Soul Mates

MY KING (B+) - Emmanuelle Bercot shreds scene after scene in this relationship horror story about a woman using time away rehabbing her knee to analyze her strained marriage.

Bercot re-teams with Maiwenn, who was the writer, director and co-star of "Polisse" (our favorite film of 2012), and who stays behind the camera for this harrowing tale of love and psychological war. Bercot is Toni, an attorney (though her metier is really an afterthought here) who while skiing with her husband and son has an accident that tears up her knee. During the rehab process, she bonds with mostly younger co-horts but also flashes back over the years to the very start of her relationship with the restaurateur Georgio (a perfectly manic Vincent Cassel).

They meet cute at a disco and start a torrid affair that eventually morphs into a turbulent relationship and then a dysfunctional marriage, with Toni frequently becoming emotionally unhinged. Her brother and sister-in-law --- Solal (Louis Garrel, "Jealousy," "A Burning Hot Summer") and Babeth (Isild Le Besco "The New Girlfriend") -- provide a Greek chorus, with Solal in particular a detractor of Georgio's from the start. And Georgio is a handful -- a sarcastic, unfaithful brute who knows how to push Toni's buttons.

Bercot is a revelation throughout. The old-fashioned word "hysterical" comes to mind, as she bounces from crisis to crisis, especially post-partum, when she finds Georgio lazing in bed with a young woman. Early on, Georgio takes a separate flat down the street for an "office" and to give each spouse some space, but he's not fooling anyone.

But rather than giving us a depiction of a crazy woman, Bercot and Maiwenn collaborate on a complex portrait of a woman struggling with her demons. Rehab is being done on more than just that broken joint; she is taking inventory and gradually healing from the emotional scars that have left her a wreck. In one flashback, a drunken outburst at a backyard gathering of friends reveals Toni at her nastiest and most vulnerable.

Toni and Georgio can be a handful to deal with over the course of a full two hours. But Cassel ("Read My Lips," "Mesrine") brings an impish appeal to his character. And Bercot (a Cannes award winner for this rolein 2015) is never short of riveting, whether she's putting a hand through glass while pregnant or wincing while on the weight machine. Maiwenn jumbles the chronology just enough to make it interesting but not too much to make it confusing.

If you've never fallen in love with a woman like Toni, I pity you and envy you.

BONUS TRACK
Maiwenn's debut short, "I'm an Actress" is featured as a bonus offering on the DVD. It's an unremarkable farce about an extreme stage mom (Maiwenn) pushing her tween daughter, Baba (Shanna Besson), too far and embarrassing her during an audition.

Soundtrack of Your Life

An occasional feature in which we mark the songs of our relative youth as played over public muzak systems and beyond. 

Date: 25 February 2017, 6:36 p.m.
Place: I-10, just across New Mexico's border into Arizona, streaming randomly from my iTunes
Song:  "Burn Hollywood Burn"
Artist: Public Enemy
Irony Matrix: 1.6 out of 10

Comment: Oh, no reason ... Enjoy your Sunday evening.

Attention Must Be Paid

THE SALESMAN (B+) - Iranian master Asghar Farhadi comes to Earth a bit -- just a bit -- and makes a very good movie after a string of great ones.

Farhadi made the best movie of 2011, "A Separation," his first mainstream success in America, the first of a series of harrowing relationship movies. He followed it up with "The Past," a slow-burn of a modern-family mystery starring Berenice Bejo and involving another take on divorce. Since then, two of his previous films have been released here, the gorgeous gone-girl saga "About Elly" in 2015, and the bird's-eye view of domestic squabbling, "Fireworks Wednesday" last year.  Both of the latter films starred Taraneh Aladoosti, who returns in this latest film to star as one half of a couple who are staging a production of "Death of a Salesman" while coping with makeshift housing that seems to be cursed.

"The Salesman" is another slow-simmering take on marriage, with Aladoosti's Rana struggling to find the connection with her husband, Emad (Shabab Hosseini, who also starred in "Elly"), both onstage -- as Willy and Linda Loman -- and off. The opening scene finds them fleeing their apartment complex, which is in danger of collapsing. Metaphor noted.

A fellow cast member does them a favor and puts them up in one of his empty apartment units in a rundown section of town. The place comes with not only a roomful of possessions left behind by the previous tenant, but the bad vibes she left behind, too. She apparently was a woman with a good deal of gentleman callers, and eventually one of them comes calling and disturbs Rana. Whether he assaulted her or merely startled her is not clear. What is obvious is that Iranian culture inhibits any rational avenue for redress through the criminal justice system -- and that Emad, an otherwise mild-mannered teacher, is intent on avenging the incident. (Farhadi's films can often be characterized as left-field procedurals.)

Farhadi takes his time with the setup, and the final third involves a showdown with the apparent offender, a figure more pathetic than menacing. When it seems that Emad may be going too far in his mission, the disappointment on Rana's face speaks volumes. That final confrontation is painfully drawn out, and Farhadi dabbles in haunted-house and Batman-villain tropes, cleverly subverting them.

What this has to do with Willy Loman is not wholly apparent, although another smart twist gives an unexpected character the pathetic qualities of the famous salesman. Rana, however, could not be less like Linda Loman, refusing to indulge or enable her macho husband.

Aladoosti is a beautiful woman, but her talent is more than skin deep; in every role, she communicates volumes with her eyes, and here, she brings incredible subtlety to a role that easily could have descended into caricature. Rana could easily overplay the victim card; but in Tehran, it wouldn't do her much good anyway.
 

Punk Scene

One of Albuquerque's tightest bands scorched through a quick set tonight at Sister Bar downtown. Prison Bitch, now going by Prism Bitch, tore it up with their brand of Riot Grrrl rock. Lead singer Lauren Poole (the Burque Girl from the comedy scene and YouTube) has charisma to spare, and drummer Teresa Cruces holds it all together with powerful precision.

Here's the video for their hit song "Ya Ya," with the memorable line, "You know me, I'm from math class":



Here's a sense of them live, from a show in Santa Fe:



P-Bitch opened for the all-gal noise freaks from Memphis, Nots. They traffic in classic hardcore. Front woman Natalie Hoffmann knows her share of guitar tricks, in between screaming the same words over and over. Not for the timid:


 

The New World

FIRE AT SEA (B) - This lethargic documentary has its moments. Its downfall is the filmmakers' misguided ambition.

Ostensibly about the plight of refugees who invariably need rescue near the Sicilian island Lampedusa, most of the movie follows a local boy, Samuele, 12, as he traipses around on his various Tom Sawyer missions. Samuele is a lively kid -- he has exaggerated adult mannerisms and the speaking style of a Tony Soprano underling -- but, being a kid, he's just not that interesting.

Samuele is the son and grandson of fishermen, and we slowly get to visit his father on the boat, and there are interludes with the boy's grandmother, who reminds me of my own Italian grandmother, constantly toddling around the kitchen. (She also makes up a bed better than a sailor can.) It is the grandmother who lends the movie its name, as she recalls her own father and uncles trawling in the waters during World War II, when the navy would light up the sky with during battles, creating a "fire at sea."

Samuele bums around with a pal trying to perfect his slingshot skills, terrorizing birds and cacti alike. He also ends up at the eye doctor, getting diagnosed with a lazy eye, which requires an eye patch to strengthen that eye. Another doctor tends to some of the migrants, including a mother lucky to be alive and with a viable fetus. Another random character is a local DJ who takes requests, including from the grandmother to her sickly husband.

The plight of the migrants comes off as both dehumanizing and demoralizing. They get herded like cattle and photographed like criminals. Sometimes all the coast guard workers can do is dredge and count the bodies. Foreboding and death haunt almost every scene. Even the mayday pleas can give you a shiver. Their voices drift through the night sky just like the DJ's tones do.

This is all assembled elegantly by Gianfranco Rosi, whose previous efforts all seem to have interesting premises. Here, he slows to the rhythms of the sleepy island, and his camera lingers over the faces of the migrants, faces that mostly communicate subtle fear and exhaustion.

Too much depiction of the refugees' travails might have been too much to take. But too little of it -- especially contrasted with the safe, traditional way of life of the locals -- comes off as a bit dismissive. Rosi needed a better balance to tell this important story.
 

Malaise

20TH CENTURY WOMEN (A-minus) - Sensitive writer-director Mike Mills returns to familiar ground with this detailed autobiographical period piece about a teenage boy growing up with strong female influences.

This is a callback of sorts to Mills' debut film, "Thumbsucker," about a teenage boy evolving under the influence of three male father figures. (It has a lot in common with 2015's "Diary of a Teenage Girl," too.) And whereas his last film, "Beginners," was a tribute to Mills' father (who came out as gay late in life), this one nods to his mother, here in the form of feisty Dorothea (Annette Bening), who had Jamie (Lucas Jade Zumann) when she was already 40 and who appears to be too exhausted to handle him herself.

Dorothea enlists two younger women -- Jamie's best friend, Julie (Elle Fanning), who is just a year or two older and strictly platonic, and 20-something punk-rock chick Abbie (Greta Gerwig), who rents a room in Dorothea's house -- to help teach him how to grow up to be a good man. Also on the fringes is another boarder, handyman William (Billy Crudup), who offers his own new-age musings.

Mills sets this in Santa Barbara, Calif., 1979, on the eve of the Reagan revolution, and the liberal despair and ennui of the time feel achingly familiar to viewers experiencing the dawn of the Trump era. Around the film's climax, this extended family gathers around the television set to watch President Carter's infamous "malaise" speech, and Mills lets Carter's admonitions drone on, the voice of a conscience echoing from the past. The characters' divergent reactions to the speech speak volumes about the path liberals would take over the next four decades.

The three women in Jamie's life seem monumental. Bening is an absolute force of nature as the chain-smoking, cynical Dorothea, who is aware that the culture is passing her by. (A scene of her and William struggling to find the entertainment value in a record by the post-punk band the Raincoats lands nicely. Duke Ellington and Fred Astaire are on hand to represent her more traditional sensibilities.) She abdicates some of her maternal roles, thinking that Jamie would be better served by a hipster like Abbie (she lets them go clubbing) and by sweet, safe Julie, who likes to sneak into Jamie's room for sleepovers. Fanning ("Somewhere") captures the insecurity of the blond manic pixie dreamgirl who strings Jamie along but appreciates his friendship. And this is a return to form for Gerwig, with the jangle back in her limbs and nuance in her portrayal of a flustered single woman. As the trailer suggests, this is Bening's showpiece.

Crudup sinks into the role of a fading hunk, caught between the generations of Dorothea and Abbie, though happy to try to bed them both. At one point he laments the fact that he doesn't know how to sustain a romantic relationship once he figures his partner out. At another point, one character wonders aloud about how it is that we become the person we become. As another notes, we can't predict how we'll turn out. The adults tend to flail about as much as our young hero does.

Watching Jamie navigate that analog world while taking notes from his elders can hit close to home for a certain demographic -- notably, 50-something post-punk brats still trying to figure out the opposite sex. Mills is quite skilled at wringing laughs and tears from a basic human story. He is direct and relatable, wistful but not overly nostalgic. His movies are thoughtful and tactile. He's not wallowing in a fizzy past but searching for clues to how he, himself, turned out.

BONUS TRACKS
Talking Heads set the tone early with a needle drop on the vinyl of "Don't Worry About the Government":



Here's the Raincoats song, "Fairytale in the Supermarket":



A powerful closing song, from the Buzzcocks:


 

New to the Queue

A clear vision ...

The latest from Iranian master Asghar Farhadi ("A Separation," "About Elly"), about a couple staging "Death of a Salesman" while dealing with unusual circumstances surrounding their new apartment, "The Salesman."

A study of the devastating effects on migrant workers and the environment by industrial development in inner Mongolia, Zhao Liang's "Behemoth."

A reformed gang leader is sprung from prison and struggles to re-acclimate to life on the streets of Harlem in Jamal Joseph's "Chapter & Verse."

A study of the stray cats who populate Istanbul, "Kedi."

A debut film melds a 30-something couple and a pair of prom-goers whose lives overlap at a hotel, "1 Night."

From Poland, a goth fairy tale about mermaid sisters who forgo the sea to embark on careers as lounge singers in '80s Warsaw, "The Lure."
  

Poetry Spam, No. 1

The first in occasional series, steeped in the tradition of turning spam emails into poetry. Some folks have been anthologizing these for years, including the Spam Poetry Institute and the Anthology of Spam Poetry. 

Absolute Power

Threat,

and Sadat’s speech

-- weaponry and hard,

that are provided with marriage resources.

Genus

so please tired,

his powers do

but I hate.

Nike finally got together

to remove piles.

Texas flower delivery

from different culture propagation.

Tile,

tile frames,

table for … about

prominent public trading post.

President dishonest as fingerprints,

so dimensional

tree direct.

Denim has reduced to carvings,

as do biometrics as gearbox.

Friendships --

the fully committed,

close and throughout.

 

Best of 2016

"It used to go like that, and now it goes like this."
   -- Bob Dylan, introducing "I Don't Believe You" and going electric with The Band at Royal Albert Hall in London in 1966

I was confident throughout 2016 that the Chicago Cubs were going to the World Series -- hey, hey, no doubt about it -- and when I told a Los Angeles Dodgers fan during the playoffs to give up hope and get out of the way this year, he objected, being a scientist, on the grounds that the Cubs going to or winning the World Series would create a rip in the fabric of the time-space continuum and fundamentally alter life in the universe as we know it.

Whether he was at all serious or not (and depending on your reaction to the election results a week after the World Series was clinched), things changed in 2016. And it felt fundamental. How we go forward in this space will be addressed in a future essay. For now, we'll offer a brief assessment of an off-year at the movies and dive into our lists below of the favorites and a few duds. Nothing beyond our top three or five movies is likely to be revisited down the road in some best-of-the-decade list.  There were plenty of satisfying films to experience, but few big thrills at the cineplex.

One of those thrills was "A Bigger Splash." A friend and I walked out after it on a warm June night giddy from the experience of watching Tilda Swinton and Ralph Fiennes dueling it out as ex-lovers on an Italian island. Director Luca Guadagnino (reteaming with Swinton from "I Am Love") saturates the senses with gorgeous scenery, ripping humor, and a powerful story. It's a gift to those who are in love with love and with movies. Another Italian director, newcomer Piero Messina, had me literally on the edge of my seat with the mesmerizing slow burn of "L'Attesa" -- halfway through I wanted to jump up and go write about it -- but I eventually succumbed to guilt for allowing myself to be manipulated by Messina's unsettling male gaze at two women (a mother and a girlfriend) fighting over a dead man.

I was profoundly moved by Viggo Mortensen's performance as an unrepentant off-the-grid father stubbornly fighting for his kids after their mother's death ("Captain Fantastic"); by Kelly Reichardt's quiet masterpiece about three women coping with modern life ("Certain Women"); and by the mix of humor and pathos in "Manchester by the Sea." I loved the millennial energy of Matt Johnson and company as they followed up "The Dirties" with their found-footage lark about the Apollo space program.

Sonia Braga (in "Aquarius") and Sally Field (in "Hello, My Name Is Doris") brought nuance to the subject of older women exploring their sexuality. Meantime, kids made an impression, including the young cast of "Captain Fantastic"; "Royalty Hightower in "The Fits"; Alex Hibbert and Ashton Sanders in "Moonlight"; Markees Christmas in "Morris From America"; and Ange Dargent and Theophile Baquet in the delightful French film "Microbe and Gasoline."

I laughed the most watching "Doris," the bruising dark comedy "The Bronze," the Coen brothers' "Hail, Caesar," the gals in "Absolutely Fabulous," the guys in "Keanu," and, improbably, Russell Crowe and Ryan Gosling in "The Nice Guys." I caught up on 2015 releases that stuck with me a long time, and demanded repeat viewings, including the moody "Dear John" and the hilarious "Fort Tilden." I cringed watching Pee-wee Herman and Christopher Guest struggle to relive past glories.

It's time to turn the page on 2016, not the best of years, but somehow a liberating one. Those Cubs exorcised a lot of childhood ghosts, so I could grow up and grow lighter. The death of Muhammad Ali removed a layer of shelter above, shook up the world, and left me in charge of the future. But first, this quick recap of the past:

THE TOP FIFTEEN

 1. A Bigger Splash -- We left the theater in a bubble of bliss after this one. Old loves, young flesh, gorgeous beaches and a heavyweight bout between Tilda Swinton and Ralph Fiennes.
 2. Certain Women -- Three somber tales, barely intertwined, from the year's Best Director, the American master Kelly Reichardt.
 3. Captain Fantastic -- Viggo Mortensen leads a great cast of kids in this funny and heart-wrenching story of a father proudly defending the decision to raise his children off the grid.
 4. Operation Avalanche -- Not a false note in this highly entertaining imagining of young CIA operatives (and Stanley Kubrick wannabes) faking the moon landing.  Including Best Screenplay by Matt Johnson and Josh Boles.
 5. Manchester by the Sea -- Funny, heartbreaking, real.
 6. Aquarius -- The ache of nostalgia for old love affairs permeates this gorgeous slow burn of a protest film, anchored by a defiant Sonia Braga.
 7. Hello, My Name Is Doris -- Sally Field is always a delight, and she delivers more than just easy gags as a senior citizen crushing on a young co-worker.
 8. The Bronze -- More than a guilty pleasure; a wonderfully vulgar character study of a bitter, priapicly pony-tailed ex-gymnast. A fully realized satire from sitcom actress Melissa Rauch ("The Big Bang Theory").
 9. Blue Jay -- A small 80-minute masterpiece about a onetime teen couple reconnecting back in their hometown after 20 years
10. Dheepan -- Jacques Audiard gets back on his game with this harrowing tale of immigrants coping in France.
11. 20th Century Women -- Certain men will feel this one sharply in the solar plexus. An eerie Reagan-eve reverie about three women -- played beautifully by Annette Bening, Greta Gerwig and Elle Fanning -- preparing a teenage boy for manhood.
12. Louder Than Bombs -- None of the performances are particularly compelling (even Isabelle Huppert is quite subdued), but this tale of a father and two sons adrift and struggling after the death of their wife/mother nags at you a long time.
13. Microbe and Gasoline -- A wholesome and charming return to form for Michel Gondry.
14. Weiner/13th -- Two documentaries bursting with life and ideas -- a fascinating, rollicking profile of the infuriating Anthony Weiner, and Ava Duvernay's sharp indictment of the criminal justice system.
15. L'Attesa -- For the first hour, I thought this was the best film of the year; I still feel guilty for liking this gorgeous, sad drama seen through the male gaze of an Italian stylist. Still conflicted.

BONUS TRACKS

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We got a huge kick out of the 2015 release, Fort Tilden, an insightful comedy about a pair of aimless 25-year-olds meandering around New York for a day. The cross between "Girls" and "Beavis and Butt-head" is infused with the natural chemistry of its stars, Bridey Elliott and Clare McNulty

Other little gems from 2015: The gut punch of "Uncle John," the creepiness of "Entertainment," the joy of Francois Ozon's "The New Girlfriend," the thrill of "Creed," and the arresting beauty of the documentary "Racing Extinction." And then there was the release of the restored 1960 noir gem "Private Property."

JUST MISSED THE LIST

(The honorables get a mention)

• Moonlight
• Krisha
• The Fits
• Hell or High Water
• Don't Think Twice
• Rams
• Hail, Caesar
• Mountains May Depart
• Fireworks Wednesday

MORE TOP DOCS

• Landfill Harmonic
• City of Gold
• Requiem for the American Dream
• No Home Movie
• Danny Says
• Holy Hell
• Pervert Park

TOP PERFORMANCES

• Mark Duplass and Sarah Paulson in "Blue Jay"
• Michelle Williams, small in "Manchester by the Sea" and "Certain Women"
• Tilda Swinton and Ralph Fiennes in "A Bigger Splash"
• Kristen Stewart and Lily Gladstone in "Certain Women"
• Mahershala Ali in "Kicks" and "Moonlight"
• Sonia Braga in "Aquarius"
• Juliette Binoche in "L'Attesa"
• Bill Wise in "Krisha"
• Gillian Jacobs in "Don't Think Twice"
• Riley Keough in "American Honey"

IT'S NOT YOU, IT'S ME

(Good films where we just didn't fully click)

• Jeff Nichols' "Midnight Special" and "Loving"
• Damien Chazelle's "La La Land"
• Andrea Arnold's "American Honey"

GUILTY PLEASURES

• Keanu, with its absurd kitten-centric plot and a tribute to George Michael.
• The Nice Guys made me laugh a lot at its silliness.
• Absolutely Fabulous: I love watching that pair do the opposite of aging gracefully.
• The Invitation was just the right level of unnerving.
• The Intervention offered the joy of watching great actresses in a theatrical exercise, led by Melanie Lynskey.
• Night of the Living Deb was surprisingly smart and zippy fun.

THE OVER-THE-HILL GANG

• Pee-Wee's Big Holiday: So funny I forgot to laugh.
• Mascots: Christopher Guest goes to the well once too often.
• Everybody Wants Some: Someone shake Richard Linklater out of his slump.
• The Lobster: A colossal English-debut misfire by the director of "Dogtooth" and "Alps."
• The Club: Pablo Larrain ... grr.
• Maggie's Plan: Rebecca Miller wastes Greta Gerwig's talents.

COMING ATTRACTIONS

(Haven't caught these yet)

• Paterson
• Fences
• Elle
• Things to Come
• Toni Erdmann
• I Am Not Your Negro
• Cameraperson

Stay tuned for reports on those last seven movies once I catch up on them -- and plenty more -- as we churn into 2017 in earnest and in an altered state ...