Marc Glassman

The compiled reviews of Marc Glassman

Kon-Tiki

Joachim Ronning & Espen Sandberg, directors

Petter Sklavan, script

Starring: Pal Sverre Valheim Hagen (Thor Heyerdahl), Anders Baasmo Christiansen (Herman Watzinger), Odd-Magnus Williamson (Erik Hesselberg), Agnes Kittlesen (Liv Heyerdahl), Gustaf Skargard (Bengt Daanielsson), Jakob Oftebro (Torstein Raaby), Tobias Santelmann (Knut Haugland)

The buzz

Thor Heyerdahl is a legendary figure, an adventurer and social scientist who galvanized the world in 1947, when he sailed a small balsa raft dubbed Kon-Tiki with a 5-man crew from Peru to Tahiti, 3,770 nautical miles (c. 6,980 km (4,340 mi)) in 101 days. Heyerdahl’s intention was to prove that South American indigenous people settled Tahiti, not Asians. No one is entirely sure that he’s right—in fact, most anthropologists disagree with him—but that didn’t matter in those bleak post-World War Two years. Heyerdahl’s feat showed that people could do crazy, inspiring deeds—and live to tell the tale. The Kon Tiki story has been generating buzz for over 60 years.

 

Joachim Ronning and Espen Sandberg’s faithful rendition of the Kon-Tiki adventure has garnered great praise: it’s been nominated for the Best Foreign Film Oscar and Golden Globe (losing both to Amour) and generated the highest box office results in Norway for a native film—over $14 million dollars.

 

The genres

Real life adventure; nautical tales; historical drama

 

The premise

It’s 1947. Thor Heyerdahl, a Norwegian ethnographer and scholar, wants to popularize his radical idea that ancient dwellers in Peru sailed across the ocean to Polynesia and settled the area. With some support from the US and Peruvian governments and private donations, he’s able to assemble a five-man crew of Scandinavians to travel on a raft across the Pacific to Tahiti.

 

Heyerdahl’s theory is based on the notion of a southerly stream that will propel the raft from Peru southwestward. For quite a while, the Kon-Tiki takes the crew northerly towards the Galapagos Islands, which are notoriously disastrous to navigate. Sharks hover around the sea craft, creating tension while the men, in extremely close quarters have to figure out a way to deal with each other.

 

Throughout, Heyerdahl remains steadfast in his belief in using old materials such as balsa to keep the raft afloat. Eventually, his patience is rewarded as Kon-Tiki takes them towards Micronesia.

 

The performances

The script doesn’t build up the characters but it’s fair to observe that Pal Sverre Valheim Hagen gives the proper resolute quality to the “character” of Thor Heyerdahl. Anders Baasmo Christiansen is fine as Herman Watzinger, the odd man out in the story, who had to learn how to live and work on the boat.  Odd-Magnus Williamson (Erik Hesselberg) and Agnes Kittlesen (Liv Heyerdahl) also acquit themselves well in supporting roles. But no one stands out—thanks to the script, not to the actors.

 

The directors

Joachim Ronning and Espen Sandberg know how to create meticulous historical dramas writ large. Their last film about anti-Nazi resistant leader Max Manus: Man of War was a huge hit in Norway and did well in Europe. They can create a sprawling epic and make it look glossy and understandable.

 

But is the complexity of the Kon-Tiki tale delivered?

 

The skinny

Kon-Tiki is a relatively big budget epochal tale of men at sea. (The budget might pay for a week of shooting Iron Man 3). The film’s historical scenes work well and the sense of Heyerdahl’s desperate desire to become a prominent figure is also nicely explicated.

 

Many of the scenes in the ocean are excellent, particularly a shark attack. But the film misses out on creating character development, once the men are at sea. Who are they? Why are they on Kon-Tiki? The answers are supplied but the drama is lacking.

 

Kon-Tiki is a beautifully made film. As a drama, it lacks resonance but as a recounting of an amazing real-life tale from the Forties, it’s terrific.

 

Thumbs up? Thumbs down? How about Thumbs sideways?

Still Mine

Michael McGowan, director and writer

Starring: James Cromwell (Craig Morrison), Genevieve Bujold (Irene), Campbell Scott (Gary), Julie Stewart (Ruth), Rick Roberts (John), Jonathan Potts (Rick), Chuck Shamata (Judge), Hawksley Workman (Gus)


The buzz

Craig Morrison, a New Brunswick farmer and carpenter had to defend himself in court six times between 2008 and 2010 for constructing a house that apparently defied government mandated building codes on his land overlooking the Bay of Fundy. Morrison, who was 88 when he started to build the house for himself and his wife Irene, an Alzheimer sufferer, supplied an independent assessment that his house was “built like a fort,”—and refused to move. Ultimately, his case became a cause célèbre, sparking a Toronto Globe and Mail piece, which stated “This is a true Canadian story, a cautionary tale of the tremendous power of the state over the individual in an age of pervasive bureaucracy.”

 

Michael McGowan, the director and writer of One Week and Saint Ralph, took Morrison’s story (with the now nonagenarian’s consent) and has turned it into a dramatic feature film. Even before its commercial release, Still Mine garnered seven Canadian Screen Award nominations, winning one, the Best Actor Prize for James Cromwell’s interpretation of Craig Morrison.

 

The genres

Zoomer love; one man vs. the “system”—underdog tale

 

The premise

Craig and Irene Morrison’s life is beginning to undergo changes as they reach their eighties. Their living, farming and raising cattle, is becoming more difficult, physically and economically. Worse, Irene is suffering from spells of vagueness, which could lead to a diagnosis of dementia or Alzheimer’s disease.

 

Ever resolute, Craig decides to build a new house for his ailing wife, one where she won’t have to negotiate stairs and the view from the Bay of Fundy will be beautiful. A craftsman, whose father was a ship builder, Craig Morrison knows how to construct a house. But the authorities in New Brunswick think otherwise. Lumber that Morrison custom built is deemed unacceptable because the requisite stickers aren’t on them. Floor joists, ceilings, wall studs—-all in ship shape—-are deemed improper.

 

While Irene gets progressively worse, Craig is either in court or—when he can—continuing to create what will be his and Irene’s last house.

 

The performances

This is a two-hander. You either believe in Craig and Irene and their love for each other or the film doesn’t fly. McGowan had the wit to hire the right actors.

 

Genevieve Bujold, the legendary star of Anne of a Thousand Days, King of Hearts, Kamouraska, Act of the Heart, Paper Wedding and Dead Ringers, is marvellous as Irene. The tough, idiosyncratic actress gives Irene a spine and anger to go along with her vulnerability.

 

James Cromwell, whose performances in Babe, Six Feet Under, L.A. Confidential and Star Trek, have made him a star in his senior years, nails the role of Craig Morrison. He dominates every scene he’s in, with a quiet authority that is perfectly in keeping with Morrison’s character. The love and absolute devotion he feels for Bujold’s Irene is well expressed through his physical interaction with her: you feel their closeness and unspoken devotion for each other. After decades of being a character actor—sometimes evil, sometimes good, occasionally goofy—Cromwell gets to play a lead at last. To say his performance is excellent is almost an understatement. At the age of 73, Cromwell has seized the role and made it his own.

 

The director/writer

Like Craig Morrison, Michael McGowan is a fine craftsman.  A writer of children’s books, he knows his way around dialog and structure. Like any good dramatist, he appreciates conflict and strong characters. McGowan was inspired by newspaper reports of Morrison’s story to turn his life into a film. The results are clear: Still Mine is an honest, delightful story of a Canadian fighting for his rights—and the love of his life. It is McGowan’s best film to date.

 

The skinny

Still Mine is a wonderful film, perfect for Zoomers. It’s heartfelt, funny, dramatic and romantic. See it. You’ll love it.

Hot Docs Sizzle in Toronto

A little history

Everybody loves a success story and there are few that can match that of Toronto’s love affair with Hot Docs. Now celebrating its 20th anniversary, Hot Docs is second only to TIFF as the most popular film festival in Toronto. Starting with a bold name designed to counteract  the general public’s perception of documentaries as earnest classroom fare, Hot Docs was initially embraced only by Canada’s public broadcasters and its own industry. Apart from sold out opening night screenings of films by British bad boy Nick Broomfield (Aileen Wuornos: Selling of a Serial Killer) and American Oscar winner Barbara Kopple (the Woody Allen biopic Wild Man Blues), the city didn’t immediately embrace the festival.

 

Torontonians aren’t fickle but they need to be wooed and won; then they become loyal. As the years progressed—and especially after 1998, when Chris McDonald was appointed as the festival’s executive director—-Hot Docs grew from its solid foundations in Canada’s documentary community to become an event that has national and worldwide influence.

 

With the coming of its Documentary Forum in 2000, which brought in commissioning editors from all the major European and US broadcasters, the festival became vitally important to filmmakers across the globe who wanted to finance their next docs. Concurrently, Hot Docs began to programme Lifetime Achievement awards and Spotlights on national cinemas, which increased the presence in this city of internationally recognized artists.

 

Werner Herzog, Al Maysles, D.A. Pennebaker and Frederick Wiseman began to show up at Hot Docs—and the city began to take notice of its documentary festival. The growth since then has been stellar. From 69 films screened to 7000 people in 1999—the year before the Forum—Hot Docs hit a peak last year, with 189 documentaries being shown to 165,000 aficionados.

 

Hot Docs 2013: some glowing Canucks

Canadian films always occupy premier spots at the festival. This year is no exception, with films by such veterans as John Kastner, Alan Zweig and Anne Wheeler screening in tandem with impressive work by rising stars Liz Marshall, Ann Shin and Katherine Knight and Marcia Connolly as well as fascinating student work by Andrew Moir and former experimental filmmaker Kelly O’Brien.  Hot Docs’ Canadian Spectrum programmers Alex Rogalski and Lynne Fernie are pleased with what they both feel is a “bumper crop” of new Canuck work.

 

John Kastner’s NCR: Not Criminally Responsible continues this award-winning filmmaker’s journey into the heart of darkness of violent offenders. Like his previous film Life With Murder, Kastner’s searching camera and subtle interviewing style reveals the humanity behind someone who has been judged to be psychotic at the time of his brutal crime. Sean Clifton, Kastner’s subject, attacked and tried to kill Julie Bouvier outside of a Walmart in Cornwall, Ontario simply because she was the “prettiest girl” in his eyesight when a homicidal rage overwhelmed him.

 

Incarcerated for years in a mental facility in Brockville, Clifton has slowly come to grips with his life. Kastner’s genius is his ability to make us understand how woebegone Clifton was at the time of the attack and how remorseful he is now. NCR charts the progress of a mentally diseased criminal into someone who has reformed to the extent that he’s actually attempting to integrate into normal life again. It’s a long and painful journey but John Kastner has been able to document it in this moving and powerful film.

 

Ann Shin’s The Defector: Escape from North Korea is a doc thriller that invites viewers into the lives of at-risk women on the run in China from Kim Jong Un’s despotic regime. Placing herself in harm’s way, Shin goes on the road with illegal North Korean refugees Yong-Hee and Sook-ja as they travel across China to Laos and Thailand, where they will finally be free. Shin’s incisive eye reveals the anxiety and almost naïve fragility of her two female leads while concentrating on the ambiguous nature of the broker Dragon, who has organized their highly criminal road trip through Asia. A film made with depth and understanding, The Defector is Shin’s journey of learning into Korean life, North and South, in contemporary times.

 

Katherine Knight and Marcia Connolly’s Spring and Arnaud is a fascinating and moving tale about the relationship over the past quarter of a century of two of Toronto’s top artists, Spring Hurlbut and Arnaud Maggs. Knight and Connolly approach the couple with respect, allowing them the time to reveal their art and love for each other to the camera. Neither artist’s work can be easily summarized: Hurlbut is a sculptor who has become fascinated by architecture and issues of space in recent years while Maggs’ pristine photography has usually been used to create serial images of numbers and objects, with meanings that are often quite hermetic. By contrast, their relationship is clearly loving and fulfilling. Knight and Connolly capture the final years of their time together as Maggs, at 85, finally has to deal with his own passing. Spring and Arnaud is a clear-eyed, exquisite look at a couple in love, at work and coping with mortality.

 

Kelly O’Brien’s Softening is a courageous self-portrait of an artist and mother coping with Teddy, a child who was born with extreme brain damage. An intimate look at her family, O’ Brien’s documentary, which was made at York University, where she is in a graduate course, shows how the love manifested for Teddy by her eldest, Emma, and her husband Terence have softened her own pain in dealing with her son. Using Super-8 footage, reenactments, text, black and white and colour photography, O’Brien’s Softening is a beautifully constructed mid-length film about love, loss and understanding.

 

Softening will be playing at Hot Docs with Ryerson film student Andrew Moir’s remarkable Just As I Remember, which looks at the effect on two families of ALS (Amytrophic lateral sclerosis), a disease that creates paralysis in its victims. Moir’s sharply edited and highly personal film deals with his own father, who has chosen to live a highly circumscribed life with ALS and the Katz family, whose father has decided to cease medical intervention at a critical point and accept his demise.

 

Peter Mettler and Les Blank

Hot Docs always “spotlights” a Canadian in mid-career and an international figure for an “outstanding achievement” retrospective. This year, the documentarians being highlighted are two filmmakers, whose work is highly contrasting, Canada’s bravura avant-gardist Peter Mettler and the down-home American veteran Les Blank.

 

While it’s easy to suggest that the two filmmakers are quite different, many things bring them together. They’ve shot most of their films, unusual in an age when few documentarians are also cinematographers. Mettler and Blank’s films often show people whose lives are in the margins of society—whether it’s the seekers after ecstasy in Gambling, Gods and LSD or the rather ecstatic New Orleans revelers in Always for Pleasure. Both love music though Blank’s bluesy Lightnin’ Hopkins and Mance Lipscombe and Mardi Gras giants The Neville Brothers are far different from the experimental sounds of acclaimed guitarists Fred Frith and Jim O’ Rourke and electronica artist Gabriel Scotti in Mettler’s films. Above all, the films made by Blank and Mettler are fiercely independent.

 

Mettler’s spotlight features his two finest accomplishments. Picture of Light is a bit of a shaggy dog story in which the filmmaker encounters innumerable obstacles, including a rather memorable encounter with a wall in a northern Manitoba motel before he finally shoots the aurora borealis, arguably Canada’s Holy Grail. And in Gambling, Gods and LSD, Mettler documents the ineffable: the ecstatic state as revealed by drug takers, religious fundamentalists and the creator of LSD, the ultimate Zoomer, then 99-year-old scientist Albert Hoffman.

 

Blank’s best film Burden of Dreams, about the making of Werner Herzog’s Fitzcarraldo, is sadly lacking from this retrospective but his two best docs about blues musicians, The Blues According to Lightnin’ Hopkins and A Well Spent Life (about Mance Lipscombe) are being screened. So is the effervescent Always for Pleasure, which captures the fever and fervor of Mardi Gras in music, dance and crazy, heated crowd performance. All are worth seeing.

 

Les Blank died in early April at the age of 77. I was looking forward to seeing him again. I brought Les to Toronto for a Blues festival at Harbourfront Centre in 1989. Les was a man of few words but everyone was choice. He hated the d-word. To Les, using the word documentary was the kiss of death. He wanted to make people feel entertained by his films. Titles were absolutely essential. We agreed that his best was the one he used for a documentary he made about Alice Waters’ food festival in California, Garlic is as Good as Ten Mothers. (No, it’s not in the retrospective.)

 

Les and I spent a week eating spicy food, a challenge in Toronto at that point. We went to a Szechuan place, a couple of Indian restaurants, an Ethiopian diner (not that spicy but the food was great) and Southern Accent in Markham Village. The owner, Frances, recognized Les and made us Cajun cocktails.

 

The last night he was here, we returned to Southern Accent. Les ordered a garlic appetizer and had us both eat it. Les told me that you only eat garlic when you feel that you’re with family.

 

As I wish Les a heartfelt goodbye, I wonder whether he’s pleased that the diminutive of the d-word is now OK—thanks to Hot Docs.

It’s A Disaster

Todd Berger, director & writer

Starring: Julia Stiles (Tracy), David Cross (Glen), Blaise Miller (Pete), Erinn Hayes (Emma), Jeff Grace (Shane), America Ferrera (Hedy), Rachel Boston (Lexi), Kevin M. Brennan (Buck), Todd Berger (Hal Lousteau)

The buzz

Writer-director Todd Berger and It’s a Disaster actors Jeff Grace, Kevin M. Brennan and Blaise Miller have been performing as a comedy troupe The Vacationeers since 2006. Besides performing live, mainly in Los Angeles, they’ve been making videos and created a feature film The Scenesters in 2009. It’s a Disaster is their second film.

 

The genres

Comedy; couples; end-of-the-world

 

The premise

Tracy (Julia Stiles) shows up with her new beau Glen (David Cross) at Pete (Blaise Miller) and Emma’s (Erinn Hayes) regular “couple’s brunch,” an event which every one of these middlebrow Anglenos love and dread. Tracy is the odd one out in a group of couples that includes musicians Lexi  (Rachel Boston) and Buck (Kevin M. Brennan) and teacher Shane (Jeff Grace) and scientist Hedy (America Ferrera). This is Glen’s first time meeting the other couples and Tracy is concerned about how he’ll fit in.

 

As the lunch is being prepared, it becomes obvious that something is amiss. Comic tension is built as the computers, telephone and TV stop working, leading Pete to leap to the conclusion that Emma hasn’t paid the bills. In an angry outburst, he reveals to the group that he and Emma are breaking up and this will be the last of their brunches. Before that revelation has sunk in, the next-door neighbour Hal Lousteau (Berger) arrives in an orange survival costume complete with a mask. He delivers the news: dirty bombs have exploded downtown and the end of the world has come. People will start to die within hours, especially if they don’t barricade their doors and seal off their windows.

 

While duct tape is being applied liberally to the windows to keep the couples alive for a few more hours, confessions fly thick and fast. Infidelities are revealed. Couples break up and get back together again. Finally, Glen—now the odd man in—proposes that they drink poisoned wine together and embrace the Rapture. Will they do it?

 

The performances

Since this is a comedy timing and attitude is absolutely crucial if the film is to be successful. Julia Stiles (the Bourne series, Dexter) is wonderful as Tracy, appropriately neurotic as the one member of the group who never “coupled” correctly. David Cross, formerly of Arrested Development and Mr. Show, is nimble and entertaining as Glen. Rachel Boston is fine as Lexi.

 

But what happened to The Vacationeers? Blaise Miller, Kevin M. Brennan and Jeff Grace do very little with their roles. This should have been their film and it’s not.

 

The writer/director and the skinny

There’s a problem with sketch comedy. It’s based on a clever premise and a set of virtuoso character actors who shine because of their ability to play so many parts reasonably well. But sketches last 10 minutes, not an hour and a half. Great short story writers don’t always become brilliant novelists. Todd Berger can’t build on his two solid pillars, a marital break-up and the end-of-the-world to construct something memorable. In his hands, both concepts yield good results for about ten minutes. But features last 90 minutes.

 

It’s too easy to play with a title like It’s a Disaster in a review, particularly in a week that will always be remembered for the tragedy at the Boston Marathon. No need to be cruel then—-let’s just call this a film that can be missed. And, please, can’t someone find a script for Julia Stiles?

 

To The Wonder

Terrence Malick, director & writer

Cinematography: Emmanuel Lubezki

Starring: Ben Affleck (Neil), Olga Kurylenko (Marina), Rachel McAdams (Jane), Javier Bardem (Father Quintana), Tatiana Chiline (Tatiana)


The buzz

Terrence Malick originally cast Christian Bale, Jessica Chastain, Rachel Weisz, Amanda Peet, Barry Pepper and Michael Sheen but abandoned that version of the production and discarded all of the footage that had been shot.

 

Made with an entirely different cast, To The Wonder played at Venice and TIFF last fall and is finally being released now.

 

The genres

Art film; romance

 

The premise

Neil, an American in Paris, falls in love with Marina, a beautiful Ukrainian exile living there with her 10-year-old daughter Tatiana. The three journey through France—especially and memorably at Mont Saint-Michel, the glorious island in Normandy where monks at a protected monastery rewrote and illustrated many sacred texts during Europe’s medieval period.

 

Besotted with love, Marina takes Tatiana with her and comes to Oklahoma to be with Neil. But things go horribly wrong in America. Tatiana hates it there and wants to be reunited with her father, who is living in France. Marina’s physical displacement becomes emotional: she can no longer connect with Neil. The only person she can relate to is Father Quintana, who is also a stranger in the strange land of Oklahoma. Eventually, she and Tatiana go back to France.

 

Neil stays, continuing his work in Oklahoma, where he’s involved in the construction of homes in a community that is involved in the burgeoning oil and gas industry. He reconnects with Jane, an old lover. They have an affair but she finds him emotionally unresponsive to her needs—as did Marina. Jane ends her relationship with Neil.

 

Marina is still in communication with Neil. She’s desperately unhappy in Paris; Tatiana has left her to go to the south to be with her father. Neil sends money for Marina to come back to Oklahoma. But things work out no better for them the second time. Even Father Quintana is no help as he’s having a crisis of faith and is struggling to find personal redemption.

 

In a way, all of them—Neil, Marina, Jane, even Tatiana and certainly the priest—-are searching for a way back to a sense of glory and transcendence. They grasp it from time to time, when nature is at its most picturesque—at dawn looking at the skies of Oklahoma or at Mont Saint-Michel—-or when they feel most in love. But then it fades away.

 

Mariana leaves again and Neil, a handsome cipher throughout the film, remains alone, isolated in the great American West.

 

The performances

Malick is an absolute auteur. He controls every aspect of his productions, from visuals to sound to editing. In his films, it’s almost impossible for a performer to make a mark. His narratives progress through voice-overs while scenes move poetically and intuitively around fields, with people dancing and moody shots of characters looking into vistas.

 

It’s not his fault but Ben Affleck is absolutely impenetrable in this film. He and Olga Kurylenko seem to have been cast for their physical beauty—and that’s what they are: gorgeous and unknowable even to themselves.

 

Javier Bardem is stuck with a rather pretentious series of monologues about his loss of faith. He may be condemned for a poor performance but this great actor is simply a vessel in a Malick film.

 

Rachel McAdams is the one exception To The Wonder. She narrates the interlude she has with Neil and manages to convey her loneliness and sense of pride, which is betrayed by a man, whom she has known and loved before. It’s the one real performance in the film.

 

The writer/director

Terrence Malick has been making the same film for 30 years. Each features amazing visuals—kudos must go to his cinematographer Emmanuel Lubezki and art director Jack Fisk—flatly read voice-overs, physically beautiful actors and landscapes and an over-riding sense of philosophical discomfort. That’s been true for material as diverse as The Tree of Life, The Thin Red Line, Days of Heaven and The New World. It’s true here again.

 

Lovers of classical music will find a key to Malick’s emotional and philosophical quest in his choices of music for his films. Invariably, they’re vast, exotic, gorgeous and often religious. For To The Wonder, Malick has used: Henryk Gorecki’s Third Symphony, Wagner’s Parisfal (he often uses Wagner), Arvo Part’s Fratres for Eight Cellos, (another Malick favorite:) Bach’s Unto Us a Child is Born, Dvorak’s New World Symphony (for Oklahoma scenes), Shostakovich’s Piano Concerto no. 2 and even Rachmaninoff’s Isle of the Dead.

 

You get the point, don’t you?

 

 

 

 

The skinny

Terrence Malick’s films are a bit like eating oysters. You either love them or hate them. To The Wonder is either a masterpiece or a waste of two good hours.

 

Actually, it’s both.

Renoir

Gilles Bourdos, director and co-writer w/Jerome Tonnerre & Michel Spinosa

Starring: Michel Bouquet (Pierre-Auguste Renoir), Christa Theret (Andrée Heuschling), Vincent Rottiers (Jean Renoir), Thomas Doret (Coco Renoir)

The buzz

The film, which premiered at the 2012 Cannes film festival, is inspired by the true story of Andrée Heuschling. She was the Impressionist painter Pierre-Auguste Renoir’s last muse—-and the first muse of his son Jean, who married her and made her the lead in all of his early films.

 

The film stars the grand old actor Michel Bouquet, who has previously played Rembrandt, Leopold Mozart and Inspector Javert in a 1980s version of Les Miserables.

 

Critics and the public in France responded to the film’s premise and rather ancient leading man.

 

The genres

Artist bio-pic; romance; historical drama

 

The premise

It’s 1915 in the South of France. The world is at war but the great artist Pierre-Auguste Renoir is living in his beautiful country estate, still painting despite painful arthritis and the recent death of his wife. Andrée Heuschling arrives as his wife’s last present—a young model whom she spotted months before her demise.

 

Renoir is energized by Andrée; he is soon painting with renewed passion. Renoir’s household, mainly consisting of ex-models, who now cook and clean for him, and his youngest son Coco take much longer to like her. In many ways, Andrée is a difficult person; she’s willful and high strung.

 

Renoir’s two older sons, Pierre and Jean are fighting for France as the tale begins. Soon, Jean arrives, having been given time off to recover from a harsh war injury that could have cost him his leg. After much sparring, Jean and Andrée fall in love. But all is not perfect for them. Jean feels a responsibility to return to the Front while Pierre-Auguste and Andrée want him to stay. In the end, Jean departs but the film’s end credits reveal that Andrée will adopt the stage name Catherine Hessling and become an actor—and Renoir’s first wife.

 

The performances

Christa Theret is fine as Andrée; you get her passion and insistence on being treated as a real person, not just a model. Naturally, she is physically beautiful; you can see that she was cast perfectly to be a Renoir muse.

 

Michel Bouquet is one of the great talents of French cinema. He’s been delivering fine performances since the 1940s. The scenes with him dealing with his arthritis are sensitively delivered. Bouquet gives us a portrait of an aging sensualist, father and artist who is desperately holding onto his life.

 

Vincent Rottiers is certainly acceptable as the young Jean Renoir. In part, the film lets him down; there’s none of the jolliness and artistic insight that one sees in Renoir’s masterpieces from the ‘30s. For those of us who have seen Jean Renoir as Octave in Rules of the Game (1939), this version of young director-to-be feels inadequate.

 

The creative team

There’s much to admire in this film. The marvelous countryside of the Cote d’Azur is beautifully evoked and the scenes of Renoir painting, inspired by his young model are well handled. There’s a good sense of how the Renoir household operated. One sees Renoir’s strengths and weaknesses: he’s a great artist attempting to be a great man—and often failing as a father, particularly to young Coco, who is allowed to run wild on the estate.

 

What the film’s creative team didn’t get is the essence of Renoir, pere et fils.

 

The skinny

This film lacks is passion, which is truly ironic, given the nature of Pierre-Auguste’s work. It also lacks humour, which along with passion, mark the greatest works of Jean Renoir.

 

True, that’s a high standard but the film invites the comparison. Renoir has many beautiful moments but it feels hermetic, an exercise in recreating history, not a genuinely engaging film.

 

It does recount the story of Andrée Heuschling—-and that, certainly, is worth telling. Renoir is a worthy film, but it lacks brilliance. You won’t feel badly if you see in a cinema—but you could also wait and see it on DVD or specialty TV.

The Place Beyond the Pines

Derek Cianfrance, director and co-writer w/Ben Coccio & Darius Marder

Starring: Ryan Gosling (Luke Glanton), Bradley Cooper (Avery Cross), Eva Mendes (Romina), Dane DeHaan (Jason Glanton), Emory Cohen (AJ Cross), Ray Liotta (Deluca), Ben Mendelsohn (Robin Van Der Zee), Rose Byrne (Jennifer), Mahershala Ali (Kofi), Bruce Greenwood (Bill Killcullen), Harris Yulin (Al Cross)


The buzz

When the film premiered at TIFF last fall, critical reception was generally favourable. That’s continued as the film had its limited release in the U.S.

 

There has been anticipation around the film, which is the second film in a row in which director Cianfrance and Canada’s “other Ryan,” Gosling have collaborated. Their first film together, the highly acclaimed Blue Valentine, featured Michelle Williams; this one has a much larger cast including Bradley Cooper, who is shedding his reputation as a superficial handsome lead, as well as Eva Mendes, Ben Mendelsohn, Harris Yulin and another Canadian, Bruce Greenwood.

 

The genres

Melodrama; bank robbery thriller; multi-family drama

 

The premise

The film takes place in three acts.

 

Act One

Luke Glanton, a motorcycle stuntman at a travelling circus, decides to stay in the northern New York town of Schenectady (which means “place beyond the pines” in Mohawk) after he finds out that has fathered a son, Jason, with Romina, a waitress he’d met the previous year. Romina is against Luke staying although she is still attracted to him. She has a new man, Kofi, who is happy to raise Jason as his son and is trying to avoid problems.

 

Luke is Trouble—that’s his attraction and his downfall. He finds a place to stay with Robin, who owns an auto-repair shop and (it soon turns out) used to rob banks. Quickly, the two form the “best duo since Hall and Oates,” with Luke robbing banks, racing off on his motorcycle, which he rides to a hidden spot where Robin has a truck. Luke, the motorcycle and the money hide in the truck as the police search in vain for the robber.

 

For a brief period, Luke leads the good life, giving money to Romina for their son while having an affair with her. It all goes wrong when Luke buys a crib for Jason and has a fight with Kofi when he tries to place it in his house. Romina wants nothing more to do with Luke. His response? To rob more banks. But Robin refuses to help and the next robbery proves to be the last. Luke’s bike breaks down; he’s spotted by the cops and in a shootout, he’s killed by a policeman, Avery Cross.

 

Act Two

Avery isn’t a regular cop; he has a law degree and his father is a prominent attorney and former judge. He’s treated as a hero for killing Luke but soon finds out that the police force is riddled with corruption. When he tries to let his commanding officer know what’s happening—that citizens are being ripped off by cops and that many of them are trafficking drugs—Avery and his family (wife and young son) are threatened. Eventually, he realises that he can only save himself by telling all to the district attorney and entrapping his fellow officers.

 

Act Three

It’s 15 years later. Avery is running for NY State Attorney General. He’s divorced from his wife and has recently taken custody of their 16-year-old son, AJ, and relocated him to a local high school. There, he becomes friends with Jason Glanton. The boys know nothing about the past; they’re both into drugs, rap music and hanging out. When they’re busted one night for possession, Avery arranges for both of them to be freed.

 

Angry, he tells AJ not to hang out with Jason but, of course, that doesn’t happen. Surprised that he’s gotten off so lightly, Jason finally starts asking about his father. He meets Robin, who offers a slightly sanitized version of what Luke was like. Then, through the Internet, he finds out that Avery killed his dad.

 

It all leads to a denouement in the pines, where Jason has to choose to forgive Avery and AJ (who is a manipulative rich kid) or kill them. Will justice be merciful or redemptive?

 

The performances

Cianfrance has a way with actors. Michelle Williams and Gosling were utterly convincing as a couple in and out of love in Blue Valentine; there were many flaws in the film but the acting was outstanding.

 

Clearly, Gosling and Cianfrance have developed a great rapport. Gosling’s performance doesn’t feel like one: he actually seems to inhabit the character of Luke Glanton. The authenticity he brings to the role reminds one of early Brando and, perhaps more exactly, the young Montgomery Clift. Gosling may not be using the Method in his acting but he certainly comes across as real.

 

No one else approaches Gosling’s prowess but Bradley Cooper continues his ascent into mature acting and Ben Mendelsohn offers a thoughtful interpretation of Robin, Luke’s bank robbing buddy. Even Eva Mendes, a limited performer, is fine in this film.

 

The direction and writing

This is Cianfrance’s third film and a huge step forward from Blue Valentine. The plot has an epic quality to it and the performances are excellent.

 

But…has he made it all the way? He’s certainly an auteur but is the film a complete success?

 

The skinny

There’s lot to admire in The Place Beyond the Pines. Not only is the acting phenomenal—particularly Gosling—but the attempt to reach beyond a typical narrative is to be commended. The film reaches for the Biblical with the sins of the fathers being visited on the next generation. It evokes class and racial differences, with the Cross family’s white wealth and privilege being contrasted with that of Jason Glanton, the physical product of a “white trash” biker and an Hispanic American whose stepfather is an African American. In the end, it’s Jason who holds the cards, having to decide whether he wants to be a criminal or someone new and different.

 

The film is so good, you’d like it to be more than it is. But it’s not The Godfather nor the brilliant French film The Prophet; it lacks the rigorous writing and ability to connect the violence in the story to larger political and emotional concerns. The Place Beyond the Pines is a film that aspires to be a critique of America. It comes close but doesn’t get there. In the end, it’s too melodramatic—not enough of a tragedy. Still, this is a significant film, the product of a number of creative talents. It’s definitely worth seeing—this weekend or soon.

Love, Marilyn

Liz Garbus, director, writer and co-producer of this feature documentary

Starring: Marilyn Monroe (in archival footage) and F. Murray Abraham, Elizabeth Banks, Adrien Brody, Ellen Burstyn, Glenn Close, Hope Davis, Viola Davis, Jennifer Ehle, Ben Foster, Paul Giamatti, Jack Huston, Stephen Lang, Lindsay Lohan, Janet McTeer, Jeremy Piven, Oliver Platt, David Strathairn, Lili Taylor, Uma Thurman, Marisa Tomei and Evan Rachel Wood

She’s been gone for more than 50 years but the legend of Marilyn Monroe keeps on growing. Articles and books about her continue to proliferate, following a tradition set by such writers as Truman Capote, Norman Mailer and Gloria Steinem. She’s extolled by women, who respond to her mutable personality: vulnerable and terrifyingly insecure and yet possessing an inner strength and drive, which made her a star. Men still lust after her, dead all these years, thanks to the magic of cinema and photography, which has kept her image as glowing and seductive as ever.

 

Top doc-maker Liz Garbus, whose recent hits include Bobby Fischer Against the World and Killing in the Name Of, responded to the half centenary of Monroe’s death and the recent discovery of a cache of letters that the star had written to her acting teacher and mentor Lee Strasberg, by making the feature documentary Love, Marilyn. In it, a who’s who of actors read from Marilyn’s letters as well as pieces by Mailer, Capote, Steinem and others. Intercut with scenes from such Monroe hits as Gentlemen Prefer Blondes and How to Marry a Millionaire, photos ranging from her infamous nude shots for a 1949 calendar (and later reprinted in the first issue of Playboy) to wonderfully intimate portraits by long-time friend Milton Greene and interviews with Greene’s widow Amy and others who knew Marilyn, Garbus has created a memorable profile of an elusive blonde who seems destined to never leave the public’s imagination.

 

Most moving and challenging are the readings by Uma Thurman, Elizabeth Banks, Marisa Tomei, Evan Rachel Wood, Lindsay Lohan, Viola Davis and Jennifer Ehle, who take on the persona of Monroe, giving emotion and depth to their every movement, intonation and gesture. Tomei and Wood play out Monroe’s vulnerability; Lohan, her helplessness and Davis, her anger. Banks comes closest to replicating the beautiful blonde bombshell appeal while Ehle offers a wonderfully crafted performance that shows us the multiple Monroe—the conflicted woman, star, shattered personality and sexy icon. (Why doesn’t Ehle get more deserving roles?)

 

What Garbus has achieved here is truly remarkable. She’s offered a kaleidoscopic profile of a woman who never resolved her own contradictions. Perhaps that was Monroe’s great appeal: that she could be so astonishingly beautiful—and know it—and still be tragically unfulfilled. Maybe the love offered to her in death is the balm she was seeking. Certainly this brilliant tribute to her is one of the greatest works of art ever inspired by the icon that is Marilyn Monroe, and it’s a fitting addition to her cultural shrine.

 

The Sapphires

Wayne Blair, director

Keith Thompson and Tony Briggs, script based on Brigg’s play and inspired by real events in the lives of his mother, aunt and friends

Starring: Chris O’Dowd (Dave), Deborah Mailman (Gail), Jessica Mauboy (Julie), Shari Sebbens (Kay), Miranda Tapsell (Cynthia)

Vocals by: Mauboy, Jade Macrae, Lou Bennett, Juanita Tippens and Darren Percival


The buzz

This uplifting tale of four indigenous Australians who form a soul singing girl group to tour Vietnam during the late ‘60s was the biggest hit last year in its home country. Not only did it gross over $14 million Aussie dollars in its first three months as a commercial release, it practically swept the Australian Academy Awards, winning eleven prizes including Best film, actor, actress, direction and script.

 

The genres

Rock/soul musical; interracial romance; war film

 

The premise

It’s the late 1960s and Irish roustabout Dave Lovelace is playing piano and searching for talent in rural Australia when he spots the real thing, Cynthia, Gail and Julie, three Aboriginal sisters singing their hearts out to country music. They don’t win the local talent contest because the judges are racists but the girls get Dave, who drives them home and eventually persuades their mother and father to let them be their manager and get them jobs singing to the US military troops in Vietnam. Joined in the city by their half-white cousin Kay, the four are trained in a whole new repertoire, soul music and quickly turn themselves into The Sapphires.

 

Just as quickly, they’re in Vietnam, singing to highly receptive US soldiers, performing beautifully behind a tight knit instrumental quintet. Romance erupts while bullets fly: Kay becomes infatuated with a soldier while Gail and Dave fall in love. Meanwhile, Kay and Gail have to deal with racism from their homeland. Being of mixed-race, Kay was officially stolen from her Aboriginal land and taken to live with whites in the city. Gail has never forgiven Kay for acting haughty towards her when she came back for her biological mother’s funeral.

 

Besides this important issue, there is a war going on—one that’s actually heating up while the Sapphires are on tour. During their last concert, the Viet Cong invade the town they’re in; while the Sapphires escape, Dave is hit by bullets and is left for dead.

 

Will Dave escape from his apparently grisly fate? Will the Sapphires perform again? Hey—never give away an ending!

 

The performances

 Chris O’Dowd is terrific as Dave Lovelace, a hard drinking, fast talking Irishman, who is all charm, until he meets his match in Gail, a tough, sharp as nails, passionate woman, who will defend to the death her sisters and her right to have her own opinions. While Deborah Mailman’s Gail is a fine match for O’Dowd’s character, it is the Irishman who really makes this film work. He controls scenes with his effortless bravado. You never know whether O’Dowd will play a scene for comedy or drama, or simply switch emotions in mid-gear. He’s been fine as a supporting cast member in Bridesmaids, This is 40 and the TV series Girls but here he’s the lead and O’Dowd rises to the occasion.

 

Also notable in much smaller roles are Shari Sebbens as Kay and Miranda Tapsell as Cynthia, the youngest of the sisters and the one with the best voice.

 

The creative team

The Sapphires has a great premise—young Aboriginal women growing as individuals by forming a singing group and playing in Vietnam. With war and racism as hard-edged backdrops and the great soul music of the Sixties in the air, this film always feels like a winner.

 

Kudos must go to Tony Briggs who had the wit to realise that his mother’s stories about singing in Vietnam as a young Australian aboriginal would strike a chord with an audience. The Sapphires morphed into a play and now a film.

 

Unfortunately, Briggs’ creative partners, director Wayne Blair and co-scriptwriter Keith Thompson don’t have the wit to genuinely expand on Griggs’ premise. They don’t represent the war in Vietnam very well and the characters of the sisters—Gail apart—never get to grow.

 

The skinny   

Who isn’t going to like the idea of an Aboriginal soul-singing group touring Vietnam—and finding themselves in the process?

 

With so much going for it, The Sapphires is bound to be good entertainment. But the film’s writers and director aren’t spry enough to let the underlying elements of war and racism play out around a moving tale of young women reaching adulthood through making music.

 

Crucially, the foursome who make up the Sapphires don’t get to sing in the film. Only one, Jessica Mauboy, sings. This means that the singing, which should be the emotional pay-off of the film, is undercut by lip-synching to a very slick group of professional musicians. No doubt the sound is better but by losing authenticity in the music the film sells its group dynamic short. We should feel for these players—-and we don’t.

 

The Sapphires is still great fun. But it could have been the Australian version of The Commitments, a wonderful Irish-British film, that used soul music to portray poor but musically gifted young Irishmen and women, in writer Roddy Doyle’s inelegant phrase as “the niggers of Europe.” Doyle’s brilliant book and script had much to say; sadly, The Sapphires lacks its own hard-edged poetic author.

The Resurrection of Tony Gitone

Jerry Ciccoritti, director and co-script w/Svet Rouskov and Jennifer DeyellStarring: Tony Nardi (Mario), Fabrizio Filipo (Nino), Paula Rivera (Vanessa Luna), Nick Mancuso (Vince), Ron Lea (Frank), Alvaro di Antonio (Albert), Ron Lea (Frank), Tony Nappo (Bruno), John Cassini (Leo), Louis di Biano (Eddie), Michael Miranda (John)The buzz

Jerry Ciccoritti, the multiple Gemini (now Canadian Screen Award) winning director of Canadian TV movies (Trudeau, John A.: Birth of a Century, Net Worth, The Life and Death of Nancy Eaton) has assembled an all-star cast of Italian Canadians to make a film shot in the iconic College Street bistro “Il Gatto Nero.” Among the actors in the film are Tony Nardi, Nick Mancuso and Fabrizio Filippo. Can he burst out of his box as an acclaimed TV director with this feature film?

 

The genres

Melodrama; Italian-American (Ok, Canadian) character study

 

The premise

Nino (Filippo) is back in Toronto, a conquering hero. He’s been in Hollywood for years and now he’s going to star in a film with Vanessa Luna (Rivera), shot in his old hometown. Mario (Nardi), his old friend, decides to throw a private birthday party for Nino at “Il Gatto Nero,”’ and invite a bunch of the old gang to celebrate.

 

But what should be a happy time turns into a tense one for nearly everyone at the bistro. One guy, who was mobbed up and now wants to take over “Il Gatto Nero,” realises that his boss doesn’t really intend to leave the business to him. Two old friends are in love with the same woman—or are they? Another old-timer may be losing his beloved restaurant, to a landlord, who is also at the party.

 

Nino may not be as happy as he seems. Is he about to be fired from his film? And what about his girlfriend Vanessa—why is she attending this “old boy’s club” party?

 

The performances

You have to get beyond the clichés but the actors are brilliant. Particularly great is  Nick Mancuso as an aging film director, who is recovering from a quadruple bypass—which doesn’t stop him from drinking and eating too much pasta. Equally top notch is Rivera in the thankless role of the Spanish movie star slumming at a bistro in Little Italy with her boy-toy, Nino.

 

Tony Nardi, Fab Filippo, Louis di Biano: this is a cast worth celebrating. They all do what they can to make this film a success.

 

The creator

Jerry Ciccoritti is one of Canada’s greatest and most puzzling talents. He’s reeled off success after success on TV but has never been able to make a hit film. Here, his talents are on view: Il Gatto Nero is beautifully evoked, the cinematography is fine and the actors, top notch.

 

But the script doesn’t work. Ciccoritti is too intelligent to believe in the clichés that are at the heart of the film. By the last 15 minutes, he begins to unravel the plot, exposing its weaknesses.

 

Perhaps Ciccoritti wants to expose the failures of machismo—and the Italian mythology. But The Resurrection of Tony Gitone doesn’t succeed in doing that, either.

 

The skinny

The Resurrection of Tony Gitone is a love letter to Toronto’s Little Italy and a vehicle that allows some fine actors to shine. It’s a film that has charm and affection at its core. It’s a pity that the plot can’t sustain this film. A lot of talent is on display here, but, sadly, this is a film that should be viewed on TV or DVD, not in cinemas.