Reviewed: ‘Sirât,’ ‘War Machine,’ & ‘The Dutchman’

14 Mar

A spiritual journey through the Sahara, a violent, alien transformer, and a NYC man who may have strayed in the wrong direction.

“Sirât”

This sprawling wonderment from director Óliver Laxe unfolds as a stark meditation on faith, displacement, and moral endurance. Set in the harsh, borderless landscape of the endless Moroccan Sahara — and its precipitous mountains — a father and son go looking for their missing daughter/sister who’s last been seen embedded with a nomadic rave collective partying its way through the vast, arid nowhere. The film’s spiritual journey is shaped as much by silence and ritual (the rave parties are transfixing) as by events that often startle and shock. Laxe frames fate and belief not as certainty but as friction between devotion and doubt, discipline and compassion, and isolation and responsibility. Beneath its austere beauty, “Sirât” (loosely meaning the path to spiritual enlightenment or paradise) engages quietly but pointedly with contemporary political tensions, touching on migration, gender identity, radicalization, and the fragile line separating faith from ideology.

Driven by a pulsating techno score from David Letellier, known professionally as Kangding Ray, “Sirât” resists easy allegory while allowing meaning to emerge through gesture and repetition. The ensemble’s nuanced performances are restrained and inward, grounding the film’s metaphysical inquiry in palpable human vulnerability. \

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Tracking The Monster and his Bride through the many versions of Mary Shelley’s ‘Frankenstein’

13 Mar

Jessie Buckley and Christian Bale in Maggie Gyllenhaal’s “The Bride!”

Right now cinemagoers can double their Frankenstein pleasure with “The Bride!” and Guillermo del Toro’s “Frankenstein,” up for the Best Picture Oscar this Sunday. Sure, “Frankenstein” is streaming on Netflix – it’s practically left theaters – but it is one of those films best seen on the big screen, as is Maggie Gyllenhaal’s newly opened grand spectacle. They play like bookends to the original story by Mary Shelley, just 18 at the time she wrote her 1818 novel subtitled “The Modern Prometheus.”

In the book, The Bride was promised but never made. It’s in the 1935 James Whale-directed sequel to “Frankenstein” (1931) and Gyllenhaal’s “The Bride!” that we get the realization of the corpse bride via very different narratives. Wedding crashers in the genre are “Frankenstein: The True Story” (1973), starring Jane Seymour and David McCallum of the “Man from U.N.C.L.E.,” and an emotionally inert 1985 version of “The Bride” pairing Jennifer Beals (“Flashdance”) with Sting, in which the rendering of The Bride was defined by the performer’s comely, magazine-cover self.

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Reviewed: “The Bride!”

13 Mar

The narrative flip from the book’s Gothic Europe to post-Prohibition Chicago is a kitschy and vibrant reimagining.

Maggie Gyllenhaal’s “The Bride!” is a hot mess — both the title character and the film. It’s a wildly ambitious project with a distinctive female lens, and while it’s rife with social commentary, those themes often feel stitched on — and at times, carelessly so. The film flounders despite a killer cast, including Gyllenhaal’s husband, Peter Sarsgaard, and her brother, Jake, who appear in supporting roles. But the main reason to see the film is the bravura headline by Jessie Buckley, who’s been nominated for a best actress Oscar for her deeply emotional portrait of grief in “Hamnet” (2025).

Buckley can do no wrong in “The Bride!” She previously partnered with Gyllenhaal for her critically acclaimed directorial debut “The Lost Daughter” (2021), for which Buckley received a best supporting actress nod. Here she carries the film’s heaviest load, both as the shadowy visage of “Frankenstein” author Mary Shelley hurling barbs of foreboding from a dark dreamscape, and as Ida, a brash flapper-era Chicagoan party girl whose demise leads to her reincarnation — or “reinvigoration” in the film — as the bride.

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Reviewed: “The Bluff” and “Man on the Run”

13 Mar

“The Bluff”

This silly and inane movie is a star vehicle for Priyanka Chopra Jonas (the wife of singer Nick Jonas). She plays Ercel, a housewife of the Caribbean married to a seafarer (Ismael Cruz Córdova) who is off on a mission. Ercel is caring for their son Issac (Vedanten Naidoo) and her much younger sister-in-law Elizabeth (Safia Oakley-Green, “Anemone,” “Out of the Darkness”) on Cayman Brac. Their idyllic tropical paradise is suddenly visited by a posse of unsavories demanding a stash of gold.

Turns out Ercel was previously “Bloody Mary,” a cutthroat pirate captain of the high seas. She toggles to Caribbean kick-ass queen and dispatches the first wave of henchmen, leading to a showdown with Mary/Ercel’s former running mate, Captain Connor (Karl Urban), who has taken her husband hostage.

Director Frank E. Flowers (“Haven”) then sends Jonas, dressed up ninja-style,  through a disjointed montage of action sequences. She slices up baddies, or blows them up in various creative ways (the use of explosives is one of the more innovative aspects of the film) as her charges and betrothed sit haplessly by. ”The Bluff”’s title comes from the broad cliffside — or brac — of the island, where Mary has weapons stashed throughout a maze of booby-trapped tunnels. Flowers, who is from the Caymans, allegedly concocted the story from historical happenings and local lore. It’s half-baked, hackneyed mid-1800s high seas mush. Jonas most certainly deserved a better wing-spreader and Urban, who brings some of his cheeky, gruff machismo from “The Boys” to the part, isn’t enough to right the ship. Paging Jack Sparrow.

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A filmmaker in conversation: “Images are never neutral” says Alain Kassanda

24 Feb

Alain Kassanda, Congolese French filmmaker

Alain Kassanda‘s documentaries take personal stories and make them confront and reframe history, exploring matters of identity, race and power.

Kassanda‘s films will show at Harvard University this weekend, part of his residency as this year’s McMillan-Stewart Fellow in Distinguished Filmmaking. The fellowship, jointly hosted by the Harvard Film Archive and Harvard’s Film Study Center, brings internationally recognized filmmakers to campus for screenings, classroom visits and public conversations. He spoke with Cambridge Day at the beginning of his residency.

His first feature, “Trouble Sleep,” (2020), showed Friday. His second film, “Colette and Justin” (2022), shows tonight at 7 p.m. at the Harvard Film Archive. His most recent, “Coconut Head Generation” (2023), will screen Monday.

The works together trace a line from European colonial rule in Central Africa to modern protest movements shaped by globalization and economic extraction. Though Kassanda’s scope spans Congo, France and Nigeria, his starting point is personal. Born in Kinshasa, at 11 he left the Democratic Republic of Congo for France. In Congo he felt he was seen as French and in France as Congolese — a duality that would become the emotional engine of his filmmaking.

As a longtime cinephile, Kassanda’s path to filmmaking began when he worked selecting movies to show at a small theater outside Paris. “I became a film programmer by accident — out of love for films,” he said. These were films being released in France. What struck him were how people of color were portrayed as stereotypes, “as a Black French man, I couldn’t see myself in French films. The stories I wanted to see simply were not being made.”

“Colette and Justin,” his first hour-plus film, was driven by the loss of his mother at 12 and his dual identity. He began interviewing his grandparents about their life in the Congo in the 1950s and 1960s. That became “Colette and Justin” (his grandparents’ first names). “Making the film began with acknowledging my own ignorance about my family and my country,” he said. “The film was also a way of learning who I am.”

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Reviewed: “Pillion” and “Crime 101”

20 Feb

“Crime 101”

Bart Layton’s neo-noir crime drama has a killer cast draped in a B-movie sheen.  The aloof antihero is Mike Davis (Chris Hemsworth), who executes precise jewelry heists. Mike knows every detail of the courier or shop he’s knocking over and every job is done within a mile of LA’s 101 freeway, hence the name, shared with Don Winslow’s novella from which the movie is adapted.

Layton seamlessly weaves divergent threads that might otherwise have meandered. We meet Lou Lubesnick (Mark Ruffalo), a detective who vexes his department head by pursuing justice and truth instead of closing cases, and Sharon Combs (Halle Berry), an insurance investigator who also is up against it with her corporate hierarchy. Berry could have given her character the pop, sizzle and verve of Vicki Anderson (Fay Dunaway) in the brilliant 1968 version of “The Thomas Crown Affair.” Berry instead plays Sharon as a woman who was once all that but has been worn down by sexism, misogyny and promises broken.

Still, she’s good at her job. So is Mike. Astute at assessing risk, he turns down the next job from his handler (Nick Nolte), who pitches it to Orman (Barry Keoghan), a punkish up-and-comer whose methods are far different from Mike’s. The things bad bosses do to good employees will have you wishing Mike, Lou and Sharon had an HR department to lodge a complaint with.

The taut script gives the ensemble rich material, shaping characters more deeply than seems possible in their brief time on screen. Hemsworth is especially good as Mike, switching from socially awkward to debonair as the job demands it. His troubled past bubbles up as he starts to date a young publicist (Monica Barbaro, who steals a few scenes). Layton and crew tie things up neatly, but the ending is where the movie is least compelling. The gems in “Crime 101” are stashed along the road.

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Frederick Wiseman, chronicler of democratic society

19 Feb

Fred Wiseman (left) and Iranian filmmaker Jafar Panahi at the Coolidge Corner Theater (Claire Vail).

Frederick Wiseman, the critically revered documentarian whose films mapped the moral frame of American life, died Monday at 96 at his home near Porter Square, in the city he in many ways, spent a career studying.

Born in Boston in 1930 and trained as a lawyer (Yale Law and a stint in the army) before turning to filmmaking, Wiseman carried a jurist’s sensibility into cinema — gathering evidence, observing behavior, withholding judgment. His camera did not accuse; it revealed. His body of work may be one of the most sustained portraits of modern democratic society ever assembled on film.

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Reviewed: “David,” “Good Luck, Have Fun, Don’t Die” and “The Wrecking Crew”

15 Feb

“David”

Written and directed by Brent Dawes and Phil Cunningham, “David”’s animation is on par with Pixar. It sticks to the part of the Biblical story that chronicles the rise of the young shepherd and poet who would become the unifying King of Israel. Of course, David slays Goliath, repels the Philistines, deals with King Saul’s January 6th cling to power and ultimately makes Jerusalem the capital of Israel — all this around 1,000 BC. David (well voiced by Brandon Engman) is an earnest, reluctant leader full of brio, no matter the tall odds.

Scenes of battle and violent conflict are tres G-rated—think fights in “The Lion King.” As David matures as a military leader, he is not the conflicted warrior king depicted in the streaming series “House of David” and the Bible itself, the one who commits adultery with Bathsheba and subsequently hatches a plot to kill her husband. No, this David often breaks into song and follows prophecy to the letter. It’s crisp animation and tight story-telling.

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Reviewed: “Melania”

3 Feb

Visual appeal but not much to say

Muse Films

For “Melania,” Amazon MGM Studios spent $75 million to bring us what can at best be called a smug, self-aggrandizing video diary. Of that money, only an estimated $5 million was spent on the production. The initial $40 million payment was a license fee for the film and a ‘docu-series’ to run later, of which, Melania Trump reportedly received $28 million, with another $35 million being spent on marketing —i.e., the ad campaign we had to suffer through during the Patriots playoff run. Considering it’s arguably the most expensive documentary ever made, is it any good?

The answer is a qualified “meh.”

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Reviewed: “Send Help” and “Arco”

1 Feb

“Send Help”

Eyeballs are gouged, testicles put to a blade, and blood spurts in this Sam Rami film. It’s not quite as gory as Rami’s “Evil Dead” films, but it is not exactly shy. Rachel McAdams, dorked out with greasy hair and frumpy clothes, plays an office drone at some cutting-edge tech company. Linda Little is a numbers geek, apt to rise from her cubicle and chat up her bosses with tuna fish smeared to her upper lip. Bradley Preston (played by Dylan O’Brien of “Maze Runner”), becomes Linda’s new boss after his father dies (“Evil Dead”’s Bruce Campbell). Bradley, the jerk, welches on a promised promotion and relocates her to a new Bangkok office. Linda learns of the betrayal en route to Thailand with Bradley and his biz-school bros. The plane goes down, and Linda—a “Survivor” aficionado who has dreamed of a role on the show—suddenly becomes indispensable in hunting, kindling and scavenging. The sex-and-power reversal evokes Ruben Östlund’s darker “Triangle of Sadness” (2022). But “Send Help,” driven by flimsy pretexts for improbable hidden agendas, takes a softer bite of social commentary. The film has Linda and Bradley transitioning from uneasy codependency to something resembling “Lord of the Rings” without earning it. What begins as an empowerment fantasy grows banal. “Send Help” is whimsically entertaining. McAdams’s bravado carries the paunchy plot. 

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