Reviews

  • This Property Is Condemned (1966)

    This Property Is Condemned (1966)

    (On Cable TV, August 2020) At first glance, there isn’t much in This Property is Condemned to make for compelling viewing. It takes place in a small town whose main attraction remains the railway, features a young woman taking conscious advantage of her beauty to find a way out of town, and ends on an immense downer of an ending made even worse by how it’s casually revealed in voiceover by a minor character. But here’s the thing: The film features Nathalie Wood at her most beautiful, and a very young Robert Redford in full worldly charmer mode. Plus, it’s the second feature film directed by Sydney Pollack, right before becoming a defining filmmaker of the 1970s and 1980s. It’s an impressive pedigree, but it understates the well-oiled nature of the script, which manages to create a captivating atmosphere and compelling characters. This Property Is Condemned is still a sad love story, but there’s plenty to watch along the way as Wood and Redford push and pull, with her character’s mom meddling as much as she can and true love being no match for desperate circumstances. Despite a similar thematic concern of a young woman using her charms to get ahead, there’s a world of difference between this and Breakfast and Tiffany’s, for instance, and you can just feel the disillusionment of New Hollywood peeking through This Property is Condemned, barely a year before Hollywood shifted forever. I may not like the entire film, but there are some really interesting moments along the way to its sombre conclusion.

  • The Great American Pastime (1956)

    The Great American Pastime (1956)

    (On Cable TV, August 2020) The more I dig into the classic movie catalogue, the more I’m amazed by the number of perfectly decent films that simply have been nearly forgotten since their heyday. The Great American Pastime is not what we’d call a great movie. It’s patrician, simplistic, and definitely belongs as an exemplar of the 1950s “Father knows best” social norms. It’s about a family man who is convinced to coach a little league baseball team for his son, but quickly finds himself besieged by unhappy parents, and falsely convinced that a widow is hitting on him. Predictable pushback follows from both his wife and the widow herself. It’s not always convincing, lacks a bit of polish and remains a slight comedy. But it’s rather charming in its own way. TCM unearths it once in a while, often because Ann Miller plays the widow – a rare non-singing, non-dancing, non-tap-dancing movie for her, but also the last of her MGM years: she wouldn’t appear again on the big screen for another twenty years. Tom Ewell plays the harried father (the film amusingly begins with him bemoaning the mountain of trouble that befell him after trying to do good) while Anne Francis plays the wife with firm understatement. Perhaps The Great American Pastime’s funniest sequence has him accepting a dinner invitation from the widow, and being completely oblivious to his wife’s increasing desire to go back home. A blend of sports, parenting and relationship comedy, the film does hit the right spots and unknowingly becomes a symbol of how people could idealize life in small-town 1950s. It’s easily watchable even in its voluntarily simplistic nature… and it currently doesn’t even have 200 votes on IMDB. Clearly, The Great American Pastime ranks as the kind of film that more people could know about.

  • There’s a Girl in My Soup (1970)

    There’s a Girl in My Soup (1970)

    (On Cable TV, August 2020) It’s tough to resist a film titled There’s a Girl in My Soup, although seeing Peter Sellers play the aging playboy is certainly enough to cool any enthusiasm. I’ve had a hard time liking Sellers’ work even since reading his biography, and having him in a somewhat repellent role can be a tough sell. At least there’s Goldie Hawn (in one of her earliest screen appearances) to keep his character in check. As would befit a film from the early New Hollywood era, There’s a Girl in My Soup doesn’t end well – although it’s not exactly a downer either. Along the way, we get two capable actors batting good dialogue back and forth (as you can reasonably expect from a theatrical source), perhaps the highlight being a lengthy dialogue sequence as he takes her back to his place and she deconstructs his seduction techniques. The third act of the film doesn’t have anywhere as rich to go, and There’s a Girl in My Soup deflates as it makes its way to its inevitable ending. Still, Sellers does manage to create a complete character by the end of it, keeping his personality shifts to a minimum along the way. Fittingly enough for him, the ending is a perverse celebration of narcissism as a solution to heartbreak.

  • Crocodile Dundee in Los Angeles (2001)

    Crocodile Dundee in Los Angeles (2001)

    (In French, On Cable TV, August 2020) While the Crocodile Dundee II seemingly lost its way by going back to the bush, this third instalment does what third instalments do best: go back to the first film, except slightly different. This sequel picks up year after the previous one, featuring Paul Hogan as a crocodile hunter with a son and a not-quite-wife that is suddenly called back to Los Angeles for professional reasons. The only thing that equals Crocodile Dundee in Manhattan is Crocodile Dundee in Los Angeles, and that’s the cue for the film to milk the kind of fish-out-of-water humour that was missing from the second film. The targets are obvious in la-la-land, and it did strike me at some point not only that this Crocodile Dundee instalment was relying on Hollywood stereotypes that haven’t been true for decades (at least when it comes to having a studio operating in this fashion), but that it was relying both on the audience knowing what the character didn’t as an engine for comedy. It does work – it’s not refined cinema, but there are plenty of comic set-pieces, and Hollywood is enough of a common target that there’s also comfort to be found in the comedy. It could have been worse. Fortunately, the filmmakers had the good sense not to go for a fourth instalment. [September 2020: WRONG! As of 2020, there’s a sort-of-meta fourth instalment, starring Paul Hogan at eighty. It did not get good reviews.]

  • Go West (1940)

    Go West (1940)

    (On Cable TV, August 2020) Good but not great, the Marx Brothers comedy Go West is typical of their MGM years. Structurally sound, it has the extraneous romance for supporting characters, it has musical numbers we don’t need, it has Harpo on the piano and the harp, and it takes a very specific environment (in this case the Wild West, or perhaps more accurately the western genre) as an excuse to line up thematic gags. As usual, the plot summary is irrelevant – The Marx Brothers go west! While well assembled by director Edward Buzzell, the film as a whole remains a sedate affair for a very, very long time: amusing but not hilarious. Having the brothers not being pure agents of chaos is a disappointment, as is an iffy sequence with a Native American character (the patter is progressive, but the portrayal is regressive). But then comes the climactic scene, in which the frantic brothers must dismantle their train in order to keep feeding the engine (a comic device used in prior and later films, but still quite funny here) – that scene is clearly the highlight of Go West. Unfortunately… I had just watched it a few days earlier as part of The Big Parade of Comedy anthology film. While funny, this is weak stuff compared to the better Marx Brothers movie – but if you’re intent on watching their whole filmography, then this one is in the lower tier, but still wrings out a few more bits of comedy.

    (On Cable TV, June 2021) You would think that unleashing the Marx Brothers on the Western genre would have been a sure-fire recipe for comedy, but the Brothers’ MGM years weren’t all equally good, and Go West is often blander than their other movies. Typical to the MGM formula imposed on the Brothers, their antics are interrupted by straight romantic-drama stuff and musical numbers — some of them fun, like “Ridin’ the Range,” but others bland and forgettable. The moments that we best remember from the Marx movies are fewer. The opening is a classic interplay between the brothers and the final twenty minutes are a great deal of fun, but what’s in the middle is dull and hardly deserving of the Marxes. There’s a sadly stereotypical sequence with native characters that feels more obnoxious than funny (although it does get a few pot-shots at white colonizers in between the more racist material), but otherwise the film doesn’t quite know what to do with its vaudevillians invading the western frontier. I actually had to watch the film twice to form a coherent impression of it, having fallen asleep in the middle section the first time. (And that’s after having forgotten that I had seen it last year.) A second viewing did not necessarily improve my opinion of it much. Go West was clearly made in the descending era of the Brothers’ filmography – you can still see the bits of genius that made them famous, but there’s not much left once you remove the spirited final train sequence.

  • The Trip (2010)

    The Trip (2010)

    (On Cable TV, August 2020) So here’s this as a film premise: Two British comedians show up as themselves, going on the road in Northern England to eat at a few restaurants for a newspaper article, bickering all along the way. Their dialogue largely consists of put-downs, impressions, and put-downs of their impressions. All shot in constantly moving handheld camera. It sounds terrible in theory but The Trip works quite a bit better in practice, mostly because this is a film that can be listened to almost as well as watched, and both Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon can be really likable at times. Invented subplots include romantic troubles and Coogan’s nightmares about his career. Along the way, we get a glimpse at two men trying to argue their way out of their own psychological anxieties. The film originally consisted of six 30-minute episodes that were then re-edited in a single 2-hour feature film, presumably cutting out some dialogue and landscapes along the way. In all honesty, The Trip is not that good of a conventionally narrative film – even in its boiled-down edited form, it’s not decently plotted and somewhat limited in what it can do within the limits of its format. But it’s enjoyable to watch, and there’s clearly a successful formula here, as it was followed by no less than three sequels (so far).

  • The Last Dragon (1985)

    The Last Dragon (1985)

    (On Cable TV, August 2020) While I can recognize in The Last Dragon all of the elements of a cult classic (what with its attempt to set a pure martial arts film within the black community), I simply can’t get as much enjoyment out of it as I should. There’s plenty that I do like here: A black retelling of the hero’s journey, Vanity in a featured role, a willingness to go over-the-top in characterization and scene conception, and a tone that doesn’t always take itself seriously. But note the “always”: there are some weird tonal shifts here, more evidence of a lack of control over the material than deliberate shifts. There’s also a budget issue that prevents the film from achieving some of its objectives – what should be funny or menacing ends up closer to goofy and I was left wanting by the entire experience. The soundtrack is not bad, though – “The Rhythm of the Night’ originates from this film, and the rest of the songs aren’t bad either. In another universe, maybe Taimak would have become a major martial arts actor with a long string of action movies to his name. Here, however, he’s a 19-year-old youngster who doesn’t always have the gravitas required for the role… even if the role doesn’t always call for it. I don’t want to be too hard on The Last Dragon, considering that I can see what it was going for, but I’m left unsatisfied by the film.

  • Les Boys III (2001)

    Les Boys III (2001)

    (On TV, August 2020) There’s some irony in saying that the first half of Les Boys III feels like an episode, considering that the series would eventually shift (with many of its actors) into a five-season TV show. But that happened after this third entry in the series, a French-Canadian comedy about hockey and the camaraderie between members of a team. The film begins as one of the characters literally returns from Europe, three years after the events of its France-set prequel. He’s greeted warmly, but coming back isn’t as easy as it seems at first: their local brasserie looks outclassed by a new class of sports bar, and the owner of the sports bar starts leeching away players to another team. But as usual, Les Boys III has a very large ensemble cast, and proving them all with something to do requires some plotting backflips that give the impression, especially at first, that these are disconnected subplots. The impression persists until the end in some cases, but the movie does get down to its plotting halfway through, confronting old school and new school for the players until, obviously, everyone reunites. It’s all good for fans of the characters, but this third entry does feel looser than the second film, and perhaps more insular as well – I’d have trouble recommending it as an entry point in the series. Les Boys III does feel like another episode, though: everyone gets a subplot, and the cast largely remains the same. (After providing the soundtrack for the first two films, singer Eric Lapointe steps up as an actor here.) It’s rather fun if you’ve been following the series so far, but there’s a feeling that it has already peaked.

  • Juice (1992)

    Juice (1992)

    (On TV, August 2020) The early 1990s were a great period for black crime dramas featuring teenagers stuck in proto-criminal lifestyles, and Juice is another fine example of the form. Set in New York City rather than the more common Los Angeles, it follows four young men as their lives become more dangerous than they expected. Petty shoplifting eventually leads to death, and it takes a lot to break out of the cycle. What sets Juice apart, at least for me, is the quality of the turntablism rap soundtrack. The other highlight is the cast – one of Tupac Shakur’s only roles is here, as well as early supporting turns for Queen Latifah and Samuel L. Jackson. Otherwise, the film does feel like many of its similar contemporaries – which is not a bad thing considering that I rather like the genre, but it might have been a good idea to space out its viewing a little bit farther away from previous similar movies.

  • The Manhattan Project (1986)

    The Manhattan Project (1986)

    (Second Viewing, On TV, August 2020) If I’ve got my dates right, I first watched The Manhattan Project almost exactly thirty years ago, a few days before starting eleventh grade. I remember that because I met one of my favourite high school teachers a few days later, and he did look rather a lot like John Lithgow in the movie. Thinking back, it does feel as if The Manhattan Project was a suspiciously appropriate film for my teenage self: after all, it’s about this very arrogant, smart yet somewhat dumb kid who decides to steal some plutonium from a nearby secret lab and uses it to create a nuclear bomb with household equipment just to prove that he could. Now, I never stole plutonium nor tried building a nuclear bomb (I swear!), but there’s something about the protagonist’s flaws that reminds me of my own worst teenage traits… some of them persisting to this day. Three decades later, though, The Manhattan Project now strikes me as a teenage power techno-fantasy, with hazily sketched motives in the service of the set-pieces planned for late in the movie – wouldn’t it be cool if a teenager actually built a nuclear weapon and had to disarm it? It does work as a film, although it’s clearly aimed at a teenage audience. There’s a kinship here with Wargames from three years earlier. Lithgow is quite likable as the kind of eccentric academic ready to step in a surrogate father – John Mahoney also shows up toward the end of the film as a high-ranking military officer, and a young Cynthia Nixon has an ingrate role as a new girlfriend who seemingly doesn’t have any more common sense than our young protagonist. While my perspective on The Manhattan Project may be more detached than as a teenager, I still had quite a good time watching it – despite some less-than-convincing plotting, it moves fast, benefits from Lithgow in maximally sympathetic mode, and it builds up to a very nice climax. Even in contemporary terms of films aimed at teenage audiences, it’s a cut above the norm.

  • Les Boys II (1998)

    Les Boys II (1998)

    (On TV, August 2020) Another sequel goes foreign in Les Boys II, the follow-up to the massively successful French-Canadian hockey comedy. Once again, the ensemble cast of who was who in late-1990s Québec film comedy is back for the laughs as the team heads over to France in order to compete in an amateur hockey tournament. This time, the plot has substantially more moving parts than the first film, even though the conclusion is a forgone victory. After briefly reintroducing the substantial cast of characters at a funeral, the first source of laughter comes from the culture clash of French Canadians heading to rural France, where even the language isn’t necessarily shared. Of course, the various personal issues of the team soon create problems of their own, especially when one of the Boys can’t keep his pants buttoned up and angers the local population, and another can’t go without his cocaine supply. The subplots accumulate and start stepping on each other’s toes as the team is held up for their possessions, and can’t run to the police due to a previous incident. Despite the large cast and the characterization relying on the previous film, director Louis Saia keeps it all quite straightforward – even the comedy is usually restrained to character gags, although there is a rather good bait-and-switch involving a match between the Canadians and the Cote d’Ivoire team. (Those will long sports memories will guess that something is afoot the moment Olympian Bruny Surin shows up as the captain of the opposing team.) Otherwise, the film aims right at the French-Canadian male common denominator: hockey, laughs, buddies, women and teaching a lesson to the Europeans. Once-superstar singer Eric Lapointe is back to sing the film’s signature tunes. Les Boys II makes for rather pleasant viewing once you cut it the slack that it requires. It’s very much in-keeping with the first film, while fixing the lacklustre plot issue that plagued its predecessor. The film was a massive crowd-pleaser back in its days (ending up being 1998’s highest-grossing Canadian film) and you can see why. It’s not sophisticated, but it’s fun.

  • Zoom (2015)

    Zoom (2015)

    (In French, On TV, August 2020) Canadian Content requirements weigh heavily on Canadian Cable TV channels, most of which are required to broadcast a certain percentage of Canadian content in order to keep their license. That’s often a recipe for substandard content, but once in a while you get a nice surprise, and that’s Zoom for you. I probably missed seeing this film for years due to its titular resemblance to the 2006 family film, but this 2015 Zoom is something else: a metafictional comedy that deals with ribald issues and three intertwined stories writing each other, once of them being executed as an animated (well, rotoscoped) movie. We begin with a sex-doll manufacturer who, unhappy with her own body, decides to have breast augmentation surgery but becomes unhappy with the results. In revenge, she reduces the penis size of the director protagonist in the comic book she’s writing. He, in turn, can’t quite decide what to do with the female writer protagonist of his film, especially once the producers are unhappy with the arthouse direction of his movie. Meanwhile, that woman writer is having trouble completing her novel, a tawdry story featuring a sex-doll manufacturer who, unhappy with her own body, decides to have breast augmentation surgery… The script takes a while to make the links clear, but as the film goes on, the plot threads become drawn closer and closer until we hit a climax that resonates through all three stories at once. Fans of metafiction will have a lot of fun with the results, even though some tightening up could have been beneficial in making the film even more fun. Still, what’s presented is quite entertaining to watch. Allison Pill is cute in her big glasses and overstuffed shirt, while Gael Garcia Bernal is all sputtering indignation as the shrunken member of the director’s guild. Director Pedro Morelli has the chance to deliver something quite unlike anything else, as he blends the relationship between his three interwoven stories. I’m surprised that I haven’t even heard about this film before today, but that’s today’s fragmented cultural universe for you. At least CanCon requirements have proven useful for once.

  • The Sheltering Sky (1990)

    The Sheltering Sky (1990)

    (In French, On TV, August 2020) As much as I’d like to blame director Bernardo Bertolucci for the waste of my time that was The Sheltering Sky, that would be mis-aiming my ire, which is really directed to the source material, a 1949 novel by Paul Bowles. Bertolucci does provide perhaps the best thing about the result, which is a visually striking depiction of Northern Africa, against which a married couple experiences the dissolution of their marriage. Despite a dramatic premise and a handful of sex scenes (and, later on, tragedy striking), The Sheltering Sky feels like a boring set of tableaux more than a drama. The setting is magnificent, but what’s happening in front of it can’t keep our attention, then becomes increasingly ludicrous as one bad thing happens after another. John Malkovich is playing the kinds of roles he played back then, while Debra Winger sports an androgynous look throughout the film. Don’t bother looking for a moral lesson, don’t bother looking for moments of entertainment, don’t even hope for any mirth along the way: it’s ponderous musings all the way through until a lead character dies and finally shuts up. But then The Sheltering Sky keeps going anyway for what feels like a pointlessly long time. While I’m obviously not the target audience for this film, it really could and should have been a bit better along the way.

  • Birds of Prey: And the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn (2020)

    Birds of Prey: And the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn (2020)

    (On Cable TV, August 2020) One of the reasons why I own a surprisingly large number of Batman graphic novels is the vast cast of supporting characters in his orbit. Not only villains, but allies as well – many of which can sustain stories by themselves, and that includes Harley Quinn and the Birds of Prey, which, curiously enough, have been mashed together in this very stylistically different spinoff, Birds of Prey: And the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn. As the story goes, Margot Robbie enjoyed playing Quinn so much in Suicide Squad that she pushed for a film of her own, and brought in the Birds of Prey to reinforce the film’s female empowerment themes. Far closer to Deadpool than anything else in the DC repertoire, this Birds of Prey is, from the title onward, designed as a garish neon piece of fourth-wall-breaking comedy. The rhythm certainly roars forward: Director Cathy Yan moves things with breakneck speed (especially in the first half-hour of the film, which jumps all around its chronology thanks to Quinn’s scattered narration) and the numerous action scenes have a good distinctive kick to them all. (I see that John Wick’s Chad Stahelski helped with some sequences, which makes complete sense.) The action is cleanly shot in full frame, with some impressive stunt work and (I’m guessing) copious use of CGI to stitch it all together. Acting-wise, both Margot Quinn and Ewan MacGregor are up to their usual selves, while it’s good to see Rosie Perez with another big role, Mary Elizabeth Winstead makes an impression despite a late arrival, and Jurnee Smollett is a bit of a revelation as Black Canary. I had a decent amount of fun throughout, which is more than I can say about most of the recent DC universe movies. But there’s a limit to how much I can like Birds of Prey when it starts labelling the actions of a murderous anarchic woman-child criminal as female empowerment. Much of Birds of Prey cribs from the now-cliché list of grrl power tropes, from queer sexual identities, punk rock aesthetics, sociopathic behaviour and systematic portrayal of male characters as terrible. (I only counted two likable male characters – one makes unhygienic sandwiches, while the other is a member of a crime family who saves the heiress of another crime family.) A gender-flipped Harley Quinn would be pilloried, and while I can understand while we’re giving a pass to this one, I’m not all that happy about the direction that this is taking. I agree that superhero films are too male-centric and that they’re too dour, but I also think that they’re also becoming far too sadistic for their own good, and I have considerable issues with the post-Arkham Asylum sexed-up direction taken by the Harley Quinn character. While I enjoyed Birds of Prey: And the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn almost as much as what I was expecting from its whimsical title, it does have its quirks to hold it back.

  • Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: The Movie (1995)

    Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: The Movie (1995)

    (In French, On Cable TV, August 2020) Wow, that was terrible. It was, in fact, even more terrible than I expected, even from the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers title and premise onward. Keeping in mind that I didn’t watch the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers TV show as a kid and have no sentimental attachment to it, this film is truly wretched. I am not a kid, obviously, so whatever appeal this film might have had is just nowhere to be found. (Also, not to put too fine a point on it, I would not show this film to kids.) It’s hard where to start, but the conclusion is crystal-clear: this is not good. The actors are undistinguished, the special effects are awful even by the loose early-CGI standards of the mid-1990s, the plot is simple to the point of idiocy and the direction cannot be bothered to make even elementary sense on a shot-by-shot basis. The creature design is grotesque and even the decent soundtrack (meant to be energetic) is grating when it’s in service of such drivel. I could go on and on, but let’s keep it simple: Mighty Morphin Power Rangers is not recommended. As one could have expected.