Frankenstein

I love the novel Frankenstein by Mary Shelley (it, along with Hamlet, was one of my favorite pieces of literature to teach) so the new adaptation by Guillermo del Toro was one of my most anticipated movies this year.  I went to see it with my nephew, and a huge crowd, at the Broadway last night and I loved it!  I loved everything about it!  Baron Victor Frankenstein (Oscar Isaac) encounters a mysterious Creature (Jacob Elordi) after taking refuge on a ship, under the command of Captain Anderson (Lars Mikkelsen), that is trapped in ice whilst on an expedition to the North Pole.  When Frankenstein hears that Anderson is willing to continue to the North Pole no matter the cost to his crew, he fears that he shares his same madness and recounts his story to him as a cautionary tale.  He tells of his obsession to overcome death after his beloved mother died in childbirth, his expulsion from the Royal College of Surgeons for experimenting on corpses, his patronage from Heinrich Harlander (Christoph Waltz) which funds his experiments in an abandoned water tower, his unrequited love for Harlander's niece Elizabeth (Mia Goth) who is also engaged to his brother William (Felix Kammerer), his success in reanimating a corpse created from the bodies of soldiers killed in the Crimean War, his disappointment with the Creature's seeming lack of intelligence, and his attempt to kill the Creature by setting the tower on fire.  The Creature then describes his mistreatment at the hands of Frankenstein who sees him as a monster, his bond with Elizabeth who sees his purity of heart, his escape from the fire at the tower, his terror at being lost and alone in the woods, his interactions with a blind man (David Bradley) who befriends him and teaches him to speak and read, his search for answers about his creation, and then his search for the creator who doomed him to a life of isolation.  After Frankenstein and his Creature have a final reckoning, Anderson decides to abandon his reckless pursuit and return home.  I am usually a purist when it comes to adaptations of literature but I think the changes from the novel add to the narrative rather than detract from it and I especially loved the more sympathetic depiction of the Creature.  I was impressed by the performances from Isaac, as a man consumed by his obsession, and Goth, as the moral compass of the story, but I was absolutely blown away by Elordi.  I loved his physicality as a being with an imposing stature but the development of a newborn as well as his soulful portrayal of innocence, melancholy, and rage.  I also really enjoyed all of the Gothic elements in the production design (the visuals are gorgeous and I particularly loved the use of fallen angels as a motif) and the Baroque-inspired score by Alexandre Desplat (one of my favorite movie composers).  I've always loved the story but I found this adaptation to be incredibly moving and I highly recommend it (I'm sure it will be among my favorite movies of the year).  It will be available to stream on Netflix beginning November 7 and I cannot wait to watch it again.

The Mastermind

The next movie in the double feature with my nephew at the Broadway last night was The Mastermind.  I am a fan of Kelly Reichardt's brooding and contemplative character studies and I think the protagonist of this movie might be her most intriguing one yet.  James Blaine "J.B." Mooney (Josh O'Connor) is an unemployed former art student who is supported by his wife Terri (Alana Haim) and his wealthy, but disapproving, parents Sarah (Hope Davis) and William (Bill Camp) in the suburban town of Framingham, Massachusetts where his father serves as the local judge.  It is 1970 and the Vietnam War continues on but J.B. is seemingly unaffected by it and the attendant protests all around him (there are many references to both in the background of the action).  He meticulously plans a robbery in broad daylight of four paintings by Arthur Dove from the local art museum with Guy Hickey (Eli Gelb), Larry Duffy (Cole Doman), and Ronnie Gibson (Javion Allen) and, even though the heist is initially successful, everything that can go wrong does go wrong and J.B. is ill-equipped to deal with the fallout.  He ends up on the run where help is either not forthcoming, from his art school friends Fred and Maude (John Magaro and Gaby Hoffman, respectively) or his long-suffering wife, or not available until he is finally held accountable for his actions for maybe the first time in his life.  This is definitely more character-driven than plot-driven because the action in the second half is incredibly slow, almost maddeningly so, with lots of static shots of J.B. trying to figure out what to do which seem to go on much longer than necessary.  How J.B. responds is much more important that what he responds to and this is ultimately very effective but I admit that I got a bit fidgety.  However, I found the narrative to be very thought-provoking because, in my opinion, J.B. is a symbol for an America that lost its way prosecuting a war it could not win.  I also loved the 1970s aesthetic in the production design, costumes, and cinematography, the Jazz-inspired score, and the understated performance from O'Connor (he excels at playing rumpled anti-heroes).  I recommend this to fans of Reichardt but others might find it boring.

Note:  The first movie in our double feature appealed specifically to me and this one appealed specifically to my nephew!

Blue Moon

Last night my nephew and I had another double feature at the Broadway (they are becoming a regular occurrence for us).  We started with Blue Moon and, even though I really liked it, I can definitely see why others might not.  Before Richard Rodgers (Andrew Scott) worked with Oscar Hammerstein II (Simon Delaney), he had a successful 24-year partnership with Lorenz Hart (Ethan Hawke) before the latter's self-destructive behavior forced a split.  During the opening night performance of Oklahoma!, the first collaboration between Rodgers and Hammerstein, Hart slips away to Sardi's restaurant to commiserate with Eddie (Bobby Cannavale) the bartender and Morty (Jonah Lees) the piano player.  He is openly critical of Oklahoma! (my favorite comment is that it will be performed by high schools until the end of time because it is so inoffensive) but he knows that it will be a bigger hit than any of his shows with Rodgers so he can barely bring himself to congratulate him when he arrives for the afterparty.  When Hart proposes a new project for the two of them to work on, Rodgers remains skeptical about his depression and alcoholism.  His spirits are momentarily lifted at the arrival of Elizabeth Weiland (Margaret Qualley), his 20-year-old protege, because he has unrequited feelings for her and is hoping to impress her with his connections to the Broadway world.  When she abandons him to attend another party with Rodgers, it is a confirmation of both his personal and professional failings but he hides his heartbreak and continues regaling Eddie and Morty with yet another story.  This features a lot of dialogue (Broadway fans will find many fun references) and takes place in one location in real time (almost like a chamber play) so it is very slow but I found it surprisingly compelling because of Hawke's brilliant and transformative performance as the talented but tormented songwriter.  You can always see the pain behind the bravado (although it is distracting to see the balding wig that he wears) and I was impressed by his physicality as a man who is embarrassed by his short stature.  Scott is also outstanding (he won the Silver Bear for Best Supporting Performance at the Berlin Film Festival), especially in a highly charged scene where Rodgers expresses both his gratitude for and frustration with Hart.  Qualley does a great job but she sometimes feels very out of place, in my opinion, because she is so anachronistic in this time period.  As a fan of Broadway musicals, I really enjoyed this but I don't think the stellar performances will be enough to make this appealing for those who do not share a similar interest.

Springsteen: Deliver Me From Nowhere

Yesterday I went back to the Broadway (I pretty much live there) for a matinee of Springsteen: Deliver Me From Nowhere and I loved it!  Bruce Springsteen (Jeremy Allen White) is exhausted after a grueling world tour and, despite feeling pressure from his record company to capitalize on the success of "Hungry Heart," he decides to return to his hometown in New Jersey to relax and get away from his growing fame.  Instead, he is assaulted by memories of his childhood, especially his troubled relationship with his father Douglas (Stephen Graham), and begins an ill-fated relationship with the sister (Odessa Young) of a high school friend which leads to an existential crisis.  He writes songs that are darker in tone as a way to cope and eventually enlists his guitar tech Mike Batlan (Paul Walter Hauser) to help him make a stripped down demo tape using a four-track recorder in his bedroom.  He also writes and records "Born in the U.S.A," "Glory Days," and "I'm on Fire," which his producer Jon Landau (Jeremy Strong) wants to release, but he insists on releasing the rough version of his earlier songs which eventually becomes the album Nebraska.  Landau ultimately fights the record company for what Springsteen wants, even going to extraordinary lengths to find equipment that preserves the sound on the demo tape, because he sees that it is a form of catharsis for him.  After facing his demons, Springsteen is able to record the album Born in the U.S.A. which makes him a global superstar.  I love that this focuses on a seminal period in Springsteen's life rather than using a traditional biopic structure and I found the story to be incredibly emotional and compelling.  White delivers a brilliant performance because, while he doesn't look exactly like Springsteen (which distracted me at first), he captures both his physicality, especially on stage, and his singing voice.  However, it is his portrayal of Springsteen's pain that impressed me most, particularly a scene when he finally allows himself to cry (it is a very powerful turning point).  Finally, I loved hearing all of the songs on Nebraska because I wasn't familiar with them and it was fascinating to see the creative process behind writing, recording, and mastering them.  I really enjoyed this and highly recommend it.

Urchin

My nephew joined me at the Broadway for Urchin, the next movie in my triple feature yesterday, and we both loved this powerful and tragic portrayal of someone falling between the cracks in society.  Mike (Frank Dillane) is a homeless young man suffering from mental health issues and addiction.  After he severely beats and robs a man (Okezie Morro) who attempts to help him, he is arrested and sentenced to nine months in prison.  When he is released, he is sober and commits to a fresh start.  He regularly meets with his counselor Nadia (Buckso Dhillon-Woolley), moves into a temporary hostel, gets a job working in a kitchen at a hotel, maintains his sobriety with a new group of friends while avoiding those who have had a negative influence on him, and even listens to self-help tapes.  However, a mediated meeting with his victim damages his fragile self-confidence which sends him spiraling into self-destructive behavior once again.  An overworked Nadia abandons him, his boss fires him when his behavior affects his performance at work, his temporary housing situation expires, and he returns to the friends who enable his addiction.  I loved the gritty and realistic portrayal of what it looks like to live on the fringes of society interspersed with beautiful images of a dark cave with a light-filled opening that seems too far to reach (a very vivid metaphor).  I was also very intrigued by the recurring motif of a figure that seems to be following Mike because it suggests that what happens to him is inevitable in such a broken system.  The entire narrative is incredibly moving and there were many small moments that made me want to cry because I wanted Mike to succeed so badly.  Dillane gives an absolutely brilliant performance that is both sympathetic and frustrating (I wanted to yell at the screen when someone offers him drugs).  The close-up on his face when Mike is forced to listen to his victim describe how the attack affected him is heartbreaking because his guilt is palpable.  This is an impressive debut from writer-director Harris Dickinson and I highly recommend it.

Ballad of a Small Player

There are a lot of movies that I want to see this month so I actually had a triple feature yesterday in order to fit them all in (it has been a long time since I have done that).  I started with a matinee of Ballad of a Small Player at the Broadway and it is a stylish look at the nature of greed with a committed performance from Colin Farrell.  Brendan Reilly (Farrell) is an Irish con man on the run from a British private investigator named Cynthia Blithe (Tilda Swinton) after embezzling the life savings of several women.  He has ensconced himself in a luxury hotel suite in Macau, the gambling capital of the world, as the self-styled Lord Freddy Doyle and believes that he is just one game of baccarat away from hitting it big.  However, his luck runs out when he amasses large debts that he cannot pay and when Blithe eventually locates him.  He flees to Hong Kong where Dao Ming (Fala Chen), a mysterious woman who understands his situation all too well, offers him a choice between redemption or Hell.  Farrell is outstanding as both a bon vivant who swaggers from casino to casino in one gaudy outfit after another in search of his next big win and as a desperate man who slowly realizes that he has no more cards left to play.  I also liked Swinton as yet another awkwardly eccentric character (I think she chooses her roles based on the wig she gets to wear).  The symbolism, particularly the use of food as a metaphor for greed and the use of water as a metaphor for redemption, is very intriguing and the bold and chaotic lights of Macau juxtaposed with the tranquility of nature in Hong Kong is also quite powerful.  The cinematography is beautiful and the bombastic score perfectly matches Doyle's false bravado. The biggest flaw is that the narrative overplays its hand in the third act with a supernatural subplot that is both obvious and convoluted.  I liked this more than others have but it is definitely one that you can wait to see when it begins streaming on Netflix later this month.

After the Hunt

Despite some divisive reviews, my nephew and I decided to see After the Hunt at the Broadway last night.  I was initially very put off by several things but, upon further reflection, I think they were intentional and, ultimately, tremendously thought-provoking.  Alma Imhoff (Julia Roberts) is a well-respected philosophy professor at Yale University who is being considered for tenure along with her colleague and close personal friend Hank Gibson (Andrew Garfield). She and her psychiatrist husband Frederik (Michael Stuhlbarg) host a dinner party for several of her students, including her protege Maggie Resnick (Ayo Edebiri), and colleagues, including Hank, where a heated discussion takes place.  The next day Maggie accuses Hank of sexually assaulting her and turns to Alma for support but she is disappointed by her surprisingly indifferent response.  Hank also reaches out to Alma to protest his innocence but she reports him to the dean which results in his termination.  However, the situation becomes increasingly fraught as information about each of the three, and their motivations, comes to light.  I really enjoyed the juxtaposition between Alma and Maggie who are intriguing foils to each other.  They both may or may not have been assaulted (more about that later) but they each respond according to the social mores of the time in which their attacks occurred.  Alma represses what happened to her and counsels Maggie to do the same if she wants to succeed in the male-dominated world of academia but Maggie sees her victimhood as a way to publicly fight against the patriarchy.  My nephew and I, who roughly correspond to the generations depicted by these women, had an engaging discussion about their differing mindsets.  I did not enjoy the ambiguity of the narrative (Alma, Maggie, and Hank are slowly revealed to be incredibly unreliable narrators) because I wanted to know the truth but Guadagnino is emphasizing that the truth is sometimes difficult to ascertain and that it can be manipulated.  I also disliked the theatricality of the performances (Guadagnino even breaks the fourth wall to yell "cut!" after the last scene) which is further emphasized by an uncharacteristically melodramatic score by Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross but I think that this is a commentary on the often performative nature of pursuing social justice (which is provocative, to say the least).  Both Roberts and Edebiri are definitely compelling but I was most impressed by Garfield, who is playing against type, because he is very believable as an unsympathetic character.  This will not appeal to everyone (I still don't know what I think about its themes) but I have not been able to stop thinking about it and that might be the point.

National Theatre Live: Inter Alia

Yesterday afternoon I was really excited to see a screening of the National Theatre Live production of Inter Alia which was filmed earlier this year at the Lyttelton Theatre in London and presented by the Tanner Humanities Center and Salt Lake Film Society.  This new play by the same team responsible for the hit Prima Facie is brilliant and I was blown away by Rosamund Pike's powerful performance.  Jessica Parks (Pike) is a ground-breaking Crown Court Judge as well as a wife to Michael Wheatley (Jamie Glover) and a mother to eighteen-year-old Harry (Jasper Talbot).  While she is a rock star in the courtroom (she is backed by a band who performs live on stage during the courtroom scenes) known for refusing to back down from the misogynistic barristers who appear before her and for her tough stance on the perpetrators of sexual violence, she frequently feels compelled to downplay her accomplishments to soothe the ego of her husband, who is a less successful barrister, and defers to him in matters relating to their son because he is a man and she thinks that he can relate to what Harry is experiencing more than she can.  She shoulders most of the responsibilities for running the household (there is an incredible scene in which she frantically prepares for a dinner party as Michael and Harry make demands of her) and often feels guilty about her perceived failures as a mother.  Her professional and personal worlds collide when Harry is accused of rape at a party and her role as a judge who advocates for the rights of victims is at odds with her role as a mother who wants to save her son.  Pike is in constant motion, moving between a platform upstage, which represents her courtroom, an elaborate set center stage, which represents her home, and a large screen downstage, which depicts flashbacks with Harry as a child, as she juggles all of Jessica's many responsibilities (inter alia is a legal term which means "among other things"), and she deftly manages multiple costume changes on stage and a myriad of props.  She also effectively portrays many competing emotions, from a hilarious scene singing karaoke (of course she sings "Man! I Feel Like a Woman!") to a devastating one in which she confronts her husband for not stepping up and helping their son navigate the toxic masculinity on the so-called manosphere.  Both Glover and Talbot are also outstanding and I was especially moved by the latter's final scene with Pike because it is so emotional.  I loved this because, in addition to its clever staging and memorable performances, it is incredibly thought-provoking, particularly the difference between the moral definition of guilt and the legal one, and I know that I will be thinking about it for a long time to come.  The next National Theatre Live productions at the Broadway are Mrs. Warren's Profession on November 8, The Fifth Step on February 21, Hamlet on March 21, and Life of Pi on April 11 (I so excited for this!).

A House of Dynamite

The second movie in the double feature at the Broadway with my nephew last night was A House of Dynamite and it is incredibly tense and thought-provoking if ultimately anti-climactic.  The launch of an intercontinental ballistic missile from an unknown country is shown from three different perspectives.  The first perspective introduces the threat as Major Daniel Gonzalez (Anthony Ramos) and his team at Fort Greely in Alaska first detect the missile heading inbound to the United States on radar and attempt, unsuccessfully, to neutralize it with anti-ballistic missiles and as Captain Olivia Walker (Rebecca Ferguson), the senior  officer in the White House situation room, and her team assess the danger to the population and inform all high-ranking government officials.  The second perspective proposes possible responses as General Anthony Brady (Tracy Letts), the senior military officer at STRATCOM (the United States Strategic Command), advocates for nuclear retaliation against all known enemies and as Jake Bearington (Gabriel Basso), the Deputy National Security Officer, urges caution after contacting Ana Park (Greta Lee), the NSA's North Korea expert, and the Russian Foreign Minister (Andrei Kouznetsov).  The third perspective conveys the weight of making an impossible decision as the POTUS (Idris Elba) consults with Secretary of Defense Reid Baker (Jared Harris) and Presidential Military Aide Lieutenant Commander Robert Reeves (Jonah Hauer-King) in order to choose between several devastating options.  One of the things I found most compelling is how the narrative humanizes the characters who are responsible for keeping the country safe, often at the expense of their own families, especially when Walker tearfully advises her husband (Neal Bledsoe) to take their son (Nicholas Monterosso) and drive as far away as possible, when Baker calls his estranged daughter (Kaitlyn Dever) after he realizes that she lives in the targeted city, and when the POTUS calls the First Lady (Renee Elise Goldsberry), who is visiting Africa, to ask her opinion.  However, this is also extremely disconcerting because we see that these very human individuals tasked with keeping us safe are also fallible and are the weakest link in elaborate contingency plans. The action is frenetic as the camera shifts from person to person in the large ensemble cast and the suspense is almost unbearable as the countdown to impact is shown three different times with an unsettling score.  I was on the edge of my seat until the ending which I found very disappointing (I may or may not have uttered an expletive under my breath) even though it is probably the only way it could have ended.  I would recommend seeing this in the theater because it is a visceral experience but it will be available on Netflix beginning October 24.

Orwell: 2+2=5

My nephew was very eager to see Orwell: 2+2=5 so it was the first in a double feature at the Broadway last night.  It is an incredibly insightful (and deeply upsetting) look at the life and writings of George Orwell that is, unfortunately, very relevant in the world today.  It takes a nonlinear approach to show how his life experiences informed his world view and his work, most notably Nineteen Eighty-Four, with Damian Lewis narrating as the voice of the author.  Eric Arthur Blair, who wrote under the pen name George Orwell, was born into what he called the lower-upper-middle-class in which he felt his status very keenly, especially while at Eton, and came to abhor social classes.  His family was unable to afford university and his marks were not good enough for a scholarship so he joined the police force in what was then Burma.  He saw first hand the oppression of the powerless by the British and developed a hatred for imperialism.  He eventually volunteered to fight against Franco's military uprising during the Spanish Civil War where he experienced the evils of fascism and totalitarianism and also worked for the BBC for a time during World War II but resigned after observing media manipulation.  He began writing as a way to call attention to these issues.  The documentary then highlights the themes of Nineteen Eighty-Four by reiterating the motto of Oceania (War is Peace. Freedom is Slavery. Ignorance is Strength) and then applying it to the global situation today by highlighting the military invasions of Iraq, Ukraine, and Palestine; the growing income inequality around the world; and the spread of misinformation, anti-intellectualism, AI, and book banning.  For me the most chilling motif, shown multiple times with footage from the various movie adaptations of Nineteen Eight-Four, is when the protagonist Winston is forced to agree that 2+2=5 during his interrogation because I think that people have willingly abandoned what they know to be true in favor of what is expedient in our current political climate.  As distressing as this is to watch, it does end with the belief that people will not abandon their common decency and will eventually heed Orwell's warnings.  I think this is an important documentary for everyone to see and I highly recommend it.

Anemone

I was thrilled when I learned that Daniel Day-Lewis was coming out of retirement to star in his son's directorial debut, Anemone, and I immediately wanted to see it.  My nephew and I finally had the opportunity at the Broadway last night but, unfortunately, we were both incredibly disappointed.  In fact, the more we talked about it, the more we disliked it.  Ray Stoker (Day-Lewis) was so traumatized by his experiences as a paramilitary officer in Northern Ireland in the 1960s that he left his wife Nessa (Samantha Morton) and infant son Brian to live in self-imposed exile in a remote cottage in the woods.  Now, many years later, Brian (Samuel Bottomley) is struggling after joining the military himself and fears that he will end up just like his father.  Nessa sends Jem (Sean Bean), Ray's estranged brother, to deliver a letter asking him to return and help his son.  Tensions are palpable when Jem arrives because there is a lot of unresolved conflict between the brothers, most notably the fact that Jem is now married to Nessa and has raised Brian, but Ray eventually achieves a reconciliation with his brother and the possibility of one with his son.  Day-Lewis is a compelling presence (and often a terrifying one) on screen during the many scenes of protracted silence but it is in two very powerful monologues, especially the one in which he finally reveals the incident that psychologically scarred him, that he really proves why he is one of the greatest actors of his generation.  Bean and Morton are also outstanding actors but they are not given much to do beyond reacting with stoicism or concern, respectively.  The cinematography featuring the surrounding landscape is beautiful and atmospheric but there are also lots of intricately composed shots that range from vaguely symbolic (I had no idea what many of them were meant to represent, especially the supernatural elements) to utterly pretentious.  Finally, even though the story is slight, the pacing is still extremely sluggish (at least 30 minutes could have been removed from the runtime) and it becomes very boring tedious watching similar scenes over and over again. I really wanted to like this because I am a big fan of Day-Lewis but I wouldn't recommend it.

Good Boy

The second movie in my double feature at the Broadway last night was Good Boy and I loved the message about the loyalty of dogs.  Todd (Shane Jensen) is suffering from chronic lung disease when he decides to move from New York City to the isolated house in the woods where his grandfather (Larry Fessenden) died and where his grandfather's dog Bandit (Max) disappeared.  When he arrives, his dog Indy (himself) immediately senses a presence and repeatedly tries to warn Todd about the danger.  As Todd's health worsens and his behavior becomes more erratic, especially towards Indy and his sister Vera (Arielle Friedman) who frequently calls to check on him, the presence becomes more malevolent and manifests itself as shadows, unexplained noises, the ghosts of Todd's grandfather and Bandit, and, eventually, a dark entity that stalks and then tries to consume Todd.  Indy must go to extraordinary lengths to protect him.  The story is told entirely from Indy's POV and this is an incredibly clever premise because, as someone who has spent a lot of time around dogs, I know that they can intuit things that their human owners cannot.  It is also quite ingenious because a dog is not necessarily a reliable narrator which allows the audience to interpret the goings-on in several different ways (I choose to see the presence as a metaphor for illness).  It is really scary at times (at one point I jumped out of my seat), with clever cinematography and atmospheric lighting that uses reflections and shadows very effectively as well as an incredibly unnerving sound design, but it is also very emotional because of how Indy's unconditional love for Todd is portrayed.  Finally, Indy gives a fantastic performance (I think he is a better actor than his human co-stars) that is very compelling.  I definitely recommend this to fans of horror (and dogs).

The Smashing Machine

Last night I went to the Broadway for a double feature (there are so many movies I want to see in October).  I started with The Smashing Machine because I love inspirational sports movies and I was really intrigued by Dwayne Johnson's physical transformation in the trailer.  Unfortunately, I found it very underwhelming despite an outstanding performance from Johnson.  Mark Kerr (Johnson) is an incredibly successful UFC fighter who has never lost a match but, for financial reasons, he also fights in the Pride Fighting Championships in Japan.  When he loses a fight against Igor Vovchanchyn (Oleksandr Usyk) in a controversial decision, he spirals into depression which is exacerbated by his worsening dependence on prescription and illegal drugs.  When he overdoses, his best friend and fellow fighter Mark Coleman (Ryan Bader) convinces him to enter rehab.  He gets sober and begins training at a camp run by fellow fighter Bas Rutten (himself) in order to redeem himself at the next tournament in Japan but his dysfunctional relationship with his girlfriend Dawn Staples (Emily Blunt) threatens his comeback.  Johnson completely disappears into this role (I thought it was the hair but he is still unrecognizable when his character shaves his head before a match) and gives the best performance of his career.  In the scene after his first loss in Japan you can see the coiled rage in his body as the camera follows him walking to the locker room and then you can see him release it when he breaks down crying once he is alone.  It is a very powerful moment and Johnson conveys everything that Kerr is feeling without any dialogue.  I also really liked the way the fighting scenes were filmed because we see most of the action through the ropes from the POV of a spectator.  However, I found the narrative itself to be somewhat pointless.  This is a mild spoiler so you may want to stop reading but the first act sets up a revenge match between Kerr and Vovchanchyn since the latter won on an illegal move and the second act sets up a match between close friends Kerr and Coleman (either would have created interest and tension) but neither of these matches happen.  The filmmakers also take great pains to portray Staples as toxic and there is an incredibly satisfying moment when Kerr finally realizes it but an end title says that they eventually reconcile and marry which lessens the impact of that scene.  I understand that the filmmakers wanted to highlight a fighter who impacted the future of his sport without a lot of recognition but, in my opinion, Kerr is not a compelling enough subject for a movie.  I recommend giving this a miss.

Eleanor the Great

Last night my nephew and I returned to the Broadway (I have been there a lot this week) to see Eleanor the Great, Scarlett Johansson's directorial debut, and we both enjoyed it.  Eleanor Morgenstein (June Squibb) moves from Florida back to New York to live with her daughter Lisa (Jessica Hecht) after her longtime best friend Bessie (Rita Zohar) dies unexpectedly.  Her busy and distracted daughter signs her up for a class at the JCC but she accidentally ends up in a Holocaust survivor's support group.  When it is her turn to share with the group, she wants to explain the mistake but, because she feels so welcomed by the members, she tells Bessie's survival story as her own and this gets the attention of Nina (Erin Kellyman), a young journalism student grappling with the recent death of her mother who wants to profile Eleanor for an assignment.  They begin an unlikely friendship which helps Eleanor with her loneliness and Nina with her grief but it is tested when Eleanor's story takes on a life of its own and spirals out of control.  I think Eleanor's actions might be problematic for some, especially since it involves a very sensitive subject, and the resolution is a bit too convenient without much examination but Squibb is undeniably charismatic and delivers such a charming performance (one of her very best) that it compensates for many of the movie's flaws.  I also really enjoyed Kellyman's sensitive performance because it is a very authentic portrayal of grief (a scene where she smells the sweater that belonged to her mother is very moving and brought a tear to my eye) and a monologue by Zohar in the third act is incredibly powerful (I really liked that Bessie is the one talking about her experiences in flashbacks whenever Eleanor tells the story).  Much of this is very conventional, including the cinematography, editing, production design, and score, but I was charmed by the performances and think it is worth seeing for them.

Note:  My nephew was the youngest person in the theater and I was the second youngest!

One Battle After Another

I have been trying to keep my expectations in check lately because I have been disappointed by many of my most anticipated movies this year but it was really hard not to be excited for an early screening of One Battle After Another at the Broadway last night.  Luckily the hype for this is real because both my nephew and I loved it!  "Ghetto" Pat Calhoun (Leonardo DiCaprio) and Perfidia Beverly Hills (Teyana Taylor) are militants in a far-left revolutionary group known as French 75.  When the group rescues migrants from a detention center in California, Perfidia humiliates the commanding officer, Colonel Steven Lockjaw (Sean Penn), and he becomes fixated on her.  Pat and Perfidia begin a relationship and eventually have a daughter they name Charlene.  However, when a mission goes wrong, Lockjaw captures Perfidia which forces Pat and his daughter to go on the run and assume the names Bob and Willa Ferguson.  Lockjaw locates them living in a sanctuary city in Texas sixteen years later and, under the guise of a drug enforcement raid, he dispatches soldiers to capture Willa (Chase Infiniti) for reasons.  Deandra (Regina Hall), a French 75 member, arrives to warn them and Bob turns to Willa's karate sensei, Sergio St. Carlos (Benicio del Toro) for help rescuing her from Lockjaw.  This is an incredible spectacle with lots of twists and turns that kept me completely engaged and fantastic action set pieces that kept me on the edge of my seat, especially a suspenseful chase sequence involving three cars on an undulating road in the desert (the way this is filmed is absolutely brilliant because you never really know where the cars are in relation to each other and I was holding my breath the whole time).  This also had me and the rest of the audience laughing out loud, particularly the interactions between DiCaprio and del Toro and a running bit where Bob cannot remember any of the passwords used by French 75.  As funny as this is, the relationship between Bob and his daughter is really touching and the message about fighting for social justice is powerful.  DiCaprio is always great and Penn really leans into his character's villainy in one of his best performances but I was especially impressed with Infiniti because she delivers on both the emotion and the physicality (I really liked her character's arc).  This is one of Paul Thomas Anderson's most entertaining movies and it is one of my favorites this year.  I highly recommend it!

A Big Bold Beautiful Journey

I was on the fence about A Big Bold Beautiful Journey because the trailer didn't really do it for me but I ultimately decided to see it at the Broadway last night because I really like the director Kogonada (I think After Yang is brilliant) as well as actors Colin Farrell and Margot Robbie.  I should have trusted my instincts because I found this very disappointing.  David (Farrell) and Sarah (Robbie), both unhappy and alone, are compelled to rent the same 1994 Saturn SL from a quirky agency in order to attend an out of town wedding.  They meet and immediately decide that they are all wrong for each other but, when Sarah's car won't start, David offers to drive her home.  However, the GPS device (voiced by Jodie Turner-Smith) directs them to stop at various locations where they find doors that are really portals to various moments from their past, both real and imagined, which provide them with epiphanies intended to help them realize that they belong together.  I have to admit that this kind of movie is not really my thing but I think that even fans of the genre will find this as lifeless and boring as I did.  The premise of going back in time to learn from past mistakes is really intriguing but I could never figure out what the characters were meant to learn from these interludes because there are so many conflicting ideas and the filmmakers clearly think they are more profound than they actually are.  Farrell and Robbie are good actors but their performances in this are so bland (Phoebe Waller-Bridge and Kevin Kline are more interesting in their brief time on screen as employees of the car rental agency) and they have absolutely no chemistry (at no time did I think the characters belonged together).  The dialogue is incredibly contrived, even for a high concept film, and I started losing interest after yet another endless conversation about how wrong Sarah is for David.  Some of the visuals are gorgeous and I liked all of the Laufey needle drops but this was definitely a slog to get through and I recommend giving it a miss.

The History of Sound

I have wanted to see The History of Sound ever since I learned about it because I am a big fan of both Paul Mescal and Josh O'Connor and I finally had the chance last night at the Broadway.  It is a meditative, meandering, and melancholy portrait of forbidden love so, of course, I absolutely loved it!  Lionel Worthing (Mescal), a sensitive farm boy from Kentucky, and David White (O'Connor), a wealthy and charismatic orphan from Newport, Rhode Island, meet in 1917 as students at the New England Conservatory of Music in Boston and bond over their shared love of folk music.  They begin an affair but are separated when David is drafted to fight in World War I and Lionel returns to the farm.  They are both unhappy without each other so, after the war, David invites Lionel to assist him while traveling throughout rural Maine to collect recordings of folk songs on wax cylinders.  Even though he is happier than he has ever been during this interlude, Lionel realizes that a relationship with David is not possible when he suggests getting teaching positions near each other and they reluctantly part. He attempts to communicate with David but gives up when his letters go unanswered and spends the next few years pining for him while pursuing unhappy relationships and performing in Europe.  Lionel eventually finds closure and lets the memory of David go only to discover later in life the impact they both had on each other.  I really love a scene where Lionel explains that sound is able to be captured on a wax cylinder because, even though it cannot be seen, it creates a vibration that can be felt and this becomes a meaningful metaphor for the relationship between Lionel and David.  The narrative moves at a languid pace (so much longing!), loses focus in the second half (I really missed the presence of O'Connor on screen), and concludes with heartache and yet I still found it to be very compelling.  The cinematography featuring muted colors is beautiful, the score is incredibly evocative, and the nuanced performances are lovely.  I also really enjoyed all of the folk music used throughout, especially "The Unquiet Grave" because it foreshadows an important turning point for Lionel.  This might not appeal to everyone because it is so restrained but I recommend it to fans of the actors.

National Theatre Live: A Streetcar Named Desire

Yesterday afternoon I was able to see a screening of the National Theatre Live production of A Streetcar Named Desire which was filmed in 2014 at the Young Vic in London and presented by the Tanner Humanities Center and Salt Lake Film Society.  I was blown away by this bold interpretation of the classic play by Tennessee Williams!  Blanche DuBois (Gillian Anderson) arrives unannounced at the New Orleans apartment of her sister Stella Kowalski (Vanessa Kirby) and tells her that she has lost Belle Reve, their ancestral home in Mississippi, and has taken a leave of absence from her teaching job.  She intends to stay for an indeterminate amount of time and this, along with her obvious disdain for the cramped apartment in a working class neighborhood, earns her the enmity of Stella's husband Stanley (Ben Foster).  The genteel Southern belle shows her contempt for the crude and often violent mechanic on a daily basis until he discovers that she is not quite as respectable as she pretends to be.  When Stanley ruins Blanche's chances with a new suitor (Corey Johnson), the two of them have a highly charged physical confrontation which forces Stella to choose between her sister and her husband.  This is over three hours long and I was completely riveted!  The most intriguing aspect of this production is the set because, not only is it very modern and minimalist (everything is a bright white and looks like it came from Ikea), it continually revolves which provides a 360 degree view of what is happening.  This staging allows the audience to see the characters during moments when they are not part of the action and this really emphasizes the claustrophobia of the Kowalski apartment.  It also gives a new perspective on the characters and I found them to be much more sympathetic than I usually do (especially when Stanley sits on the fire escape and overhears Blanche tell Stella to leave him and when Blanche soaks in the bathtub and overhears Stanley criticize her).  I think this was probably even more powerful live because the camera often dictates where the audience should look in the filmed version.  The three central performances are all outstanding but Anderson is absolutely brilliant because you can actually see moments of fragility behind the haughty exterior.  The scene when she comes undone in a ball gown, a rhinestone tiara, and smudged lipstick is very powerful but I found her expression when trying to summon her dignity before being led away by the doctor to be one of the most poignant things I've seen on stage (or screen).  My only criticism is that some of the anachronistic dialogue should have been cut to fit the more contemporary set, costumes, and music (I found the line about Edgar Allan Poe in reference to the Kowalski apartment to be incredibly incongruous).  I loved seeing this (I wish I could have seen it live) and I am looking forward to the upcoming National Theatre Live productions of Inter Alia on October 18 and Mrs. Warren's Profession on November 8 at the Broadway.

Splitsville

I was in desperate need of a laugh so my nephew and I went to the Broadway last night to see Splitsville because the trailer looked really funny.  I did laugh out loud at some of the absurdist physical comedy but it is not the funniest film I've seen this year.  After a traumatic experience, Ashley (Adria Arjona) asks her husband Carey (Kyle Martin) for a divorce because she has been unfaithful and wants to continue sleeping with other people.  Carey commiserates with his best friend Paul (Michael Angelo Covino) and his wife Julie (Dakota Johnson) but he is shocked when Paul brags about having an open marriage and suggests that Carey and Ashley should do the same.  However, when Carey and Julie sleep together, both Ashley and Paul reconsider and realize that they didn't appreciate what they had until it was gone.  The entire premise is revealed in the trailer and, while it is amusing to see the increasingly ridiculous lengths to which both Ashley and Paul resort to get their spouses back, the story is really thin and the resolution is a foregone conclusion.  The characters are pretty unlikable and it is a bit frustrating that none of them seem to have any growth (the final scene mirrors one from the beginning beat for beat).  That being said, there are some hilarious scenes, including an extended fight between Carey and Paul that destroys the house (it is much more involved than what is shown in the trailer) and a sequence with goldfish on a roller coaster, and I did really enjoy many of the secondary characters, particularly all of Ashley's former lovers who move in with her and Carey.  This is a lot of fun if you can ignore the shortcomings and simply appreciate it as a screwball comedy and I recommend it to fans of the genre.

Note:  This has been billed as the funniest film of the year but I think it falls short of that description.  I do not see a lot of comedies but the funniest film I have seen this year is The Ballad of Wallis Island (it features very dry British humor so not everyone will agree with me).

Jaws

I had a blast seeing Jaws, the original summer blockbuster, on the big screen in a packed theater at the Broadway yesterday.  It is back in theaters with a 4K restoration for a limited engagement in honor of its 50th Anniversary and I think it holds up really well.  After several suspicious deaths happen in the waters around the island of Amity in New England, Police Chief Martin Brody (Roy Scheider) and marine biologist Matt Hooper (Richard Dreyfuss) believe it to be the work of a man-eating great white shark and want to close the beaches until it can be caught.  However, Mayor Larry Vaughn (Murray Hamilton) fears that closing the beaches over the Fourth of July holiday will hurt the economy and refuses to allow it.  After another attack on a crowded beach, Vaughn eventually agrees to hire an eccentric fisherman named Peter Quint (Robert Shaw) and both Brody and Hooper join him on his boat, the Orca, for a perilous hunt for the shark.  The fact that the audience rarely sees the shark but instead hears a menacing score by John Williams featuring the iconic alternating pattern of two notes adds to the unrelenting tension.  The scenes in which the shark actually appears are terrifying as a result, especially when it comes up on the deck of the boat to attack Quint, and I admit that I jumped out of my seat multiple times (although the first time was when Hooper dives down to the wreckage of a boat that was attacked by the shark).  I haven't seen this in a really long time, probably decades, and the narrative is much more thought-provoking than I remembered.  One of the themes that I really noticed is the clash between experience, as represented by Quint, and technology, as represented by Hooper, but I found it very interesting that Brody, the "everyman" character, is ultimately the one who is able to kill the shark (in a dramatic scene that elicited cheers from my audience).  This is such a great movie and I highly recommend seeing it as it was meant to be seen while it is back in theaters.