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
Avatar: The Way of Water
Barbie
Black Panther: Wakanda Forever
Close to Vermeer
Emily
The Innocent
Inside
The Lost King
The Night of the 12th
Oppenheimer
Past Lives
The Quiet Girl
Retrograde
Saint Omer
Showing Up
Still
To Leslie
Vengeance
Women Talking
You Hurt My Feelings

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.

Oscar Nominees

Having finally seen Women Talking I can now comment on the full slate of Oscar nominations for Best Picture, as well as many of the subcategories. Fortunately, my favorite English-language movie of the year, The Banshees of Inisherin, is also the leading Oscar nominee, with nods for Director, Actor, Supporting Actor and Supporting Actress as well as Picture. Maybe it wasn’t that great a movie, but the competition is unusually thin, especially if, like me, you just didn’t like Everything Everywhere All At Once.

The oddsmakers are favoring Ke Huy Quan from that film for Supporting Actor, but for me Brendan Gleeson gave the performance of the year and shouldn’t even be in the “Supporting” category. The other nominees include Brian Tyree Henry from Causeway and Barry Keoghan from Banshees. Both gave fine “performances,” but I couldn’t understand half their dialogue, which would seem a basic requirement for this award. Judd Hirsch’s dialogue in Fabelmans was perfectly clear but he was so obstreperous I cringed when he was onscreen.

Kerry Condon was a revelation in Banshees. Her role as Colin Farrell’s sister seemed minor at first, but by film’s end you realized how much she added to the otherwise male-heavy story. I thought I was discovering her and was surprised that I wasn’t alone. (I wonder if her residing in LA the last ten years instead of, as she sounded, Ireland made a difference for the Academy.)

I hope Colin Farrell repeats his Golden Globe win as Best Actor, although I am slightly less impressed after watching his almost identical performance in In Bruges ten years before.  I didn’t like Austin Butler’s rendition of Elvis, I didn’t, and probably won’t, see Brendan Fraser in The Whale, and I didn’t notice any acting by Paul Mescal in the plotless Aftersun, which is the exact quality the L.A. Times theater critic raved about recently. Bill Nighy was wonderful, as usual, in Living, which I discount because it was a pale imitation of Ikiru (although Kazuo Ishiguro cast a cloud over Takashi Shimura’s original interpretation at his SBIFF panel appearance).

The big battle is expected to be the Best Actress race between Cate Blanchett and Michelle Yeoh. The other three nominees–Michelle Williams, Ana de Armas and Andrea Riseborough–can be dismissed out of hand. We have been to tributes to both Cate and Michelle and were impressed by each of them. Unless voters feel that it’s Michelle’s turn, however, I expect the award to go to Cate, and I will approve.

I have no credentials to opine on the technical categories, but as a layman I would give awards to Avatar for Visual Effects; to Wakanda Forever for Costume Design; to All Quiet on the Western Front for Cinematography and, spreading the wealth, to Top Gun: Maverick for Editing. I remember being struck by the score of more than one movie, but I can’t remember which they were. Since All Quiet is the only film nominated for both Score and Sound, I have to think that was one of them. One award I would not give is Original Song. In general, they have nothing to do with their movie and only play over the final credits, when most of the audience is leaving or has left the theater.

International Feature is easy, for Argentina, 1985 was my favorite film of the year. I haven’t seen two of the nominees, but having seen short clips and heard from their directors I feel certain that they wouldn’t change my choice.