Category: Film Review

I can still remember seeing Shane Black’s wild and crazy genre bender Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang in the theater, at the Arclight in Hollywood, on opening weekend. I immediately fell in love with this film. It’s got great action, lots of pointed humor, terrific style from cinematographer Michael Barrett, with a satirical spin that allows for a unique tone to take over. The theater was packed and everyone loved it. There was a near constant stream of laughter, and all of the well-timed action and playful yet lethal violence was perfectly integrated into a smart, twisty screenplay that holds up remarkably well on repeated viewings. So it’ll always boggle my mind why, after premiering at the Cannes Film Festival, the film never broke out at the U.S. box office in the manner that it deserved; I don’t even think it got a fully wide release at any point during its theatrical life despite excellent critical support. It’s certainly become a recent cult item, which isn’t hard to see why. Predating the rapid A-list ascension for future Iron Man Robert Downey Jr. by three years, Black’s hugely entertaining shaggy-dog crime film involves a small-time criminal named Harry Lockhart (Downey Jr.) who accidentally stumbles into a movie audition while he’s being chased by the police after a botched robbery has left his partner shot.

A totally absurd set-up, but due to the near-whimsical way that Black stacks the deck from the opening sequence, the entire film feels pleasantly over the top if frequently quirky and always engaging. Much to his surprise, Lockhart gets the part after an impressed casting director mistakes him for a method actor, and once ensconced in Hollywood, he gets mixed up with a shady private eye (a hilarious Val Kilmer) and a sexy, potentially dangerous femme fatale (Michelle Monaghan) with ties to his past. A terrific and eclectic supporting cast including Corbin Bernsen, Rockmond Dunbar, Dash Mihok, Larry Miller, and Shannyn Sossamon all make memorable appearances. And as per usual for Black, there’s a Christmastime setting, thus continuing his tradition of writing actioners that take place over the winter holidays. This was Black flexing his witty and subversive neo-noir muscles, poking fun at a genre that he helped to shape and expand, with results that feel extremely knowing and well observed. And yet, it would take eight more years before Black would find himself back in the director’s chair, for one of the best Marvel offerings to date in Iron Man 3. But if you’re a Shane Black fan, don’t worry, because he’s about to bust loose with this summer’s hilarious looking The Nice Guys, and is hard at work with his Monster Squad co-writer Fred Dekker on The Predator. Fun tidbit: Black titled his film after film critic Pauline Kael’s 1968 film reviews and essay collection.

Roman Polanski’s Frantic was maybe his most overt nod to Hitchcock, and features a strong turn from Harrison Ford as a man who has his life turned upside down when his wife is kidnapped while on vacation in France. One thing leads to another, and before you know it, he’s caught in a game of international intrigue, with a potentially dangerous femme fatale waiting to muck things up. There’s a bit of some tonal inconsistency at times, but nothing to derail the picture, and you might question some of Ford’s actions in the final reel, but overall this is a fun mystery thriller that seems to be mostly forgotten in the realm of Polanski’s filmography. It’s got visual and verbal wit, Ennio Morriconne’s twisty score adds an extra layer to the entire piece, and Polanksi seemed to be delighted by throwing Ford through the ringer all throughout the piece. Look for a very young and gorgeous Emmanuelle Seigner (Polanski’s wife) as the mysterious woman who may or may not be more than she appears to be, while the eclectic supporting cast includes Dominique Pinon, John Mahoney, Betty Buckley, and David Huddleston. The film was well received by critics but did only moderate box office. Witold Sobocinski’s sharp cinematography keeps the vantage points smartly out of focus in crucial moments, while possessing an overall visual crispness at almost every other turn. Robert Towne did uncredited rewrites on the screenplay.

Rating in Stars: *** (out of ****)
Cast: Anya Taylor-Joy, Ralph Ineson, Kate Dickie, Harvey Scrimshaw, Ellie Grainger
Director: Robert Eggers
MPAA Rating: R (for disturbing violent content and graphic nudity)
Running Time: 1:33
Release Date: 02/19 (limited)

In its most sinister form, religious fundamentalism can look a lot like its complete reverse, or so says The Witch, an unnerving and effective look at the blurred lines between such a religious persuasion and that of Satanic paganism. The film’s screenplay, written by director Robert Eggers, purports to have gained a lot of momentum from writings in the era in which it is set (the 1630s). The dialogue takes on the Early Modern English dialect of the setting (New England), and the actors perform it with the sincerity of a stage production of something written by Shakespeare. The film is also positioned, rather awkwardly, as studio horror, which it is pretty firmly not for at least 85 of its 93 minutes.

Instead, we have about 45 minutes of build-up to a chamber drama that happens to sometimes take place outdoors. The central characters are the members of a close-knit, Christian family. William (Ralph Ineson) and Katherine (Kate Dickie) are the mother and father, whose strict control of their children is clearly a loving and not abusive attribute of their relationship with them. The elder daughter is the hard-working Thomasin (Anya Taylor-Joy), after whom her prepubescent, hormonal brother, eldest son Caleb (Harvey Scrimshaw), yearns in a way that speaks fairly openly about the confined nature of their tiny, household society, and there are a couple of adorable twins, too, named Mercy and Jonas (Lucas Dawson and Ellie Grainger).

Katherine has just given birth to another son, who goes missing during an innocent game of peek-a-boo with Thomasin. Evil forces are at work on this piece of land owned by the family, and they do their damnedest to try and ward off those demonic spirits to whom they are merely seven more victims. Eggers and cinematographer Jarin Blaschke appoint a suffocatinguse of natural light to the proceedings, which fits well with their oppressive grimness. The film has drawn comparisons in the critical community with the work of Ingmar Bergman, and the film’s insular nature certainly gives those comparisons some weight, especially in the climax that proceeds the baffling final moments.

Those final moments, by the way, offer a kind of black-and-white choice and disturbing sort of sacrifice that feel at odds with the calmer cautionary tale that proceeded them but no matter. The film does quite the job of building the kind of tension that can’t be cut with the proverbial knife, and those performances, kept on that knife’s edge, are an enormous part of this. Not a single cast member here lets the material down, even the younger ones (Scrimshaw is particularly effective during a possession sequence), though Taylor-Joy is very good as Thomasin, whose innocence is quickly corroded by the penetrating forces surrounding her.

Before that baffling final few minutes, the film takes on the patience of an old-school thriller from the 1970s (to be specific, it feels like Nicolas Roeg’s Don’t Look Now, especially in how it all seems to lead up to those final shocking moments, though they were more suggestive in the earlier picture). It’s a considerable achievement of craft and performance in holy matrimony that occasionally outshines a script that isn’t exactly stretching the boundaries of its central thesis. Luckily that theme is striking enough that crafty effort is all it needs to work. The Witch reciprocates the effort with frightening precision.