Southbound is a prime example of a horror omnibus film: even the weaker segments have something to recommend them.
Matt Zoller Seitz reviews and reflects upon Jesse Eisenberg's New Yorker piece about film critics.
A relatively brief but heartfelt account of the life of one of Africa's great filmmakers and political figures.
A typically panoramic but atypically cheerful city movie by Frederick Wiseman, a master of documentary cinema.
The latest Unloved looks at Mexican cinema, particularly The Mansion of Madness by Juan Lopez Moctezuma.
Bags of Scrabble tiles make more sense.
"The Wonders," about a family of rural Tuscan beekeepers dragged toward a modern urban mentality, is a throwback to different kind of filmmaking: smaller, more emotionally intense, more tactile. It's also a film in which not much "happens" in the sense that hack screenwriting books keep advising. The family is a recent arrival to the region. They are in retreat from modernity, rather ostentatiously so. If the film were set in the 1970s they could be part of an American hippie commune that turned its back on The Man and went off into the woods to get back in touch with the Mother Goddess Nature. The father is a gangly, balding, brusque German named Wolfgang (Sam Louwyck) who is quick to raise his voice and always seems beleaguered. The mother Angelica (Alba Rohrwacher) is a slender woman with a wary face and a much warmer manner. They have five girls. The eldest shares the name of the heroine of one of Federico Fellini's early masterpieces, "La Strada": Gelosomina (Maria Alexandra Lungu). Everything is status-quo and hunky-dory until one day when it isn't. While letting off steam after a long morning of tending their bees, the family goes bathing in nearby waters. A well-dressed young man emerges from the woods and asks them to please be quiet. They follow him and find out why: they're shooting a promo for an unscripted TV show searching for the "Most Traditional Family.” The show is hosted by an already gorgeous woman named Milly Catena who's made more gorgeous by her flowing white costume, sort of a science fiction upgrade of a saint's robes. In one of the film's many instances of perfect casting, Milly is played by Monica Bellucci. Her appearance transfixes the girls. They stare up at her as if she were in fact a religious apparition, and after that moment Gelsomina is obsessed by the idea of being on the show. The father, the most staunchly traditional member of this ostentatiously traditional family, is against it. But the government has just ordered that honey collectors standardize practices in the area and they don't have the money to do this, so dad's stubbornness prompts some rancor in the family and sets up the next phase of the story, in which the family tries to pick up some extra money by accepting a juvenile delinquent foster kid named Martin (Luis Huilca Logrono) into their house. This section takes too long to play out but is fascinating nonetheless, for the impending sexual awakening it heralds among the girls (Martin has that faintly predatory but objectively blank look that some handsome middle school boys have) and for the tensions it lays bare between the parents of girls.Much of the time when you watch "The Wonder" you're just watching people talk or go on about their daily business. The movie is written and directed by Alice Rohrwacher, whose 2011 debut "Corpus" established her bona fides telling rough yet beautiful stories about real-seeming people. This new movie feels like a continuation of that tradition and also a refinement of her technique. It's shot on Super 16mm film, often in rather long, handheld takes—a throwback way of filming a movie about a family living an increasingly antiquated way of life. Most of the acting feels not like acting, but behavior. It's not trying to seem documentary-like, but there are moments where, if you were just stumbling onto "The Wonders" on TV, you'd be fooled. It wouldn't be correct to say the film has no story; it does. There is forward emotional momentum, it's just not big on traditional plot. But because the progression of incidents is rather lumpy and doesn't have a cause-and-effect that feels intuitively apparent, there are sections where the film drags, and you think, "Why are we still here? We know where things have to go—can't we just go there?" Still, there's something refreshing, at times remarkable, about the sureness of the acting, and the filmmaker's touch. The movie has turned its back on modernity. It seems to want to be a Belgian art house drama from fifteen years ago, or a documentary from about 1971, when moviemakers just found unusual people and situations and pointed their cameras at them and then reported back.
How a brutal gang rape changed the course of gender relations in India.
A quick meal of red meat.
"Josie and the Pussycats" as directed by Terrence Malick.
All back, no future.