Americano
(MPI)
Talent must skip a generation:
son of French director Jacques Demy and his more talented wife Agnes Varda,
Mathieu Demy, wrote, directed and stars in this routine drama about a Frenchman
returning to California, where he grew up, after his mother dies; Demy doesn’t
give it the urgency which might make it more than merely meandering. Salma Hayek
makes a savvily sexy hooker, but another bad-seed celebrity offspring, Chiara
Mastroianni, rivals Demy’s onscreen dreariness. The Blu-ray image looks fine; lone
extra is a Demy interview.
(Warners)
Will Ferrell and Zach Galifianakis
play opposing senatorial candidates in this sporadically funny comedy that shows
how absurd and infantile American politics is—but do we need a lame Ferrell flick
to tell us (and one with 11 minutes of raunchier material on Blu-ray)? Ferrell basically
gives a foul-mouthed Dubya impression, Galifianakis is an unwatchably campy rival,
and running gags of punching infants and dogs wear out before they begin. The
Blu-ray image is good; extras include deleted scenes and a gag reel.
(Anchor Bay)
I’m no fan of David Lynch, but he’s
infinitely preferable to his director-writer daughter Jennifer Lynch, who made the
abominations Boxing Helena and Surveillance. Her sordid latest follows
a cab driver who murders a mother and keeps her young son in chains until they gradually
evolve into a sadistic sort of father/child relationship. The many gory
killings are reprehensible and pointless; I don’t get moralistic about movies, but
in this case, I’d make an exception. Why Julia Ormond bothers to make films
with Lynch—she was also in Surveillance—is
head-scratching. The Blu-ray image is excellent; extras are an alternate murder
scene and Lynch’s commentary with actor Vincent D’Onofrio.
(Anchor Bay)
In this perverse sexual fantasy
about a homely teenage girl whose hormones cause self-destructive behavior—written
and directed by a man, of course: Richard Bates, Jr.—Annalynne McCord gives a
fearless performance as Pauline, a typical loner who ends up acting on increasingly
grotesque dreams of gore-filled glory. Even if Bates directs the fantasy
sequences as titillation, McCord grounds Pauline’s behavior in an uncomfortable
reality. The Blu-ray image is top-notch; lone extra is a Bates/McCord commentary.
Night of Dark Shadows
(Warners)
On the heels his television show Dark Shadows’ success, Dan Curtis
quickly made two features in 1970-1 that captured the series’ flavor. Unlike
Tim Burton’s 2012 reboot, Curtis avoids camp but the horror isn’t horrific
enough to overcome the oppressive gothic atmosphere. Overall, the movies nicely
do what they set out to, and there’s a beguiling debut by future Charlie’s
Angel Kate Jackson—her perfect face, in close-up, is what hi-def is for.
(Eagle Vision)
Grammy-winning jazz guitarist Pat
Metheny displays his amazing six-string versatility in this special musical project
where he plays along a series of newly-made “instruments” built by imaginative
inventors. Although some of the music on this nearly three-hour disc has a
certain sameness to it, the tone and precision of Metheny’s guitar playing
remains a wonder to hear after so many decades. The Blu-ray image looks solid;
extras include additional performances and a Metheny interview.
(Arthaus
Musik)
Enrique
Sánchez Lansch’s probing 2007 documentary tackles the moral quandary of
members of the Berlin Philharmonic from 1933 to 1945, when the ensemble became
an official cultural attaché for Hitler and Goebbels. Lansch interviews the
last surviving members from that time—93-year-old Hans Bastiaan and 84-year-old
Erich Hartmann—and their often painful reminiscences vividly inform the
narrative of a cultured nation which turned a blind eye to inhumanity to
preserve itself at a horrible human cost. The hi-def image is decent; lone
extra is a 10-minute film of renowned conductor Wilhelm Furtlanger leading the
orchestra in a Wagner prelude in 1942.
(Kino)
If you’re in the mood for a badly
written, directed, acted and photographed 1964 Z-movie that does nothing in 70 minutes
except conjure memories of bad Ed Wood anti-spectaculars, then there’s nothing
I can say except: enjoy. Otherwise, Santa—rightly
on “Worst Movies Ever” lists—won’t satisfy anyone except unpicky kids who want
to watch anything Christmassy. You’ve been warned. The visuals, which look abominable,
aren’t much better on Blu-ray; though there are 45 minutes of archival footage,
it would have been fun to have a commentary by the MST3000 guys.
Coma
(Sony)
Novelist Robin Cook’s medical
thriller was turned into an effective if silly movie by Michael Crichton in
1978, with beautiful Genevieve Bujold as its star. Now, 34 years later, we get this
overlong, bloated, occasionally interesting TV movie starring Lauren Ambrose
and Stephen Pasquale as doctors who discover devious doings going on at their
hospital. The plot twists and turns are as ludicrous as they were in the
original, but the earlier movie’s faster pace has been ruined by a pokey
160-minute mini-series designed for a four-hour TV time slot.
Elena
(Zeitgeist)
A masterly dissection of the “new”
Russia—in which oligarchs outpace the working classes at a rate even greater
than the good ol’ USA—Andrey Zvyagintsev’s drama is best when silent: when all
else falls away and we are left with the naked pain and desperation of the
title character, a former nurse married to a gazillionaire whose own family is
ignored by her rich husband. Too bad Philip Glass’s risible and self-parodic
music downgrades every scene it’s heard in; happily, Zvyagintsev sensibly builds
the most powerful moments—beginning with the evocative opening shot—with silence
that speaks volumes more than broken Glass. The lone extra is a 30-minute Zvyagintsev
interview.
(Film Movement)
The French resistance
is seen through a new lens in Ismael Ferroukhi’s drama set at the Paris Mosque,
where the Muslim community assisted Jews to escape the Nazis. Despite
melodramatic touches, Ferroukhi builds tension without sacrificing credible
psychology as his young protagonist Younes becomes politically—and morally—engaged.
Tahar Rahim, memorable in Jacques Audiard’s prison yarn A Prophet, plays
Younes as an innocent naïf, a blank slate with which the director fills in Younes’
interior complexity. This tense chronicle shows a multi-faceted Vichy
atmosphere through the eyes of people rarely encountered onscreen: Muslims
putting their lives on the line to defeat Hitler.
(Criterion)
Roman Polanski’s 1968 shocker, from
Ira Levin’s novel, is one of the most frightening horror movies ever made.
Polanski’s matter-of-fact direction makes the reality of Rosemary (Mia Farrow),
her husband (John Cassavetes) and baby—spawn of Satan?—even more horrifying,
and when the movie spills over into the supernatural, there’s no turning back,
despite being couched in a plausible New York milieu. Extras include new
interviews with Polanski, Farrow and producer Robert Evans and Komeda Komeda, a portrait of composer Krzysztof
Komeda, who wrote the eerie score.
(CBS)
Karl Malden and Michael Douglas, a
hit duo, broke up at the beginning of the 1976-7 season—Douglas, who won an
Oscar producing One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s
Nest, was carving out a big-screen career—and handsome Richard Hatch came
on board. The new partners did well, but audiences dwindled, and this became
the series’ last season. A smattering of decent episodes (out of 24) includes the
opening two-parter, The Thrill Killers,
which sees Douglas’s exit and Hatch’s entrance; there’s amusement in nice girls
Patty Duke and Susan Dey as cold-blooded murderers.
(New
Yorker)
Jannicke Systad Jacobsen’s caricatured
comedy about a teenage girl whose hormones rage uncontrollably might have made
a fun, insightful short, but stretched to 72 minutes—though fairly compact for
a feature—it has little to say about Jacobsen’s protagonist, who spends her
time fantasizing about sex or trying to rub herself raw. Helene Bergsholm’s nuanced
portrayal completely outclasses her writer-director’s film. Extras include deleted
scenes and a director interview.
Joyce DiDonato: Drama Queens
(Virgin Classics)
American mezzo Joyce DiDonato,
who puts on various guises in this entertaining collection of baroque arias
sung by Queens and other royalty, is equally at home singing these extravagantly ornamented vocal works and contemporary music. Alternating works
by composers both familiar (Handel, Gluck, Monteverdi) and obscure (Cesti,
Ormandini, Giacomelli), DiDonato has an uncanny ability to inhabit these women in a vivid musical journey, inestimably helped by conductor
Alan Curtis and ensemble Il Complesso Barocco.
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