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Film Review: "About Time"

"About Time"
Directed by Richard Curtis
Starring Domhnall Gleeson, Bill Nighy, Rachel McAdams, Lydia Wilson, Lindsay Duncan, Richard Cordery, Tom Hollander, Margo Robbie
Comedy, Drama, Sci-Fi
123 Mins
R

A truly good-natured movie is almost impossible to find nowadays. Every major studio release hot off the production line comes caked in ice-packed grit, each romance more a thing of cool-blooded calculation than the starry-eyed butterfly-tummied trances of acoustic guitar ballads. Even the biggest name in romance, the haughty Nicholas Sparks, tends towards conclusions of masturbatory tragedy. Someone has to either die or get laid out with a terminal case of cancer. It's as if audiences can't handle the sweet without the sour - all must end in woe or, at the very least, a shade of woe. Look at the great romantic saga of the past ten year; I'm referring of course to Twilight. Even if you strip away the Mormon patriarchal underpinning and grade-A beastly acting, this "great romance" involves a stoic vampire and an even steelier teen. There's no beaded passion here - nothing beneath the carnal urges and "hot and bothered" eye-banging - just angsty stirrings in the nether regions mislabeled as "love."

Examining a real relationship, or at least any that I've seen, under the context of this brand of ironclad romance, there's very little overlap of note. And yet, the lukewarm romance soldiers on: the bastion of 21st century detachment and bone-deep aversion to commitment. This template of 21st century romance has become centered on a singular quest for detached self-satisfaction that it's turned against everything that love stands for. And then comes About Time, an earnest well-meaning love story amongst a pack of wolves. It's quite simply, a breath of fresh air.

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Released amongst a rash of hefty dramas and mindless actioners, this purely delightful romance wears its heart on its sleeve in bold, sincere patches. While many romantic competitors keep an emotional distance from the audience through the use of sarcasm and a predictable three act meet-up-break-up-make-up formula, About Time is unafraid to alter the formula, scraping foreseeable twists and turns for the emotional heft of real family dynamics and all the baggage that comes with that...oh and time travel.

Yes, time travel plays a significant part of the narrative as on the eve of his 21st birthday, Tim (Domhnall Gleeson) is let in on a little family secret by his Dad (Bill Nighy): the men in the family have a peculiar ability to ball their fists and leap through time. In fact, the ability to time travel goes back as far in the family tree as the rascally orange hair which runs rampant in this English family. It takes no great stretch of the imagination to fantasize about how we would use these life-altering powers, but in About Time any ideas of grandiose heroics are by and large shelved. Meek and ginger Tim wants to use his powers for one thing and one thing only: to snag a girlfriend.

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When it comes time to procure the finest vixen in the land, the "traveling" bits are entirely effects free. There are no bright neon lights or pin wheeled wormholes, a directorial decision of "less is more" that works wonders within the foundation of the story. Unlike many plots involving time travel, About Time doesn't spend too much time establishing the guidelines for the time travel sandbox, but it does play by its own set of rules. But rather than getting convoluted in the details of time travel's idiosyncrasies, the rules here are simple: your actions can change the events of the past so 1) You can only travel to points and places in time that you've already been to before (i.e. no peeking into the future and no going back and killing Hitler) 2) Don't alter any event before the birth of your child (different sperm, different baby) 3) Realize that there's some things that time travel can't fix. Some things just need to be accepted or learned through the arduous journey that is life.

As much as nitpicky drones love their plot-hole-seeking pastime, any attempt to dissect and discredit the functionality of the time travel here is moot because, well, its pretty rock solid. However hokey a time-jumping premise sounds in the midst of a love story, it's used to surprisingly compelling effect and is far more nuanced and well-mannered than you might otherwise expect. And even though it's there, time travel really isn't what About Time is about. Rather, it uses the fantasy to tap into emotional reality.

Rather than use his time-traveling talent for typical teenage debauchery, Tim saves his ability as a last ditch effort of sorts, only used to better the circumstances of those around him, to avoid the unpleasantries that tend to pop their head up when least expected, and most importantly, to revisit the best days of his life. About Time ponders the idea that we can live life to the fullest not because of magical abilities but, perhaps, in spite of them.

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As for the romance at the center of the film, Rachel McAdams flirts with a new kind of woman- a mousey brunette, steadfast in her bookwormery and emotional reservations. It's perhaps the least showy role she's done and for once, she is entirely tolerable if not completely adorable. Newcomer Gleeson is equally charming, although not nearly in the traditional sense we've come to expect from a romantic male lead.

Bumbling, awkward and entirely orange-haired, his Tim makes up for his lack of suave with the good decision-making skills rare in a rom-com male. But the story is larger than the affable romance at its core, it's about family; how families come together, depend on each other, and, ultimately, how parents pass the torch to their offspring. Like a good-natured Butterfly Effect, the most emotionally pungent material is unearthed in Gleeson and Nighy's father-son relationship, so much so that, it might earn a sniffle, maybe even a tear or two from those apt to be touched by emotional films.

Regardless of its breezy premise and total lack of a bad bone in its body, this is the sparse romantic drama that totally works. Brushing off the sleazy staples of modern day rom-coms - the hunky leads, reheated man-wrong-woman, woman-wrong-man clichés, and snarky, obnoxious best friends - Richard Curtis has found something far more earnest, good intentioned and true. With an archer's marksmanship, he manages to land a bullseye in our emotional main vein on a number of occasions. However coated with a healthy layer of rose-colored glaze, About Time is bold enough to be a nice guy amongst an army of grit and cavalier cool. This time though, nice guys don't finish last.

B

Film Review: "12 Years a Slave"

"12 Years a Slave"
Directed by Steve McQueen
Starring Chiwetel Ejiofor, Michael Fassbender, Lupita Nyong'o, Brad Pitt, Benedict Cumberbatch, Paul Dano, Paul Giamatti, Quvenzhane Wallis, Sarah Paulson
Biography, Drama, History
132 Mins
R

 

12 Years a Slave opens somewhere around a decade into Solomon Northup's enslavement. He's mushing blackberries to a paste, attempting to write a letter home using a whittled mulberry stick. Scribbling like a fugitive to the crackle of candlelight, this is the first time he's put pen to paper in years, and must do so under the cover of night. For all the horrors he's suffered and witnessed, the most impossible task is keeping his true identity, and intelligence, under wraps. For a learned slave is a troubling slave and a troubling slave is a marked man - a truth he's seen manifested many times before.

More than a decade gone for something as simple as not being allowed to produce his "free papers," Solomon's journey draws empathy from the audience like water from a well. More than just a story of the horrors of slavery, this is the story of a man who knew a better life - he abided the law, owned a house, had a family, and was a respected part of his Saratoga, New York community - and yet, down in the bowels of the hellish South, was stripped of his humanity like tattered clothes from his back.

Read more: Film Review: "12 Years a Slave"

Film Review: "Man of Tai Chi"

"Man of Tai Chi"
Directed by Keanu Reeves
Starring Tiger Hu Chen, Keanu Reeves, Karen Mok, Simon Yam, Silvio Simac, Qing Ye
Action
105 Mins
R

Without exception, every time that Keanu Reeves's opens his mouth in Man of Tai Chi, I chuckled. And I wasn't alone. Every member of the audience was stifling giggles as Reeves stumbled his way through brief chunks of unwieldy dialogue. We burst into laughter when Reeves breaks the third-wall with a roar - teeth-bared and thrashing at the camera like a lion ripping at hunks of sirloin. It's as if the fog has lifted and Reeves recognizes just how awful an actor he truly is. Seeing Man of Tai Chi is like watching Reeve's B-list baptism, as the man onscreen embraces his goofy robotic persona to the fullest extent, milking all he can with self-deprecating automockery.

Read more: Film Review: "Man of Tai Chi"

NYC Theater Roundup: “A Time to Kill,” “The Snow Geese,” “The Landing” and “Baden-Baden 1927”

A Time to Kill

Written by Rupert Holmes; directed by Ethan McSweeny
Performances through March 2, 2014

 

The Snow Geese
Written by Sharr White; directed by Daniel Sullivan
Performances through December 15, 2013

 

The Landing
Music by John Kander, book and lyrics by Greg Pierce; directed by Walter Bobbie
Performances through November 10, 2013

 

Baden-Baden 1927
Performances from October 23-29, 2013

 

Thompson, Thompson and Arcellus in A Time to Kill (photo: Carol Rosegg)
John Grisham’s A Time to Kill, the best-selling author’s debut novel, is a rickety courtroom thriller that was turned into an overlong but engrossing movie in 1996 starring Sandra Bullock, Kevin Spacey, Samuel Jackson and Matthew McConaughey in one of his first lead roles as young lawyer Jake Brigance taking on a racially charged case in his home state of Mississippi. Since the movie just about covered everything in the book in 2-1/2 hours, was there any reason to bring it to Broadway at inflated prices, when people can see the movie basically for free?
 
Ethan McSweeny’s production, from an adaptation by Rupert Holmes, hedges its bets by trying to appeal to those familiar with the movie (actor Sebastian Arcellus is a dead ringer for McConaughey, at least in profile) while providing more bang for the audience’s buck. So James Noone’s courthouse set revolves throughout so we can watch the court proceedings from different viewpoints, as if a movie director was cutting between shots. And since the jury doesn’t appear, lawyers and judge speak directly to the audience as if we were in the jury box. Sometimes, the desperation shows—an actual burning cross appears, showing us and Jake that the Klan means business—but overall, the staging is slick and efficient.
 
The solid acting includes Arcellus’ effective Jake, Patrick Page’s gleefully slimy district attorney, Fred Dalton Thompson’s tart-tongued judge and John Douglas Thompson’s gripping dad on trial for killing the suspects of his 10-year-old daughter’s rape leads to him killing the suspects. As courtroom dramas go, A Time to Kill passes the bar.
 
Parker and Clark in The Snow Geese (photo by Joan Marcus)
Mary Louise Parker, best known for the previous eight seasons of Weeds, hasn’t been on a New York stage since her ill-fated Hedda Gabler in 2009. Her other theater choices have been questionable, with the exception of her riveting Tony-winning performance in Proof in 2001: along with Hedda was Sarah Ruhl’s lame Dead Man’s Cell Phone, and now Sharr White’s faux-Chekhov drama, The Snow Geese. Set in a suburban Syracuse lakefront mansion in 1917, the play introduces widow Elizabeth Gaesling, dealing with the recent loss of her husband Theodore, her eldest son Duncan about to leave for Europe to fight in the Great War and her younger son Arnold discovering financial improprieties that led to the family’s downfall.
 
Also present is Elizabeth’s older—and religious—sister Clarissa and her husband, German doctor Max, who lost his practice due to nasty anti-German sentiment and a new Ukrainian maid, Viktorya, conveniently a veteran of the atrocities that overtook Europe. So we have Chekhovian allusions and obvious symbolism (the title, since the family comprises avid hunters) that clutters up what’s already a weak attempt to write something on the order of The Cherry Orchard.
 
Even a veteran director like Daniel Sullivan can’t transform such hackneyed material into a coherent drama, although John Lee Beatty’s extraordinarily detailed set—also seen from various angles like A Time to KillJane Greenwood’s sumptuous costumes and Japhy Weideman’s evocative lighting somewhat compensate. Still, choppy pacing, anachronistic dialogue and a general sense that none of these people is truly fleshed out remain.
                                               
In a hard-working cast, only Danny Burstein’s likeable Max consistently rises above the material. Victoria Clark’s Clarissa has little to do but break into song occasionally, and the always adorable Parker’s Elizabeth is too contemporary, as are Evan Jonigkeit and Brian Cross’s sons. White has become a big shot playwright, but on the evidence of The Other Place and The Snow Geese, so far he's less than meets the eye. Will his next play, Annapurna, with Megan Mullally, change things?

 

 

 

 
Seratch and Hyde Pierce in The Landing (photo: Carol Rosegg)
John Kander and Fred Ebb wrote many great musicals—starting with Cabaret and Chicago—and Ebb’s death robbed Kander of his valued collaborator. Kander’s first musical with someone else, playwright Greg Pierce, The Landing, isn’t just a step down from Kander and Ebb at their best: it’s several stories below.
 
The three one-acts that make up The LandingAndra, The Brick and The Landing—are at best mediocre, but they do have incidental interest. Andrain which a smart young boy bonds with his family’s handy man over astronomy until he discovers the man is sleeping with his lonely mom—is harmlessly forgettable, while The Bricka surreal trip of a bored aunt ordering a tchotchke from a late-night TV ad which arrives in the form of a pinstriped gangster—drowns in cloying cutesiness. Only The Landingin which a gay couple’s newly adopted young son turns out to be an angel of death sent to take one of them away—has some resonance, though how much is due to the others’ flimsiness is debatable. Maybe if The Landing itself was full-length, realistic characters and relationships would have made it memorable.
 
Pierce’s book and lyrics, except for rare moments of insight in The Landing, are pandering and pretentious. Kander’s songs, while never less than adequate, are unfortunately rarely more than that. Walter Bobbie directs adroitly, and his cast of four—Julia Murney, David Hyde Pierce, Frankie Seratch and Paul Anthony Stewart—is better than its material. Seratch is especially good at nailing the nuances of three different teens, while Hyde Pierce is funny in The Brick and touching in The Landing. But it’s not enough.
Rivera (left) in The Princess and the Pea, part of Baden-Baden 1927 (photo: Richard Termine)
The enterprising Gotham Chamber Opera should be commended for Baden Baden 1927, its recreation of operas by Darius Milhaud, Ernst Toch, Paul Hindemith and Kurt Weill, all premieres on the same bill at that city’s Festival of Contemporary Music 86 years ago. It’s too bad it wasn’t a strict recreation, but instead a quartet of cluttered contemporary productions by director Paul Curran, who decided that his cleverness would override anything intrinsic to the actual operas under the guise of “What Is Art?” (Answer: not these stagings.)
 
Milhaud’s playful eight-minute The Abduction of Europa passed quickly enough, but Toch’s magical The Princess and the Pea was turned into a tedious Kardashian-style reality show complete with distracting video cameras. After a merciful intermission, Hindemith’s paper-thin There and Back—in which the same events run forward and backward—started in monochrome and ended in color, with Andy Warhol inexplicably thrown in. The finale, Weill’s Mahagonny Singspiel, was played out among treadmills eye-rollingly visualizing its characters' own journeys.
 
 

 

 
Closing one’s eyes helped one appreciate the music, conducted sympathetically by Neal Goren, and performed by singers (foremost among them Maeve Hoglund in three roles and Jennifer Rivera in two) doing their best to overcome the onstage silliness. They only fitfully succeeded.

 

 
A Time to Kill
Golden Theatre, 252 West 45th Street, New York, NY
atimetokillonbroadway.com
 
The Snow Geese
Samuel J. Friedman Theatre, 261 West 47th Street, New York, NY
thesnowgeesebroadway.com
 
The Landing
Vineyard Theatre, 108 East 15th Street, New York, NY
vineyardtheatre.org
 
Baden-Baden 1927
 
Gotham Chamber Opera, Gerald Lynch Theater, New York, NY
gothamchamberopera.org

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