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vendredi 17 avril 2015

NED RIFLE (2015)


Hal Hartley’s often fascinating “Ned Rifle” feels like a very conscious nod to the films that made its writer/director famous in the late ‘80s and early ‘90s while also serving as a commentary on moving on from past successes and failures to face the future head on. It is the work most reminiscent of his quirky, clever character studies like “The Unbelievable Truth”, “Trust” and “Simple Men” in decades, and reminded me why Hartley was so formative on my view of independent cinema in high school. Like those films, “Ned Rifle” has a jangly, unique energy, as people bounce off each other and then pause to philosophically ask what the bouncing means. Dialogue comes in sporadic bursts, edging on being too self-conscious for the narrative to hold together (as often happened in his later films) but there’s such genuine affection for the characters of “Ned Rifle” that it never falls apart, even as these people sometimes sound like they’re commenting on other films, filmmakers and the artistic process in general. This is also Hartley at his most loosely hilarious in years, reuniting his favorite actors and finding a new one who seems born for the timing of his comedy. “Ned Rifle”, the final chapter in a strange trilogy with “Henry Fool” and “Fay Grim”, is a movie about damaged people coming to terms with their damage by turning to others. And it’s Hal Hartley’s best movie in years.
The title character is the son of the title characters from the other two films: Edward Rifle (Liam Aiken), who has been living in witness protection with a very emotionally supportive reverend (Hartley regular Martin Donovan) for the last several years while mom was in prison. One very interesting element of “Ned Rifle” is how Hartley approaches religion without the cynicism or derision often seen in independent cinema. Ned is a deeply religious young man who carries a bible and remains chaste in the face of regular temptation. But Hartley doesn’t turn this trait into an object of comedy or isolationism. On the contrary, it seems to ground Ned in a way that the other, free-floating characters lack. Hartley’s worldview has always been an open-door one, allowing for different philosophies and trains of thought to run parallel to each other.
At the same time that Ned turns old enough to leave his given home, his mother Fay (Parker Posey) is being moved to a new prison. He goes to visit her first, before moving on to find his father (Thomas Jay Ryan), with the expressed purpose of killing him for what he did to his mother (his God is apparently a vengeful one). To find Henry, Ned first has to track down Simon (James Urbaniak), the poet made famous despite his general allergy to public attention. Simon is holed up in a hotel, trying to figure out his next public move while taking comedy lessons and trying to do stand-up routines online via webcam. The image of a formerly vital artist trying to figure out what’s next can quite obviously be read as a bit of self-examination by Hartley, who could be perceived as having lost some of his resonance in the world of independent cinema. When an admirer named Susan (Aubrey Plaza, who has the perfect rhythm for Hartley’s dialogue) generally stalks her way into Simon’s world, she reveals that she has done little more than write about him for years, even losing her job as a film critic because every review came back to the poetry of Simon Grim. It turns out that Susan also has a deep connection to Henry’s past, and she hooks up with Ned to track him down.

With a simple framing style, light score and remarkably short running time, “Ned Rifle” zips along from beginning to end, which may leave some fans of “meatier” films like “Henry Fool” disappointed, but there’s an infectious energy that makes this one of Hartley’s most likable works. It’s also just damn funny and smart. Lines like “The good of free will must entail real choices for sin” and “You’d think a religion would help teach people how the ungodly operate” zip by in the clever, dialogue-heavy script at such a fast pace that it almost demands a rewatch to catch all of them. There are little beats (like when Fay asks Ned to call her at prison and adds “I’m always here”) that made me smile throughout, clearly sensing that Hartley himself was enjoying working in this world one last time. And the final scenes, while a bit rushed narratively, have a surprising emotional resonance. It gives one hope that closing the door on these characters will invigorate Hartley to consistently make great films again. “Ned Rifle” reminds me how much I missed him.

UNFRIENDED (2015)


MOVIE INFO


Unfriended unfolds over a teenager's computer screen as she and her friends are stalked by an unseen figure who seeks vengeance for a shaming video that led a vicious bully to kill herself a year earlier.

Rating:R (for violent content, pervasive language, some sexuality, and drug and alcohol use - all involving teens)
Genre:Mystery & Suspense , Horror
Directed By:Levan Gabriadze
Written By:Nelson Greaves
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TRUE STORY (2015)


MOVIE INFO

When disgraced New York Times reporter Michael Finkel (Jonah Hill) meets accused killer Christian Longo (James Franco) - who has taken on Finkel's identity - his investigation morphs into an unforgettable game of cat-and-mouse. Based on actual events, Finkel's relentless pursuit of Longo's true story encompasses murder, love, deceit and redemption. (C) Fox

Rating:R (for language and some disturbing material)
Genre:Drama
Directed By:Rupert Goold
Written By:Michael Finkel, Rupert Goold, David Kajganich
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Court Movie Review

  • Genre:
    Drama
  • Cast:
    Vira Sathidar, Vivek Gomber, Geetanjali Kulkarni, Pradeep Joshi, Usha Bane, Shirish Pawar
  • Director:
    Chaitanya Tamhane




SPOILERS ALERT

A legal procedural like no other, Court, Chaitanya Tamhane's remarkable debut film, is a hard-hitting narrative rigorously pared down to its bare essentials.

The austere storytelling enhances the searing quality of the film's commentary on a lumbering legal system that is ill equipped, if not altogether disinclined, to serve those outside Indian society's charmed circle. 

Court draws most of its power from its understated ire, which reveals itself through the plight of a plucky old poet who runs afoul of some archaic provisions of the penal code.

He finds that there is no escape from the law's vice-like grip once he is deemed to be on the wrong side of it. 

Narayan Kamble (played by real-life activist Vira Sathidar), feisty Dalit folk poet, is accused of abetting the suicide of a Mumbai gutter cleaner found dead in the belly of a noxious sewer.

Kamble, who sings of inconvenient truths and exhorts the downtrodden to fight for their rights, is charged with inciting the impoverished municipal worker to take his own life. 

Tamhane develops this absurdist plotline into a caustic indictment of how insensitive law enforcement grinds people into submission and a sense of helpless resignation.

Beyond the courtroom drama, the screenplay opens out to reveal the socio-economic landscape and deeply ingrained prejudices that breed skewed notions of sedition and national interest. 

The legal battle over whether the manhole death was indeed suicide or only an accident pans out between public prosecutor Nutan (Geetanjali Kulkarni) and defence lawyer Vinay Vora (Vivek Gomber, also the film's producer).

In long scenes that play out before a static and sharp-eyed camera (DOP: Mrinal Desai), we see Nutan mechanically read out laws from a penal code that is over 150 years old.

Vora tries his best to counter the prosecutor's clinical evocation of the legal provisions that Kamble has supposedly violated. 

Vora's game efforts to defend his jailed client hit a wall in the form of Judge Sadavarte (Deepak Joshi). 

The latter's interest is officiously focused solely on upholding the processes of the law; the spirit of it eludes him completely.

As it does Nutan, a middle class Maharashtrian woman who on the way back from the court picks her son up from school and takes a detour from the rail station to shop for household provisions.

She makes small talk with a suburban train co-passenger and frets over her diabetic husband's tricky diet.

At home, Nutan spends plenty of time in the kitchen, cooking meals for her family of four.

On an evening out, Nutan, husband in tow, watches a Marathi play that berates outsiders who have taken "our jobs and our land, and are now eyeing our daughters". 

She is clearly much closer in terms of social station to the former mill worker she is bent upon keeping in jail than Vora is, but she is in no way capable of appreciating the compulsions that drive Kamble's fire-spewing poetry.

Vora, on the other hand, is a well-off Gujarati man who drives a Honda City, loves his cheese and wine, and swigs beer in a swish bar with friends. 

Ironically, Vora is the one standing up for Kamble - the lawyer is unyielding in his commitment to saving his client from miscarriage of justice.

Nutan, on her part, has no capacity for any empathy for Kamble's lot and she continues unfeelingly to play her assigned part in sealing the fate of the hapless accused.

When all has been done and dusted, Tamhane's screenplay follows the judge - now in his Bermudas and T-shirt and on the way to a beach resort - into his personal spaces to reveal a gentleman who sees the world only through a thoroughly conservative prism. 

Court is openly contemptuous of the narrow-minded and myopic ways in which obsolescent laws are interpreted in this country, but its tone is so even and genteel that its bubbling anger does not take the shape of runaway rage. Restraint renders the blow it delivers infinitely more telling.

Vira Sathidar is an impressive stage performer and watching and hearing him recite his poems on the screen is a memorable experience. 

Vivek Gomber and Geetanjali Kulkarni, the two pros in the cast, deliver superb performances to sustain our interest in the dreary court proceedings.

Worthy of special praise is the manner in which the duo merges seamlessly with the amateurs. 

The latter are the real faces in the drama, like the dead sewage worker's wife (Usha Bane) and the folk poet's young co-traveller Subodh Khuste (Shishir Pawar).

The multilingual Court (Marathi, Hindi, English and Gujarati, with subtitles) is an exceptional cinematic achievement: a film that no cinema lover can afford to miss. 

Mr X Movie Review

  • Cast:
    Emraan Hashmi, Amyra Dastur, Arunoday Singh, Somnath Mahato
  • Director:
    Vikram Bhatt







SPOILERS ALERT

Unalloyed gobbledygook: two words are all that one needs to sum up Mr X.

But Vikram Bhatt's flashy film (released also in 3D in case one is interested in third-degree torture) runs for over two hours but does not come up with even two-and-a-half scenes that can pass muster.

Two fluffy lines of dialogue in the film stick out like sore thumbs and provide an inkling of the stale dynamics at work within its rickety structure. 

One, spoken by a medicine researcher, goes thus: the more science knows the more it realises that it knows little. Well, well, we will never what that means! 

The other, spouted by the hero himself, regurgitates a tattered clichĂ©: all is fair in love and war, and here we have both love and war. It will take some doing to digest that. 

Mr X is indeed a love story, too, but it is highly unlikely that anybody will fall in love it.

Mr X is a puerile thriller and a risible revenge saga with a dash of random sci-fi thrown into the pot. The end result is a deadly boring mish-mash. 

Anti-terror agent Raghuram Rathod (Emraan Hashmi) is dragged into a dirty game by his own boss, ACP Bhardwaj (Arunoday Singh), who has his sight set on the post of Mumbai police commissioner. 

The vicious conspiracy, which centres on the elimination of the chief minister, culminates in a refinery blaze. 

Raghu is given up for dead. But, thanks to divine intervention, he survives. 

Clutching a mini idol of Lord Krishna, Raghu emerges from the inferno resembling a walking lump of molten wax that is strong enough to make a phone call. 

He ends up in a pharmaceutical lab where an untested anti-radiation potion triggers total cell regeneration and turns him invisible.

Alarmed at first, he spots an opportunity in his new-found invisibility. From behind the veil of his power, he decides to mount an all-out assault on those that wronged him.

Mr X picks on the betrayers one by one and packs them off without so much as a by your leave.

His lost lady love - anti-terrorist department colleague Sia Verma (Amyra Dastur) - sniffs him out, literally. 

A brush with Mr X in the line of duty brings Sia close enough to Raghu to catch a scent of the invisible man. 

Opposed to extra-legal methods of crime-busting, she decides to pursue Mr. X and stop him in his tracks.

Of course, the screenplay does not care to explain how and why Raghu has retained his original "bheeni bheeni khushboo (subtle body odour)" after being scorched by a fire and altered by a medical formula.

But that is no big deal really given that he does not show any external changes in the way he looks and walks either.

But let us not ask irrelevant questions. Mr X is after all a Bollywood love story, and the world is yet to evolve any credible science that can explain the myriad illogicality that is part and parcel of the genre.

There is much worse here. The story of the film is set in Mumbai, but the street scenes and the chases have clearly been shot somewhere else in the world.

The unique hero of Mr X is visible only in direct sunlight and in blue neon-lit settings. 

Take the hint: leave the man alone and steer clear of darkened halls where he is displaying his wares.