Review: Faces Of Death

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As a movie-obsessed child of the 1980s who spent a lot of time watching trashy horror movies, I have naturally come across the "Faces of Death" series - at least, the first one - at some point. I'm not sure if I've seen one of the films in full - but suffice it to say, I've seen enough. 

So, it comes as a surprise that director Daniel Goldhaber - whose "How to Blow Up a Pipeline" was a very effective low budget political thriller - has used the notorious mondo series as a jumping-off point for a solid meta slasher film about how the internet has essentially desensitized us all - and begs the question of why people would enjoy watching the real-life suffering of others.

In the film, Barbie Ferreira plays Margot, a young woman who works at a company named Kino that has a TikTok vibe. Her job is to allow content online or flag it as inappropriate, and much of her day is spent watching videos and then either pushing them through or pumping the brakes. Tellingly, she is told to flag anything that is remotely sexual in nature or has to do with drugs - even videos showing how to properly administer Narcan during overdoses - but most of the violent and disturbing content gets a pass.

When Margot flags a series of videos in which a masked man seemingly kills people in gruesome and realistic manners while surrounded by mannequins, her boss essentially tells her to take a chill pill. "We have to give the people what they want," he says, arguing that the videos are probably fake anyway. But Margot is not convinced.

A little research leads her to discover that the murders are inspired by the first "Faces of Death," a film posing as a documentary but in which most of the deaths were actually faked. That film, directed by John Alan Schwartz, featured a fictitious Dr. Francis B. Gross, whose studies revolving around death led him to capture people's demises via alligators, firing squads, and decapitations as well as a sequence involving the killing of a monkey and the devouring of its brains. Yeah, icky stuff.

Curiously, the film's second lead character is Arthur (Dacre Montgomery), a mobile phone store employee who is the person carrying out the murders on film. When necessary, Arthur can charm people to keep them off his trail - there's a scene in which he smooth talks the police into walking away from his house, where he has a young woman wrapped in plastic and fighting for survival. There's a consistent theme in the picture of law enforcement not believing victims.

The film's other - and most fascinating - concept is why we have all become so numb to what we see online. Margot's past involves a video gone wrong on a train track, and her mission to unmask the killer is mostly driven by her desire to clean up the internet. Most of the victims whom Arthur tracks down, drugs, and then reenacts "Faces of Death" sequences upon are influencers or members of the media.

Although the film's gory finale, perhaps, is a case of a movie eating its cake and wanting to have it too, the picture is an effective, disturbing, and suspenseful story that examines why people have a desire to see horrific things online - which include everything from people performing stupid stunts and getting injured in the process to violent death or dismemberment. 

And it's fascinating that it takes an infamous object created prior to the age of viral video - the "Faces of Death" series - and uses it as a commentary on the dehumanizing impact of the life lived online. For a movie birthed from such a disreputable source, this was a genuine surprise.

Review: Miroirs No. 3

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The films of German director Christian Petzold are often stories about identity or memory, and often feature people on the run from something. Both of these concepts apply to "Miroirs No. 3," a film that might seem like a slight entry in the director's oeuvre, but is more substantive than one might originally recognize.

Petzold's films "Transit" and "Phoenix" were both films about characters fleeing fascism and the latter had to do with a woman under a new guise seeking revenge, while "Undine" was a story that involved a mermaid. "Miroirs No. 3" also fixates - though more subtly - on transformation and identity and, to an extent, a character fleeing something.

In the film's beginning, a depressed piano student named Laura (played by Petzold muse Paula Beer) tells her boyfriend (Philip Froissant) at the last minute that she doesn't want to take a trip with him and his friends, so he is forced to drive her back, a trip during which they get into a car accident that kills him and leaves her dazed.

A woman named Betty (Barbara Auer), who lives near the crash site, finds Laura and brings her to her home. Surprisingly, while talking to the police, Laura tells them that she doesn't want to go home, but instead hopes to continue staying at Betty's house, an arrangement to which Betty agrees without much deliberation.

The two women get along, and we learn that Laura wasn't particularly close to her boyfriend and, therefore, not as distraught as one might think. We then meet Betty's husband, Richard (Matthias Brandt), and son, Max (Enno Trebs), whose existence comes as somewhat of a surprise. It is suggested that the woman and two men might be somewhat estranged - and it's only later that we realize the full circumstances.

Richard takes to Laura pretty quickly, but there's an edge between her and Max, who is somewhat reluctantly tasked with driving her around and helping to fix her bike whenever it needs repairs (which is frequently). Then, a secret is revealed and the group splinters. The picture's final scenes involve a concert in which Laura is performing and ends with a reaction shot of her face that is likely to be debated as much as the ending of Jafar Panahi's recent "It Was Just an Accident."

I won't debate those who'd consider "Miroirs No. 3" a small - or even minor - film for Petzold. It certainly isn't a film that could be considered his defining work - that would be the excellent "Transit," which focuses on his obsessions and themes on a grander scale - and isn't one of his historical dramas or thrillers (such as "Barbara" or "Phoenix"). 

It's a smaller-scale and intimate film about human nature, but there's a lot going on in the picture for a relatively short movie in which not a whole lot happens narratively. It's well performed - especially by Beer and Auer, each of whose characters are fragile in their own right - and written, and makes great use of its desolate locales. Patient viewers who enjoy subtle character dramas will be rewarded.

Review: You, Me and Tuscany

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There's an entire sub-genre of movies about people, often women, traveling abroad and discovering love and things they didn't know about themselves - two of which get name-checked in "You, Me and Tuscany" during the film's funniest running gag - while traveling abroad, although it usually takes place in Italy.

The difference for "Tuscany" is that, unlike so many of the other films in this sub-genre that lean toward being syrupy or maudlin, it's actually funny and, for the most part, a good time. It's a film filled with characters whose offbeat and often amusing traits are utilized for maximum effect.

The picture opens with Anna (Halle Bailey) getting booted from her latest job as a house sitter after the boss gets home early from a trip and finds out that she's been parading around town in the boss's clothes and taking her cute pup out for a stroll, pretending it belongs to her. Anna later admits that she does a better job pretending to be someone else than living her own life. This likely has to do with her giving up on her dream of becoming a chef after her mother died from an illness.

A chance encounter at a bar with a suave Italian named Matteo (Lorenzo De Moor) that almost results in a one-night stand gives Anna the idea to go to the Tuscan town of which Matteo showed her numerous, gorgeous photos. She goes and when she realizes that she has arrived during the height of a popular festival - and, therefore, she can't find a hotel - she finds Matteo's abandoned villa (he's living abroad, much to the dismay of his family, who wants him to take over the family restaurant), locates an extra key, and breaks in.

After being discovered by the family, she is nearly arrested until they spot her wearing a ring she found in the villa and believe her to be Matteo's fiancee. A run-in with Matteo's at-first gruff, but then later charming, brother, Michael (Rege-Jean Page), leads to a conundrum: She can't exactly strike up a romance with him when he and his family believe that she'll marry Matteo.

Story-wise, the film doesn't go anywhere you don't expect it to, with the exception of Anna taking over the family's restaurant for a special occasion that further endears her to them. But what makes up for a lack of originality and the familiar terrain is the gorgeous scenery, the likable and amusing characters, and the film's good-natured approach to the story.

Typically, these type of romance-abroad-while-finding-yourself movies don't typically lay on the humor too heavily, so it's a breath of fresh air that "You, Me and Tuscany" does. There's a particularly amusing running joke involving tour buses full of women, there's an energetic member of Matteo's family who treats Anna like a confidant regarding her affair with a plumber, and Anna's best friend from home, Claire (Aziza Scott) is the queen of voicemail messages.

Again, the film's beats from start to finish feel overly familiar. But there's a theory that there are basically only seven plots in fiction, whether it's a novel or a movie, so what makes a work successful is the how, rather than the what. "You, Me and Tuscany" approaches its material lightheartedly and with a good sense of humor and, as a result, it makes for a pretty good time.

Review: The Drama

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Much like Kristoffer Borgli's previous film, the oddball "Dream Scenario," the director's latest film - "The Drama" - works much better when it realizes that it's a dark comedy and finds the absurdity in its premise. It's when the film tries pushing the envelope too hard in being provocative or exploring its back story with any amount of seriousness that it feels less sure of itself.

This is the type of film that audiences will want to walk into without knowing too much as there is a significant twist that comes about 30 minutes into the film that resets the course of the rest of its story. It is nearly impossible for me to write about the film without discussing it, so anyone who doesn't want the plot to be spoiled should stop reading now.

Still here? If you've seen the trailer for "The Drama," you'll know that Robert Pattinson and Zendaya play Charlie and Emma, a couple in love who are about to tie the knot. However, at a dinner with two friends - Rachel (Alana Haim) and Mike (Mamoudou Athie) - the conversation turns to the subject of the worst things that those at the table have ever done.

For three of the participants, it's all stuff that involves shitty decisions, but Emma, probably a bit drunk, reveals that she once planned and nearly carried out a school shooting when she was a bullied teenager. She later got rid of her father's gun and went on to become involved with gun control activism, all of which she later explains to Charlie, but the damage is done.

From there, the relationship begins to unravel, but mostly due to Charlie's behavior. At first, he can't stop prodding her for information, and then becomes increasingly awkward with others - at one point, he sort of harasses a wheel chair-bound cousin of Rachel and, during another, he acts erratically toward and then borderline sexually harasses a coworker. 

Everything culminates with a wedding dinner sequence that makes the scene in "Rachel Getting Married" where Anne Hathaway gets up to speak seem tame by comparison. And scenes like that one, as outrageous as they are, play best as comedy. Despite the dark subject matter, there's a fair amount of humor to be mined from the scenario.

It's when "The Drama" aims to be provocative, or especially when it tries to over-explain Emma's backstory - which remains somewhat thin regardless - that it stumbles. Much like Borgli's previous film, the strange "Dream Scenario," in which a guy played by Nicolas Cage began showing up in everyone's dreams and, as a result, got shunned by society, the film works best when it leans into the oddball humor of its scenario. Although a film that seriously explores material like that in "The Drama" would no doubt be fascinating, this picture only does so half-heartedly.

One dramatic element of the film that works is the crumbling of Charlie and Emma's relationship, and it's in these scenes that Pattinson and Zendaya are most effective. But this is the rare example of a movie where it might have benefited if the character's backstory was kept more under wraps. How ironic that a film titled "The Drama" works much better as a comedy.

Review: Alpha

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The 2026 year in film's most prominent attribute so far has been misfires from acclaimed or reputable directors of note - first, it was Emerald Fennell's misguided "Wuthering Heights," then Maggie Gylenhaal's tonally scattershot "The Bride!" and, now I'm sorry to report, Julia Ducournau's "Alpha."

Ducournau's debut, the grim cannibalism tale "Raw," generated a fair amount of excitement among cinephiles. It was more a picture that I admired more than loved, but her sophomore effort, the deranged (and I say that lovingly) Palm d'Or winner "Titane," announced her as a major filmmaker and made my top 10 of that year.

At last year's Cannes Film Festival, "Alpha" was considered one of its biggest misfires, so I went into it knowing that it was considered a step down for the French filmmaker. On the positive side, I didn't think it was as bad as some critics contended, but it's still a movie with some interesting concepts and imagery in search of something better.

The film opens with a young girl of Berber descent named Alpha (Melissa Boros) having the letter "A" tattooed on her arm while she's drunk and passed out at a party. This violation is especially egregious considering that the Paris depicted in the film is being ravaged by a plague of sorts that is similar to AIDS in that it is passed along by exposure to blood, through sex, or from sharing needles.

The only difference is that the afflicted begin to grow skin that could best be described as having marble-like qualities. It chips off in chunks and the infirm tend to cough up dust. As the disease takes over, they begin to look more and more like a statue.

Alpha has already seen the disease up close. Her protective nurse mother (Golshifteh Farahani) is caring for her drug-addicted brother, Amin (Tahar Ramin), who will become a mentor of sorts for Alpha, in their home. Amin is nonplussed about the disease and seemingly has a death wish. After a few mishaps in which Alpha draws blood - plus the letter "A" tattooed on her arm - her fellow students begin to believe that she is also infected and torment her as she awaits the results of a test from a hospital. She also sneaks around with a boy in her class who has a girlfriend.

The letter "A" tattooed on Alpha's arm carries the weight of several concepts - for starters, "A" is literally for Alpha, but it is also the letter with which "AIDS" begins. It's also clearly a reference to the letter "A" in Nathaniel Hawthorne's novel "The Scarlett Letter," which in that book stood for adultery, but here is intended for outcasts in general - and Alpha is certainly one.

While all of this interesting - and the film's visuals are compelling enough, though not on the level of "Titane" - none of these themes particularly go anywhere. They are given to us to ponder, but there is little development of these themes or concepts. Much of the film involves Alpha being harassed by other students, sneaking off to see the boy in her class, or spending time with her uncle, who takes her out to clubs and hotel rooms, where he shoots up.

Farahani is particularly good as the overprotective mother and Rahim is lively as Amin, but their characters are somewhat thinly drawn. The family's Berber origins make for some interesting moments, but they are merely used as color here - a dinner table scene for example. 

And while this material should be well utilized in the post COVID era, the film opts instead to be an AIDS metaphor, but for no particular reason. I'm not sure the film has much to say about that health crisis, other than to use some of its tenets to craft a Cronenbergian body horror drama.

Ducournau is a talented director, as evidenced by "Titane," a film that refused to be pinned down as one thing or another - at moments, it's a film about a female serial killer, then it's a father-daughter drama, and at other moments it veers into wildly surreal territory (a woman is impregnated by a car). It was a film that showed strong directorial command and was one of the most memorable films of the year it was released. 

"Alpha," by comparison, has elements that make it compelling in spurts, but it's a grim story with striking visuals that are in search of a more cohesive framework. I'm not sure what "Alpha" had to say about its subject matter - and I'm not sure the film knows either.

Review: A Magnificent Life

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It's been 15 years since animator and director Sylvain Chomet released a film, so "A Magnificent Life" is a cause for celebration. Chomet's debut, the acclaimed "The Triplets of Belleville," was an oddball surprise hit, though his follow up, "The Illusionist," although decent, was met with some controversy regarding representation - it was built around an unproduced Jacques Tati script and featured a Tati stand-in as its lead character.

Chomet's latest film is also centered around a French cinematic icon - Marcel Pagnol, a novelist and playwright who turned to film and ended up building his own French movie studio. Some reviews have noted the odd technique that "A Magnificent Life" utilizes by presenting Pagnol trying to write a memoir and being helped along the way by what could best be described as the ghost of his childhood self.

While responses to this conceit may vary, I found "A Magnificent Life" to still be a lovingly detailed and gentle portrayal of a French cinematic icon and an interesting glance at various points in his life. While I'm familiar with Pagnol's work and have seen some of his films - most notably, "The Baker's Wife" and "Merlusse" - I knew little about him otherwise, including that he was a prolific playwright and author for years before becoming involved in cinema.

The early years depict his fleeing Marseille, where he'd later return to build his studio, and his father, an academic, to move to Paris, where his work was performed on the stage to acclaim. The film also shows the dissolution of his first marriage and his friendship and collaborations with Raimu, the jowly, cigar-loving comedian who would star in some of Pagnol's greatest films (such as "The Baker's Wife" and "Fanny").

Considering I'm currently reading Daniel Kehlmann's "The Director," a novelized take on director G.W. Pabst's work while stuck in Nazi Germany, I found the sections in Chomet's picture particularly interesting as Pagnol attempts to ward off the Nazis who take over Marseilles during World War II and seemingly want to collaborate with him. It seems that Pagnol was more adept at navigating these waters than Pabst.

So, ultimately, "A Magnificent Life" might not be as unique or quirky as "The Triplets of Belleville" and I'm not sure it says anything too deep about art or Pagnol's body of work, but it's an engrossing and occasionally moving story about a life well lived.

Review: Project Hail Mary

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Chris Miller and Phil Lord's "Project Hail Mary" is an amiable space adventure that boasts a solid lead performance by Ryan Gosling, a few mesmerizing special effects, and a mostly compelling, albeit challenging to explain, story about the attempts to save the Earth and universe from a decaying agent.

Gosling plays Ryland Grace, a brilliant guy whose slightly out-there theories and difficulty working with others has made him an outcast in the scientific community. Instead of pursuing a career in the field, we find him in the film's beginning teaching middle school.

Grace is approached by a government type (Sandra Huller), who tells him that a theory of his has compelled her to add him to a team of world scientists who are trying to grapple with an infection that has damaged the sun and could cause it to die in a number of years.

As a result, Grace finds himself on a ship with two other dead crew mates, whose demises remain a mystery to him, floating toward a planet some 11 years away that might possibly hold the key to saving the solar system. Somewhere out there in space, his ship comes into contact with another ship that also holds only one passenger - an extraterrestrial that looks as if it's made of stone that Grace ends up calling Rocky who is also the only survivor on his spacecraft.

The two form a quirky duo with the same mission of finding the planet with the possibly cosmos-saving materials on its surface to save their own planets. Grace finds a way to communicate that allows Rocky to be translated into English, although his grasp of the language isn't always top notch - he says "fist my bump" for fist bump and ends every question by saying the word "question."

While this partnership provides a decent amount of laughs along the way, it ultimately finds its way to a surprisingly moving place. Although Huller and some other supporting characters pop up during flashback scenes, this is mostly a one-man show and Gosling gives a lively performance. 

"Project Hail Mary" doesn't break much ground as a space adventure saga, but then again not every film can be "2001: A Space Odyssey." It's an enjoyable, funny, and occasionally moving film about finding courage in oneself for the greater good and the surprises found in connecting with others.