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Tuesday, November 12, 2019
marriage story
Situated near Trump Tower and the Plaza Hotel, the no-frills, yet inherently classy Paris Theater in New York City has a history of single-screen showings of films that appeal to the upper-class and intellectuals. After its recent closure, streaming giant Netflix swept in and re-opened it. It feels like a splashy and perceptive PR move: usher in screenings of their slate of films like Noah Baumbach's Marriage Story that were refused showings in chain cinemas for awards season consideration, while also rescuing an institution of cinema-going. Marriage Story in particular speaks to the sort of audience who would go to the Paris Theater--a classy set, craving complicated, grown-up entertainment which has become more scarce yearly in movies. I came to the Paris on a mild Fall morning on the eve of Veteran's Day--barricades and security around Trump Tower, more stacked than usual, before his impending arrival for the day's ceremonies. The theater was half-full, an older crowd mainly clad in black coats. In the cold-ish dark, it felt like the set-up for a stuffy experience. Ultimately, however, Marriage Story emerges, like its influential predecessor, Robert Benton's Kramer vs. Kramer, as something much more warm, earthy and broad-appealing than what a typical upper-crust character study may imply.
Baumbach's films, in dramatic and witty ways, look at characters in crisis. They are mapped out with alluring, but seemingly no-nonsense theatrical flair. They feel studied, beautifully executed and organic at the same time--a miraculous combination that has made Baumbach a fixture but also underrated as an auteur. Young couple Charlie (Adam Driver) and Nicole (Scarlett Johansson) are going through a bi-coastal divorce, while raising their young son Henry (a nod to Justin Henry?), played by Azhy Robertson. As their relationship is fraught romantically, they are also coming apart in their livelihoods. Charlie wants to maintain his creative life in Park Slope as a talented New York theater director. Nicole wants to establish herself outside the confines of performing in Charlie's work, by shooting a pilot in Los Angeles, while also yearning to become a director herself. Like the couple in Kramer vs. Kramer, Charlie and Nicole have a somewhat enviable status (Charlie nabs a MacArthur Genius Grant), but with the aid of the gifted players portraying them, the characters emerge as sympathetic and whole in their personal tumult, especially as they battle their lives through the harsh (and harshly-lit) courts; Laura Dern, Alan Alda, and Ray Liotta play lawyers with their own specific personalities, battles and at times, morally suspect agendas--some more blatant than others.
All of the dramas and poignant comic moments are drawn exquisitely by Baumbach and his talented crew. I've always been a fan of the editor Jennifer Lame, who did such lovely work on Baumbach's Frances Ha. It's the kind of non-flashy editing that often doesn't get recognized. There is one symbolic scene in Marriage Story, involving the closing of a gate, that's one of the best edited sequences I've seen this year. Throughout, as we see the couple and lawyers spar, the awkwardness of family life, the rhythms of the film are achingly apt. Shot by Robbie Ryan (The Favourite), the movie captures both the New York setting and L.A. settings well, especially interiors.
I was entranced by Randy Newman's score. It's a risky one for these times: tuneful, romantic; sprightly strings, horns, and reeds. Definitely a score of late bygone sensibilities (almost like silent film ragtime-esque score re-writes) that's been out-of-style for decades. Immediately, it establishes the singular atmosphere of the picture. The movie opens with a whimsical portrait of what both characters "love" about one another--through a scattershot of imagery. It's completely charming and ends up culminating in a devastating way. Overall, music in the film is elegant and spry, but also fragile, and compliments emotionally raw moments of the story effectively. A particular Broadway musical chestnut becomes a naked expression of Charlie's bewilderment at his situation.
Outside of its technical merits, Marriage Story boasts a terrific ensemble. Johansson hasn't been given a role as strong in quite some time--and she kills. Often with tear-rimmed eyes, and an expression of emotional exhaustion, she gives a layered turn. A monologue in her lawyer's office is an impressive moment: it's an actor's showcase, but you also feel her character deeply through her delivery and specificity of action. Driver has always been a fun actor to watch. Here, he's in one of his deepest, most vulnerable roles. I couldn't help but tear up at his gangly "Invisible Man"--earnestly and desperately trying to create a fun Halloween for his son in sprawling, late night L.A. There's plenty of moments like these of quiet tenderness and bittersweet, physical comedy that's just as wrenching as a painful, drab-apartment-set shouting match. In supporting parts, Laura Dern is electric as high-powered attorney Nora. Had she not already been so wicked in her Big Little Lies turn, the performance would be even more startling. On a surface level, she emerges as a sort of villain in Marriage Story, but in hindsight, she's something more complex, especially after a biting, delicious monologue towards the end of the picture--you can see she's surviving (and thriving) in an extremely flawed system. In contrast, Alda is appealing as a fuddy-duddy lawyer in his cluttered office, seemingly beleaguered by the system and amusingly weary from his own rocky past relationships. It's great to see Airplane!'s Julie Hagerty so pitch-perfect, funny and believable as Nicole's mother. And Merritt Wever, who was so utterly fantastic in this year's Unbelievable series, is great in one of the movie's funniest screwball scenes. Even actors in bit parts, like Martha Kelly as "The Evaluator," are outstanding. I felt most distant from Henry's character, perhaps because the movie is mostly entrenched in the perspective of adults. Azhy Robertson does good work with a tricky role that could easily be too precious or irritating.
Released at the end of its decade, Kramer vs. Kramer was the top-grossing film of 1979. Mainstream audiences flocked to see it in the theater! It was a cultural phenomenon. It had a Vivaldi soundtrack and was a zeitgeist picture of its time! I doubt at the end of this decade, Marriage Story will make the same impact. As Netflix holds its grip on striving to both capitalize on auteurs making great movies and also drive pronounced competition against traditional movie-going, we, as American viewers, are left at the end of the 2010s on wobbly territory (like the uncertain leasing of a single-screen theater) for the future of the movies and its experience. We get more bang for our buck for spectacle on widescreen, but as I got up and left the picture, passing a woman sobbing alone in her seat as the end credits neared their conclusion, the lights coming up a little bit in the Paris, I felt immensely touched and satisfied. With Marriage Story, Baumbach affirms the power of the art-form through the compact, fleeting time frame, script, visuals, references, and rich performances. It couldn't be anything else but a movie. ****
-Jeffery Berg
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
while we're young
For a comedy, it's imaginatively edited by Jennifer Lame with quick cuts of ironic, pop culture touchstones (Baumbach is good at those--like the paper sleeve of Wilco's Yankee Hotel Foxtrot CD or the rippling, red-screened FBI warning of the Howling video--another film about innocents who fall prey to a circle of predatory cult-ish individuals). Veteran costumer Ann Roth's apparel is vividly pitch perfect (those hats and coats! Naomi's sleek, black Lincoln Center get-up!). Overall the film doesn't feel that original and occasionally the jokes fall flat (a rambling foray into an ayahuasca ceremony feels more like sloppy Apatow than acute Allen), nor does it soar to the heights of picaresque Ha, but when the movie hits some complex notes (the ending especially), it's a sharp blade. ***
-Jeffery Berg
Friday, August 16, 2013
Saturday, May 18, 2013
the romance of practicality
The film Frances Ha is essentially about "the romance of practicality." That's how director Noah Baumbach described his latest, and perhaps best, effort--a nimble character study of a hapless, socially awkward New Yorker (Greta Gerwig) who yearns for all the "practical" things we all yearn for (a place to live, rewarding work, some money, and companionship). Those things can be hard to come by, especially within the landscape of New York City (economic uncertainty is one of the film's major themes) and once Frances's longtime best friend, gawky bespectacled publishing employee (she doesn't read, according to Frances) Sophie (an excellent Mickey Sumner who is Sting's daughter), decides to live with someone else in Tribeca and then eventually gets married to a businessman appropriately named Patch (Patrick Heusinger, who is able to break his character free from stereotype in a few scenes). Sophie and Frances's affection for one another is almost cloyingly claustrophobic in early scenes and but then grows distant and caustic as Frances flits from one address to the next and her modern dance career stalls.
Filmed in black and white, Sam Levy's supple photography owes much to Gordon Willis's work on Woody Allen's Manhattan. It's hard to imagine the movie in color (a joke by Frances's Sacramento mother about a red cutting board is made even more sardonic): each shot is like a photograph. The richness of the black and white and the excellent, sometimes French New Wave-inspired editing (by Jennifer Lame) is what makes it a cinematic experience and also what separates it from that certain HBO show that people seem on intent on comparing this film to in reviews. Short moments become elongated (a desperate search for an ATM machine) and longer ones are cut in montage (a trip home to Sacramento for the holidays).
Despite the artistry of the photography, the film never feels too fussy or studied. Baumbach and Gerwig collaborated on the script which is biting and sincere and full of funny lines. The looseness of the screenplay (Baumbach contends the film wasn't improvised and that it consisted of multiple takes) and the narrative make it lissome. And yet its organized too--broken up in chapters (by addresses) and in its centering upon the tumultuous friendship between Frances and Sophie--which becomes the film's driving conflict. The music is a patchwork of music from Truffaut movies and an inspired use of David Bowie's "Modern Love" (Gerwig's spirited backpacked run set to this tune, with an occasional grand jeté, through downtown crosswalks is a joy).
Frances Ha creates many tensions throughout between the lithe and the clumsy, rich and poor, the distant and near. In a jaunt to Paris, ironically set to Hot Chocolate's "Every 1's a Winner," the film avoids falling into obvious romantic territory with a credit card-fueled journey that feels sad and amusing and real to Frances's predicament. The performances are incredibly sharp. Even though we've seen Gerwig before as an awkward songbird, her turn here is distinct and revelatory. Sumner is unrecognizable as Sophie, doing an American accent and changing the register of her voice to completely disappear in her complex character (a later scene between the two in a dorm room is unexpected, intimate and moving). Gerwig's real parents memorably figure. I also loved Charlotte D'Amboise as Frances's dance studio boss, with her pixie cut, little eyes, and clipped little digs that Frances is unable to comprehend. Overall the movie is a sometimes breezy experience but also a heady one. Perhaps because of its unique editing style and because I was so caught up with the emotions within the story, Frances Ha felt much longer than its 85 minute running time; I had felt I had gone through these rocky years with her. The evocative final shot is redemptive in its way, some practical things happen, but still with shades of uncertainty. ****
-Jeffery Berg
Thursday, July 29, 2010
catching up with the films of 2010
I feel so behind with films this year. Summer is always a bit busy for me to get to the cinema. Inception? Still haven't seen it. Even though we are approaching August, and I've missed so many, I caught up with a few notables recently. Some I've seen in theaters I loved--Winter's Bone and The Kids Are All Right, some that were just OK (The Runaways) and some that were just plain awful (Valentine's Day... blech) but there have been many gems that I missed during their theatrical run that are now available to rent.
Greenberg
Noah Baumbach opened with the sublime Squid & the Whale but hit a snag with the well-acted but overly prickly Margot at the Wedding. Greenberg is a fresh take on romantic comedy, with an extremely rude and unlikeable antihero at the center (calculated perfectly by Ben Stiller). Florence (the likeable and inventive Greta Gerwig) is an aimless assistant of a yuppie couple in Los Angeles. When the couple goes to vacation in Vietnam, the brother of the husband, Roger Greenberg, moves in the house after undergoing a nervous breakdown in New York. Roger is a bit hopeless, on his own island, selfish, and bitter. He writes letters to the editors to complain over trivial matters and seems unable to establish any real connections with people, including his ex-girlfriend Beth (Jennifer Jason Leigh, where have you been? We love you! She also crafted this film's story and helped to develop the project). When he becomes entangled with Florence, there is a lot of friction but also some moments of understanding. It may be difficult for some to get past Roger's grumbling but it's rewarding, at times, to sympathize with him, as he watches the forty-somethings move on with their own families and lives without him, and also the generation below him (in a funny party scene) dismiss him. Baumbach has an ear for crackling dialogue and it helps keep this film afloat. Gerwig is insanely present. Her "Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey" lipsynch is brilliantly funny. ***
The Girl on the Train
André Téchiné's (Wild Reeds and The Witnesses) The Girl on the Train is based upon a real life incident where a woman (here played by the luminous Émilie Dequenne) made a story up that she was victim of a violent, anti-Semitic attack. It has a special relevance this month with the hazing of Shirley Sherrod. The media is often guilty of picking up on stories without checking the truth. As displayed in other works, Téchiné's style is memorable and edgy, but here, he never explores too deeply into all of the issues raised, instead, he delves into the quick crash and burn of a relationship between two young, naive people. The reasons why the woman in this relationship decides to spin such a lie are unclear--perhaps how they should be portrayed. However compelling its subject is at times, the film feels hollow. Catherine Deneuve is excellent as always as the young woman's mother. **1/2
Mother
I'm still trying to work out my feelings on Joon-ho Bong's (The Host) Mother. I felt The Host was wonderfully shot but overcooked for a horror film, tackling too many genres and styles at once, but Mother is haunting and more refined.
Hye-ja Kim is electrifying as an acupuncturist and herbal healer, the mother of a mentally handicapped son, who tries to take matters in her own hands when her son is convicted of murdering a local girl. Bong eschews typical expectations of a formulaic story, instead vividly displaying the desperation and resolve of the mother as well as the intricate politics and dimensions of a small town. The photography (by Kyung-Pyo Hong) is also beautiful. ***
The Crazies (2010)
In the unnecessary remake of George A. Romero's ultra low-budget The Crazies, Timothy Olyphant plays a sheriff in Iowa who battles his own community after its members are poisoned by a mysterious virus via tap water. It's all pretty standard, slickly filmed, middling entertainment. Although it is much, much better than most horror films of this era, it lacks atmosphere and becomes repetitive. Some of it is to blame on the source material: not one of Romero's finest efforts. **
-Jeffery Berg
Greenberg
Noah Baumbach opened with the sublime Squid & the Whale but hit a snag with the well-acted but overly prickly Margot at the Wedding. Greenberg is a fresh take on romantic comedy, with an extremely rude and unlikeable antihero at the center (calculated perfectly by Ben Stiller). Florence (the likeable and inventive Greta Gerwig) is an aimless assistant of a yuppie couple in Los Angeles. When the couple goes to vacation in Vietnam, the brother of the husband, Roger Greenberg, moves in the house after undergoing a nervous breakdown in New York. Roger is a bit hopeless, on his own island, selfish, and bitter. He writes letters to the editors to complain over trivial matters and seems unable to establish any real connections with people, including his ex-girlfriend Beth (Jennifer Jason Leigh, where have you been? We love you! She also crafted this film's story and helped to develop the project). When he becomes entangled with Florence, there is a lot of friction but also some moments of understanding. It may be difficult for some to get past Roger's grumbling but it's rewarding, at times, to sympathize with him, as he watches the forty-somethings move on with their own families and lives without him, and also the generation below him (in a funny party scene) dismiss him. Baumbach has an ear for crackling dialogue and it helps keep this film afloat. Gerwig is insanely present. Her "Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey" lipsynch is brilliantly funny. ***
The Girl on the Train
André Téchiné's (Wild Reeds and The Witnesses) The Girl on the Train is based upon a real life incident where a woman (here played by the luminous Émilie Dequenne) made a story up that she was victim of a violent, anti-Semitic attack. It has a special relevance this month with the hazing of Shirley Sherrod. The media is often guilty of picking up on stories without checking the truth. As displayed in other works, Téchiné's style is memorable and edgy, but here, he never explores too deeply into all of the issues raised, instead, he delves into the quick crash and burn of a relationship between two young, naive people. The reasons why the woman in this relationship decides to spin such a lie are unclear--perhaps how they should be portrayed. However compelling its subject is at times, the film feels hollow. Catherine Deneuve is excellent as always as the young woman's mother. **1/2
Mother
I'm still trying to work out my feelings on Joon-ho Bong's (The Host) Mother. I felt The Host was wonderfully shot but overcooked for a horror film, tackling too many genres and styles at once, but Mother is haunting and more refined.
Hye-ja Kim is electrifying as an acupuncturist and herbal healer, the mother of a mentally handicapped son, who tries to take matters in her own hands when her son is convicted of murdering a local girl. Bong eschews typical expectations of a formulaic story, instead vividly displaying the desperation and resolve of the mother as well as the intricate politics and dimensions of a small town. The photography (by Kyung-Pyo Hong) is also beautiful. ***
The Crazies (2010)
In the unnecessary remake of George A. Romero's ultra low-budget The Crazies, Timothy Olyphant plays a sheriff in Iowa who battles his own community after its members are poisoned by a mysterious virus via tap water. It's all pretty standard, slickly filmed, middling entertainment. Although it is much, much better than most horror films of this era, it lacks atmosphere and becomes repetitive. Some of it is to blame on the source material: not one of Romero's finest efforts. **
-Jeffery Berg
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