Review: The Little Hours (2017)

I loved this movie. A loose adaptation of one of the tales in the Decameron. It’s HILARIOUS.

My review of The Little Hours is now up at Rogerebert.com.

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“Got a light?” Twin Peaks, episode 8

In case you missed it, here’s my friend Keith’s re-cap (although this series is redefining what a recap even IS and I say GOOD) of episode 7.

Episode 8 felt like a mini-retrospective of Lynch’s career. Up to and including Club Silencio. The only thing I’ll say is that Elvis Presley “hit” in 1956, and obliterated all that came before him (not really, but that was the perception.) Overnight, he made the current radio hits obsolete. The Platters’ “My Prayer” – also released in 1956 – may as well have been released in 1936 as opposed to 1956. A sound exploding up from the South, pushing upwards and outwards in a Big Bang, overtaking the universe, an explosion of energy that could not be controlled, creation and destruction, both. (A guy from Nashville who played guitar at the Grand Ole Opry said that – in the years of 1955, 56, 57, “Elvis vaporized country music.” It took 15 years for country music to recover its confidence in itself after Elvis.) The explosion of sexual and creative energy unleashing a rough beast slouching towards Bethlehem? Or the rough beast may actually be a bug-frog hybrid – just as all of the different music genres, isolated on their own radio stations, merged to become what is still – to this day – known as pop music – crawling inside the mouths of teenage girls across the land?

Teenage girls are always at the vanguard of any revolutionary cultural upheaval.

This is what David Lynch has done to me, allowed me to traipse around in my own store-room of associations, and I am very grateful. I haven’t even begun to absorb that episode.

On the other hand, I found it to be one of the more straightforward episodes in the entire series thus far. An origin story. Lynch-style.

Here’s Noel Murray’s “recap”: White Light White Heat.

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Review: At long last, Sofia Coppola’s The Beguiled (2017)

God, I loved it. Here’s my review over on Rogerebert.com.

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“Fuck you, Tammy!” Keith Uhlich’s recap of Twin Peaks, episode 7

There are a couple of other people doing re-caps whom I also enjoy (Noel Murray at the Times), for one, but Keith’s hit the sweet spot in terms of analysis, humor, an eye for detail, as well as a willingness to let the mysteries just be. Speculating on what it all means, for sure, but not insisting on one theory or another. It’s a relief!

Here is Keith’s latest MUBI recap of episode 7.

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Celebrating the Disreputable: An interview with Charles Taylor about his new book Opening Wednesday at a Theater or Drive-in Near You: The Shadow Cinema of the American ’70s

Charles Taylor’s new book Opening Wednesday at a Theater Or Drive-In Near You: The Shadow Cinema of the American ’70s was an intense pleasure to read. He discusses 15 films from the 1970s, films that were not made as prestige pictures, films not considered classics (well, okay, maybe two of them are now), films that were sniffed at as too raunchy, too violent, too … too much in general. These movies were dumped into second-run theatres and drive-ins, and were car movies, blaxploitation pictures, thrillers … genre movies that, nonetheless, speak deeply about the time in which they were made. Films like Prime Cut, Hickey & Boggs, Foxy Brown, Eyes of Laura Mars, Two-Lane Blacktop, Citizens Band … Many of these I had seen, many I had not, and will rectify that as soon as possible.

I interviewed Charley (he’s a friend) about his book, and the interview is now up at Rogerebert.com.

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Sweeping. It’s All About the Sweeping. Twin Peaks, episode 7

It’s ALSO all about my friend Larry Clarke, as one of the cops who questions poor baffled Dougie (Kyle McLachlan) and Dougie’s increasingly irate wife (Naomi Watts) about their missing car. I squealed when I saw Larry stroll into the room. I loved the deadpan-cop routine, the synchronized reaching for the notebooks, but also the vague sense of confusion that this guy is … what the hell is going on with this guy? Larry got to be yelled at by Naomi Watts. Yes! And randomly, Larry’s partner was played by David Koechner, a guy I knew back in the Chicago improv days, when I was hanging out at Improv Olympic all the time with this fella, who was a bigwig there. Worlds collide.

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“This isn’t Paris.” “I know.” Interview with Shelagh Carter, director of Before Anything You Say (2017)

Shelagh Carter is a Winnipeg-based filmmaker. Her feature film Passionflower, was a frankly autobiographical story – beautifully told – about growing up with a mentally ill mother. It won numerous awards. I interviewed Shelagh about Passionflower here. Her latest feature, Before Anything You Say, is an extremely intense hour-long film about a couple who have reached an almost total impasse in their relationship. Starring Darcy Fehr and Kristen Harris (both of whom played the lead roles in Passionflower), Before Anything You Say is an at-times hallucinatory look at what happens when things are left unsaid, when trust is broken, when the mere prospect of “breaking up” CAUSES the breaking-up to start occurring. A deeply unsettling film, beautifully written, acted, and directed, Before Anything You Say is making its premiere at the Madrid International Film Festival in July, and Carter has been nominated for Best Director, Harris for Best Actress, and Chad Tremblay for editing.

It’s a poignant and profound film, and it has a “mess” to its structure and approach (I mean that as highest praise) that is a welcome change to the easily-summed-up and easily-digested material that now passes for “adult relationship” dramas. What happens in Before Anything You Say is that as the crisis intensifies, as the words they use get more and more cruel (albeit truthful), you feel the fragility of any bond between humans, you feel wonder that anyone “makes it” at all. Will these two “make it”? Their connection is very strong. They have built a life together. That life is now threatened. Nobody faces such a situation calmly. Well, maybe sociopaths do. But these two – educated and articulate people – do their best to contain the situation, before completely surrendering to the chaos of the impending crisis. Fear is at the heart of it. Anticipatory fear of loss, regret, grief. Kristen Harris and Darcy Fehr both give phenomenal performances.

Recently, I interviewed Shelagh Carter about Before Anything You Say.

Sheila O’Malley: I was thinking about Passionflower and how Passionflower has a formal structure to it and Before Anything You Say does not. Before Anything You Say jumps around in chronology, fracturing the timeline of events. I wondered if you could talk about developing Before Anything You Say, and how you decided on HOW you would tell the story.

Shelagh Carter: The earliest film that inspired me was the famous Hiroshima Mon Amour, a collaboration between Alain Resnais and Marguerite Duras. He always drove home working with writers and he wanted to see if cinema could tolerate language. I mean that in the best sense of the word, because as a cinema person I always think of the image, like Antonioni, for example. Antonioni would put all these pictures together and then put dialogue to the picture, and it was very sparse and much more traditionally what we conceive of as being cinematic. But I also felt that I had something to say, and so I took the story idea to Debbie Schnitzer. We had also just seen the Darcy Fehr play George in a fabulous production of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?

SOM: He must have been amazing.

SC: He was terrific. And at the same time Brad [Carter’s husband] had just gotten this opportunity and he was gone and here I was, in the prairies, by myself, in the place he wanted to move to. Our relationship was the springboard for me sitting with Debbie and talking about how painful it is when you miss each other, when you think you know the other person – to love someone is to know them – and then suddenly they take a Left turn. We wanted to mix some of the personal with fictional aspects.

SC: When it came to the structure of the script, I said I wanted to play with past and present. I wanted to experiment with memory. We were talking about where they might have traveled to, and it was Debbie who said, “Paris. Paris is usually the place of love and nostalgia, but for this couple they can’t find what Paris is.” All of those ideas were circling around and then Debbie went away, she watched Hiroshima Mon Amour, and she wrote. Then she sent it to me and we had a reading with Kristen [Harris] and Darcy. The two of them both said, “We’ve got to do this!” We knew it was going to be experimental in structure and we all needed to just trust that. It was 6 days of shooting. I trusted all the years of directing, I had to trust it, and I trusted these two actors. They really went for it. There was a little bit of fear, I think, to really go to those emotional places.

SOM: I wonder if a condensed shooting schedule helped with that.

SC: I think yes, it did. There was a claustrophobic sense of not being able to move on.

SOM: There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to ask you this question, because I like thinking about it myself. In the film, there are brief inserts of other people, younger women, the woman at the coffee shop, the woman at the bar, the couple walking on the street, seeing the girls out the window, shots of long-haired women walking away from the camera. I love this element of the film. You don’t have to tell me what it means, but could you talk about those choices?

SC: It’s tied to what hasn’t been addressed within the couple. The fact that she abandoned her daughter. The fact that she’s heard from her from time to time. The fact that instead Martin reaches out to her. The father takes care of everybody else’s son and can’t take care of his own. They’re both haunted. And then there’s the trafficking of women, the lack of respect for women …

SC: We wanted to gently touch on that without overkill, and we also wanted to deal with repetition. These people keep showing up. What world are they really in? Are they contaminating the two main characters? Or are they there to point out that they haven’t dealt with their shit?

SOM: The relationship is so toxic, they’re so trapped, so those moments where you step outside of it and the outside world creeps in, or they’re caught by something that they see – it’s like they’re stepping outside of their own dream.

SC: Interestingly enough, just by chance, I came across a book by a man in Edinburgh (Nikolaj Lübecker)- it’s called The Feel-Bad Film, and he’s done beautiful writing about Haneke and Lars von Trier and Claire Denis and Brian Da Palma, and how the movies by these directors do not try to solve everything to keep the audience happy. When we screened the film privately for my cast and crew, some of the people who were the extras showed up and brought their wives, and the next day I got a letter from one of the wives who said “You were talking about how we forget to be kind to each other in what we say. We don’t take responsibility for what we say. Either we’re too frightened or we have to win something.” She said she went for a long walk that morning because she really needed to think about it.

SOM: The film reminded me of how Clifford Odets would toss you into his plays where the characters would be mid-argument. You’d have to play catch-up as an audience member. Doing something like that was a revelation in the 30s and it’s still rare now. Cassavetes would do that too. Toss ’em in, they’ll sink or swim. When we first meet Jack and Isobel [in Before Anything You Say], they’re already at Level 11.

SC: I went to Toronto to do post, and Pete Soltesz – he’s the producer on my next film, and he supervised post-production for this one – he sits me down and says, “I have to talk to you about the film. We’re having arguments about who’s on whose side. I’m on the side of the husband. And Eric is on the side of the wife.” The post-production team were fighting about the film! And it was all men. “No, I like the husband!” “She’s a bitch.” “He’s not listening to her.” “Look how he treats her! He’s not telling the truth!”

SOM: You already had a working relationship with Darcy and Kristen in Passionflower where they played husband and wife – in a similar stressful difficult relationship. Could you talk to me about working with them?

SC: Both of them had something that scared them about it. It hit them in different ways. As soon as Kristen’s on a set, she’s there. Any anxiety leading up to that moment disappears and she’s just there. Darcy has always played these characters who need to seem to be good guys. And this character challenged him to be brave and to get ugly. And he did it, he went there. But we were all under stress about doing the film. I was wearing the producer hat as well. I had to say to Darcy, “You’re just going to have to trust me.” And – fantastically – being afraid, or whatever was going on, fueled his performance in a way that was fabulous.

SOM: He broke my heart.

SC: He really is so heartbreaking. I’m so grateful that I had their trust.

SOM: The music in the film is gorgeous.

SC: Keri Latimer is a local musician that I really like. I worked with her on Is It My Turn. Debbie and I sent the script to her to see how she responded to the material and she really got it. We didn’t want the music to be overkill. She just nailed it. It was the right person, right place, right time.

SOM: Let’s talk about the camerawork. there’s so much going on. You’re in a room with them, for the most part, and the two of them are all over the place and the camera is getting all of it.

SC: Ousama Rawi was the cinematographer – he’s so great, he has been such a great mentor to me. Sometimes he kicks my ass and I love it. He believes in me so he’s going to give me the straight goods. The bar is high. Why do we settle? No. We do not settle. I love that about him.

SOM: I love the shot – one of my favorite shots in the film – where the camera is at the bottom of the bed and she’s in the red negligee and she’s lying back and you can see her nose sticking up over her body and everything around her is white. You don’t linger on it like, “Here’s an artsy shot.” But the film is filled with beautiful-looking moments like that.

SC: This is [editor] Chad Tremblay’s first feature but he and I have worked many times now on short films. He’s one of my former students. He was in my class on the Tuesday of September 11th. Thats how long I’ve known him. He is a wunderkind. And we just get each other. He brings so much to the process. I’d say, “Let’s try some jumpcuts.” He’d say “Yeah!” And Debbie too – she’s this post-modernist poet – she would love the story to be even stranger than it already is! But anyway, the three of us would look at the film and think about rhythm. Chad has a musician’s background and that helps too. When we heard of the nominations we got for Madrid, I assumed it would be for acting and photography …

SOM: Anyone but you, in other words.

SC: Yes, exactly! And then I learned I was nominated, and even now I got goosebumps. But I was so proud of Chad for getting a nomination for editing. I called him and said, “Are you sitting down?”

SOM: Editing is always important but in something like this, it’s even more so. The film could have been static, but it’s not.

SC: David Mamet said that editing is like a dream – your subconscious is going to show you only what you want to see. And so I’d go away and I’d think about it, “What is the ending? I don’t think I want them in the shot. I think I just want their voices.” We worked with montages, and then we found it, we found the ending.

I’ve been rejected by a few festivals and one of them sent me the jury comments. The first guy was like, “These people, who cares, they live in a beautiful house, they don’t have any problems.” He missed the whole point. I’m not trying to lecture anyone. I trust that there is an audience who wants to talk about this stuff. I get that it’s not for everybody but every film isn’t meant to be for everybody. I guess this film is in the feel-bad category.

SOM: I found myself flip-flopping in allegiance as I watched it. It’s not like she’s a witch and he’s emasculated, or he’s abusive and she’s a victim. They’re people fighting for themselves and their relationship. I found myself thinking, “Oh my God, I would walk out on that woman, too.” But then I started to see how he was shutting her out of his decisions. There was a real sense of her abandonment issues. He is making a decision about his life and trying to involve her, but in her mind, he’s leaving her.

SC: Exactly. It’s there and we were trying not to flag it. It’s a feeling that registers. To be honest, it doesn’t register with everybody. My wonderful producer and production designer Taavo Soodor came to the screening and said, “There’s nothing out there that’s like this film.” I’m discovering in my next film – which has a more Chekhovian influence – that all of my work in some way is about aspects of betrayal. And abandonment. It’s something really deep in me from my own childhood, and it’s coming up in different forms.

before anything you say (official trailer) from Darkling Pictures on Vimeo.

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Review: The Journey (2017)

I am reconciled to the fact that no matter what I wrote here, I would piss off someone. Welcome to the world of discussing Irish politics.

My review of The Journey is now up at Rogerebert.com.

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R.I.P. Anita Pallenberg

Below is just one of the many many sections in Keith Richards’ awesome memoir that describes the captivating power of Anita Pallenberg, actress, artist, muse, wild child, Connector (to use Malcolm Gladwell’s term) … You read about her adventures in the book with Brian Jones and then – more significantly – Keith, and you can’t believe it all went down that way. Racing across Europe, facing jail time, drug possession charges, fleeing to Marrakech, holed up in a castle, hiding out from Brian Jones, Keith says that it was “boinky boinky boink” all the way down to Africa … It’s all just too dramatic to believe.

What a life. She and Richards have three children and at this point, those children have children, making Richards and Pallenberg literally the coolest grandparents on the planet. Pallenberg was also an actress, appearing in a couple of classics in the period (Barbarella, Performance)

Here’s an excerpt from Richards’ memoir. He speaks of Pallenberg at length, and it is clear from all he says that although their relationship was tempestuous (understatement of the century), her role goes far beyond being an inspiring force to one of the most famous bands in the world. He loved her. He respected her. He “got” who she was, and he valued it. He respected it. He also starts off the Anita introduction with the immortal words, “Anita, sexy fucking bitch.” Maybe you have to be a certain kind of person to hear the love and respect in those words.

Here’s Keith:

One of the prime women in the world.

She came out of an artistic world, and she had quite a bit of talent herself – she was certainly a lover of art and pally with its contemporary practitioners and wrapped up in the pop art world. Her grandfather and great-grandfather were painters, a family that had gone down, apparently, in a blaze of syphilis and madness. Anita could draw. She grew up in her grandfather’s big house in Rome but spent her teens in Munich at a decadent German aristos school where they threw her out for smoking, drinking and – worst of all – hitchhiking.

When she was sixteen she got a scholarship to a graphics school in Rome near the Piazza del Popolo, which was when she started hanging out at that tender age in the cafes with the Roman intelligentsia, “Fellini and all those people,” as she put it. Anita had a lot of style. She also had an amazing ability to put things together, to connect with people. This was Rome in the Dolce Vita period. She knew all the filmmakers – Fellini, Visconti, Pasolini; in New York she’d connected with Warhol, the pop art world and the beat poets. Mostly through her own skills, Anita was brilliantly connected to many worlds and many different people. She was the catalyst of so many goings-on in those days. The people she mixed with were hard-core avant-garde in the days when hard core hardly existed.

Anita had a huge influence on the style of the times. She could put anything together and look good. I was beginning to wear her clothes most of the time. I would wake up and put on what was lying around. Sometimes it was mine, and sometimes it was the old lady’s, but we were the same size so it didn’t matter. If I sleep with someone, I at least have the right to wear her clothes.

She certainly made a man out of me.”

Think about the final two sentences of that excerpt. Its image of gender fluidity presented in a no-big-deal tone, freedom of identity and expression, a heady kind of freedom, threatening to the status quo, but organic to him, and to her.

There won’t be another Pallenberg. How could there be?

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“Did you ever see the movie The King and I?”

A lot of banner moments in episode 6 of Twin Peaks.

The line I put in the title. The gesture and behavior that went along with that line. WHAT??? My favorite moment in the episode.

Harry Dean Stanton, reprising his role from Fire Walk With Me, showing an almost transcendent sense of peace and relaxation, reminding me of why he is so beloved. Not that I need reminders. He has always been with us. I dread his passing. It is always good to see him.

The big dramatic seat-swivel-reveal of Laura Dern. GOOSE-BUMPS.

“FUCK GENE KELLY, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”

The wandering Agent Cooper continues to make me laugh out loud as Lynch continues to explore what it must look like to outsiders, to those who have no idea what is going on. The “hand shake” with his boss? I was on the floor.

I can’t wait to find out what was in the letter Hawk found in the bathroom stall.

And finally: the scene with the hit-and-run was so beautiful and horrible that I was in tears. It occurred to me: There were multiple shots of the witnesses. People standing on the outskirts, watching the mother’s grief scream into the sky, and these people were crying too. Holding one another. Lynch lingered on all of this. He spent a lot of time there. There was a visceral sense of realism in the scene: the dead boy, the heart-rending screams of the mother … and yet there was a poetic aspect to it, an elongation of time aspect, that made me think, and realize yet again that Lynch is a great and intuitive humanist. This is a man who gives a shit. Who FEELS. In a dark and confusing world, such capacity for feeling – not just for yourself, but feeling the pain of others – is all the hope we have.

Update: My friend Keith’s recap of the episode is up at MUBI.

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