Navalny (2022)

 ☆ ☆ ☆ ½

Navalny (2022) – D. Roher

Of course, it is a terrifying tale taken straight from today’s news, and all the more impactful for that reason. Alexei Navalny, Russia’s opposition leader, was poisoned in 2020 and this documentary shows the unfolding events and subsequent investigation (which point straight to the FSB and Putin) with involvement by Navalny himself and access to his family, colleagues, etc. Filmmaker Daniel Roher manages to create suspense, outrage, and sympathy through some well-chosen footage, solid editing, music, etc. -- it’s the complete package (and if it was supporting a different viewpoint, we might call it propaganda)  Only occasionally do the filmmakers question Navalny about his views (he once joined a rally with neo-Nazi leanings) and you do have to wonder (not if he’s better than Putin, just about what he stands for beyond being against this dictator). He suggests that Russian politics are at a primitive stage, still arguing about the need for human rights, fair elections, etc., and that sounds about right. He’s a young charismatic guy with a loving family and a good sense of humour. I don’t think it gives anything away to reveal the downbeat ending – Navalny was arrested and placed in jail after returning to Russia and he’s still there.  The fact that Putin is still in power after his brazen attempt to assassinate, censor, and unjustly imprison Navalny is the even bigger shock.  Obviously, the war in Ukraine has suggested even further that he feels above the law and is either evil or insane or both.

 

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989)

 ☆ ☆ ☆ ½

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989) – S. Spielberg

By request from Amon (nearly 10 years old). I feel as though I must have watched this once or twice since its release in 1989 but I didn’t really remember much at all.  For example, there is a prelude where River Phoenix stars as the young Indiana Jones with a few nods toward the origin of various trademarks (whip, hat, fear of snakes)! Then, when Harrison Ford shows up, we are quickly into the adventure story which involves rescuing his father (Sean Connery), a professor of medieval literature, and finding the holy grail (yes, the real one).  I never read/saw the Da Vinci Code but, in my imagination, that book probably reads like this movie: the heroes have to solve a bunch of mysteries related to old texts, hidden tombs, ancient curses and booby traps and the like.  The Nazis are once again (as in the first film) the main antagonists, threatening to get to the grail first.  Director Steven Spielberg is clearly having fun here (Indy comes face-to-face with Hitler in one scene, played for laughs) and the action-adventure scenes are enjoyable/thrilling/comic. Sure, there are a lot of echoes of the first film (we haven’t watched the second because it is supposed to be too gory for young kids) but this didn’t interfere with our viewing pleasure. Harrison Ford is still in peak form and Connery plays against type with good effect.  It can’t top the original (Amon says it is his fave of all-time) but #3 is better than what came later (I don’t have high hopes for Indy 5 but Amon can’t wait).

 

Curse of the Crimson Altar (1968)

 ☆ ☆ ½

Curse of the Crimson Altar (1968) – V. Sewell

The drawcard here is that this late 60s horror film features not only Christopher Lee (Hammer’s Horror of Dracula, 1958, and more) and Barbara Steele (Black Sunday, 1960, and more) but also Boris Karloff (no introduction needed) who was by this point confined to a wheelchair. Each of them is as charismatic as always but there isn’t really much happening in this film, except a bit of high weirdness. Robert Manning (Mark Eden) goes in search of his missing brother to an old village/estate where they celebrate the burning of a witch, Lavinia Morley (Steele), centuries earlier – except that through some magic Lavinia still haunts the place and seeks to destroy the descendants of her destroyers (the Mannings, of course).  There isn’t any gore here and only the mildest of grindhouse titillation and not even any scares, just a few scenes meant to be psychedelic, I think. Perhaps these scenes where Steele tries to force the Mannings to sign their souls away in the devil’s book make the film worth it. Or perhaps Karloff’s gleeful look when he says he collects “instruments of torture” is enough. But other than that, it is just a lot of waiting around while Eden talks to the others or searches the old house and grounds. Not terrible.

 

Son of the South (2020)

 ☆ ☆ ☆

Son of the South (2020) – B. A. Brown

An important film, in that any film about the Civil Rights era and the courage of those who stood up for social justice is important, providing a valuable reminder and lesson for people today. However, I do wonder whether this message still needs to be carried via a white protagonist – shouldn’t a film about the black struggle for respect feature black actors in the central roles? That said, this is a story drawn from Bob Zellner’s autobiography and is specifically about his experience as a white southerner from Alabama who became an important ally for the cause, as a founding member of SNCC (the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee). And to the extent that white audiences still require a white identification figure, perhaps Bob (Lucas Till) can still help draw in some who wouldn’t otherwise watch a black film (I suspect though that those resistant to this message won’t be watching anyway). Brian Dennehy adds his star power (in one of his final roles) as Bob’s grandfather, a member of the KKK.  Potentially true to reality, Bob is portrayed as naïve but earnest, an observer of the bus boycott, freedom ride, and other key events that are really organised by Rosa Parks (Sharonne Lanier), John Lewis (Dexter Darden) and other black leaders played by Lex Scott Davis, Cedric the Entertainer, Chaka Forman, and Shamier Anderson. Much of the movie was filmed in Montgomery, Alabama, and notably my uncle Timothy Lennox has a small speaking part as a reporter interviewing freedom ride participants. The film is very watchable but I felt it had one false note near the end, when Bob wins another moral victory against a racist acquaintance from college (who I thought folded far too easily when challenged). Definitely worth seeing for its spotlight on this crucial period in American history (and lessons that sadly seem relevant even today).

 

The Card Counter (2021)

 ☆ ☆ ☆ ½

The Card Counter (2021) – P. Schrader

I have to give credit to Paul Schrader for this screenplay – it has an elegance and simplicity that weaves “current events” and philosophical weight together in a way that honours his long-standing themes and still holds together as a commercial entertainment. However, I am not sure these were the right actors to pull it off. Oscar Isaac is fine, although subdued, as the casino-haunting lead with the need for redemption (due to tragic past actions) but Tye Sheridan seems less capable of embodying the naïve young man seeking revenge for transgressions against his family.  Tiffany Haddish is only along for the ride as the conduit to high stakes poker games (and eventual love interest) – we don’t see into her character. Willem Dafoe has only a glorified cameo, looking somewhat John Boltonesque.  What might this have been with other more astute players, one can only guess. Schrader is a matter-of-fact director (although First Reformed showed a tendency toward intense surrealism that I didn’t notice in the past) – would another director have turned the screws tighter on the emotional pain inherent here? Scorsese (who produced) might have made something more operatic but that might not have honoured the impulse toward Bresson that Schrader clearly followed. Although the locations are drab and the action largely muted as in Bresson (save for a few flashbacks)  – and the use of poker tournaments as a plot device brings with it an inherent tension (and win/lose emphasis) – the film doesn’t quite capitalise on its promise.   

 

The French Dispatch (2021)

☆ ☆ ☆ ½

The French Dispatch (2021) – W. Anderson

By now (and this is his 10^th feature), the Wes Anderson film is instantly recognisable. A sort of camp and twee approach with excessive attention to little details that evoke a feeling of nostalgia for the way things used to be. The look of a Richard Scarry book – but for adults (Anderson doesn’t shy away from sex or violence, but they are somehow made cute or absurd). The French Dispatch contains a triptych of stories based on the conceit of a Kansas newspaper publisher’s son (Bill Murray) moving to Ennui, France to publish stories from abroad for the readership back home.  Fast forward 30 years and Howitzer, Jr. (Murray) has passed away, stating in his will that the current issue of the magazine must be the last.  We are then treated to three stories (after a bit of a ramble by Owen Wilson): 1) Benicio del Toro as a murderer with a life sentence who becomes an abstract artist, with Léa Seydoux as his (naked) muse/prison guard, Adrien Brody as the art dealer who cultivates him and Tilda Swinton as an agent for the big collector who purchases his work; 2) Frances McDormand as a writer for the magazine who advises young people (including Timothée Chalamet and Lyna Khoudri) about their (Paris ’68 styled) manifesto and gets somewhat too involved; and 3) Jeffrey Wright as a reporter recalling an episode where he was invited to dinner by the police commissaire (Mathieu Amalric) to taste the delights of the police chef (Steve Park) who later creates poisoned delicacies (with radish) to rescue a young boy from kidnappers.  I had high hopes for the film after an opening nod to Jacques Tati but for all their spirited art direction and set decoration, alternating film stocks, stylised subtitles, and witty references, the stories tend to drag and sag in the middle, never quite cohering into a delicious confection like The Grand Budapest Hotel, 2014 (to which there is something of a family resemblance here). All told, this is a perfectly typical Wes Anderson film but not the best place to start with his oeuvre.

 

Sumo Do, Sumo Don’t (1992)

 ☆ ☆ ☆ ½

Sumo Do, Sumo Don’t (1992) – M. Suô

Amon checked this out of the library and it was fun to watch it as a family.  A classic underdogs-make-good comedy using the traditional formula that sees a bunch of oddballs rally to beat a team of obnoxious bullies.  The big difference, of course, is that the sport here is sumo wrestling which is pretty weird, even if it is Japan’s national sport.  The focus is on a university sumo team which has lost all of its members and is in danger of being de-registered.  So, the professor who serves as coach has to recruit students to join up for the year’s competitions, the students don’t have to be fat and the main character is played by former idol Masahiro Motoki (later seen in Oscar winning Departures, 2008). Comic relief is offered by Naoto Takenaka, whose character gets diarrhea every time he feels stressed.  So, you can see the type of humour on display here.  It is also surprising (or not) to see just how dated a 1992 film can be, with some of the sexist jokes falling extremely flat these days (and fortunately over the heads of the kids).  Of course, it is still a “feel good” film, because you really do want this assortment of outsiders to triumph -- and, as everyone can foresee, they do.