Weekend Shorts.
"If there's one movie that ought to be studied by military and civilian leaders around the world at this treacherous historical moment, it is
The Fog of War,
Errol Morris's sober, beautifully edited documentary portrait of the former United States defense secretary, Robert S. McNamara." So begins
Stephen Holden's review in today's
New York Times (see also: our
interview with Morris).
Memories of quagmires past: Secretary of State Dean Rusk, President Lyndon B. Johnson and Secretary of Defense Robert S. McNamara.
It's hard to imagine this administration willing to take advice at all...
... much less from a movie, but then again, if the Pentagon is wise enough to sit itself down in front of
The Battle of Algiers, perhaps Condoleezza Rice, who's evidently just added Iraq to her portfolio following the manager-in-chief's reshuffling of his board, might pick up just
one of the "Eleven Lessons of Robert S. McNamara" in the doc's subtitle. Holden, segueing from the Cuban missile crisis to the war in Vietnam, has one already picked out for her: "It was dumb luck, [McNamara] says, that averted a nuclear war. The lesson that came out of that experience is arguably the most useful of the 11: 'Empathize with your enemy.'"
Probably a little too sagacious for the Martians in charge, I'm guessing.
Well. To lighter matters, and look, isn't fall grand. Festivals programmed for movie-lovers rather than industry folk are unreeling, and on the weekend, you can actually catch an actor on the screen who isn't wearing tights and a cape. On the other hand, you may still have to contend with a
Bruce Lee-inspired tracksuit.
Let's pick up where Craig left off, then:
Kill Bill, Vol. 1, known to many as
Quentin Tarantino, Vol. 4. Critics are split far and wide, which I take to be a good sign. The nay-sayers' main complaint so far seems to be that for all the sound and fury, there is no there there.
Slate's
David Edelstein, who basically agrees but seems to have enjoyed himself anyway, gives the
New Yorker's
David Denby a friendly jab for the ennui-laden last line of his review, "I felt nothing. Not despair. Not dismay. Not amusement. Nothing." Edelstein: "Like many of my friend Denby's weary plaints, this sounds better when you read it with a French accent: 'Ah felt... nossing. Not ze despair... Not ze dismay... Not z'amuse-mon.
Nossing.'"
Interestingly, the positive reviews seem to be the longest as well as the most appreciative of the cinematic archives Tarantino's been raiding. As
AO Scott points out in the
New York Times, how much you like the movie "will probably depend on the extent to which you share [QT's] obsessions, on how much of a taste you have for the synthetic fusion cuisine that the director has cooked up." The
LA Weekly's
John Powers fits the bill and has turned in, to my mind (so far, of course; haven't seen the movie yet myself), the best piece on the film yet. As I read, nodding agreeably, he won me over right here: "Even as
Kill Bill marks a clear advance in Tarantino's technical facility - other directors will be strip-mining his ideas for years to come - it's an equally clear retreat from the dawning maturity of
Jackie Brown, which he doesn't seem to realize is his best and richest film." Other reviews of interest:
J. Hoberman,
Matt Zoller Seitz and
David Thomson, trying to figure out, like most of us, how and why violence works on the screen.
So what else is showing...
Mystic River: Clint Eastwood, interviewed onstage at the National Film Theatre in London; Lynne Duke profiles Sean Penn for the Washington Post.
Elvis Mitchell is surprised to find Intolerable Cruelty "an intelligent, modern screwball comedy, a minor classic on the order of competent, fast-talking curve balls about deception and greed like Mitchell Leisen's Easy Living and Billy Wilder's Major and the Minor."
For Salon, David Ng interviews José Padilha, the Brazilian director of Bus 174: "[T]he state is actively producing violent people by mistreating street kids."
Lars von Trier's Dogville, which won't open until March, "is a lot more German than American," argues John Rockwell in the NYT: "What Mr. von Trier has really done in Dogville is to update his German influences from Wagner to the overtly unsentimental, anti-Wagnerian 1920's of Bertolt Brecht and Kurt Weill." A discomfortingly appropriate segue: John Varoli's story on Der Untergang, a film depicting the fall of Berlin and shot in St. Petersburg: "One city posing as another is not unusual in the film industry. What startled in this case was that the capital of the Third Reich was set in this city, which lost perhaps one million people during a German siege lasting almost 900 days from Sept. 8, 1941, to Jan. 27, 1944. The word 'irony' was on everyone's lips."
Festival round-up:
Jonathan Rosenbaum on what's left to screen at the Chicago International Film Festival, wrapping on the 16th: "In previous years the festival tended to cram most of its strongest films into the first week, but this year most of my favorites are playing during the second week."
For indieWIRE, Brandon Judell reports that the folks behind the New York Film Festival are quite pleased with the way things are going ("'There seems to have been a backlash against the backlash,' [director of communications Graham Leggat] says with a laugh"); and the NYT's trio of critics keeps right on filing.
The London Film Festival opens October 22 with In the Cut. In the Guardian, Libby Brooks talks to director Jane Campion and Peter Bradshaw blurbs a few of the fest's highlights.
Also in the Guardian:
"I had all kinds of wild offers at that time to be a movie star and I panicked. I was turning down things like Warren Beatty's Reds, that part of Eugene O'Neill [played by Jack Nicholson]. My agent was going crazy... Because it's like you are the hottest whore in town. Everybody wants you." John O'Mahony profiles Sam Shepard.
Michael Haneke, interviewed (and in the Independent as well).
Molly Haskell on "three great 'last chance' films": Jacques Becker's Touchez Pas au Grisbi, Vincente Minnelli's "gloriously moody" The Band Wagon, and of course, Sophia Coppola's "haunting" Lost in Translation.
Steve Rose ruminates on why "in the realm of action movies, samurai is all the rage."
The Tarantino quiz. (7 out of 10, but I was in a hurry.)
The Stranger has unveiled its first annual Genius Awards and chosen stop-motion animator Web Crowell for the film category, even while suggesting the names of four other Seattle-area filmmakers to keep an eye on.
Screeners update: indieWIRE runs the text of a fax studio specialty division heads sent to Jack Valenti, but reports that the MPAA is sticking with ban; David Poland insists that everyone stop whining, while Roger Ebert rails against the "Valenti Decree."
In Midnight Eye, Tom Mes reviews Nasu: Summer in Andulusia and interviews director Kitaro Kosaka.
"The dangers in tackling biopics are evident. There is always some relative or colleague on hand to impugn the motives of the filmmaker." Geoffrey Macnab in the Independent.
Book news, oddly enough:
First, Woody Allen might write one. Of course, he's written several, but this one might be an autobiography. Reuters's Paul Majendie seems slightly more convinced it'll happen than the NYT's David D. Kirkpatrick.
The NYT's Janet Maslin and the Guardian's David Jays review Steve Martin's The Pleasure of My Company.
Michiko Kakutani reviews Barry Levinson's first novel, Sixty-Six, "a wordier, more pretentious version of his wonderful 1982 movie, Diner."
Bollywood is "turning to smarter scripts, shorter shooting schedules and stricter budgets in an attempt to fight big losses and lure bored viewers," reports the AP's Neelesh Misra. Via indieWIRE's Focus, also currently pointing to Giovanni Fazio's ferociously furious review of Larry Clark's Ken Park in the Japan Times - still a hot topic at d/blog.
Thomas W. Hazlett looks over to Berlin, the city that "ditched analog television, cold turkey," this summer. As a resident of Germany's capital (albeit one in a building that serves up cable as part of the overall rent package, whether you want it or not, so we were hardly effected), I can confirm Hazlett's description of the switch: a lot of hands were wrung at first, but once it happened, it was surprisingly painless and, as Hazlett writes, the "benefits were immediate." Hazlett argues its time for the US to get its digital ball rolling as well. Also in Slate: Timothy Noah: "Arnold Outpolls T3."
Sandip Roy joins a slew of pundits who've suggested Arnold Schwarzenegger might learn a thing or two from Bollywood stars who've gone political. Roy points specifically to the up, down, then up again career of Amitabh Bachchan. Meanwhile, Canada worries Schwarzenegger may yank some runaway production back to his home state.
The NYT's Alessandra Stanley praises The Office, the "postreality show" from the BBC, itself the subject of a cover package in the European edition of Time.
And finally for the weekend, reviews from Screen Daily of movies it may be difficult to catch. Why? One, you might make a mental note; who knows, they may come around one way or another. Two, it's tough enough as it is to widen the angle of view out on over the cinematic landscape; we're still just scratching the surface of what all's going on out there. Denis Seguin is impressed by Aaron Woodley's directorial debut, Rhinoceros Eyes, winner of the Discovery prize in Toronto. Noemi Lvovsky stumbles with Les Sentiments, sighs Lee Marshall, but Dan Fainaru celebrates a box office smash in Korea, E J-Yong's Untold Scandal.
Posted by dwhudson at October 11, 2003 5:28 AM