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You can understand the appeal of the film’s story and script, as Isaiah Washington plays a priest with a suspect past… and has been reassigned to a boarding school with what we can only assumed is a history of pedophilia. The best part is that, without even having screened the film, you know it’s going to take seriously the problem of sexual abuse in the Church. And the film lives up to that expectation. Where the film missteps, though, is that it’s made primarily from an evangelical point of view while being set in a Catholic boarding school—which makes it kind of a case of the pot trying to be all serious and stuff about the kettle’s problems, if you know what I mean.
God in the Headlights
I can’t imagine Bartlett being satisfied with a $4 million or $12 million version of this film. The style and subject matter are ideally matched to its budget… and this is a film that Bartlett’s idols would, I think, admire—for its trueness to life, its passion, its resolute artiness, its humanity, and its understanding of emotion and the artistic impulse. This is a ultimately a cosmic love story—not only about “the lost and lonely, and their late-night ways,” as Nick Lowe put it, but about how love works its way out in a divine and mysterious fashion. It’s easy to think that God has it out for us, and that Free Will is a sham, when there really is a grand design behind it all.
Moms and Daughters Mending Fences
Part domestic drama, part detective story, the film works best as the tale of a mom trying to right some of the wrongs of the past and rebuild a connection to her daughter. Although the attractive Nicole Gale Anderson, as Bianca, is the star of this show, former model and longtime TV-movie staple Cynthia Gibb anchors the cast (and story) as Jacqui. Like other MTI-release heroines, Gibb is an actor who is not afraid to look her age—in this case, 40 and motherly. But I have to say… the denouement to this story is one of the silliest I’ve seen in a long, long time. Can there really be a happy (strike that: giddy) ending for Bianca and Jacqui here?
Like Mary Haverstick (you really ought to look up her poetic 2008 film Home, featuring Marcia Gay Harden), director Eric Mendelsohn has a poet’s sense with both the cinema and the rhythms of sound and vision. Individual sequences, like those in Aaron Wiederspahn’s The Sensation of Sight, are designed with a painter’s sense of composition and light, and the score by Michael Nicholas, with whom Mendelsohn worked on his lone prior feature film, lends the film the air of a pointillist Copland concerto, if that makes any sense. 3 Backyards will probably end up being too upbeat for “serious critics” yet too dark for any but arthouse audiences. But give me cinema like this any day.
Biographical War Film, Straight Up
A twenty-something international adventurer and rogue, Manus first saw military action as a volunteer with the Finnish army in their brief war with the Russians at the outset of the Second World War—and his recollections of that horror form the flashback framework for his autobiographical account of his anti-Nazi resistance work during the German occupation of Norway. This is one of those “true story” films which is so earnest in getting all the details “right” that much of the life has been sucked out of it. At the same time, stylistically speaking, the film fits in nicely with classic European war films like The Bridge on the River Kwai, Zulu, or even Richard Attenborough’s A Bridge Too Far.
Take Science… Seriously
Part loony gonzo documentary (think Morgan Spurlock) and part earnest science project (think Mythbusters with really, really big budgets and brainiac nerds instead of uber-fanboys), BLAST! is director Paul Devlin’s film of his astrophysicist brother Mark Devlin’s attempt to put a telescope in high-Earth orbit to gather clues about the origins of the Universe. If that sounds like a pretty esoteric thing to wrap your brain around… well, it is. But Mark Devlin and his team of scientists and grad students are just wacky enough to make it all fun, and Paul Devlin’s style is light enough not to bog down proceedings. Much. (It is a science film, after all!)
Challenging Take on Alternative Realities
I can see why Chatroom feels more like Cheatroom to those who want it to do more and be more. The film is rated R for “disturbing violent content, some sexual material and brief language.” And yes, the disturbing violent content is there in about as strong a dose as you’d want before crossing over into NC-17 territory. But these teens are far more sexually restrained than those in, say, American Pie or even Animal House. And when it comes to language, this almost feels like an episode of Glee. But for me, that’s a recommendation. Chatroom is a reminder that you don’t have to be trashy to be edgy, prurient to be challenging, or boundary-pushing to be creative.
Getting Lost, Getting Saved
“As you know, this business is type-casting,” says Bill Collector star Gary Moore. “And when you’re a good fit for the part it’s just so fun and easy. And I was just really Lorenzo. I was arrested at sixteen years old for being a pretty major drug dealer. And I was sent off to a work farm in South Dakota. And when you’re in South Dakota in the winter, on a work farm, you tend to think your life over real fast. I thought, ‘Wow! Where am I now? I’m a Chicago inner-city kid in the middle of nowhere, and I think God’s trying to get my attention!’”
Tasty, Light, and Flaky
Like Bill Forsyth’s films, James Hacking’s Kitchen is well stocked with local flavor (in this case, the fictional town of Wooten Dusset) and low-key characterizations. And like Hero, Kitchen features an American character as the wildcard who stirs the pot: Kate Templeton, a food critic (and divorcee) on sabbatical… whose globe-trotting daddy just happens to live in the town where once-promising chef (and widower) Rob Haley proposes to resurrect his low-profile culinary career. If you can stomach a little schmaltz with your entrée, Love’s Kitchen is a tasty little cinematic treat. Just don’t expect cailles en sarcophage… but you’re not likely to need Rolaids, either.
In the Mold of Surf Classics
In this ultra-image-conscious and commoditized age, it appears that the surfing community is taking the reins of its self image, and making sure (to a degree) that what appears onscreen bears some positive and constructive resemblance to the values it actually espouses. The outcome of the plot is predictable (and at times awfully cheesy), but the good news is that this film is actually more squeaky clean, relatively speaking, than the values presented by most Disney teen-star films these days. The surfers in this film care about each other and about their planet more than they care about money, pop culture, and drugs or booze. So Funicello, aside from that silly hair, would almost fit right in.
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