Review: Nosferatu

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There have been countless tales of the count since the birth of cinema - but oddly, my favorite film versions of Bram Stoker's "Dracula" tend to be the ones with the name "Nosferatu." There have been some very good versions under other names - Tod Browning's 1931 "Dracula" with Bela Lugosi and Francis Ford Coppola's "Bram Stoker's Dracula," to name a few - but F.W. Murnau's creepy 1922 "Nosferatu" and Werner Herzog's brilliant and atmospheric "Nosferatu: Der Vampyre" remain my favorites.

Robert Eggers' adaptation of the Stoker novel has much more in common with these latter two films as it is artfully rendered and more cryptic than your average Hollywood adaptation of the story, although it veers off from the novel a bit (never a complaint in my book). There are some breathtaking shots here - the most memorable is the approach via coach through the Carpathian Mountains toward the count's castle.

There's not much of a point in describing the plot in depth here, since most viewers and readers likely know it. Of course, every version differs slightly, but suffice it to say that the film starts with Thomas Hutter (Nicholas Hoult) traveling to Count Orlok's (Bill Skarsgard) castle to make a land deal on a new home to which the count will relocate in Germany.

Meanwhile, Hutter's wife, Ellen (Lily Rose Depp) is having night terrors in which a voice - that of the count - calls to her to submit to its will. Without going too much into it, Ellen has long been tormented by the count, and not just due to her husband's visit to his castle. Orlok's coffin is transferred via boat and he kills all aboard before it reaches its destination. Once there, a plague overtakes the town and a local doctor (Willem Dafoe) recognizes that it's the work of an evil force.

There are some curious changes to the story. Instead of the Harkers and Van Helsing, here we have the Hutters and Albin Eberhart (Dafoe). The ending of the story is more tragic than that of the original novel. Eggers' film is certainly gorier - this film's Renfield character pulls an Ozzy Osbourne on a pigeon - and more sexual than Stoker's novel.

Eggers comes at the material with a painterly touch and the film is filled with gorgeous imagery. One of my favorite shots is of Nosferatu reaching his hand out of a window and it appearing as if it were devouring the entire German town in which he has relocated.

Eggers' work is primarily period piece horror films that deal with folklore and mythology. His debut, "The Witch," was an entrancing tale of witchcraft in the Colonies, while "The Northman" was a gory viking epic. My favorite of his was "The Lighthouse," a seriously weird mythological horror film set in the late 1800s in New England.

"Nosferatu" seems like a natural choice for the filmmaker. It might not be the greatest movie ever made about the count - that's a tossup between the Murnau and Herzog versions - but it's a unique artist's inspired take on a timeworn classic. 

Review: A Complete Unknown

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Although it's a bit on the nose, there's a scene in James Mangold's "A Complete Unknown" that adequately sums up the film and the life of its subject, troubadour Bob Dylan. 

"I wish they'd just let me be," he says to a stranger, who turns out to be Mike Bloomfield, of the Paul Butterfield Blues Band, in an elevator. "Be what?" Bloomfield asks. "Whatever it is that they don't want me to be." 

In this case, what they want him to be is an acoustic folk singer, but Dylan later shocks them all when he goes electric in an iconic moment at the Newport Folk Festival of 1965. In the late 1970s, his music took a religious turn. In recent years, he has recorded American standards. Whenever people want one Bob Dylan, he gives them another.

Although Todd Haynes' remarkable "I'm Not There" is still the definitive statement on the chameleonic folk singer-turned rock star because that picture captured his essence through a series of vignettes portraying Dylan as all of us, Mangold's film portrays him as a more singular being, one who doesn't take kindly to direction, even when it's provided kindly - in this case, through the mentorship of Pete Seeger (Edward Norton).

Dylan has been portrayed many times on film - whether it's Haynes' phantasmagoria, Martin Scorsese's straightforward "No Direction Home" or the more pranksterish "Rolling Thunder Revue." There's the more sarcastic and prickly Dylan in D.A. Pennebaker's "Don't Look Back" and even the wacky "Renaldo and Clara." Timothee Chalamet does an outstanding job of channeling Dylan in Mangold's film, even convincingly singing the songs himself. 

Like many films about unique artists, "A Complete Unknown" covers a specific period in the artist's life - in this case, from his mysterious arrival in New York City in the early 1960s up until that groundbreaking moment at the Newport Folk Festival. In the film's beginning, Dylan shows up at a hospital to meet his hero, Woody Guthrie (Scoot McNairy), and serenades him to "Song to Woody," which he wrote, and impressing Seeger, who's there to visit.

Seeger takes Dylan in and helps him to get some gigs, where he runs into Joan Baez (Monica Barbaro), with whom he has an on-again-off-again relationship, and meets Sylvie Russo (Elle Fanning), a fictionalized version of Dylan's first New York girlfriend, Suze Rotolo, who is on the cover of Dylan's first great album, "The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan."

The film portrays Dylan as a genius who is quick with a barb - he says that Baez's music sounds like an "oil painting at the dentist's office" - and is not above using his friends occasionally (he defends allowing Baez to cover his "Blowin' in the Wind" because it will help to raise his profile). There's a warmth to his friendship with Seeger, which makes their eventual clash all the more heartbreaking.

While Mangold's film may not be as inventive as "I'm Not There," it's an engaging music biopic with a terrific lead performance, great supporting performances (Norton especially), a lot of great music, a compelling depiction of the New York City folk scene of the early 1960s, unique takes on historic events (the Cuban Missile Crisis, for instance), and a few surprise cameos of legends - Johnny Cash and Dave Von Ronk, to name a few.

There are a lot of great moments involving the creation of Dylan's music, from a rousing moment when he performs "The Times They are a Changin'" for the first time to an audience at the Newport festival to smaller moments, such as when Al Kooper introduces the organ in "Like a Rolling Stone" or when Dylan buys a siren whistle on the streets of New York and puts it to good use in "Highway 61 Revisited."

"I'm Not There" not only remains the definitive Dylan movie, but likely the best and most unique movie ever made about a musician. Therefore, I thought that making a straightforward Dylan biopic was probably unnecessary after that former film did such a fantastic job of capturing his essence. But I was pleasantly surprised by Mangold's film. It does about as good a job as one could do in trying to sum up the life - or, at least part of it - of someone who has gone out of his way to defy classification and easy summarization. 

Review: Babygirl

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Halina Reijn's offbeat and kinky "Babygirl" features a solid leading performance from its leading lady, Nicole Kidman, as well as plenty of intriguing moments and an interesting storyline about a woman in power who comes to find that she doesn't need to seek permission from anyone.

That being said, the catalyst at the center of the earth-shattering upheaval in Romy's life - an intern named Samuel (Harris Dickinson) - is a bit of an enigma to the extent that we never really learn what his motivations are or what he gets out of the bargain, other than the obvious.

As the film opens, Romy is a CEO and founder of a company that manufactures robotics for warehouse delivery systems, thereby removing the need for humans. She projects confidence and has a young assistant, Esme (Sophie Wilde), who wants to follow in her footsteps as a powerful woman at the head of a company.

At home, Romy is seemingly unfilled with her sex life, namely due to the fact that her seemingly nice-guy husband (Antonio Banderas) isn't interested in such bedroom behavior as placing a pillow over her head while having sex. After a tryst early in the film, she sneaks off to the bathroom to watch porn on a laptop. Ironically, her husband is a theater director overseeing a production of a Hedda Gabbler play about a woman who is unhappy in her marriage.

Things take a turn for the strange when Romy spots Samuel, the intern, and is immediately taken by him. His behavior toward her is, by all workplace standards, alarmingly inappropriate. Upon her first meeting with a pool of interns, he asks probing questions and, as time goes on, he continually engages in behavior that is probably frowned upon in a workplace.

Eventually, an unspoken game begins between them, starting when he orders her a glass of milk from across the room when workers from the company are at a bar. She defiantly drinks it down, and on the way out the door at the end of the night, he whispers "good girl" to her. In a later scene at a hotel room, she crawls on the floor and laps up milk from a plate upon command.

On the one hand, "Babygirl" is - much like another 2024 movie, "The Feeling That the Time for Doing Something Has Passed" - a film about a woman involved in a relationship built around domination, but it's also about the balance of power. Romy believes that she, as a person in a position of power, would be seen as a villain for having a sexual relationship with an intern, who seemingly holds no power. Then again, as Samuel tells her, he holds power over her if he threatened to reveal their relationship to anyone at the company.

Further complications ensue - Romy and Samuel's relationship continues to threaten her increasingly dysfunctional home life, while it also comes out that Esme is having a relationship with Samuel, albeit one that does not involve domination. 

The element that makes "Babygirl" mostly work is Kidman's solid lead performance. Its biggest issue is that Dickinson's character is enigmatic almost to a fault. He exists solely for Romy to use as a method of liberation if that, indeed, is what she is seeking or achieving. Otherwise, Samuel is a cypher with seemingly no motives or purpose.

Reijn's previous film was the horror movie "Bodies, Bodies, Bodies," which had a great punchline of an ending but was an otherwise rote slasher movie with some arthouse pretensions. "Babygirl" is a step up, undoubtedly, and Kidman's performance is among her best in recent years. Even if the film doesn't work entirely, it's unusual and provocative enough to remain interesting throughout. 

Review: Mufasa: The Lion King

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Much like the "Star Wars" films or "Wicked," Barry Jenkins' "Mufasa: The Lion King" is an origin story of a popular film. In this case, it's the story of the father of the titular character from the 1994 Disney classic and its 2019 live-action - although I'm not sure if this phrase truly applies here - version of the same story.

As such, it's not particularly necessary, but also not half bad. The unexpected quality on display in a film that could be seen as a cash grab - although its opening weekend gross seems to suggest this has backfired - is probably due to the fact that it's directed by Barry Jenkins, one of the most interesting American filmmakers to break through in the past decade with his now-classic "Moonlight" as well as "If Beale Street Could Talk" and the TV series "The Underground Railroad."

In other words, there's a little more artistry than one might expect in a blockbuster film based on a beloved Disney property that is being released right before the holidays. The film even features Jenkins' trademark close-up shots of faces, albeit in this case of digitally-created lions and not people.

The film provides the origin story of how Mufasa (once voiced by the great James Earl Jones and now by Aaron Pierre) and Taka (Kelvin Harrison, Jr.), better known as Scar, came to be brothers and then enemies. At the film's beginning, Kiara (Blue Ivy Carter) is sad while awaiting the return of her parents - Simba and Nala - from a mysterious mission. The wise old mandrill Rafiki (John Kani) is left with storytelling duties.

Rafiki tells Kiara how Mufasa was, as a child, separated from his pride by a flood and attempted to wander his way home. On the way, he meets another pride and quickly bonds with Taka, although a rivalry is thrust upon them by that pride's leader, who wants Taka to one day be king. Taka's mother takes a shine to Mufasa and teaches him how to hunt.

When a group of vicious white lions led by Kiros (Mads Mikkelsen) attacks the pride, Mufasa and Taka are told to flee. They set out toward a mythical land that was once described to Mufasa by his mother. Along the way, they meet Rafiki as well as a female lion, Sarabi (Tiffany Boone), which sets up a love triangle of sorts. 

Although Taka has feelings for Sarabi, she begins to have her own for Mufasa after she is impressed by his courage and his ability to commune with nature. The film ends with a battle scene involving the white lions in a place that is iconic to "The Lion King" story as well as a betrayal that we can all see coming.

Despite the film being another in a long line of origin stories trying to cash in on the success of the original, "Mufasa: The Lion King" becomes an increasingly engaging adventure film. Although its target audience skews younger, it's dark and suspenseful enough to engage adults. 

It's filled with songs written Lin-Manuel Miranda and, I hate to say this but, although they vary in catchiness (I could have done without the "bye-bye" song) they don't really add much to the proceedings. This was similar to how I recently felt about the acclaimed "Emilia Perez," a movie I liked well enough, but one that could have done without musical numbers.

Regardless, "Mufasa: The Lion King" is decent for what it is. Would I prefer to see an original creation from Barry Jenkins? Well, of course. But his presence here has elevated what could have been another run-of-the-mill blockbuster origin film into something that's reasonably enjoyable. 

Review: All We Imagine As Light

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A film about sisterhood and creating one's own family when the one assigned to you has failed you, director Payal Kapadia's "All We Imagine as Light" is also a poetic city symphony - in this case, of Mumbai - and the best picture to come out of India in some time.

The movie is what one could call a slice of life, and indeed it starts out - and occasionally circles back to - what come off as documentary-like interviews with Mumbai citizens, who briefly tell of their circumstances, before diving into the story of its three main protagonists.

All three of the women at the center of Kapadia's film have, in some form or fashion, been let down by their families. There's Prabha (Kani Kusruti), a dedicated nurse whose husband from an arranged marriage has been living abroad and working in Germany for years. He rarely calls her and to describe the couple's relationship as estranged is accurate. Prabha is friends with Dr. Manoj (Azees Nedumangad), who is new to the city and is clearly taken with her - but she remains aloof to his overtures.

Prabha's roommate, the much younger Anu (Divya Prabha), who works at the same hospital as Prabha, is secretly seeing a young man named Shiaz (Hridhu Haroon) because her family would not approve of her dating a Muslim. The young couple sneak off for the occasional make-out session in the rain, but do not have anywhere where they can consummate their relationship.

Prabha's widowed friend, Parvaty (Chhaya Kadam) is in danger of being evicted from her home of many years after her now-deceased husband failed to leave her any information or documentation proving that the home is hers. She visits a lawyer who tells her that no evidence that she can provide will hold up in court. Nearby is a luxury property with a sign reading "Class is a Privilege Reserved for the Privileged." Prabha and Parvty toss rocks at the sign, putting holes in it.

The film's first half is primarily concerned with introducing these storylines, with the occasionally lovely flourish filled with haunting music that is accompanied by gorgeous night-time shots of Mumbai, teeming with life and filled with lights of varying colors.

In the second half, Prabha convinces Anu to help her to move Parvaty back to her seaside village, which sets all three women off on their own adventures. Unbeknownst to the others, Shiaz has followed them to the village, so he and Anu finally have a moment alone in the woods.

Meanwhile, Prabha stumbles upon a scene along the shore where an unconscious man is pulled from the water. She revives him, saving his life, and helps to place him in a house where he can rest. A woman tending to the room mistakes Prabha and the man as husband and wife, so Prabha - in one of the film's few mystifying moments - fantasizes that the man is her estranged husband, and carries on a conversation with him as if this were the case.

While the three women were somewhat adrift prior to this journey - Prabha seemed conflicted about her relationship with the kindly Dr. Manoj and spent more time than was healthy prying into Anu's love life, while Anu purchases a burqa for the purpose of sneaking into Shiaz's neighborhood for a tryst and Parvaty struggles with her possible eviction - a final stop at a cafe suggests that these three women, all disappointed with their actual families, might form one of their own.

"All We Imagine as Light," which is an impressive feature film debut, was one of the hits of this year's Cannes Film Festival and has made frequent appearances on year-end lists. It's easy to see why. This often luminous, gentle, and very well acted drama is of the type that sneaks up on you and works its magic. It's a subtle film - but like the city it depicts, it's teeming with life.

Review: Queer

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Luca Guadagnino is on a roll and staying busy. His first film of 2024, "Challengers," was the sexiest movie about tennis ever made and his latest, an adaptation of William Burrough's "Queer," is a period piece in an exotic locale with anachronistic needle drops (Nirvana, Prince, and New Order, to name a few) and a touch of surrealism. He has already wrapped production on another film starring Julia Roberts that will release next year.

"Queer" is, to my knowledge, only the second Burroughs adaptation - the other, of course, is David Cronenberg's bizarre translation of "Naked Lunch" - and it's easy to see why. Burroughs' work is often freakishly outlandish, surreal, unsettling, and sexually graphic to the extent that it doesn't really lend itself to cinematic adaptation. Not surprisingly, Guadagnino's new film exhibits all of these traits.

The picture opens in Mexico, circa 1954, where a gay, drug-addicted American writer named William Lee (Daniel Craig) is seemingly wasting away and cavorting with regulars - including fellow barfly Joe Guidry (Jason Schwartzman, nearly unrecognizable) - at a local dive. There, he stumbles upon a young, handsome, and bespectacled Eugene (Drew Starkey), who may or may not be gay, but who goes to bed with William anyway. 

The film's first half feels as if it should be keeping company with Luchino Visconti's "Death in Venice" (based on the Thomas Mann novel) or Gerard Blain's "Les Amis" - in other words, an older man becoming obsessed with a younger one, although Eugene is old enough for William's interest in him to not be borderline pedophilic as in the other two films. William is smitten with Eugene and does his best to keep his attention occupied during the film's multiple semi-graphic sexual encounters.

But the picture goes in a completely different direction once William - now strung out and seeking more drugs - convinces Eugene to accompany him to South America, where they go deep into the jungle searching for a psychedelic plant of some sort. There, they meet a doctor (a truly unrecognizable Lesley Manville) who is suspicious that the two men are there to steal her research.

Things, from this point, just get truly strange before jumping ahead some years when William - now seemingly sober - arrives back in town, only to get bad news about Eugene's whereabouts. The film then skips ahead again many years - and seemingly back to William's obsession with the younger man - in a finale that's confounding, surreal, and sad.

Guadagnino has dabbled in surrealism before - his much-debated "Suspiria" remake was full of it and his cannibal romance "Bones and All" featured some truly bizarre moments. His films are also known for - ahem - bringing the heat, as evidenced in "Call Me By Your Name" (his best to date) and the wildly entertaining "Challengers," which is my favorite of his 2024 offerings.

"Queer" marries these two techniques. There's plenty of sex - a few scenes are bordering NC-17 territory - and a fair amount of surreal touches. It's less plot-driven than an accumulation of incidents centering around a love story that is self-destructive. William should know better than to fall for the aloof Eugene, whereas the younger man should know better than to get the older one's hopes up.

Through it all, Craig gives one of his finest performances to date and among the year's most fearless. There are times when the film feels as if it might be trolling the audience - such as the absurdity of the trip to the jungle and a moment late in the film in which one of the most notorious scenes from Burroughs' real and fictional life is reenacted - as to whether it's all a bit too much. But on whichever side of that argument a viewer might fall, it's doubtful they won't be engaged one way or another. This is a unique entry into a filmography that has become increasingly interesting.

Review: Maria

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Director Pablo Larrain's third film in his unofficial trilogy of iconic women facing loneliness and life changes focuses on opera diva Maria Callas (portrayed here by Angelina Jolie) as she grapples with losing the thing that has long defined her - her voice and ability to sing.

The other two films in Larrain's trilogy were "Jackie," my favorite of the three, which followed Jackie Kennedy in the minutes and hours after her husband's assassination, and "Spencer," which chronicled a few lonely days and nights in the life of Princess Diana around the Christmas holiday. 

In many respects, "Maria" feels the most like a chamber piece, although there are a handful of scenes in which she ventures into cafes - where she openly tells waiters and bartenders that she's there to be adored, and not for the cuisine - or the odd recitals, which become increasingly painful for her.

But most of the picture is spent in her luxurious Parisian home, where she spends much of her time hanging out with her dedicated maid Bruna (Alba Rohrwacher) and manservant Ferruccio (Pierfrancesco Favino), who double as her only friends. The trio plays cards and Bruna humors Maria by telling her that her voice still sounds good as she flips an omelet. Occasionally, Bruna and Ferruccio move Callas' massive piano to various spots in the apartment due to whichever way her whims are moving her.

The picture's story - mostly set in the apartment - includes two framing devices: an interview with a reporter named Mandrax (Kodi Smit-McPhee), which is also the name of the medication that she's on and who may or may not be real, and her fateful romance with shipping magnate Ari Onassis (Haluk Bilginer), who is careless with Maria's affections.

This is the first Jolie performance in some time that I can recall and it's among her best. It's a challenging role and the camera is trained on Jolie at nearly all times. Maria is portrayed as somewhat of a diva, albeit one who is self aware. She bosses Ferruccio around, but there's always a sense of playfulness involved, and he doesn't seem to take her demands to heart. Callas is also a tragic figure and Jolie's work here is never anything less than deeply felt.

Whether we are seeing the real Callas here - again, there's a sense that much of what is going on in the film is a result of whatever illness she is suffering or the medication that she's taking - or whether she remains a mystery to us completely is left to the imagination. 

Similar to "Jackie" and "Spencer," the film is much less interested in biography - and certainly not hagiography - than it is in a situational examination of its character's psyche at a specific moment. As such, "Maria" is an engrossing and moving experience.

Review: The Order

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Justin Kurzel's eerily prescient crime drama "The Order" is a gripping investigative thriller that features two powerful lead performances - Jude Law as a federal agent who had planned to wind down his career, only to get caught up in an investigation involving bank robberies, a few murders, and an Aryan Nation sect near Denver circa 1983, and Nicholas Hoult as one of the group's frightening true believers who wants white supremacists to step out of the shadows - you know, kind of like they're doing at this moment in the United States - and try to take the country by force.

The film opens with a man being led to the woods where he is executed. A later assassination involves a Jewish disc jockey who routinely gets hate calls from anti-Semites and goads them. The robberies involve everything from banks to armored cars and get increasingly more violent.

Law's FBI Agent Terry Husk has been relocated to the Denver region from Idaho, and he tells Officer Jamie Bowen (Tye Sheridan), an eager and ambitious young cop on his new beat, that he once took on New York crime families and the KKK. Husk's family is supposed to join him in Denver, but the timeline seems vague and he rarely seems to hear from them. He routinely has nosebleeds and drinks a little too much.

Although Husk doesn't believe the crime patterns he's seeing - which span from late 1983 to December 1984 - aren't typical actions associated with Aryan Nation groups, he believes that an offshoot of a local white supremacist church - a group led by Hoult's Bob Matthews - are following the outline of a novel titled "The Turner Diaries" by William Luther Pierce, the chairman and founder of the white supremacist National Alliance.

We learn in the credits that the book has been used as inspiration for everything from the assassination of Alan Berg, the disc jockey killed during the film, to the 1995 Oklahoma City bombing, the 1999 London nail bombings, and the Jan. 6, 2021 insurrection at the U.S. Capitol.

Much like "Zodiac" or various seasons of "True Detective" - with which this film shares a particular vibe - Kurzel's picture follows the federal agents and state police officer who become obsessed with the case and continue to investigate it at their own peril. 

The scenes involving Matthews and the white supremacist church in which he is a member are chilling, especially during a scene in which a man who was once seemingly Matthews' mentor discusses the long war that involves getting their members in positions of power, such as the courts and Congress. Just a month ago in the United States saw a victory for persons involved with groups such as the ones depicted here.

Kurzel's films often give us an inside look on dangerous groups of people, whether it's the bandits from "The True History of the Kelly Gang" or the mobster family in "Animal Kingdom." While "The Order" primarily tells the story from the point of view of Husk and Bowen, it occasionally follows Matthews and his crew. 

The film's ability to humanize these characters - Matthews is seen doting on his wife (and the other woman whom he has impregnated), although his wife looks disturbed when he shows his young son how to shoot an automatic weapon - makes their mission all the more disturbing. And that's the entire point: Fascists who want to force people to live in a society dictated by rules borne out of their own prejudices also have families, friends, and the occasional barbecue.

"The Order" is a solid true crime thriller that is even more relevant at the moment than it likely was when the film went into production. Law gives one of his better performances of recent years, while Hoult is convincing as the fanatic hiding in the body of a so-called family man and good citizen of the community. It's also terrifying because it hits so close to home at the present moment.