The Bridge (Series 1; 2011)

☆ ☆ ☆ ½

The Bridge (Series 1; 2011) – M. Mårlind, H. Rosenfeldt, & B. Stein

In search of a series that I can watch in the limited time between when the kids go to bed and when I need to get some shut-eye before work the next day, I turned to yet another cop drama/serial killer thriller. This one did come highly recommended – from Sweden/Denmark. We begin with a dead body found on the bridge between Copenhagen and Malmo, neatly placed exactly halfway across the border. Swedish detective Saga Norén (Sofia Helin) takes charge of the investigation – she has an unusual way of interacting with people, let’s say she is neurodivergent – but she is an excellent detective. She is partnered with Danish investigator Martin Rohde (Kim Bodnia) who is bemused by her behaviour but comes to feel affection for her. His family life is complicated – his 20 year old son from a former marriage has just started living with him and his wife and their young children. As the case unfolds, the writers deftly weave the lives of the detectives into the fabric of the mystery – is the killer someone they’ve known or worked with? What is his motive? The 10-part series is gripping enough and the characters are rich and charismatic – it might lead to binge watching.  But, in the end, it's just another in a long line of similar thrillers, enjoyable while it lasts, but evaporating soon after. I’m not sure I’m ready for the second series just yet, but maybe someday.

  

Alias Nick Beal (1949)

 ☆ ☆ ☆ ½

Alias Nick Beal (1949) – J. Farrow

Although Ray Milland plays the title character, a Mephistophelean political advisor to District Attorney Joseph Foster (Thomas Mitchell), the film really belongs to Mitchell who descends the slippery slope inherent in the Faustian bargain offered by Nick Beal. This is Goethe by way of political noir: should Foster run for governor on the back of his successful prosecution of a local gangster (facilitated by Beal)? Should he allow Beal to make a deal with another corrupt politician that will bring him the voting bloc he needs to win? Foster may think that becoming governor will enable him to do all the good he can but we can see the corrosive effect on his morals with each baby step in the wrong direction, goaded by Beal. Milland, who had already won the Best Actor Oscar three years earlier (for The Lost Weekend, 1945), plays Beal as a shadowy figure with strange eyes, always on the periphery of the scenes he is in. He plays harder with Donna Allen (Audrey Totter), a prostitute whom he refashions into a competent campaign assistant for Foster, who we think is also positioned to lead him into an affair. Throughout the film, the references to Beal as the devil incarnate proliferate but it’s difficult to know his game – does he seek only Foster’s soul, or a high-placed political leader that he can control? Director John Farrow (Mia’s dad) and cinematographer Lionel Lindon keep things suitably noir with lots of foggy locales. Mitchell seems genuinely torn and remorseful but the film either never becomes dark enough or the inevitable ending isn’t the right one (although it is pretty weird).

 

Night at the Crossroads (1932)

 ☆ ☆ ☆ ½

Night at the Crossroads (1932) – J. Renoir

Long before the mystery movie became standard fare – and predating film noir by a good decade or so -- Jean Renoir directed this Inspector Maigret mystery (from Georges Simenon). It’s an early sound film but it doesn’t feel stagebound – instead, the camera is out and about in the countryside, or more specifically, a muddy suburb of Paris where a few houses cluster around a dodgy petrol station and garage. We’re introduced to the community gradually – we don’t actually see Maigret (Pierre Renoir, the director’s brother) until the murder/robbery is discovered – but the characters we meet quickly turn on an immigrant couple (from Denmark) as chief suspects (based on xenophobia alone, it seems). But Maigret and his team soon realise that Carl Anderson is probably innocent and Maigret heads out to the suburb to get the lay of the land. Carl’s sister (played by Winna Winifried) hangs all over Maigret and other suspects act suspiciously. And then a strange thing happens – either a reel is missing or Renoir neglected to film some scenes (reports differ). Maigret closes in on the villain(s), there is a car chase, and the case is wrapped up.  Yet Renoir has captured a mood, shooting often at night, and although the mystery turns out not to matter as much, the film showcases Renoir’s talent and fits (between La Chienne, 1931, and Boudu Saved from Drowning, 1932) nicely into his amazing streak of masterpieces and near-masterpieces of the 1930s (topped off by The Grand Illusion, 1937, and The Rules of the Game, 1939). Although not the rare lost treasure I had hoped to discover, still a solid entry in the canon.

 

School of Rock (2003)

 ☆ ☆ ☆ ½

School of Rock (2003) – R. Linklater

Somehow, I went 20 years without seeing this film, not for any particular reason other than that it seemed like a kids’ film and I am an adult. Now that my kids are old enough, it happened.  Jack Black plays Dewey Finn, a perpetual adolescent who has just been kicked out of his classic rock band and just before the city’s battle of the bands is about to begin. He’s also about to be kicked out of his apartment, if he can’t get together his share of the rent.  So, when the principal (Joan Cusack) of a prestigious prep school calls looking to offer his roommate (screenwriter Mike White) a substitute teaching job, Dewey decides to take the gig, masquerading as his friend (“Mr. S.”).  Of course, he doesn’t know how to teach, but what he does know is ROCK.  You really need to have a high tolerance for Jack Black and his schtick to enjoy this movie – personally, I like him, so it worked for me, but it is definitely all high-octane goofy improv action. (Director Richard Linklater must have been a fan of Tenacious D.). Basically, Dewey takes his 5^th grade class and teaches them to be a rock band who he imagines will eventually back him in the battle-of-the-bands. It’s your traditional bad-news-bears-styled plot, the underdogs make good: you’ve seen it before. The kids vary in their performances but no one is too terribly cringe-worthy and under Linklater’s expert direction, some heartstrings are pulled. Classic rock fills the soundtrack.  It’s a feel good affair, occasionally funny, and good for 5^th grade kids (and not bad for parents).