Brief reviews of several films I've watched in the past week - from now on, I think I will alternate between these shorter, looser reviews and longer, essay-type reviews. Curiously all of these movies were released in 1991, not something I realized until writing...
Point Break (Kathryn Bigelow, United States, 1991)
In a sane world, Point Break would be a disaster. Johnny Utah (that name!) is an undercover FBI agent who infiltrates a gang of surfing bank robbers dubbed the Ex-Presidents because of the rubber masks of Nixon, Reagan, etc. worn during heists. Despite his commitment to the mission, Johnny Utah finds himself drawn to the gangs' charismatic leader, Bodhi, an adrenaline junkie, dangerous criminal, surfer guru, and cool big brother wrapped up in one mega-bro package. This becomes quite the pickle for Johnny Utah, who cannot choose between duty and bromance. Which leads to the iconic moment (memorably referenced in Hot Fuzz) where Johnny Utah finally has Bodhi in his grasp but cannot act as he must, firing his gun into the air and bellowing in manly anguish, all while Bodhi's piercing blue eyes peer sagely at him through Ronald Reagan's plastic face.
The script is a load of nonsense, albeit fun, harmless nonsense. But Kathryn Bigelow's direction elevates Point Break above being a macho-campy guilty pleasure - this is a very well-crafted film. Bigelow is a true master of action setpieces (I'd point to her more recent The Hurt Locker and Zero Dark Thirty as further proof) and offers up several jaw-dropping thrill sequences in Point Break, most notably a breakneck foot race through Los Angeles and not one but two skydiving sequences; I'm baffled as to how the latter were even filmed. Across-the-board fun performances keep Point Break engaging as well, even though the cast is a bizarre mish-mash of acting styles. Gary Busey is reliably weird, Lori Petty is a living embodiment of 90s girl power sass, Patrick Swayze manages to make the ridiculously-written Bodhi convincingly charming and villainous, all while sporting a glorious feathered mane.
And of course, there's Keanu Reeves playing Keanu Reeves as always. Keanu Reeves's appeal is one of the unanswerable mysteries of the movies. Nobody would mistake him for a gifted thespian as his range is very limited. Whether playing a pothead teenager or a kung-fu fighting messiah, Jonathan Harker or John Wick, Keanu is always Keanu, responding to everything with the affable befuddlement of a stoner or a Zen master. Yet I'm always heartened by his presence in a film - any movie feels a little bit more lovable with Keanu. I can't explain why - is it just comfortable reliability? Maybe because he seems like a genuinely nice guy? I may never know.
Watch trailer here.
Watch trailer here.
Night on Earth (Jim Jarmusch, United States, 1991)
Jim Jarmusch is a heroic American oddball. It's no wonder that many of his films, Night on Earth included, prominently feature the music of Tom Waits - like Waits, Jarmusch is a true original, an idiosyncratic artist who seems almost too cool for his own good, but dammit if he doesn't pull it off. Night on Earth is an anthology of five short films, each set in taxicabs in different European and American cities on the same night. In Los Angeles, a chain-smoking, foul-mouthed driver alternately repels and charms her buttoned-up Beverly Hills fare. In New York, culture clash and unexpected friendship is found between an East German immigrant fresh off the boat and a squabbling couple of Brooklynites. In Paris, a driver from the Ivory Coast is intrigued and puzzled by a confident, testy blind woman he picks up. In Rome, a manic, crazed driver insists on giving confession to a priest in the backseat, horrifying him with tales of his odd sexual history. In Helsinki, men bond drunkenly over their increasingly depressing sob stories.
Some of these stories are funny and some are sad, some add up to a moral lesson and some to a punchline. What they have in common is a distinctly Jarmusch hang-out vibe, leisurely and unhurried, pleased to just spend time with and observe these quirky characters. Night on Earth thrives in a romantically grungy atmosphere of cigarette smoke and city lights, in a transient space where very disparate people are thrown together. Jarmusch is fascinated by the brief relationships formed between travelers of the night, whether tense and mutually hostile or unexpectedly warm and empathetic.
Watch trailer here.
Watch trailer here.
Raise the Red Lantern (Zhang Yimou, China, 1991)
In 1920 China, a young woman with limited options becomes the concubine of a wealthy man who lives in an enormous, walled-off compound. She enters a bizarre, insular world that she will never be allowed to leave, one that has functioned for generations according to archaic rituals. Tellingly, Raise the Red Lantern never shows the face of the wealthy man in close-up - he hardly registers as an individual, more as a representative of an ancient and unyielding patriarchal system. Instead, Raise the Red Lantern focuses on his new concubine, Songlian, and his three other mistresses. Each night red lanterns are raised outside one of their rooms, signifying that the master will be spending the night there - the women compete for his favors, since his attentions directly influence their limited but precious power within the household. The women can be terribly conniving and cruel, but we always remain sympathetic and aware that their narrow world has forced them to become so vicious, like rats in a trap.
Raise the Red Lantern immediately overwhelmed me with the painterly beauty and precision of its cinematography. Director Zhang Yimou alternates between dehumanizing wide shots and humanizing close-ups. In many wide shots, Songlian is overwhelmed by her surroundings, whether the labyrinthine halls of the mansion or the opulent decorations of her room. She seems less like an individual, and more like another piece of furniture - which, of course, is how she is treated in her new life, as merely an object, a purely functional thing instead of a human being. Yet Yimou also films Songlian with close-ups that affirm her identity - and as played by Chinese superstar Gong Li, Songlian is a gripping character. With only her eyes and her facial expressions Gong Li can express multitudes - guileless heartbreak and imperious cruelty, sadness and hope and fury. She can be both fascinatingly enigmatic and emotionally open. It's an astonishing performance.
Raise the Red Lantern is a beautiful film, but it's not the kind of beauty you can ease into; like the dainty-looking concubines, its surface is pristinely gorgeous but despair and rage are roiling beneath. Indeed, though it is PG-rated and no sex or violence is shown, Raise the Red Lantern is more chilling than many a horror film.
Watch trailer here.
In 1920 China, a young woman with limited options becomes the concubine of a wealthy man who lives in an enormous, walled-off compound. She enters a bizarre, insular world that she will never be allowed to leave, one that has functioned for generations according to archaic rituals. Tellingly, Raise the Red Lantern never shows the face of the wealthy man in close-up - he hardly registers as an individual, more as a representative of an ancient and unyielding patriarchal system. Instead, Raise the Red Lantern focuses on his new concubine, Songlian, and his three other mistresses. Each night red lanterns are raised outside one of their rooms, signifying that the master will be spending the night there - the women compete for his favors, since his attentions directly influence their limited but precious power within the household. The women can be terribly conniving and cruel, but we always remain sympathetic and aware that their narrow world has forced them to become so vicious, like rats in a trap.
Raise the Red Lantern immediately overwhelmed me with the painterly beauty and precision of its cinematography. Director Zhang Yimou alternates between dehumanizing wide shots and humanizing close-ups. In many wide shots, Songlian is overwhelmed by her surroundings, whether the labyrinthine halls of the mansion or the opulent decorations of her room. She seems less like an individual, and more like another piece of furniture - which, of course, is how she is treated in her new life, as merely an object, a purely functional thing instead of a human being. Yet Yimou also films Songlian with close-ups that affirm her identity - and as played by Chinese superstar Gong Li, Songlian is a gripping character. With only her eyes and her facial expressions Gong Li can express multitudes - guileless heartbreak and imperious cruelty, sadness and hope and fury. She can be both fascinatingly enigmatic and emotionally open. It's an astonishing performance.
Raise the Red Lantern is a beautiful film, but it's not the kind of beauty you can ease into; like the dainty-looking concubines, its surface is pristinely gorgeous but despair and rage are roiling beneath. Indeed, though it is PG-rated and no sex or violence is shown, Raise the Red Lantern is more chilling than many a horror film.
Watch trailer here.
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