Reviews

  • Nashville (1975)

    Nashville (1975)

    ByChristian Sauvé Movie Review

    (Kanopy Streaming, September 2020) I don’t think I’ll ever love a movie from writer-director Robert Altman (well, maybe The Player), but I can certainly admire a few of them, like Nashville. Of course, Nashville is The Big One for Altman—the one most often referred to as the purest incarnation of his themes and methods, the one selected for inclusion in the National Film Registry, the one with perhaps the biggest scope and cast. It follows no less than 24 characters over five days in Nashville, in between many music performances and one political convention. Equally fascinated with music and politics, Nashville is a messy, unclean film: everything is improvised, everyone has shaggy hair, everywhere you look shows America at its most 1970s. (There’s a very real time-capsule element to this film.) This is Altman at his most Altmanesque, with overlapping dialogue, accidental cinematography, improvised narrative, grainy images and a mixture of artistic and political. It’s not, at 160 minutes, a breezy watch: the need to keep track of who’s everyone and what they’re doing can give brain cells a workout by itself. It’s not, to be blunt, my kind of film: I like cinema to be tight, focused, overengineered and deliberate. But as a demonstration of what’s possible at the antithesis of what I like, Nashville is eloquent enough. Not easy to like, but easy to respect.

  • Black Hand (1950)

    Black Hand (1950)

    ByChristian Sauvé Movie Review

    (On Cable TV, September 2020) In retrospect, it’s amazing that legendary singer-dancer-choreographer Gene Kelly would take a few months in the middle of his most productive years as a musical star to play the lead dramatic role in Black Hand, a very serious film noir about the Italian Mob in New York City. I mean, sure, he’s pretty good at it—but isn’t it a waste? He’s certainly not the weak link in this competent but hardly inspired gangster film: Director Richard Thorpe delivers a perfunctory product, slightly more stylish than similar 1930s urban crime films but not by much. Despite being produced by MGM, it often feels more Warners—not everything is polished to a sheen, and it really embraces the urban gangster theme. On the other hand, Black Hand does feel too long even at 92 minutes. Kelly would play plenty of dramatic roles before the end of his career, but this was the first and perhaps the hardest edged of them all.

  • River of No Return (1954)

    River of No Return (1954)

    ByChristian Sauvé Movie Review

    (On Cable TV, September 2020) It took a lot to combine Robert Mitchum, Marilyn Monroe and director Otto Preminger on the set of a colour widescreen Western shot in Canada. But was it worth it? Watching River of No Return and then reading about its eventful production history suggest that a film about the making of the film would be more interesting than the film itself. While not strictly a failure, this is a movie that seems oddly conceived, awkwardly executed and barely worth the trouble. Mitchum stars as a taciturn farmer who’s robbed and forced to race to town on a raging river, alongside an estranged son and a saloon singer (Monroe). A very 1950s script doesn’t make things better, considering that it includes a near-rape scene between “hero” and “heroine” and a retrograde portrayal of Native Americans. Technical aspects have not aged well, with obvious differences between studio footage and on-location shooting (which is the kind of thing you learn to tolerate from period films, except this one tries to be an action movie). In the end, River of No Return barely claws its way to mediocrity, which is a far deal less than what we could expect from the talent involved. If you’re even remotely familiar with Mitchum, Monroe and Preminger, then the feeling that all three are out of their urban environment persists throughout River of No Return—and reading about the troubled production of the film only reinforces the idea that there was no way this was going to turn out to be a good movie. As a Mitchum fan, I’m not impressed; as someone who’s not a Monroe fan, I am still disappointed; and as a Preminger fan, I understand why he walked away from the film in post-production.

  • Un divan à Tunis [Arab Blues] (2019)

    Un divan à Tunis [Arab Blues] (2019)

    ByChristian Sauvé Movie Review

    (On Cable TV, September 2020) Only one word was needed to get me watching Un divan à Tunis: Golshifteh. The delightful Golshifteh Farahani, specifically—an actress of Iranian origin (now exiled due to her playing in films that the government did not approve) living in France who’s been catching my eye since 2010’s Body of Lies. While she’s been in various films on both sides of the Atlantic since then, Un divan à Tunis gives us the opportunity to see her in a comic leading role, as a Tunisian-born psychiatrist who returns home from France with the intention of setting up a psychoanalytic practice of her own. Much of the comedy consists of seeing this very liberal and educated woman encounter various prejudices and try to improve people’s lives despite many obstacles. As many Tunisian cinephiles have commented, this is ideologically far more of a French film than a Tunisian one—although the local colour of the film is strong and the sense of place of Tunis is charming. As for Farahani, she is wonderful in a film designed as a showcase—funny, attractive, clever and sensible. (Even her terrific hair gets a subplot of its own, as an ill-advised haircut gets immediately nixed in favour of a better curly alternative.) I like the actress a lot—she’s better than the material—but if Un divan à Tunis is not meant to be particularly deep or nuanced, it’s quite a bit of fun by itself.

  • Spies in Disguise (2019)

    Spies in Disguise (2019)

    ByChristian Sauvé Movie Review

    (On Cable TV, September 2020) While hardly the best or most original animated film in recent memory, BlueSky’s latest (and possibly last) offering Spies in Disguise is a pleasant, fast-paced, funny and likable family film. Will Smith is in fine form as he voices a top-secret agent who gets transformed into a pigeon and must investigate who framed him against his own clandestine agency—with Tom Holland awkwardly voicing a nebbish teen science genius. There’s a good blend of action and comedy here, with the two creating sparks when the inherently ridiculous concept of a human transformed into a pigeon goes poking against the most serious tropes of spy fiction. Clearly funnier to younger members of the audience without necessarily losing their adult chaperones, Spies in Disguise often plays it safe with its pacifist message, broad physical comedy and bright colourful visuals. But, hey, it works—I can’t imagine anyone being angry at this film…, but then again, I can’t imagine anyone older than ten really loving it. But that’s fine—We’re not expecting the world out of Spies in Disguise, just being entertained for an hour and a half.

  • Beat the Devil (1953)

    Beat the Devil (1953)

    ByChristian Sauvé Movie Review

    (On TV, September 2020) I’m a bit surprised at how Beat the Devil doesn’t work as well as I was expecting. On paper, it looks like a slam-dunk: a comic adventure starring Humphrey Bogart (plus Jennifer Jones, Gina Lollobrigida and Peter Lorre!), directed by John Huston and co-written by Truman Capote, all taking place in exotic British East Africa. It’s explicitly made as a parody of earlier films, and concerns swindlers trying to claim uranium-rich lands. I mean, how can this fail to deliver? But it does—the herky-jerky script struggles with consistent tone (a likely artifact from having been reportedly rewritten on a daily basis), the comedy is weighted down by bland direction and the visual flourish of the film is nothing worth reporting on. Some of the film’s production history suggests that it was almost treated as a vacation by Huston, Bogart and others, and this lack of discipline clearly shows—it’s also unclear if Huston had a sense for comedy, as demonstrated by what Beat the Devil tries to pass off as funny. This being said, I’m putting an asterisk (*) here to revisit this film in a while, just to see if I either understand more about what it’s reputedly trying to parody, or if I’m in a potentially better mood to accept what’s going on here.

    (Second Viewing, On TV, December 2021) This is my second go-around on Beat the Devil, and I’m still as dumbfounded (or disappointed) as during the first. At another glance, this still feels like a can’t-miss film: A group of shady characters; striking actors such a Humphrey Bogart, Peter Lorre, Gina Lollobrigida and Jennifer Jones; directing by John Huston; and a script by Truman Capote. Better yet – the film is often presented as comedy, spoofing the kind of character-based adventure films that Hollywood was churning out at the time. The problem is that none of these things quite add up. It’s clearly not serious, but it’s not all that funny either, and the florid dialogue doesn’t add up to a compelling storyline. Some of this weirdness can be explained by taking a look at Beat the Devil’s production history – with the director ripping up the script on the first day of shooting and Capote churning out material as the shoot went on. The disjointed aspect of the film isn’t helped by actors goofing off when the goofing off doesn’t have a point. I gave the film a second look hoping that it would make more sense a second time around, but merely found my interest wandering again for what I feel are the same reasons. Oh, the occasional bon mot perked up my interest from time to time, but it’s not enough, not sustained into a coherent narrative nor a coherent comic tone. Maybe I’ll give it a third try. Maybe I’ll just ignore Beat the Devil as something that simply doesn’t work on me.

  • Edward, My Son (1949)

    Edward, My Son (1949)

    ByChristian Sauvé Movie Review

    (On Cable TV, September 2020) There are two interesting things to chew upon while watching Edward, My Son—first, the conceit of having a film named after a character that is never shown (or heard) on-screen; and second, seeing Spencer Tracy play a despicable character. The film is a character study of the father, as his own personal failings help shape the deplorable personality of his (unseen) son, all leading to retribution both legal and personal. The protagonist’s egomania fuels his desire to shape his son into a more privileged version of himself, and this shaping extracts a toll on both men. It’s a decent theme and an intriguing premise (somewhat stylized by presenting the passage of time through candles on birthday cakes—this is adapted from a theatrical play) but in execution falls somewhat flat. The pacing is off, the staginess of the presentation reminds us that this is all a conceit, and all the parts don’t quite come together harmoniously. But, hey, Spencer Tracy being evil—at least there’s that.

  • The Enemy Below (1957)

    The Enemy Below (1957)

    ByChristian Sauvé Movie Review

    (On TV, September 2020) While The Enemy Below may, at first glance, be nothing more than a naval WW2 adventure between an American destroyer and a German submarine, a few rewards await those looking a little deeper. For one thing, it’s shot in pretty good Technicolor, giving further life to a wartime adventure. For another, it’s directed by none other than Dick Powell, in the third act of his life as a filmmaker after being a musical matinee idol and then a film-noir tough guy. The result of his fourth directorial effort, adapted from a novel, is a tense cat-and-mouse game between two experienced military officers with unequal means. The destroyer does not have an advantage over the submarine, and that keeps the action going throughout most of the film, and provides a spectacular climax between the two war machines. It took two great actors to fill the shoes of the characters, and we get that with Robert Mitchum (surprisingly credible as a military officer) and Curd Jürgens as the Hitler-hating German submarine commander. The Enemy Below won an Oscar for special effects and looks like it. It’s all quite enjoyable—relatively light at 98 minutes, and buoyed by capable lead performances. Even in the generally good subgenre of submarine movies, it’s above average.

  • The Final Cut (2004)

    The Final Cut (2004)

    ByChristian Sauvé Movie Review

    (On TV, September 2020) While Robin Williams’ filmography isn’t solely characterized by comedy, his foray into very serious science fiction The Final Cut still stands out as being unusual. Here, Williams plays the role of a “cutter” in an alternate universe (or future) in which memories can be recorded on implants—his specialty is editing memories of the recently deceased to play at funerals as hagiographies. But his latest case turns out to be far more dangerous than he expected—and leads him to unexpected discoveries. Writer-director Omar Naim has a few good ideas rattling around in The Final Cut, and being able to use Williams as a straight dramatic actor is a rare privilege. So, it’s a shame that the film, in the end, doesn’t amount to much—the bits about the protagonist rediscovering his childhood don’t really lead anywhere, and the bits about cleaning up a dead person’s memories to make him appear more sympathetic are not given a satisfying send-off. The narrative contrivances are vexing and so are the piled-up clichés. In between, we get a fairly standard science fiction thriller in which all the made-up rules are made to be broken one by one, except executed with a fairly resolute lack of visual flair. For a film whose cinematographic approach cried for a noir-ish visual sheen, The Final Cut is depressingly pedestrian. Its first half is definitely better than its second, as Naim seems to eventually lose grasp of a much-better plot and impose a hasty conclusion. A rewrite or two would have done this film a world of good. In its current state, though, this is half of an interesting film—it’s barely worth a look for another surprisingly dark role from Williams and a good idea that goes nowhere.

  • The Devil’s Rain (1975)

    The Devil’s Rain (1975)

    ByChristian Sauvé Movie Review

    (In French, On Cable TV, September 2020) All movie reviewers love to think that their bon mots are the best, that no one else will ever best them in describing a film, and that they certainly don’t need to do anything so vulgar as quoting some other critic. But sometimes, even the most egocentric of reviewers can admit defeat when a quote so perfectly formed comes to their attention. In The Devil’s Rain’s case, I bow down to Michael Adams, who in his book Showgirls came up with “the ultimate cult movie… It’s about a cult, has a cult following, was devised with input from a cult leader, and saw a future superstar indoctrinated into a cult he’d help popularize.” Whew—it’s so good a quote that it headlines the film’s Wikipedia entry. It’s a lot to unpack, but it says it all—The Devil’s Rain is a very 1970s satanic cult movie describing how a cult leader enslaves descendants of his cult centuries after being burnt alive. It’s absolutely not a good movie, but it has a bit of corny charm, and features such notables as William Shatner, Ernest Borgnine (with horns!), Ida Lupino (in a typical Golden-hollywood-star-slumming-in-1970s-horror-film role) and John Travolta in a supporting role. With a cast like that, you can see how and why the film developed a cult following—especially considering that the result, affected by production problems, isn’t particularly coherent on any level. To complete unlocking the quote, it’s worth noting that Church of Satan founder Anton LaVey was a technical advisor on the film, and that John Travolta first encountered Scientology on the set of the film. Whew. The final eight minutes of melting cultists is a lot, though. It would be professional malpractice to suggest watching The Devil’s Rain for its own intrinsic qualities, but as a budding film historian I’d be equally negligent if I didn’t single out the ways in which this movie has made a mark, as tiny as it was, on the grand film tapestry. [November 2024: As I edit this review for publication, years after seeing this wholly unremarkable film, I’m stuck at how I vividly remember at least one element of it—The repeated, “get me out of here!” lament heard over the Bosch-style opening credits. You never know what will stick!]

  • Possession (1981)

    Possession (1981)

    ByChristian Sauvé Movie Review

    (In French, On Cable TV, September 2020) Holy doppelgangers, you’re in for a wild ride in watching Possession. What begins as a troubling break-up between husband and wife constantly becomes even more bizarre, disturbing and incomprehensible. There is a spectrum of levels of analysis available to those who make it to the final frames, from a surface-level “huh, that was weird,” to intricate theories denying even the most obviously supernatural moments of the film. At times psychological thriller, self-destructive drama, body horror, surrealist tragedy, demented action and cosmic enigma, Possession is a multi-level cake of mystery, available for delicious contemplation. Writer-director Andrzej Żuławski slathers the symbolism like he was afraid to run out of it—double characters, a city divided in two, occult events versus secret agents, and so on. Both Isabelle Adjani and Sam Neill turn in exceptional, difficult performances. Possession is one of those films that is both diminished and enhanced by discussions—try to see it first (uncut version!) and then dive into the analysis.

  • Fly Away Home (1996)

    Fly Away Home (1996)

    ByChristian Sauvé Movie Review

    (In French, On TV, September 2020) It always amuses me how some movies, and not necessarily the box-office champs, end up as being shorthand for an entire concept. For members of a certain generation, perhaps a declining one, Fly Away Home is “the movie where the geese imprint on a human.” It begins as a young teenager (Anna Paquin) moves to Ontario to live with her estranged father (Jeff Daniels) after the death of her mother. Through happenstance, she starts taking care of geese eggs after the disappearance of the mother goose, and becomes their surrogate mom. Had the film ended there, no one would remember it today. But our protagonist’s father, fortunately, is an ultralight aircraft enthusiast who uses his specific skills to teach the birds how to fly, and eventually leads them through a cross-continental migration so that they can be with their own. The film’s single best scene has the geese and ultralight plane flying through a city downtown (Baltimore in the film, Toronto in real-life) in between high-rises. Fly Away Home is a bit of uplifting fluff, but a comforting, even inspirational one—an eloquent proof (should aliens ask) that humans can care for animals as much as each other. I hope it stays a reference for entirely new generations.

  • Il pleuvait des oiseaux [And the Birds Rained Down] (2019)

    Il pleuvait des oiseaux [And the Birds Rained Down] (2019)

    ByChristian Sauvé Movie Review

    (On Cable TV, September 2020) The French-Canadian dream of retiring somewhere in the woods next to a quiet lake gets explored in semi-tragic fashion in Il pleuvait des oiseaux. Evocative title, legendary cast (by French-Canadian standards, anyway), beautiful scenery, an impending sense of doom—this may not be my kind of film, but I found it far easier to watch than most of Québec’s kitchen-table dramas. It takes chances with curmudgeonly characters, an elderly romance, a slow pace and a somewhat tragic ending, but it sort of works despite it all. André Lachapelle is exceptional in the final role of a very long career; so is Gilbert Sicotte, although Rémy Girard remains Rémy Girard as in most of his characters. The rest of Il pleuvait des oiseaux is almost too delicate to describe.

  • Wir sind die Nacht [We are the Night] (2010)

    Wir sind die Nacht [We are the Night] (2010)

    ByChristian Sauvé Movie Review

    (In French, On Cable TV, September 2020) Vampiric hedonism meets the Berlin nightclub scene in We are the Night, as writer-director Dennis Gansel explores the adventures of a young woman who gets bitten, then befriended by a trio of female vampires even as a tenacious police officer closes in on her. While partially original, this is a film that plays into a very familiar pool of references. The vampiric powers are the classic ones, which either mean we’re on comfortable ground or that the narrative runs real risks of repeating itself. Putting the action in modern-day Berlin doesn’t make much of a change, and the film’s themes don’t necessarily bring anything new to the mythos. (Even the female focus is not that new.) On the one hand, We are the Night doesn’t specifically do anything wrong. But on the other, it struggles to distinguish itself from a flood of other, better vampires in the genre’s very long history.

  • The Lost Tribe (2009)

    The Lost Tribe (2009)

    ByChristian Sauvé Movie Review

    (In French, On Cable TV, September 2020) Nooo, Roel, you have let me down! The Lost Tribe landed on my DVR thanks to a single distinction; It’s directed by Roel Reiné, a Dutch filmmaker with a remarkable ability to make low-budget movies look ten times as exciting and fun. Well, his run of good luck expired during the making of this low-rent horror film. The story sees five young people run aground on a small island that is home for murderous evolutionary cousins of humankind. What follows is the usual jungle slasher, as members of the party are progressively slaughtered and the script finds weak justification to string along their deaths. But what could have been interesting if well-executed here hits a decidedly un-Reineian wall of blandness: dull, bland visual style, muddy cinematography and uninvolving direction. Really, who kidnapped Reiné? Maybe he finally met a budget so low that he couldn’t make it work. No matter why, The Lost Tribe is just a waste of time. Don’t let the director’s name fool you, and just avoid.