I’m Still Here – 7.5

Somehow there is no tension and little emotion in the story of a former Congressman in Rio being “disappeared” by the Brazilian military dictatorship in 1975. 25- and 40-year-later codas add nothing to the drama but appear inserted to honor the true-life events the film is based on. Fernanda Torres is rightly receiving award nominations for playing the mother who has to hold everything together, but even her performance, and the movie as a whole, pales in comparison to Argentina 1985 from 2022. I did like the portrayal of Brazilian family life and the daughter who reminded us of our exchange student Camila.

Mistura – 7.5

A crowd pleaser from Peru with handsome leads and beautiful cuisine. We know where the story is going pretty much every step of the way, but that makes it no less enjoyable. Ditto for the fact that the tale is a total fantasy: who is ever rescued from poverty by starting a restaurant?

A Different Man – 6.5

It was worth spending time with Renate Reinsve, but the film itself was no more than an O.Henry short story. Curiously, Sebastian Stan was nominated for a Golden Globe for this performance, which I found inauthentic, as opposed to his Oscar-nominated role in The Apprentice, which I considered brilliant. This passed the time on a trans-Pacific flight, whereas I couldn’t stand more than ten minutes of either Fall Guy, in which Ryan Gosling is insufferable as the main character in a film despite being only a stunt man, or We Live In Time, which to the extent I could follow it seemed insipid. I did manage to watch a relatively painless movie from start to finish en route home, but for the life of me I can’t remember now what it was.

Sing Sing – 8

A feel-good story of prison inmates putting on a play, with an Oscar-worthy performance by Colman Domingo anchoring an amateur cast of real-life prisoners playing themselves. The play’s not the thing. What we get to see and feel is inmates experiencing their own humanity through performing in prison and by extension in this movie. There’s no complaint that a happy ending was tacked on–we need it.

The Room Next Door – 6.5

A meditation on dying and friendship with lots of close-ups of Tilda Swinton and Julianne Moore. They are obviously both fine actresses, but the formal, slightly stilted dialogue sounded as though it were written in a foreign language (Spanish?) then translated. I felt I was at a dramatic reading with attractive settings. Still, a must-see for Almodovar completists

Evil Does Not Exist – 7.9

A quiet look at Japanese culture on the surface, and below that at man’s relationship to nature. Elegiac in its simplicity, the film bespeaks director Hamaguchi’s mastery and confidence – as in, who needs a plot when an image says so much. A review kindly called the ending “ambiguous,” whereas I’d say “inscrutable.” Or another way of saying, the plot doesn’t matter.

The Last Showgirl – 6.5

A poignant, sympathetic look at a fading art form and its star practitioner. The direction was unusually realistic for an American film, although I found the jittery hand-held camerawork distracting. Pamela Anderson played ditzy well, but Jamie Lee Curtis’s supporting performance was to me more interesting. Sweet and sad.

Babygirl – 5

A pile of erotic nonsense.

His Three Daughters – 6

A wonderfully acted character study of three screwed-up sisters who await their father’s death just as we await a plot. Instead of a resolution, or even some character development, however unlikely, we are given a final scene that is either Magical Realism, a projection of someone’s inner thoughts or the director’s cop-out. With only one setting, one wonders if this could have been, or was, a play?

Juror #2 – 7

A parade of moral dilemmas kept us hanging and thinking until the end, and beyond, as the Clint Eastwood film held off providing any answers at all. As in almost every courtroom drama, this realism-loving ex-lawyer found many “I-don’t-think-so’s” as the action proceeded, but the essential question of how to get to “justice” came through. And the interplay among 12 very human jurors struck a chord from my own limited experience.