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Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Little Men














LITTLE MEN             A-                   
USA  Greece  (85 mi)  2016  d:  Ira Sachs                 Official site

Our parents are involved in a business matter, and it’s getting ugly, so they’re taking it out on us.   —Tony Calvelli (Michael Barbieri)

Ira Sachs has been described as a New York City filmmaker, where like many who have come before him, the city is used as a backdrop throughout the film, highlighting the scintillating streets of New York, feeding off the thriving neighborhood energy, where diversity in the population goes almost unnoticed, viewed as part of the changing landscape, yet has a major impact in his intimate dramas.  Quoting Bilge Ebiri, Sundance Review: Little Men -- Vulture:  “If Martin Scorsese was the quintessential auteur of New York in the 1970’s and 80’s — with its wise guys and street toughs — and Spike Lee that of New York in the late 80’s and 90’s — with its Balkanized enclaves and attitudes — then Ira Sachs is gradually becoming the quintessential auteur of today’s New York — the one of class inequality, and of relationships transformed by the changing city around them.”  Offering expansive ideas in a small film, the drama is concise, yet very powerful, feeling like a follow up to Fred Wiseman’s In Jackson Heights (2015), highlighting the ethnic diversity that exists within this New York City neighborhood in north-central Queens that’s being driven out by real estate prices and gentrification, yet while Wiseman’s is filled with detail and minutiae, this film provides all the heart that is missing in that film.  New York is increasingly just for the rich, with entire neighborhoods driven out of existence by rising costs.  Specializing in stories about people in crisis, this film focuses on two different families living in the same building where common interests unite them and bring them together, only to eventually be separated by class distinctions, where the exorbitant price of real estate in New York City ultimately becomes a wedge that becomes more powerful than existing bonds of friendship.  It’s a traumatizing story filled with heartache, yet offers a distinct view of how urban neighborhoods drive out the minorities through supposed economic concerns, never admitting to any prejudicial views, yet the racial component is unmistakable.  The future in each case is uniquely different depending on whose shoes you happen to be in, where white privilege and a sense of yuppie entitlement aggravates existing tensions, creating an anxious divide of class hypocrisy where there was once harmony, or at least tolerance.  The gentrification conflict is one most urban residents can recognize, as few neighborhoods are spared, where tense Brooklyn real estate dilemmas have been seen in movies before, including Hal Ashby’s THE LANDLORD (1970), Spike Lee’s Do the Right Thing (1989), and Noah Baumbach’s The Squid and the Whale (2005), but this is one of the few that cares to explore the personal impact.  Lest we forget, cities across America were formed by an influx of people migrating from different parts of the country and from around the globe all seeking work, where the postwar generation after WW II felt a special obligation to shelter those that were driven from their homelands during the war, where a welcoming spirit was synonymous with the American spirit, where the Statue of Liberty reads, in part:

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

But generational shifts have changed that sentiment, with greed playing its part, where people only care about themselves.  This film is like a time capsule into the mindset of the modern era revealing how once revered values have been excoriated and tossed aside to make way for more selfish concerns.  This is the changing face of America, where minorities are once again excluded, but this time there’s no redlining, no mention of housing discrimination, no need to establish malicious intent, as it’s all done legally, where the competitive market drives the jacked up prices, and those on the economic fringe are sent away in droves.  Whites left the inner cities in the 50’s and 60’s for safety concerns, superior schools, and the promise of a better life in the mostly white suburbs, but now, with newly attained wealth, they’re moving back into the cities building million dollar mansions that drive up the real estate prices.  While this film never provides any political backstory, it clearly shows the drastic human impact of gentrification on ordinary families.  The film was shot in the Williamsburg neighborhood in Brooklyn, though it’s never mentioned by name.  “You’re gonna like this neighborhood, it’s become a very…bohemian area.”  Meet Tony (Michael Barbieri), a charismatic and wildly precocious 13-year old as he introduces himself to Jake (Theo Tapitz), a contemplative, aspiring artist who likes to draw but keeps to himself most of the time and doesn’t make friends easily.  These two are the titular heroes of the film, snubbed and socially excluded around others, yet easygoing and likeable with each other where they instantly flourish, becoming inseparable over time, probably the best thing that ever happened to either one of them, as they’re simply on the same wavelength.  Like a shelter from the storm, protected by the innocence of childhood, the two remain immune to the various problems of the adult world, which strike at the opening with the death of Jake’s grandfather, where a memorial service is held in his behalf.  We are quickly introduced to Jake’s parents, an Upper West Side couple from Manhattan that includes Brian (Greg Kinnear), an actor on the fringe doing scantily paid non-profit works, and Kathy (Jennifer Ehle), a psychotherapist who supports the family, often called away for emergency medical situations.  In order to help make ends meet, they move to their grandfather’s home in Brooklyn, something he left for his family, where one of the first things we hear from Brian, “You know, I grew up in this house.”  While they live on the second floor, the first floor has a dress shop, a small boutique with handmade dresses made and designed by Leonor, Paulina García from Gloria (2013) , almost always seen working tirelessly at her sewing machine, a single Chilean immigrant mother who lives with her son Tony, the same age as Jake.  By some apparent oversight that seems benign at the time, Leonor was not even invited to the funeral services, yet both sets of parents seem thrilled that their children have taken an instant liking to one another, apparently filling a previously existing social void. 

The rhythm of the film is established by the brash energy of the two kids, who also carry the dramatic weight of the film, often seen careening around the sidewalks of the city, Tony on his kick scooter with Jake on rollerblades, accompanied by long musical interludes composed by Dickon Hinchliffe, known for his poetic music in Claire Denis films, where the kids discover the city around them at the same time they explore their developing relationship.  Stylistically, shot by cinematographer Óscar Durán, these are among the best scenes of the film, as they broaden the compositions to include a wider canvas of New York City in flux, often seen in painterly images, like views of the Verrazano–Narrows Bridge expressed with a liberating fluidity of movement, where it’s as if the kids are clearing their heads of any and all emotional baggage, leaving them open and more receptive for something new.   Both decide they want to attend the LaGuardia High School for the Performing Arts, the same one, Tony notes, attended by Al Pacino and Nicki Minaj, though apparently Pacino dropped out.  Tony, the true revelation in this film, wants to be an actor, while Jake draws and paints.  One of the scenes of the film is an acting exercise with Tony mimicking his screaming instructor (Mauricio Bustamante), each trying to gain the upper hand, with the kid holding his own throughout, Little Men CLIP - You Did it Again (2016) - Michael Barbieri Movie YouTube (1:49).  But reality intrudes, where flamboyance is replaced by the claustrophobic inertia of the adult world, reflected by Brian’s performance in Chekhov’s The Seagull, and a decision made to restructure their finances.  With the intervention of Brian’s sister Audrey (Talia Balsam), who has also inherited a share of the home, they have come to realize that the downstairs apartment is worth five times more than the current rent, which hasn’t been raised since the neighborhood changed.  When Brian personally delivers a new lease tripling the rent (“still below market value” according to Audrey), Leonor doesn’t even have to look at it, as she knows the message being delivered.  Relations grow tense, as a seething Leonor refuses to respond, knowing she can’t pay what they demand, so Kathy intervenes, claiming she’s an expert in conflict resolution, but it feels a lot like bullying, as the point of view is one way only, as Leonor’s position is completely ignored, blocked from reality, as it’s all about dollars and cents.  While Brian tries to be a decent guy, it’s clear he’s not at all like his father, who was the epitome of a decent guy, willing to overlook financial concerns as he felt the neighborhood benefited from the presence of Leonor’s one-of-a-kind boutique.  Their talks grow colder and more personally hurtful, where Leonor suggests she was actually closer to his father than Brian, speaking every day for years, where she tended to him when he grew sick and frail, reminding Brian that he was never there.  None of that matters, however, even after the kids give their parents the silent treatment, knowing something poisonous is in the air, but they are thunderstruck to learn Leonor is getting evicted, with Jake breaking the silence, offering a tearful, desperate final plea that is also ignored.  So much for conflict resolution, or the best interests of your kids, who end up being pawns in a grown-up battle, where class and country of origin are never mentioned, as only money matters.  The unseen emotional toll in this film is reminiscent of Baumbach’s The Squid and the Whale (2005), with divorced parents fighting to supposedly maintain the best interests of their children, but only end up inflicting further harm.  The final epilogue sequence has an air of inevitability around it, filmed inside the Brooklyn Museum, offering a tragic sense of something lost.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Out of the Furnace

















OUT OF THE FURNACE                  B-       
USA  Great Britain  (116 mi)  2013  ‘Scope  d:  Scott Cooper

Having only made two films, it’s hard not to compare, as Cooper’s first feature CRAZY HEART (2009) took the cinema world by storm, a small gem of a story about the hard life on the country music circuit told with an aching authenticity, winning a Best Actor award for Jeff Bridges, who also sings the Oscar winning Best Song.  Changing directions here, a more grim and downbeat story, Cooper has chosen a distinctly working class American mill town in Pennsylvania steel country, where jobs are scarce and sympathy is non-existent.  Everybody does what they can in this environment, receiving few accolades or rewards in life.  Reminiscent of films like TWICE IN A LIFETIME (1985) or THE DEER HUNTER (1978), which Cooper pays a distinct homage to, these films have a connection to the land upon which they’re based, where untold stories of hardship speak to settings like Braddock, Pennsylvania, not far from Pittsburgh, an area that was part of an economic boom in the 50’s and 60’s when American steel mills were at their peak.  But today the population is around 2100, where the dual economic downturns of the 80’s when the blast furnaces closed and then again in 2009 when the foreclosure disaster took the life blood out of these towns, leaving boarded-up houses, vacant lots, and enormous rusted out and decaying mill structures still standing, now seen as eyesores on the desolate urban landscape.  While there is a closing credit:  This film was shot entirely and proudly on Kodak film, it’s been strangely transformed to digital, giving it a grainy and processed look instead of something more natural, as if the humanity has been squeezed right out of the film itself.  Opening and closing to Eddie Vedder singing Pearl Jam songs, which you’d think would be a perfect blue collar fit for a modern era ghost town, but the director indicated he felt Vedder’s voice could be overpowering, taking the focus away from what’s presented onscreen, so he chose Tindersticks’ guitarist Dickon Hinchliffe to score the film.     

Almost like chapter sequences, one by one the main characters are introduced, including Woody Harrelson as Harlan DeGroat, an out of control, hillbilly shitkicker who’s always hopped up on crystal meth, Christian Bale as Russell Baze, one of the men working in the mill, and his brother Rodney (Casey Affleck), who refuses to go anywhere near the place, choosing any other way to make a living, an Army veteran serving several tour of duties in Iraq.  Russell has a happy relationship going with a local grade school teacher Lena, Zoë Soldana, while also helping to look after his elderly and seriously ill father, along with his Uncle Red, Sam Shepard.  This close family unit and deranged outsider are destined to meet at some point, but not until much later in the film.  Bale’s Russell couldn’t be more understated, a man of few words, but loyal and outwardly friendly, where he’s seen as a good man that bad things happen to, one of the victims of the economic crunch, where he’s continually bailing out his brother’s debts to the local bookie, Willem DaFoe as John Petty, who keeps an office in the back of the local saloon.  It’s after having a drink with Petty that Russell has a deadly car accident killing several people, including a small boy, sending him off to several years in prison (in the gothic confines of the West Virginia State Penitentiary in Moundsville, operating from 1867 to 1995).  Lena refuses to experience the grim prison reality, but Rodney keeps his brother appraised of life on the outside, including the eventual death of his father.  By the time he gets out, Lena has left him for the local police chief (Forest Whitaker), leaving an emptiness in his life that seemingly can’t be filled.  But he doesn’t go get drunk or do something drastic, he just feels the solitude of being alone, where he remains emotionally imprisoned even though he’s back on the outside.  This is perhaps best expressed in a deer hunting scene where he and Uncle Red head out into the forest, where he quietly comes upon a male buck, but hesitates to shoot, as he hasn’t the heart to kill anymore after killing two innocent people. 

Meanwhile, Rodney does under-the-table, bare knuckle fights (instead of Christopher Walken’s Russian roulette), which is how he pays off some of his debts to Petty, a kind of repugnant way of making a buck, often returning battered and bruised, reminiscent of the excellent Walter Hill Depression movie with Charles Bronson, HARD TIMES (1975), who makes a living the same way.  Tired of nickel and dime fights, however, Rodney demands some real action from Petty, something that will pay off his entire debt and actually get him somewhere.  Warned repeatedly about how savage these men are up in the Appalachians, described as “inbred mountain folk from Jersey,” some of whom never come down off that mountain, nonetheless Rodney forces his hand.  The parallel aerial views of the drives to the fight scene and the deer hunt are carefully choreographed, leaving no question that the hunt is on, one animal and the other human, both equally barbaric and ferocious when seen from the view of the one being hunted.  These primitive practices stand at the center of what was once a proud and thriving city, now economically stripped to the bone where savagery rules.  It’s here that Masanobu Takayanagi’s darkened, washed out cinematography becomes truly hideous, as Harlan DeGroat represents the scum of the earth, the very worst of America, where violence is a blood sport, with bodies left buried somewhere in the woods never to be seen again, with the police nowhere to be found.  When Rodney turns up missing, this pits Russell against the police chief, the guy who stole his girl, further angered at the apparent inaction of the police, where there’s a moral void at the center of the absence of responsibility.  It’s not just the ominous music of the Tindersticks that this film shares, but also the bleak, atmospheric portrait of an isolated, mountain society from Debra Granik’s 2010 Top Ten Films of the Year: #3 Winter's Bone (2010), which shows us part of the closed-off economic devastation we rarely see.  Despite the influence of Leonardo DiCaprio and Ridley Scott as high-priced producers, and superb performances from the leads, what’s missing is a more closely observed script, co-written by Cooper and Brad Ingelsby, completely lacking the focus and meticulous detail of Granik’s backwoods portrait of rural America, which utilized locals in the cast.  Instead what we get is a weary and worn out America, tired of sacrificing so much for this country, and getting so little back in return, as Eddie Vedder sings an updated version of Pearl Jam’s “Release” Pearl Jam - Release from the dvd "The kids are twenty" - YouTube (4:44) over the end credits.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Shadow Dancer










SHADOW DANCER              B+                  
Great Britain  Ireland  (100 mi)  ‘Scope  d:  James Marsh 

British director James Marsh loves suspense stories, where his taut directorial skills excel at creating an excruciatingly slow build up of tension leading to profoundly dramatic events, whether it be the breathtakingly elegant wire walker performance in MAN ON WIRE (2008) or the meticulously detailed police investigation in his episode of THE RED RIDING TRILOGY (2009).  Adapted by the author from his own 1998 novel by the same name, Tom Bradby spent three years (1993–96) as a Northern Ireland newspaper correspondent, covering the IRA ceasefire and the Northern Ireland peace process.  The opening twenty minutes of the film superbly demonstrate an economy of means, beautifully revealing the backdrop of the story with minimal dialogue, where in the early 70’s in Belfast a 12-year old sister sends her younger brother off to buy cigarettes on an errand her father requested she run for him, only to discover he’s killed as the innocent victim of crossfire shooting between soldiers and civilians.  Twenty years later, Colette, Andrea Riseborough from Brighton Rock (2010), is seen leaving a backpack carrying explosives on a stairway in a London subway station before making a daring escape.  Nonetheless, she’s arrested instantly and ushered into an interrogation room where Intelligence agent Clive Owen immediately gets her attention when he informs her that forensic evidence determined her brother was killed by an IRA bullet, before offering her a choice, get sent to prison for 20 years, separated from her young son, or return to her family as a police informer, reporting directly to him.  This introduction sequence sets the scene, a time when neither side trusted the other, there was however a thaw in relations and signs of hope from Prime Minister John Majors due to the departure of conservative hardliner Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher in 1990, the longest serving British Prime Minister of the 20th century, and no friend to the Irish, certainly not the Irish Republican Army, as in 1981 she allowed ten Irish hunger strikers to die rather than admit they were being held for political crimes, where the IRA would just as soon blow up one of her ministers than talk to her. 

It’s clear by this time in the early 90’s, however, with a ceasefire and peace agreement on the table, that the British Intelligence Agency had sufficiently weakened the strength of the IRA by successfully infiltrating every level of their operations.  With the inevitable outcome drawing near, with Sinn Fein entering into the political arena, this kind of Intelligence threatening leverage has a way of looming over one’s life, where all her family ever knew was trouble, literally shaping the mindset of her two brothers, Gerry (Aidan Gillen) and Connor (Domhnall Gleeson), both IRA trigger men, as well as her own violent past.  All living in the home of her widowed mother (Brid Brennan), did she want to add to her family’s grief?  When she eventually capitulates, they release her as if nothing happened, setting up regular meets with Owen.  After such a brilliant opening sequence, the rest never lives up to that level of intensity, quickly turning into a cat and mouse game of concealed information, betrayal, violent acts, behind the scenes power games, organizational deception, and confused allegiances.  Once the Intelligence Chief, a very Thatcher-like Gillian Anderson, thinks she has the means to take out several top level IRA leaders, Owen is mysteriously left out of the overall operations, insisting against the move because they will know the leak came from Colette, believing he was set up by his own operations.  Discovering they have a higher level informer in the IRA than Collette, Owen realizes that the sole purpose of recruiting her was never for information, but to have some “red meat” to throw the IRA investigators off track when they get too close to the real infiltrator, to keep them guessing. 

Curiously, the film evenhandedly paints a dark and murky picture on both sides, where the IRA's Kevin Mulville (David Wilmot) has the unsavory task of torturing his own people, ironically using the methods of the enemy, using waterboarding techniques when interrogating potential traitors.  A world where everyone is suspicious is a curiously strange and anxiety-ridden place, where one of the more chillingly conceived sequences is the military funeral service of an IRA member, where the British army stands nearly side by side with guns pointed straight at them the whole time.  In response, there is an IRA ritual commemorating a fallen soldier by hiding the guns and masking the potential shooters, and then having several members fire live bullets into the air as a sign of defiance and open rebellion against the British.  This is a beautifully staged stand-off that is exasperatingly offensive and couldn’t be more dramatically powerful, leading to still more plot twists down the road with devastating effects.  The moody score is by Dickon Hinchliffe of the Tindersticks, also writing the music for Debra Granik’s 2010 Top Ten Films of the Year: #3 Winter's Bone (2010).  Andrea Riseborough in particular is especially effective in an understated performance, remaining at the center of the moral quandary throughout, continually relaying her doubts and fears, always caught in the middle, certain she is suspect, uncertain of how to claw her way out of the desperate circumstances that she continually finds herself in, reminiscent of Ingrid Bergman’s role in Hitchcock’s NOTORIOUS (1946), where FBI agent Cary Grant blackmails Bergman into infiltrating a WWII Nazi spy ring.  Due to financial restraints, the film was actually shot in Dublin instead of Belfast, losing some of the historic authenticity, where this version is also surprisingly politically neutral, showing both sides to be equally merciless in their quest to root out terrorists and traitors.  Nonetheless, through restrained direction, reminiscent of the paranoid thrillers of American films of the 70’s, like Alan J. Pakula’s KLUTE (1971) and PARALLAX VIEW (1974), or Coppola’s THE CONVERSATION (1974), to name a few, the apt tension is there throughout in this gripping political thriller.