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  • A Hidden Gem

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    Borat  (2006)

    Who knew this film existed?  Alan Arkin as Clouseau is a prospective treat beyond imagination; a concept simultaneously ridiculous and brilliant.  The DVD cover alone is enough to induce uncontrollable laughter, and the film likewise delivers.

    That's not to say that the plot is brilliant or that the writing is exceptional, but Arkin's interpretation of Clouseau is wholly his own.  Comparisons to Peter Sellers' characterization are unavoidable and there are certain similarities that are inescapable, but they are the very ones that give the overall Clouseau such charm.  What Arkin adds to the role is pure creativity: an American actor playing Franglish.

    The most interesting element of Arkin's version is his vocal inflection.  Brooklyn + Clouseau = 1968 Borat.  That's right!  Listen to Arkin speak: the way he seems to be reaching for the next English word; the verbal pauses; the slightly nasal delivery.  It's a clear precursor for Borat!

    So, when watching this film, don't go in looking for Sellers.  That' no fun.  There is plenty of joy to be found in seeing what Arkin can do with such a marvelous character.  It's an original Clouseau, and one that should be given ample respect.


  • Lower Your Shields

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    Far from the painful experience that I envisioned, Margot at the Wedding is not a film that I would recommend, but it pretty much worked for me.

    After writer/director Noah Baumbach's The Squid and the Whale got me all hyped up (Wes Anderson production!  Co-writer of The Life Aquatic!  Great cast!  Funny trailer!) and then fed me an overdose of unnecessarily uncomfortable preteen sexual moments, my shields were raised to maximum levels for his follow-up feature.  But, as I did with the strong parts of Squid, I laughed a good bit at Margot's strong start.  And then the laughs and engaging moments kept coming.

    That's not to say there is a lack of the squeamish.  An early scene during Margot's (Nicole Kidman) first night at her sister's (Jennifer Jason Leigh) house ranks right up with Frank's forays into beer and self-stimulation in Squid.  Fortunately, that's as far as Baumbach ventures this time, though it seems that Malcolm's (Jack Black) breakdown is intended to elicit the same discomfort and raw emotion.  Instead, Black, who should receive the bulk of the credit for driving the film with his winning sophomoric brand of humor, similarly makes these scenes tolerable for the very reason that he is incapable of delivering true cringe-worthy emotion.  Instead, there is Black, ever much 1/2 of Tenacious D, doing his version of sorrow, and it's just the right balance of sketch comedy and actual pain to get us through unscathed.

    However, Baumbach again leaves us with a stinker of an ending.  Disney-esque conclusion is not a necessity for his films, but there is no need for a big (proportionately) finale intended to raise emotions to a climax after a string of subdued quirky moments.  His friend Wes Anderson is able to close his pictures with perfectly suitable conclusions that indeed are conclusions, yet flow with the rest of the film and leave the characters ready for their next occurrence.  Anderson understands the importance of a parting shot and has mastered it in his own brand of storytelling.  So far, this crucial component has eluded Baumbach and it unfortunately is the reason why his films leave audiences with a slightly, if not entirely, negative feeling.

    While Larry David mines the outright humor in the socially unacceptable on "Curb Your Enthusiasm," Baumbach seeks to likewise expose the unspeakable yet ultimately relevant nuances of humanity for good and for ill.  His goal is not comedy (even though laughter is a major player) but realism, though it's the kind of realism that few of my acquaintances experience and is certainly not something that we would choose to film or watch.  Perhaps that will be Baumbach's contribution to cinema when his body of work is more fully shaped: telling the truths about society that no one wants to hear, yet which may be the roots of our problems.  With his 80-90 minute glimpses into the unlit regions of the soul, there is hope that, though presently painful and sometimes unwatchable, his films will be overall cathartic and healing.


  • This Year's Award for Subtlety

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    Songcatcher  (2000)

    A fine film, but also the not-so-proud owner of one of the top 5 weakest metaphorical names in cinema: Dr. Penleric........she's a musicologist and she writes down songs....she "pens"..."lyrics"...."Penleric."  Eureka!  Enlightenment at last!


  • Shorts 2: Don't Call Me Shorty

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    Shorts! Volume 2  (2004)

    Shorts Vol. 2

    “Dear, Sweet Emma”

    Hoodwinked-style animation showcases a twisted story of a grandmotherly figure with a disturbing secret.  An excellent way to begin such a collection.

     

    “Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness”

    Excellent mixed-media exploration of the blessings granted to U.S. citizens.  Employing a quirky well-edited documentary style, the film is an amusing and informative foray into the basics of life, sex, and (religious) beliefs.  Though spliced in a hurry, the importance of women’s right to an abortion stands out clearest and harks back to the titular basic inalienable rights of U.S. citizens.

     

    “Child’s Pay”

    This PSA about children having to pay off President Bush’s huge deficit features children performing menial adult jobs.  Recalling child labor of the early 20th century, the commercial-length film accomplishes a major message that will be relevant for years.

     

    “Milton Rogovin: The Forgotten Ones”

    This short documentary chronicles a photographer who captured the lives of common people.  A former optometrist, Rogovin began life as a documentary photographer in 1948 in Buffalo, NY, but after being called before the House Un-American Committee, he spoke out against his oppressors by showcasing the regular citizens of his town.  Most interesting are Rogovin’s regular visits each decade to recapture the same people and show their progression.  The montage of respective citizens aging is unexpectedly moving and Rogovin, now in his 90s, continues to work and inspire those striving for their own brand of justice.

     

    “The Firefly Man”

    An old man recalls a deadly brush with nature that left him scarred, but a supernatural encounter makes him wonder if the past is actually out of reach.  Full of symbolism and wonder, this fascinating mix of puppetry and animation accomplishes great things with each carefully constructed frame.

     

    “Coyote Beach”

    A demanding French beauty and her New Jersey boyfriend search for her lost dog on a beach supposedly crawling with coyotes.  As their mission progresses, tensions rise and conversations turn into personal attacks, ultimately revealing uncomfortable but necessary truths about one another.  Overly long and accomplishing little, you’ll wonder why it was made.

     

    “The Fine Art of Poisoning”

    Full of German Expressionism cinematography, the film is basically a spooky, 2-D music video/shadow play.  It’s visually stimulating, but does anything really happen?  Probably not.

     

    “Family Tree”

    Harland Williams and Talia Shire provide star power, but the well-funded film loses its direction with an unnecessary tangent.  This is family dysfunction: short film style, with all of the plusses and minuses the genre has to offer.  The character development and interactions are successful on the whole, but the finale is too odd to be believable, thereby rendering the intended heartfelt revelation lifeless.  The film is full of enough sincerity to get you through, but you’ll wish the filmmakers had tried harder.

     

    “Mouse”

    In a world where everyone has a pet that mirrors one’s personality, a man with a mouse has difficulty making friends.  After ditching his companion for a mega-pet (a composite of the other townies’ animals), the man discovers that imitation can only get you so far.  Featuring crafty animation throughout, the story is extraordinarily touching and warrants multiple views.

     

    “Here Was the Anthem”

    Thrilling from beginning to end, the story of two rich Mexican boys who head to a shady part of town to buy drugs and become immersed in a struggle for survival is a solid piece of filmmaking.  The cinematography, acting, editing...everything is exceptional.  Check it out and take notes throughout the run-time.

     

    “And the Redman went Green”

    Amusing traffic light drama of the convergence of two strangers.  So short that no credits are necessary, but the quick smiles make the film a worthwhile effort.

     

    “Space Off”

    Voyeurism and intrusive media meet science in an engaging dilemma of ethics.  The first manned mission to Mars is broadcast live on worldwide television, but when transmission goes dead for 10 days, the earthbound citizens panic.  When coverage resumes, a crass anchorwoman probes for the astronauts’ surface emotions while they make important scientific discoveries.  A battle over conflicting mission statements quickly ensues, leaving one party triumphant and the other isolated.

     

    “Good Night Valentino”

    An evening with famed silent movie star Rudolph Valentino turns into an encounter of heated discussion among two powerful men.  An intimate look at one of the first stars to leave behind a good-looking corpse, the film provides insight into the perception of celebrity, valid in the ‘30s and today.

     

    “Home Road Movies”

    A touching look at family summer holidays from days of yore in England.  The featured father of four is an expert vacationer, getting his family to and from destinations in style.  After the purchase of a state-of-the-art sports wagon, the clan realizes their travel potential, hitting up a wide variety of locales.  But when the children grow up and the car (and driver) noticeably age, some unwelcome adjustments are in order.  Intriguing animation mixes with live action to create an effect similar to a living photograph throughout this film that succeeds on many levels.

     

    “The Most Beautiful Man in the World”

    Absolutely dreadful account of a young girl and her dog who venture outside of their house (and a life that apparently only consists of television) and meet a shirtless man in the nearby reeds only to run back inside.  If you’re looking to waste 5 minutes, here is the place to start.

     

    “The Winter People”

    Low-budget yet intriguing quasi-ghost story set in Cape Cod.  Little Sarah has heard from the lifeguard about “winter people,” folks who stay in summer vacationers’ houses while they’re away in the cold months.  Sarah’s mother, going through a divorce, doesn’t have time for her daughter’s superstitions, but Sarah continues to believe and make some revelations of her own.  A nice little film with a few thrills that’s just fine as is.

     

    “The Morning Guy”

    A hilarious way to end the collection.  When a wife awakens to an unwelcome surprise from her husband, each of their lives face a sudden change....well, sort of.  The kicker is right at the beginning and worth the surprise, so check it out and wish that some of the other shorts accomplished what this one does in less than 5 minutes.


  • Stop, Speed Racer, Stop!

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    The Matrix  (1999)

    Speed Racer  (2008)

    In their first directing effort since the Matrix Trilogy, Larry and Andy Wachowski have taken a gamble by adapting the Japanese anime "Speed Racer" into a full-length summer blockbuster. Their goal was to reach a wider audience by consciously striving for a PG-rating, thereby bringing "Matrix"-like action to what is essentially a family film. After a star-heavy trailer with unique, dizzying coloration and goosebump-inducing slow-mo shots, prospects looked good for an entertaining adrenaline rush.

    But after the final product, the word that best describes "Speed Racer" is "unnecessary." If the Wachowskis are trying to be faithful to a Japanese cartoon that survives in pop culture memory largely because of its theme song, they're wasting their time. The show means nothing to audiences and the supposed authentic anime look on which the filmmakers focus the majority of their efforts siphons any hope for suspense or legitimate thrills.

    The plot is likewise lackluster. Speed Racer (Emile Hirsch) has always been focused on racing. Looking up to his deceased brother Rex, a professional driver himself, Speed takes to the craft and quickly rises to the ranks of the top racers. After rejecting an offer from a wealthy rival team, Speed and his family's lives are tainted by the efforts of the organization's power-hungry and cheating owner, Royalton. Pulling together as a family, Speed teams with unexpected allies in an attempt to expose Royalton's unjust actions the only way he can: through racing. Yikes.

    The Wachowskis should be using their talents on original concepts, not turning a preexisting idea into what is intended to be innovated filmmaking. As a result of its ultimate unoriginality, "Speed Racer" feels tired and drags in the same ways the last two "Matrix" films failed to keep consistent excitement or general interest.

    Unfortunately for a high-tech action film, no matter its target audience, "Speed Racer" lacks any jaw-dropping moments so prevalent in The Matrix, Lord of the Rings, and new Star Wars Trilogies. The Wachowskis instead use their advanced technology to craft a so-so anime world that's too candy-coated to serve a purpose. In a world where drivers either lace all of their food with Bonine or the cockpits have anti-dizziness features, the ever-spinning race cars steal any suspense from all of the action sequences. The aforementioned jolting slow-mo scenes from the trailer are identifiable, but their lack of build-up combined with an overall absence of peril make for an interminable lesson in dullness.

    As for the cast, Matthew Fox is superb as the masked and anonymous Racer X, and Roger Allam makes for an effective and utterly cartoonish villain, but the rest of the characters are fairly static. John Goodman, as Pops Racer, looks like Super Mario while Susan Sarandan and Christina Ricci fade into the background as Mom Racer and Speed's "girlfriend" Trixie, respectively. Then there is the ridiculous combo of little brother Spritle Racer (don't doubt the Racers' fertility!) and family monkey Chim Chim, neither of whom provide their intended comic relief. Their screen time is ridiculously long and should have been the first casualty in the adaptation process.

    But most unfortunate is Hirsch as Speed himself. Fox's performance is impressive primarily because his dialogue is full of the emotion that has been absent from the entire film until his first scene, a fact that wouldn't be so noticeable had Hirsch showed any feeling at all. Speed's characterization is paper-thin, and on the heels of his impressive "Into The Wild" performance, Hirsch's lackluster turn is especially disappointing.

    It's time to accept that the Wachowskis had one good idea ("The Matrix") and instead of leaving it as a tremendous stand alone film, they stretched it into a nauseating trilogy. "Speed Racer" is a fantastic concept (the stills and trailer still garner wide-eyed wonder), but its execution is ultimately a failure. What should have been a big-screen treat turns up empty thrills that won't even dazzle on DVD.



  • Crack That Whip (2008 Edition)

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    In perhaps the all-time most significant fulfilling of cinematic expectations, Steven Spielberg and George Lucas successfully bring Indiana Jones back after a near 20-year hiatus, while Harrison Ford dispels any doubts than an older Indy is an ineffective Indy.

    "Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull" is the perfect companion to the late-'50s serials that helped inspire the adventurous archaeologist. Some of the plot points may seem hokey at first, but if you can accept that the Ark of the Covenant and the Holy Grail have been past series focal points, you'll agree that there can be no better era-appropriate focus.

    Ford is thoroughly convincing in reprising his most well-known character. There is no moment when you believe that he is incapable of fulfilling the attitude and, especially, the action requirements for the film and series. Each supporting character also receives appropriate development, additional signs that the saga is receiving proper care. Cate Blanchett continues her career consistency as an effective Russian baddie; Karen Allen shows why she's the most appealing "Jones Girl"; John Hurt flexes his talented range as modern-day conquistador; Ray Winstone, as Jones' tricky WWII buddy Mack, is interesting enough, but the weakest of the core characters; and Shia LaBeouf is a welcome addition as motorcycle-riding greaser Mutt Williams, Indy's best sidekick outside of Henry Jones Sr.

    Since "The Lost World," Spielberg's films have employed a clean look, notably utilizing the advancements in cinematic technology perhaps better than anyone (outside of Lucas, the purveyor of such advancements). With the first glimpses at the reawakening of the "Indiana Jones" story, this polished appearance seems out of place compared to the previous beloved chapters' grainy, historic feel. But a step back reveals a hidden benefit to such a crisp style. The ahead-of-its-time cinematography may be somewhat inappropriate, but it helps accentuate the unintentionally-corny Cold War look that helped inspire the series' boyhood joys. The result is not quite to the no-budget simplicity of a "Plan 9 From Outer Space," but still reminiscent of a past era. Through this apparent consistency issue, the filmmakers are actually paying additional homage to their preteen loves and passing the technological savings on to us.

    So, have no worries. The kings of filmmaking fun are back with their most appealing character to restore non-stop pleasure to multiplexes. You'll laugh, gasp, squirm, and smile, all the while convinced that you're back in (at least) the '80s.


  • "Prince" Is More Accurate

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    Not Ossie Davis or Cicely Tyson's greatest work (they generally sound unconvincingly worked up), but Paul Winfield is excellent as MLK Jr.  Filling out the cast is a who's who of black supporting actors (Mr. Tibbs from the "In The Heat of the Night" TV show!  The black Ghostbuster!  The dude who played Elijah Mohammed in "Malcolm X"!).

    The story, though linear and convincing, is full of made-for-TV moments that clearly identify it as a late '70s miniseries.  The overall effect is a success, driven by moving recreations of King's best-known speeches, but the occasional historically inaccurate scene dramatizes King's efforts to mind-numbing simplicity.  MLK does deserve better and I know some guys who can deliver the goods.


  • Who-spotting

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    "Horton Hears a Who!" is the latest charming value-teaching movie with cutting-edge computer animation and a bevy of celebrity voices. 

    Based on the book by Dr. Seuss, it's the story of Horton (Jim Carrey), a kind, innocent elephant determined to protect the world of Whoville. Horton finds a friend in Whoville's mayor (Steve Carell), and as neither quirky male finds support in his respective world, they must take solo action to keep Whoville safe on each end.

    Just as important as the Seuss pedigree and lessons of unity and perspective is the talented cast. Carrey's and Carell's "aw, shucks" comedic voices translate well to animation. 

    After a pair of disastrous forays into live-action, the many winning facets of "Horton" prove that the magical Seuss world can be done justice only through animation. 

    But even with the successful inclusion of the now-expected legion of adult references, it's incapable of expanding the genre expectations of modern animated films, making it as predictable as a child's lollipop.


  • Frosty Men

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    Grizzly Man  (2005)

    "Encounters at the End of the World," Werner Herzog's first documentary since "Grizzly Man" chronicles the lives of scientists living in the far reaches of Antarctica at McMurdo Station. The desolate community, resembling a mining town, is populated with an odd assortment of top researchers and those who are dubbed "Ph.Ds washing dishes."

    Set to a soundtrack of Gregorian chants and haunting strings, Herzog's cinematographer captures the wonders of this foreign land with simple beauty that resonates to the atmosphere. Snowy landscapes of incomprehensible magnitudes extend in all directions. Under the ice, creatures reminiscent of '50s sci-fi films thrive in the frigid waters and co-exist with microscopic organisms newly-discovered on a near daily basis.

    And then there are the penguins, the cinematically-famous animals which Herzog explicitly dismisses as intended subjects of his film. Keeping exposure to a minimum, the film instead features a purely comic and tragic side of the birds. At different times, a lone penguin breaks from his group and runs off in a separate direction to face a guaranteed death. The determination of each confused little fellow is baffling itself, and even though the scientists witness the strange behavior, their rule is not to interfere with the animal's actions.

    Herzog's narration is quirky and inquisitive, the perfect balance of an informed yet curious stranger on the ice continent. As he meets the cast of characters comprising the unique ensemble, Herzog confronts people so dedicated to their work that little exists but their studies. Casual conversation quickly falls into silence and the filmmaker's struggle to continue the dialogue makes for quality uncomfortable humor.

    Ideal for an IMAX theatre, "Encounters at the End of the World" is slow to build but absolutely sings with each captivating look at this bizarrely wonderful look at nature.


  • Beads and Moon Pies

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    Having spoken with Margaret Brown for the Daily Tar Heel preview piece on documentaries and the Full Frame Documentary Film Festival, the screening of "The Order of Myths" easily became the most anticipated film of the festival. After learning of the film from Filmspotting's Sundance coverage, I relayed the information to Dr. W. Barnes Tatum, a native of Mobile, Ala., the film's setting. He quickly found out that Brown is the niece of a childhood friend of his, and the connection for the valuable interview was established.

    Barnes and his wife Linda joined me in the theatre for the Full Frame screening, serving as a direct Mobile resource should questions arise.

    Mobile, Ala. is home to the nation's oldest Mardi Gras festival. During the two weeks of pageants and parades, the locals abide by a tradition of racially segregated celebrations, simultaneously exposing behavior that is both taboo and honored.

    Director Margaret Brown's expert use of irony and social commentary in "The Order of Myths" is as captivating as the elaborate and pricey galas of the 2007 occurrence. The uncomfortably real moments are most evident through a running theme of whites making reference to future hopes for equality, then handing off a discarded piece of china to a black server working an all-white event. The tension peaks when members of the black Mardi Gras queen's family comment that their ancestors were brought to Mobile on the slave ship Clotilda by ancestors of the white queen's family. The just-so manner in which the black family references its past is consistent throughout the film, keeping tensions to a minimum but acknowledging them nonetheless.

    The sense of ambivalence is also prevalent on the white side. Comments are made concerning hopes for integrated celebrations, but the same people later express a desire for maintaining the rich traditions that are enjoyed by each group. Folks acknowledge the touchiness of the situation and how the Mobile celebrations are different by exhibiting such throwback values, but few are in a hurry to make a change.

    An additional layer of intrigue is found in the film's first interviewee, a friendly-looking and eerily familiar older Southern gentleman. His second appearance identified him as Dwain Luce and it clicked that he was featured in Ken Burns' "The War." Curious if Luce's celebrity status had influenced Brown's editing decision to place him at the film's opening, those wonderings were shattered in Luce's final clip when an additional identifier appeared below his name: "My Grandfather." At that moment, a world of connections were established, tying the film and Mobile and Brown to Barnes and Burns and me! It was a stunning epiphany that made me feel, through my dual-film appreciation of Luce and rapport with Brown, like Dwain Luce's unknown friend.

    Barnes called the film "flawless as film and social commentary" and "the perfect autopsy of Mobile."


  • Float Like A Philly Cheesesteak Butterfly

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    The Fight  (1971)

    An endurance test of an endurance test. Greaves' film on Muhammad Ali's first fight since having his title stripped for Vietnam draft-dodging is important in that it preserves this important moment in history, sport and overall, but is a struggle to survive. 

    The first hour of "The Fight" is Ali at his normal braggadocio high, daring anyone to root against him. Joe Frazier, his opponent, and possible face relative of 7'7" UNCA center Kenny George, is his antithesis: a working man's boxer not far removed from the meat packing factory in which he worked before earning the heavyweight crown. Following these athletic giants and getting the unique perspective of the event's promotors is thoroughly engaging, as is the "Superfly"/"Shaft"-esque soul score.

    But when the fight at Madison Square Garden begins, the joy is reserved primarily for boxing fans. Receiving a ringside seat for this monumental event (alongside the likes of Woody Allen and Frank Sinatra) is a treat, but the full 15 rounds is a bit much. For this casually ardent Ali admirer, it took great effort to pass the test, though the bout was not without joy. Ali's audience-pleasing banter and head-shakes at Frazier's attempts consistently earn chuckles, but do not compare to the belly-laughs of the first half.

    Still, could the film exist without the full fight? I don't know.


  • Mr. Wordsmith

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    Exodus  (1960)

    Papillon  (1973)

    Spartacus  (1960)

    Trumbo  (2007)

    "Trumbo" is the story of charismatic blacklisted screenwriter Dalton Trumbo and his turbulent rise from the career and life-tarnishing government brand. Based on son Christopher's play, Peter Askin's film weaves rollicking archival interviews with readings of Dalton's equally bizarre but beautiful letters (his preferred form of distance communication) read by current Hollywood royalty, including Paul Giamatti, Nathan Lane and Liam Neeson.

    The actors turn the recreations into full-blown celebrations of Dalton's fantastic use of language, notably epitomized in a sarcasm-tinged note to an electric company representative and an improbably long ode to masturbation, addressed to a teenaged Christopher. And though these words are Dalton's, they are still outdone by the man himself, always in peak form, twisting words to the pleasure of all.

    When the content shifts to the wide-reaching effects of his blacklisting, the opposite of Dalton's widespread joy is revealed in the attitudes of outsiders, gullible to the false judgments of communist ties. Though these blockades succeeded in handicapping the Trumbos' lives, it failed to keep Dalton from writing. Using an array of pseudonyms, Dalton completed numerous screenplays in order to provide for his family, earning an unattainable Oscar for "Roman Holiday" along the way.

    As studio tensions eased, Dalton was permitted by Otto Preminger ("Exodus") and Stanley Kurbrick ("Spartacus") to display his name in the respective films' credits. In his return to uninhibited fame, Dalton used the opportunity to express the trials of his experiences and the resulting politics. The concept of men unwilling to turn informants is a key theme of "Papillon" and especially "Spartacus," in which the seminal line, "I am Spartacus," stands not only as Dalton's most famous line, but as a testament to his resiliency and honor.

    Askin's film is remarkably entertaining in bringing an equally fascinating man's tale to life. The talented wit employed by Dalton Trumbo throughout his career receives a fitting tribute as his timeless words are allowed to endure.


  • I Could Have (Modern) Danced All Night

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    Albert Maysles' and Kristen Nutile's "Sally Gross: The Pleasure of Stillness" is a carefully paced film of a lifelong dancer who purposefully worked against the Martha Graham school of modern dance. Her unconventional performances are presented as is, without any distractions of editing or other overproduction. The filmmakers' decision to work at such a pace is an intentional antithesis to the hyper-quick cuts of commercials, in which Maysles daily sees a missed opportunity to learn about humanity. 

    While this approach requires patience to become acquainted with Gross and her world, it also mirrors the relaxed rhythm of the dancer's life. While contemporaries are unable to continue their respective crafts, she continues her 50 year career by choreographing and performing new pieces every year, much of it in the same silence that the filmmakers give to this project.

    Though they had not seen any of the archival footage until post-production, Maysles and Nutile fit each classic dance alongside present-day studio rehearsals with ease. The peaceful filmmaking completes another successful chapter in Maysles' career and stands as a throwback meditation from one of the genre's greats.


  • The Puppeteer

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    The first film from Aurélien Foucault and Cédric Quennesson, "Of Shadows and Menis a fascinating look at the dying art of Chinese shadow plays. 

    364 days of the year, elder citizens gather at small theatre cafes to watch a performer who, to them, is unquestionably the best in the world at this ancient brand of puppetry. His command of the intricately-designed characters and animals, the unspoken communication between he and the supporting musician, and the simple beauty of his act are each equally mesmerizing.

    "Of Shadows and Men" is especially important for its preservation of an art that even the performers acknowledge is fading away. Here, the documentary has recorded a component of life that needs to be captured, perhaps the most noble deed a film of its kind can accomplish.


  • Freedom Train

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    DeNADIE  (2005)

    Part of the 2008 Full Frame Film Festival's curated series on migration, Tim Dirdama's "DeNADIE (No One)" follows the hardships of Central American immigrants making their way to the U.S. and the snags faced on the long trek through Mexico. Hardships come in the form of El Salvadorian gangs bent on killing the travelers and the brutal police who some consider to be the most savage entity of all.

    The film centers on Maria, a mother of 4 from Honduras, whose tolerance for poverty reaches a breaking point. Unannounced, Maria leaves her family in search of better-paying work and the eventual goal of bringing her family a more comfortable life. Along the way, she befriends fellow travelers, who despite having their own agendas are glad to band together for the time being.

    Maria and her fellow immigrants are beaten, raped and sometimes murdered by opposing organizations. Those moving by train often lose limbs and survivors encourage other hopeful citizens to abandon all plans to move.

    But in the face of such despair, a group of women in a small Mexican town provide hope to travelers. Whenever they hear a whistle from a train going by their village, they rush out to the tracks and toss food and supplies to the immigrants. However, they are but a single bright spot in the widespread evil that faces these mobile citizens.

    A decidedly powerful and immobilizing film, "DeNADIE" is a tough way to be reminded that we as U.S. citizens are blessed. The message is established early and often, and though the stories of pain border on repetitive, the variety of perspectives keep a tough topic fresh and provide a touch of unity.


  • Colorblind*

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    Signed to HBO Films and to be screened on the premium channel on Aug. 25, "The Black List" is a series of talks with 21 of the most well-known contemporary African-Americans. Consisting of nothing but interviews, the occasional archival photo, a steady muted string soundtrack and inter-segment fade-outs to pastels, Timothy Greenfield-Sanders' project features a consistent barrage of wit and wisdom from these famous names, as interviewed by an unseen, but clearly inspirational, Elvis Mitchell.

    Beginning with former Guns N' Roses guitarist Slash (who knew he was black?) commenting that he appears as an entry in a book on influential Jews, the filmmakers talk with famous athletes, politicians, writers, dancers and lawyers about how they view the state of the black celebrity by weaving in touching personal anecdotes. Greenfield-Sanders noted the timeliness of screening the film on the 40th anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'s death and in the midst of Barack Obama's presidential campaign. The predominantly white audience couldn't agree more, sighing and clapping on each invisible cue when so moved by the apparent (thanks to the power of editing) soliloquies.

    Keenen Ivory Wayans and Chris Rock expectedly provide the most entertaining segments, but Colin Powell and Al Sharpton were the true stars. Powell delivers his trademarked reassurance and knowledge, urging citizens to wake up from the present "2nd Civil War," but Sharpton proves, as he did in "When The Levees Broke," that he is the go-to guy for enlightening analysis on racial equality in documentary films. His labeling of the current youth "hip-hop culture" as lacking the roots of previous generations and, as a result, behaving in a manner that validates every negative stereotype that whites have of blacks, is entirely accurate. It is this brand of foresight delivered through intelligent language that has the potential to motivate all races towards greater tolerance and is on par with the frequently-labeled "radical" behavior of fellow black leaders such as Spike Lee. After "The Black List," it will hopefully become more evident that "radical" is a harsh substitute for "wisdom and courage."

    Greenfield-Sanders noted in the following Q&A at the Full Frame Documentary Film Festival on April 4, 2008, that race "is always at the surface" and that the producers are working with Scholastic to get the film and its message into the classrooms. The eventual goal is to have kids upload their own stories on a website in order for them to hopefully realize that we aren't that different as humans through our stories. The film's intent is honorable and overall it is cinematically successful on all fronts. I wish it the best in its endeavors and hope that the intended multiple future chapters will be realized.


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    Jon Reiss' frenetic coverage of graffiti artists around the world is an engaging look at an oft-jilted art. Slicing archival footage with skylines and street art, "Bomb It" starts with the first man in tagging, Philadelphia's Corn Bread, and quickly goes on a worldwide tour of graffiti artists. 

    Hitting up London, Cape Town, Tokyo, Sao Paulo, Paris and Berlin along the way, Reiss captures the lives of "bombers" and the public's opinions of their works. Credit the deft editing to Alex Marquez, a veteran of Oliver Stone's "Alexander," and the subsequent pace at which the engaging story unfolds.

    Many of the biggest names in tagging, including Paris' Blek Le Rat, reveal the ways of the profession, but active artists choose to cloak themselves in shadow or behind bandanas. The notion of anonymity in a field where writing one's name is an essential element of gaining respect intrigued me nearly as much as the finest spray-paint work itself. Most of the artists did not have tattoos, especially not ones with their names, and after talking with Reiss, he and I came to the conclusion that if the artist was to be caught by the police, the name would immediately give them away.

    Much more globetrotting footage was shot while making this film, opening the door for multiple anticipated follow-up chapters.


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