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July '13 Digital Week IV

Blu-rays of the Week

Aerosmith—Rock for the Rising Sun
(Eagle Rock)
After the devastating 2011 earthquake/tsunami, Aerosmith performed a highly charged concert for an arena filled with thankful Japanese fans. With the band at its onstage best, interspersed among a selection of its most enduring songs—surprisingly but satisfyingly heavy on its vintage ‘70s era, not the pop-hit laden ‘90s—are glimpse of the members touring Japan and seeing what their fans have endured.
 
But the 90 blistering minutes of rock where Steven Tyler, Joe Perry and company are in sync show that Aerosmith is anything but washed up. The Blu-ray image is good, the sound even better; two bonus performances are extras (although why not simply include them in the film?).
 
Babette’s Feast
(Criterion)
Gabriel Axel’s masterly adaptation of Isak Dinesen’s short story (1988 Best Foreign Film Oscar winner) remains an insightful, profound film about the triumph of body over soul.
 
As the French cook who makes a sumptuous multi-course meal for her pious bosses, two sisters in a small Danish town, Stephane Audran is perfection; Axel’s subtle, simple directorial style is another masterstroke, and of course the food looks delicious. The Blu-ray image looks amazing; extras include Axel and Audran interviews and Karen Blixen—Storyteller, a Dinesen documentary portrait.
 
Greystoke—The Legend of Tarzan, Lord of the Apes
(Warner Archive)
After the Oscar-winning Chariots of Fire, director Hugh Hudson made a few financial and critical flops: although 1985’s Revolution with Al Pacino was embarrassingly bad, his 1984 Tarzan adaptation was a serious attempt to make a realistic drama about the mythical king of the apes.
 
Beautifully shot and edited, with incredibly lifelike performances by men and women in ape costumes, the movie unfortunately never reaches dramatic or tragic heights, however intelligently done. The Blu-ray image looks decent; Hudson and producer Garth Thomas’s informative commentary is the lone extra.
 
The Silence
(Music Box)
This impressively mounted procedural about two pedophile murders committed 23 years apart nevertheless commits errors of judgment, omission and commission. Director Baran bo Odar steadily but blatantly crosscuts among detectives, killers, victims and parents, but never reaches any sort of satisfying climax, despite the brilliance of individual sequences and his large cast: the melodramatic way things are wrapped up is too tidy.
 
The hi-def image looks immaculate; extras include Odar’s earlier short Quietsch, his accomplished student feature Under the Sun and cast interviews.
 
Trance
(Fox)
Danny Boyle makes movies that are easy to hate, with their hyperkinetic imagery, wall-to-wall pulse-pounding music and plots that make scant sense. If Trance is not as glib as Oscar winner Slumdog Millionaire, neither does it have a credible real-life story like 127 Hours.
 
Watching criminals outfox one another for a stolen Goya painting isn’t as good a time as Boyle thinks; the best performance, by Rosario Dawson, is unsurprisingly overshadowed by her too-brief seconds of full frontal nudity, seen in glorious hi-def (the rest of the movie also looks great on Blu-ray). Extras include a 60-minute making-of, 16 minutes of deleted scenes and interviews.
 
Twixt
(Fox)
It’s hard to believe that this stiffly acted, ludicrously plotted attempt at horror was made by the same Francis Coppola who won Oscars for The Godfather 40 years ago.
 
There’s nothing sadder than a has-been trying to keep current: this trashy vampire/ghost story would only be risible starring Kristen Stewart, but as directed by Coppola and enacted by a sleepwalking Val Kilmer and always-crazed Bruce Dern, it’s pretty insipid. The Blu-ray image is eye-popping; the lone extra is Gia Coppola’s making-of documentary.
 
Welcome to the Punch
(IFC)
Kinetic action dominates director Eran Creevy’s strangely compelling cop-action flick, with James McAvoy a perfect anti-hero whose playing both sides results in the deaths of his partner and boss, along with nearly everyone else.
 
What begins as a straightforward procedural soon takes a weird turn into a flashy shoot-‘em-up, as machine guns are emptied into bodies left and right. The acting—by McAvoy, Andrea Riseborough, Peter Mullan, Mark Strong and David Morrissey—helps greatly. The Blu-ray image looks fine; extras include interviews and making-of featurette.
 
DVDs of the Week
Arcadia
(Film Movement)
In writer-director Olivia Silver’s low-key drama, John Hawkes plays a dad who drives his three kids cross-country to a new life in California: he doesn’t tell his daughters (16 and 12) and son (9) that their mom had a nervous breakdown.
 
There’s so much wise observation that when the truth is shredded—a scene at the Grand Canyon rings especially false—it makes a shambles of what’s otherwise a superbly acted (Hawkes and the child performers, Ryan Simpkins, Ty Simpkins and Kendall Toole, are equally masterly) and intensely quiet character study. The disc’s extra, short film Little Canyon, is Silver’s own run-through for what became Arcadia.
 
Bidder 70
(First Run)
The insanity of our government continuing to bow down to big business interests at the public’s expense was enough for activist Tim DeChristopher, who disrupted a sale of public land for private development: that he went to prison for two years to highlight the issue is a remarkably selfless act.
 
Beth and George Gage’s enraging documentary shows that civil disobedience is about all we have left in a society where the largest corporations have the rights of individuals without any drawbacks, while our current president doesn’t seem interested in reining in these egregious abuses.
 
Kansas City Bomber
(Warner Archive)
If you forgot what a stunner Raquel Welch was and why she was the quintessential screen sexpot, look no further than this routine 1972 drama about a roller derby queen whose personal life is a shambles.
 
Welch was never the greatest actress, but there’s not much depth to Thomas Rickman and Calvin Clements’ script or Jerrold Freedman’s direction, so that she’s sympathetic as the shallow heroine is nothing to sneeze at. She can also roller skate well, so there’s that!
 
London—The Modern Babylon
(Cinedigm)
Julien Temple’s collage history tour of London takes in the British capital’s sights and sounds through vintage footage, speeches, songs and clips from movies and other media.
 
While it doesn’t have the staying power of Terrence Davies’ intensely personal foray into the same territory, Of Time and the City, Temple provides a succinct overview of London’s “life,” with clever use of tunes from the likes of David Bowie and the Sex Pistols. A Temple interview is the lone extra.
 
Vanishing Waves
(Artsploitation)
In this alternately ponderous and intriguing sci-fi flick, Lithuanian director Kristina Buozyte follows a man who aids a comatose young woman by locking psyches with her: in an adult twist on The Twilight Zone, they become intimate and he starts losing his grip on his marriage in the physical world.
 
Buozyte has a dazzling eye—helped, no doubt, by her creative director and co-screenwriter, Bruno Samper—but her imagery is out of Tarkovsky by way of Kubrick, and the longer her film goes on, the less dazzling and more pretentious it becomes. Still, she remains impressively in control, as do her actors (particularly Jurga Jutaite, who plays the sleeping young woman with awesome physicality). Buozyte’s first film, The Collectress, and an interview are extras.
 
 
CD of the Week
Schubert—Complete Works for Violin and Piano
(Hyperion)
Franz Schubert, despite his early death at age 31, had different composing periods: he was just beginning his mature period—comprising his three last piano sonatas, the String Quintet and final string quartet—when he died in 1828. Among those towering final works is the C major Fantasy for violin and piano, the greatest of the seven attractive violin-piano works on this wonderful two-disc set.
 
Violinist Alina Ibragimova and pianist Cedric Tiberghien’s youthful enthusiasm fits the young Schubert’s joyful four violin sonatas and B minor Rondo; but they only scratch the surface of the depths of the Fantasy, however beautiful they make it sound.

Film Review: "Fruitvale Station"

"Fruitvale Station"
Directed by Ryan Coogler
Starring Michael B. Jordan, Melonie Diaz, Octavia Spencer, Kevin Durand, Chad Michael Murray, Ariana Neal
Biography, Drama

90 Mins
R
 
*Warning: Spoilers follow. If you are unfamiliar with the true-life 2009 San Francisco Fruitvale Station event, don't read on.*

As the lights pull up on Fruitvale Station, there wasn't a dry eye in the theater. No one was hustling to get out first. Cell phones weren't clicking on left and right. For once, everyone was somber, respectful and obviously moved by what they had just seen. In fact, in the midst of the moments where the film goes mute, lingering on lost moments, you could have heard a pin drop. That palpable, humbling silence is proof of the magnetizing power of Ryan Coogler's first feature film. Like Muhammad Ali, he floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee.

Opening with real cell phone footage of the 2009 San Francisco Fruitvale Station incident -in which a motionless, handcuffed 22-year old African American, named Oscar Grant, is shot in the back and killed by a police for no evident reason - we're jolted into the tragedy to unfold. Rather than make us uncomfortable hostages to another "important story," the hovering camerawork and winning, congenial tone invite us into the fold.  

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Film Review: "Crystal Fairy"

"Crystal Fairy"
Directed by Sebastián Silva
Starring Michael Cera, Gaby Hoffmann, Juan Andrés Silva, José Miguel Silva, Agustín Silva
Adventure, Comedy

98 Mins
R

Michael Cera is on a tear. He absolutely ripped up the screen in his raunchy, self-caricaturing bit part in This is The End, he was one of the best parts of the new season of Arrested Development and here he goes to bat with a new persona - a jagged narcissist with acid wit and a penchant for substance-induced mood swings. His largely unlikeable character is hung with the reactive humor Cera has always brought to the table but instead of his familiar coy and breathless delivery, here he is affronting, biting and plain old mean.

We meet Cera's Jaime at a party in Chile, chomping through brews, slugging down lines of blow and making a general ass of himself. He's got the charm of a cactus and his prickly nature drives him from one engagement to the next, offending and putting off the mostly Chilean crowd with his brash Americano ways. As for why exactly he's plopped down in Chile, he's not a student or even a teacher working abroad, he's just another reason Americans get a bad name internationally. Jaime reveals the  true intention of his international journey boils down to a special plant called San Pedro, better known as peyote. 




In the grasp of an alcohol and cocaine cocktail, Jaime meets Crystal (Gaby Hoffmann) dancing with arm-slinky, air-grabbing moves, looking like a stoned fool, another American making an ass of herself. But her's is a different jackassery: she's an exemplar of the unshaven granola clump, proud of her pit hair and open spiritual convictions. Mocking her in the wings of the dance floor, Jaime's bitter persona seems to skip a beat and he winds up inviting her along for his quest. Exchanging numbers, Jaime gives Crystal the low down on their arrangements and tells her to meet them the next morning.

After a late night spent making beans and rice for transsexual prostitutes (don't ask), Jaime wakes with a brooding hangover, being called up to by Chilean friend Champa (Juan Andrés Silva) awaiting in the street below. Gathering Champa's brothers, they embark on a ride up north to hunt down the mystical cactus, but a phone call from Crystal confirms Jaime's suspicions that he was a little too faded the night prior. Although Jaime totally wants to blow her off, Champa's good guy sensibilities insist that Jaime swallow his pride and follow up on his promise to include the eponymous Crystal Fairy. What follows is a clash of sly-tongued titans.



In one corner, Jaime wants what he wants. He's the caliber of fella who will steal his beloved cactus from an kindly older woman if need be. He'll mock Crystal's abundant body hair, slowly degrading her with his sandpaper snide comments. Crystal is all about sharing, caring and opening up. As she tries to get to the root of Jaime's cutting animosity towards her, she runs into brick wall after brick wall, dismissed and degraded by his nonchalant dismissal of everything she stands for.

Preparing to launch into a full blown, 14-hour drug trip together, relations between Crystal and Jaime couldn't be more strained. Jaime can't even handle sharing a task as simple as cutting thorns off the cactus with the frumpy Crystal nor will he participate in her yoga sessions and even dumps the "spirit stone" she provides him. He won't buy her new age philosophy, a fact he's glad to throw in her face. 

As harsh and callous as he is, Cera is as hysterical as he is committed to his character. Out in left field, this version of the funnyman shows a diversity that has escaped him for a majority of his career. Ditching traditional Hollywood comedy and going on a limb like this shows that Cera has broken the box and is now reforming it into something new and far more interesting.

As Crystal, Hoffman is perfection. We've all met this new-age spirit in all their mumbo-jumbo slinging glory and we've all been irritated by their condensing manner and fax-spiritual jive. And while Crystal's act is off-putting, it's also dipped in truth and topped with character. She's more than another version of a hippie-dippy cloaked in flowy clothing, dipped in flowery patterns and a late stage reveal gives us all a reason to sympathize with her boggled outlook. 

Director Sebastián Silva has based this story on an experience of his own and tells it with riotous but compassionate understanding. It's funny for much of the same reasons that hanging out with your friends is funny. The laughs come naturally, and don't feel like jokes are retrofitted one-liners hashed out by a team of writers in some remote room. Why? Because they were largely unscripted, with most of Jaime's swings and dings straight from the twisted mind of Cera.

Crystal Fairy is Silva's answer to indie comedy. Rather than getting wound up in dramatic, Silva lets his talented stars loose to dust comedy in generous handfuls. Mixed against broken English and a foreign landscape, Jaime and Crystal's battle of wits is extremely digestible indie fare that exits on top with a wistful note.

B

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Film Review: "The To Do List"

"The To Do List"
Directed by Maggie Carrey
Starring Aubrey Plaza, Bill Hader, Johnny Simmons, Alia Shawkat, Sarah Steele, Scott Porter, Rachel Bilson, Christopher Mintz-Plasse, Andy Samberg, Donald Glover, Connie Britton, Clark Gregg

Comedy, Romance
104 Mins
R
 
A little slow on the upkeep, The To-Do List is Aubrey Plaza and Maggie Carey's answer to the strain of 90s comedies probing sexual exploration. This time around, the placeholders are flipped on their heads, as this enterprise of intimacy is from the perspective of a real, live 21st century woman.

Subverting the framework by having the female protagonist on the hunt for man-bod (rather than the boilerplate convention of bumbling dudes trying to shake off their v-cards) frames the film in a new kind of light - a post-sexual, pro-Planned Parenthood brand of soft light that gently makes you look better than you are. Going so far as to demarcate it as a feminist effort though feels juvenile and a distinction that only the most staunch of conservatives would bother discerning. There just isn't that sort of agenda at play here. It's meant for simpleton, oafish fun and in that regard and that regard alone, it works.  Plaza and Carrey do run aground issues, and let their film flop flaccid, when they expect us to acknowledge this familiar mold for something that it's not: fresh.

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