Sydney Pollack: The Interpreter (2005)
Sydney Pollack: The Interpreter (2005)
Glossy mediocrity
A whispered conversation overheard after hours at the General Assembly by a UN interpreter (Nicole Kidman) reveals that someone plans to assassinate an African leader who's soon to speak there. They were talking in an African language that is her specialty, and she has a special connection with the country where it's spoken. Reluctantly alerting the authorities she is soon pursued by Africans and guarded by a Secret Service man (Sean Penn), while plans are made to avoid an international incident which would be particularly embarrassing to the US since it is not favorable to the leader in question. . . .
One could never quite bring oneself to see this and now one sees why. After ten months, finally, wandering in a rental shop not noted for its rich or exotic offerings, one said, "Why not?" Well, here's why not. Because this is a loud, glossy mediocrity. Because it is not believable for a minute, because the actors are miscast, and because there is hardly a single memorable scene. . .
[For the review go here.]
THE RENDEZ-VOUS WITH FRENCH CINEMA
The 15 films of the
RENDEZ-VOUS WITH FRENCH CINEMA
eleventh season at Lincoln Center, which I'll be reviewing here and posting about on my
WEBSITE
concurrently.
Holiday viewings 1: (some against my will):
The Covenant
Interesting occult movie, with some young people getting caught up in magic and creepiness
Tamara
Another interesting occult "cult" movie, with the title character literally transforming into a haunting, sexy, other-worldly maniac killer witch- yep, she's an ax-wielding, seductive teen hottie.
Made for high-school preppies- you know, fans of "Scream" and "I Know What You did Last Summer".
To Live and Die in L.A.
80's cult classic.
Starring a younger Willem Dafoe & John Turturro, this is my kind of film.
Gritty, pulpy, and gorgeously photographed by ace cameraman Robby Muller, this is a masterpiece of urban violence and counterfeit money madness.
Doom
Craptastic grade-Z actioner with a dash of horror.
Some Space Marines led by "Sarge" (The Rock) are trying to figure out why scientists are biting the dust.
I yawned quite a bit, but it's got enough blood, gore and wacked-out violencia to keep teens and fans of the video game entertained.
Easy Rider
Counter-culture classic that I never get tired of.
Is that "tripping out" scene in the cemetary something else or what? I love it.
"Goin' down to Mardi Gras, gonna have myself a show..."
The Three Last Films I've Seen
1.) A Man Escaped.
Robert Bresson seems to be saying because each individual is essentially alone, one's courage means more to one's self than to others. But it is in that courage that others take strength and that appears, in a white puff of smoke at the film's end, to be our saving grace. A rigorous intellectual exercise cleverly offered as a thriller.
2.) The Rapture.
Michael Tolkin's condescending idea of what fundamentalism means to him suffers not only from his finger-pointing but also from the casual way he presents his characters. He asks us to accept leaps from his protagonist's promiscuity to her hardened belief in the purity of Christ's love to her rejection of it but he fails to imbue her with any notions of complexity (and Mimi Rogers in the lead isn't quite up to the task of finding any). Tolkin wants us to believe that this is a woman's personal journey but with his complete contempt of her and her ideals, what's the point of that? The preposterous wacked-out finale is clearly designed to Make You Think.
3.) Bound For Glory.
Though fraught with problems, Hal Ashby's biopic of Woody Guthrie is well worth seeing, most notably for the fine performances (David Carradine is superb as an aw-shucks, homegrown Guthrie given to fits of rage when pressured to shake his ideals), Robert Getchell's well-written dialogue (though he builds supporting actors up with such pathos that it's a shame when he consistently dumps them to focus on Guthrie), and the perfect dusty, sun-baked work of the gold standard of cinematographers, Haskell Wexler. Ashby, a hack director for most of his career (he frequently let his actors, such as Warren Beatty in "Shampoo", Ruth Gordon in "Harold And Maude" and Jack Nicholson in "The Last Detail", rule the roost) brings a fine looseness to the film, stuffing it with casual, endearing observations of Texans and Okies in odd short snippets. (A scene between Carradine and Lee McLaughlin as a self-described "insane" man is particularly notable.) There's a real feeling of outrage at California's de-evolution into a '30s prison camp that Ashby would never again display. Underrated.