Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Classe tous risques (1960)


dir Claude Sautet
writ. Jose Giovanni (novel & dialogue), Claude Saute, Jose Giovanni and Pascal Jardin (adaptation)
feat. Lino Ventura, Sandra Milo, Jean-Paul Belmondo, Marcel Dalio, Michel Ardan, Simone France, Stan Krol

In Sautet's French twist on American noir, the focus shifts from the crime to the personal lives of the criminals. Abel Davos (Ventura) is a family man on the run, clearly still hooked on the adventure of his chosen life, but currently more concerned with moving his family to a safe new home. Tragedy and deceit naturally ensue, but so does an unexpected new friend and ally, in Eric Stark (Belmondo). As Eric joins forces with Abel, he slips into the family dynamic, a fraternal cameraderie between the two men and an avuncular role with Abel's young boys.

The film bounces between Abel's dual quest for safety and revenge and lingering moments of normalcy, family being family or Eric trying to get the girl. Trust and loyalty are tested and punishments administered, though the outcome of the story (particularly given an ending that seems uncertain of the filmmaker's conviction) comes second to the theme that an ordinary life is the ultimate goal even for killers and thieves.

Ghost Busters (1984)


dir. Ivan Reitman
writ. Dan Aykroyd and Harold Ramis, Rick Moranis (uncredited)
feat. Bill Murray, Dan Aykroyd, Sigourney Weaver, Harold Ramis, Rick Moranis, Annie Potts, William Atherton, Ernie Hudson, David Margulies

Ghost Busters is an astounding example of pitch perfect storytelling, a near miraculous balance of action, comedy, and pacing. The jokes fly wildly (not carelessly), moving with the story, never slowing it down for a slack jawed audience to obediently laugh before waiting for the next one. In early slower moments, the filmmakers wisely use Bill Murray to charm his way through character development. Exposition is revved up with the techno-geek patter of Aykroyd and Ramis, with Murray breaking it down for the layman with amusing interruptions.

And of course, there are ghosts, still fun and functional 25 years later, despite advances in special effects, thanks largely to the sharp decision not to make the appearance of the ghosts particularly important to the story. Also, when you climax with a giant, round, soft-edged marshmallow man, you make it easier for 80s effects wizards to create something both plausible and entertaining.

A few 80s songs off the soundtrack sting the ears, though the film largely escapes the worst pains of aging. This enduring success and survival is the result of Ghost Busters swift and limber pacing, a head of steam fueled by a terrific roster of top talent, in synch in tone and commitment to an energized, playful story.

Murmur of the Heart (Le souffle au coeur) (1971)


writ. and dir. Louis Malle
feat. Lea Massari,
Benoît Ferreux, Daniel Gelin, Michael Lonsdale, Ave Ninchi, Gila von Weitershausen, Fabien Ferreux, Marc Winocourt

With convincing offbeat scenes of bonding and budding adolescence,
Louis Malle establishes a family that appears natural and appealing, like a bunch of kooky neighbors with whom it would be fun to share a drink now and then. With this familiarity, he slyly disarms the viewer, altering expectations and inhibitions over the course of his deceptively airy film as the story moves toward a climax that is both horrifically unsettling and inevitable. With masterful sleight of hand, he reduces the revulsion to a mere flinch, its impact overwhelmed by Laurent's sunny disposition and newfound manhood.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (1969)


dir. Ronald Neame
writ. Muriel Spark (novel), Jay Presson Allen (play and screenplay)
feat. Maggie Smith, Robert Stephens, Pamela Franklin, Gordon Jackson, Celia Johnson, Diane Grayson, Jane Carr

The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie has all the character and complexity of a woman unabashedly certain that she is in the prime of her life. Jean Brodie (Smith) struts the school grounds, her pride stoked by her effect on men and the girls she not only teaches, but coaches into teenage life. At the height of her charismatic powers, her ego verily bursts from her attractive and well-postured body, rendering her romantic notions about heroic dictators, passion, and art incontestable, her ideology above reproach.

But Jean's ideas about the world were born of her own young experiences of love and loss, then harbored and fueled in the safe haven of the classroom, encouraged by a regularly replenished tribe of adulating girls on the brink of adolescence, all too susceptible to a seemingly worldly mentor professing the importance of love and truth. Over the years, Jean's vague, static utopia grates against reality, and though she feigns preparation for change and the unavoidable results of aging, her purely philosophical defense crumbles quickly and easily when challenged. In the end, it is her narcissism that both creates and destroys Jean Brodie's so-called prime, the time spent protecting and prolonging her perfect self wasted, her ensuing decline calling into questioning the value of every aspect of her character- as a teacher, a leader, a lover, a woman.

Yet even in her departing speech, there is pride and strength in Jean Brodie's voice and plans for the future. This resilience and
Jean's qualities, both troubling and admirable, evident in the treacherous former pupil who orchestrates her downfall leaves the viewer with the lingering difficult question of what makes a proper role model.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days (4 luni, 3 saptamâni si 2 zile) (2007)


writ. and dir. Cristian Mungiu
feat. Anamaria Marinca, Laura Vasiliu, Vlad Ivanov, Alexandru Potocean

Director Cristian Mungiu deftly weaves a story of black market abortion in Ceausescu regime Communist Romania by choosing the perspective of the pregnant woman's friend. In selecting an approach that would seem to distance the viewer from the subject, he instead focuses even more pointedly on the pain and resounding emotional effects of a difficult decision.

From the outset, Otilia (Marinca) proves resilient and reliable, making arrangements, booking a hotel room and bringing the abortionist (Ivanov) there, while
the the pregnant Gabriela (Vailiu) botches important details, a lack of preparedness that stems from a combination of personality and an understandable reaction to the daunting predicament of securing a highly illegal, terrifying operation. When it comes to it, far more tense and threatening than the procedure itself is the negotiation leading up to it, a kind of black market drug deal where the dealer is well aware that he has the upper hand. Here the full cost of the choice is brought to bear, desperation forcing the friends to pay more than their friendship may be able to afford, and pushing Otilia to the brink, challenging her sanity and beliefs as she calls her whole life into question.

As thoughtfully and thoroughly the film explores emotional pain, it decisively avoids gruesome imagery, instead leading the viewer to the moment, then leaving the rest to the imagination. One key exception is an unforgettably searing shot that will challenge some to keep their eyes open, a singular image that is arguably mandatory. Without it, the subject would not be fully realized.

if... (1968)


dir. Lindsay Anderson
writ. David Sherwin (screenplay), David Sherwin & John Howlett (script "Crusaders" that screenplay was based upon)
feat. Malcolm McDowell, David Wood, Richard Warwick, Christine Noonan

This story of a strict British private school smacks of Dickens and Lean via Billy Liar with a hint of the yet-to-come A Clockwork Orange, a touch of fantasy escapism and rebellious violence spawned by abusive schoolmasters and restricted adolescence. Though it drifts toward the suggestion that creativity may be provoked, if sporadically and explosively, by the attempt to control and inhibit youngsters, whenever this notion is raised, it is all too briefly nurtured, returning the film to the tired old tropes of the lash and egotistical authorities.

While there is a degree of satisfaction in seeing McDowell in a role that grooms him for A Clockwork Orange
, and the film is likely a landmark in shock value and surely loaded with a few delightfully absurd flights of fancy, it doesn't age well, too closely tied to the lifelessness enforced by its power wielding elite.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Elevator to the Gallows (Ascenseur pour l'échafaud) (1958)


dir. Louis Malle
writ. Louis Malle & Roger Nimier (adaptation), Roger Nimier (dialogue),
Noël Calef (novel and pre-adaptation)
feat. Jeanne Moreau, Maurice Ronet, George Poujouly, Yori Bertin, Jean Wall

Louis Malle rolls out a hip noir tale of murder and suspense in his directorial debut, defying a title that dares to give away too much plot with numerous twists to keep the viewer guessing. As Julien (Ronet) awaits discovery in the eponymous lift, Florence (Moreau) roams the streets of Paris longingly searching for him, fearing that she's been left for another woman. Meanwhile, Louis (Poujouly) and Veronique (Bertin) race around town in Julien's car, a younger, imaginary version of the older couple, as prone to trouble but wilder and less experienced.

There are fast cars,
curious characters, dangerous deeds, and violence, but it's the improvised score by Miles Davis that really fuels the film, lending life and anguish to the action. It is the mood modulated by the music that brings Elevator to greater heights than its relatively simple story.