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The Neptune, which closed earlier this year as a theater in the Landmark chain, had its unofficial unveiling under Seattle Theater Group's management on Friday, May 20, the first full day of public SIFF screenings. Though renovations are not complete—the official reopening of the theater as a venue for music and live performance is set for the fall—it was ready enough for film screenings in a decidedly new atmosphere. The bottom floor is now open and level (no seating rake) and staggered into two levels. Folding chairs are set up for SIFF, which are actually fairly well cushioned and comfortable (and, to be fair, even the biggest festivals in the world at times resort to folding chairs for select venues) and the screen has been raised somewhat, which helps adjust for the loss of old seating rake. If you simply need a traditional theater seat, with its spring cushion and legs bolted to the floor, the balcony is there for you. Continue Reading »
For MUBI, Daniel Kasman, David Phelps, and Dan Sallitt talk silent Naruse.
Surprise victory in New York invigorates Democrats looking to 2012.
This is not a Sarah Palin event:
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Essential:
Once Upon a Time in the West [Paramount Home Entertainment, Blu-ray, Region 1]: "Sergio Leone made a fistful of great films, but none better than 1968's ode to the fading American frontier, Once Upon a Time in the West." Nick Schager
L'Age d'Or [BFI Video, DVD/Blu-ray, Region 2]: "If the Marquis de Sade had lived anytime during the 20th century, perhaps he would have made a film like L'Age d'Or." Ed Gonzalez
The Cat O' Nine Tails [Blue Underground, DVD/Blu-ray, Region 1]: "Structurally and thematically, Dario Argento's The Cat O' Nine Tails is an improvement over The Bird With the Crystal Plumage, even if the film's non-linear convolutions of plot may purposefully distract." E.G.
[Editor's Note: This is the latest entry in our annual "Summer of…" series, co-presented by Aaron Aradillas of Blog Talk Radio's Back By Midnight and Jamey DuVall and Jerry Dennis of Blog Talk Radio's Movie Geeks United!8 Million Ways to Die was released in theaters on April 25th, 1986.]
[Author's Note: This review was based on a DVR'd airing of 8 Million Ways to Die on IFC, back when movies weren't interrupted by commercials.]
Released (dumped) in the early part of the summer of 1986, 8 Million Ways to Die turned out to be the final film of one of the most endearing filmmakers from the New Hollywood era. While guys like Altman, Scorsese, Lucas, Spielberg and DePalma may have made more immediate and galvanizing films during the 1970s, Hal Ashby's unbroken streak of human-scale masterpieces is pretty much unprecedented. Beginning with 1970's The Landlord and ending with 1979's Being There (with Harold and Maude, The Last Detail, Shampoo, Bound for Glory and Coming Home in-between), Ashby represented all that was good about socially conscious studio filmmaking. Then, almost overnight, he was out of fashion with Hollywood. In the 1980s, movies started to be packaged, and Ashby's modest humanism in films like Second-Hand Hearts and The Slugger's Wife failed to connect with audiences. His Iconoclast stature got him labeled as "trouble" in the '80s. By the time Ashby got the job directing 8 Million Ways to Die it was almost seen as a last-ditch effort to make a hit—a fallen master's attempt at redemption.
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Opening night—rarely a strong point of SIFF—arrived with one of the least memorable films of recent memory—even more frustrating since it had already opened theatrically in New York to tepid reviews. The First Grader, the dramatized odyssey of an 84-year-old man who takes up the Kenyan's government's promise of universal education to learn to read, otherwise hits all the right notes for a Seattle event, and does so with thudding predictability. It's an uplifting story of triumph over adversity in a third world setting, a true story with resonance in recent history and current events, and a feature built on waves of swelling music and seas of the adorable faces of children to trigger the audience's nervous systems like a Pavlovian response. What could have been a resonant exploration of the tensions left over decades after the Mau-Mau rebellion and the lingering feelings of betrayal from both sides of the Kenyan people simply checks off the issues before setting up stock conflicts and easy-to-identify villains on the way to triumph. I understand the SIFF was seriously pursuing a far more substantial feature that, by fault of their own, fell through at the eleventh hour and I applaud their efforts on that count. But that doesn't make The First Grader any less unimpressive. Continue Reading »
Woody Allen discusses books that have resonated with him.
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"Think of a tree, how it grows round its roots. If a branch breaks off, it don't stop but keeps reaching toward the light."
Jason Bellamy: Terrence Malick's next film, due soon in theaters, is called The Tree of Life, and coincidentally or not it is set up by the final shot of Malick's previous film, The New World. In both the theatrical and extended cuts of that 2005 film, Malick closes with a shot at the base of a tree: gazing up the side of its mighty trunk as it stretches heavenward. It's a quintessentially Malickian shot, both in terms of the camera's intimacy to its subject and in the way that it presents nature with a spiritual awe, as if the tree's branches are the flying buttresses of a grand cathedral. But the reason I mention that shot is so I can begin this discussion by acknowledging its roots. We've been regular contributors to The House Next Door for almost two-and-a-half years now, and, as loyal House readers know, Terrence Malick's The New World is the seed from which this blog sprouted. What began in Janurary 2006 as Matt Zoller Seitz's attempt to find enough cyber real estate in which to freely explore his passion for The New World—a rather Malickian quest, if you think about it—became something much bigger, until now here we are: writing about the filmmaker without whom this blog and thus this series might not exist.
I make that acknowledgement en route to this one: By the very nature of its origins, The House Next Door has always been something of an unofficial Terrence Malick fan club—nay, house of worship. Many of us first gathered at this site because of this subject matter. (Any immediate kinship many of us felt with Matt was inspired by a shared religious experience with The New World, not to mention the holy awakening of seeing serious criticism posted to the Web by amateur means.) I make this observation in the interest of full disclosure—less an acknowledgement of the House's origins, which so many of its readers know already, than an indication of my awareness of it—in the hopes that by doing so I can convince the Malick nonbelievers that they are welcome here. Because, see, Malick is one of those filmmakers who seems to inspire two reactions: genuflecting reverence and head-scratching ennui. Is there room between the two? Or are total immersion and deference to Malick's filmmaking elemental to its effect? In Part I of this discussion, we will look at Malick's first four films, Badlands (1973), Days of Heaven (1978), The Thin Red Line (1998) and The New World (the theatrical cut), and what I hope we begin to uncover is why Malick's filmmaking inspires such divergent reactions.
I am, admittedly, a singer in Malick's choir. His films don't move me equally, but when they do move me I'm profoundly affected. You come into this conversation having just watched most of Malick's films for the first time. So let me ask a question that will cause the Malick agnostics to roll their eyes and the Malick believers to raise their hands to the sky like Pocahontas in The New World: Did Malick's filmmaking inspire you with a unique sense of awe, or do you feel like you're on the outside looking in, or something else? Continue Reading »
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The Tree of Life is a movie of infinite moments, culled from one person's singular experience and placed side-by-side in a free-floating mosaic. The best of the film's posters plays off this idea: still images from different scenes are gathered in a patchwork, though not ordered according to the movie's nonlinear chronological progression. Whether conscious or not, this separates the poster's purpose (to sell) from the film's (to represent, or better, re-present). Interestingly, several of my colleagues have said that certain images in Terrence Malick's semiautobiographical opus are little more than affected bric-a-brac pilloried from perfume commercials (a shot of a commedia dell'arte mask sinking through the ocean is a frequent target for criticism) or computer screen savers (in the case of the "creation of the cosmos" interlude, featuring work by special-effects legend Douglas Trumbull and others).
We should be thankful that these negative judgments—perfectly defensible—are near-entirely balanced out by the rest of the commentary on the film. (For me, the cosmos sequence feels overwhelmingly tactile and purposeful, in no way a technological placeholder behaving randomly, and the submerged disguise, when considered in context, implies a beautiful conviction about our human comedy: At the end of time, the masks fall away.) This is the mark of a truly vital work, one that sways, flows, and moves with the tides of opinion. Rather than incline solely toward preferred sentiments (those equally superficial extremes of fawning love or vigorous hate), the film invites voices of all tenor to engage it and encourages dialogue that can never truly be silenced. We resonate, or—to quote Malick's previous film The New World—we rise.
To read the rest of the article at Reverse Shot, click here. And for my Time Out New York review of the film, click here.
Ratko Mladic, the former Bosnian Serb general accused of masterminding the massacre at Srebrenica in 1995, has been captured in Serbia after more than 15 years as one of the world's most wanted fugitives.
Huguette Clark, obscenely rich reclusive heiress, is dead at 104. Wish I was her lawyer.
Edward Copeland gives us his personal take on the documentary How to Die in Oregon, premiering tonight on HBO.
Kathryn Bigelow's Bin Laden film gets the green light.
MSNBC's Ed Schultz suspended after calling Laura Ingraham a "right-wing slut."
In the month before his death, on May 5, the Tony Award-winning writer and director Arthur Laurents gave his blessing to a plan for a new film version of Gypsy, starring Barbra Streisand, and also finished a full-length play as well as his third memoir, Laurents's agent and several associates said this week.
Matt Zoller Seitz on Oprah's warm, funny, self-aggrandizing goodbye.
Wanting to clear up the Barry Lyndon aspect-ratio issue, Glenn Kenny has a chat with Stanley Kubrick's collaborator Leon Vitali.
Video of conjoined twins Krista and Tatiana Hogan:
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There is, of course, no one set of criteria to determine whether something is a truly great work of art; different people will have their own conceptions of what makes something truly great, and what makes something great to one might not make it so to another. To my mind, though, one thing art indubitably has the ability to do is alter our view of the everyday in some tangible or intangible way—whether that means giving us a different perspective on something, or simply reawakening our awareness of things we notice everyday without really reflecting on it.
Upon experiencing, for the first time, the transfinite, the new installation from multimedia artist Ryoji Ikeda that's currently standing at the Park Avenue Armory, I found myself impressed by it, but in a rather detached way, inspiring little more than mostly intellectual contemplation. But then, after walking around in its darkly lit, strobe-light-flashy, numbers-heavy grip for an extended period of time, I then stepped into the "real" world outside and found myself unable to easily shake off the experience. Instead of buildings, I would see numbers pulsing through its surfaces; instead of coherent thoughts, I would see barcode-like line patterns flitting through my mind. The revelations of the transfinite, it seems, don't make themselves truly apparent until you've stepped away from its imposing structures—but afterward, the cumulative effect is like seeing the world around you in a wholly different way than you did going in. Continue Reading »
Democrats scored an upset in one of New York's most conservative Congressional districts on Tuesday, dealing a blow to the national Republican Party in a race that largely turned on the party's plan to overhaul Medicare.
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For Time Out New York, Keith Uhlich reviewsThe Tree of Life.
And some thoughts on the film's roots and shoots by Richard Brody.
Jim Emerson on the yeti-ness of Terrence Malick. (To see a picture of the actual yeti, click here.)
Matt Zoller Seitz on the NYC-lovin' season finale of Glee.
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In its concern with the possibilities of storytelling, Motti could be said to be a fine specimen of what might be termed "dull lit." Although the novel features a number of ostensibly sensational possibilities (a drunk-driving fatality, a prison stint by an innocent man, an extended fantasy about a schoolgirl), its focus is relentlessly inward, and any events are described only briefly, in passing. Here, for example, is an accident and its aftermath:
And then that dull thud (I didn't see where she came from, I didn't see her, Menachem said over and over, like he was possessed or something), and the crowd collecting after they got out of the car, the police lights, the muttering, the shouts…
From this, we quickly retreat into a consideration of "the persistence of life," the tenacity of the desire to hold on. Which is to say that, though the accident determines the course of the book, it does so only superficially. It's finally a distraction, an aside from a story that otherwise unspools in the private realm of the concealed self. Continue Reading »
With one of those tonal shifts so characteristic of Doctor Who, last week's mix of Lovecraftian horror and ancient romance is followed up with a harder-edged, industrial sci-fi thriller. "The Rebel Flesh" kicks off a two-part story which in several ways is reminiscent of last year's Silurian episodes ("The Hungry Earth" and "Cold Blood"), which I found rather lacking, but tells a much more interesting and complex story. Once again, the Doctor finds himself in the role of mediator between two hostile groups, but this tale of doppelgangers and questions of identity has far more immediacy—and the Doctor ends up having a very personal stake in the outcome. Continue Reading »
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