All Quiet on the Western Front – 7.9

As movies showing the horror of war go, this is hard to beat–more realistic and thus more powerful than 1917. In fact, that is perhaps the sole purpose of the film. There are characters, but we are told nothing about them, any more than we know about the pawn or the knight on a chessboard. The wastefulness, uselessness and stupidity of World War I trench warfare hits even harder when we have read that morning of Ukrainian and Russian soldiers locked in similar combat. What a species are we! My only complaint, and it’s not insignificant, is that the 2-1/2 hour film is a half-hour too long. I kept identifying welcome and appropriate endings, only to have the camera find one more battle, one more wound to the gut to show. [Although a Netflix film, this needs to be seen on the very wide screen of a movie theater.]

All The Beauty and the Bloodshed – 7

This was three films in one, but none dug as deeply as I would have liked. Nan Goldin’s crusade to make museums expunge the Sackler name bookended the documentary, but we never saw how the museums grappled with the issue. Second was Nan Goldin’s loveless upbringing, which produced the film’s title and her sister’s suicide, told through scrapbook phots. Third, and most intriguing, was Goldin’s artistic output, but the movie didn’t address the question I’ve always had: how did her photographs of grungy people in their underwear make her an art star? You could say her upbringing led to her art, and the success of her art enabled her to accomplish her crusade, but a film that concentrated, instead, on any of those three topics could have been better.

Catherine Called Birdy – 3

A silly cartoon of a film about an unappealing, unattractive 14-year-old who comes of (romantic) age in 13th century England. I couldn’t wait for it to end, so I didn’t. Monty Python, where art thou?

Living – 7

A fairly literal relocation of Ikiru, by Akira Kurosawa, from Tokyo to London, with the estimable Bill Nighy playing the role created by the incomparable Takashi Shimura. As I watched, all I could see were the echoes of the Japanese original (somewhat like seeing David Copperfield as I read Demon Copperhead). By cutting 40 minutes from its source, the English movie loses texture and context: Mr. Williams’s tortured relationship with his son and daughter-in-law is among the losses. The biggest loss, however, is the devastating social satire: Ikiru commented on the Japan of 1952, when it was released. A 2022 film about England as it supposedly existed 70 years ago carries no bite. And I found it hard to believe that the mores of Tokyo and London in 1952 were so identical. In short, I found this an interesting experiment, but I can’t judge it on its own merits or lack thereof.

Till – 7

This was three things: a history lesson, a collection of fine roles for Black actors, and a bravura performance by Danielle Deadwyler as Emmett Till’s mother. The challenge was creating interest in a story that is already familiar–and not a pretty story, at that. For me, it explained why the case of Emmett Till, among all the anti-Black atrocities in the South, resonated so loud and long. Deadwyler deserves an Oscar nod for all her emotional nuance, even if it went on a bit long. The movie’s weak spot was its characterization of Emmett (“Bobo”) as a clueless and fairly unsympathetic Momma’s boy, not that he deserved his fate. Ultimately, good or bad, you felt you were in history class more than the movies, and left to wonder: as this is the version that will live in the public’s imagination, how true is it?

Devotion – 6

A buddy film about fighter pilots and their planes that had the bad timing to be released the same year as Top Gun: Maverick. Its only ace was the (true) story of its Black hero overcoming racial discrimination in the military during the Korean War. Curiously, however, Jesse Brown was portrayed by Jonathan Majors with a huge chip on his shoulder while the hurdles he overcame were only briefly mentioned, resulting in a less than inspiring hero, while Glen Powell, his White wingman (and movie Executive Producer), took over the Tom Cruise role. Basing the film on a true story limited its dramatic impact as much as the predictable, cliched scenes that populated the script.

Lady Chatterley’s Lover – 7

This is all Emma Corrin – and you certainly see all of Emma Corrin. She is gorgeous and affecting as a young woman consumed by her own sexuality. By contrast, the two men in her life are underdrawn, or poorly drawn; and the larger themes involving gender, class and society, that I expect are developed more fully in D.H. Lawrence’s novel, are given short shrift. The costumes, settings and characters are a reminder that Downton Abbey is just over the hill. And there is Emma Corrin.

The Fabelmans – 7.5

A portrait of the (cinema) artist as a young man, demonstrating the power of movies, even as we sat in a mostly empty theater. The story was sweet, if conventional, and well told, per usual for Stephen Spielberg. One wonders, though, how it would play if the viewer didn’t know beforehand that the story was autobiographical and that the kid, for all his troubles, would ultimately emerge as the most successful filmmaker of his generation. I could have done without the whole Judd Hirsch episode and the lazy pace that made this feel more like a memoir than a drama. But in a year of experimental dreck, an old-fashioned film from a master was welcome.

Causeway – 5

Talk about a slow movie, this one (on Netflix) practically came to a halt several times, until it finally did. Jennifer Lawrence was fine, and to her credit she didn’t affect a New Orleans accent; can’t say the same about Brian Tyree Henry, though, to the extent I could understand him. Beyond good work from some familiar supporting actors, this was mainly an acting class for J-Law’s resume, not much of a story.

EO – 5

A donkey? Really? Maybe this was a comment on life in Poland (not good) in places the donkey happened to be, although the donkey had no real role, other than looking donkey-like. Times were mostly tough – no respect – and they didn’t come to a happy end.