful. This is true even in a film so utterly boneless as The Good Mother.
In The Good Mother, Hilary Swank stars as Marissa, a journalist who stopped writing following the death of her husband and her son’s spiraling drug addiction. When her estranged son ends up dead in a drug-related killing, Marissa plunges further into despair. Not long after the funeral, her son’s pregnant girlfriend Paige (Olivia Cooke) turns up telling Marissa that the two of them had been clean for a long time and that his death was a murder. Enlisting Paige’s help as well as that of her other son Toby (Jack Reynor), Marissa sets out to find her son’s killer.
Whether The Good Mother could have been a film with something meaningful to say, we’ll never know since its makers apparently were on a time crunch. At just under 90 minutes, everything here feels far too rushed. The plot moves at a breakneck speed, greatly sacrificing character and emotional investment for economical filmmaking. When Paige tells Marissa to stop pretending she’s alone in her grief, nothing that’s said rings true as the scene desperately tries for emotions that simply haven’t been earned yet. It’s just too hard to feel anything for someone you’ve been forced to get to know in a mere 5 minutes. The overall hurriedness also ends up affecting a lot of the surprises and twists, most of which don’t end up hitting the way that they should. This especially applies to a third-act reveal that might’ve been compelling in a film with more exploration and nuance, but here just feels puzzling. All of this ends up shortchanging Marissa who, despite being the movie’s central heroine, eventually ends up feeling like a supporting character. Nowadays it’s popular to root for the 90-minute title and bemoan any movie that tries to be any longer than that. The Good Mother shows how frivolous the argument is and will no doubt end up in the 90-minute movie section on Hulu where its rightful audience is almost certainly waiting for it.
The irony of it all is that despite its “10 items or less” structure and grim subject matter, The Good Mother is actually quite a beautiful film. Director Miles-Joris Peyrafitte has constructed many great angles and creative shots, while Charlotte Hornsby’s cinematography is simply stunning. Visually, The Good Mother is an artistic experience for sure, but it’s also a realistic one. Set in Albany, New York, the world depicted here, from bars to offices to apartments, feels real and credible. With brief glimpses of color among the weariness, the world of The Good Mother is one where hope is possible, but seldom found. The world created here extends to the number of other attributes the film does possess. Even if they’re not handled correctly, the movie’s plot turns allow for it to wear its noir ancestry admirably on its sleeve. The image of a broken family living on vastly different planes of existence makes for an interesting set of characters to follow and the various flashbacks in Marissa’s mind regarding her son’s final moments allow the audience to wonder if this is what happened, or if it’s just what she’s picturing happened.
A film with a plot such as this one should equal up to some pretty raw and emotional performances if nothing else. This is even more true given Swank’s involvement as not only a producer but the movie’s supposed lead. Cooke and Reynor, meanwhile, have done such stellar work in high-profile films for acclaimed filmmakers that The Good Mother should likewise have been a slam dunk for them as well. But because of the script’s shoddy nature, everyone’s performance here amounts to a high school acting class. Each actor seems stuck playing the surface aspects of their character, showing no internalization or firm grasp of any kind whatsoever. It’s almost as if you can hear the cast’s acting teacher in the background instructing everyone to “act sad,” “act scared,” and “show me fear!”
Each time I went to look up The Good Mother on iMDB in preparation for this review, I kept on getting the identically titled The Good Mother as an immediate result. That film was made in 1988 and stars Diane Keaton as a woman who is taken to court and has her suitability as a mother questioned after it is revealed that she let her young daughter sleep in the same bed as her and her new boyfriend played by Liam Neeson. That film has literally nothing in common with 2023’s The Good Mother; with one exception. In their own unique ways, both films ask their audiences to define the word “good” in relation to the job a woman has done as a mother. The two titles seek to define the term “good”, as well as the even larger question of “what defines a mother. These are questions that go beyond the world of film and tap into the kind of moralistic judgment that society has never been able to shake. The question of what makes a “good mother” is a provocative one to ask, for sure. But is it really a fair one?
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Cauldron Films Unleashes Lucio Fulci’s CITY OF THE LIVING DEAD on 4K UHD!
In the three years since its launch Philly based boutique horror label Cauldron Films has quickly made a name for itself in physical media collector circles, thanks to its eclectic curation and the quality of its releases. Founded by Exhumed Films/Diabolik DVD’s Jesse Nelson and musician Brian Izzi, the label recently released a film that some may recognize as being one half of the first Exhumed Films screening, Lucio Fulci’s surreal nightmare City of the Living Dead, which was screened at the time under its American title Gates of Hell.
Belonging to the loose trilogy of films by Fulci, that also includes The Beyond and House by the Cemetery, 1980’s City of the Living Dead opens with the hanging suicide of a priest in the small town of Dunwich, that opens the titular gates of hell. Like most Italian exploitation we then cut to NYC, where we follow Mary Woodhouse (Catriona MacColl) who mysteriously dies during a séance, where she has a grotesque vision of the priest’s suicide. Like most of Fulci’s films City shares a certain nightmare logic. It’s never really explained why Mary died or why she comes back shortly thereafter, but this death does facilitate a rather unsettling set piece where Mary is buried alive and is saved at the last minute by Journalist Peter Bell (Christopher George).
The two then team up and travel to Dunwich, because they only have 48 hours to close the gates once they’re opened. Nihilistic and phantasmagorical, City of the Living Dead is unsettling as ever. As Peter and Mary attempt to complete their task they are besieged by nightmarish humanoid zombie ghosts that obey no real logic, and are all the more terrifying for it. They take out our supporting cast one by one with gnarly practical effects by Gino De Rossi (Zombie, Cannibal Ferox, Casino Royale) who here is delivering the gory goods. The film was made four decades into the director’s career and was released a year after he turned in the iconic gorefest Zombie and a year before The Beyond, sharing a lot of themes with the latter and the love of splatter of the former. Like Beyond the film uses Lovecraft as its launching point for the director to investigate themes of religion, life in a small town and mysticism.
City looks amazing here on UHD. The film sports an “updated 4K restoration, with a brand new Dolby Vision color grade”. That said the transfer looks clean, with a fair amount of grain present and thankfully little to no DNR. This is my first Cauldron release, and from this film I would assume they subscribe to the same ideology as Vinegar Syndrome as far as their transfers go, and that is to let the film LOOK LIKE FILM. The other limitation often is the source itself or how it was shot, and luckily lensed by Sergio Salvati (The Beyond, Zombie, Ghoulies II) who did an excellent job shooting the film and its effects so as to help them still hold up on with the added resolution and clarity decades later. While they did add HDR, they wisely chose to keep it understated and accentuate the colors, rather than go overboard, which works with the film’s more subdued color palette.
Comparing the Cauldron Blu-ray disc to my 2010 30th Anniversary Arrow Blu-ray was nothing short of a revelation. I previously held off on the latter Arrow edition since the previous disc wasn’t a cheap purchase back in the day and I am glad I held off. That previous disc came early on in the life of the format and shows just how much the format has evolved, since I am comparing apples to apples here or Blu-ray to Blu-ray. The difference starting from a higher res scan makes is unarguable, and its why some Criterion DVDs look better than Blu-rays. The Arrow’s discs contrast is off the charts and that’s turned all the flesh tones a ghostly white. Also while there’s no mention of the origin of the scan on the Cauldron disc, it’s easy to see it’s probably from a much better source due to damage on Arrow. Another choice made by Cauldron that cements where their intentions lie is the lack of the previous 5.1 or 7.1 DTS track instead sticking with either Italian or English 2.0 Mono, replicating the original theatrical experience, rather than adding something that wasn’t approved by Fulci, which I can respect.
The three disc set has one UHD dedicated to the film, another Blu-ray dedicated to the film and four commentaries one featuring one of my favorite commentators Samm Deighan, who approaches the film as a fan. While some commentators get lost in the play by play on screen, Samm’s commentaries tend to be a mix of history of those both in front and behind the camera and observations on themes as an actual genre fan. It’s something that either feels forced on some tracks or just monotonous, when listening to some folks discuss these same topics without any actual enthusiasm. There is also a plethora of entertaining interviews with cast and crew here that do nothing but cement Fulci’s rather colorful reputation of not being the friendliest of directors to his actors. While this may have been true, it says volumes that these folks are still talking about him and his films decades after the fact, especially given the rather stark re-evaluation of his filmography once written off as schlock.
DISC ONE: UHD (FILM)
- Audio Commentary with Samm Deighan
- Audio Commentary with Troy Howarth and Nathaniel Thompson
- Audio Commentary with Catriona MacColl, moderated by Jay Slater
- Audio Commentary with Giovanni Lombardo Radice, moderated by Calum Waddell
DISC TWO: BD (FILM)
- Audio Commentary with Samm Deighan
- Audio Commentary with Troy Howarth and Nathaniel Thompson
- Audio Commentary with Catriona MacColl, moderated by Jay Slater
- Audio Commentary with Giovanni Lombardo Radice, moderated by Calum Waddell
DISC THREE: BD (EXTRAS)
- Zombie Kings (HD – 45:46)
- Requiem for Bob (HD – 28:00)
- The Meat Munching Movies of Gino De Rossi (HD – 26:34)
- Carlo of the Living Dead (HD – 18:13)
- On Stage: Q&A with Venantino Venantini & Ruggero Deodato (Upscaled SD – 46:03)
- Catriona MacColl Q&A from The Glasgow Theatre (Upscaled SD – 20:08)
- Music for a Flesh Feast (HD – 29:25)
- Catriona MacColl Archival Video Intro (Upscaled SD – 5:14)
- A Trip Through Bonaventure Cemetery (HD – 4:49)
- Archival Interviews with Cast and Crew from Paura, Lucio Fulci Remembered Vol. 1 (Upscaled SD – 42:42)
- Trailers (HD – 6:35, 3 in all)
- Image Gallery (HD – 8:41)
Cauldron Films definitely impressed me with this set, has the film lovingly presented and while packed with extras is still only the retail version, with less bells and whistles than their previous long sold out special edition. There’s not just a film here but a philosophy, choosing curation over completeness and an authentic presentation over taking the most advantage of the latest gimmicky technologies. While there’s nothing wrong with that for the right movie, for a film like City of the Living Dead THIS makes sense and feels truer to the director’s original intent if we was still with us. To me that direction on a release says volumes about the intention of not just the curation, but the final presentation as well.
While this may be my first Cauldron release it will definitely not be my last.
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WE KILL FOR LOVE is an Epic Deep Dive into the History of the Erotic Thriller
We Kill for Love: The Lost World of the Erotic Thriller, which hits digital On Demand 9/1, is an epic deep dive into a bygone sub-genre that once dominated the drama section of your local video store. While director Anthony Penta of course covers the heavy hitters and origins of the genre in film noir. Where this doc truly shines is how it tracks the genre’s evolution in the home video age and spotlighting the smaller films, labels and stars of the flood of titles that were viewed by some as nothing more than product to fill shelf space. While Penta of course pokes fun at the tropes and thematic hallmarks of these films, he’s also sure to give us some time to hear from the stars and directors who tried to make legitimate art within the confines of their assignment.
Having spent the late nineties managing a Blockbuster (they were the only rental place in town at that point), I was more than well acquainted with a good chunk of the films mentioned and cover art showcased. I’ve also recently started a rewatch of some of the bigger titles, which was sparked in part by rewatching Paul Verhoeven’s filmography, since most of the titles have recently hit 4k. Basic Instinct led to Fatal Attraction, which led to Dressed to Kill. What is not lost on this doc is the sheer breadth of the films that were released to capitalize on this trend that was partially fueled by these bigger titles, but also the softcore nature these narratives could lend themselves to. This allowed the kinds of stores that lacked actual hardcore titles or backrooms to supplement their catalog with some skin.
I know I personally experienced the literal chokehold the Red Shoe Diaries tapes held over my suburban Blockbuster clientele who made the series one of our most rented.
The exhaustively informative doc runs at 163 minutes, and is rather uniquely structured with an noir-ish investigator looking into the sub-genre as a framing device and engine to shuttle you from topic to topic. This allows the doc to switch gears a little more seamlessly given the substantial amount of ground it covers as it transitions from clip montages of everytime a mansion was featured, to actresses candidly discussing some of their hilariously more intimate moments with their co stars. The interviews with the genre veterans, both men and women, really gives the doc its humanity, as they recount their careers, acting, directing and writing these films. Enough time has passed that most subjects are more than happy to speak rather candidly.
One shocking factoid is that given the breadth of the amount of films produced in their heyday, erotic thrillers are actually getting lost to time, since most didn’t make the jump from VHS to DVD. Given the digital versatile disc and its affordable hardcore offerings it tracks it was one of the harbingers of the end for its pricier soft-core slabs of VHS. This oddly enough echoes the bygone era of the pornographic film that met the same fate when folks could watch much sleazier fare in the comfort of their own home, thanks to the advent of home video ironically enough. This fact among others is not lost on Anthony Penta who thoroughly takes use from the beginning of the Erotic Thriller to its bitter end as a nearly forgotten genre to most.
We Kill for Love is a masterclass in the sub-genre that is as much a languished love letter, as it is a dissertation on what made the erotic thriller the juggernaut it once was. It’s a chapter of cinema Anthony Penta has thankfully captured here in an exhaustive yet entertaining peek into an industry and filmmakers that made much smaller films that once sat alongside their big budget doppelgängers on store shelves.We Kill for Love is up there with Kier-La Janisse’s Woodlands Dark And Days Bewitched in its ability to take an obscure or underrated sub-genre and not only make it accessible, but elevate it in an academic capacity to the point it’s hard to argues with its impact or importance even though we’re talking about Bedroom Eyes II.
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GOLDA Aims to Humanize One of the World’s Most Controversial Leaders
“Well, I’m not going to get under the table, but don’t let me stop you.”
No one is questioning whether or not Helen Mirren is one of the grande dames of cinema. With more accolades than she probably even knows about, the Oscar winner has had the kind of career most actresses can only dream of, playing everything from an exhibitionist to a liberated housewife, to a Las Vegas madam. Yet there’s something that happens whenever Mirren is tasked with playing real-life women, which she’s done more times than people realize. As much as I hate to say it, she falters with these assignments. It’s not her fault, I should point out. Mirren does her research, crafts the character, and in the end, plays Helen Mirren. Keep in mind, that Helen Mirren isn’t a bad performance. But Helen Mirren isn’t Sofya Tolstoy, she isn’t Alma Reville, and she certainly isn’t Gold Meir.
Directed by Guy Nattiv, Golda centers on Golda Meir, Israel’s only female Prime Minister, and her handling of what became known as the Yom Kippur War of 1973 when the country faced attacks from a group of Arab states, including Egpyt and Syria over the Sinai Peninsula. Through flashbacks and archival recordings, Golda looks at how one of the most famous women in the world dealt with a war that lasted weeks but cost her and her country so much.
Golda sticks to the current trend of feature films based on real people who choose to focus just on a specific period in a person’s life instead of going for the exhausting cradle-to-grave treatment. By centering on the Yom Kippur War, Nattiv’s film is allowed to venture beyond the confines of the traditional biopic in the way it’s able to show the woman herself as both the leader of a country at one of its most perilous times and also a flesh and blood individual. We see Meir experience the different sides of war: the personal, the strategic, and the political, as well as the ramifications that come from each one. But we also experience Golda as an intimate character piece, bearing witness to Meir’s fragile mental state, which is clouded and plagued by both the greatest decision of her time as a leader and her own mortality. The real Golda Meir was as controversial a figure that ever existed. Yet this film chooses to largely forego the division she caused and examine the woman as a human being haunted by the same kinds of fears and insecurities that held even the most powerful captive.
But Golda as a film is still a bit of a rocky exercise. Perhaps feeling the pressure to make a movie about a female politician seem more visually interesting than it is, Nattiv attempts to add in an abundance of visual flourishes (many through the copious amounts of cigarette smoke that come courtesy of the main character) to no avail. Despite the way it valiantly explores its main character, Golda is a stagey, closed-off exercise that doesn’t always know how to articulate the story it’s trying to tell. The use of archival footage as present-day happenings proves somewhat lazy and the framing device of Meir being brought before a committee to answer for her decisions isn’t explored enough to be compelling on any level. The same also goes for the relationship with U.S. Secretary Henry Kissinger (Live Schreiber), whom Meir consults with periodically throughout the way. Even though neither the relationship nor the review of her actions is the point of the film, both story elements feel big enough to suggest that the filmmakers were genuinely interested in them at one point.
To hear that Mirren throws herself into the role should come as no surprise to anyone. As I said before, however, the fact that the actress spends most of the time pulling from her well-worn bag of tricks (albeit with the utmost commitment) is more than apparent. The actress carries the film ably and admirably, but it’s hard to feel as if we haven’t seen this performance before. Mirren comes alive most when Schrieber is on screen alongside her. His few scenes as Kissinger bring an unexpected spark to the proceedings as one of the most recognizable character actors of his generation does one of the best disappearing acts of his career.
Meir has been portrayed numerous times on both the stage and screen by the likes of Tovah Feldshuh and Judy Davis, among others. Lynn Cohen’s brief turn in Steven Spielberg’s Munich was a standout in the film and conveyed a great deal about the kind of leader Meir was in just two memorable minutes. Does Golda do Meir justice? Well, I’m sure some feel it does, and probably even more who feel it gives her too much. As one of the most divisive political figures of the post-war era who is still courting controversy in certain circles, Golda is sure to draw the same kind of criticism that any film that tries to dissect a controversial person does. While it does veer into different directions, Golda is just compelling enough in the end to warrant its existence. No matter the feelings a person may have about Meir, most would be right in feeling she deserved a better film treatment.
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Criterion Looks at How the 60s Told the Future with TARGETS and THE SERVANT
“All the good movies have been made.”
While Criterion always manages to release titles that are vast and eclectic, two of their recent selections have proven to be perfect companions, despite being of two entirely different pedigrees. 1963’s The Servant and 1968’s Targets are a British drama and an L.A.-set thriller, respectively, that on the surface have little in common. Yet both showcase the unease and unrest of the decade in their respective countries through the violence (emotional in one, physical in the other) that permeated through each one’s society.
Set in Los Angeles, Targets follows two vastly different characters, an aging movie star named Byron Orlok (Boris Karloff) and a young man named Bobby (Tim O’Kelly) with homicidal tendencies, both of whose fates are soon to collide. Meanwhile, in The Servant the upper-class Tony (James Fox) hires Barrett (Dirk Bogarde) to run his new household, unaware of the mind games that will result.
Targets
Every fan of the great director Peter Bogdanovich knows how his first film came about. After working under legendary filmmaker Roger Corman for years, he was finally given the chance to write and direct his own feature, provided he cast the legendary Karloff, who owed Corman two days’ work. The result is a harrowing look at 1968 America with a Charles Whitman-inspired terror flowing throughout the film. Targets acts as both a document and a foreshadowing of an America steeped in an unease that comes through in every scene. Seeing how easily Bobby, with his good guy, all-American persona, collects one firearm after another before joining his loving family for dinner is just as chilling as seeing him pack his guns for an upcoming shooting spree along with a soda and sandwich. While the Byron side of the film highlights this more subtly, Targets shows the changing of an era and a loss of innocence (perceived or otherwise) perhaps more than any other film of the decade.
Even though Bogdanovich never made another film anywhere close to the neighborhood of Targets, his debut feature revealed a filmmaker who knew how to execute the kind of thriller that’s almost impossible to craft. The terror always feels imminent throughout the film, no matter what is happening on the screen, much in the way the late 60s themselves were filled with constant uncertainty. Targets has plenty of scenes of normalcy and tranquility, which Bogdanovich makes all the more eerie because of the ticking time bomb hiding inside the main character. This is maybe Target’s greatest strength as a cinematic experience, offering up good old-fashioned suspense and a telling look at how much is lurking beneath the surface of the people we encounter every day.
The Servant
Directed by Joseph Losey and filmed during the infamous great freeze of the early 60s, The Servant starts out as a standard (yet intriguing) British drama that offers an insight into the class-conscious way of life of a pre-mod London. The Servant is the second of five Bogarde/Losey collaborations and the shorthand between actor and director is greatly finessed here. Much of the joy of the film is seeing how Barrett handles his station in life, being as dutiful as he can while darker intentions lay under the surface. There’s an undeniably perverse joy at seeing Barrett play cat-and-mouse with Tony with the latter eventually becoming totally dependent on the former. The film’s not-so-subtle homosexual sub-text adds another fascinating layer, especially given Bogarde’s real-life sexuality, which he kept hidden. I’ve always found it interesting that despite Bogarde’s secrecy, the actor had an irrefutable penchant for taking on roles in films that never shied away from the subject of homosexuality, including Victim, Death in Venice, and especially, The Servant.
England has always been a country that’s functioned and even thrived due to its class system, which, like most everything else, has been justified as tradition. The Servant starkly throws away any respect for any social customs and mores by exposing the silent brutality of that world. The haves and the have-nots, those who make it, those who don’t have to worry, and those who have no choice but to worry; each of them exist within Barrett and Tony. When one reveals his hold on the other under the guise of a co-dependent relationship, the end result is a chilling one as The Servant evolves (or devolves, rather) into an exercise of savagery and barbarism with both characters eventually unleashing their true primal natures. There are surely those who might call The Servant an exercise in depravity, but for others, it remains a landmark piece of British cinema and a revolt against a system that had defined that society for so long
If Targets and The Servant seemed worlds apart, their makers succeeded in not only making a pair of disturbing and compelling films, but they also managed to predict the future, while commenting on their present day. The legacies they’ve left remain somewhat complicated. On the one hand, both movies are stunning pieces of filmmaking that are skillfully and artfully done. From start to finish, each one is the kind of film experience that was made for the pure cinephile. On the other, both show two separate societies and the problems within them that they were faced with solving if they were to survive. Most important of all, perhaps, both Targets and The Servant show what each country would become if they were unable to.
Targets and The Servant are now available on Blu-Ray and DVD from The Criterion Collection.
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Criterion Review: Jean-Luc Goddard’s BREATHLESS [4K-UHD]
À BOUT DE SOUFFLE is indisputable in its impact and influence on cinema
In the 60s, French filmmakers shook up the craft with ‘nouvelle vague’. A new wave of talent showcasing a distinct filmmaking aesthetic and style that has imprinted not just on future filmmakers, but pop culture itself. Think Jacques Demy’s The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, François Truffaut’s Jules et Jim, and yes, Jean-Luc Goddard’s Breathless as quintessential examples. Goddard’s film sees Crime thriller meet misguided romance, where the plot is largely in service of the simmering relationship at the film’s core, and realizing the director’s own vision.
A failed car heist leads to Michel (Jean-Paul Belmondo) gunning down a policeman as he makes his escape. Seeking refuge in Paris, he finds his way to the hotel room of his ex-lover Patricia (Jean Seberg). An American student studying at the Sorbonne, she unknowingly becomes his accomplice, as he hides out, tries to rekindle their affair, and work on his plans to escape to Italy. Eventually, the truth of Michel’s circumstance come out, leading Patricia to make a choice about both of their futures.
A simple premise, but one that opens up the potential for this young pair to play off of each other, the looming threat of capture and consequence percolating in the background. Belmondo crafts a brooding anti-hero type who blurs the lines between swagger and sincerity. The allure of Seberg is undeniable, moreso as she tempers the seductive charms with a shrewdness. The steamy physicality is met with a cerebral sparring. Contemplative dialogue and philosophical ruminations in verbose scenes showcasing the kind of chatter that so inspired filmmakers like Scorsese, de Palma, and Tarantino. The dialogue has an off the cuff feel, something apparently stemming from the last minute handing of dialogue from Goddard to his stars leaving little time for rehearsal. The spontaneity, rhythm and flow of their exchanges is truly compelling. Handheld cameras add immersion and punctuate moments of drama and violence. Jump cuts are used to add weight to some of the characters choices and their consequences. Monochrome imagery, beautifully rendered by cinematographer Raoul Coutard, reflect some of the thriller/noir inspirations behind the film, a contrast to the rebellious, punk vibes the director manages to infuse into proceedings. Goddard gives the film an edge, which along with the allure of the leads builds into a film with a beguiling rhythm. Breathless is a truly seminal work that still leaves an indelible mark on the viewer.
The Package
The 4K transfer here is another UHD stunner from Criterion. Monochrome is showcased wonderfully, with a superb range of greys, solid blacks and crisp whites. A dense, detailed, and very fluid image from start to finish. Criterion’s package includes one disc showcasing the 4K-UHD treatment of the film, and a second Blu-ray hosting the film and extra features:
- Interviews with director Jean-Luc Godard; actors Jean-Paul Belmondo, Jean Seberg, and Jean-Pierre Melville; director of photography Raoul Coutard; assistant director Pierre Rissient; and filmmaker D. A. Pennebaker: These four interviews are compiled together and nicely cover a range of topics related to the film. From production to release, personal stories, and tales of conflict on set, notably between Seberg and Preminger
- Two video essays: filmmaker Mark Rappaport’s Jean Seberg and critic Jonathan Rosenbaum’s “Breathless” as Criticism: 19 and 12 minutes respectively, these are refined and insightful pieces. Rappaport’s piece is notably interesting as he draws from his own 1995 film, From the Journals of Jean Seberg, to discuss her works
- Chambre 12, Hôtel de Suède, a 1993 French documentary about the making of Breathless, featuring members of the cast and crew: Substantial in content and time, running around 79 minutes. This documentary, hosted by French director Claude Venture, collects a series of interviews with various talents involved with the film, both those in front of and behind the camera. Nuanced, considered, and illuminating pieces
- Charlotte et son Jules, a 1959 short film by Godard featuring Belmondo: 12 minutes in length, and while dated, it’s still very amusing
- Trailer:
- PLUS: An essay by scholar Dudley Andrew, writings by Godard, François Truffaut’s original treatment, and Godard’s scenario: In the liner booklet
- Cover by Rodrigo Corral
The Bottom Line
Goddard’s Breathless is indisputable in its impact and subsequent influence on cinema. Even now, decades later, it still feels like a breath of fresh air. Criterion’s 4K-transfer is resplendent, and the accompanying extra features help deepen appreciation for this landmark work.
Jean-Luc Goddard’s Breathless is available on 4K-UHD via Criterion now
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TWO FILMS BY PETER GREENAWAY Crave Your Curiosity and Attention
Zeitgeist Films and Kino Lorber unleash two wild and wondrous early features by the British provocateur
Accompanying their recent release of Peter Greenaway’s breakout feature film, The Draughtman’s Contract, Kino Lorber and Zeitgeist Films have assembled a two-film set of Greenaway’s bookending features–The Falls and A Zed and Two Noughts. These two films wildly diverge in terms of stylistic approach and thematic content–one an ethnological faux documentary over three hours in length cannibalized from the BBC archives, the other a visually striking tableaux of death and decay. Viewed as a pair, though, The Falls and A Zed and Two Noughts reveal themselves as emblematic of how fascinated Greenaway is by both the need for humans to categorize and bring order to a chaotic world, as well as our inherent drive to set such rigorous structures ablaze with our impulsive desires.
The Falls compiles ninety-odd interviews of individuals all seemingly impacted by the Violent Unknown Event (VUE), with the random sampling only determined by the fact that all of their surnames begin with FALL. It’s an oddly whimsical feature compared to the rest of Greenaway’s filmography that I’ve had the pleasure of watching, almost like Look Around You played completely straight. A meandering melange of constructed languages, ornithological obsessions, and delightfully absurd asides, it’s fascinating to see Greenaway conjure up new meanings behind the juxtaposition of unrelated bits of archival footage, with his own shot faux-doc footage spliced in for good measure. For a film whose purpose aims to divine some possible meaning behind an event whose origins and overall impact remain as mysterious by the end of the film as they were at its outset, it’s surprisingly entertaining to see what connections are to be made as names, places, and other elements pop up without warning in this mammoth debut feature.
Following the success of The Draughtsman’s Contract, A Zed and Two Noughts sees Greenaway push himself further into narrative experimentation and rigorous, painterly formalism. The film tracks the bizarre experimentations of a pair of twin zoologists who capture time-lapses of animal decay on an increasing scale after the deaths of their wives. Beginning with plants and fruit and working their way up the food chain, the Deuce twins (Brian & Eric Deacon) push the boundaries of obsession and ethics as they also grow romantically attached to Alba, the newly-amputated survivor of the same accident that killed their spouses. Zed is a gripping film as much as it may repulse–uniting symmetrical ideas of life and death, captivity and freedom, and love and rejection in equal measure, finding as much to love about quixotic animal behavior as there is to condemn. The relationships within the film feel reduced to transactional, primitive bargains on a natural scale–from prostitution outside of animal cages to the mistreatment of animals (and other human beings) for the satisfaction of inner compulsions or intellectual curiosities.
One Greenaway anecdote refers to Cronenberg consulting him about A Zed and Two Noughts before embarking on his own Dead Ringers. Having finally seen both films, it’s hard not to picture Ringers as Cronenberg at his most Greenaway, and conversely Zed as Greenaway at his most Cronenbergian. There’s such a fascination with the inner workings of the human body, with the brothers and their director stripping away the humanity of their subjects bit by bit until they seem little more than organic machines, with wants and desires seeming more like errant bits of programming. Where The Falls is a bloodless, witty jaunt that gives birth to Greenaway’s love of intricate, referential anti-narrative, Zed is a film of gut-churning and wry observations, rich with the painterly detail and cutting satire that would define much of Greenaway’s later films.
Video/Audio
Kino Lorber and Zeitgeist Films present The Falls and A Zed and Two Noughts in 1080p HD AVC encodes in their original aspect ratios–1.66:1 for Zed and 1.37:1 for Falls, respectively. Both features are sourced from restorations undertaken by the BFI National Archive. Both films are presented with DTS-HD Master Audio 2.0-Channel Stereo tracks. English subtitles are provided for the feature films.
Both presentations provided deftly represent the lush and layered cinematography throughout Greenaway’s long career. However, the overall picture quality of both films varies mainly due to the advantages or limitations of their respective media. The Falls, presented in Academy ratio for British TV, bears most of its age over the last few decades. If anything, though, the roughshod look fits Greenaway’s overall aesthetic for the ethnological mockumentary. A Zed and Two Noughts has the best transfer of the set, porting over the BFI restoration previously available in the UK in all of its vibrant, contrast-rich splendor. Some light print scratches are present, but otherwise, Greenaway and cinematographer Sacha Vierny’s imagery remains well-preserved and chock-full of intriguing detail.
Audio tracks are serviceable for both pictures. The Falls’ dual-channel track retains more scratch and muffled dialogue due to the nature of the equipment used to make the original recordings for the voiceover that carries throughout the documentary. On Zed, dialogue has more of a primer placed upon it, with Michael Nyman’s score imbued with a bombastic, urgent frenzy that doesn’t overwhelm the witty and macabre scene work. Unlike The Falls, the Zed audio track seems to have undergone further restoration work–with fewer pops and hisses throughout the presentation.
Special Features
Disc One (A Zed and Two Noughts)
- Commentary: An archival commentary by writer-director Peter Greenaway.
- Video Introduction: An archival introduction by Greenaway discussing the pressures of developing and directing his follow-up to The Draughtsman’s Contract, the diverse styles of lighting that are throughout the film (challenging viewers to determine the list of 26 light origins present in ZOO), and the three kinds of films he believes are present, interwoven into the film as a whole.
- Decay Sequences: Six extracts from the Deuce brothers’ compendiums of animal decay videos. Not for the faint of heart.
- Greenaway Shorts: This disc presents two selected shorts from Greenaway’s early career, H is for House (1976) and A Walk Through H (1978).
- Theatrical Trailer for A Zed and Two Noughts.
Disc Two (The Falls)
- Vertical Features Remake: A radical blend of archival and typographical imagery under the guise of four attempts to “re-edit” documentary footage compiled by artist and recurring fictional Greenaway character Tulse Luper. This 45-minute film provides a glimpse at Greenaway’s creative efforts during his transition into feature-length filmmaking, which began with The Falls.
- Video Introductions to The Falls and Vertical Features Remake, discussing the deliberately oblique and introspective nature of both films, as well as further metatextual elements present that recur across Greenaway’s filmography.
Two Films by Peter Greenaway: A Zed and Two Noughts and The Falls is now available on Blu-ray courtesy of Kino Lorber and Zeitgeist Films.