Sunday, November 4, 2007

Diva (French)

Film Review by Kam Williams

Headline: Classic French Thriller Re-Released in Theaters for 25th Anniversary

When not making his daily deliveries around Paris on his moped, Jules (Frederic Andrei) fritters away his time fantasizing about Cynthia Hawkins (Wilhelminia Wiggins Fernandez), the stunning African-American opera singer who’s currently the toast of the town. In fact, the young postman has such a crush on the never-recorded soprano that not only does he secretly tape her latest recital, but he even has the temerity to sneak backstage afterwards to steal the gown in which she’d just performed.
Later, in a record store, the larcenous lad befriends Alba (Thuy Ann Lu), an attractive Vietnamese teenager almost caught shoplifting. The cashier forced her to open her artist’s portfolio which was filled with oversized naked pictures of herself hiding the albums she’d lifted. Kindred souls Alba and Jules hit it off and start hanging out, even though she likes pop music and he prefers classical.
But it isn’t long before the two find themselves up to their necks in a couple of messy scandals. First, quite by coincidence, a prostitute on the run from a couple of mobsters surreptitiously drops an incriminating audio cassette into Jules’ delivery bag right before she’s stabbed to death with an awl. It seems that she’d been the mistress of a high-ranking official involved with both the sex and drug trades. Besides those goons, Alba and Jules are also being trailed by Taiwanese goons who got wind of the pirated recording of Ms. Hawkins’ concert.
This convoluted state of affairs is the scenario which kickstarts Diva, a multi-layered mindbender directed by Jean-Jacques Beineix. First released in the States in 1982, the picture is back in theaters with the 25th anniversary edition featuring a new set of subtitles which presumably deliver a more faithful translation of the French dialogue.
Regardless, this endlessly-inventive crime caper arrives already blessed with an abundance of amusing twist and turns. And when you add in the edge-of-your-seat tension, the stirring soundtrack and unorthodox cinematography courtesy of crazy camera angles, it all adds up to a sumptuous cinematic classic among the very best movies ever made.

Excellent (4 stars)
Rated R
In French and English with subtitles.
Running time: 123 minutes
Studio: Rialto Pictures

Kam's Kapsules: Weekly Previews That Make Choosing a Film Fun

OPENING THIS WEEK
Kam's Kapsules:
Weekly Previews That Make Choosing a Film Fun
by Kam Williams
For movies opening November 9, 2007


BIG BUDGET FILMS

Fred Claus (PG for mild epithets and crude humor) Holiday comedy about the zany antics which unfold after Santa Claus’ (Paul Giamatti) bails his down-on-his-luck big brother, Fred (Vince Vaughn), out of jail and gives him a job at the North Pole making toys with the elves. Cast includes Kevin Spacey, Miranda Richardson, Kathy Bates, Ludacris and Elizabeth Banks.

I Could Never Be Your Woman (PG-13 for sex and expletives) Romantic comedy about a single-mom (Michelle Pfeiffer) who falls for a younger man (Paul Rudd) at the same time that her teenage daughter (Saoirse Ronan) starts to date for the first time in her life. Cast includes Tracey Ullman, Fred Willard, Henry Winkler and Jon Lovitz.

Lions for Lambs (R for profanity and violence) Robert Redford directs and co-stars in this political potboiler as an idealistic college professor who inspires two of his students (Derek Luke and Michael Pena) to abandon the comfort of campus for Afghanistan where their fates will be affected by a presidential hopeful (Tom Cruise) who gives a scoop to a television journalist (Meryl Streep). With Andrew Garfield and Peter Berg.

No Country for Old Men (R for profanity and graphic violence) Coen Brothers adaptation of Cormac McCarthy’s modern-day Western stars about a Vietnam vet (Josh Brolin) on the run after stumbling upon several corpses, a stash of heroin and $2 million left at the scene of a grisly gun battle near the Rio Grande. Cast includes Tommy Lee Jones, Javier Bardem, Woody Harrelson, Kelly Macdonald and Stephen Root.

INDEPENDENT & FOREIGN FILMS

Cocalero (Unrated) Class-conscious documentary chronicles the presidential campaign of Bolivian populist Evo Morales in the wake of his having organized fellow farmers to resist governmental pressure to destroy their coca crops at the behest of the U.S. (In Quechua and Spanish with subtitles)

Glass Lips (Unrated) Experimental silent film from Polish director Lech Majewsli, essentially 33 shorts strung together, centers on the bizarre flashbacks of a patient (Patryk Czajka) in a mental institution.

Holly (Unrated) Sex trafficking is the theme of this drama about the efforts of a 40 year-old businessman (Ron Livingston) to save a 12 year-old Vietnamese virgin (Thuy Nguyen) sold by her parents into child prostitution across the border in Cambodia. With Udo Kier, Virginie Ledoyen and the late Chris Penn. (In Khmer, Vietnamese and English with subtitles)

My Name Is Albert Ayler (Unrated) Chronological bio-pic about avant-garde tenor saxophonist Albert Ayler (1936-1970) weaves concert footage of the iconoclastic proponent of free jazz with remembrances by colleagues, friends and relatives.

Note by Note (Unrated) Documentary details the elaborate, low-tech process still involved in the making of a Steinway piano, each of which contains 12,000 parts and is handcrafted with contributions by 450 artisans the old-fashioned way over the course of a year.

P2 (R for profanity, gore, graphic violence, and terror) Horror flick about a businesswoman (Rachel Nichols) trying to survive after finding herself locked on the second level of a parking garage on Christmas Eve by a psychopathic killer (Wes Bentley).

Saawariya (PG for mature themes, brief nudity, smoking and profanity) Based on the Dostoevsky short story “White Knights,” this Sony-produced Bollywood musical revolves around the serendipitous meeting of two strangers (Ranbir Kapoor and Sonam Kapoor) who fall in love at first sight and proceed to spend the next four nights together. With Salman Khan. (In Hindi and Urdu with subtitles)

Steal a Pencil for Me (Unrated) Holocaust documentary about the adulterous love affair between Jack Polak and his mistress, Ina Soep, which miraculously survived despite their being interned at the same concentration camp, Bergen-Belsen, as his disapproving wife.

War/Dance (PG-13 for mature themes involving war atrocities) Uganda’s 20 year civil war provides the backdrop for this displacement documentary examining the efforts of three children living in a refugee camp to travel across the country to compete in a national dance contest.

Grace After Midnight

A Memoir
by Felicia “Snoop” Pearson
with David Ritz
Grand Central Publishing
Hardcover, $22.00
240 pages
ISBN: 978-0-446-19518-9



Book Review by Kam Williams

“I’m not making excuses, and I’m not feeling sorry for myself. Don’t expect you to feel sorry for me either. Just want to tell my story while it’s fresh.
Just want to make sure other people know my story, especially the kids on the streets and the kids working the corners. Just want to let them know that you can get over without killing people and selling packs.
I did all that. Fact is, I was still doing it up till a couple of years ago. Then something happened. This book is about what happened.”
-- Excerpted from the Preface (pg. 1)

What is it about the Baltimore prisons that has it turning murderers into movie stars? First, Charles S. Dutton, convicted of stabbing a dude to death during a street fight, took up acting while behind bars before embarking on an enviable career during which he’s won three Emmys and an NAACP Image Awards thusfar. Now we have the equally-promising Felicia Pearson playing Snoop on HBO’s “The Wire” after serving just six years for shooting 15 year-old Kia Toomer in the back.
Because Felicia was just 14 herself at the time of the slaying, the State of Maryland was not about to lock her up and throw away the key. In Grace After Midnight, the presumably rehabilitated ex-con recounts her perilous path from the ghetto to the penitentiary to being granted a new lease on life by the producers of the Baltimore-based television series.
The as-told-to memoir was ghostwritten by the very prolific David Ritz, whose impressive resume’ reveals that he has previously collaborated on autobiographies with everyone from Tavis Smiley to Ray Charles to Sinbad to Aretha to B.B. King to Don Rickles to the Neville Brothers to Robert Guillaume to Grandmaster Flash to Smokey Robinson to Gary Sheffield to Laila Ali. Ritz is also a Grammy Award-winner and co- composer of Marvin Gaye’s “Sexual Healing.”
Judging by the convincing narrative coursing through Grace After Midnight, it is apparent that Mr. Ritz has a knack for assisting any celeb in turning a rags-to-riches tale into a riveting tome without losing any of the flava which might make it sound legit. Felicia’s hardships were particularly challenging to overcome, given that she was born premature to a singe-mom crackhead.
Despite being raised by doting foster parents, her future was all but gobbled up by a tough neighborhood where she was hardened by all the teasing she took for being an adopted, cross-eyed tomboy. So, by the time she was twelve, she already owned a gun and was ready to use it on anybody who rubbed her the wrong way.
After killing Kia, Felicia was convicted of 2nd degree murder and sent up the river, where she started a thriving black market business in dildos. Meanwhile, she blossomed as a lesbian, and entered a monogamous relationship with a correctional officer. But that liaison didn’t survive her parole, primarily because her lover suddenly became very possessive.
Without direction or a family to ground her, Felicia returned to the streets where she supported herself by dealing drugs. Only near the close of this raw memoir, does she describe the occasion on which she was spotted at a nightclub by Michael K. Williams, co-star of “The Wire.”
Next thing you know, Felicia’s added to the ensemble cast and waxing euphoric about her new showbiz career, her sordid past ostensibly behind her for good. The End. Undeniably an entertaining read, but excuse me for still feeling a little cheated by a preface which had promised, “This book is about what happened” after she landed the acting gig.

Darfur Diaries DVD

DVD Review by Kam Williams

Headline: Daunting Documentary Details Ethnic Cleansing in Sudan

While the U.S. has seen fit to intervene to save the citizens of Iraq from Saddam Hussein, it’s sad to think that nothing is being done about the ongoing ethnic cleansing in Sudan. At last count, over 2000 villages had been destroyed and about 400,000 people had perished in the government-sanctioned slaughter which has sent hundreds of thousands scurrying across the border to refugee camps and 2,000,000 more simply on the run.
As delineated in Darfur Diaries, the problem stems from Sudan’s Arab-run government giving free rein to the Janjaweed, a federation of nomadic Muslim tribes to pillage Africa’s largest nation’s black communities. Sudan’s air force actively assists the aggressors in this endeavor by bombing and strafing not only villages, but even the refugee camps.
The film was shot in 2004 by three Westerners, Aisha Bain, Jen Marlowe and Adam Shapiro, intrepid filmmakers who risked life and limb to bring back interviews which just tug at your heartstrings. We hear from women who have been brutally raped, from starving orphans scarred by watching their parents die, and from lost souls at their wit’s end living under trees and with nowhere to go.
An urgent call for the world community to do much more than merely observe this ever-worsening humanitarian crisis as it continues to unfold.

Excellent (4 stars)
Unrated
In Arabic and English with subtitles.
Running time: 55 minutes
Studio: Cinema Libre Studio
DVD Extras: Interviews, photos and featurettes.

Talk to Me DVD

DVD Review by Kam Williams

Headline: DVD Features Don Cheadle as Con-Turned-Controversial DC DJ

When Ralph Waldo “Petey” Greene (1931-1984) was raised in Washington, DC, by his own admission, his best friends were pimps, prostitutes and gamblers. Tragically, his own mother was a repeat offender who spent over 30 years in jail, so it’s no surprise that he would drop out of high school and also end up incarcerated.
Lucky for him, however, he did eventually find his calling behind bars while working as the prison’s DJ. Then, after being paroled in the late Sixties, he talked a local AM station, WOL, into giving him a shot despite his criminal record, and the rest is radio history. He made the most of that opportunity, creating a community affairs program called “Rapping with Petey Greene” on which he discussed the social and political issues of the day.
A diamond in the rough, Petey often caught hell from his superiors for speaking in the unvarnished vernacular of the street. But it was precisely that ability to reach the masses which resonated with the people and expanded his audience. The show skyrocketed in the ratings and he became something of a local institution, and he would later parlay his success into a TV show and an invite to the White House to meet President Jimmy Carter.
Petey’s inspirational overcoming the odds saga is the subject of Talk to Me, a warts-and-all bio-pic by Kasi Lemmons. The movie marks Ms. Lemmons best work since the splash she made with her spectacular directorial debut, Eve’s Bayou. The film stars Don Cheadle as Petey, whose raw street appeal is effectively offset by the relatively-bourgy behavior of his pal and station manager, Dewey Hughes (Chiwetel Ejiofor).
The picture contains a couple of other performances worthy of note, namely, Taraji P. Henson’s as Petey’s girlfriend Vernell, and Martin Sheen’s as the exasperated exec always trying to keep him in check. Worthwhile for the nostalgic appeal of the vintage costumes, retro afros and classic R&B soundtrack alone.

Excellent (3.5 stars)
Rated R for sexual content, ethnic slurs and pervasive profanity.
Running time: 119 minutes
Studio: Universal Studios Home Video
DVD Extras: Deleted scenes, plus a couple of featurettes, entitled “Who Is Petey Greene?” and “Recreating P-Town.”

Denzel Washington and Russell Crowe: The American Gangster Interview

Interview with Kam Williams

Headline: Oscar-Winners Opine on Their Second Collaboration

Academy Award-winners Denzel Washington (for Glory and Training Day)
and Russell Crowe (for Gladiator) first acted opposite each other a dozen years ago in Virtuosity a sci-fi crime thriller set in virtual reality. In that picture, Denzel played a police lieutenant out to catch Russell’s character, a sadistic serial killer.
Now, the two have swapped sides of the law for American Gangster, with Crowe as the cop, and Washington as the crook. The film is based on the real life exploits of Frank Lucas, a Harlem heroin kingpin, and Richie Roberts, the cop who brought him to justice, as originally chronicled in a New York Magazine article by Mark Jacobson entitled “The Return of Superfly.”

KW: You both have come a long way since you first worked together.
RC: [Sarcastically] Virtuosity, yes, a wonderful movie. That was just a momentary lapse, wasn’t it? We were both young then, young and innocent. [Laughs]
DW: Not after that movie. We were old and tired. [Laughs]
KW: Can you talk a little about the theme of good versus evil as seen in the confrontation between your characters in American Gangster?
DW: [Laughs] Who was the good guy and who was the evil guy? A chord runs parallel in both. Jump in there, Russell. [Chuckles]
RC: That’s the delicate balance. I think that’s one of the fascinating things about the two characters, and about the story itself is that none of that’s clear. There’s not a clear, singular morality. When you get the opportunity to play that sort of character, which is nothing more than reality and humanity as it exists, it’s just a bit of fun. Richie’s an honest guy, but as his wife says in court, “You’re only honest in one area. You’re trying to buy yourself favors for all the other [expletive] that you do.” I think that just was an honest appraisal of who he was as a man at that time. But it also leaks into that area of discussing why people go bad in the first place or what the process of Frank Lucas was to become a drug dealer. If Frank Lucas had been befriended by somebody else, and educated in a different area, you might have a situation where there’s universities named after him now. He’s a very smart guy, and he used the things he learned to the best of his ability to change his life and the life of his family at that time. But it just happened to be that Bumpy Johnson was his teacher. So, he did his course work on the street and earned his Ph.D. in criminality under Bumpy Johnson.
DW: He was a man without a formal education, a man who at the age of six witnessed his cousin get murdered by sociopaths in uniforms. That shaped his life. From a very young age, he began to steal. He was on the wrong side of the tracks, but he was a brilliant student, and he became a master at the business that he was in. It’s a dirty business and he’s definitely a criminal who was responsible for the deaths of many people. I don’t just want to say he was a product of his environment, but as Russell said, had he gotten a formal education and had different influences, I think he still would have been a leader, but he’d have gone in a different direction.
KW: Why do you think there’s outrage over rappers making gangsta videos but not over actors making gangsta movies which glorify the same lifestyle?
DW: There’s a difference. This is one movie, not the only movie. In 2005, I did Julius Caesar. Not knocking rappers, but I can do both. So, whenever any rapper’s ready to do Shakespeare, I’ll be there.
RC: Wait, I think that what the question’s trying to get at is actually something pretty cool. He’s saying that when a guy sings a song about his life as a gangster on a record, people get down on him. But you and me, we make a movie about us in that same world, and we get praised for it from a creative point of view.
DW: Yeah, well some rappers who have made gangster albums have gotten praised for it, too. Some real good ones. America’s Most Wanted is still one of my favorite albums.
RC: Is it the criminality that people are getting upset with now about the music, where you’re literally singing the praises of gun worship, as opposed to a movie that plays out in front of you and a story that’s being told showing something that actually happened?
DW: And that these are the consequences.
RC: There’s definitely a difference there.
KW: Where does American Gangster fit in the pantheon of New York City mob sagas such as Naked City, The Godfather and Goodfellas?
DW: Well, I can say, for one, that among the movies you mentioned, there’s no black people in any of them. So, the situation may basically be the same, but this is a Harlem story. I guess it is to a degree a genre. There are certain things that are similar about those kinds of films, but this one in particular deals with a guy from uptown.
KW: Given all the accolades you’ve already received, what inspires you to continue making movies?
DW: Professionally, now, I’ve sort of segued, and I’m starting to head in another direction. I’m getting behind the camera. I’ve directed [The Great Debaters] for the second time now, and I’m sure that’s my new career. What we do is making a living. It’s not my life. My children and my family, that’s life. That’s the miracle of life. I get up every morning, God willing, for that.
RC: I’ve always found it to be a privilege to make movies. It’s a really expensive, creative medium. And people allow me to do it, and there are things that I can do as an actor that I couldn’t do in any other walk of life. And I’ve got a strange personality, but fortunately, film requires strange people. So, I’ve got a nice comfy home and this is what I do, and I’m really happy with that. When I know I’m getting up to work with Ridley [director Ridley Scott], I know all the time and effort that he would have put into whatever we’re about to shoot that day. To me, it’s all just a great privilege, and every day I look around and thank the Lord that it’s still going on.
DW: Me, too.
KW: Thanks for the time.
DW: Okay.
RC: Thank you.

The Darjeeling Limited

Film Review by Kam Williams

Headline: Estranged Siblings Seek Peace and Reconciliation during Spiritual Quest across the Subcontinent

The Whitman brothers haven’t spoken to each other since their dad died about a year ago. That isn’t much of a surprise, given the sibling rivalry which prevents them from finding any harmony whenever they’re together anyway. The tension emanates from a deep-seated dysfunction which has the eldest, control freak Francis (Owen Wilson), always dominating Peter (Adrien Brody) and Jack (Jason Schwartzman) and treating them like children.
So, of course, it would be Francis who’s now orchestrating every detail of their joint sojourn across India in search of spiritual enlightenment, a trek simultaneously designed to function as a bonding opportunity. Each planned port of call has been printed out by Francis’ able assistant Brendan (Wallace Wolodarsky) on laminated sheets which set out exactly what benefits to expect, thus taking a consumer’s materialistic approach to the contemplated metaphysical experiences.
The proverbial ugly Americans’ goal is to settle their differences and find themselves while traveling across the subcontinent’s desert aboard the Darjeeling Limited, a train outfitted with little in the way of modern amenities, the “first class” accommodations notwithstanding. Achieving peace of mind proves to be no mean feat, however, given that each of the brothers is damaged goods and currently in emotional crisis.
Heavily-bandaged Francis has barely survived a motorcycle crash. Peter’s wife is seven and a half months pregnant, yet he’s not even sure he’s ready to be a parent. And heartbroken Jack can’t get over having been dumped by his game-playing girlfriend (Natalie Portman) in Paris.
Besides spending quality time with each other, the Whitmans also want to track down their Born Again mother who has changed her name to Sister Patricia (Anjelica Huston) and lives in a convent in the foothills of the Himalayas. They need to know why she refused to attend their father’s funeral.
But getting there is all the fun in The Darjeeling Limited, the latest quirky character-driven dramedy coming courtesy of Wes Anderson. The film is the droll director’s best since Rushmore, as he has again perfected that trademark, wry sense of humor.
It helps immeasurably that Anderson depends on the services of the cinematic equivalent of a theater company, as he enjoys collaborating with a pool of regulars he’s worked with before. Among the actors here who’ve appeared in his prior productions are Owen Wilson, Jason Schwartzman, Bill Murray, Anjelica Huston, Wallace Wolodarsky, Waris Ahluwalia and Kumar Pallana. The upshot is that this seasoned ensemble was able to execute the director’s vision with an enviable aplomb.
The Darjeeling Limited is that rare cerebral comedy which offers sophisticates a refreshing alternative to the brainless bodily-function fare which has come to typify the genre. Beside all the sidesplitting badinage, this frenetically-paced adventure is an endlessly-arresting visual treat as well, offsetting its array of colorful support players with a bounty of breathtaking panoramic backdrops. The jewel in Wes Anderson’s crown.
PS: Don’t be late, for The Darjeeling Limited is being paired with an illuminating, 13-minute prequel entitled Hotel Chevalier which, in essence, deconstructs Jack and his ex’s failed relationship.

Excellent (4 stars)
Rated R for profanity.
Running time: 91 minutes
Studio: Fox Searchlight Pictures