TV/Streaming

Chaz Bono: On Being and Becomingness

Steven Boone

“Becoming Chaz” airs Sunday, November 27 6PM ET/PT on OWN before the 8 p.m. premiere of its follow-up, “Being Chaz.”

Not too long ago, I was planning to marry a woman who was born a man, so Chaz Bono’s story is a bit familiar. It’s pretty simple, really, and you’ve heard it a thousand times by now: A transgender person feels trapped in the “wrong” body. Just for acting upon this lifelong impulse by changing their physical characteristics to better represent their true selves, transpeople are being assaulted and murdered in shameful numbers. The movie “Boys Don’t Cry” might have softened a few bigoted hearts around this issue, but the killing continues worldwide.

Chaz, born Chastity Bono to celebrity couple Sonny and Cher, could have lived through his transition from female to male in private, but it’s clear in the documentary “Becoming Chaz” that he knew the true cost of invisibility in such a transphobic world. He let the cameras roll during some unflattering, raw moments–the idea being that this story shouldn’t idealize his experience any more than it should exploit it for freak show appeal. The aim is to show that Chaz, the man, is as real as you and I, not an illusion to be brought off. It’s hard to imagine that the killers out there might be moved by all this candor, but those whose indifference or unawareness helps perpetuate discrimination should at least get a healthy jolt of recognition. “Becoming Chaz” is as much about the kind-faced “Dancing with the Stars” contestant’s relationship as it is about his metamorphosis. That was my way into the film: I know a little bit about being “the partner.”

“How to Fold a Flag”: 12 times,for each of a soldier’s virtues

Jeff Shannon

Beginning a new column devoted to films available via Video on Demand in all its forms.

● “How to Fold a Flag”● “We Are the Night”

To say that Javorn Drummond, Jon Powers, Michael Goss and Stuart Wilf come from different walks of life is something of an understatement. If they hadn’t served together in Iraq in 2003-04, they never would’ve met. Now they’re back home, separated by geography, uneasy peace and haunting memories of what they saw and did during a war they determined to be pointless. They might meet again someday — or not — but they share a bond of life, death and military service that they’ll take to their graves.

These are the guys we got to know in “Gunner Palace,” the superb 2005 documentary co-directed by the husband-and-wife team of Michael Tucker and Petra Epperlein. They defended America as soldiers in the Army’s 2/3 Field Artillery Division, never quite sure what they were killing or dying for. There was a fifth “star” in the film, Ben Colgan, who sacrificed his elite Delta Forces post to join the artillery unit in Baghdad. Then he sacrificed his life to an IED.

Ants in Your Pants of 2006

Jana Monji

“The Ant Bully” is now available through HBO On Demand and HBO Go until December 18.

A boy, a wizard and a war–that’s the basic formula for many children’s adventure stories. In “The Ant Bully,” as the name suggests, this story takes place in the insect world, but the bully is the boy named Lucas (voiced by Zach Tyler Eisen). This modest morality tale doesn’t go for big laughs but does deal with situations that young kids will inevitably face.

Based on John Nickle’s 1999 book by the same name, this 2006 feature was the first animated film produced by Legendary Pictures. “The Ant Bully” followed two better known 1998 ant-themed films: DreamWorks’ “Antz” and Disney’s “A Bug’s Life.” All three movies have messages, but are aimed at different audiences.

“The Ant Bully,” rated PG for mild violence, is definitely targeted at young children–preteen kids who might feel powerless, so far outside of the adult world. In the movie, 10-year-old Lucas has no friends and is the target of the neighborhood bully. He turns his frustrations on the anthill in his front yard, causing the ants to scurry about when he floods the anthill.

Puppet Nazis vs. the Grindhouse Gang!

Steven Boone

● Jackboots on Whitehall (DVD/VOD/Digital cable July 26)

● American Grindhouse (DVD/Hulu July 26)

by Steven Boone

The animated comedy “Jackboots on Whitehall” does its best to tweak every British stiff-upper-lip stereotype ever perpetuated in film and popular culture since World War II. This satire employs puppet animation techniques familiar from “Team America: World Police” and classic George Pal puppetoons, but with exquisite production design more akin to Wes Anderson’s stop-motion “Fantastic Mr. Fox.” Instead of marionettes or stop-motion, however, filmmakers Edward and Rory McHenry employ animatronic dolls enhanced with CGI.

The period detail in this account of Hitler’s alt-reality occupation of London is stunning: a convincing re-creation of Whitehall, the road whose major landmarks comprise the seat of British government; the airship Hindenburg, which, in this reality, never blew up and now serves as a Nazi attack vehicle; Hadrian’s Wall and the hills of Scotland; vintage fighter planes, palaces, tanks, luxury cars… Equally meticulous is the costuming, from Winston Churchill’s pinstriped suit to the Raj soldiers’ blue turbans.

While the McHenry brothers’ puppets aren’t articulated beyond some binary limb and neck movements, they are sculpted with such expressive character it’s easy to suspend disbelief. Exuberant character voices help. Timothy Spall as a gruff Churchill, Alan Cumming as a fey Hitler and Tom Wilkinson as a simpering Goebbels play it lip-smackingly broad. Richard E. Grant portrays a tightly wound priest so perpetually furious that its possible he gave his entire performance through clenched teeth. Ewan McGregor lends the unlikely farm boy hero some warmth. Along the way, some downright filthy jokes fly by almost subliminally, under kids’ radar (including a visual joke last seen in “Boogie Nights”). In fact, so much of the humor is adult, whether in raunchiness or complexity, that Jackboots on Whitehall is less a family film than one for liberal parents and their precocious teens. The DVD includes a fascinating behind-the-scenes documentary that details just how much love went into this handcrafted epic.

The Electric Dancing of War Babies

Steven Boone

Playing in theaters nationwide Thursday, August 4, 2011. Details here.

by Steven Boone

“The Electric Daisy Carnival Experience” captures a dance music scene I tend to find noisy and vapid. But that’s me. If you’re a big fan of DJ-based acts like 12th Planet, Major Lazer, Moby and will.i.am, or just a true devotee of the rave scene, this film is immersive, passionate about its subject and visually striking. Director Kevin Kerslake seems to have as many cameras on hand as the Beastie Boys handed out to concertgoers in their gonzo 2006 music doc “Awesome; I F—-n Shot That!”

It helps that Kerslake is a veteran music video director (R.E.M., Nirvana) whose career is probably older than most of the screaming kids in the crowd. He shows no restraint in dropping the camera deep into the mob like a performer into a mosh pit but doesn’t let the chaos take over. It also helps that, right up front, like Michael Bay showing us a Victoria’s Secret derriere in 3-D at the start of his last Transformers movie, Kerslake crams as many shots of unbelievably gorgeous girls doing cartwheels in clown makeup and lingerie as mathematically possible.

Cinema O’Paradiso: Stella Days and Hollywood nights

Jeff Shannon

“Stella Days” (87 minutes) available via iTunes, VuDu, Amazon Instant Video and most other VOD providers (check your local listings). It is also playing in limited theatrical release.

by Jeff Shannon

It seems somehow belittling to pigeon-hole the ever-so-Irish “Stella Days” as a comedy/drama or (saints forgive us!) as that dubious hybrid known as “dramedy.” It is, more accurately, a heartfelt, thematically ambitious exploration of fragile faith confronted by rigid dogma, and its dramatic substance is leavened by the kind of wry, tenacious good humor that has defined the Irish character for centuries.

That low-key humor prevails throughout the film but is most evident in the opening scenes, as when Father Daniel Barry (Martin Sheen) arrives at the bedside of an old, dying woman on the outskirts of Borrisokane, the tiny town in North Tipperary that is home to Barry’s parish. He’s there to deliver last rites (not for the first time), but the old lady’s as tenacious as a potato in barren Irish soil, and all she wants is to hear Father Barry’s mellifluous Latin prayer so she can sleep peacefully and live to see another day.

“The last rites are not medicine,” he tells her with fond familiarity, knowing he’ll eventually return to deliver last rites for real. “Doctor Brady’s your man for that.”

“Oh, he could never cure me,” says Peggy. “I don’t know what I’ll do when you go back to Rome.”

There lies the rub: Father Barry doesn’t know it yet, but he won’t be returning to his post at the Vatican any time soon. He’s a Catholic scholar, an intellectual desperately eager to finish his thesis on St. John at the Cross. He’s far less rigid in his thinking than his uptight superiors, most notably Bishop Hegarty (Tom Hickey), a stern traditionalist who finds it necessary to remind Father Barry that “being an Irish parish priest is not a penance.”

The Ten Best Larry Sanders episodes

August 15 marks the 20th anniversary of the debut of “The Larry Sanders Show,” episodes of which are available on Netflix Instant, Amazon Instant, iTunes, and DVD. This is the first part of Edward Copeland’s extensive tribute to the show, including interviews with many of those involved in creating one of the best-loved comedies in television history.

by Edward Copeland

Over the course of my lifetime, I’ve watched a lot of movies — an old computer contained a program with an editable database of titles and allowed for the addition of new films. Back when I used that PC, my total hovered in the thousands. “The Larry Sanders Show” produced a mere 89 episodes in its six season run from 1992-1998 that began 20 years ago tonight on HBO. “I know it sounds cliché but — honest to God — it seems like it was just about a week ago. It’s so odd that it’s 20 years,” Jeffrey Tambor said in a telephone interview.

Despite the vast disparity between the quantity of films I’ve viewed and “Larry Sanders” episodes, when I recently took part in The House Next Door’s “If I Had a Sight & Sound Film Ballot” series, I found it far easier to prune those pictures down to my ten favorites than I did when I applied the same task to “Larry Sanders” episodes. (Picking a clip or two from each show proved even more difficult as inevitably I’d want to include the entire half-hour.) Three or four episodes I knew had to be on the list, but then it got tough. I considered making a list of the best episode for each character such as the best Brian episode (“Putting the ‘Gay’ Back in Litigation”), the best Beverly (“Would You Do Me a Favor?”), the best Phil (“Headwriter”), etc. With all the priceless episodes centering on Hank and Artie, I imagined those two characters conceivably filling all ten spots alone.

A series that broke as much ground as “The Larry Sanders Show” deserves a grander tribute to mark the two decades since its birth than just a recounting of a handful of episodes — and I had that intention. Unfortunately, my physical limitations and time constraints thwarted my ambitions. Rest assured though, that salute shall be forthcoming (MESSAGE TO BOB ODENKIRK: YOU STILL CAN TAKE PART NOW). As with any list, I’m certain my fellow “Larry Sanders” fans shall express outrage at my omissions (I already hear the shouts of “Where is the one with Carol Burnett and the spiders?” “No ‘Hank’s Sex Tape!’ Hey now!”). Believe me, I’m as livid as you are and may join in the comments to give myself the thorough tongue-lashing I so richly deserve for these unforgivable exclusions. First, though, I’m going to fix myself a Salty Dog, using Artie’s recipe of course. I want to be able to grab those olives, not fish for them. So, for good or ill, I submit my selections for my ten favorite episodes of “The Larry Sanders Show.” Since bestowing ranks only leads to more trouble, I present these ten in chronological order:

Frequently bloody, occasionally disgusting:A Halloween roundup from the fringes of horror

Jeff Shannon

With the exception of “The Woman” (which is still in limited theatrical release), all of the films from “Bloody Disgusting Selects” are currently available on multiple platforms including Netflix (DVD only), Amazon.com and most VOD providers including Comcast, DirecTV, Amazon, iTunes, CinemaNow, VuDu and Verizon FiOS. Check your VoD provider listings, or go to www.bloodydisgustingselects.com for more information about the films and where to find them.

On DVD, all of the foreign-language films reviewed here include an optional English-dub dialogue track for viewers with an aversion to subtitles.

by Jeff Shannon

Historically and statistically, the most abundant, profitable, and creatively expressive movie genre has always been horror. It has consistently been the most viable proving ground for new talent and a focal point for the most obsessive movie fans on the planet. It’s the most purely cinematic of genres, playing to the strengths of an artistic medium that has shock, surprise, dread, fear, and bloodletting built into every molecule of its DNA. It’s a realm of expression that challenges masters and amateurs alike.

Of course, there’s always a downside: The record-setting $50 million opening weekend of “Paranormal Activity 3” (which earned a one-star review from Roger Ebert) — and Paramount’s immediate strategy to keep that franchise booming — provided a stark reminder that, more often than not, horror is where commerce almost always trumps art. It’s the favorite plaything for copy-cats and money-grubbers. The genre’s blood is frequently tainted by fast-buck pretenders and greedy opportunists who care more about profit than the genre’s history, which is the worthy subject of some of the finest film scholarship that’s ever been written.

The Moth Diaries: Young hearts aflutter

Steven Boone

“The Moth Diaries” is now available via IFC On Demand, Sundance Now, iTunes and other outlets. It opens in theaters April 20th.

A secret co-star of “The Moth Diaries” is cinematographer Declan Quinn. He brings to this tale of supernatural incidents at a girl’s boarding school a palette of navy, teal and black to match the school uniforms, and pale flesh tones out of Vermeer. No great innovation there, but quite striking in the service of the story. Director Mary Harron makes sure these images don’t overwhelm the drama by casting young ladies with powerful presences.

Model-actress Lily Cole’s broad face and wide set eyes are terrifyingly beautiful, or maybe just terrifying. Either way, her turn as Ernessa, the mysterious new girl on campus, gives the “The Moth Diaries” a more solid reason for being than its familiar, “Twilight”-tinged plot. She’s a head taller than the rest of the girls, striking an improbable balance between willowy and robust. Her famously red hair is dyed a deep brown (or covered in a masterfully applied wig), providing a stark frame for that porcelain doll face. In one scene, without the aid of special effects, her fleshy yet spindly arms seem to stretch out of proportion, like some Tim Burton creation. (It’s easy to imagine Burton tripping over himself to add her to his gallery of living 19th century humanoids, alongside Lisa Marie, Christina Ricci and Helena Bonham-Carter.) The mystery: Is Ernessa some kind of vampire, witch, ghost or… what?

Extraterrestrial: Sex, lies and science-fiction

Jeff Shannon

“Extraterrestrial” (90 minutes) premieres simultaneously on June 15th on DVD and all major on-demand platforms. It also opens June 15th in limited theatrical release.

If you’ve seen the 2007 thriller “Timecrimes,” you already know that Spanish writer-director Nacho Vigalondo has a noteworthy knack for developing big ideas (in this case, time travel) on an intimate scale. “Timecrimes” marked a promising debut, with Vigalondo in full command of limited resources: With only three central characters and a tightly restricted location, he executed a cleverly conceived plot with stylish economy and Hitchcockian flair.

With his second film, “Extraterrestrial, ” Vigalondo presents another, more intricate exercise in thwarting expectations. Imagine the bloated-budget excess of a blockbuster like “Independence Day,” with dozens, maybe even hundreds of gigantic alien spaceships hovering ominously over Earth’s major cities. Now take the same alien invasion scenario, eliminate 99% of the special effects and spectacle, and shift its focus to four lovelorn apartment dwellers in an abandoned city (in this case Madrid) as they proceed to confuse each other with a comedic succession of lies.

Now you’ve got “Extraterrestrial,” in which the only E. T. is… well, I’m not going to spoil it for you, but here’s a clue: Think of Vigalondo as the anti-Roland Emmerich. He has no apparent interest in epic battles requiring Will Smith to save the world against slimy, monstrous aliens. Instead, Vigalondo attempts an audacious bait-and-switch, keeping his “epic” sci-fi entirely in the background while focusing on what is, essentially, a farcical rom-com about three guys in love with the same woman. It’s a daring attempt at genre-bending that doesn’t always pay off, but it’s a refreshing alternative to uninspired, play-it-safe blockbusters.

Get the Gringo: Mad Mel demolishes Mexico

Donald Liebenson

“Get the Gringo” is available on DirecTV. A wider VOD release, along with DVD and Blu-ray releases, will follow later this year.

“Inmates with guns, that’s kinda new,” Mel Gibson’s Yanqui with No Name (or fingerprints) growls in “Get the Gringo.” “I’ve got a lot to learn about this place.” And there is a lot to learn about El Pueblito, a Mexican prison that makes Shawshank look like Otis Campbell’s quaint little cell on “The Andy Griffith Show.”

Never mind how he got there, it’s how he’s going to get out that gives “Get the Gringo,” formerly titled “How I Spent My Summer Vacation,” its Peckinpah-flavored juice. It’s potent stuff: gritty and grungy, but not without hard-boiled humor. With a nod to the late Dick Clark: It’s got good beatings and you can dance to it, depending on your taste for mariachi music. I rate it a 7.

Something’s Gonna Live: Classic movies by design

Donald Liebenson

“Something’s Gonna Live” (78 minutes) is available via iTunes, Amazon Instant, and DVD.

Architecture’s loss was the movies’ immeasurable gain. Robert Boyle, Albert Nozaki and Henry Bumstead, classmates at the University of Southern California in the 1930s could not find jobs in their studied profession. They wound up at Paramount Studios, where, as production designers and art directors, they set the stage for some of the movies’ most indelible images.

Boyle designed Alfred Hitchcock’s “Saboteur,” “Shadow of a Doubt,” “North by Northwest,” “The Birds,” and “Marnie.” And those are the just the Hitchcock credits. Bumstead earned Academy Awards for his contributions to “To Kill a Mockingbird” and “The Sting.” He received nominations for his work on “Vertigo” and “Unforgiven.” Tokyo-born Nozaki was the art director on “The War of the Worlds” and “The Ten Commandments,” for which he was nominated for an Academy Award.

Richard Garriott, Space Cowboy

Jana Monji

“Man on a Mission: Richard Garriott’s Road to the Stars” (83 minutes) will be available On Demand on Cox from Jan. 13-March 12, 2012 and on VUDU, Shaw Video on Demand and others starting Jan. 13. It opens the same day at Facets Cinematheque in Chicago and other theatrical venues.

“Man on a Mission: Richard Garriott’s Road to the Stars” begins by asking the question: “Why explore space?” By the end of this somewhat indulgent documentary you may ask, particularly considering these tough economic times, “Why spend $30 million to be the sixth private citizen to orbit the earth?” Is this the story of a quest begun in childhood or part of a publicity ploy?

Guilty Pleasures: 50 Shades of Cliché

Donald Liebenson

“Guilty Pleasures” (60 min.) premieres on the PBS series P. O.V. on Thursday, July 12 (check your local listings). The DVD is available for pre-order on the PBS website. It will stream on the POV’s website July 13-Aug. 12.

by Donald Liebenson

“Guilty Pleasures.” A documentary. About romance novels. She didn’t watch documentaries. She didn’t read romance novels. When she agreed to join him for what he called “movie night” (“I’ll show you something you’ve never seen,” he had said lasciviously), this is not what she signed up for. Her inner goddess yearned for a shirtless Ryan Gosling.

“Here,” she offered, unsnapping “Crazy Stupid Love” from its DVD case. Suddenly, like a coiled snake, he lunged, grabbed the disc from her trembling hand and flung it against the wall, sending it spinning, spinning.

Woody Allen: Manhattan Moviemaker Mystery

Odie Henderson

“Woody Allen: A Documentary” airs on PBS stations in two parts, at 9 p. m. Sunday and Monday, Nov. 20 and 21. Check local listings for airtimes. Also available via PBS On Demand.

by Odie Henderson

I took this gig as a challenge. It’s not that I hate Woody Allen; I just don’t adore him as much as you would like. Plus, I live in the Bizarro World when it comes to his films, enjoying the ones most people hate and vice-versa. For example, I hated “Match Point,” disliked “Annie Hall,” and could never commit to “Manhattan” despite its astonishing, heartbreaking cinematography. Conversely, I loved “Deconstructing Harry,” found “A Midsummer Night’s Sex Comedy” amusing, and I may be the only sane person who liked “Hollywood Ending.” These confessions may disturb die-hard fans, but before you vow never to read anything of mine again, you should watch American Masters’ “Woody Allen: A Documentary.” There you’ll discover that Woody Allen dislikes most of his movies, even going so far as to offer to make a different movie for free if United Artists used “Manhattan” for kindling. Compared to that, my “meh” reaction to the gorgeous-looking film is a ringing endorsement. We now know who should be getting your hate mail, don’t we?

Not that Allen would care. Robert B. Weide’s exceptional documentary makes clear that critical opinion is the farthest thing from its subject’s mind. The prolific writer-director has been too busy cranking out a film a year for the past four decades to worry about what anyone thinks of them. You’d have to go back to the studio system’s heyday for that kind of output, work that produced eleven solo and three collaborative Oscar nominations for writing. That’s two more than my beloved Billy Wilder, who coincidentally never got a solo writing nomination. Add to those fourteen writing nods his six directing nominations, sole acting nod and the resulting three wins, and you have one of the most honored filmmakers in Hollywood history. He can expect a 22nd nomination for “Midnight In Paris,” which I cop to liking but not with the slobbering praise afforded it by most critics. (It’s like a cross between Cliffs Notes, “The Purple Rose of Cairo” and a Tea Party rally, with all that “it’s so much better in the past” nonsense.) The fact that awards mortify Allen makes these numerous acknowledgements the kind of ironic, funny joke one would find in, well, a Woody Allen movie.

Indie Game: Super Meat Boy vs. Fez

Odie Henderson

“Indie Game: The Movie” (103 minutes) is available on iTunes on Demand, VHX Direct Download, Steam and directly from the filmmakers.

A debate that occasionally rages over at Roger Ebert’s Journal deals with whether video games can be considered art. Mr. Ebert does not believe so, and his belief has inspired numerous gamers to respond with fury. Some suggest titles that allegedly illustrate the artistic side of online games. Others suggest that a certain film critic is a crabby old man who need not concern himself with a more youthful pastime. Truthfully, I don’t give a crap about the “video games as art” argument; it’s an arts major argument and we science majors aren’t in the business of artful designation.

But the debate popped briefly into my head while watching “Indie Game: The Movie.” This smart, incisive documentary by Lisanne Pajot and James Swirsky follows four men who create online games they feel are extensions of themselves. One speaks of taking all his vulnerabilities and flaws and putting them into his games. Writers do that with novels, painters do it with an easel, and a lot of times, the result is considered art. “Indie Game” shows the creative process in making a game, including graphical design and the crafting of game plot and character. It’s like painting a picture and writing a short story, both valid art forms. This is certain to fuel the fires under this debate.

Return: It’s (not so) good to be home

Jeff Shannon

“Return” (97 minutes) is available Feb. 28 via most major on-demand platforms including cable, satellite, iTunes and Amazon Instant.

When the most intense experiences of daily life are repeated across generations, they become the historical touchstones of our cultural identity. By natural progression they’re woven into our movies, where dreams and nightmares are etched in light.

The returning soldier (a subject previously examined here in the HBO documentary “How to Fold a Flag” and the 1956 Paul Newman drama “The Rack”) has been a mainstay in film since the earliest days of the silent era. When you consider upcoming changes in the ranks of the American military, more and more of those soldiers are now likely to be female. And since independent film is where social progress typically finds its earliest, least compromised expression, we’re now seeing more richly observant films like “Return,” a sensitively rendered drama that marks a promising debut for writer-director Liza Johnson, in rewarding collaboration with underrated actress Linda Cardellini.

Cardellini won hearts with her appealing role on the beloved, short-lived TV series “Freaks and Geeks” (1999-2000) and deepened her range over 126 episodes of “ER” (2003-09). She’s perfectly cast here as Kelli, a National Guard reservist and married mother of two. Still young but spiritually exhausted, she’s just returned home after what she later suggests was a routine deployment in the Middle East. Iraq or Afghanistan — it doesn’t matter which, and the movie never specifies. Either way, there’s no such thing as a routine deployment, and Kelli returns to her previous life in struggling, small-town Ohio, adrift in a state of neurasthenic limbo. War changes you, even if Kelli claims that “other people had it a lot worse.” Kelli may be suffering from some degree of PTSD, but she’s getting no apparent help from military counselors.

Larry Sanders: Changing television and changing lives

August, 2012, marks the 20th anniversary of the debut of “The Larry Sanders Show,” episodes of which are available on Netflix Instant, Amazon Instant, iTunes, and DVD. This is the third and final part of Edward Copeland’s extensive tribute to the show, including interviews with many of those involved in creating one of the best-loved comedies in television history. Part 1 (Ten Best Episodes) is here and Part 2 (The show behind the show) is here.

A related article about Bob Odenkirk and his characters, Stevie Grant and Saul Goodman (on “Breaking Bad”), is here.

by Edward Copeland

“It was an amazing experience,” said Jeffrey Tambor. “I come from the theater and it was very, very much approached like theater. It was rehearsed and Garry took a long, long time in casting and putting that particular unit together.” In a phone interview, Tambor talked about how Garry Shandling and his behind-the-scenes team selected the performers to play the characters, regulars and guest stars, on “The Larry Sanders Show” when it debuted 20 years ago. Shandling chose well throughout the series’ run and — from the veteran to the novice, the theater-trained acting teacher and character actor to the comedy troupe star in his most subtle role — they all tend to feel the way Tambor does: “It changed my career. It changed my life.”

Cab Calloway: The Hi-De-Ho Man

Odie Henderson

“Cab Calloway: Sketches” premieres at 10 p.m. ET/PT Monday, February 27 on PBS’s “American Masters” (check local listings), and PBS on demand after that.

When I was 10, I snuck into my first R-rated movie and caught my first glimpse of Cab Calloway. Mind you, I’d heard him numerous times, as my folks had “Minnie the Moocher” on a 45. But much like the young audience who flocked to “The Blues Brothers” in 1980, I’d never actually seen him before. Until his musical number, Calloway looked like a nice old man. But once the strains of “Minnie the Moocher” started playing, he became something astonishing. He was hypnotic, dressed to the nines, with dreamlike movements and straight hair he shook like no Black person I knew. He was delivered to me the size Cab Calloway should always be delivered: On a big movie screen. I was in awe. 31 years later, I attended a midnight screening of “The Blues Brothers” at the IFC Center in New York City. Despite my familiarity with Calloway’s appearance and his other movies, I had the same reaction to seeing him on the big screen. That film remains the only time I’ve seen him in those dimensions, and he’d lost none of his allure.

Calloway’s appearance in “The Blues Brothers” features in the final act of “Cab Calloway: Sketches,” Gail Levin’s documentary for PBS’s “American Masters.” Director John Landis and the Memphis musicians who made up the Blues Brothers band discuss their time with the self-proclaimed “Hi-De-Ho Man.” Steve Cropper, Donald “Duck” Dunn and Lou Marini speak of Calloway’s constant dapperness and the aura any living legend carries around. He told them stories, had a good time with the actors, and scared the hell out of his director during a recording session of the song Calloway pressed to vinyl in 1930. “Sketches” covers the origins of both Calloway and his leading lady, Minnie.

“Sketches” begins B.M., that is, before “Minnie the Moocher,” with Cab Calloway at the Savoy Ballroom in Harlem. The Savoy was where people went stompin’–it was the biggest Black dance club in town. They called it “The Land of Happy Feet.” If you played there, you’d arrived (at least to Black folks you had). Calloway appears with his band, the Alabamians, who, according to historian Gary Giddins, “had nothing to do with Alabama. ” Upon arrival, Cab and company got into a “Battle of the Bands” with Savoy favorites, The Missourians. “They got their asses beat, ” says Giddens, and Calloway, here in clips from an interview he conducted in his later years, seconds that notion. “But when the Missourians were looking for a new leader, they remembered me, ” says Calloway. His career immediately got a boost.

Stop making senses: An epidemic love story

Jeff Shannon

“Perfect Sense” (89 minutes) is now available via IFC On Demand and can be rented or downloaded via iTunes, Amazon Instant Video, SundanceNOW, XBOX and PlayStation 3. The film will also begin a limited release in theaters on February 3rd.

by Jeff Shannon

The cause of the disease is unknown, and there is no cure. It could be a cluster of diseases, nobody knows for sure. The experts say it’s not contagious, but that’s just a futile ploy to prevent panic. It’s spreading throughout the world as a full-blown epidemic. The symptoms are brutal and unrelenting: Slowly but surely, your senses fall away — first you lose the sense of smell. Then taste, and eventually hearing…panic strikes you anyway, and the world around you ceases to make any kind of sense. How can you possibly survive the onslaught of sensory deprivation? What can you do when you’re overwhelmed by an escalating sense of infantile helplessness?

Welcome to the apocalypse of “Perfect Sense,” an imperfect yet deeply affecting film from David McKenzie, a British director who’s been quietly building a list of respectable credits (his latest is the rock ‘n roll comedy “You Instead”) since 1994. (He also regularly casts his actor brother Alastair, perhaps best known for his role in the popular BBC series “Monarch of the Glen.”) “Perfect Sense” was well-received at Sundance last year, but it’s not the kind of film that makes distributors see dollar signs in their eyes. It’s an actor’s showcase for Ewan McGregor and Eva Green, who meet the challenge head-on. Technically impressive and beautifully filmed (by Giles Nuttgens), quite frankly it’s too distinctive — choke on that, distributors! — to be easily pigeon-holed and marketed to the masses.