Far Flungers

A president in a fishbowl

Gerardo Valero

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Rob Reiner’s films represent a remarkably mixed bag. The best scripts he’s chosen have made for rather good pictures (“Misery,” “A Few Good Men,” “When Harry Met Sally…”) and the bad ones ended up being “North” and “The Bucket List”. There have been a few filmmakers like Hitchcock who always managed to take their work’s origin to the next level but I have my doubts even he could have made “Bucket’s” digital journeys to the Taj Mahal/Himalayas interesting.

“United 93:” What came before “Let’s roll!”

Gerardo Valero

Based on the current trends in Hollywood films, we tend to think of the movie industry as some sort of giant Business Corporation, with board rooms all over town constantly analyzing projection charts and planning the next sequel to another obscure comic-book hero flick (in 3-D). Then five years ago “United 93” came along and defied most of the usual reasons for a film to be produced in the first place. It surely wasn’t made with the idea of losing money but you could anticipate this wasn’t going to be your typical drama/action-adventure movie (or a blockbuster for that matter). It was never even going to help sell great amounts of movie candy (though I can recall attending a screening of “The Passion of the Christ” years ago, and seeing people entering the theater with the usual giant containers of popcorn and soda, so I guess some moviegoers can eat through anything). We knew beforehand that “United 93” would be tackling a difficult subject worthy of scrutinizing, after watching it we come to understand this was one of those few “necessary” films.

Why the Coens tortured poor Larry Gopnik

Olivia Collette

No wonder so many people thought Jesus was a heretic! All this talk of a kind and forgiving God? I mean, did he skip the bit where God asks Abraham to kill his favourite son? Wasn’t flooding the entire world a little rash? Can ordering that hit on Amalekites be classified as reasonable behaviour? Let’s face it, Old-Testament God could use a little anger management.

Lives across a great divide

Gerardo Valero

Lawrence Kasdan’s “Grand Canyon” didn’t make a splash when it opened here in Mexico, and it’s not the kind of feature that’s ever shown on our TV, so hardly anybody I know has even heard about it. It’s not an easy movie to describe. When people ask me about its subject, I say something like “It’s about a group of people from Los Angeles living in despair who end up feeling better when they all get together and visit the Grand Canyon.” Most of them seem to loose interest but the response of those who do see it is mostly overwhelming.

Watching “The Tree of Life” brought “Grand Canyon” to mind. The films couldn’t be more different, but both deal with a search for a deeper meaning in our existence– a sense of helplessness in trying to place ourselves in the grand scheme of things. They also lack defined plots or conventional structures.

“America is not a country, it’s a business.”

Pablo Villaça

So says professional killer Jackie Cogan at one point in Killing Them Softly, the third film by New Zealander Andrew Dominik – and considering the filmmaker’s efforts to establish a connection between the events in the movie and the economic crisis started in the late 2000s thanks to the greed and lack of scruples of Wall Street, it is easy to see Cogan as an ordinary employee of any company complaining about the lack of vision of his bosses and, on the other hand, the big bankers as Armani-dressing versions of the violent mobsters who inhabit the crime section of the newspapers. More than that: fearful due to the financial disaster caused by their colleagues in Wall Street, the bad guys presented by Dominik are miles away from those gangsters who used to throw hundred dollar bills on the ground or distribute tips in exchange of a smile; instead, here they need to haggle prices with professional killers and negotiate with theirs superiors before approving a sum of a thousand dollars for framing someone.

Rare Exports: A Christmas Tale

To anyone who wants to watch an offbeat movie for the upcoming holiday season, “Rare Exports: A Christmas Tale” can be a nice mixed bag full of the goodies to be appreciated. The movie is a dark, amusing horror fantasy with Santa Claus as a malevolent supernatural entity far different from the one we are familiar with. He surely knows whether you are naughty or not, but, instead of giving a present to you, he will punish you if he thinks you are naughty, and his punishment will not be merely shoving coal in your stocking. I have no clear idea about what exactly he can do to those poor naughty’children put into sacks, but I guess he is as savage as that murderous Robot Santa in the TV animation series “Futurama,” one of whose memorable lines is “I’m going to tear off your skin like wrapping paper and deck the hall with your guts!”

Los Angeles Film Festival 2012

Anath White

Los Angeles is a behemoth or, better, an octopus, with tentacles stretching 468.67 square miles, a fact that shocked me when I moved here in 1990. That meant that it was bigger than the distance consumed by driving to and from Chicago from my hometown, Kewanee (150 miles southwest), and back again. I soon realized that one could easily live an entire lifetime in Los Angeles and never see it all. This also meant that so much was always going on, including really desirable events, many of which would most certainly be missed.

Is it a curse or a gift?

Gerardo Valero

David Cronenberg’s “The Dead Zone” (1983) is my favorite adaptation of a Stephen King horror novel. Some parts from “The Shawshank Redemption” are terrifying in a different way, and are better classified in other genres. I’m also fond of some of the other films his works have inspired. “Carrie” and “The Shining” were mostly outstanding, but the casting of adults as teens in the first and the absence of an everyman feel to the lead protagonist in the second are the main reasons why I place “The Dead Zone” above them. The latter films were made by exceptional directors (DePalma and Kubrick), but Cronenberg’s taste for the unusual, turned out to be a more adequate fit for King’s material.

You’ve Got Mail

Michał Oleszczyk

“A Letter to Three Wives” (1949) is a terrific triplicate of a melodrama. It won Joe L. Mankiewicz Academy Awards for writing and directing one year before he gave the audiences one bumpy ride in “All About Eve” by suggesting that – at least when it comes to love, sex and ambition – fastening one’s seat belts is for sissies only. The earlier film is tamer than “Eve”‘s non-stop repartee-fest, and its focus is not as pointed. Still, it remains one of my favorite movies ever made: not only for all its brilliant rejoinders (of which Thelma Ritter gets to utter the most hilarious), but for its portrayal of what it means to be anxious about one’s relationship and then to receive reassurance from the person we love. It’s a story of three women envisioning the end of their marriages in the morning and feeling them strengthened by the end of the day. It goes down like an anxiety-glazed donut with a filling of hope.

The boy who played chess with life

In the middle of Boaz Yakin’s “Fresh” (1994), there is the crucial scene that gives us the insight into its hero’s plan. While playing chess with his father, he learns a lesson. And then he applies its logic to the real world for his own purpose. However, in the world case, the game is not a simple matter of win or lose. A small false move can result in not a mere checkmate but a dour outcome for him. And (this is one of the most interesting aspects of the film) he is only a 12-year-old kid. He can do it, and we know that, but can he endure to the end?

The Boulevard of Broken Manhood

Omer M. Mozaffar

I have long had trouble enjoying live sporting events, concerts, and stage shows for three reasons. First, I would tire from watching the show from one single angle. Conditioned by movies, I need the variety of angles, the intimacy of close-ups and the sweep of tracking shots. Second, live events will never have the polish of a polished movie. And, third, (more applicable to large stage shows) the dialogue is always too enunciated and thus distant, even when it is “realistic.”

A film improved by butchering

Gerardo Valero

“No good movie is long enough and no bad movie is short enough”. As much truth as this phrase carries it is also a fact that editing choices greatly influence a film’s outcome. One of the best examples to illustrate this point is Guisseppe Tornatore’s “Cinema Paradiso” which was released in 1990 as a 124 minute gem that won Best Foreign Film at the Academy Awards and the unconditional love of everyone I’ve ever discussed it with. Further, it made no sense to learn that a much longer version of the film had been released in Italy a couple of years before to mediocre reviews and box-office results. How could material this good ever be ignored? The answer came years later in a single viewing of one of those DVD editions that includes the complete 173 minute version. As strange as this sounds, I believe that the butchering of Director Tornatore’s original 1988 vision saved his film from utter mediocrity, and took it to an all together higher level.

A psychopath and the Female Gaze

I love a black comedy. Always have. You know, all those tragic mishaps that seem to befall Alec Guinness in the English countryside when no one is looking? But then who doesn’t love an Ealing comedy. I also like “Dexter” and for similar reasons; it too, has an air of subversive glee about it, albeit darker and more graphic in nature. The appeal is never about seeing people die, though (where’s the fun in that?). Nor in watching mindless torture porn like Hostel; a genre increasingly viewed as the favorite pastime of failed experiments in parenting, moreover, and thus to be avoided at all costs. I loathe the entire genre aka “Women in Danger” films as Gene and Roger once termed them. American Psycho however, is anything but a slasher film.

James Cameron’s great double feature

The first two “Terminator” movies were to me what “Star Wars” was to previous generations. Every kid wanted to be Eddie Furlong. The prospect of having a badass mother who didn’t freak out when you grabbed a gun was overwhelming. On top of that young John Connor had his very own Terminator to command!! When I first watched those movies it was the violence of the first film, the special effects of the second and the time travel paradox of both that kept me up most nights in awe. I must’ve watched them a hundred times and I still give them credit for kicking off my interest to science fiction and the many mind boggling philosophical ideas that come hand in hand with the genre.

Framed in Shame

Olivia Collette

There’s a Someecards meme floating around that reads, “If I don’t have sex with you, I’m a prude. If I use the pill, I’m a slut. If I get pregnant, I’m an idiot. And if I choose abortion, I’m Satan.” That’s the sum of our attitude towards female sexuality, but the movie “Shame” (2011) assures us that men suffering from sex addiction will earn comparable condemnations.

We know what you’ll be doing

Watching Steven Spielberg’s “Minority Report” (2002) again through Blu-ray made me muse on how much my life with movies has changed during the last 10 years. When I watched it with my father at one of the big movie theaters in my hometown on one summer day of 2002 July, we were not yet familiar with multiplex theaters, and I watched movies mainly through VHS while infrequently going to theaters. DVD was slowly attracting my attention and I eventually bought a DVD-ROM drive for my computer in 2002 October. And I was not particularly interested in downloading movies from Internet; why do I have to watch movies in my small dorm room when I can enjoy them at big theaters?

Almodovar’s passionate celebration of cinema: Omar Moore on “Broken Embraces”

Whether or not you believe that “Broken Embraces” is Pedro Almodόvar’s best film, one thing cannot be denied: it’s a film that so passionately celebrates cinema and the filmmaker’s love for it.

Multiple stories frame a complex narrative in “Broken Embraces.” Mr. Almodόvar trains his lens on Penélope Cruz, his muse. She plays Lena, a woman caught between passion and misery in the film, set in Madrid in the early 1990s and 2008. A film director (Lluís Homar) is blighted by the past while also recalling fond memories in the present as he hibernates in the afterglow of a vibrant affair with Lena, whom he directed during the nineties in a comedy. Back then he was Mateo Blanco. Now, in the early 21st century he is Harry Caine – a hurricane of regrets, mysteries and opportunities. There’s Lena’s husband Ernesto (José Luis Gόmez), a billionaire business magnate who has helped Lena pre-marriage and produces Blanco’s film “Girls With Suitcases.” Keeping Blanco in line and on schedule with the film is his agent Judit (Blanca Portillo), and that isn’t an easy task.

The Garden of Pleasantville

Olivia Collette

How do things work in a perfect world? The book of Genesis tells us this much: every living thing lives in harmony, food is plentiful, there is no such thing as pain, and nobody knows the difference between good and evil.

That’s the loophole the serpent uses to convince Eve to eat the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. “God said not to because I’ll die,” she protests. “You won’t die,” the serpent says. “You’ll just be wiser, like God, and see things the way he does.” So Eve eats the fruit because she can’t conceive of anything that isn’t perfect, and if God is wise, then wisdom is perfect too. As for Adam, the Bible never really attributes any motive to his deed. He just seems to take the fruit from Eve without question.