Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Gilmore Girls season three

My co-worker who has kindly loaned me her Gilmore Girls DVDs doesn't own anything beyond the fourth season, because as she sees it that's when the show ceased to be worth watching. Although I mostly enjoyed the show's third season, and thought a few of the episodes were as wonderful as anything in past years, I can definitely see the seeds of decline being planted here. For me, the biggest frustration was the same I had with the second season: I couldn't stand either of Rory's two love interests (Dean and Jess), and Lorelai's paramours were virtually nonexistent. Both Dean and Jess seem to have been disposed of, at least for the time being, by the end of the season, but their competition for Rory's affection took up so much of the show's time that it really drained the energy out of a lot of episodes. Jess is clearly an unrepentant asshole, but while it's fine to have someone to root against, it's tough when his rival for Rory's affections is the completely bland, personality-free Dean (who only becomes mildly interesting after he and Rory break up).

Although Rory is a little whiny and entitled, she's an interesting character because she's allowed to grow and make mistakes (at least more so than her mother), and the fact that the show doesn't treat her relationship with Jess as a complete error of judgment is infuriating given the way he treats her. Only at the end of the season, after he's moved to California for his thankfully never produced spin-off, does she get to express real anger and acknowledge what the audience has been able to see for the entire season. Lorelai, on the other hand, seems incapable of growing at all, and this season really shows the limits of her conflict with her parents, played out in the same predictable notes over and over again. What she needs is a love interest who can match her quip for quip, but instead she gets only a brief cameo from Max, and Billy Burke in two episodes as a character who just vanishes into the ether. The will-they-or-won't-they tension with Luke continues to simmer sort of pointlessly, and once again my knowledge of how goddamn long it's going to continue only makes it more irritating.

But lest it sound like I hated everything about this season, let me say that one of the reasons the flaws are so infuriating is because the rest is so good. The relationship between Lorelai and Rory is as rich as ever, and just watching them sit on the couch and chat for 44 minutes would make for a good episode. The dialogue remains sharp and clever, and background characters like Paris and Lane really develop in their own interesting ways this season - both of their romantic lives are more interesting than Rory's, even with their extremely minimal screen time. Part of the problem is that in a show that's just about life being lived, new obstacles and setbacks have to constantly arise for the characters to have something to do, and as time goes on the crises seem more and more contrived. The good still outweighs the bad, though, so I head on to the fourth season hoping to see the characters mature and change a bit, to stop enacting their same conflicts and maybe even learn something from their (mostly entertaining) mistakes.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Movies opening this week

Pierrot le Fou (Jean Paul Belmondo, Anna Karina, dir. Jean-Luc Godard)
My review in Las Vegas Weekly
I like a lot of Godard's early work, but he's so prolific that I am nowhere close to having a handle on his entire erratic career (which is still going). The cinematic playfulness of his work is probably my favorite thing about it, and while this movie has a bit of that, it's also just too obtuse and full of itself to be all that much fun. Roger Ebert has an interesting reflection on being wowed by this movie when it first came out and now seeing it as sort of empty. I don't have the benefit of that much distance, but I agree on the sort of emperor-has-no-clothes aspect of this film. (Side complaint: As happened with the re-release of Antonioni's The Passenger, this is coming to town in a nice new 35mm print, and I had to review it on a DVD-R screener - for the Antonioni film it was VHS. Oh well.) Re-release opened limited June 15; in Las Vegas this week; on DVD Feb. 19

Untraceable (Diane Lane, Billy Burke, Colin Hanks, dir. Gregory Hoblit)
My review in Las Vegas Weekly
One of many things I don't understand about this movie is the blatant, awkward product placement of OnStar and Microsoft that eventually finds the killer hacking into both of their products in order to better stalk and torture the heroine. I guess it's possible that it's not paid placement, but the use of both is so obvious and forced that I don't see how it could be anything else. I suppose it just goes to show how misguided every aspect of this movie really is. Wide release

Friday, January 18, 2008

Movies opening this week

Cloverfield (Michael Stahl-David, T.J. Miller, Jessica Lucas, Lizzy Caplan, Odette Yustman, dir. Matt Reeves)
My review in Las Vegas Weekly
As much as I am usually reluctant to jump on the fanboy bandwagon, which is all about unquestioning devotion without critical analysis, I really did like this movie, and I think some of the criticism that paints it as some cynical, manipulative 9/11 cash-in is completely off-base. I didn't find the 9/11 references overbearing, and I really don't think that the movie is unduly focused on them, either; it's a deconstruction of the idea of the monster/disaster movie as much as it is a more topical allegory, and I think it works in both ways. Certain elements that are missing, including character development and a broader sense of what's going on with the monster attack, are left out by design as a consequence of the mode of storytelling, and I don't think their absence is a negative. Strangely enough, this feels far more real than Brian De Palma's Redacted, which used a similar narrative structure to tell a story based on an actual event. As ridiculous as a giant-monster attack may be, the filmmakers make the situation identifiable and oddly plausible, while De Palma manages to make actual horrors appear fake and staged. That honest sense of being right there with the characters is what makes this movie work as a story and an experience, all external references aside. Wide release

The Diving Bell and the Butterfly (Mathieu Amalric, Emmanuelle Seigner, Marie-Josee Croze, Anne Consigny, dir. Julian Schnabel)
My review in Las Vegas Weekly
I think I am just immune to the uplifting power of these movies about people overcoming adversity and triumphing in the face of incredible odds. This is admittedly much better than the typical pseudo-uplifting disease-of-the-week crap, but I wasn't moved by it in the way so many critics seem to have been. It's often pretty, and has a few powerful scenes, but ultimately it's a little repetitive, and I think has become overrated during awards season (Schnabel best director? I don't think so). Opened limited Nov. 30; in Las Vegas this week

The Savages (Laura Linney, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Philip Bosco, dir. Tamara Jenkins)
This one has gotten rather lost in the awards-season crush, and although it features predictably solid acting from Linney and Hoffman (along with a good performance in a tough role from Bosco), I think it's probably justifiably being overlooked. Jenkins tackles a really tough subject - how adult children deal with caring for an aging parent in declining health - but she loses focus, dispatching the dad into a nursing home early on and spending more time on the much less interesting problems of the two kids. Both are whiny and self-absorbed, and the ways that they grow by the end of the movie feel false and contrived, like the dad dying was just a catalyst for the kids maturing, which really short-changes his story. Only the two actors keep things grounded enough to be mildly interesting. Opened limited Nov. 28; in Las Vegas this week

There Will Be Blood (Daniel Day-Lewis, Paul Dano, Dillon Freasier, dir. Paul Thomas Anderson)
I've seen this movie twice now, once at an awards screening last month and once just the other day, and I'm still not quite sure how I feel about it. I definitely don't see it as the new classic that so many critics have proclaimed it as, but I can understand the enthusiasm that many people have, and I fully expect it will become a cult phenomenon that some people will obsess over (and it already sort of has; just check out this site). There's no doubt that the movie is a technical accomplishment and a massive step forward in many ways from Anderson's previous work, but for all its visual mastery, expert use of an unconventional score and powerful performances, it never really engaged me. Day-Lewis' oil mogul Daniel Plainview is clearly a horrible person, as is Dano's preacher Eli Sunday, and the battle between them really has no winner. The relationship between Plainview and his son is more interesting, but it fizzles out in the finale, which flashes forward and puts another actor in the role of the son. And although that finale has been justifiably criticized for being over the top, I kind of liked it a little bit the second time, because it felt like the only time the movie had any real emotion, or allowed itself to get beyond such a carefully controlled and aloof style. Anderson's previous movies may have been messy and self-indulgent, but I almost prefer them because they felt more personal and more real. This movie is in many ways brilliant, and yet after seeing it, I pretty much felt nothing. Opened limited Dec. 26; in Las Vegas this week

Monday, January 14, 2008

Cat Peoples

[Posted as a contribution to the Val Lewton blogathon.]

Coincidentally, just at the time that TCM kindly sent me a screener of their new Val Lewton documentary The Man in the Shadows (which I will probably stack on top of the TCM John Ford and Bette Davis documentary screeners that I mean to watch one day when there aren't any movies to see), along with two Lewton movies (Cat People and I Walked With a Zombie), I had Paul Schrader's remake of Cat People from Netflix sitting neglected next to my TV while I busied myself with my end-of-year catch-up. Since I haven't seen any other movies produced by the legendary horror pioneer, I don't have any wider perspective to offer to the Lewton blogathon, but I can take a look at how the two versions of Cat People compare.

Lewton's original, made in 1942 and directed by Jacques Tourneur, was his first film as a producer and seems to have set the tone for the rest of his horror work, which was marked by foreboding atmosphere and an emphasis on implied menace rather than in-your-face monsters and bogeymen. It was successful enough to spawn a 1944 sequel, The Curse of the Cat People, as well as the 1982 remake, of course. True to Lewton's reputation for moody, subtle evocations of fear, the movie relies more on hints and innuendo than action, and for a great deal of the brief (73-minute) running time, it's unclear whether anything supernatural is going on at all. Shy Serbian Irena's belief that she is under an ancient curse is treated as a possible psychological disorder, and used as a metaphor for her fear of intimacy (or her husband's and male psychiatrist's fears of female sexuality).

French actress Simone Simon makes Irena naive and introverted, the kind of person who'd be afraid of her own sexuality even if she weren't worried it would turn her into a killer jungle cat. And bland, square-jawed Kent Smith portrays Irena's beloved as the most cluelessly unsupportive husband of all time. Unable to understand Irena's angst and possible kinkiness, he notes to his co-worker (equally boring, she is of course in love with him) that he's never before in his life been unhappy, and consequently doesn't know how to process the feeling. This exotic yet demure woman baffles the all-American male, and ends up having to sacrifice herself rather than unleash her deviant sexuality on the world. Hubby and his lame co-worker find the path to their love cleared, and he doesn't exactly seem broken up about it.

Simon's Irena isn't really scary per se, although she has a certain uncontrolled menace about her, most notably when she stalks her rival in two tense sequences, one on a street and the other at an indoor pool late at night. But her husband's revulsion to her seems all the more pathetic given that she appears unlikely to ever give in to her carnal urges. By contrast, Schrader foregrounds all the sexual subtext of Tourneur's film, making his version into a perfectly excessive, indulgent example of '80s cinema (it's also got a fairly decent but very dated synth score by Giorgio Moroder). The remake is 45 minutes longer than the original, and heavy with goofy mystical back story, overexplaining where the original simply sketched out some basics (of an equally silly back story, granted).

It's also rife with nudity and sex, and adds incest and more obvious bestiality to the mix. As Irena, Nastassia Kinski never passes up an opportunity to take off her clothes, which is much appreciated but makes the movie seem like something that would have gotten a lot of late-night airplay in the early days of Cinemax (and very well may have, for all I know). Instead of the simple, pure love between Irena and her milquetoast husband, we get a more complicated relationship between the new Irena and her beau, played by a perfectly cast John Heard, perhaps the human embodiment of blandness (and even he shows off his pasty behind!). It's not just that Irena fears her animal nature might come out if they have sex (of course here it's having sex; in the original it was just kissing) - it's also that her nutso brother (played by the always nutso Malcolm McDowell) is on a killing spree and wants to sleep with her, since the only people they can have sex with without turning into giant cats are each other.

Schrader's movie ends up much sillier than the original, and goes a long way toward supporting Lewton's less-is-more philosophy on horror. The more we learn about the background of the cat people, the more we witness their transformations, the more McDowell goes on about the glories of feline empowerment, the more Heard is drawn in by Kinski's, er, animal magnetism, the less scary the movie becomes. Its attitudes toward sex are in their own way as quaint and cheesy as those in the original, but are less powerful for how explicitly they're presented. Plus, Kinski is a bit of a sourpuss (pardon the pun) compared to Simon's more playful performance. Though the plot diverges significantly from the original, there are a few sequences that are lifted wholesale (the stalking at the indoor pool, an apparent fellow cat-person branding Irena her "sister"), but stripped of their former context they just seem forced, and inconsistent with the remake's sleazier tone.

We complain about all the unnecessary horror remakes now, ones that add extra gore and sex to classic (and not-so-classic) movies, but here we can see that even 25 years ago, the same thing was happening (and from a fairly respected director). I wouldn't be surprised to see a new and even worse Cat People on the way sometime soon.

Friday, January 11, 2008

Movies opening this week

The Orphanage (Belen Rueda, Roger Princep, Fernando Cayo, dir. J.A. Bayona)
My review in Las Vegas Weekly
This is the kind of thing I often like, the low-key atmospheric horror movie, but other than a few creepy moments this movie didn't do much for me. It's stitched together from elements of other movies, but that's not even the main problem; the filmmakers just don't do much of anything with those elements. It's fairly staid and inert for a horror movie, with a weird, falsely happy ending that could have been creepy were it not delivered with such inappropriate sappiness. There's a lot that almost works, but not enough for the movie to come together as a whole. Opened limited Dec. 28; wide release this week

Redacted (Rob Devaney, Izzy Diaz, Patrick Carroll, Daniel Stewart Sherman, dir. Brian De Palma)
My review in Las Vegas Weekly
Although I was pretty hard on this movie, I do give it credit for trying to do something more than the high-profile Iraq-war dramas have, and I certainly always prefer an ambitious failure to a bland, risk-averse mediocrity. So kudos to De Palma for making the effort, although I'd rather see him back making ludicrous, opulent thrillers, even if few other critics share my love for The Black Dahlia. Opened limited Nov. 16; in Las Vegas this week

Starting Out in the Evening (Frank Langella, Lauren Ambrose, Lili Taylor, Adrian Lester, dir. Andrew Wagner)
I liked Wagner's first film, The Talent Given Us, a lot, and was happy to see it go from its modest origins premiering at CineVegas to a limited theatrical release and critical acclaim. And I was happy that Wagner got the chance to get name actors and a bigger budget for this follow-up. So I'm disappointed that I can't say that I liked this movie as much as his first one, although it does have its strong points. Langella has gotten a lot of praise for his performance, which struck me as a little stiff (although that's part of the character, too), but Ambrose really didn't work for me. She give such a weirdly intense performance that it seemed like she was about to sexually ravage everyone she had a scene with; I actually spent a lot of time wondering if her character was meant to have sexual tension with the female magazine editor played by Jessica Hecht, and if there was some lesbian subtext I was supposed to pick up on. But I think it was just poor acting choices. The relationship between Ambrose's grad student and Langella's aging writer, especially its romantic elements (which were not imagined subtext on my part), never felt real to me, nor the relationship between the writer's daughter and her old flame. Only the parent-child interactions between Langella and Taylor had much spark; the rest was too much overwrought indie preciousness, exactly the kind of thing Wagner avoided in the past. Opened limited Nov. 23; in Las Vegas this week

Sunday, January 06, 2008

Back to the library

This past summer, the Clark County Library sponsored a "Critic's Choice" series with some local film critics choosing favorite movies to present. I introduced John Sayles' Lone Star, and it seemed to go well. Apparently, the library folks liked the result, because this month the series returns, with a focus on overlooked films of 2007. I'll be presenting two films this time around: Joey Lauren Adams' Come Early Morning, which is technically a 2006 release but played briefly in Vegas in January 2007; and Craig Brewer's Black Snake Moan, which has gotten far too little attention at year-end list-making time. If you're in Vegas, you can see me ramble about these movies on January 8 (Come Early Morning) and January 22 (Black Snake Moan), both at 7 p.m., at the Clark County Library at Flamingo and Maryland Parkway.

Friday, January 04, 2008

Movies opening this week

One Missed Call (Shannyn Sossamon, Edward Burns, Ana Claudia Talancon, dir. Eric Valette)
I don't even think the original Japanese version of this film is very well-respected, despite being directed by Takashi Miike, and that's about the only hope there could be for something decent in an American remake. This is sloppy, cheapo filmmaking, with hilarious bad dialogue that features characters constantly telling each other who and what things are (Burns' character walks around saying "I'm a cop" to anyone who will listen, but that doesn't make Burns any more believable as a detective). Some of the most blatantly contrived jump moments in any horror movie, a completely incoherent story with a nonsensical ending and not even the buckets of gore that an R rating could provide (it's PG-13). It is sort of amusingly awful at times, but with so many good movies in theaters right now, I can't imagine why anyone would bother to waste their time. Wide release

Revolver (Jason Statham, Ray Liotta, Vincent Pastore, Andre Benjamin, dir. Guy Ritchie)
My review in Las Vegas Weekly
Along with a shitty mainstream horror movie, we get a shitty British import with high-minded artistic pretensions. So it's shit at both ends of the spectrum this week, really. It's sort of amazing this movie made it to the U.S. at all, given how long ago it was released in Britain and how savage the reviews have been. Maybe that's the power of being married to a huge pop star (it's the same force that got Kevin Federline's album released). There might be a certain appealing craziness to this movie (as championed by Keith Uhlich and Matt Zoller Seitz), but I couldn't find it amid the bullshit aphorisms and obtuse plotting. Opened limited Dec. 7; in Las Vegas this week

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Crunching the numbers

Although like most critics and culture-obsessives I have always been a fan of lists, 2007 was the first year that I kept a running tally of all the movies I saw. While not as detailed as the lists maintained by my sometime Las Vegas Weekly colleague Mike D'Angelo (check out his 2007 list here), it's still a good way to quickly see how I spent my movie-watching time this year. I found this list very useful when making my year-end picks, and I plan to make another one for next year (although I am far from the comprehensive documentation practiced by Newsweek's David Ansen). For my own amusement more than anything else, I thought I'd break down the numbers into some possibly interesting or illuminating categories on the ways I watched movies in 2007. Whether this will be of interest to anyone else, I have no idea.

Number of movies (feature-length, watched in full) I saw in 2007: 258
Number that were first released theatrically in the U.S. in 2007: 173
Number seen in theaters: 141
Number seen at film festivals: 22
Number seen at regular commercial showings with paying audiences: 11
Number seen on DVD: 100
Number seen from Netflix: 33
Number seen on VHS: 6
Number that I had already seen at least once before all the way through: 9

Thursday, December 27, 2007

2007 year in movies

In past years, I've posted an expanded version of my Top 10 list here because I haven't been given much room in Las Vegas Weekly. But this year I was able to say pretty much everything I wanted to say about my 10 favorite movies of the year, so for my list and my thoughts you can go here (mine's the third of the three lists). Last week I also took part in a five-day-long roundtable discussion of the year in movies, shamelessly ripped off from Slate's Movie Club, along with critics Mark Holcomb, Tony Macklin and Jeffrey M. Anderson (here's Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4 and Day 5). I think at this point I have said all I could possibly say about this year's films.

But, if you love lists or just can't live without my opinion on everything, below is my first-round ballot from the Las Vegas Film Critics Society's year-end awards (actual winners are listed here). There was a limit of 10 picks in each category; aside from the Best Picture list, all are indicated in no particular order.

Best Picture
1. Zodiac
2. No Country for Old Men
3. The Lookout
4. The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
5. Margot at the Wedding
6. Waitress
7. Gone Baby Gone
8. Black Snake Moan
9. Bridge to Terabithia
10. Sunshine

Best Actor
Chris Cooper, Breach
Joseph Gordon-Levitt, The Lookout
Gordon Pinsent, Away From Her
John Cusack, 1408
Christian Bale, Rescue Dawn
Viggo Mortensen, Eastern Promises
Casey Affleck, Gone Baby Gone
George Clooney, Michael Clayton
Daniel Day-Lewis, There Will Be Blood

Best Actress
Christina Ricci, Black Snake Moan
Julie Christie, Away From Her
Keri Russell, Waitress
Ashley Judd, Bug
Angelina Jolie, A Mighty Heart
Marion Cotillard, La Vie En Rose
Sienna Miller, Interview
Kate Dickie, Red Road
Ellen Page, Juno
Nicole Kidman, Margot at the Wedding

Best Supporting Actor
Robert Downey Jr., Zodiac
Jeff Daniels, The Lookout
Irfan Khan, A Mighty Heart & The Namesake
Bill Pullman, You Kill Me
Ben Foster, 3:10 to Yuma
Casey Affleck, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
Paul Schneider, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
Javier Bardem, No Country for Old Men
Paul Dano, There Will Be Blood

Best Supporting Actress
Jennifer Jason Leigh, Margot at the Wedding
Isla Fisher, The Lookout
Sydney Poitier, Death Proof
Jennifer Garner, Juno
Cheryl Hines, Waitress
Tabu, The Namesake
Michelle Pfeiffer, Hairspray
Naomi Watts, Eastern Promises
Amy Ryan, Gone Baby Gone
Maura Tierney, Diggers

Best Director
Noah Baumbach, Margot at the Wedding
Billy Ray, Breach
Craig Brewer, Black Snake Moan
David Fincher, Zodiac
Joel & Ethan Coen, No Country for Old Men
Andrew Dominik, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
Paul Thomas Anderson, There Will Be Blood
Ben Affleck, Gone Baby Gone
Danny Boyle, Sunshine
Joe Wright, Atonement

Best Screenplay (Original or Adapted)
Breach
No Country for Old Men
Zodiac
The Lookout
Margot at the Wedding
Away From Her
Waitress
Bridge to Terabithia
Sunshine
Gone Baby Gone

Best Cinematography
No Country for Old Men
There Will Be Blood
Zodiac
Angel-A
Sunshine
The Bourne Ultimatum
Into the Wild
Atonement
Gone Baby Gone
The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford

Best Film Editing
Zodiac
Atonement
There Will Be Blood
Sunshine
The Bourne Ultimatum
Eastern Promises
Gone Baby Gone
No Country for Old Men
Michael Clayton
The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford

Best Score
Black Snake Moan
Zodiac
28 Weeks Later
Atonement
The Bourne Ultimatum
Eastern Promises
Michael Clayton
The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
No Country for Old Men
There Will Be Blood

Best Song
"Way Back Into Love," from Music & Lyrics
"Pop Goes My Heart," from Music & Lyrics
"Happy Working Song," from Enchanted
"That's How You Know," from Enchanted
"Walk Hard," from Walk Hard
"Let's Duet," from Walk Hard

Best Family Film
(this category used to be confined to live action only, and for some reason I assumed it still was)
The Astronaut Farmer
Offside
Bridge to Terabithia
Hairspray
Enchanted

Best Documentary
Sicko
No End in Sight
Manda Bala
Deep Water
The King of Kong
My Kid Could Paint That

Best Animated Film
Meet the Robinsons
Ratatouille
The Simpsons Movie

Best Foreign Film
Exterminating Angels
Black Book
Offside
I Don't Want to Sleep Alone

Best Costume Design
Zodiac
Breach
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Hairspray
Sunshine
Eastern Promises
There Will Be Blood
The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
The Darjeeling Limited
No Country for Old Men

Best Art Direction
Breach
Zodiac
The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Atonement
Sunshine
Eastern Promises
Gone Baby Gone
The Darjeeling Limited
No Country for Old Men

Best Visual Effects
Zodiac
Planet Terror
Spider-Man 3
28 Weeks Later
Live Free or Die Hard
Bridge to Terabithia
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Sunshine

Youth in Film
Jasper & Logan Polish, The Astronaut Farmer
AnnaSophia Robb, Bridge to Terabithia
Nikki Blonsky, Hairspray
Saoirse Ronan, Atonement
Dakota Blue Richards, The Golden Compass
Dillon Freasier, There Will Be Blood

Monday, December 24, 2007

2007 catch-up, epilogue

The deadlines have passed both for list-making and awards-voting, but I still had a few 2007 movies lying around that I wanted to watch before putting a capper on my year and finally taking some time to see movies released in the past (it's been almost two months since I saw a movie not released in 2007).

Control (Sam Riley, Samantha Morton, Alexandra Maria Lara, dir. Anton Corbijn)
Although I'm even less familiar with Ian Curtis of Joy Division than I am with Bob Dylan, I found this biopic of the goth-rock icon much more accessible than I'm Not There, probably thanks to its far more conventional narrative structure. Corbijn, a longtime rock photographer and music-video director making his feature debut, doesn't reinvent the biopic formula, but he does shy away from big melodramatic moments, and he matches the aesthetic of his film to that of the band by shooting in stark, sometimes bleak, black and white. Although Riley's performance as Curtis is impressive, the film's main problem is that it's unable to really understand Curtis, to account for his emotions or why he hanged himself in 1980 at age 23. Granted, it's likely that no one really understood Curtis, and the fact that the movie is based on Touching From a Distance, the memoir by Curtis' widow Deborah, is telling. It, too, touches Curtis only from a distance, which can often be frustrating, especially since he's in virtually every frame of the film. Given the source material, and the fact that Deborah Curtis is a producer on the movie, it's not surprising that her character (played by Samantha Morton) gets the most depth and sympathy, although at least Corbijn doesn't vilify the Belgian journalist with whom Curtis had a prolonged affair. He does sort of ignore the other band members, who barely get any lines, but this is resolutely a movie about the man first and the music second, which makes it sometimes seem incomplete. At least it has a focus, though, which is more than can be said for most biopics, and Corbijn's photographer's eye ensures that it looks fantastic.

Lust, Caution (Tang Wei, Tony Leung Chiu Wai, Joan Chen, dir. Ang Lee)
Those two words could describe much of Lee's work, which is largely about repressed emotion and the way that it boils over, often disastrously. This movie got mostly unenthusiastic reviews and has been virtually ignored at awards time (aside from occasional mentions in round-ups of the best foreign-language films), but I really liked it, and would put it up there with Lee's best work. Yes, it's slow and methodical and perhaps a little too long at almost 160 minutes, but I rarely felt impatient or frustrated with the pace of the story. It's by nature a slow burn, a long-term development of feelings on the part of the characters and a winding journey toward where they end up at the finish. Wei is fantastic as the naive drama student who undergoes a startling transformation into an undercover seductress; if I had seen this movie a week and a half ago, I would have added her to my Best Actress list. The much-hyped explicit sex scenes, which don't occur until nearly two hours into the film, are less sexy than brutal and intense, but they do a great job of conveying the complex emotions of the characters. Still, the movie is much less about explicit sex and more about stolen looks and furtive expressions, which all the actors carry off expertly. It's possibly even richer and more powerful than Brokeback Mountain, and well worth checking out for patient viewers when it comes out on DVD in February.

Zoo (documentary, dir. Robinson Devor)
This is really more of a documentary-narrative hybrid, with audio interviews played over reenactments. It's about the 2005 incident in which a Seattle man bled to death after having his colon punctured while having sex with a horse. A delicate subject, certainly, and Devor takes an interesting approach by sort of over-aestheticizing the subject, staging his reenactments with artsy slo-mo, soft focus, dreamy music and oblique angles. It's an innovative solution to the dilemma of several of his interviewees (so-called "zoos," people sexually attracted to animals, who were with the man the day he died) declining to appear on camera. Devor certainly could have gone the more conventional route and interviewed psychologists and pundits and cops and elected officials, but instead he chooses to paint a very sympathetic portrait of people far on the margins of accepted behavior, to show their predilections as genuine efforts at intimacy and happiness rather than sick sexual deviance. To me, this is the far more valuable strategy, and it works more often than not. Right in the middle of the movie, Devor cuts to an extended, on-camera interview with one of his actors, which is jarring and doesn't add anything to the understanding of the story. The disconnect between the audio and the visual also sometimes creates confusion, and bits of factual and chronological details are sacrificed to the artistry. Overall, though, this movie makes what could be a distasteful and sensationalized story into something compassionate and even beautiful.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Marvel's teen spirit: New Warriors & The Loners

I was only a sporadic reader of the seminal original New Warriors series by Fabian Nicieza and Mark Bagley (and later Evan Skolnick and Patrick Zircher) in the '90s, but got really into it in the last few years, and have since amassed just about an entire run of the 75-issue series; I also read Jay Faerber's ill-fated and short-lived 1999 relaunch, and the 2005 mini-series by Zeb Wells and Skottie Young that recast the team as reality-TV stars. I always liked how the series rescued sort of unloved teen characters from various corners of the Marvel universe and threw them all into one big pot. Over the years the original series featured a huge number of characters, and it turned into sort of general hangout for teen misfits, and a good depiction of growing up and into late adolescence. Back when I would have fantasies of being a comic-book writer, I would always imagine relaunching the New Warriors, with some of the old characters mentoring a set of outcast teen characters who'd been neglected in Marvel's recent comics.

Recently Marvel's published two comics that take the original Warriors concept in two very different directions. Kevin Grevioux's relaunch of the actual Warriors series, with art by Paco Medina, carries a fairly tenuous connection to the original series; it's a spin-off mostly of the Civil War and House of M crossovers, with the only returning member being leader Night Thrasher, now apparently revealed to be the brother of the old Night Thrasher, who was killed in Civil War (the brother was once known as Bandit and was a team member for a while during the first series). C.B. Cebulski's The Loners series (with art by Karl Moline), a spin-off of Runaways, is more along the lines of what I would have hoped for a present-day Warriors series: It moves forward from the teen-hero adventures to follow its characters as they adjust to life in their early 20s. Former Warriors Turbo and Darkhawk join other grown-up teen heroes including ex-Slinger Ricochet, Julie Power of Power Pack, the third Spider-Woman and the very obscure heroic version of the Green Goblin in trying to leave their superhero days behind and grow up.

Really, both of these approaches are potentially interesting ones for the Warriors; the team always had a tradition of embracing new members and helping young people with powers find a home and a support system. That was one of the best things about the original series. The problem with Grevioux's series is not that it is full of obscure and unfamiliar characters, or even that its connection to the Warriors' history is tenuous (and with the Night Thrasher plot thread, Grevioux indicates that he hasn't abandoned the old continuity entirely). The problem is that Grevioux can't take his new approach and make it stand on its own as an interesting story; the entire first six-issue arc has been based on the mystery of who is in the Night Thrasher costume, and who are in the other costumes, since all of the other team members are mutants who were depowered during House of M and have now taken on new superhero identities and are using technology to replace their lost powers.

Grevioux's pacing is maddeningly slow; it's ridiculous that it took until the last pages of issue six before there was even a hint at who Night Thrasher might be, and each issue has featured a basically uninteresting fight sequence (with decent but unexceptional art by Medina) and some incremental development in the investigation into who the team is by a pair of detectives and the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. The main character has for the most part been a former New Mutants member named Sofia, and her agonizing over whether to join the team has been the thread of the first arc. Typical team-gathering story elements, including a moment of crisis, an early loss and the introductions of all the characters to each other, have been spread out over six issues, and Grevioux's eight new team members have done little to distinguish themselves. When they all finally revealed their actual identities in the sixth issue, I could barely connect each old identity to each new one. They all basically run together, and Jubilee and Chamber are the only characters who had enough backstory before the series to give them any of the distinction that Grevioux has failed to provide. Jubilee at least was revealed early on and allowed to interact with Sofia; Chamber, who's had his own solo mini-series and a whole interesting history over a number of years, has gotten barely a handful of lines over six issues.

Teen characters in comics have always been a little tough to write, but Grevioux seems to be trying so hard to capture the attitude and vernacular of young people that his dialogue comes off as painful and forced, full of awkward uses of slang and really stilted banter. (Check out this awful line from issue six: "You got wax in your ears? Dog said he was done. Outta here like a reindeer. Hit and split like a model kit. Y'know what I'm sayin'?") Even the adult cop characters talk in this sort of overly stylized hipster-speak that's at best distracting and at worst laughable. None of them sounds like a real person, and the dialogue (even when it's sometimes meant to be humorous) doesn't illustrate any personality other than the writer's. After six issues, I don't feel like I know any of these people or what's important to them, and I can't care about whether they live or die (when one character actually did die in the fourth issue, I had no idea which one it was). The cast is too big, and the writing is too weak to keep track of them all. Nicieza sometimes had huge lineups in the old series, but each character always came from their own unique place. Not so here. If the pacing were better, I might be willing to stick around to see if the characters develop further, but at this point I imagine it'll take another six issues just for them to find any worthwhile villains to fight.

The Loners has its own pacing problems, and occasional dialogue problems, but overall it's a much stronger series, one that has the same emotional drama mixed in with superheroics that marked Nicieza's Warriors work, and one that similarly takes neglected characters and proves that interesting stories can be told about them. The main problem is that while it's a six-issue mini, Cebulski structures it like the first issues of an ongoing series, and packs in a lot more developments and changes in direction than Grevioux does in the same amount of time. Which would be great as the opening salvo of an ongoing, but for a story that's meant to have a defined beginning, middle and end (even if it leaves the potential open for more), it's a little unsatisfying. The status quo is completely shaken up by the end, and there are are dangling subplots just left hanging. It makes me eager to read the next issue, except there isn't a next issue.

Cebulski has talked many times about his grand future plans for these characters, which is great, except he may not ever get to realize them, and in the meantime he hasn't exactly offered a satisfying end to the one story he got to tell. That aside, I did enjoy this series far more than Grevioux's, and that's because Cebulski seems to care more about his characters, and is much better at making them seem real, unique and whole. Their interactions are fraught with genuine emotion, if sometimes soap-operatic, but effective soap opera is one of the greatest strengths of ongoing superhero comics, really, and one reason why I wish Jay Faerber had gotten more of a chance to keep going with his Warriors series (he does great superhero soap opera in Noble Causes). The Loners also has better action sequences (courtesy of artist Moline) that are more central to what's going on in the story, rather than just tacked on to fill a quota, as they often seem in New Warriors.

New Warriors has sold much better than The Loners, thanks no doubt to its big "The Initiative" banner on each issue, and its recognizable brand name, so it'll be continuing for the foreseeable future, even if I won't be reading it (unless they hire a new writer, that is). Despite Cebulski's tireless online campaigning, The Loners looks to be pretty much dead, aside from an appearance in last week's Marvel Holiday Special (which I neglected to pick up). If the team came back, even under another writer (as long as it wasn't Grevioux), I'd give them a shot. Honestly, though, I thought the Warriors legacy was in better hands with both Jay Faerber and Zeb Wells, and it's a shame that, at least for now, the team is locked up in a crossover, tangling with the big guns when they were always best as misfits, looking on from the sidelines.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Movies opening this week

It's a movie overload in anticipation of Christmas, and in anticipation of nothing opening for the next two weeks.

Charlie Wilson's War (Tom Hanks, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Amy Adams, Julia Roberts, dir. Mike Nichols)
My review in Las Vegas Weekly
It's entirely possible that my positive reaction to this movie came mostly from my fatigue with overly serious Iraq-war dramas, but I think at the very least it proves that Aaron Sorkin is best when he writes overtly about politics. This is so much more entertaining than Studio 60 ever was, because Sorkin doesn't have to pretend to be interested in anything other than Washington. He eventually gets as heavy-handed as always, but Nichols keeps things lively, and at the end I would have been happy to see a new Sorkin TV series about a Charlie Wilson-esque hard-drinking, womanizing congressman who always cuts through the bullshit. I think that's a pretty good sign. Wide release

The Great Debaters (Denzel Washington, Forest Whitaker, Nate Parker, Denzel Whitaker, dir. Denzel Washington)
Undoubtedly the most interesting thing about this movie is that it stars Denzel Washington, Forest Whitaker and a young actor named Denzel Whitaker. Otherwise, it's much like Washington's first effort as a director, Antwone Fisher, in that it's overbearing, predictable, bland and trying too hard to be inspirational. It fictionalizes the heck out of the true story of the first champion debate team from an all-black college in order to hit the requisite Hollywood beats, runs through a litany of predictable elements and is populated entirely with one-dimensional characters. This is especially disappointing given that both Washington's character, debate coach Melvin Tolson, and Denzel Whitaker's young debater James Farmer Jr. seem to have lived incredibly interesting, varied lives that are only hinted at here in the standard "what happened to these people next" title cards at the end of the movie. Also, I'm no expert on debate, but every time the team wins a match, they do so by shamelessly appealing to sentiment as the score swells in the background. I was always under the impression that the whole enterprise was about logic. Then again, when was a movie like this ever concerned with logic? Wide release, on Tuesday

Juno (Ellen Page, Michael Cera, Jason Bateman, Jennifer Garner, dir. Jason Reitman)
My review in Las Vegas Weekly
There's been some pretty heated debate recently among critics about this movie, and I'm sort of burnt out on it already. As one fellow critic pointed out to me, if this was just a little indie movie released in March, there wouldn't be such attention and intense argument over its relative merits. I liked the movie overall, and I stand by my positive review, but I do think the awards attention has been a little out of proportion to the actual quality on display, and that screenwriter Diablo Cody could easily become annoying if she buys into her own hype too much and relies on her "clever" dialogue over strong storytelling. But for now, ignore the hype and the backlash, and this is a perfectly entertaining and sometimes touching little movie. Opened limited Dec. 5; wide release on Tuesday

The Kite Runner (Khalid Abdalla, Zekeria Ebrahimi, Ahmad Khan Mahmidzada, Homayoun Ershadi, dir. Marc Forster)
I saw this movie a couple of months ago to prepare for the interview I did with star Abdalla, and it's already pretty much faded from memory. It's admirable that it sheds some light on an area of the world that doesn't get much attention in America, and does so with a story focused more on family than on terrorism, but strip away the multicultural veneer and it's not a particularly engaging story. The middle portion is the same immigrant narrative we've seen so many times (and was done better earlier this year in The Namesake), and the last third has some pretty silly melodrama and Dickensian coincidences. The first segment, then, with the two characters as young boys growing up in Kabul, is the best, at least when it's quiet and contemplative rather than sensationalistic (the rape scene, no matter how tasteful, is the beginning of the movie's tip into histrionics). I haven't read the book, but I imagine it handles all of this with a little more subtlety and grace, and that probably makes the story easier to buy into. Opened limited Dec. 14; in Las Vegas this week

Margot at the Wedding (Nicole Kidman, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Jack Black, Zane Pais, dir. Noah Baumbach)
My review in Las Vegas Weekly
The reviews on this have been very mixed, with even many of the positive ones not particularly enthusiastic, but it was one of my favorite movies of the year. I liked it even more than the universally praised The Squid and the Whale, because of a lot of things that people haven't liked about it - its unlikeable characters, its pessimism, its lack of resolution. Kidman is perfect in these roles as distant, emotionally unavailable ice queens, and she's great here, as is Leigh, a severely underappreciated actress. Unlike his pal Wes Anderson, who slathers his family dramas in excessive quirkiness while blunting their emotional force, Baumbach seems to be working harder and harder to expose the raw hurt and insecurity behind so many family interactions, and to lay bare all the resentments that we'd like others never to know about, and I find it both fascinating and highly respectable. Opened limited Nov. 16; in Las Vegas this week

Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (Johnny Depp, Helena Bonham Carter, Alan Rickman, dir. Tim Burton)
Having never seen the Sondheim musical on stage, I can't speak to the success of this movie as an adaptation, but most people seem to think the transition went pretty well. And I liked it overall as a movie, even if Depp and the rest of the main cast don't exactly have strong singing voices. Burton de-emphasizes vocal theatrics and focuses on character, and the actors do a good job of conveying the dark nastiness of their roles. I still don't quite see this as Burton's best film in years, though, as many have said; to me it just seems like so much of his recent work, a decent adaptation given the Tim Burton spin, but not nearly as original or exciting as the stuff he did early in his career. Wide release

Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story (John C. Reilly, Jenna Fischer, Tim Meadows, Chris Parnell, dir. Jake Kasdan)
This to me is conclusive proof that critics will just give Judd Apatow a free pass on anything. This movie is better certainly than something like Epic Movie, but it's still a rather obvious, wan and repetitive parody of an easy target. The parade of cameos from comedy all-stars is occasionally amusing (the scene with Jack Black, Paul Rudd, Jason Schwartzman and Justin Long doing the world's worst Beatles impressions is the funniest thing in the movie), but most of them don't do much other than prove how connected Apatow is. Kasdan directs anonymously, and the movie suffers from a lack of access to the biggest strength of Apatow films: improvisation. Parodying the conventions of the biopic requires a much more rigid structure, and there's not nearly as much manic energy here as there is in other Apatow productions. The songs are often great, spot-on parodies, but what comes in between them is uneven at best. Wide release

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Veronica Mars, FBI

At the end of the final season of Veronica Mars, in a last-ditch effort to save the show, creator Rob Thomas pitched The CW on a complete reinvention, which would fast-forward several years and find Veronica a first-year FBI agent, presumably offering a fresh enough start to attract new viewers who didn't want to catch up on three seasons' worth of backstory. Ultimately, The CW passed on the idea, but before they did so Thomas & Co. produced a 12-minute presentation, a sort of mini-pilot for the potential new series, and it's been released as an extra on the Veronica Mars Season 3 DVD.

Only Kristen Bell as Veronica shows up in the presentation, although presumably other regular characters might have shown up in recurring roles as time went on (Veronica's dad, at least, seems like a given). More than just moving the character forward in time, the presentation really does change the tone of the show, less detective noir and more typical cop drama, with Veronica joining a photogenic crew of fellow young agents. Thomas says in the supplementary interviews that the network wanted a Grey's Anatomy-type show, and indeed there are hints that this could be the same mix of soapy relationship drama and procedural, with cop work replacing medicine.

Jarring as the shift is, though, it's still recognizably Veronica Mars, both the show and the character. Bell manages to make Veronica seem older and a little wiser while retaining her tough, sarcastic demeanor, and the hints of a messy break-up with a fellow trainee point to her having moved on romantically from Logan, which predictably drove some online fans nuts (and certainly would have more so if it had actually made it to air). The presentation quickly introduces a few new characters and sketches a basic plot, but it ends right about where the first commercial break might be, and skips around a bit before that. Reaction online seems to have been mostly negative, but I would have liked to see this turned into an actual series. I think it would have actually solved some of the problems inherent in seasons two and three, mainly that their efforts to build on the plot elements of the first season often paled in comparison. Since Thomas envisioned season one's plot initially as a novel, it was completely self-contained, and doing a sequel of sorts that took place years later I think would have worked better than the direct continuations of the second and third seasons.

Of course, we'll never know, but it's nice to have this little glimpse, and it does give me some faint hope for the theoretical movie and/or comic-book series that have both been rumored for a while. There's still plenty of potential in this character, and even a 12-minute teaser can show that.

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Friday, December 14, 2007

Movies opening this week

Atonement (Keira Knightley, James McAvoy, Saoirse Ronan, Romola Garai, dir. Joe Wright)
My review in Las Vegas Weekly
Maybe it was a product of seeing it projected digitally, but this was probably the best-looking movie I saw all year. Wright is one hell of a director, and I really wanted to love this movie, but narratively it doesn't hang together as well as it should. Still worth seeing on a big screen if you can, and the first third is pretty much flawless. I've had a DVD of Wright's Pride & Prejudice from 2005 sitting next to my TV forever, and now I definitely plan to get to it soon. Opened limited Dec. 7; in Las Vegas this week

I Am Legend (Will Smith, Alice Braga, Charlie Tahan, dir. Francis Lawrence)
This is one of those movies that I liked a lot while I was watching it (well, except for the rushed and overly optimistic ending) and then afterward thought back on all the plot inconsistencies that didn't make sense. As most reviews have noted, the first hour is pretty damn good, surprisingly light on action and effective at conveying the desolation and loneliness of being the only man left in post-apocalyptic New York City. Smith carries the movie well on his own (along with his dog), and there are even some nicely touching moments. Then when the fellow survivors show up and the movie switches to action mode, it's a little less convincing, and as I said the ending just doesn't work. Also, I've never read the book, but from checking out the Wikipedia summary, it's obvious that this deviates significantly from Richard Matheson's story. So if you're hoping that the one film version that keeps the original title will be the one to remain faithful to the novel, you'll be out of luck. If you go in judging the movie on its own terms, though, you may be pleasantly surprised. Wide release

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

2007 catch-up, Part 4

Probably the last few I'll be able to see before my list and awards deadlines, unfortunately. Why must there be so many movies?

2 Days in Paris (Julie Delpy, Adam Goldberg, dir. Julie Delpy)
Although on the surface one would guess that Delpy's film has a lot in common with her two collaborations with Richard Linklater and Ethan Hawke, Before Sunrise and Before Sunset, this low-key, talky dramedy is actually nearly the inverse of those films, with Delpy and Goldberg's characters wandering the streets of a picturesque European city not in the heady, intellectual throes of new love, but in the neurotic, paranoid throes of settled love falling apart. Delpy's style is more Woody Allen than Linklater, with some hilariously awkward get-togethers (a family lunch, a cocktail party) and introspective narration and random asides from Delpy's character. The ending feels a little forced, but otherwise this is an entertaining and fitfully insightful little relationship movie.

The Boss of It All (Jens Albinus, Peter Gantzler, Iben Hjelje, dir. Lars von Trier)
Von Trier offers up a voiceover at the beginning of this film asserting that it is nothing more than a comedic trifle, which naturally means it is anything but a comedic trifle. The problem is that the concept and overall plot are exactly the stuff of a middling American comedy, with a passive-aggressive CEO hiring an actor to play "the boss of it all" so he doesn't get blamed by his employees for his cold-hearted business practices. Of course, the actor encounters all sorts of awkward situations and eventually uses his position of pseudo-power to fight on behalf of the beleaguered employees. It's not hard to imagine this as a movie starring Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson, and at times it is sort of amusing. But von Trier seems dead set on working against its breeziness, with his condescending voiceover asides at the beginning, middle and end, his weird ending that amounts to some meta-comment on the nature of acting, and most of all his irritating filmmaking tactics. He uses a technique that moves the camera around automatically, rather than employing a cinematographer, and the result is constant, random jump cuts, shots with the characters' heads out of the frame, incredibly stupid blocking and lots of inconsistent continuity. This, no doubt, is also some meta-comment on the nature of filmmaking, but really it just dresses up this semi-funny story in a whole lot of pretentious nonsense.

I'm Not There (Heath Ledger, Christian Bale, Cate Blanchett, Richard Gere, Marcus Carl Franklin, Ben Whishaw, dir. Todd Haynes)
I thought I had an extensive enough familiarity with the life and career of Bob Dylan to make sense of this movie, but apparently I was wrong. I think the only thing I recognized was when he went electric and someone in the audience screamed, "Judas!" Otherwise, I was pretty lost as to how much of the events in this movie related to Dylan's life, beyond some very broad strokes. I also only knew a handful of the songs. Maybe I would have liked the movie more if I were more of a Dylan fan - as it is, I appreciate Haynes' artistry and exhaustive knowledge of pop-culture and film history, and his evocation of different cinematic styles in each of the six intertwining parts that make up this film is undeniably accomplished and impressive. In the past, I've really liked Haynes' films for the way they engage with the pop-culture of the past (Velvet Goldmine and Citizen Kane; Far From Heaven and Douglas Sirk), but here I think I'm not familiar enough with the styles he's evoking to engage with it as successfully. My other problem is that this seemed often more like a montage or a music video than a narrative film to me - which is not necessarily bad, but it's hard to ever engage with the characters when they sort of just float across the screen, and Haynes is constantly switching perspectives. As much attention as Blanchett has gotten for her performance, it didn't particularly stand out to me, although she did a perfectly good job; I thought Ledger managed the best balance of Dylan mimicry and real acting, while Bale went overboard with his bad Dylan impression. I tried hard to like this movie, and I admired a lot of what it did, but overall it just didn't work for me.

Friday, December 07, 2007

Movies opening this week

The Golden Compass (Dakota Blue Richards, Nicole Kidman, Sam Elliott, Daniel Craig, dir. Chris Weitz)
My review in Las Vegas Weekly
I didn't have enough time to read this book before reviewing the movie, but I did listen to the unabridged audio, which I think is almost as good. It was reasonably entertaining at times, but full of lots of boring expositional asides, and it didn't exactly make me desperate to read the next installment. From what I've heard about the trilogy, it only gets more ponderous and philosophical as it goes on, and while I agree with author Philip Pullman's anti-religion stance, I don't necessarily need it lectured at me in a fantasy novel. I'll probably only read the second book if I need to prepare to review the movie adaptation of it. I'm not sure what the chances of that are - this movie really rushes through the first book, and takes out the point of view that made it interesting to many fans. Without that it's just a generic and confusing fantasy, and given the cost of these movies, I don't know that it'll be successful enough to warrant a sequel. Wide release

Strength and Honor (Michael Madsen, Vinnie Jones, Michael Rawley, dir. Mark Mahon)
My review in Las Vegas Weekly
Last week I marveled that tiny indie movie Holly somehow made it to Vegas, and this week I am once again baffled at the opening of an obscure oddity here in town - or anywhere at all, really. This movie is playing in seven theaters in Vegas! That's seven times as many as virtually all arthouse-type releases, for a movie that barely achieves the level of quality of straight-to-DVD releases. Some things about the film-distribution business I just don't understand. Limited release