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Film writer and reporter Nathan Duke's musings on film, popular culture and the overall state of things.
Sunday, June 29, 2025
Review: F1
Sunday, June 22, 2025
Review: Caught By The Tides
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I've long admired and enjoyed the work of Jia Zhang-Ke, one of China's most highly acclaimed and prolific filmmakers whose work often employs a fiction-docudrama hybrid. His latest, "Caught by the Tides," should have been my cup of tea, considering that it features characters from some of his finest films, was shot over a period of many years (I've always been a sucker for movies that explore the passage of time as a theme), and features the melancholic and often beautifully shot imagery one would associate with a Zhang-Ke film.
With some works, what you get out of it has to do somewhat with what you bring to it - or, rather, how much of yourself you're willing to give to it. In this case, I'll fully admit that at times I wasn't completely following the film - which has an elliptical pattern, even for this director - or as invested in it as I have been with his other works.
This is not to say it's a bad film by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, I appear to be in the minority in terms of where I stand on it - which is this: I'd place it somewhere in the realm of Zhang-Ke's films that go heavier on the docudrama angle, such as "24 City" or "Swimming Out Till the Sea Turns Blue," both of which are movies that I'd rank lower in his filmography.
The film has some of the startling imagery and moody editing and use of music that his best films - namely, "Ash is Purest White," "Platform," "Unknown Pleasures" or "Mountains May Depart" - utilize, but it didn't strike me in the quite the same way. It's entirely possible I could have a different experience watching it a second time (which I eventually might).
Suffice it to say, this film is significantly more elliptical than any of the other films I just praised. It starts in 2001 and ends somewhere during the COVID-19 pandemic (2022, I believe), and various characters pop in and out of the action. There's a fair amount of dancing and singing (karaoke and otherwise) and, as usual, Zhang-Ke's greatest concern is observing the vast changes that China has undergone over the past few decades.
There's an entire section set in 2006 against the backdrop of the Yangtze River, where the forced migration of citizens in the region occurred to make way for the installation of the Three River Gorges dam, a topic that the director covered extensively in his film "Still Life" (another good one).
The film, shot over two decades much like Richard Linklater's "Boyhood," basically follows the story of Qiaoqiao (Zhao Tao, a Zhang-Ke regular) as she pursues her missing lover, Bin (Li Zhubin). The picture's various eras can be distinguished by the film stock, which varies from grainy video during Aughts-era scenes to crisper images for sequences set in the present.
Qiaoqiao's character first debuted in Zhang-Ke's acclaimed 2002 film "Unknown Pleasures" and the way she's utilized in this film also recollects her work in "Still Life" and "Ash is Purest White." In some ways, "Caught by the Tides" plays like a greatest hits of the director's work, not only in terms of style and themes that he often explores, but also his cast members and characters.
As such, "Caught by the Tides" feels a little like a summary of his body of work - but, for me, it is a lesser entry. Not a bad movie, but not nearly as evocative as the great "Ash is Purest White," the moving "Mountains May Depart" or his early works that put him on the map, such as "Platform" or "Unknown Pleasures." Perhaps, the film deserves another try - but for now, it's an intermittently interesting work that feels like a minor film for a significant director.
Review: 28 Years Later
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Danny Boyle's "28 Years Later" is an expectations-subverting sequel to one of the 21st century's best horror movies that isn't so much interested in giving audiences exactly what they think they want, but is instead an idiosyncratic beginning of a new trilogy that moves the story forward in ways most people won't expect.
The picture opens briefly in the year when the catastrophe struck, causing millions of people in the UK - and years later, the infection has been contained in quarantined England, Scotland and, presumably, Ireland and Wales - to be rage-filled zombies. A group of children watch "Teletubbies" on TV and, moments later, the attack begins. Only one boy escapes the melee and it's not until the end of "28 Years Later" that we discover what happened to him.
The rest of the film is set on a secluded fortress of a Northumberland isle known as Holy Island where some sense of civilization has been restored. A young boy named Spike (a very good Alfie Williams) lives with his aggressive father, Jamie (Aaron Taylor-Johnson), and mother, Isla (Jodie Comer), who is suffering from a mysterious ailment (no, not that type).
The island is connected to the mainland by a causeway that can only be accessed at low tide. Every young boy in the village's rite of passage involves being taken to the mainland to hunt the infected, although it's the slow-moving and crawling ones they typically seek out. There's also a type known as Alphas, and Spike and his father come across one of these during their trip. This particular Alpha is faster and smarter than most infected. The Alpha's preferred method of killing is ripping out one's spine and it has disturbingly, ahem, pronounced genitalia.
After a very close call between Spike, Jamie, and the Alpha, the former two return to the village, where Spike learns something upsetting about his father. He sees a raging fire in the distance and is told of a now-mad doctor who lives there, prompting him to collect his mother and flee with her to the mainland to find the doctor, whom Spike hopes will heal his ailing mom. Much of the film is their offbeat and occasionally frightening trip to find Dr. Kelson (a very good Ralph Fiennes), whose demeanor and abode reminded me of "Apocalypse Now," although Kelson is a much milder and even compassionate Kurtz.
In terms of similarities to Boyle's 2003 modern horror classic, there are some frightening moments involving the infected and its portrayal of a societal breakdown. There are also some moving moments at the end of Spike's journey, making it similar to the original film, which had more heartrending scenes than one might expect in a zombie film.
But that's basically where the similarities end. This is a very different experience than Boyle's original film or the mostly decent 2007 sequel. Boyle's original film made great use of music - needle drops by Brian Eno, Blue States, and Godspeed You Black Emperor and John Murphy's score were great in creating mood - while the lonely shots of deserted London, the film's take on the dangers of militarism, and the relationships between the film's characters all added up to a potent brew.
In "28 Years," the music has primarily been left to Young Fathers, whose score is decent but doesn't quite pack the punch of the original. While the first film had a lonely, melancholic tone to it that made it so memorable, this sequel has a much odder and constantly evolving one. That's not a bad thing - it's just a very different viewing experience.
The film includes some very tense sequences that are followed by some of a quirkier nature. The scenes involving Fiennes' isolated Kelson take on a more cosmic nature and there's an interesting take on the phrase memento mori that is utilized during these scenes. This section of the film is also its most moving.
The picture ends on a strange - again, not in a bad way - note that is meant to segue into the next film, "28 Years Later: The Bone Temple," which is set for a January release. I'm curious to see where this series goes next and hope that Boyle and screenwriter Alex Garland can secure the funding for the third and final film, which will likely bring back one of the original film's most beloved characters. As for now, this is a solid start to the new series. Perhaps, no "28" film will ever match the original, but something new and original like this film is the next best thing.
Sunday, June 15, 2025
Review: Materialists
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Marrying for love or money is question at the heart of "Materialists," the sophomore feature of Celine Song, whose recent "Past Lives" was the best debut I'd seen in a number of years. But for Lucy (Dakota Johnson), the matchmaker lead character in the film, many other qualities are examined at an almost clinical level.
When Lucy meets with clients, they break down their interests in the opposite sex to a degree that's borderline absurd - they must be "fit," they must be no taller (or shorter) than a certain height, they must make a specific amount of money, and so on. The transactions seem more like what might happen when one is buying a car rather than seeking a romantic partner.
Lucy is not particularly adept at love, or even interested in it, but she's very good at setting others up, though one of her pairings goes disastrously wrong. As the film opens, she is being celebrated at her matchmaker firm (do these things exist?) for the ninth wedding among couples she has introduced.
At the wedding, Lucy is called upon to talk down the nervous bride, who gives a pretty humorous reason for why she ultimately wants to marry her beau. While there, Lucy runs into two men - her ex, John (Chris Evans), a struggling actor who's working for a catering business at the wedding; and Harry (Pedro Pascal), the rich brother of the groom who seems less interested in the services she offers than he is dating her specifically.
Lucy decides to give Harry a try and their relationship seems like one of comfort and low stakes. Meanwhile, Lucy remains friends with John and appears to still have feelings for him, but admits that she cannot get past his low wages and the fact that he lives with some slob roommates in a dingy apartment, the scene of one of the film's funniest moments that involves a used condom.
While "Materialists" is billed as a romantic comedy and certainly plays as such for portions of the movie, it's also too cool and sleek at other times to fit that category. And as the film moves along, it becomes more serious, especially after one of Lucy's clients has a very bad encounter with a date.
All in all, I liked "Materialists." It's well acted, often funny, and well written. Much like "Past Lives," Song again displays the knack for some thoughtfully placed needle drops - songs by Johnny Thunders and Harry Nilsson are used intelligently here - as well as a good ear for dialogue and examinations of romantic relationships.
If it's not on the level of "Past Lives," that's probably because that film was the most impressive debut I'd seen in at least a decade. If her first film often felt like a knife in the heart, her second is more on the light and breezy side, though it's also pretty sharp in its examination of how modern Americans blend love and commerce. This is a likable and enjoyable romantic dramedy from one of American film's most talented newcomers.
Thursday, June 12, 2025
Review: The Life of Chuck
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There aren't that many films I would describe as special and even fewer I'd call profound, but Mike Flanagan's "The Life of Chuck" - which is based on a Stephen King novella of the same name - manages to be both. I'm tempted to not describe too much about the film's plot because I think viewers should go into it knowing as little as possible.
Suffice it to say, it's a film in three acts, although movements might be a better word to describe its three parts, especially considering the importance that music and rhythm play in the picture. On its surface, the film's latter two sections involve chapters from the life of Chuck Krantz, an accountant whose existence seems by all measures not exactly extraordinary.
The first section - which is really the final chapter as the film goes backward in time - may or may not be some sort of pre-apocalyptic story involving a handful of characters who are baffled about signs popping up around their town celebrating Chuck's 39 years, and they assume it must have to do with his retirement from his job. Meanwhile, the internet stops working and soon afterward the cable channels. Part of California has crumbled into the sea, while other parts of the world are burning. The end, as they say, appears nigh.
The first section's primary protagonists are a teacher (Chiwetel Ejiofor, great as always) and his ex (Karen Gillan) who decide that with the end possibly near, the persons with whom they'd like to spend their last moments are each other. In between their final scenes together, Ejiofor takes part in some lovely and fascinating conversations with the townspeople about lost hopes and dreams, the nature of the universe, and many other things.
Many films barely have a perspective at all, but "The Life of Chuck" is bursting with ideas. The joy of dance faces off against the love of math, of all things, and both are given room for the wonder they instill. Carl Sagan's concepts of the universe make an appearance and a famous quote by Walt Whitman - "I am large, I contain multitudes" - gets a lot of mileage here.
The second section of the film is just a fleeting moment in Krantz's life and contains one of the most joyous dance numbers of recent memory. Tom Hiddleston is terrific as Chuck in middle age. As this brief section winds down, audiences may likely have little idea where it's all going, but each section is a piece of a puzzle that provides depth for its final section.
The third and longest section is set during the childhood of Chuck (portrayed by a buoyant Benjamin Pajak), who lives with his grandparents, Sarah (Mia Sara) and Albie (Mark Hamill), who raise him as their own after his parents die. I don't want to say much more, other than all three sections are significant to the overall picture here and they come together beautifully by the film's end, which reminded me - oddly enough - of "2001: A Space Odyssey."
The film ranks among the greatest adaptations of King's works - which include "The Shining," "Stand By Me," "The Shawshank Redemption," and "Carrie." Few directors have been able to successfully translate King's work to the screen as Flanagan, who has also directed adaptations of "Doctor Sleep" and "Gerald's Game."
"The Life of Chuck" plays with apocalyptic scenarios, but it's not science fiction, and there's sort of a ghost story, but it's far from a horror movie. It tiptoes to the line of sentimentality but avoids it and achieves pathos instead. It's ultimately a simple story when you break down the narrative, but it's thematically rich and open to interpretation. And yes, it contains multitudes.
Saturday, June 7, 2025
Review: The Phoenician Scheme
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After two back-to-back films that rank among his best, Wes Anderson's latest, the short and breezy "The Phoenician Scheme," is more of a lark - a minor film, albeit an enjoyable one. The picture is, as always, loaded down with numerous returning cast members, an impeccably just-so mise en scene, and some of the themes one would expect from an Anderson film.
It is, nevertheless, after the structurally and otherwise inventive - but also underrated - "The French Dispatch" and the profound "Asteroid City," a more lightweight affair, despite being slightly more violent and obsessed with death than your typical Anderson film.
The movie follows the travails and exploits of Zsa Zsa Korda (Benicio Del Toro), who has just survived his sixth plane crash and assassination attempt. The year is 1950 and Korda, a businessman and all-around schemer, is in the midst of a massive deal, albeit one without slave labor or detriment to the environment, something on which he prides himself and an indication that his previous deals have been less than above-board.
The details of the project are too labyrinthine and absurd to describe in detail, but more important to the film is Korda's other big plan - to name an heir in light of the multiple attempts on his life. But rather than picking one of the numerous young boys - some sired by Korda, others adopted - living in his home where he conducts business, he chooses his estranged daughter, a nun named Liesl (Mia Threapleton), who has a score to settle with her father due to rumors that he may have been involved in her mother's death.
Much of the film involves Korda and Liesl, who agrees to sign on as heir on a "trial basis," traveling to various corners of the world to convince his financial backers to provide more funding for his project. These include a Middle Eastern prince (Riz Ahmed), basketball fanatic brothers played by Tom Hanks and Bryan Cranston, a French nightclub owner named Marseilles Bob (Mathieu Amalric), an American military man (Jeffrey Wright), and a cousin (Scarlett Johansson). Last on the list is Uncle Nubar (Benedict Cumberbatch), who looks like a Russian czar and whom Korda blames for Leisl's mother's death.
Much like many other films in Anderson's oeuvre - but especially "Rushmore," "The Royal Tenenbaums," and "Asteroid City" - "The Phoenician Scheme" involves one of Anderson's longstanding fixations - relationships between either estranged parents and children or younger characters struggling against father figures. Much of it is played for humor in his latest picture, but it ends on a note of subtle warmth.
Overall, "The Phoenician Scheme" is more of a trifle, which might be due to the fact that his two most recent films - "Asteroid City" and "The French Dispatch" - were such high points in the director's career, the former being an insightful and profound take on our place in the universe that left me thinking about it for days. In comparison, his latest is more laid back and less heavy.
But it's still a good time. The cast is, not surprisingly, great, especially Del Toro in his first lead role in an Anderson film and Michael Cera as Bjorn, the Swedish tudor of Korda's children who has a few tricks and secrets up his sleeve. The production design is impeccable, the film is funny in the way that most Anderson movies are, and the director as always manages to squeeze a whole lot into a short running time. It might not be among his finest works - I'd place it somewhere in the same vicinity "Moonrise Kingdom" - but it's imaginative and enjoyable.
Sunday, June 1, 2025
Review: Bring Her Back
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Australian filmmaking brothers Danny and Michael Philippou's first two gruesome features focus on characters who are grieving and ultimately find themselves mixed up in body horror stories involving supernatural elements. I thought their first film, "Talk to Me," was a little overrated, but mostly good, whereas their latest, the grim and gloomy "Bring Her Back," is just overrated.
The film follows two siblings - Andy (Billy Barratt) and Piper (Sora Wong) - as they find themselves in the foster care system after discovering their father dead in the shower. It is suggested that the hulking Andy was traumatized by his experiences with his father and previously found himself in some trouble, while Piper, who is blind, was the favored child and Andy's stepsister. There seems to be some question as to whether he'll successfully be able to gain custody of her when he turns 18.
The two land in the home of Laura (Sally Hawkins), a former social worker who lost her daughter, also blind, some time before in an accident. Laura comes off as warm and inviting, a goofy individual who likes to blast music in the house, curses off the bat in front of Andy and Piper, and even gives in to Andy's request to allow them to take some whiskey shots.
There's also an unexplainable presence in the house - a young boy named Oliver (Jonah Wren Phillips) who will not speak, has a shaved head, and a bruise of some sort underneath his eye. Andy never seems to get the response he wants when enquiring about Oliver's backstory.
Not too long after they have been staying at Laura's, some odd things occur. Andy starts wetting himself and we later discover a nefarious explanation. At every turn, Laura appears to undermine Andy in front of Piper, reminding him that her report on their relationship could make or break his efforts to later be her guardian.
Much like after a particularly memorable gruesome sequence in "Talk to Me" - a scene involving a younger sibling playing a deadly game - things go haywire in this movie after a nauseatingly gruesome sequence in which Andy tries to feed Oliver some melon. From there, things get more disturbing.
There's a lot going on in "Bring Her Back" and, truth be told, there's insignificant explanation for much of it. The filmmakers continually show clips of some sort of ritual involving a cult that become increasingly grotesque, but the role they play in the film's story is nebulous to a frustrating degree. There are also numerous scenes of horrific body horror gore involving children and most of them appear to exist solely to shock.
Hawkins, a great multitalented actor, convincingly portrays Laura as a person whose grief turns monstrous, and Barratt and Wong are both solid as the children unfortunate enough to be in her care. But one of my quibbles about "Talk to Her" was that, though impressive in many respects, it ultimately didn't add up to more than just being a decent horror movie. "Bring Her Back" is more extreme in this respect: It's unrelentingly gruesome and grief is clearly an important element of the story, but it mostly feels skin deep - which might seem like a bad pun considering how much flesh is torn in this picture.
The Philippou brothers are obvious talents - "Talk to Me" was, if nothing else, a series of impressive set pieces - but they have taken a step back here. "Bring Her Back" ultimately left me cold. It's the feel bad movie of the summer and while it puts its audience through the ringer, there's little payoff to make the experience feel worthwhile.
Review: Jane Austen Wrecked My Life
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If you're thinking that a film about a love-averse bookshop employee who adores Jane Austen, but avoids romance, and is invited to spend a week at Austen's home for a writer's workshop where she'll most likely find love sounds like the setup to a corny early 2000s rom com, I won't fault you. But you'd be wrong.
"Jane Austen Wrecked My Life" involves the aforementioned scenario but its lead character is Frenchwoman Agathe (Camille Rutherford) and its take on the literature-inspired romantic comedy is more French than Hollywood and, therefore, a little more risque and a sharper-than-average film of this sort.
Agathe is prompted to attend the workshop by best friend Felix (Pablo Pauly), a possible romantic interest, after he comments on the gloomy state in which she's been since she recovered from a car accident that claimed her parents' lives. Her sister, Mona (Alice Butaud), thinks that the getaway will do Agathe good and comments that she needs some attention from the opposite sex.
While the film starts out as a fish-out-of-water comedy - Agathe thrown in among the Brits in a quaint countryside manor - it soon becomes more of a will-they-or-won't-they romantic dramedy after she runs afoul of the scion of the Austen estate, Oliver (Charlie Anson). He's a bit stuffy but droll in the British sense, especially during a very funny scene in which Agathe mistakes his bedroom for a bathroom.
Nothing happens here that you don't expect - Agathe comes to the weekend with writer's block and continues to suffer from it, Oliver's possibly dementia-suffering father causes some nude mischief in the garden, and Agathe struggles with her feelings for both Felix and Oscar - but it's done in a humorous, charming, and decidedly French manner.
While there is some humor in the film - though it's more of a quiet nature than the laugh-out-loud type - "Jane Austen Wrecked My Life" is similar to the "Bridget Jones" series in that it is primarily concerned with the foibles, of the artistic and romantic type, of its headstrong lead character. It doesn't reinvent the wheel, but instead gives some well-worn material a fun and refreshing spin.