Category: Film Review

Cutter’s Way is so underrated it’s almost a joke. Terrific script by Jeffrey Fiskin, who also adapted Jim Harrison’s Revenge for the late, great Tony Scott, gritty and propulsive direction by Ivan Passer, and boasting an absolutely ferocious performance by John Heard (probably his best work) as a disabled Vietnam vet and a fantastic Jeff Bridges as best friends who get mixed up in a murder mystery when one of them accidentally witnesses a guy disposing of a dead body. Heard’s emotionally fragile and physically beleaguered character then gets an idea that might push stuff over the edge; I’m really trying to avoid any spoilers or too much of a plot description because this movie is so consistently awesome and I’d want anyone unfamiliar with it to track it down and have as little of an idea as possible about what they’ll see. Based on the novel Cutter and Bone (and released at one point under that title), the film premiered in 1981, and went criminally under the radar at the box office due to lack of marketing and confusion/turmoil at the studio; the film’s Wikipedia page highlights what happened to this cinematic diamond in the rough. Happily, Cutter’s Way has picked up cult status over the years, and it’s easy to see why. The material is politically charged without being preachy, it’s tense and terrific when it comes to action and dramatics, and the performances all sting with authenticity and force. Jordan Cronenweth handled cinematography chores, and as usual, the results were wonderful, while the score by Jack Nitzsche hits all the proper notes. The film has a tone that feels more 60’s/70’s rather than the 80’s, and the ambiguous nature of the narrative is a key highlight to the film’s success. Honestly, make it a double bill with Karel Reisz’s phenomenal and equally underappreciated Who’ll Stop the Rain, and then come and thank me for telling you to do so!

You’ll know within the first few minutes of the impossible to completely describe and classify film Hard To Be A God if you’re going to make it through all three hours of this carnival of cinematic madness. In production for 13 years with director Aleksei German passing away before the film could be fully completed (his wife and son finished the herculean job), this is a continuously staggering and all-together monumental piece of filmmaking, and it’ll likely prove to be a severe endurance test for even the most discerning, adventurous viewer. This is a Russian language medieval science-fiction film, shot in black and white, and offering nothing in the way of audience comfort; this hellish vision feels as uncompromising as anything I can think of, and it offers sights and sounds of such striking and odd depravity that people are likely to be disturbed and perplexed in equal measure. Based on the novel by the Strugatsky brothers, the story involves a group of scientists who journey to a planet that most resembles Earth, but the twist is that the society that inhabits the planet is culturally and technologically challenged to the point of almost ludicrous imagination. The people have violently suppressed any form of advancement (imagine if the Renaissance movement was skipped entirely), using murder and scare tactics against anyone demonstrating intelligence. One of the scientists decides to sneak his way into the Kingdom of Arkanar in an effort to offer help and progress to the people, but he’s met with all sorts of opposition, and his ideals continually prove to be shattered all the way until the end. This film is consistently disgusting, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as dirty and grimy and all together vile. There are repeated shots of people puking, passing their bowels, yelling asinine noises, playing a variety of musical instruments for no apparent reason other than just making noise, and I swear, there are more than a few moments where the camera lingers on the grotesque face of a person to an almost awkward degree. Werner Herzog would do backflips for this movie. German and his various collaborators created one of the ultimate cinematic nightmares, and because the film operates in an oblique, circular fashion, there are times when you feel like the film is doubling back on itself; this is one of those pieces of work that’s interested more in atmosphere and minutiae than it does on massive plot developments. This film is fascinated by manure, pain, mud, filth, disease, water, and people spitting, and the themes of society’s inherent ability and propensity for self-destruction feel sharp and well observed and sadly relatable. It’s a travesty that German didn’t live long enough to see the completed version of this insane, instantly legendary piece of work. After only one viewing, I’ve only begun to scratch the surface.

This is a wonderful movie, the sort that rarely gets made these days, and if it were to get made, nobody would go to see it. Two great and thoroughly engaging performances from Ryan O’Neal and Tatum O’Neal, some colorful support especially by Madeline Kahn, a terrific script by Alvin Sargent, spot-on direction from Peter Bogdanovich, all lovingly captured in silky-smooth black and white by master cinematographer Laszlo Kovacs. Set in Kansas and Missouri during the Great Depression and centering on the odd-couple pairing of a con man getting mixed up with a confident nine year old girl, this comedy/drama has a light touch all throughout, and can easily be seen as an inspiration for Ridley Scott’s Matchstick Men. Some of the shots in this film last for a long time, and the clarity of Kovacs’ images were at times startling to behold, with an emphasis on the flat and anonymous Midwest geography. Sargent’s screenplay was romantic, funny, clever, and from what I’ve read, a big departure from the novelistic source material; he would receive an Oscar nomination for his adaptation. Shot on a $2.5 million budget, the film would become a big hit, grossing $30 million domestically, and would net Tatum O’Neal an Oscar for Best Supporting Actress, making her the youngest winner in Academy history.

Jacques Audiard’s A Prophet is a searing, violent, and totally unforgettable cinematic experience. This has got to be one of the most epic, primal, exciting, and all together riveting crime pictures ever made, or, at the very least, that I’ve ever seen. Don’t let the fact that it’s a three hour French prison film scare you away from seeing it, as I can almost promise that you’ll be locked into this film from frame one, as Audiard’s vice-grip direction is inescapably forceful and commanding. There are performances here that will shake you to your core, with the film possessing a screenplay that’s brilliant in its fine details, while the intimate, raw-nerve cinematography pulses with life, visceral tension, and edginess. There’s a shoot-out in A Prophet that ranks as one of the all-time best, not because of a huge body count or excessive amounts of gore/blood, but because of the importance it has within the narrative, and the bold and scary way in which Audiard shot and cut the sequence. I could go on and on but I won’t. If you care about movies, and if you haven’t seen this gale-force knock-out, make it a top priority. Audiard’s work overall is supremely impressive (few films hit harder than Rust and Bone) but this one is his crowning achievement that I’ve seen thus far. I can’t wait to see Dheepan.

The insane German import Wetlands is singular, gross, nauseating, highly sexual, strange, lovely, smart, insane, icky, depraved, uber-graphic, and sort of monumental. It’s never, ever going to be remade for American audiences and it’s likely to appeal strictly to fans of “cinema-as-art.” I’ve never seen anything remotely like it. You get to see a POV shot from that of an STD-infected pubic hair, a woman uses a variety of vegetables as sexual pleasure devices, and the camera lovingly details a shaving accident that, let’s just say, will pucker up a certain part of your derriere. And that’s all in the first act! Directed with energy and snap by rising star David Wnendt with a constant attitude of “I’ve Got Something To Prove,” Wetlands, at times, feels like a hybrid of Enter the Void and Blue is the Warmest Color with a dash of sweetness from a Farrelly Bros. enterprise. Carla Juri gives an absolutely fearless, wholly committed performance as a young woman named Helen with any number of unique sexual and bodily fetishes. I can’t think of one major American actress who would ever dare take on the challenge of this role. Known in some circles as “the anal fissure movie,” Wetlands will prove to be an endurance test for many viewers, offering wildly graphic sights you’ll never be able to un-see. After the previously mentioned shaving accident, Helen winds up in the hospital and falls in love with a male nurse, but this being the type of movie that it is, their meet-cute is over discussions of bloody anal injuries and the benefits of frequent oral sex. After her surgery, Helen fakes the inability to pass her bowels, in an effort to remain in the hospital so that she can win the heart of the nurse she’s falling in love with. So it’s the classic girl meets boy story, filled with the requisite amount of heart and honesty that makes you care for the characters, but ups the gross-out elements way past what Apatow and Rogen could ever dream of creating. This is outlaw cinema to be sure, replete with constant full frontal female nudity, extraordinarily graphic sexual behavior, and a general air of chuck-it-all-unpredictability that is bracing to behold and keeps you on edge. And while there is a rather sweet and simple story that gets told, many viewers will be too caught up in the moment to make heads or tails of whether or not Wetlands has something interesting or valid to say. I think it does. It’s smart, it’s honest, it’s very mature despite the various idiocies, and at its heart, this is a film about acceptance, love, and about how one woman, no matter how different or odd her behavior may seem, is living the life that she wants to live, bloody orifices or not. Not for the faint of heart or weak of stomach, Wetlands is a romantic comedy that defies general description. In short, see it with the family!