Showing posts with label Florida. Show all posts
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Thursday, February 13, 2025

Nickel Boys




 














Director RaMell Ross




The director with Aunjanue Ellis-Taylor

Ross with Ethan Harisse and Brandon Wilson

Author Colson Whitehead











































NICKEL BOYS                     B+                                                                                               USA  (140 mi)  2024  d: RaMell Ross

Even in death the boys were trouble.                                                                                              —Colson Whitehead, The Nickel Boys, 2019, opening line from The Prologue, Read an extract from The Nickel Boys

You have to be psychically prepared to see this film, as it expresses the black experience in a completely different way than we’ve seen before, becoming more of an immersive experience, made by a filmmaker with an extensive background in still photography and museum projects, known for constructing a black archive, where his real strength lies in exploring the power of film as a medium and an art, intent on challenging and even changing our instilled perceptions.  Set during the 1960’s when America was a rapidly advancing culture that could go to the moon, it was also an era of Kennedyesque hope and promise, where possibilities seemed endless for change looming on the horizon, yet even as Martin Luther King was expressing his dream of a better world, age-old habits ran deep, as under the surface a different culture was defiantly refusing to change, twisting the knife even further, where it wasn’t just the KKK that had a murderous agenda against black people.  A sobering examination of how one young man struggles against a racist and unjust system to maintain his dignity and integrity, where the director is interested in the development of an American black consciousness in the 60’s that didn’t exist beforehand, evoking larger societal truths, however, this is a deeply individualized experience, filmed in an unorthodox style, where one might expect a range of opinions on its overall effectiveness, as this is a film everyone needs to filter through their own experiences.  In the 60’s, one question that was repeatedly asked was whether you believed in Martin Luther King’s non-violent agenda that some believed was too passive, where change was slow in coming, or the more fiery Malcolm X approach of fighting fire with fire, where blacks had a right to self-defense and to defend themselves against police brutality.  While that philosophical debate was more than just an academic discussion, it was also taking place on the streets of America, where battle lines were drawn rejecting the ways of the past, with demonstrations happening across the entire country demanding racial justice.  Outside of the passage of Civil Rights legislation, one of the strongest indicators that this was having a positive effect was that lynchings, a heinous practice of white supremacy predominately in the South that reflected a murderous hatred towards blacks, was no longer deemed acceptable, even among whites, yet what this film reveals is that there were other less public ways behind the scenes to advance that same agenda.  Changing the name to the Nickel Academy, described as a reform school, though in reality it’s a prison specializing in the exploitation of black slave labor, evoking images of slavery, like picking oranges under the oppressive Florida heat guarded by white overseers, this film exposes the gravity of untold atrocities taking place at the Arthur G. Dozier School for Boys, The Infamous Dozier School, also known as the Florida School for Boys, a reform school operated by the state of Florida in the panhandle town of Marianna from 1900 until finally shutting down in 2011.  And while there was a lot of Florida newspaper coverage, specifically Ben Montgomery from The Tampa Bay Times who covered the story for years, (They went to the Dozier School for Boys damaged. ...), there was not much national coverage, and no one has been criminally accused of killing anybody there.  Designed to be a model for juvenile justice, Dozier, according to the testimony of hundreds of survivors in a state-ordered investigation, subjected its mostly black “students” to malnutrition, beatings, sexual abuse, rape, and torture for 111 years, but it also included the murder of students by staff, buried on the grounds in unmarked graves (publicly claiming they ran away) that were only discovered and exhumed decades later, as in 2013, anthropologists at the University of South Florida uncovered human remains in 55 graves, some of them with gunshot wounds or blunt force trauma.  Five years later, 27 more graves were discovered.  So essentially this is a ghost story. 

This is a film to experience with an open mind, with no prior knowledge or assumptions, and not influenced by external opinions or expectations.  Adapted by the director and Joslyn Barnes, with a musical score by Scott Alario and Alex Somers, the film is based on the 2019 Pulitzer Prize-winning novel The Nickel Boys by Colson Whitehead, one of only four authors to win two Pulitzer prizes, the others being Booth Tarkington in 1919 and 1922, William Faulkner in 1955 and 1963, John Updike in 1982 and 1991, and Colson Whitehead in 2017 and 2020, as he was also awarded the prize for The Underground Railroad, which was made into an extraordinary made-for-TV movie by Barry Jenkins, 2021 #2 Film of the Year The Undergound Railroad- made for TV.  A story of young black men losing their freedom for no apparent reason, this is a haunting elegy to all the disappeared boys, which deftly underscores the more sinister side of the national landscape, reminiscent of the senseless tragedy of Ryan Coogler’s Fruitvale Station (2013).  Yet what distinguishes this film is that it’s told from the subjective point of view of the children, where viewers get the unexpected, as it's not really like anything else out there, told in a very unique style, something the director describes as “sentience perspective,” where this is more of a formally inventive, abstract concept film, as far away from the mainstream as it could possibly be, which can be challenging for most viewers. What’s most shocking is the pervasive use of first-person POV shots, where the camera obliquely assumes the identity of a different character, literally inhabiting their lives, offering viewers a unique opportunity to explore history as it is happening, with the ensemble cast continually staring straight at the camera, just the opposite of what we’re used to, which forces viewers into a different mindset while creating an intentional emotional disconnect, allowing us to process it more objectively.  This shooting and editing technique was also used briefly in the director’s earlier Oscar-nominated documentary film Hale County This Morning, This Evening (2018), immersing viewers in a kaleidoscopic and humanistic view of a small black community in Alabama.  While the subject matter is illuminating, mirroring the disappearance of thousands of indigenous children in schools in Canada (Canada's unmarked graves: How residential schools ...), or the 215 bodies discovered in a grassy field behind a jail in Mississippi (215 people have been buried behind a Mississippi jail ...), the director’s primary objective seems to be to have viewers bear witness, as the root cause of that killing machine is ominous, a very different understanding of American history that has really not been told, cleverly interjecting archival black-and-white photographs from the Florida Memory Program of young men who were tortured at the Dozier School, a reflection of the director’s passion for photography and collage-like filmmaking.  Approaching the subject directly in a more realistic manner may not have been as impactive.  In literature, readers can gain insight and perspective from the interior existential reality expressed by the characters themselves, which is often untranslatable in cinema, often resorting to voiceovers, as the medium instead excels in expressing the landscapes and circumstances surrounding the characters.  As an examination of the trauma of history, however, this POV technique is a highly imaginative approach, where the credit, of course, lies with the Pulitzer Prize winning author, as his novel is an exercise in subjectivity, formed by the first-person accounts of the men who survived the Dozier School, where it’s difficult to approach such bleak atrocities, bordering on William Styron’s Sophie’s Choice, which utilized extensive flashback sequences, or the supernatural element in Toni Morrison’s Beloved.   

In America, geography matters, as different parts of the country view history differently, urban/rural, black/white, where one immediate observation is how differently northerners viewed what was happening in the South during the 60’s, as lynching was not really a part of northern history, but in the South it was an everyday reality, becoming rampant post-Civil War after emancipation, a period when blacks were also targeted for arrest on frivolous charges so the penal system could use them for free labor, a practice that continued more than a century after slavery was abolished, so while the Civil Rights movement was happening with the promise of newfound freedoms, behind the scenes, under the radar, another horrifying reality exists.  In the early 2000’s, decades after this film took place, a quarter of a million children were sent to adult prisons in the United States each year, with thousands sentenced to life without parole, where black youth are still five times more likely to be incarcerated than their white peers, and in several states that still means disenfranchisement for life.  Today, two million adult blacks are living in prisons instead of their communities, while in the early 1970’s this number was 360,000.  That is extremely compelling.  Anxiously shot by Jomo Fray, who also captured the visually ravishing images of Raven Jackson’s All Dirt Roads Taste of Salt (2023), this was shot entirely on long-lenses, 50mm and 80mm, frequently resorting to shaky, handheld cameras, while also using cameras attached to bodies, with movements reflecting a roving eye, shooting on a compressed 4:3 aspect ratio, yet one thing that immediately stands out is the location of Tallahassee, Florida, as you don't think of these Jim Crow-era things happening in sunny Florida, where we might otherwise think of Arthur Penn’s Night Moves (1975), Lawrence Kasdan’s Body Heat (1981), or Barry Jenkins’ 2016 Top Ten List #1 Moonlight, as it would be hard to think of any other film set in Florida that is anything like this, so that alone makes this essential viewing.  Right from the outset, director RaMell Ross places viewers directly into the perspective of Elwood Curtis (Ethan Harisse) and his doting grandmother (Aunjanue Ellis-Taylor), a working class family seen watching the Apollo 8 voyage to the moon on TV, listening to the recorded speeches of Martin Luther King, How Long? Not Long! YouTube (1:59), later seen reading Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, taking pride in his classroom excellence, where his black teacher Mr. Hill (Jimmie Fails, from The Last Black Man in San Francisco) is a role model active in civil rights protests who recognizes his potential, encouraging Elwood to enroll in college classes while he finishes high school, recommending Griggs Technical School, a nearby tuition-free HBCU black university south of Tallahassee.  His grandmother is not so sure, fearing for his safety and the white backlash towards blacks active in the Civil Rights movement, but Elwood is persistent, eager to attend once he’s accepted, believing in the promise of the American Dream where all things seem possible.  Hitchhiking to the school, he’s picked up by a man who’s stopped by the police in a stolen car, arresting Elwood as his accomplice by association, with the judge sentencing him as a minor to the Nickel Academy, where he quickly meets and becomes friends with Jack Turner (Brandon Wilson), telling the story directly through the eyes of these young protagonists, where this is the first time we see Elwood’s face, embracing their humanity, while implementing a sustained formal experimentation that might recall László Nemes’ Son of Saul (Saul Fia) (2015) which uniquely challenges our perceptions, as it does not fetishize trauma but encapsulates what it means and how it feels, literally bathing viewers in the experience.  While the outside grounds are meticulously kept, with trees and landscaped gardens, for all practical purposes looking “normal,” the hidden secrets inside present formidable challenges not easily overcome, as the dormitories are segregated, the overly punitive authorities corrupt, while boys are routinely loaned out for labor to those who do the academy favors, and there’s a notorious “White House” for special offenders, where an industrial fan drowns out the noises of night time beatings, with a locked sweat box under the roof where temperatures soar to unbearable heights, yet even worse, boys are “taken out back,” never to be seen again.        

The movie is shot almost entirely from Elwood and Turner’s first-person perspective, stringing together a collection of their interwoven perspectives, alternating between the two boys as they endure the academy’s abusive conditions.  And yet for all the horror, the violence is remarkably understated, where screams in adjoining rooms can be heard, but not seen, where the filmmaker is able to communicate the presence of evil without expressly showing it, where this restraint adds to the impact, underlining the banal detachment with which the violence was enacted, reminiscent of Jonathan Glazer’s The Zone of Interest (2023).  The film is captivated by television coverage of astronauts hurtling through space, losing all contact with them while they travel past the dark side of the moon, creating an ominous reference to unforeseen dangers happening out of sight.  At one point in the film, a horse appears inside the halls of the school in a dreamlike flash, with alligators and lizards also popping up on screen from time to time, expressing a dreamscape and symbolic surrealism within an environment that often feels like a nightmare.  Rather than show Elwood’s arrest, the director instead shows the opening sequence from Stanley Kramer’s THE DEFIANT ONES (1958), featuring two escaped prisoners, one white (Tony Curtis) and one black (Sidney Poitier), who are shackled together and must cooperate in order to survive.  While Elwood is more wide-eyed and open, exuding an optimism reflective of the teachings of Martin Luther King, believing in a brighter future in the Kennedy era of promise, Turner is more worldly, living by his wits and instincts, learning the hard way that virtually no one really cares about what’s right or how things are supposed to be, boldly confessing at one point, “Out there and in here, it’s the same,” reminding his friend, “No one else is gonna get you out of here.”  When Elwood tries to break up a fight in a bathroom, he is punished right alongside the offenders and taken to a “beating room” in the White House.  We see white and black kids segregated in the camp, where the white kids get to enjoy things that the black kids don’t, like nicer living quarters, the ability to dress as they please, play football, or have positions of authority overseeing their black counterparts, with blacks treated far worse, viewed exactly the same as lifelong criminals, always dressed like convicts.  The authorities of Nickel are corrupt, as food paid by the state of Florida meant to feed those black kids are sold to restaurants and stores in town for extra profit, or they wager big on a black boxer to throw a rigged fight against a white opponent, and when he doesn’t, for whatever reason, he quickly disappears.  The film superbly demonstrates how racism in America has long operated as a codified and sanctioned activity intended to enrich one group at the expense of another.  Racism and white supremacy are the ideologies underpinning the economic exploitation of black people, which is only exacerbated by the legal force of Jim Crow laws.  These laws put power into the hands of ordinary white people, as a white person could have a black person arrested for incidental contact, like not giving way on the sidewalk.  The system benefited ordinary white people, from the shopkeepers who resold the food supplies meant for the reform school boys to the housewife who had her gazebo painted at no cost.  In this manner, ordinary white people were invested in sustaining a blatantly unequal system, perfectly exemplified by what took place at a school like Nickel, which was held up as a shining example of success in the eyes of the public, while underneath it was a microcosm of American racism in the 20th century.  Drawing together the past and the present, using flash-forwards that make it difficult to follow at times, all that remains is the unending trauma, with no real hope of closure in the future.    

Saturday, July 20, 2024

Drive-Away Dolls





































Ethan Coen and Tricia Cooke



The directors on the set

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DRIVE-AWAY DOLLS       B-                                                                                                    USA  (84 mi)  2024  d: Ethan Coen and Tricia Cooke

Love is a sleigh ride to hell.

Not to be confused with DOWN AND OUT WITH THE DOLLS (2001), the Portland all-girl band movie by Kurt Voss, Joel and Ethan Coen have not made a movie together since The Ballad of Buster Scruggs (2018), each going their own separate way, with the older Joel making the murky, heavily atmospheric Shakespearean drama with Denzel Washington and his wife Francis McDormand, 2022 Top Ten List #5 The Tragedy of Macbeth, while the younger Ethan, in collaboration with his openly lesbian wife Tricia Cooke (which is a story in itself, with clear autobiographical elements that she co-wrote, edited, and produced, both brothers working with their respective wives), made this screwball lesbian comedy that was largely inspired by Cooke’s queer youth in New York City’s dyke bars in the 80’s, which at that time were considered communal safe spaces for lesbian women (see Nan Goldin in the Laura Poitras film, 2023 Top Ten List #2 All the Beauty and the Bloodshed).  While there used to be two hundred lesbian bars in the U.S. during the 1980’s, those numbers have been steadily dwindling (There's 32 Lesbian Bars Left in America. Here's Where ...), so this may be a very deliberate love letter to lesbian bars, while also a satiric response to the current political wave of extreme Republican homophobia, especially in Florida.  Actually written back in the 90’s under the original title DRIVE-AWAY DYKES, which was deemed unsuitable by the studio and Motion Picture Association, concerned about negative connotations, they were unable to get financing at the time for anything that wasn’t deemed serious, so the project sat on the shelf for years.  They thought their West coast friend Allison Anders, who directed her own idiosyncratic road movies Border Radio (1987) and GAS FOOD LODGING (1992), would direct the film in 2007 with Selma Blair, Holly Hunter, Christina Applegate, and Chloë Sevigny on board, which sounds like a blast, actually, but it simply wasn’t to be, as there wasn’t a cultural acceptance of LGBTQ characters at the time.  The Covid pandemic gave them time to revisit the earlier work, where Cooke is actually a co-director, but since she’s not a member of the director’s guild, she is not credited.  Somewhat reminiscent of the zany comedy of the politically subversive spy thriller BURN AFTER READING (2008), made during a time when making fun of the bungling misadventures of the Bush government was commonplace, this retro take on the seemingly simpler times of 1999 offers a raunchy yet nostalgic glimpse of a lesbian subculture tucked away from a more conventionally mainstream America, which also happens to be the beginning of an era of stifling conservatism that still exists today, offering a wild ride of a road movie that none of us ever actually took, but who says it has to make sense, where the absurd nonsense of sex jokes and off-the-wall humor is an entertaining mess that has its moments, but is also hard to appreciate, feeling more like a discarded script by the Farrelly brothers.  Universally panned by critics, perhaps it never lives up to its ambitious stab at making lesbians likeable and easy to identify with.  And that may be the biggest flaw, as the exaggerated caricature is simply not for everyone, making it hard to like any of the characters, who are so over-the-top to the point of being ridiculous, but perhaps that’s the point.  Apparently all this really wants to do is have a few laughs, with some neo-noir crime elements, road trip comedy, raunchiness, and a bit of mystery surrounding this adventure that sounds like a wacky delight, with eclectic musical selections assembled by music supervisor Tiffany Anders, the daughter of Allison Anders, like Le Tigre - Eau D'Bedroom Dancing YouTube (2:55) or Lizzy Mercier Descloux - Fire YouTube (5:15), but it never really comes together, feeling anxiously chaotic and randomly stitched together in the editing.  Fueled by plenty of ideas, this tries to capture the sleazy energy from 60’s and 70’s B-movies, like Russ Meyer’s FASTER, PUSSYCAT! KILL! KILL! (1965), or an homage to the queen of underground sexploitation movies, Doris Wishman, where a clip from one of her films, Deadly Weapons (1974), was featured in the John Waters’ slasher film SERIAL MOM (1994), but it fails to find that excitement level, though this is reportedly the first of a planned “lesbian B-movie trilogy.”  

An LGBTQ film like you’ve never seen, even featuring explicit girl-on-girl sex, this brings queer cinema into the mainstream, where a road movie with a queer storyline may have made waves back when it was initially written, but complex queer characters and queer sex have long since arrived in the mainstream, becoming a differently envisioned ode to freedom and happiness, like THELMA AND LOUISE (1991) as a queer couple on the run with a happier ending, where the bright, visual canvas is provided by Ari Wegner, the visionary force behind the camera of Jane Campion’s 2021 #1 Film of the Year The Power of the Dog.  According to Cooke in a Moviemaker article, “Being married to Ethan and being queer, there’s always a little disconnect sometimes,” yet this film champions female empowerment.  Maybe these aren’t the characters we’ve come to expect in movies, feeling more like the shallow world that we see routinely on television, but these days the line between movies and television is not that distinct, as it’s all blurred together into one hot mess, and this film reflects that amalgamation.  Most films benefit by being shown in theaters, as the screen is bigger and the sound is incredible, but in this film, not so much.  How it really improves, though, is being in a communal audience where you can hear and appreciate the spontaneous outbursts, which opens up new possibilities we may have missed, but honestly, that’s a stretch, as this film needs all the help it can get.  There’s probably a joke that starts with, “A girl walks into a lesbian bar,” which seems to be the premise for the film, then providing any number of multiple scenarios.  While it’s amusing in an oddly flat sort of way, it just never takes off, with a few diversions down memory lane that are less than memorable.  Perhaps the most obvious example is the nearly indecipherable Southern drawl from lead actress Margaret Qualley as the high maintenance yet free-spirited Jamie, who serves as a kind of insatiable alpha-lesbian from Texas, perhaps channeling Holly Hunter in RAISING ARIZONA  (1987).  And if you haven’t seen it, check her out in this wild dance video by Spike Jonze, Kenzo World - Spike Jonze YouTube (3:55), which ostensibly served as her audition, as she’s all over the place, exhibiting astonishing range.  This is the same actress used so effectively by Claire Denis, mired in the intellectually measured, clandestine political intrigue of Stars at Noon (2022), going completely bonkers here in an unhinged example of girl power, where she’s an unrestrained illustration of sexual liberation, unable to confine herself to a single partner, even bragging about it at an open mic lesbian bar.  That proves to be her ultimate undoing, as her partner Sukie (Beanie Feldstein), a local cop with aggression issues, kicks her out for her acknowledged serial cheating, but she quickly finds a comfortable landing spot with the more practical and sexually uptight office worker Marian (Geraldine Viswanathan, an Australian actress of Indian and Swiss descent), who of all things, is planning a road trip to Tallahassee, Florida to go birding with her aunt.  It’s Marian’s level-headedness that grounds the picture, offering intelligence and humor, while the more scatterbrained Jamie can go flying all over the place (in sync apparently with the editing), becoming a lesbian Odd Couple road movie.  Rather than just drive, they decide to utilize the drive-away car service of transporting someone’s car one-way, which lessens the cost considerably, but instead of plotting the quickest and safest route, Jamie decides to take detours to a bunch of lesbian bars along the way, because who knows when they’ll ever come this way again, which pits their diverse, starkly contrasting personalities in motion, with Jamie chasing casual hook-ups, constantly urging Marian to loosen up and get laid, since it’s been years (with a Ralph Nader staffer, nonetheless), but she prefers to read Henry James’ The Europeans, insisting that is fun.  While the film is brazenly proud about being lesbian forward, sending a message of queer female empowerment, the actual storyline is unrelated to the characters’ sexual orientations, which are instead explored through dialogue and heavily circuitous side plots.  The jarringly disconcerting opening sequence in the back alleys of Philadelphia haunts the entire picture, as a devious crime was committed that just happens to plague their jaunt across the country, though the events are seemingly unrelated.  When Jamie decides to pick up her stuff at Sukie’s apartment, there are drawbacks, yet this scene epitomizes the type of ribald humor used throughout, DRIVE-AWAY DOLLS - "That Was A Gift " Official Clip - Only In ... YouTube (56 seconds).  In a lesbian drama, the male penis, apparently, has hilarious ramifications, becoming the core aspect of male patriarchy that must be subverted.    

A group of inept mobsters led by Colman Domingo, along with C.J. Wilson and Joey Slotnick (both cast in Ethan’s off-Broadway theater production of A Play Is A Poem), strongly reminiscent of Steve Buscemi and Peter Stormare in Fargo (1996), under orders from an unseen crime boss heard on the phone, are on the lookout for the drive-away car, as it contains something they view as essential.  Yet somehow, someway, there was a mix-up by the car service giving to the girls what was intended to be their car, Drive-Away Dolls Movie Clip - Don’t Call Me Curlie (2024) YouTube (42 seconds), providing them access to a suitcase with questionable contents, becoming a comedy of errors, like some kind of ode to Robert Aldrich’s Kiss Me Deadly (1955), or the on-the-run-from-the-mob zaniness of Billy Wilder’s Some Like It Hot (1959).  So while there’s a breezy, lightweight comedy of lesbian thrill seekers, erupting into something along the lines of spring break, there’s also a band of gunmen trying to track them down, but are stymied by their inexplicable route digressions.  This adds a dark side to the jaunty fun that the girls seem to be having, but the most unexpected detours are recurring flashbacks to the psychedelic era of the 60’s, complete with period artwork that’s neither funny nor insightful, with cameo appearances from two unforeseen stars.  The first is a billboard advertisement for virtuous all-American Senator Gary Channel (Matt Damon) preaching family values, eventually finding himself in an uncompromising position, a clear shot at the current homophobia in Florida, and the other is an uncredited appearance by Miley Cyrus as hippie flower child Tiffany Plastercaster, aka visual artist Cynthia Plaster Caster (the film is dedicated to her), who gained fame from making dildos of the erect penises of various rock musicians and celebrities.  She appears in TV advertisements that resembles turn-of-the-century computer animation for a one-of-a kind “groovy” experience that is enveloped in free love and flower power psychedelics, uttering “Hey handsome, you want to get plastered?” with Eddie Hazel’s high wire guitar solos swirling around in the background, Funkadelic - Maggot Brain [HQ] YouTube (10:34), which may or may not have anything to do with this film.  Once more, the male penis, in this case the Senator’s (a nod apparently to his youthful transgressions in the 60’s), plays a prominent role in this lighthearted comedy, having a little fun at someone’s expense, which becomes the central focus of the drama, secretly meeting our girls in a lesbian bar where they attempt to extort what they have that belongs to him, DRIVE-AWAY DOLLS - "Democrats" Official Clip - Now ... YouTube (49 seconds), but he only ends up finding himself in an even more compromising situation.  But two smaller scenes really stand out for their sheer originality, one is when our protagonists crash a slumber party of teenage girls and end up making out with an entire soccer team to the music of Linda Ronstadt, though there was never a thought that Linda Ronstadt’s music could be considered lesbian music, but hey, it’s all in the mind of the beholder, and they appear to evoke powerful memories, though the two songs heard, "Long Long Time" by Linda Ronstadt from DRIVE-AWAY DOLLS YouTube (4:24) and Linda Ronstadt - Blue Bayou (Official Music Video) YouTube (4:18), are not from the 1976 record album shown on a coffee table, Hasten Down the Wind.  Nonetheless this scene certainly gets Marian’s juices flowing, tempting her in ways she can’t refuse, while the other is one of Marian’s flashbacks.  As a child, she loved jumping on her trampoline, and if she jumped high enough, she could see over the fence at her neighbor next door, discovering a bare-assed Savanna Ziegler (in her first role) sunbathing and swimming in the nude, a welcome sight for repressed sexual desires, which feels like an ultra-personal childhood memory that simply reeks of authenticity, mirroring a similar scene in A Serious Man (2009).  This oddball film stands in stark contrast to the overbloated, overproduced films that seem to dominate the awards season, where fantasy, sci-fi, and superhero movies have become an American cultural affectation.  Setting out to make an “unimportant film,” the knock on this may be the incessant juvenile antics on display, where it’s uneven, at best, exhibiting a heavy underutilization of supporting characters, where many just disappear without a word, feeling more along the lines of the underwhelming Hail, Caesar! (2016) than what we have come to expect from the superlative work of the Coens.