Film This Weekend at the Movies
posted by November 7 at 17:58 PMon
Movies! It’s the weekend! It’s this weekend at the movies!
There are lots and lots of movies opening this week, almost all of them reviewed by the great Charles Mudede:
Charles absolutely insists that you see The Romance of Astree and Celadon:
In the room with the three women (one of whom is actually a man—watch the movie to solve that mystery), what’s charming is clearly this nipple. It casts a spell on the rays of light, the fresh blankets, the beings in the beds, the walls, the tall windows, and the magical forest that surrounds the castle. The director of this exquisite composition, Rohmer, is 88 years old! It’s hard to believe that a man of that age still has access to a realm that is often closed to old folks—the realm of the senses.
He says much the same for Paris Vu Par:
In Paris Vu Par, a perfect balance is struck between the big city and individuals, the cityscape and interior spaces, the public and private. In one apartment, a bourgeois family is slowly but surely falling apart (at the dinner table, the wife and husband debate with no real emotion or concern about important matters like the death penalty). In another apartment, a young dishwasher prepares pasta for a proud but aging prostitute.
Jon Frosch does not recommend the bland, pretty, French-sploitation number I’ve Loved You So Long:
The story is ripe with tantalizingly creepy questions about Juliette’s crime, her motivations, and her sister’s reluctance to ask questions; a more daring, visually rigorous filmmaker might have made this stuff shiver with mystery and paranoia. But Claudel (a novelist trying his hand at directing) delivers little more than a gracefully packaged, Gallic Lifetime-TV soufflé. Juliette’s path back to normalcy is so predictably plotted and staged—and accompanied by such annoying acoustic guitar—that it’s hard to maintain more than minimal interest.
And I risk incurring your highbrow wrath by totally enjoying the totally stupid Role Models:
There is something so satisfying about a dumbass comedy, made by dumbasses about dumbasses for dumbasses. I used to live for this shit, way back when (not that long ago). And if you’re going to watch a dumbass comedy, you could do worse than one from the remnants of The State (David Wain, Kerri Kenney, Joe Lo Truglio) and their attendant pals (Paul Rudd, Elizabeth Banks)—a comedy crowd that’s always been a few rungs higher on the smart/funny/weird ladder than, say, Road Trip or Dude, Where’s My Car? or, I don’t know, Spring Break Boob Poop Party Train Poop Train 2: It’s Boobies Time! (coming soon).
Oh, and I completely stand by my words about the overwrought, overcomplicated, under-understandable, long, dismal grind that is Synecdoche, New York. I still love Charlie Kaufman. I didn’t even hate this movie. It wasn’t boring, just exhausting. And no fun. Anyway (as always), what Anthony Lane said.
In Limited Runs:
You’ve got Goke: Body Snatcher from Hell (late night), It Came from Outer Space, and Creature from the Black Lagoon at the Grand Illusion; Monks: The Transatlantic Feedback and the Sprocket Society Secret Sunday Matinee at Northwest Film Forum; Hank and Mike at Central Cinema; Thelma & Louise at the Egyptian late night; and the Olympia Film Festival in, you know, Olympia.
Have fun, you crazy kids. Complete Movie Times here.