Still: A Michael J. Fox Movie – 6.5

Cleverly put together by Davis Guggenheim, this assisted autobiography features movie clips, simulated scenes and documentary footage on an armature of director-subject interview. All credit to Michael J. Fox for exposing himself and publicizing the plight of Parkinson’s patients, and he is ever charming and captivating. I still felt something was missing, that we were just skimming the surface – of his career, of his real life, of his condition. And the many scenes of his therapy just made me wonder what help the average Parkinson’s patient, such as my friends, receive.

Air – 8

Matt Damon and Ben Affleck are having a great time, and the audience does too. It’s an inspirational story about Nike taking a chance on Michael Jordan as a rookie. There’s not much subtlety, but what’s wrong with that? We already know the ending and most of what happens along the way; our pleasure comes from how the story is told and the familiar actors who tell it: in addition to Damon and Affleck, there’s Justin Bateman, Viola Davis, Chris Messina, Chris Tucker and Matthew Maher, all wonderful. And, in a smart move, they leave Michael Jordan out of it.

The Lost King – 8

Hip Hooray for Sally Hawkins and Ye Merrie Olde England (or Scotland)! So much fun to watch an old-fashioned movie with plot, good guys and bad guys, real-life situations and nary an art-house pretension. Instructive too, as it was “based on a true story,” although director Stephen Frears took plenty of license, as did Shakespeare before him. Steve Coogan was a wonderful husband, the kids were remarkably pleasant and the mansplaining bad guys were more twits than villains.

Inside – 3

Willem Dafoe  couldn’t leave because he was locked inside a billionaire architect’s apartment after an art theft went awry, but what was my excuse? The film’s premise discouraged any hope of a happy or good ending, but surely something interesting would happen? It turned out to be nothing more than a Greek/Belgian/German art-house production that, perhaps for obscure art-house reasons, was set in New York and starred an American actor. Was it a comment on the obscenely rich? the value of Art? the need for human connection? Architecture and Design? Man’s ingenuity? the human body? Where most films leave me wondering, where and when do the characters go to the bathroom?, this movie, unfortunately, spelled it out.

Oscar Short Docs

In anticipation of tomorrow’s awards show I watched the five nominated Documentary Shorts and rate them as follows:

  1. The Martha Mitchell Effect. The only traditional historical documentary in the field, this was a refreshing recapitulation of the time the Attorney General’s wife captured the spotlight for herself, by speaking out to the press, calling Nixon on his phone, wrong-siding the Administration on Vietnam and more famously Watergate, then being muzzled by the GOP and divorced by her husband. It was great fun to revisit this bit of history, when an ethical lapse could bring a President down.
  2. The Elephant Whisperers. Gorgeous nature photography and a glimpse of a totally foreign world: an obscure, isolated elephant rehabilitation center in India with a leading man that looked, acted and sounded like an Australian aborigine.
  3. Haulout. A remarkable study of an isolated Russian marine biologist spending autumn in a hut surrounded by walrus. The only explication came with the credits and it was anticlimactic: if the loss of 600 walrus out of a pack estimated at 100,000 is the worst effect of climate change, then what are we worried about?
  4. How Do You Measure A Year? This rates only because it’s a cute idea: taking a video of your daughter answering questions on every birthday from 2 to 18. But really, this was more a home movie than an Oscar candidate.
  5. Stranger At the Gate. Maybe the first five minutes provided a context I missed, but the story of an Afghan War veteran in Muncie, Indiana, who goes from planning to bomb the local Islamic Center to adopting the Muslim faith wasn’t terribly well made and was boring.

Emily – 6

If swelling music, period bonnets and close-ups of Emma Mackey’s eyes are your thing, this movie is for you. The story, a fabricated version of Emily Bronte’s life, contains no surprises or clues as to her artistry, but it’s pleasant enough to go back in time to the English countryside. Although Emma Mackey was attractive enough, she was an unexplained six inches taller and 30 pounds heavier than her sisters, and no match for Emma Corrin in Lady Chatterly’s Lover.

Alphabetical List of 2023 Movies

Air
Afire
All Quiet on the Western Front
All the Beauty and the Bloodshed
American Fiction
Anatomy Of A Fall
Anselm
Avatar: The Way of Water
Barbie
Between Two Worlds
Black Panther: Wakanda Forever
The Boy and the Heron
Close to Vermeer
Emily
Fallen Leaves
Ferrari
Flora and Son
Here
The Holdovers
Immediate Family
The Innocent
Inside
Io Capitano
Joan Baez: I Am A Noise
Killers Of the Flower Moon
The Lost King
Maestro
May December
Monster
Napoleon
The Night of the 12th
Oppenheimer
Past Lives
The Pigeon Tunnel
Poor Things
Priscilla
The Quiet Girl
Retrograde
Saint Omer
Showing Up
Still
The Stones & Brian Jones
Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour
The Teachers’ Lounge
To Leslie
Vengeance
Women Talking
Wonka
You Hurt My Feelings
Zone of Interest

SBIFF – 7.5

Because few of these, if any, will make it to my local theater, I will quickly summarize my reactions to nine movies I saw at the Santa Barbara International Film Festival. (I accord The Quiet Girl and To Leslie their own reviews because of their respective Oscar nominations.)

Dr. Anthony Fauci – 6. A charming guy, but a disjointed documentary that shoehorned in the AIDS crisis and covered the years after the main story–Fauci’s time with Trump–was over.

Dirty Divide – 7.5. Very professional and sensitive portrait of the homeless in L.A.’s Skid Row. No fingers pointed and no solutions in sight. Heartbreaking but watchable.

The House Band – 4. Very unprofessional portrait of the homeless on Venice Beach. The story got away halfway through, and the director never found it again.

It Ain’t Over – 7. The movie’s subject, Yogi Berra, made this fun to watch. The saying, “It ain’t over till it’s over,” lost its charm, however, with its 57th repetition.

Miranda’s Victim – 2. Terrible acting, trite dialogue, confused story; not a believable character or scene. Where (or who) was the director?

Soul of the Ocean – 7. Wonderful underwater photography with annoyingly vapid narration that was neither here nor there.

Starring Jerry as Himself – 7.5. A rare comedy and a poignant tale. Made for the small screen but charming and original.

T.S. Eliot’s Four Quartets – 7. A one-man (Ralph Fiennes) recital, dramatic and powerfully paced. I understood nothing but couldn’t move.

Werner Herzog: Radical Dreamer – 5. A pleasant but incomplete look at the career of a favorite movie director. Nothing new or terribly insightful.

 

 

To Leslie – 7.5

An acting tour de force from Andrea Riseborough, who inhabits this down-and-out but deviously charming alcoholic named Leslie. Just when you think you can’t watch her another minute, the story turns and we end up with tears in our eyes. The plot, above all the ending, doesn’t withstand much scrutiny; but you want to go along, thanks to the performance by Riseborough.

The Quiet Girl – 8.5

A little gem. A quiet movie, very Irish, about a young girl and some adults. We come to know her, and love her, and I wouldn’t mind spending more time with her. If the ending is heartbreaking, even tragic, that’s Ireland for you.