One of the most beautiful and difficult of Jean-Marie Straub and Daniele Huillet’s features, this 1972 filming of portions of Bertolt Brecht’s novel The Business Affairs of Mr. Julius Caesar is a major early summary of this masterful filmmaking couple’s grasp of history and the material world. A young man in contemporary dress drives through contemporary Rome and interviews characters from ancient Romea poet, a jurist, a peasant, and a banker. Straub-Huillet’s unorthodox handling of space through editing is like no one else’s, and the duo’s passionate adherence to direct-sound recording is comparably powerful. (JR) Read more
Standard Bud Abbott and Lou Costello farce, made in 1944 while Universal was loaning the team out to MGM; as a result, it’s a bit more opulent than most of their efforts. With Marilyn Maxwell (as a harem wife), Douglas Dumbrille (as a sultan), and the Jimmy Dorsey Orchestra; Charles Reisner directed. (JR) Read more
A lumbering SF thriller built around the perennial theme of the Return of the Repressed (cf Forbidden Planet and Solaris, among others); appropriately enough, the film itself regresses, starting in the present and winding up with a cautionary ending that evokes the hokiest SF movies of the 50s. In between, the star power of Dustin Hoffman, Sharon Stone, and Samuel L. Jackson carries one past some of the confused and confusing storytellingthe plot has something to do with finding an alien vessel a thousand feet down in the middle of the Pacificbut the lazy script and sprawling direction ultimately defeat everyone and everything. There are shocks and thrills along the way, but not many. Adapted from a Michael Crichton novel by Kurt Wimmer, Stephen Hauser, and Paul Attanasio, and directed by Barry Levinson (with a mid-film break to shoot Wag the Dog); with Peter Coyote and Liev Schreiber. (JR) Read more
Jivey all-black musical, some of it enjoyable and some of it fascinatingly dated, directed by William Forest Crouch in 1947 and featuring Louis Jordan and his Tympany Five, June Richmond, and Valerie Smythe. (JR) Read more
Partly because I love the style and grace of Virginia Woolf’s stream-of-consciousness novel, set over one day in 1923, and partly because I’ve had it up to here with classic English novels reduced to consumerist set-decoration jamborees, I walked out of this adaptation after 15 minutes at Cannes, and I’d be wasting your time as well as mine if I ever went back. True, Vanessa Redgrave plays Clarissa Dalloway, and maybe that’s justification enough to submit to the rest. Marleen Gorris (Antonia’s Line) directed the screenplay by Eileen Atkins (creator of the TV series Upstairs Downstairs); with Natascha McElhone, Rupert Graves, Michael Kitchen, and John Standing. (JR) Read more
Guy Maddin, responsible for Tales From the Gimli Hospital, comes up with an even stranger black-and-white feature (1990), made on a heftier budget, that involves amnesiac victims of mustard gas during World War I and the Russian Revolution. The hero, a Canadian soldier (Kyle McCulloch), mistakes a nurse (Kathy Marykuca) for his dead love; she’s married to a Belgian aviator (Ari Cohen) who can’t remember he’s married, and she gets so confused that she winds up mistaking the Canadian for the Belgian. There are other complications, but this film often appears to be about nothing at allexcept perhaps Maddin’s obvious love for late silent and early talkie studio productions with kitschy pictorial effects, as well as offbeat surrealist conceits, such as a hailstorm of bunny rabbits falling into trenches. What comes across is a fascinating fetishist delirium, where memories of remote war movies get recycled into something that’s alternately creepy and beautiful. 90 min. (JR) Read more
