Azor – 5

A thriller recounting the exploits of…a Swiss private banker, who is eager, if not desperate, not to lose his accounts. The most interesting character is his predecessor, who is mentioned by everyone but does not appear in the film. Cigarette smoking is the closest things come to action. As a portrait of the Buenos Aires aristocracy in 1980, under the military takeover, this film is probably spot-on, but we wonder why we are there.

Pre-Oscar Choices

Before being influenced by Academy voters, here are my favorites for Oscars this year. An updated post will appear once the nominations are out and maybe after I’ve seen a couple more of the designated films.

Best Picture
Drive My Car
Belfast
A Hero
I’m Your Man
Hand of God
Power of the Dog
The Lost Daughter
Don’t Look Up

Best Actor
Hidetoshi Nishijima
Amir Jadidi
Benedict Cumberbatch
Will Smith
Cooper Hoffman

Best Actress
Emilia Jones
Olivia Colman
Caitriona Balfe
Lady Gaga
Penelope Cruz

Supporting Actor
Troy Kotsur
Kodi Smit-McPhee
Dae-Young Jin
Mark Rylance
Jared Leto

Supporting Actress
Jennifer Lawrence
Toko Miura
Jessie Buckley
Luisa Ranieri
Ruth Negga

Director
Todd Haynes
Jane Campion
Ryusuke Hamaguchi
Asghar Farhadi
Joel Coen

Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy – 7.5

Three short films consisting entirely of extended conversations, a Japanese My Dinner with Andre or, more exactly, Drive My Car without action. I have never seen a movie that would translate so seamlessly to the stage yet felt authentically cinematic. The actors fully inhabited their roles, although as they were Japanese it’s hard for me to judge. Apparently made before Drive My Car, although released later in Japan, Wheel reads like a warm-up to the longer film, or a feminine counterpart.

Nightmare Alley – 5

I realize that smoking was more common in 1941, but why did Guillermo del Toro put cigarettes in almost every scene of this movie? It’s unneeded as an acting crutch, and it diverts the viewer’s (or at least my) focus from the story: what must his breath smell like when he kisses her?, I wonder extraneously. My bigger peeve is that it glorifies cigarettes to young people who are tempted to take up the unhealthy, filthy habit. If Bradley Cooper does it and looks cool, why shouldn’t I do it, too? This, of course, is not the only movie featuring cigarettes. My guess is that 75% of the ones I see do, and it’s almost always unnecessary to the plot. Why, then?
As for the movie itself, one wonders why it was needed, or wanted. Del Toro is known for his personal fascination with horror chambers, and the carnival setting allows him to wallow in the grotesque, while the story is textbook noir. Cooper’s character is not really convincing, but you feel Del Toro is more enamored of his scenes and settings than his people, none of whom we actually care about. Which is a problem.

Munich: The Edge of War – 7.5

A totally engaging if fanciful account of events surrounding the Munich conference of 1938 which hews to known historical facts and lends itself to a revisionist assessment of the agreement’s merits. The armature of the Chamberlain-Hitler negotiations supports an engaging fictional intrigue involving recent Oxford grads with minor positions in England’s and Germany’s ministries. This good, old-fashioned movie storytelling was needed relief from the more idiosyncratic films that have been filling our evenings. A bonus was recognizing so many European actors we were familiar with from, inter alia, 1917, Babylon Berlin , Toni Erdmann, The Crown and, of course, Brideshead Revisited.

Flee – 6.5

The first-person story of a young refugee fleeing Afghanistan in 1984 is a sure-fire heart-tugger, but at the moment it mainly reminded me of man’s inhumanity to man and our failings as a species. The comic-novel format was curious at best, less and less satisfying as the film went on. And it did go on and on, yet leaving a gaping hole: how did our hero get from there to here, from poverty to Princeton?

Bergman Island – 7

A dreamy travelogue through Ingmar Bergman’s island, Faro, and a screenwriter’s mind. Fortunately, she is played by Vicky Krieps (how the movie’s blurb could call her an “American” beats me) and in the movie-within-a-movie by Mia Wasikowska, both of whom lay out the uncertainties and difficulties of human relationships in full view. When you try to make sense of what’s happening you realize you can’t. If you need a movie that makes sense, this isn’t for you. But if you believe a dreamy travelogue with stilted acting and a nonsensical ending can qualify as art, then this is a worthy topic of discussion.

Landscapers – 8

An acting clinic by Olivia Colman and David Thewlis. We know the ending from the start but can’t take our eyes off the road to get there. A 4-episode series, which is my favorite length.

The Tragedy of Macbeth – 7.8

Powerful and sleek, this compressed Macbeth begins in intensity and never lets up. Denzel Washington and Frances McDormand are good, not great, as the title couple (and closed captioning was an aid in following the dialogue). The black-and-white cinematography, modernist architecture and insistent score create an atmosphere of constant foreboding. Kathryn Hunter’s “Sisters” helps, too. The fault, if there be one, was in the play: we never understood why Macbeth turned on the king–a rather crucial point.

The Lost Leonardo – 7.5

The saga of “Salvador Mundi” by (perhaps) Leonardo da Vinci is the art story of the decade, and this documentary sufficiently marshaled the critical talking heads and visual evidence so that the viewer (i.e., me) felt he could make intelligent sense of what happened and, more importantly, what the painting is. Other than the slippery Yves Bouvier, who misleadingly flipped the painting for a $47 million profit, everyone–discoverer, restorer, dealer, curator, auctioneer–had reason to believe in what they were doing, and it wasn’t their fault that a Saudi prince paid a ridiculous $450 million for damaged goods. (Who was the underbidder?, one wonders.) My conclusion [spoiler alert]: the painting was originally painted by Leonardo; it was severely damaged and poorly restored (painted over), so that it escaped attention before winding its way to a New Orleans auction house; and it was innocently restored/repainted in the style of the Mona Lisa. It was sold solely on the Leonardo name–obviously a Saudi prince has no affinity for the subject or appreciation of art technique–to a buyer who was simultaneously spending the same kind of money for a yacht and a French chateau. This was just another trophy. Pictures of the work after cleaning and before retouching show none–zero–of the Leonardo sfumato that makes the painting ultimately glow like the Mona Lisa; so saying the painting is “by” Leonardo is unwarranted. But it is also unfair to call it “a piece of crap,” as the retouched painting is much better than the other copies of the composition shown in the film and affected many viewers.
Interestingly, both this film and Julia employed the same technique of mixing documentary footage with reenactments of unimportant actions: in this case, headless people carrying the painting from place to place; in Julia, anonymous figures slicing and dicing vegetables. The distinction was clear, never misleading, and the technique added visual interest.