Monthly Archives: April 2010

Opening in Chicago, 04/30

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Hey, a question for the Koreaphiles in the audience: anything particularly worth seeing in this series? I’ve flagged Kim Ki-duk’s Dream, although the timing for that one sucks for me and I’m not sure I’ll make it, but anything else that seems promising?

Exit Through the Gift Shop (trailer)
Director: Banksy
Personal Interest Factor: 4
I feel like the world’s passed me by here. I do not know who Banksy is, and I honestly couldn’t make heads or tails of the trailer. But I sense some excitement for this nonetheless among the hipper crowds out there.
Metacritic: 85

Furry Vengeance (trailer)
Director: Roger Kumble (Cruel Intentions, The Sweetest Thing, Just Friends, College Road Trip)
Personal Interest Factor: -1
Seriously…
Metacritic: 21

Harry Brown (trailer)
Director: Daniel Barber
Personal Interest Factor: 6
I’m not the world’s biggest Michael Caine fan. I’ve always found him to be a likable presence if not a very engaging one, like a song that you can hum along with in the car but don’t feel the need to actually seek out later. I’m not persuaded to see a movie just because he’s in it. If the reviews were better, I’d be more likely to see this, but, well, *shrug*.
Metacritic: 53

A Nightmare on Elm Street (trailer)
Director: Samuel Bayer
Personal Interest Factor: 2
I never saw the original Elm Street, I don’t think. Maybe on TV at some point, I dunno. Maybe I should. Don’t really see any reason to see this one, at any rate.
Metacritic: 35

The Scientist (trailer)
Director: Zach LeBeau
Personal Interest Factor: 5
A physicist builds an energy generator in his basement after losing his family, which propels him to higher states of consciousness. Or something.
Metacritic: not listed

The Square (trailer)
Director: Nash Edgerton
Personal Interest Factor: 7
Neo-film noir from Australia about an adulterous couple entangled in all sorts of criminal activities. The trailer looks pretty decent. The reviews don’t suck. Sounds good to me.
Metacritic: 73

Review: Iron Man 2

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‘Less is more’ is what comes to mind after seeing Iron Man 2.

I liked the first one a lot and I wanted to see more from the characters that Favreau, Downey and team had created. But the film tries to squeeze in a bit too many pieces into this pie and as a result everything comes a little bit worse off than it did the last time.

All of the actors from the previous iteration do good work and are as charming as they were the last time, there’s just less for them to do. New addition Garry Shandling has fun as a slimy senator. Was surprisingly underwhelmed by Don Cheadle, who tends to bring his own, looking like he stepped into someone else’s shoes and was just filling in for the time (I know). Rockwell as Justin Hammer comes off as what he’s supposed to be, the nastier and obviously lesser Stark. Johansson as Stark’s new assistant was in it more than I thought she would be, but even she seemed to just take a backseat to the CGI-Robert Downey Jr-show.

The plot has something like five threads going on, all of them involving people out to get Tony Stark in some way or another. The main one involves criminal physicist Ivan Vanko – played by a snarling, tattooed Mickey Rourke – creating an equivalent of the powersource for Stark’s iron suit. This sets off a chain of events where people want to set Stark to task. Meanwhile, Stark is being poisoned by that same powersource.

The problem with the film is that it’s unengaging. The first one managed to make an armsdealing billionaire into a sympathetic underdog and that was the main part of it’s appeal. This one tries to throw everything at him, including a deadly disease, but there’s never any sense that he’s outmatched. They try their damnedest to make it that way, but when they solve one of his biggest problems with magic by way of science, even I couldn’t keep engaged.

The film is entertaining throughout, the two hours do move by briskly, but it feels like the equivalent of a big cheese pizza without much meat in it. Filling but curiously unsatisying.

P.S. The after end credits extra isn’t really worth staying through the credits for, if that’s not your thing.

Review: 10 (1979)

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(warning: review contains spoilers)

Ever since its release 31 years ago, the person who has always been associated with the film ‘10’ is Bo Derek. Indeed, to this very day whenever she appears in the media it’s obligatory to mention her role in the film. While her role was relatively small, her beauty and attractiveness was not only pivotal to the film’s success but she became a pop culture phenomenon as a result.

But in the context of cinema, Derek is a relatively insignificant figure. In that context, the really important figure with ‘10’ is writer/director Blake Edwards. This was one of the most significant films during his lengthy career; not just because it was a popular success but in terms of his career trajectory as a filmmaker. In the previous decade, with the exception of the popular Pink Panther sequels, his films had failed to find favour with the public. This is not to say they were all bad (‘The Tamarind Seed’ is an underrated and underappreciated film) but it seemed that with the Pink Panther franchise running out of steam by the late 1970s, Edwards’ film career could fade out as well.

But ‘10’ changed all that and enabled him to continue on prolifically throughout the 1980s in non-Pink Panther work. The reason why ‘10’ works is not just because it’s a fine film, but it was the first time in years (probably since 1968’s ‘The Party’) that Edwards had fully utilised the significant comic skills and timing he possessed outside the Pink Panther series.

The film’s central character is George Webber (Dudley Moore) who on the surface appears to have it all. He’s a highly successful Academy-award winning songwriter who lives in glorious beachfront surrounds in Los Angeles and has a long-standing relationship with theatre singer Samantha (Julie Andrews).

But a surprise 42nd birthday party triggers deep-seated malaise and dissatisfaction within him about middle-age and where his life is at. Initially it manifests itself into self-pity and ignoring those close to him, but it spirals out of control once he sees Jenny (Bo Derek), who is half his age and whom he becomes obsessed with as he believes she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. This leads to many problems; not least of which that when he first sees her it’s on her wedding day.

His obsession with Jenny leads to various misadventures and the fracturing of his relationship with Samantha. It culminates in George travelling down to Mexico where Jenny is on her honeymoon. It’s a descent into insanity that has no chance of success… or does it?

For the film to work it needs to genuinely convince us of George’s plight and the key lies in a lengthy early scene when George and Samantha are in bed together and her mild criticism of his behaviour leads to a major argument.  Edwards takes his time in this scene because he’s aware of its significance and it pays off as George’s unwillingness to accept Samantha’s justified criticism illustrates his agitation with his life. It sets the believable base for all that follows.

Moore’s performance is essential to the film’s success as he makes George a much more likable character than he has any right to be. George is childish, self-absorbed, inconsiderate to others, and wallows in self-pity despite his enormous talent and privileged lifestyle. But thanks to the work of Moore and Edwards, this is portrayed convincingly and despite all his flaws, he comes off as an affable personality.

The most effective insight into his character is a section towards the end of the film when he plays on the piano a song he’s composed in front of people he’s met in his time in Mexico. After all the immaturity and idiotic behaviour he’s displayed, here he seems at peace with his surrounds and is able to communicate more effectively through song than he ever would through his personality.

The film’s high point is the period from when George first sees Jenny to when he flies off to Mexico. There is an often hilarious serious of pratfalls and disasters George gets in that work not only because of Edwards’ timing and pacing but because they have a deeper resonance in that George’s physical disasters are an apt reflection of how his mental state and life have fallen apart.

The film isn’t flawless. The second half of the film in Mexico doesn’t have the same momentum and inspired comic moments that the opening half in Los Angeles did and has a rather disjointed feel. A subplot involving George’s brief relationship with a woman (played by Dee Wallace-Stone) seems rather tacked on and an unnecessary diversion from George’s seemingly impossible quest for Jenny.

The film is clever in dealing with George’s mid-life crisis in that instead it being about chasing after impossible fantasies, against all the odds he gets what he wants. What George is seemingly oblivious to is that because of his talent and fame how attractive he is to other women and one of these women is none other than Jenny. This is of course George’s ultimate fantasy but as he soon discovers, fantasy becoming reality is an often disenchanting experience.

Apart from Moore there are several fine performances. Andrews gives an interesting performance as his girlfriend who, while clearly loving and devoted to George, also has edges of abrasiveness and pompousness that can bring out the worst in him. Robert Webber is fine as George’s gay musical writing partner which avoids stereotype and in what would turn out to be an atypical role, Brian Dennehy gives an impressively relaxed and convincing performance as a bartender in Mexico.

‘10’ has held up well over several decades to showcase why it was such a popular success back in its day. While Moore, Andrews and Edwards have done better work elsewhere, it’s essential viewing for fans of them. And needless to say, it’s essential viewing for fans of Bo Derek.

Opening in Chicago, 04/23

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I have a flight to catch early tomorrow, and I need to go to bed. Unfortunately, I forgot to write Openings, and won’t get a chance in the morning. Fortunately, it’s not a terribly notable week, with a couple of foreign films opening I want to see, including The Secret in Their Eyes, which won the Foreign Film Oscar. Anyway, with my apologies, here is a list of openers:

The Back-up Plan (trailer)
The Girl on the Train (trailer)
The Losers (trailer)
Oceans (trailer)
The Secret in Their Eyes (trailer)
That Evening Sun (trailer)

Back to regular programming next week. Again, my apologies.

New Takeshi Kitano trailer for Outrage triggers memories…

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Please, guys, don’t be angry with me, but I honestly feel this trailer deserves a post of its own.
I remember very well the first time I saw a Takeshi Kitano movie. I was walking through, I believe, the Ikebukuro section of Tokyo with my then-wife Yumiko. (I can picture the train station and the buildings around it, and I’m pretty sure it was that section, but time is…to say the least…rough on memory.)
We walked past a movie theater and I saw a poster with three men, Kitano in front and this wacky font saying BROTHER in English. I was instantly intrigued and I turned to my wife and said: ”Hey…isn’t that that guy who…” She somehow always knew what I was going to ask and she glanced at the poster and said: “Yup.”

Review: Kick-Ass

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I didn’t hate Kick-Ass, but I didn’t particularly enjoy it, either. I didn’t find it morally reprehensible, but it certainly skirted the boundaries of good taste. I was never bored by it, but I found it only periodically suspenseful, not remotely funny, or the story engaging. As usually happens with love-it-or-hate-it movies, I was right down the middle on it, grading it (depending on the ranking system), a C, two stars, or five out of ten.

The film, directed by Matthew Vaughn and from a comic book by Mark Millar and John Romita Jr., concerns an average high school kid and comic book fan (Aaron Johnson) who wonders why no one has ever attempted to be a real-life superhero (he apparently has never heard of Captain Sticky.) His friends sensibly tell him that without superpowers, such a fool would almost certainly die within a day, but Johnson perserveres, purchases a Scuba suit, and creates a secret identity that provides the title. Indeed, on his first attempt to stop crime he is stabbed and gets run over by a car, but undaunted he tries again and his efforts in stopping an assault end up videotaped and on the Internet. He becomes a sensation.

This attracts the attention of two other superheroes, Big Daddy (Nicolas Cage) and his young daughter Hit Girl (Chloe Grace Moretz). It is here that the film kick-starts into an entertaining section and also earns the raised eyebrows. Moretz, as the pint-sized, purple-wigged Hit Girl, takes hold of the movie and doesn’t let go. She enters the action dealing out gleeful carnage to the tune of the Banana Splits theme, and anyone who might have been dozing before this certainly will be wide awake after this scene. Moretz is foul-mouthed and kills without conscience, trained by her father in martial arts and a variety of weapons (we first see her Dad shooting her in the chest to get her accustomed to a bulletproof vest, and then being rewarded with an afternoon of bowling).

Cage, it turns out, is interested in revenge on a crooked cop and a crime boss (Mark Strong). Strong’s son, a pencil-necked geek (Christopher Mintz-Plasse) creates his own costumed vigilante, Red Mist (complete with a Flock of Seagulls hairstyle). It’s all very colorful, profane, and extremely violent (a man is microwaved to death, another is shot with a bazooka).

Where I thought this film failed was its unsuccessful attempt to meld two distinctly different styles–it was kind of like Sky High meets Kill Bill. The lighthearted tone of a nerd trying to be a superhero is viciously undercut by the bloodletting. It was like watching an episode of Saved by the Bell where Screech takes out an axe and kills everyone (I know that sounds like something you’d like to see, but be careful what you wish for). As for the hand-wringing about Moretz, I wasn’t too troubled by it. I think the language is typical of any schoolyard in America. The one objectionable scene might be the one in which she gets pummeled by Strong. Watching a tween girl getting assaulted in a film that fundamentally is one long joke is disconcerting, but I don’t worry about Moretz in the long run. Incidentally, I somehow missed her using the word “cunt”, and I was waiting for it. I did catch her saying “motherfucker” and “cock.”

Johnson lacks charisma, but that may have been the point, as he is supposed to be bland, though this makes Hit Girl the far more interesting character, and when she’s off screen we naturally wait impatiently for her to come back. There’s a subplot that has Johnson’s school crush, the fetching Lyndsy Fonseca, warming up to him because she thinks he’s gay, a totally dumb and pointless digression. Vaughn does make good use of Cage’s increasingly idiosynchratic acting style–when he’s Big Daddy he uses an Adam West-ian cadence, and when not in costume he sounds like a children’s TV show host.

A couple of weird things–Elizabeth McGovern makes a bizarre, silent cameo as Johnson’s mother (she drops dead at the breakfast table) and what’s with Hit Girl’s real name of Mindy Macready–a name shared by the troubled country singer? Was that in the original comic book? The name seems too unusual for it to be a coincidence.

Opening in Chicago, 04/16

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Breath Made Visible: Anna Halprin (trailer)
Director: Ruedi Gerber (Heartbreak Hospital)
Personal Interest Factor: 3
Documentary about American dancer Anna Halprin, who I’ve never heard of and don’t know anything about. Part of a double-bill of dance docs at the Film Center.
Metacritic: not listed

Dancing Across Borders (trailer)
Director: Anne Bass
Personal Interest Factor: 3
The second half of the dancing doc double bill, this one’s about Sy Sar, a Cambodian dancer who was brought to the US by the film’s director, a “longtime patron of dance.” Whatever.
Metacritic: 46

Death at a Funeral (trailer)
Director: Neil LaBute (Possession, The Shape of Things, The Wicker Man, Lakeview Terrace)
Personal Interest Factor: 6
I don’t know what to make of this. It’s strange to see a remake of a movie that’s only a few years old, or at least one that was made in English the first time. But even though the trailer for this version has a lot of the same jokes as the original did (I didn’t see the actual movie), the new one looks immeasurably more tolerable. On the other hand, I’ve had nothing but bad experiences when I’ve tried to watch something by LaBute.
Metacritic: 49

The Eclipse (trailer)
Director: Conor McPherson (Saltwater, The Actors)
Personal Interest Factor: 8
Irish ghost story starring Ciaran Hinds, Iben Hjejle, and Aidan Quinn. Good trailer. Nice poster. I haven’t seen McPherson’s previous movies but this looks pretty good.
Metacritic: 67

The Joneses (trailer)
Director: Derrick Borte
Personal Interest Factor: 4
As a general rule, I only go see movies with Demi Moore in them when I have to, and I can’t imagine that there’s anything at all to this movie that you can’t get by watching the trailer.
Metacritic: 55

Kick-Ass (trailer)
Director: Matthew Vaughn (Layer Cake, Stardust)
Personal Interest Factor: 8
Interesting-looking movie for a number of reasons. To begin with, it’s the first film in who knows how long for which Ebert has the lowest Metacritic score. For another, I actually understand his point about violence and have increasingly been finding myself feeling the same way over the past few years. Additionally, this is the third film from Vaughn, who I’ve been pretty underwhelmed by so far, but who at the same time clearly has some idea of what he’s doing. And finally – I don’t know why but aside from all that, I actually want to see it. I think we can all agree that that doesn’t sound like me, but there you go.
Metacritic: 69

Ran
Director: Akira Kurosawa (Ikiru, Seven Samurai, Throne of Blood, Kagemusha)
Personal Interest Factor: 9
The Music Box is showing a re-issued print as part of the centennial celebration of Kurosawa’s birth. My only concern is that I saw a trailer for this the other day in front of My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done, and the picture looked pretty bad. I do love the movie, though, and I’ll most likely go anyway. At any rate, the major Kurosawa action is going to be in May and June, when the Gene Siskel Film Center is playing new 35mm prints of 17 – 17! – Kurosawa films. This is going to be a major problem for me in terms of scheduling, because I really want to get to them all. Even the ones I’ve seen I’d want to see again, other than Rashomon, which I like but have seen pretty recently.
Metacritic: 90 (for the 2000 re-release)

Review: The Runaways

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I know a guy who got Joan Jett to autograph his arm, and he then had a tattoo artist permanently etch it into his skin. I thought this was a perfectly rational and reasonable thing to do. After all, who is cooler than Joan Jett? The Runaways, written and directed by Floria Sigismondi, chronicles the brief and tempestuous life of Jett’s first band, and though Jett’s post-Runaways success is the only reason why the band is remembered today, her character floats on the periphery of the action, teasing us while telling a much more conventional story.

The story arc of The Runaways is that of Cherie Currie’s. The film was based on her memoir, Neon Angel. And it’s certainly true that she provided the drama of the Runaways brief existence, as she lived the standard VH1: Behind the Music template–plucked from obscurity, playing grimy gigs, hitting it big, and then spiralling into a haze of drugs. But all the while Currie’s story unspooled, I kept savoring the moments about Jett, and wanted to see more.

Jett is an executive producer of the film, so her input must have been significant. Perhaps, that is the reason that all mentions of her home life are absent. We only see her–a sexually ambiguous teenager who worships Suzi Quatro– taking a guitar lesson and being told that girls don’t play electric guitar. In a scene that seems too coated with pixie dust to believe she runs into record producer Kim Fowley at a club and tells him she wants to put together an all-girl band. On the spot he matches her with a girl drummer, and before long they have found Currie, who Fowley sees as a “little bit Bowie, a little bit Bardot” to be the sexy lead singer. Fowley, vividly played by Michael Shannon, is a slimy oddball who sees an opportunity to put together a band of jail-bait (Fowley is now a DJ for satellite radio, and coincidentally his show was on my radio as I drove home from the theater. He seems just as strange now as he was then).

Fowley may be a scumbag, but the girls take his best advice and harness an attitude–he tells them it’s not about “women’s lib, but women’s libido.” In another scene that seems to good to be true, he and Jett write the band’s only hit, “Cherry Bomb,” in about five minutes. They get a record contract and are a smash, but things get strained when Currie is marketed as a sex symbol. We get a variation on the time-worn rock movie line: “It was supposed to be about the music, not about your crotch!”

Though the script has all the cliches I ended up enjoying this film. True, I got bored about halfway through, but eventually I was won over, mostly because I liked being absorbed into the world of the seventies. Sigismondi and her cinematographer, costume designer and art director have created a palpable world, whether it’s the grungy clubs, the pathetic trailer park, or the feathered hair and platformed sandals. When Currie, in a moment of inspired futility, participates in her school’s talent contest by lip-synching to a Bowie song, I was right there, flashing back. The Runaways is a valentine to rock and roll and its excesses, and anyone who doesn’t like or understand rock music would be completely lost.

Finally, I want to mention the two starring performances. Dakota Fanning is Currie, and she’s terrific, although I must admit feeling uneasy about this young lady, who has been in films since she was not much more than a toddler, being so sexual. But she takes the cliched character and makes it her own. Kristen Stewart is Jett, and I was thrilled to see her display some of the charisma she’d shown before her superduper-stardom from the Twilight films. I had begun to wonder if Stewart could act at all, but she convinced me here, perfectly capturing Jett’s look, sound, and demeanor, even in the way she hunches her shoulders, as if she’s always playing guitar, even when she isn’t carrying one.

Opening in Chicago, 04/09

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After.Life (trailer)
Director: Agnieszka Wojtowicz-Vosloo
Personal Interest Factor: 6
I think Jeanine asked me a couple weeks ago whatever happened to Christina Ricci. And now, here she is, playing a girl awakens from a car accident “to find the local funeral director preparing her body for the funeral.” Liam Neeson plays the funeral director. Also Justin Long’s in it somewhere. Actually sounds somewhat interesting, but reviews suck.
Metacritic: 35

Date Night (trailer)
Director: Shawn Levy (Just Married, Cheaper by the Dozen, The Pink Panther, Night at the Museum)
Personal Interest Factor: 7
I like both Steve Carell and Tina Fey, and I’m willing to waste a couple hours with this, and it might even be funny. Would I be more encouraged if it was written by either/both Carell or/and Fey instead of some random dude? Probably. And would I be more encouraged if director Levy’s credits were more inspiring? Yes, although in fairness and full disclosure I haven’t ever actually seen one of the man’s movies. I’m just saying, kudos on the casting, but if it was exactly the same movie but instead starred, say Katherine Heigl and Ashton Kutcher, no one in their right minds would go near it. And actors can only do so much in a mediocre movie.
Metacritic: 58

The Greatest (trailer)
Director: Shana Feste
Personal Interest Factor: 6
Again, interesting cast – this time Carey Mulligan, Susan Sarandon, Michael Shannon and Pierce Brosnan – in a movie that is DOA, critically speaking.
Metacritic: 45

My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done
Director: Werner Herzog (Cobra Verde, Invincible, Rescue Dawn, The Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call – New Orleans)
Personal Interest Factor: 10
A new Herzog is obviously an event, even if this one doesn’t seem to be particularly well reviewed. It stars Michael Shannon, Willem Dafoe, and Chloe Sevigny, but I don’t know what it’s about since I’ve strenuously avoided reading any synopsis.
Metacritic: 59

Review: Vincere

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Previous to Vincere, the only Marco Bellocchio picture I’ve seen is The Devil in the Flesh, which was scandalous upon its release because it was so sexually explicit to the point where an actress performed unsimulated fellatio. Vincere (which means “Win”) doesn’t go that far, but early on there is a hot scene, where an actor with a smoldering stare undresses and copulates with a beautiful actress. Did I mention that the handsome actor is playing Benito Mussolini?

Most Americans know Mussolini for making the trains of Italy run on time, wildly gesticulating during his balcony speeches to an adoring throng, and ending up hoisted on a meat hook following his execution. For those who want to know more, here is a film that in some ways could be called The Private Life of Benito Mussolini. But the twist is that the tale is largely told through the character of Ida Dalser, who may or may not have been his first wife.

Dalser, who is played by the musically monikered Giovanna Mezzogiorno, was a beautician who believed so much in Mussolini that she sold everything she owned and gave it to him so he could start a socialist newspaper. He was a rabble-rousing editor, a rabid socialist, and to judge by the performance of Filippo Timi, a devastating lover. During the first third or so of the film, Bellocchio uses a lot of archival footage and agitprop-style techniques to hurdle pell-mell through the years just before and during World War I, when Italy was drawn into the conflict. Mussolini is wounded during the war, and ends up marrying another woman, though Dalser claims she is his wife, and has borne him a son.

The film then takes a turn. Mussolini, except for archival footage of the real man, disappears from the film, as he ascends to power in Italy. Dalser, seen as a threat since she insists that she is his wife, ends up in an insane asylum, her son taken away from her. What started as a bodice-ripping historical drama ends up like an Italian version of The Snake Pit.

Parts of Vincere work very well, but not as whole. There are some glaring questions that, to my mind, were unanswered. Mussolini goes from being a socialist to a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree switch, founding the Fascists. I understand the reasons for this may be more complex that this film could accommodate, but it still is bothersome. Worse is that we don’t really get an answer as to why he threw over Dalser. We know nothing about her before she knew Mussolini, and we only see the woman he would acknowledge as his wife once–when she threatens to rip the ears off of Dalser, who visits him in the hospital while convalescing. Did he just tire of her? Was she damaged goods? We don’t know.

Bellocchio clearly sympathizes with Dalser, and Mezzogiorno gives an impressive performance. There is no evidence that the two were ever wed, but Bellocchio includes a scene of their wedding and shows us that Dalser hid her marriage certificate–never found–in a stuffed bird. Perhaps this has more meaning to Italians that it does to the otherwise disinterested, as this ends up being a moderately interesting but ultimately frustrating slice of history.

Opening in Chicago, Weekend of 04/02

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Not a whole lot going on this weekend, as Hollywood gets out of the way of one of the most important days of the year here in the US. That’s right, baseball’s Opening Day. Of all the travesties during the George W. Bush years, perhaps the most surprising is the lack of movement in making Opening Day a national holiday. One would have thought that if anyone in government could get the ball rolling on this, it would be a former baseball team owner with little to no apparent interest in actual government policy, but no. And I have little hope for Obama on this score, either.

Oh well, at least unemployment is good for something. Go Cubs!

City Island (trailer)
Director: Raymond De Felitta (Two Family House, The Thing About My Folks)
Personal Interest Factor: 6
This doesn’t look tremendously awesome or anything, but if it was halfway decent I wouldn’t be shocked. The Thing About My Folks was a little TV-movieish, but it was definitely at the high end of that spectrum. It wasn’t bad. Metacritic ratings for this one are higher than I would expect.
Metacritic: 66

Clash of the Titans (trailer)
Director: Louis Leterrier (Unleashed, Transporter 2, The Incredible Hulk)
Personal Interest Factor: 4
Doubt I’ll make room for it. It’s actually a good time for a slow week anyway, as I’m feeling just the slightest bit of movie burnout lately after hitting 22 movies in March. It happens. I just need a week to take it easy, movie-wise, and recharge the batteries. You know, maybe just see 2 or 3 instead of 4 or 5. And I find it highly unlikely that my life will be any worse off if I skip this. The only reason I’d go is to see Ralph Fiennes ham it up anyway.
Metacritic: 38

The Last Song (trailer)
Director: Julie Anne Robinson
Personal Interest Factor: 1
Usually the only interesting thing about movies like this is looking at the poster to see which semi-famous actor got the “and” credit. You know, there are a bunch of teen actors listed first, followed by “and [semi-famous actor].” In this case, we get a bonus “with” credit; after the teen actors, the credits read “with Kelly Preston and Greg Kinnear.” You’re glad to know this, I’m sure.
Metacritic: 33

Mid-August Lunch (Pranzo di Ferragosto) (trailer)
Director: Gianni di Gregorio
Personal Interest Factor: 6
This must be Italian week here in Chicago, and I just didn’t get the memo, with three Italian releases on tap. This one’s about a middle-aged man dealing with his 93-year-old mother. While the reviews are good, I can’t muster much enthusiasm for seeing it.
Metacritic: 79

The Secret of Kells
Director: Tomm Moore
Personal Interest Factor: 8
You remember that movie that got the Best Animated Film Oscar nomination, but you didn’t know what in the world it was? And then you watched the Oscars, and when they did the Animated nominees, there was this weird-looking Irish movie? This was that, and it’s playing for a week at the Gene Siskel Film Center.
Metacritic: 82

To Die for Tano
Director: Roberta Torre
Personal Interest Factor: 5(?)
Strange one this, a thirteen-year-old Italian film about a Mafia man gunned down, and then returning from his grave to protect the virginity of his sisters? Also, it’s a musical?
Metacritic: 47

Vincere (trailer)
Director: Marco Bellacchio (Good Morning, Night, My Mother’s Smile, The Wedding Director)
Personal Interest Factor: 8
Italian film about Mussolini’s secret mistress and son. Very high ratings. Actually won the Best Director prize at the Chicago International Film Festival last year, although I’m not sure how much that actually means, although the last two directors to win (Henrik Ruben Ganz for Terribly Happy and Roy Anderson for You, the Living) seem like respectable choices. At any rate, this looks like something I ought to see.
Metacritic: 85

Why Did I Get Married Too? (trailer)
Director: Tyler Perry (Meet the Browns, The Family That Preys, Madea Goes to Jail, I Can Do Bad All by Myself)
Personal Interest Factor: 1
You know, I missed the first film, and I worry that I wouldn’t know what was going on if I saw the second one cold.
Metacritic: no score yet