Django Unchained – 8.4

Pitch perfect. The ultimate Tarantino. Gratuitous violence has never been so fun. A miscast Leonardo DiCaprio – although not as bad as Brad Pitt in Inglorious Basterds  – was my only quibble, but all the other actors were so great it hardly mattered. Samuel L. Jackson was Oscar-worthy, but Christoph Walz was on a higher plane still; just seeing his character’s picture in a newspaper makes me smile.  Part of the movie’s brilliance was that while the subject of slavery was never absent from the picture, it was never its overt subject. Instead, the plot revolved around bounty-hunting! Dr. King Schultz expressed his disdain for the practice but then accepted it as a given; so we in the audience had our emotions entangled without being beaten over the head. All the scenes caused visual echoes of deeply embedded images from childhood Westerns, and then there was the incongruous music, from spaghetti western to hip-hop to Jim Croce, making you feel, but keeping you just enough detached or off-balance. What’s coming next? Who knows, but it’s sure to be violent and fun.

Flight – 6.5

Denzel Washington walked an impressive tightrope: keeping us rooting for his character while continually disappointing us with his conduct. His co-star was very appealing, and John Goodman was a pleasure, as always. In the end, though, this was strictly a one-trick pony, and that trick wasn’t all that engaging.

Anna Karenina – 7

The novel staged as a series of tableaux. At first I found it corny, like a Broadway musical sans music; but by the time I figured out, more or less, who was who, I had fallen into Joe Wright’s rhythm and had no more complaint. Keira Knightley was quite good, and lovely as usual, but if I hadn’t known from the start that her suicide was coming I don’t know how it would have struck me. The artificial staging created an emotional distance; I watched Anna throw herself under the train (but how did she do it?) as another act in the play, without feeling anything. The attraction between Anna and Vronsky was palpable and credible, but not as mesmerizing as that in Silver Linings Playbook

Silver Linings Playbook – 7.5

Jennifer Lawrence sizzled. Bradley Cooper burned. This film was at its most eloquent when neither spoke but looked into the other’s eyes.  The plot points were goofily absurd, but that was just background for the onscreen chemistry between the two stars, who made you feel their longing – and their craziness.  I felt a little cheated at times – e.g., all the clues pointed to Pat’s continuing Nikki delusion even though, we found out later, he had proclaimed his love for Tiffany a week earlier – but the result was still a slightly euphoric feeling when the lovers finally kissed.

Lincoln – 7

More interesting as history lesson than movie (assuming, of course, that the history was reliable).

Daniel Day-Lewis and Tommy Lee Jones were terrific, but they were the only ones with good lines and interesting personalities. The others were drawn from the Hollywood stockyard, and the scenes they played were devoid of subtlety. I felt I was back in the world of War Horse, rather than a world of real people. (Mark Twain, we know, would say it wasn’t a world of real people, it was Congress.) The story itself had two problems in my eyes. One, was it a movie about the 13th Amendment, or was it a movie about Lincoln? The two never meshed, particularly in the person of Joseph Gordon-Levitt, whose every appearance as Lincoln’s older son seemed an intrusion. Second, we were primed to root for the passage of the amendment, but it was hard to get emotionally involved when the only issue seemed to be, could the “good guys” bribe enough Congressmen in time for the vote. Still, the movie was filmed beautifully (except for blurring at the edges of the screen) and the consistently dark tone left you thinking you had just seen a black-and-white movie from, say, the ‘40s. Spielberg knows how to make movies, for sure; it’s just a shame that his esthetic is so commercial.

Skyfall – 7

The Sessions – 6.5

Chasing Mavericks – 6

Pure hokum, along the lines of a Disney after-school special – Spin & Marty, anyone? – but an enjoyably inoffensive gloss on the surfer culture I now find myself living amid. There’s no acting worth mentioning, and the women are window dressing, but the shots of the ocean, and the surfing, are worth sticking around for.

Seven Psychopaths – 7.7

The great Christopher Walken is enough to enjoy this murder-comedy, but there are plenty of other wonderful performances: Colin Farrell as the procrastinating screenwriter, Woody Harrelson as the dog-loving gangster kingpin, Tom Waits as…Tom Waits?, and Sam Rockwell as the lead psychopath. The setup is rather primitive – for a reason that only appears after the credits – but the tongue-in-cheek humor is always intelligent, as befits a Martin McDonagh screenplay. Rarely has killing seemed so lighthearted, or dognapping so funny.

Argo – 8

A very adult thriller from Hollywood – bravo, Ben Affleck! The danger was real and historical, yet there weren’t any conventional bad guys: the Iranians were shown to have full justification, in their minds if not ours, for their actions. The hostages were presented as unglamorous everyday people – in fact, their appearances uncannily matched their real-life counterparts. Washington bureaucrats were the other big obstacle, but their decisions, however cruel for these individuals, made sense in the larger picture. Affleck’s filming techniques and the intercutting with contemporary news reports added substantially to the realism, if recent events in Benghazi hadn’t already driven this home.
Then there was the comic relief: it would have been hard to believe the John Goodman/Alan Arkin sideshow if the Hollywood scenario hadn’t had a substantial basis in fact. Regardless, it was wonderful: I totally relax whenever Goodman is on the screen, and every one of Arkin’s zingers was hilarious. The slapstick of “Argo” melded with the suspense in Tehran to form a remarkably seamless and well-rounded whole. Holding it all together was Affleck, underplaying behind a beard. Why his character would take on this assignment was never explained, which was just as well for I probably wouldn’t have bought any explanation. The point is, he did it, and we could cry with pleasure because he did.
I do have quibbles: the airport scenes at the end larded on too many cliffhangers. Would the tickets come through, would the producers get to the ringing phone, would the rebels get to the control tower, would the racing Jeeps catch the taxiing plane? The realism that had been built up seemed to be tossed aside to manufacture even more intense suspense. By that point, though, the stakes were high enough, and I wish we could have been treated like adults for a few minutes more.