GARRETT ZEVGETIS’ BEST AND MOST BEAUTIFUL THINGS — A REVIEW BY NICK CLEMENT

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Best and Most Beautiful Things is a very intense documentary, on any number of levels, and is the type of film that will reduce some to tears while watching. It also has the capacity to make you laugh, smile, feel frustrated, and by the end, enlightened. It highlights the life of Michelle Smith, a 20 year old legally blind woman living with her mother in Maine, who also suffers from a form of autism. But these apparent setbacks aren’t enough to keep her from her fulfilling her dreams, and from finding someone special. It’s Smith’s dream to live a life that she feels is normal, comfortable, and happy, no matter how different it all may seem to others. Because director Garrett Zevgetis smartly kept such a fixed and forthright grip on his subject, and because Smith is such a lovely and positive-minded person, the potentially maudlin subject matter is given an honest ray of hope.

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This is a unique coming of age story that will have the potential to move anyone who encounters it, a work that reminds us all that there’s a rebel inside of everyone, and how when faced with challenging odds, the human spirit is capable of glories that may not be so readily apparent. Inspiring and unexpectedly provocative, this is a piece of work that deserves to be seen, and it’s very cool to note that Kevin S. Bright, one of the producers of television juggernaut Friends, helped to get this film financed and produced. Films like this are important because they strive to show the human spirit and what people are capable of. Best and Most Beautiful Things was released in select cities last December, and is now available to stream via ITunes and is also available for purchase on DVD. The film will be added to Netflix on January 9th. http://apple.co/2hMG7xj

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SING by Ben Cahlamer

Voice.  No, it is not the sounds uttered from your vocal cavity; it’s the inner courage to stand up for yourself; to be better than the “you” you were before a journey started.  Finding your voice is ultimately the catalyst for change and is one of the many key lessons in Garth Jennings’ vivid animated hit, “Sing”.  Christophe Lourdelet co-directs.

As a kid, Buster (Matthew McConaughey) was introduced to the theater, and fell instantly in love.  Following his heart into adulthood, he owns the Moon Theater, but can’t put a show on to save his life.  With the help of his friend Eddie (John C. Reilly), a doubtful Suffolk sheep and his trusty green iguana assistant, Karen (Garth Jennings), Buster sets up a singing competition, drawing every animal with a dream to Sing, including an overworked, but inventive piglet, Rosita (Reese Witherspoon), a streetwise mouse, Mike (Seth McFarlane), Ash (Scarlett Johansson), a young punk porcupine with big aspirations, Johnny (Taron Egerton), a mountain gorilla with a voice trying to find a path away from crime and Meena (Tori Kelly), a teenage Indian elephant with a desire to sing.  Gunter (Nick Kroll) is Rosita’s effervescent dance partner; Norman (Nick Offerman) is Rosita’s workaholic husband.  Jennifer Hudson, Rhea Pearlman, Leslie Jones and Larraine Newman round out the supporting voice cast.

Jennings’ script tries to establish each of the supporting character’s emotional states by interweaving their backstories with Buster’s struggles.  Some of the character’s stories work, certainly Johnny’s and especially Meena’s.  Unfortunately, these side stories overwhelmed the emotional impact of Buster’s story.  The songs chosen for each supporting character allows them their moment to shine during the third act, supporting their underlying emotion.

Similar story challenges arose in the inferior “The Secret Life of Pets” and “Minions”.  Hopefully, this is not a continuing trend for Illumination, which has a stellar track record in the 3D animation department; a strength in “Sing”.

Illumination Mac Guff delivered the 3D animation in spades, showing a range of motion and emotion.  Complex dance sequences with facial expressions, right down to the quivering lips carrying a note, thanks to the masters of animation, the entire experience is vibrant.  The movie was converted for 3D theaters in post-production.  The 2D image was stunning; one can only imagine what it looked like in 3D.

“Sing” is all about the audio.  And not just the music, but the ambient sounds, the voices; all of it conveys a sense of exuberance.  Then there’s the music!  Joby Talbot’s original score is breathtaking in its own right.  From Christopher Cross’s “Ride Like The Wind” to Van Halen’s “Jump”, Cyndi Lauper’s “True Colors”, Queen’s “Under Pressure” to an heartfelt rendition of “Hallelujah”, every song throughout the movie hit all the right notes in terms of finding your inner self

Despite a challenged script, “Song” ends on a high note and is Recommended.

ANTIBIRTH (2016) – A REVIEW BY RYAN MARSHALL

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It wouldn’t be impractical to compare ANTIBIRTH, the messy (in more ways than one) feature debut from accomplished visual artist Danny Perez, to the unexpectedly PCP-laced joint or to the scatter-brained B-side to a profoundly psychedelic experience. Indeed, it’s precisely this kind of abnormal out-of-body ambiance that the film aspires to; evoking heavy shades of David Lynch, Cronenberg and many others as it stretches its admittedly thin concept to grotesque, kaleidoscopic extremes.

Brimming with all sorts of hazy, shamelessly abrasive potential from frame one, this grungy yarn concerns the plight of wayward trouble-maker Lou (Natasha Lyonne), who wakes up one morning after a night of heavy hedonism to the most sickening sensations. These are later discovered – first, by Lou’s best friend Sadie (Chloe Sevigny) – to be the symptoms of pregnancy, but neither of the two can recall the events which transpired that previous evening.

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There are at least a dozen movies attempting to co-exist here, but taking precedence over most others – at least for a while – is the hang out picture. The viewer assumes a sort of sleazy fly-on-the-wall perspective for roughly the first half of the surreal narrative, watching as Lou’s situation get worse and the she engages in mundane daily routine. Suddenly, disturbing visions of obscured memories begin to plague the poor party-goer’s mind, and upon the arrival of a peculiar old woman (Meg Tilly, delightfully bat-shit) in the small mid-west town, things take an unexpectedly twisted turn.

Perez is probably best known for his collaborations over the years with Animal Collective, in which he provided the band’s heady tunes with an appropriately imaginative visual companion (see the excellent and often overwhelmingly terrifying  “visual album” ODDSAC from 2010), so it’s no secret that his first foray into more grounded narrative work would be an ambitious one. Like that earlier film, ANTIBIRTH dabbles almost exclusively in gross body horror and Perez certainly has the means of dishing it out when the time comes, which is – rather unfortunately – too late in the game.

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Allowing for a better understanding of his past work, one might get the sense that Perez is more interested in exceedingly strange ideas and imagery than he is in people. This doesn’t always have to be a bad thing, but when the anti-heroine of the director’s abstracted world is one-dimensional at best and insufferable at worst, and those around her aren’t much better off, a gory good time then becomes an unnecessary struggle to locate anything of genuine substance. One could argue that the film’s indifferent attitude is embedded in its punk DNA, but when it accumulates to something as frequently unfunny, off-putting and shoddily constructed as this, it can be best chocked up to sheer ineptitude.

As expected, Perez is able to cook up some spectacular moments throughout – the idea of a quiet Michigan town teeming with experimental military activity and extraterrestrial conspiracy is an enticing one, and that sound design is pretty neat – but his stylistic flourishes end up being more debilitating – and, dare I say, amateurish – than exhilarating (the sequences set in the “Fun Zone”, a family-friendly pizzeria seemingly converted from an aging dive bar, are a fine example of this). Where it clearly wants to revel in oddity and excess, the film remains stagnant and can barely stay afloat, meandering on an already fairly weak foundation. It’s a leisurely, sedated, albeit colorful descent to whatever lies beneath the bottom of the barrel; you’re free to take that as you will, but the effort it requires to find something even vaguely inspiring isn’t really worth it.

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DON CHEADLE’S MILES AHEAD — A REVIEW BY NICK CLEMENT

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Uninterested in being a straightforward biopic and all the more enjoyable because of that fact, Don Cheadle’s impressionistic and time-jumping portrait of iconic jazz artist Miles Davis, appropriately titled Miles Ahead (the title of his 1957 album), is a celebration of its subject while still presenting a warts and all narrative that focuses on the turbulent period in the 70’s when his career wasn’t in full swing as a result of drug addiction and other factors. Ewan McGregor appears as a journalist looking for the story of his life, and Emayatzy Corinealdi was excellent as one of Davis’ former back-up dancers who became his wife and muse. This was clearly a passion project for Cheadle, who collaborated with Steven Baigelman, Stephen J. Rivele, and Christopher Wilkinson on the fast and loose screenplay, and who directed with gusto, giving the film a startling pulse, and letting Davis’ propulsive rhythms, both as a musician and as a human being, take center stage.

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His performance is smooth and rough all at once, befitting his subject, for whom he clearly feels a tremendous affinity for, as the film is both respectful and artistic, while showcasing some of Davis’ greatest songs from all throughout his legendary career. Shot with swagger and vivid color by cinematographer Roberto Schaefer (Monster’s Ball, Quantum of Solace) and edited with a mosaic quality by John Axelrad and Kayla Emter, there’s a great sense of style to the picture, while Hannah Beachler’s evocative production design would lead you to believe that the production cost more than its reported $345,000 budget. After premiering at the 2015 New York Film Festival, Miles Ahead saw theatrical release last October, grossing $5 million in a limited run. The film is now available on Blu-ray and as a streaming option on various providers. Fun fact: the IMDB lists 36 people in various producer capacities who are associated with this film.

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JAMES PONSOLDT’S THE SPECTACULAR NOW — A REVIEW BY NICK CLEMENT

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Teenage alcoholism is rarely handled so openly and honestly as it is in The Spectacular Now, which was director James Ponsoldt’s excellent third film, after his 2006 debut Off the Black (which I’ve not seen), and his striking 2012 sophomore effort, Smashed, which was another film to deal with out of control substance abuse. The sensitive screenplay by Scott Neustadter and Michael Weber, which was based on Tim Tharp’s novel, hit all the proper notes of sadness, romance, and believable interpersonal relationships, with the combo of Miles Teller and Shailene Woodley absolutely nailing their roles, and helping to create two people who we absolutely want to see succeed despite their inherent flaws, Teller in particular. This film really understands the high school experience, young love, and first sexual experiences, and contains moments of introspection that are at times startling in their unanticipated depth; credit the astute writing with never overplaying its hand at any moment.

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The final scene and last few moments of this film land with complete perfection, asking the viewer to contemplate the future for its main characters in a way that feels satisfying and mysterious all at once. The themes explored in this film will be tough for some, and the lived-in quality that the filmmaking team established rooted the entire piece in a believable atmosphere; there could be aspects to this story that hit very close to home for some viewers. There’s a rather amazing supporting cast which includes Brie Larson, Kyle Chandler, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Kaitlyn Dever, and Bob Odenkirk, with everyone getting a scene or two to really deliver the goods. After making a splash at Sundance, this film got lost in the shuffle with a late summer release date in 2013, but is available on Blu-ray and various streaming providers, and feels like a film that’s just waiting to find a deserved cult following.

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GAVIN HOOD’S EYE IN THE SKY — A MINI-REVIEW BY NICK CLEMENT

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Gavin Hood’s sharp and unsettling political thriller, Eye in the Sky, details the heavy costs of drone warfare, presenting the viewer with a believable scenario, and never backing down from the reality of the story being presented. The diverse and eclectic cast includes a steely Helen Mirren, the superb as always Alan Rickman (so sad he’s gone), Aaron Paul, Barkhad Abdi, Jeremy Northam, Iain Glen, and Phoebe Fox, with everyone doing strong, un-showy, ground level work. Guy Hibbert’s swift screenplay wastes not a moment, getting right to business, and hardly letting up during the tight 90 minutes of action.

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The slick lensing by Haris Zambarloukos is a further production bonus; this is a really photogenic movie without ever being in-your-face flashy. As with Hood’s extremely underrated 2007 topical thriller Rendition, he has a tendency to not go full-on over the top with his plotting, instead allowing for rational decisions to rule the day, no matter how cynical or upsetting the outcomes might be. The final moments sting with a Fuck The Man sentiment that would make a filmmaker like Robert Aldrich smile; Hood gets visually self-righteous and for just cause, as he knows his message is an important one.

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Brighton Rock: A Review by Nate Hill

  

Brighton Rock is a character study focusing on one of the most delinquent, misanthropic, sociopathic, maladjusted pieces of work you’ve ever seen. The fiend I speak of is a wannabe British gangster named Pinkie, played by Sam Riley, an actor who doesn’t usually get this dark with his work, but makes quite the impression when he does. Pinkie lives in the seaside town of Brighton, and aspires to rule the crime faction there with a razor brandishing, snarling, self destructive death wish. Despite the quaint and quite pleasant coastal setting, this is a cold as ice story about a guy who brings nothing but despair and violence to everyone including himself. Showing up on the scene to oust local bigwig Phil Corkery (John Hurt), Pinkie declares personal war on everyone around him in a spectacular downward spiral of burnt bridges and furious confrontations. There’s also what has to be one of the most dysfunctional ‘love’ stories to be found anywhere, between him and a clueless waitress played by a very young Andrea Riseborough. She’s deluded by the bad boy effect, blind to the fact that Pinkie cares for her about as much as roadkill. She’s a plaything to him, a curiosity to be toyed with and eventually discarded, or worse. She loves him, or at least naively believes she does, making it quite sad and unfortunate to see their bitter courtship circle the sinkhole. Helen Mirren plays her restauranteur boss who feels the bad vibes coming off Pinkie in waves, and warms poor Andrea. Needless to say, these warnings go unheeded. Watch for Sean Harris, Phil Davis and Andy Serkis in appropriately scummy roles as well. This is Riley’s show, and he owns it with the force tyrannical pissant who is positively bursting with self loathing and homicidal hatred. A dour tale hiding beneath a picturesque shell, strangling us in malaise before we know what’s hit us.

ALEX LEHMANN’S BLUE JAY — A REVIEW BY NICK CLEMENT

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Out of nowhere, the little gem Blue Jay has come along, and now making a top 10 list for 2016 is getting harder and harder to do. This is an extremely funny and poignant film that eagerly mixes tones, shot in silky black and white and utilizing the walking-and-talking format, essentially operating as a coyly sexy yet surprisingly sad two-hander with Mark Duplass (who also wrote the terrific script) and Sarah Paulson (fabulous, yet again). Certainly reminiscent of Richard Linklater’s Before Trilogy but definitely its own thing, this story of two, long-ago lovebirds who randomly reconnect moves in some surprising directions, and always allows for the narrative to be born out of the characters and the generous performances from the well-matched co-stars. Duplass is one of the busiest people in Hollywood, and this film is his first production to hit Netflix streaming in a multi-film deal; I’m so excited that he’s found an outlet for his particular brand of low-key cinema because there’s been very little (if anything) that he’s been creatively involved with that I haven’t enjoyed. Blue Jay ranks up there with Cyrus as the most accomplished item on Duplass’ resume.

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Directed with grace and simplicity by first-timer Alex Lehmann, Blue Jay moves through its 80 heartfelt minutes with a great sense of atmosphere and casual style; Lehmann also served as his own cinematographer and camera operator, making great use out of the chilly California mountain locations. And look out for Clu Gulager in a rather wonderful scene at a convenience store that underscores the humanity at the heart of Duplass’ tricky script. Because the film revolves around two characters, there has to be something at the center of the narrative that’s important to the both of them, and because the final act involves confessions and realizations from their past (none of which I’d spoil), all that has come before it takes on even more meaning. When they first see each other, it’s clear that there’s something unfinished between the two of them; both Duplass and Paulson do a great job conveying emotion through casual facial gestures and awkward body language. And throughout the sometimes painful and often times very funny story, there’s an eternal bond that re-emerges between the two characters, becoming nearly unbreakable, even if their futures are uncertain.

 

“I’m not saying the universe is evil but it sure has a nasty sense of humour.” – A review of Passengers by Josh Hains

The following review contains mild spoilers that will describe events that occur during the first 25-30 minutes of the movie (the first act). If you do not wish to read what could be considered spoilers to some individuals, you can skip the fourth paragraph.

Science fiction, as a genre within the medium of film, has always been built on ideas, either that reflect societal issues or political stances, or that ask audiences thought provoking questions about Life, time, space, and our own morality codes. Since Gravity was released in 2013, I have asked myself what I consider to be a rather important question with each new science fiction epic related in the years since: does this story break new ground, does it try something different, or have I seen it all before? In the case of Gravity, I came to the conclusion that the story didn’t break new ground at all, though apparently there were possibly some ground-breaking methods behind the construction of the movie. Interstellar broke new ground, presenting us with the theoretical concept of astronauts travelling through a black hole in search of a new planet to colonize after mankind’s way of life ceases to be a sustainable enterprise. The Martian asked what would happen if a man was stuck on Mars for 4 years, how would he survive, and how would we get him back to Earth, and showed us with a great deal of scientific accuracy, how this might occur.

Passengers asks us some pretty deep and dark questions, such as what would you do if on a 120 year voyage to a new sustainable planet, you awoke from hyper-sleep 90 years early? How would you deal with the situation at hand and the idea that you’ll die before the voyage is over? How would you entertain yourself? Why were woken so early? Is this how your life ends?

The marketing team behind Passengers seems to have struggled immensely with concocting an effective way to advertise the movie to the two audiences who would undoubtedly want to invest in this movie: the science fiction lovers, and the romance-comedy-drama lovers. It’s as if half of the advertising was attempting to appeal explicitly to men with images of thrilling adventure and mind bending physics, while the other half of the marketing was aiming for a female demographic by hyping up the romantic elements and using odd pop-rock music. You can’t sell a sci-fi epic simply off the star power of your two leads, so a delicate balancing act showcasing the thrill and romance dramatics was needed, but sadly never achieved by a lazy marketing team. Thankfully, the movie itself is actually perfectly fine.

Jim Preston is awoken in his hibernation pod on the starship The Avalon, which is transporting 5000 colonists who have volunteered to travel in hyper-sleep for 120 years to Homestead II, a neighbouring planet to our Earth capable of sustaining human life. To his shock, Jim realizes he’s the only person currently awake on the ship because something in the ship malfunctioned and woke him 90 years early. Jim spends the next year of his life becoming acquainted with android bartender Arthur, trying to fix the pod and even send a desperate distress message that won’t reach Earth for 50 years, enjoying some of the luxuries of the ship, and becoming increasingly lonely, bored, unhappy, and suicidal. During a drunken venture through the ship, Jim sees an attractive young woman in a pod named Aurora Lane, and begins going through some of her person a effects, learning she’s a writer and other intimate details. He becomes obsessed with her, and after a bout of indecision, makes the choice to tamper with her pod and awaken her in the hopes of finally having a human companion and possibly finding some semblance of happiness with this seemingly perfect woman.

The dilemma the movie presents, being awoken 90 years early on a 120 year voyage through space, is a unique and thoughtful concept, and it’s interesting to see how our two leads, Jim Preston (Chris Pratt) and Aurora Lane (Jennifer Lawrence) grapple with this concept, and the knowledge that they will die before the voyage comes to a close unless they can somehow figure out how and why they were awoken so early. The actors do a great job of capturing the varying emotions and mental states their respective characters experience during the course of the movie, with Pratt working his trademark charm and sly humour, and even digging deep into some strong emotional work, giving us a performance that might actually be surprisingly stronger than his turn as Star-Lord in Guardians Of The Galaxy. Lawrence is every bit as charming and witty as Pratt, and even doing a splendid job with the more emotional scenes of the movie. This is probably Lawrence’s best work since her Oscar winning turn in Silver Linings Playbook.

Passengers doesn’t have plot twists that pull the rug out from underneath you, and even the real cause of the ship’s continuous malfunctions isn’t even that convincing an idea, or perhaps it’s just a lazy idea altogether, but that doesn’t make this a bad movie. The risks this movie takes don’t come in the form of jaw dropping spectacle or mind bending twists, but rather in the way the movie initially connects two characters in a less than desirable fashion. That this movie had the guts to bring the characters together in such a dark way and sustains that connection for as long as it does, and convincingly so, is worth praise aplenty. It’s really not the bad movie the Rotten Tomatoes collective are making it out to be, and while it’s not shocking or necessarily all that visually impressive compared against Interstellar for example, it is a perfectly fine movie. An unpretentious, enjoyable, entertaining, heartfelt, and thought provoking sci-fi drama, a voyage I won’t mind investing in again when the time is just right.

 

 

 

 

MIKE MITCHELL’S SKY HIGH — A REVIEW BY NICK CLEMENT

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Sky High is a total blast of fun. Released in the late summer of 2005, this is basically a live-action version of Pixar’s The Incredibles, with Kurt Russell starring as a Super Dad whose entire family consists of various superheroes. Conceived in the 90’s by Paul Hernandez and fleshed out by Disney animation staff writers Robert Schooley (Hotel for Dogs), and Mark McCorkle (Monsters vs Aliens), the film was energetically directed by Mike Mitchell (Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo), and has an incident-packed narrative that doesn’t skimp on quirky character beats or wise-ass humor. It’s colorful, it’s witty, and all of the performances are in on the joke and totally earnest in all the proper ways. This is easily Russell’s most underappreciated performance as an actor, while Michael Angarano, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Kelly Preston, Danielle Panabaker, Steven Strait, Cloris Leachman, and ex-Wonder Woman herself, Lynda Carter all offered great support.

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Oh, and Bruce Campbell basically runs away with the entire film. Shelly Johnson’s vibrant cinematography is a huge plus, while the score by Michael Giacchino hits all the proper notes of familial triumph. Sadly, Sky High didn’t blast off at the domestic box office, as it probably seemed too quaint for our current in-your-face society; it grossed roughly $65 million in the states. But there’s something about this film that makes it special in a sea of family-oriented content, as it’s got a genuine sense of gee-whiz fun running all throughout its core, with a playful script and spirited sense of direction. Currently streaming on Netflix, this is a delightful PG-rated entertainment that is perfect for everyone as it offers a little bit of everything to be enjoyed.

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