Hey
there! Welcome to 2006. Glad you could make it. I hope you all had a
festive and merry last couple weeks, no matter what holiday you
chose to celebrate or even if you chose to celebrate absolutely
nothing.
For me, Christmastime usually means catching up on a whole multiplex
worth of current cinema. This year was no exception, so although I
did watch a few older movies on DVD, I'm going to hold those in
reserve for the time being. As we enter the barren movie landscape
that is January at the box office, I'll be glad to have these in my
back pocket for future emergencies. Which means that this week
brings a rare, all-theatrical release edition of the Electric
Theatre. Please turn off your cell phones and pagers and
enjoy the show!
The
A-Picture - Match Point
A few weeks ago, I reviewed Melinda and
Melinda and mentioned that Woody Allen was long past due
for a great movie. I suspected, I hoped, that Match
Point would be that film. But I've had high hopes for
movies before that ended with me once again disappointed, so I kept
it to myself. Now that I've seen the movie, however, I'm happy to
shout it from the rooftops. Match Point
is Woody Allen's best film in over a decade and a movie worthy to be
considered alongside his many classics. A lot of critics have
pointed out how different Match Point
is from the rest of his work and superficially that's true. But
thematically, it's very much in line with his other work. In fact,
you could almost consider this a British remake of Crimes
and Misdemeanors that excises the comedic story. The less
you know about the plot of Match Point,
the better off you are going in. Suffice it to say that it's a taut,
captivating story that kept me totally off guard. Just when you
think you know what's going to happen, it quick turns the opposite
way. The entire cast is top-notch but Scarlett Johansson is
particularly perfect as the sultry American who serves as the
story's tipping point. And I've never been too impressed by Jonathan
Rhys Meyers but in this, he pulls off a tricky role with expert
precision. Over the past few years, I've grown pretty tired of
having to defend Woody Allen to other moviegoers of my generation
who don't understand why I'm a fan. With the arrival of Match
Point, hopefully I won't have to do that any more.
(****)
Caché (Hidden)
The movies of Austria filmmaker Michael Haneke may be something of
an acquired taste. But once you get on his wavelength, it's easy to
get hooked on his challenging, often disturbing style of mystery
thriller. In Caché,
Daniel Auteuil and Juliette Binoche star as a well-off,
sophisticated, highly literate married couple who begins to receive
a series of anonymous videotapes and notes. The tapes show the
exterior of their own house, hours of uninterrupted coverage.
Auteuil begins to suspect he knows the culprit from his childhood
when he sabotaged his parents attempt to adopt the child of
two servants who had died. Caché
is a dark, gripping mystery that may or may not even have a solution
(take it from me... pay very, very close attention to the final shot
if you want to have a hope in hell of figuring this movie out). But
Haneke is less interested in the solution than in the effect the
mystery has on his characters. Caché
demands careful scrutiny and ultimately rewards it. It's a movie
that'll have you thinking long after it's over.
(*** ½)
Casanova
Heath Ledger stars as the world's greatest lover in this handsome
but toothless tale. The plot is like something out of Three's
Company. Casanova must get married or else risk
deportation from his beloved Venice. He sets his sights on the most
chaste virgin in Italy but almost immediately falls head over heels
in love with proto-feminist Francesca Bruni (Sienna Miller).
Wackiness, false names and mistaken identities inevitably follow.
Casanova is handsomely
produced but feels like a lame sitcom throughout, especially
whenever Jeremy Irons shows up as the most cartoonish Inquisitor
since Terry Gilliam hung up his robes as Cardinal Fang. I kept
expecting him to burst into the room declaring, Nobody expects
the Spanish Inquisition! At least Oliver Platt can be depended
on for some good moments. By the way, I can't for the life of me
figure out why this movie is rated R. So if you're hoping this movie
will at least be salacious, you're out of luck.
(**)
The Chronicles of Narnia:
The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe
As a child, I read every book in C.S. Lewis epic Narnia
fantasy. And while I must have enjoyed them (why else would I read
all seven?), I can hardly remember the first detail about them.
Which probably makes me the perfect audience for Disney/Walden
Media's adaptation of the first book. It's a marquee-buster of a
title and it can't hold a candle to The
Lord of the Rings movies but surprisingly enough, I found
the movie rather enjoyable. The visual effects are somewhat uneven
but at their best, they're eye-popping. We've seen countless battle
shots of enormous armies charging at each other over the past few
years, but never one that includes the menagerie of creatures on
display here. The four young actors are all pretty good and Tilda
Swinton makes for a superb White Witch. As movie fantasies go, Narnia
is closer to the top than the bottom. Better than Legend
but not quite as good as The Dark Crystal.
But I'd see another if they decided to keep going with the series.
(***)
The Family Stone
What would Christmas be without a holiday-themed family dramedy
that allows you to avoid dealing with your own family for a couple
hours? The Stones are your typical Hollywood movie idea of a typical
university boho-liberal family. Most everybody has vague ambitions
in the arts and they all love and encourage each other
beneath a veneer of eccentric mannerisms. Into this tight-knit clan
comes Sarah Jessica Parker, a wound-up, buttoned-down business type
who's engaged to oldest son Dermot Mulroney. She's uncomfortable,
the family doesn't think she's right for him, insert your own movie
here. The Family Stone is
cookie-cutter from beginning to end but it kind of works, thanks to
the seemingly effortless efforts of its cast. Diane Keaton is
genetically incapable of giving a bad performance and she rises
above the material here as well. So does Craig T. Nelson as the
family patriarch, Rachel McAdams as the spiteful sister, and Luke
Wilson as... well, basically the Luke Wilson type brother. The
Family Stone won't win any awards for originality but
it's a decent enough formula that you probably won't notice that
you've had it before. (** ½)
Munich
This past summer, I read a description of Steven Spielberg's work
that was so perfect, I wish I had come up with it myself. It was in
an interview with Terry Gilliam, who said that Spielberg directs
great scenes but seems to have forgotten how to assemble them into a
movie. Munich, Spielberg's
latest, suggests he might be beginning to remember how it's done.
This is easily Spielberg's most interesting movie in a long, long
time and for my money, the best one he's made in over twenty years.
Eric Bana stars as an Israeli operative who goes off the grid,
cutting his formal ties with Mossad, to lead a team charged with
assassinating the Palestinians responsible for the murders of 11
Israeli athletes at the 1972 Munich Olympic games. Munich
works on a number of levels, as a suspense thriller as well as a
contemplation of the self-destructive circle of violence. It's not a
perfect film, with a final half-hour that seems somewhat abrupt and
rushed. But it is a film, not just a handful of bravura setpieces
haphazardly stitched together. This is Steven Spielberg at his most
restrained and quite honestly, I didn't think we'd ever see this
side of him again. I'm glad he's back. (***
½)
The New World
I risk having my membership card in the Movie Nerd's Clubhouse torn
up for admitting this publicly but here goes. Terrence Malick's
movies? Not really a big fan. However, I have been willing to
concede that part of my problem might be that I'd never seen any of
them on the big screen and clearly the images in his films demand to
be writ large. So I was hoping that The
New World, Malick's latest and only his fourth film in a
career that spans three decades, would change my mind. The verdict?
Still not really a big fan. Colin Farrell plays Captain John Smith
and newcomer Q'orianka Kilcher is Pocahontas in this retelling of
the classic story. Predictably, the visuals are drop dead gorgeous.
This is certainly one of the most beautiful movies you'll see this
or any year. And while certain key scenes are captivating, the sweep
of the story itself failed to win me over. Also, Malick relies
heavily on voice-over narration to advance things, a device I truly
hate and is used to extreme measures here. First Farrell narrates,
then Kilcher, then Christian Bale when Farrell takes off for awhile.
I've always felt narration should be used sparingly if at all and
that's certainly not the case here. There's no denying that The
New World, like all of Malick's films, is full of lovely
images. But so is a museum, and at least there I can decide for
myself which ones to linger over. (***)
The Ringer
Johnny Knoxville stars as a nice guy in a jam whose uncle pressures
him into pretending to be mentally challenged so they can rig the
Special Olympics. This should have been the most offensive movie of
the year. For better and worse, it's not. For one thing, the Special
Olympics actually helped produce the movie, so you know the
treatment of the actual athletes will be nothing but respectful. But
the first fifteen minutes or so are genuinely painful to sit through
as the filmmakers go out of their way to set up the premise and
establish Knoxville as an exceptionally decent human being. But once
he checks into the Special Olympics, The
Ringer actually has its moments. I got some laughs, the
movie's heart is in the right place, and you get to see the Kids of
Widney High perform! How many movies can offer that?
(** ½)
The White Countess
The final Merchant-Ivory film stars Ralph Fiennes as a blind
American diplomat in Shanghai who abandons his work to chase his
dream of creating the perfect nightclub. Natasha Richardson is his
muse, an exiled Russian Countess who Fiennes discovers working as a
dance hall girl and hires to be his hostess. Like all Merchant-Ivory
films, The White Countess has
an impeccable pedigree but sadly fails to connect. Part of the
problem is that Fiennes character is far less interesting than
Richardson and her family (which includes members of Richardson's
real family, Vanessa and Lynn Redgrave). But also, the script and
performances feel very stagy, as if this was based on a play.
Characters rarely converse when they could just as easily
soliloquize. A disappointment but a handsome one.
(**)
Wolf Creek
An Australian horror import isn't the likeliest candidate for
holiday viewing. But when a movie's this harrowing, you tend to
forget what time of year it is. Three friends stop for a hike at the
Australian crater lake area called Wolf Creek. When they get back,
they find their car won't start and they're stranded in the middle
of nowhere. Before long, things get much, much worse. Wolf
Creek is an all-too-real horror movie, supposedly based
on true events. Whether it is or it isn't, the movie itself seems
quite plausible. Wolf Creek
takes its time, allowing you to get to know these people and almost
making you forget that you're watching a horror movie before things
get bad. Wolf Creek would make
a great vacation-from-hell double feature with The
Vanishing, another movie that frightens you because it
really could happen. (*** ½)
Now
Playing at the Hell Plaza Octoplex - The Producers
Oy vey. Maybe this works better on stage. Cause it almost
certainly couldn't work any worse than it does on film. Nathan Lane
and Matthew Broderick reprise their Broadway roles... or perhaps I
should say re-enact because it feels like not a beat has
been changed from the stage to screen... in this misfire based on
the musical based on the Mel Brooks movie. I'm a fan of the 1968
movie and had heard many good things about the play but now I'm
really not sure why that is. The only two memorable songs are those
that were in the movie in the first place. All the rest are standard
show-tune placeholders that vanish from your brain the second they
end. Visually, this movie is flatter than flat and surprisingly
small and chintzy looking. For the musical numbers to pop, they
needed to be staged with the flair and logic-be-damned panache of
Busby Berkeley's production numbers in movies like 42nd
Street. As for the performances, every actor is so antic
that you leave the theatre feeling like you've been shouted at for
two hours. The only scene that even came close to feeling like
entertainment was the can't-miss Springtime for Hitler
production number... and even that felt hemmed in. Perhaps the worst
thing I can say about The Producers
is that at times, it actually made me wonder if the original movie
is really as funny as I remember it being. (*
½)
And... scene. That'll do it for now but don't go too far,
Mouseketeers. You're just a few days away from the long awaited,
eagerly anticipated Best and Worst of 2005 installment of Jahnke's
Electric Theatre! One last chance to praise and censure
the year's flicks. Lobbying has been going on for weeks here (I'm
still not sure how Peter Jackson got my phone number) but I will not
be bribed! If you read only one Electric
Theatre this year... well... read two. Because obviously
if you're reading this, you've just read this one and it's the next
one I'm trying to convince you about.
Aw, the hell with it. Just keep your eyes peeled for the first ever
Jahnke's Electric Theatre Annual,
coming soon to this theatre. Until then, rock on with your bad
selves.
Adam Jahnke
ajahnke@thedigitalbits.com
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