New Releases
FREEDOMLAND An adaptation of Richard Price’s novel that itself owes a debt to the real-life Susan Smith incident, Freedomland is a forceful drama that would be compelling enough without all the needless fuss made by director Joe Roth. Two hard-hitting lead performances combine with some salient points about racial tensions to produce a powder keg of a movie, a far cry from the insipid drivel usually tossed out by studios at this time of year. Samuel L. Jackson stars as Lorenzo Council, a detective assigned to question a woman (Julianne Moore) who claims a black man from the projects stole her car while her young son was sleeping in the back seat. The inner-city locals are outraged at the media attention the story has brought to their neighborhood — where are all the cameras when their own kids are the ones in danger? — and it’s all that Lorenzo can do to keep the police and the citizens from violently clashing. But with the case continuing to baffle him, he turns to a missing-children activist (Edie Falco) to help him determine what really happened to the distraught mom’s child. Moore’s performance is hard to take in its intensity, yet it’s true to the character and her circumstances — rarely has a film allowed so raw a demonstration of parental bereavement. Yet it’s Jackson who holds our attention throughout, making an indelible impression as an African-American lawman whose loyalties are questioned by both his friends in the projects and his acquaintances on the force. Price’s bustling script and the actors provide enough drama to overcome the terrible direction by Roth (Christmas With the Kranks), whose kamikaze style (swerving cameras, rapid edits, a booming soundtrack) displays an inexplicable lack of confidence in his material. Rating: ***
Current Releases
BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN The secret behind this adaptation of Annie Proulx’s short story is that behind its convenient (and infuriating) designation as “the gay cowboy movie,” this is as universal as any cinematic love story of recent times. Scripters Larry McMurtry and Diana Ossana and director Ang Lee have managed to make a movie that vibrates on two separate settings: It’s a story about the love between two men, yes, but it’s also a meditation on the strict societal rules that keep any two people — regardless of gender, race, class, religion, etc. — out of each other’s arms. In detailing the relationship between Ennis Del Mar (Heath Ledger) and Jack Twist (Jake Gyllenhaal), Brokeback Mountain is about longing and loneliness as much as it’s about love — indeed, loss and regret become tangible presences in the film. Gyllenhaal delivers a nicely modulated performance, but this is clearly Ledger’s show: He’s phenomenal as Ennis, and his character’s anguish causes our own hearts to break on his behalf. Rating: ***1/2
CAPOTE Anyone heading into Capote expecting an exhaustive expose on the literary lion and social raconteur might be disappointed to learn that this focuses exclusively on the period when he researched and wrote his nonfiction masterpiece In Cold Blood. In a way, it is an odd choice for a film: Almost everything you need to know about this incident — and, therefore, Capote’s viewpoint — can be found in Richard Brooks’ superb 1967 screen version of In Cold Blood. But the selling point is the excellent performance by Philip Seymour Hoffman: As much as Jamie Foxx channeled Ray Charles to such a degree that it was impossible to tell where the spirits of the two men separated, likewise does Hoffman tackle the persona of Truman Capote and make it his own. Constantly punctuating the air with his whispery wit and entertaining other people as if to the (diva) manner born, Capote is as original on screen as he was in real life. Rating: ***
GOOD NIGHT, AND GOOD LUCK In his second stint as director, George Clooney (who also co-wrote and co-stars) looks at an inspiring moment in US history, when legendary journalist Edward R. Murrow (David Strathairn) did the unthinkable by standing up to Joe McCarthy, the junior Senator who was destroying lives left and right in his maniacal pursuit of Communist infiltrators. Clooney has his sights set, and the targets are all big game. Like All the President’s Men, the movie celebrates journalistic integrity in the face of political corruption, and like Quiz Show, it shows how television, this marvelous invention that has the ability to educate millions of Americans simultaneously, has instead been dumbed down to placate the lowest common denominator (in the grand scheme of things, it didn’t take long for Edward R. Murrow to be replaced by Trading Spouses). Comparisons to the insidious Bush Administration abound, and Clooney decries the lack of modern-day media heroes who could compare with Murrow. Rating: ***1/2
LAST HOLIDAY There’s very little innovation on view in this predictable picture (a remake of a 1950 comedy starring Alec Guinness), but Queen Latifah and her supporting cast — to say nothing of the eye-popping shots of delectable food dishes — go a long way toward making it digestible. Latifah plays a store clerk who, upon learning that she’ll die in three weeks, cashes in all her assets and heads off to a swanky European resort to spend her final days in luxury. The message of the film is that everyone — no matter their lot in life — should be treated with dignity and respect, but after watching Latifah receive endless massages, hit the snowy slopes and chow down on lobster and lamb, most moviegoers will be forgiven for believing that the real message is that (duh) it’s better to be rich than poor. Rating: **1/2
THE MATADOR If someone were to greet James Bond by stating, “You look good,” the answer would doubtless be something on the order of “Why, thank you” or “That’s true.” But here, the reply is bitter and blunt: “I look like a Bangkok hooker on a Sunday morning after the Navy’s left town.” OK, so it’s not actually Agent 007 who utters this sharp retort, but coming from Pierce Brosnan, cast as another character who’s been given a “licence to kill,” it’s the next best thing. Brosnan stars as Julian Noble, a career assassin whose life exists on a never-ending loop of getting drunk, getting laid and getting his target. Burning out at a rapid clip, he opens up to a businessman (Greg Kinnear) he meets in a bar in Mexico City, thereby jumpstarting an unusual relationship. Brosnan is performing his own high-wire act here, daring us not to like his sleazy, vulgar, insensitive, immoral character. As a human being, Julian’s not much, but as a movie character, he’s a keeper. Rating: ***
MATCH POINT An upwardly mobile tennis instructor (Jonathan Rhys Meyers) in London woos a rich woman (Emily Mortimer) but finds himself lusting after an American actress (Scarlett Johansson). Writer-director Woody Allen may have caught a showing of Fatal Attraction before embarking on his screenplay, but more likely, he was inspired by classics of film and literature (most notably Crime and Punishment). Given his reference points, this finds him in a contemplative mood, examining the tug-of-war between love and lust and allowing his protagonist plenty of opportunities to mull over the degree to which blind luck shapes our lives. The film is exceedingly well-written and exquisitely performed (Johansson stands out in her best performance to date), yet for all its dissimilarities to past Allen films, it still ends up playing like a remake of Crimes and Misdemeanors: Allen could have offered more surprises and still retained his thematic stance. But for the most part, Match Point delivers on its premise, and it’s gratifying to see Woody back in the game. Rating: ***
MRS. HENDERSON PRESENTS When did one of cinema’s most accomplished actresses turn into one of its most boring? Except for her atypical (and smashing) performance in Iris, Judi Dench has been delivering the exact same performance dating back to 1997 — that of the frosty, tart-tongued Englishwoman who’s clearly smarter than everyone else in the room. She’s at it again in this predictable piffle about a wealthy widow who finances vaudeville revues staged with naked young women. The shows prove to be a raging success, but then World War II comes along to rain on everyone’s parade. Daffy humor makes way for maudlin drama (complete with requisite wartime speeches), but except for the sight of co-star Bob Hoskins in his own one-man rendition of The Full Monty, there’s nothing here to indicate that director Stephen Frears (Dirty Pretty Things) is doing anything but coasting. The blue-hairs will dig it, though. Rating: **
MUNICH Steven Spielberg’s Munich is largely a fictionalization of the events that transpired after that tragic day at the 1972 Olympics in Germany, when a group of Palestinian terrorists slaughtered the Israeli athletes they were holding as hostages. The movie reveals that the Israeli government sent a select band of assassins to eliminate everyone who was responsible for the massacre. But these characters aren’t positioned as Israel’s version of The Untouchables, with clear-cut visions of right and wrong. Instead, as they carry out each hit on their eye-for-an-eye agenda, each man reacts differently to the consequences of their actions. Is this brand of retribution just? Or are they in effect embracing the same ideology that drives the terrorists? Spielberg’s muddying of the moral waters has drawn plenty of heat, but it’s to his credit as a filmmaker of consequence that he asks the hard questions and doesn’t flinch from any unsettling truths that might emerge. Rating: ***
NANNY MCPHEE Reminiscent of the black comedies routinely made by Danny De Vito (most notably his delightful Matilda), Nanny McPhee finds director Kirk Jones and scripter-star Emma Thompson (adapting Christianna Brand’s “Nurse Matilda” books) similarly employing menacing situations, questionable comic material and oversized, often grotesque characters in an unorthodox attempt to arrive at a sentimental conclusion. Thompson, delivering a sharp performance under pounds of facial latex, plays the title character, a snaggletooth, wart-sprouting nursemaid who mysteriously shows up to help a widower (Colin Firth) contend with his seven monstrous children. Most of the screen time is spent on the kids, which is a shame, since Thompson’s character is by far the most interesting one on view. Nanny McPhee should play well with the small fry, though adults may be more bothered by the clumsy shifts in tone. Rating: **1/2
SOMETHING NEW From Silver Streak to Bringing Down the House, there have been numerous movies in which an uptight Caucasian is taught how to loosen up by an African-American acquaintance. Something New reverses that formula, but beyond this little-seen novelty, there’s not much about this romantic comedy that transcends the story’s expected ebb and flow. Here, the rigid individual is Kenya McQueen (Sanaa Lathan), a workaholic who doesn’t have time to look for her IBM (ideal black male). When she finally does make time to go on a blind date, she’s stunned that the guy, a landscape architect (Simon Baker), is white. Something New is a diamond in the rough, blessed with a vibrant leading lady and choice moments dealing with racial tensions but marred by occasional clunky dialogue and perfunctory supporting characters. This delivers more often than not, but for an exemplary love story starring Sanaa Lathan, rent Love and Basketball. Rating: **1/2
OPENS FRIDAY, FEB. 17:
DATE MOVIE: Alyson Hannigan, Adam Campbell.
EIGHT BELOW: Paul Walker, Jason Biggs.
FREEDOMLAND: Samuel L. Jackson, Julianne Moore.
IMAGINE ME & YOU: Piper Perabo, Lena Headey.
This article appears in Feb 15-21, 2006.
