NEW THIS WEEK April 12, 2024 (IN THEATERS AND ON HOME VIDEO)
ARCADIAN--Paul (Nicolas Cage, remarkably subdued) and twin teenage sons Joseph (Jaeden Martel) and Thomas (Maxwell Jenkins) live a hardscrabble existence in the dystopian future. Daytime hours, mostly comprised of foraging for food, are relatively serene. But when the sun goes down, things turn horrific as ferocious monsters come out to prey on humans. After Thomas falls into a hole, Paul frantically tries rescuing him before night falls. During an ensuing skirmish with the beasties, dad is seriously injured and Thomas and Joseph must nurse him back to health while protecting their homestead from the otherworldly invaders. Director Benjamin Brewer does a neat job of establishing palpable tension, the performances are first-rate (Jenkins is the real deal) and supremely tactile FX are uber impressive considering the relatively modest budget. If the movie has a central flaw, it's the lack of backstory to explain how the world got into its dire predicament (and where the critters came from). Or maybe they're just saving the world-building for a sequel. (B.) https://youtu.be/RGLtN_2UrEw?si=EBo6pulFwoMAwUqw
CIVIL WAR--Alex ("Ex Machina," "Annihilation") Garland's wildly topical, convulsively entertaining new movie is set in an America that looks suspiciously (and frighteningly) like the deeply divisive United States of today. A corps of journalists (Stephen McKinley Henderson, Wagner Maura, "Priscilla" breakout Cailee Spaeny and Kirsten Dunst as a veteran war photographer) take a road trip to D.C. with hopes of interviewing the megalomaniacal three-term POTUS (Nick Offerman). At the same time, the "Western Forces"--militia members from Texas and California, the two states which have already seceded from the union--are on the march as well, preparing to shoot their way into the White House. It's not long before things turn apocalyptic and things become eerily reminiscent of zombie flicks like "28 Days Later" (which Garland wrote for Danny Boyle) and "World War Z." Everything here feels disconcertingly familiar to anyone who follows the evening news: no doubt some viewers will even be highly "triggered." But anchored by Dunst's mercurial, stunningly layered performance, this is a film every American needs to see before the November election. (A MINUS.) https://youtu.be/c2G18nIVpNE?si=PQRQxMnmotHBxw0y
DAMAGED--Flummoxed by a recent spate of serial murders, a Scottish police detective (Gianni Capoldi) enlists the aid of Chicago cop Dan Lawson (Samuel L. Jackson) who previously investigated a string of murders with a similar M.O. in America. With the help of Lawson's globe-hopping former partner (Vincent Cassel), the trio ultimately narrow their sights on a suspect (John Hannah, aptly spooky). But when he turns up dead--and the killings continue apace--they hit a brick wall. Director Terry McDonough's movie piles on one jaw-dropping implausibility after another, culminating in an ending that will make you want to hurl something at the screen. The performances are all perfectly decent (when is Jackson not good?), but the berserk third act needed a second, maybe even third pass. (C MINUS.) https://youtu.be/Sg8NuJL5P_8?si=XGG4rmzL9Jn37JW5
THE LONG GAME--In 1956 Del Rio, Texas, WW II vet J.B. (Jay Hernandez) recruits some Mexican-American caddies for a high school golf team. Assisting him is the war buddy (Dennis Quaid) who works as a golf pro at the same country club that denied J.B. membership because of his Hispanic heritage. Inspired by a true story, director Julio ("Blue Miracle," "The Vessel") Quintano's rousing underdog sports movie is graced with an appealing cast, gorgeous cinematography and uncanny period verisimilitude. Nobody is reinventing the wheel here, but Quintano manages to make even the hoariest cliches seem almost springtime fresh. (B.)
STING--Old-fashioned creature feature about a pet spider (the titular "Sting") who, after growing to German Shepherd proportions, terrorizes a Brooklyn apartment house during a raging blizzard. Precocious 12-year-old Charlotte (Alyn Brown), the spider's proud owner, alternates between trying to stop Sting's killing spree and cheering him on. (Yeah, she's kind of creepy that way.) The most striking aspect of director Kiah Roache-Turner's modestly effective horror flick is that it was shot entirely in Australia, and that the almost entirely native cast---Yank Jermaine Fowler as a harried exterminator is the sole exception--manages to convince us otherwise. Despite an "R" rating, it's neither particularly gruesome or all that scary. Kids Charlotte's age will probably dig it. (C PLUS.)
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THE APU TRILOGY--Viewed individually Satyajit Ray's "Pather Panchali (Song of the Little Road)" (1955), "Aparajito (The Unvanquished)" (1957), and "Apur Sansar (The World of Apu)" (1959) are all indisputably great films. But viewed cumulatively as one nearly six-hour epic, "The Apu Trilogy" is among the greatest motion picture events of all time, a human document of timeless simplicity and exquisite beauty. In "Panchali," all the wonder and cruelty of nature and life itself are brought out in Ray's neorealist-inflected depiction of young Apu's childhood in a rural Bengali village. Full of memorable images (cinematographer Subrata Mira shot all three movies in luminous black and white) and sharply drawn characters, it was soon followed by "Aparajito" and "Sansar" which follow the adolescent Apu to Benares and ultimately adulthood in Calcutta where his wife and mother die, forcing Apu to raise his toddler son alone. Ray's trilogy marked a cultural breakthrough for Indian cinema (the three films won top prizes at festivals in Cannes, Venice and London), opening up a world of auteurist cinema far removed from Bollywood camp. They also helped establish Ray as the artistic equal to world-class international filmmakers like Roberto Rossellini, Yasujiro Ozu and Robert Bresson. The sumptuously produced new Criterion Collection box set includes both digitally restored 4K UHD and Blu Ray copies of each film; 1958 audio recordings of Ray reciting his essay, "A Long Time on the Little Road," and in conversation with historian Gideon Bachmann; interviews with Ray actors Soumitra Chatterjee, Shampa Srivastava and Sharmile Tagore, camera assistant Soumendu Roy, and journalist Ujjal Chaskraborty; a video essay, "Making 'The Apu Trilogy:' Satyajit Ray's Epic Debut," by Ray biographer Andrew Robinson; "'The Apu Trilogy:' A Closer Look" featurette with director/producer Mamoun Hassan; excerpts from the 2003 documentary, "The Song of the Little Road," featuring composer Ravi Shankar; James Beveridge's 1967 documentary short featuring Ray, actors/crew members, and critic Chidanada Das Gupta; a clip of Ray receiving his honorary Oscar in 1992; supplements on the painstaking restorations with director Kogonada; essays by critics Terrence Rafferty and Girish Shambu; and a selection of Ray's storyboards for "Pather Panchali." (A PLUS.)
DUNE: PART 2--Picking up where 2021's world-building "Dune" left off, returning director Denis Villeneuve amps up the groaning board of exposition and groovy mysticism to an "11." Having fled to the desert after the slaughter of the House of Atreides by Jabba the Hut prototype Baron Harkonnen (Stellan Skarsgard), Paul (Timothee Chalamet) and his pregnant mother (Rebecca Ferguson) are given safe harbor with the Fremen tribe. Still rebelling against his mantle as "The Chosen One," Paul makes a love connection with Fremen warrior Chani (Zendaya) and learns to ride the planet's giant sandworms. (The worm's "spice" is much sought after by the ruling class because it gives them paranormal powers, the better to subjugate plebeians.) Among the new characters introduced are a crotchety Emperor (Christopher Walken), his ambassadorial daughter (Florence Pugh, very good) and sociopathtic Harkonnen heir-apparent Feyda Rautha (a virtually unrecognizable Austin Butler). The starry cast--including such heavy-hitters as Charlotte Rampling, Javier Bardem, Josh Brolin and Lea Seydoux--remains an embarrassment of thesping riches, and Aussie cinematographer Greig ("The Batman," "Rogue One") bathes the whole thing in such a glossy, iridescent sheen that the film's state of the art CGI looks relatively seamless. While my favorite "Dune" still remains David Lynch's under-loved 1984 Frank Herbert adaptation, Villeneueve deserves major props for having crafted the most fully realized fantasy tentpoles since Peter Jackson discovered Middle Earth with his "LOTR" trilogy 20+ years ago. (A MINUS.)
ERIC ROHMER'S TALES OF THE FOUR SEASONS--After concluding his "Six Moral Tales" and "Comedies and Proverbs" cycles, French New Wave master Eric Rohmer inaugurated "Tales of Four Seasons," another series of morality parables centered on words, thoughts and emotions rather than plot and action. All four films have been lovingly restored and released in an exquisite new Criterion Collection box set, marking it as 2024's first truly indispensable addition to any true cineaste's home video collection. Besides being one of the most intelligent and original thinkers in the history of cinema, Rohmer was also an extraordinarily sophisticated and accomplished filmmaker. Using uncomplicated, economical, but fluid camera techniques, he succeeded in capturing not only the evocative imagery of his locales, but also the inner lives of his characters and the psychological atmosphere that grows from their encounters. Technically, he was a minimalist who maximized the effect of the modest means he allowed himself in the process of making his films. Long-time New York Times critic Vincent Canby--who, along with the Village Voice's Andrew Sarris helped turn Rohmer into a household name among arthouse habitues in the '70s and '80s--famously described his ouevre as the "movie equivalent of prose that dispenses with adjectives and adverbs," and the quartet of masterpieces that comprise "Four Seasons" once again demonstrate his genius at creating narrative from the slightest of substances.
"A Tale of Springtime" (1992) pivots on the friendship between music student Natacha (Florence Darel) and philosophy professor Jeanne (Anne Teyssedre) that runs afoul when Natacha decides to play matchmaker for Jeanne and her dad (Hugues Quester).
1994's "A Tale of Winter" stars the enchanting Charlotte Very as Felice, the single mom of a five-year-old daughter who juggles two men (librarian Loic and hair salon mini-mogul Maxence) while still carrying a torch for the long-lost lover (Frederic van den Driessche's Charles) she thinks, hopes and prays will miraculously resurface one day. Along with 1988's "Boyfriends and Girlfriends," it ranks among Rohmer's most sublimely romantic films.
Although made in 1996, the quasi-autobiographical "A Tale of Summer" didn't open in the U.S. until 2014 (!?), four years after Rohmer's death at 89. Future star Melvil ("A Christmas Tale") Poupaud had a memorable early role as feckless student/aspiring musician Gaspard who, while on vacation at a Breton resort town, is pursued by three women (played by Amanda Langlet, Gwenaelle Simon and Aurelia Nolin), none of whom he's willing to commit to. The verbal chess game that ensues among the quartet is both richly amusing and achingly poignant.
Rohmer reunited with his "Claire's Knee" star Beatrice Romand for "A Tale of Autumn" (1999) which could have been a blueprint for one of Nora Ephron's Hollywood rom-coms about middle-aged women searching for love. Romand is widowed vineyard owner Magali who's being set up with the ex flame (a retired philosophy professor played by Didier Sandre) of her son's girlfriend (Alexia Portal). Simultaneously, Magali's BFF Isabelle (Marie Riviere) tries snaring eligible bachelor Gerald (Alain Libolt) under a pseudonym. A series of reversals and coincidences bubble up deliciously. But since this is Rohmer, even the frothiest exchanges come with an undercurrent of rueful melancholy.
Extras on Criterion's 2K Blu-Ray set include excerpts of radio interviews with the famously reclusive Rohmer conducted by critics Michel Ciment and Serge Daney; interviews conducted at Rohmer's house with long-time collaborators: cinematographer Diane Baratier, producer Francoise Etchegaray, sound engineer Pascal Ribier and editor Mary Stephen; Etchegaray and Jean-Andrew Fieschi's 2005 documentary about the making of "A Tale of Summer;" two rarely seen Rohmer shorts (1956's "The Kreutzer Sonata" and 1968's "A Farmer in Montfaucon"); and an essay about "Tales of Four Seasons" by critic Imogen Sara Smith. (A PLUS.)
THE FIRST OMEN--Despite numerous sequels and even an ill-advised 2006 reboot, the only good previous "Omen" movie was the 1976 original. Cannily building on the "Demon Children" sub-genre of horror inaugurated by "Rosemary's Baby" and "The Exorcist," Richard ("Superman," "Lethal Weapon") Donner's "The Omen" parlayed a classy cast (including Gregory Peck and Lee Remick), Jerry Goldsmith's Oscar-winning score and David Seltzer's clever screenplay into box office gold. This latest iteration, helmed by Arkasha Stevenson in her feature debut, is surprisingly...not bad. After moving to Rome to begin her life as a nun, American Margaret (the appealing Nell Tiger Free) soon realizes that something evil is afoot: namely a wide-ranging conspiracy to bring about the birth of an anti-Christ. Sundry clergy members are played by very good actors (Bill Nighy, Sonia Braga and Charles Dance), Free makes an appealing heroine and Stevenson handles the generic jump-scares with elan. Last month's similarly Catholic-themed horror flick "Immaculate" is a better--and shorter--movie, but this will suffice for "Omen" initiates.
(B MINUS.)
GHOSTBUSTERS: FROZEN EMPIRE--This appealing follow-up to 2021's "Afterlife" finds single mom Callie Spengler (the wonderful Carrie Coon) once again uprooting her kids (Finn Wolfhard and McKenna Grace), this time moving from podunk Oklahoma to Ghostbusting Central New York City. Because their Okie adventures gave them a taste for the paranormal, they team up with OG 'busters Bill Murray, Dan Aykroyd, Ernie Hudson and Annie Potts in their new hi-tech base of operations where a Macguffin-y artifact threatens to unleash a second Ice Age. Like the best "Ghosbusters" movies--the 1984 original and "Afterlife"--this is an old-fashioned "hang-out" movie, and it's a blast spending time with Coon & Co. (Director Gil Kenan and producer/co-writer Jason Reitman wisely bring back the previous film's Paul Rudd and MVP Logan Kim, too.) If all franchise sequels were this much fun, 2024 Hollywood wouldn't seem like such a barren wasteland. (B.)
GODZILLA X KONG: THE NEW EMPIRE--The fifth entry in Legendary Pictures' Monsterverse franchise has the misfortune to be opening four months after "Godzilla Minus One," the modestly-budgeted Japanese gojira flick that proved you don't need $200-million and state of the art Hollywood CGI to make a good monster movie. Director Adam ("You're Next") Wingard reprises his duties from 2021's "Godzilla vs. Kong," bringing along that film's Rebecca Ferguson (scientist Ilene Andrews), Bryan Tyree Henry (podcaster Bernie) and Kaylee Hottle (orphaned waif Jia who Ilene took under her wing) as well. If the scaly and hairy titans were all about battling for supremacy in "G. vs. K," this time they join forces to quell a threat from deep within earth's core that could spell imminent doom for humans and monsters alike. Although there's some eye-rolling exposition about the origins of "Hollow Earth" and Skull Island (yawn), it's best to ignore that and just concentrate on watching the big guys' passive-aggressive bro act. Wingard is too good a director to make this hooey feel entirely boilerplate, but "Minus One"--at a mere fraction of the cost--was a better and more entertaining 'zilla outing. (C PLUS.)
IMMACULATE--"It" girl Sydney ("Anyone But You," "Euphoria") Sweeney reunites with her "Voyeurs" director Michael Mohan for a sort of Giallo "Rosemary's Baby." Sweeney plays Sister Cecilia, a Michigan nun who somehow ends up in a rural Italian convent (My Lady of Sorrows) which is essentially a nursing home for elderly Brides of Christ. Things go from mildly creepy--a too-friendly priest (Alvaro Morte's Father Sal) and a scowling Mother Superior (Dora Romano)--to downright weird when the virginal Cecilia begins experiencing morning sickness. Church elders herald her pregnancy as a new "Immaculate Conception," and Cecilia soon finds herself a veritable prisoner in the nunnery. Andrew Lobel's screenplay is merely serviceable, but Mohan's sure-footed execution and Sweeney's incandescent performance help pick up the slack. The shocking ending is one of the most appalling, yet perversely satisfying I've seen in a horror movie since Ari Aster's "Midsommar." (B PLUS.)
KUNG FU PANDA 4--The K-F Panda 'toons have been around since 2008 and their popularity has never abated thanks to the three cable/streaming spinoffs that ran on Nickleodeon, Amazon Prime and Netflix. The fact that none of the Panda movies were really "great" hardly matters. They've become the equivalent of comfort food for at least two generations of animation fans. Once again reprising his titular vocal duties, Jack Black's cuddly chop-socky enthusiast Po is tasked with training a new Dragon Warrior to help battle shapeshifting sorceress "The Chameleon" (Viola Davis). Assisting Po is fox bandit Zhen (Awkwafina), and the two get into their share of slapsticky adventures before (no surprise) saving the day. Returning to the fold are Dustin Hoffman, Bryan Cranston, Ian McShane and James Hong, and it wouldn't be a K-F Panda iteration without them. (B MINUS.)
MONKEY MAN--Wearing a gorilla mask, "Monkey Man" Kid (Dev Patel) boxes in an underground Indian fight club while plotting an odyssey of revenge against the corrupt cop (Sikandar Kher's Rana) who murdered his mother and decimated their village when he was a child. Written and directed by Patel in a striking filmmaking debut, this ultra-violent genre flick plays like a Slumdog John Wick. (The three, elaborately choreographed action setpieces are suitably gasp-inducing: wait until you see what Kid does with his mouth and a knife!) Flashbacks to Monkey Man's traumatic childhood are juxtaposed with colorful--if not always explicable to Western audiences--references to an ancient Hindu poem, "The Ramayan," in which the deity Hanuman figures prominently. But as an origin story for what promises to become a hot new action franchise, Patel does his job with aplomb both in front of and behind the camera. (B.)
TO DIE FOR--Released at the apotheosis of the American obsession with tabloid culture--and a year after O.J. Simpson became the most famous man in the world thanks to his Bronco freeway chase and Oliver Stone's "Natural Born Killers" topped the box office charts--Gus Van Sant's gleefully amoral 1995 black comedy immediately catapulted Nicole Kidman to the top ranks of working actors. As Suzanne Stone, a TV weather girl with oversized ambitions and zero conscience, Kidman is alternately laugh-out-loud funny and utterly terrifying. Married to a nice guy (Matt Dillon's Larry) whose presence in her life has become increasingly extraneous, Suzanne somehow manages to seduce a trio of teenage stoners into killing him. Naturally her perfectly calibrated machinations ultimately self-destruct--what do you expect from high school potheads?--and Van Sant takes inordinate delight in watching his anti-heroine stew in her own malice. Joaquin Phoenix, Casey Affleck and Alison Folland play the luckless kids Suzanne ropes into her scheme and match Kidman every step of the way. (Trivia note: Phoenix and Affleck would both go on to win Best Actor Oscars for "Joker" and "Manchester by the Sea" respectively.) Co-written by Buck ("The Graduate") Henry and Joyce Manard whose novel the film was based on, "To Die For" spun the real-life Pamela Smart case in which a New Hampshire teacher coerced four students into murdering her husband into one of the defining American movies of the decade. The newly released Criterion Collection 4-K Blu-Ray lacks the usual plethora of Criterion extras (there's an audio commentary with Van Sant, cinematographer Eric Alan Edwards and editor Curtis Clayton, a handful of deleted scenes and an essay by Berlin-based critic Jessica Kiang), but the film itself is the real star. It'll make a great future double bill with Todd Haynes' "May/December." (A.)
WICKED LITTLE LETTERS--Inspired by a real-life scandal referred to as "Littlehampton's Libels," director Thea Sharrock's movie is set in a bucolic English coastal village shortly after World War 1 where a series of profanity-laced anonymous letters implicating Irish immigrant/single mom Rose (Jessie Buckley) land her in jail. The most frequent recipient of the missives--repressed spinster Edith (Oscar winner Olivia Colman) who still lives with her domineering dad and doormat mom (Timothy Spall and Gemma Jones)--doesn't seem entirely innocent, though. When "Woman Police Officer Moss" (Anjana Vasan) begins an investigation, she discovers that the facts of the case aren't quite what they seem. Sharrock (whose treacly 2016 "Me Before You" deserves to live in cinema ignominy) cut her teeth directing episodes of "Call the Midwife," and her movie might be confused with a potty-mouthed episode of that long-running BBC series. The slavishly multi-cultural casting destroys any period verisimilitude Sharrock might have been aiming for, and the underlying feminist manifesto feels both hackneyed and trite at this late date. Colman and Buckley--reunited from 2021's "The Lost Daughter" in which they played the same character at different ages--are both very good, but an innate disingenuousness at the core prevents this from working as either comedy, drama or even dramedy. (C.)
---Milan Paurich