The End of the Tour – 8

I haven’t read Infinite Jest – although now I want to – and I know nothing about David Foster Wallace, but Jason Segel did about as good a job of creating a real person out of a historical figure as I can remember. Jesse Eisenberg was brilliant, too, as a youngish reporter unable to separate an interview from a personal relationship. Although Wallace was the genius with demons that destroyed him, it was the reporter Lipsky’s ambitions, insecurities and other personal foibles that we identified with and loomed larger. “Although Of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself” is the name of Lipsky’s book that the film is based on, and screenwriter Donald Margulies captures that perspective subtly but perfectly. (I just wish there wasn’t so much smoking, an acting crutch that Eisenberg doesn’t need.) Always good to see Minneapolis depicted, even in winter.

Phoenix – 8.2

An intense psychological thriller, with both leads acting up a storm in a confined space, making us think and feel all at once and constantly. Reviewers cite a similarity to Hitchcock’s Vertigo, which I either don’t remember or didn’t see, but I felt an echo of Gaslight in the manipulative husband-wife relationship, or even Pygmalion, as Johnny tries to mold the girl from the gutter into a facsimile wife. How Nelly grows from an Auschwitz burn victim to regain her identity is the core of the movie, and the only thing that makes clear sense.

Director Christian Petzold has brilliantly hit on postwar Germany as a fertile setting for stories of moral grays, and he has larded Phoenix with enough ambiguities of plot to make us question not only the characters’ actions and motives, but also what exactly happens. Perhaps the characters are metaphors, but for what? Who is Lene, the first character we see, and what is her connection to Nelly? Are they would-be lovers? If she is “Mrs. Winter,” where is Mr.? Is Nelly Jewish? She claims not to be, but why? If this is so obvious, what is the meaning of the scene where Lene discovers an official document that lists Nelly as a Jew? More important, did Johnny betray her to the Nazis? The evidence is strong but circumstantial, and it comes from Lene, who has her own reasons for drawing Nelly away from him.

Some internet reviewers have complained about the implausibilities of the story – that things as major as the facial reconstruction and as minor as the pivotal Kurt Weill song – are anachronistic. To me, these are beside the point, the point being the psychological struggles of Nelly and, to a lesser extent, Johnny. What does bother me immensely, in retrospect, is the introduction, late in the movie, of a paper documenting Johnny’s divorce from Nelly. Why would Lene withhold this information until her deathbed, when she is so insistent that Nelly forget him? Why does he think – and this is crucial to the story – that he will share in her fortune if he has divorced her? Maybe he is planning to remarry her and we just haven’t been told? Is no one else among their friends aware of this divorce? Would this document have survived the war, and would Lene have been able to find it? (Again, this last cries out for the missing backstory of who she is.) Maybe this is all explained in the novel upon which the film is based, and maybe some answers would be clearer to a German audience, but I felt a bit cheated: Johnny, who was introduced as a cad, was being progressively portrayed in a more sympathetic (and brighter) light before this thunderbolt came out of the blue. It seemed the director was done with the moral grays and wanted to set up a clearer black-and-white contrast to make the final scene as dramatic, and satisfying, as it was. Not that it resolved much, which in the end was another, if accidental, beauty of the movie.

Straight Outta Compton – 8

As far as I can tell, this captured the world of Gangsta Rap so well I feel I’m now an expert. I certainly learned a lot of new songs. I don’t think there was much original in the story of the friends from the ‘hood who rose through the power of their art, fighting the Establishment and money-suckers, going different routes as fame and fortune came their way. The police didn’t come across too well, but that just brought echoes of more recent events.

One unfortunate thing that N.W.A. and the Beach Boys’ Brian Wilson had in common was a wigged Paul Giamatti as their sleazy manager. Being miscast once was laughable, similarly miscast a second time a tragedy. A real person in the role, instead of a cartoon character, would have added some needed subtlety and depth to the story. But the power of the music kept the story going, and kept me in my seat through the credits.

Inside Out – 5

To its credit, I was able to sit through the whole movie (having nowhere else to go), and it was clearly much better than all the animated trailers that preceded it (and I count Pan in that category). It was clever in concept – that is, positing five emotions as drivers of how we feel at any time, although I have no idea how the writers decided that Joy is primus inter pares. Still, the “chase” scene near the end was as ridiculous as the chase scene in every action movie. I also have no idea who the intended audience is for movies like this, but it didn’t quicken my desire to be a grandparent.

Nobody From Nowhere (Un Illustre Inconnu) – 6

A very bizarre story, slightly more engaging than annoying, in which an undistinguished real estate agent tries out the personas of his clients. Perhaps it is intended as a meditation on identity: do clothes make the man, or will a wax mask do it, or the voice? Or do you have to take on his personal relationships as well? But why does our “hero” choose a reclusive violinist as the personality he will inhabit for the rest of his life? And why do we think his imposture, which defies credibility in the first place, will hold up during five years in prison? And why does he willingly go in for a crime he didn’t commit? And how could the police possibly pin the non-crime against the wrong person on him? And how dare the director start his film at the end, go into flashback mode to tell the story, then carry the plot another half-hour after we reach what we thought was the end? And who would have bought an apartment from this “nobody” in the first place?

Number One Fan (Elle L’Adore) – 8

An attractive but slightly loony fan of singer Vincent Lacroix is asked, as a favor, to dispose of his girlfriend’s body and then, as a result, is treated as a murder suspect. Meanwhile, the police team investigating the disappearance is having their own, typically French, problems. Lives are hanging in the balance, but it’s not really that serious, as there was no murder in the first place. “Oh, what a tangled web we weave,” etc., seems to be the message of this droll detective thriller, anchored by the wonderful character remarkably performed by Sandrine Kiberlain. Clever, delightful, and like the best French movies, it couldn’t have cost much to make.

Trainwreck – 7.9

This Judd Apatow-Amy Schumer flick featured every cliche in the rom-com book, but hey, it’s a pretty good book! I laughed pretty much the whole way through every silly scene, enjoying the company of all the characters, from Bill Hader and Tilda Swinton to Brie Larson to LeBron James and Chrissie Evert. The reviews I’ve seen have been unduly negative, but 1) I’ve never seen Amy Schumer’s Comedy Central show, so wasn’t comparing the movie to anything and 2) even though the dirty jokes were told by a woman, I wasn’t looking at this as any kind of feminist statement. Nothing was “real,” except in the sense of parody, but this was a far more recognizable world than Spy.

Spy – 6

Allison Janney adds gravitas to any role, and I felt grounded whenever her deputy director of the CIA was onscreen. Not so much everyone else, but Jason Statham and Miranda Hart were perfect hoots and Rose Byrne was utterly gorgeous. Of course, it was Melissa McCarthy’s movie, which was both a strength and weakness: you couldn’t take her seriously, so there wasn’t much for the jokes to play off of. Her humor is better in a supporting role.

Love and Mercy – 7

I’m not sure this movie would be of interest or make sense to anyone who hasn’t followed Brian Wilson’s career, but that’s still a pretty big market. And even for those like me who have been fans forever, the movie left some pretty big holes – like how he came under the control of his Svengali, Dr. Eugene Landy, and what happened during all the years it took Paul Dano to become John Cusack. And speaking of Dr. Landy, why do directors keep casting Paul Giamatti in these roles, where instead of the character you just see Paul-Giamatti-in-a-bad-wig? The best bits are in the studio, where the young Wilson crafts his music, and the fake “archival” shots of 1963, the beach and “Fun Fun Fun.” Some truths are stranger than fiction, and this is one of them.

I’ll See You In My Dreams – 6.5

Such a quiet movie: for maybe ten minutes it proceeded without a background soundtrack, except for the explosions from San Andreas in the theater above us and the screeching of hearing aids from the elderly crowd around us. Ironically, the best moments in the movie came from music: Blythe Danner’s karaoke version of ‘Cry Me A River’ and  a long montage of Danner wandering after her lover’s death, accompanied by my favorite song of 2015, ‘Let’s Be Still.’ Otherwise, it was a pretty forgettable film, with lots of acting by Danner, which seemed more acting than real, perhaps because of the flimsy story and hokey characters around her.