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Admirable, Slick, ‘Unbroken’

Louis Zamperini’s death this past July triggered an international outpouring of grief on a scale typically reserved for the death of movie stars or royals. It makes sense. In his own way, Zamperini, who was ninety-seven years old, served as both rock star and royal. An Olympic champion runner in his youth, he survived years of torture in a World War II Japanese prisoner of war camp – not to mention forty-seven days adrift in the ocean after a plane crash – and went on to become an inspirational speaker and youth worker who radiated enough love that he touched even the most ardent of cynics. It’s not surprising that a biopic has been made about his life. It’s surprising that such a biopic hasn’t been made before.

“Unbroken,” which covers Zamperini’s life from his inauspicious childhood until his 1945 release from the camps, is Angelina Jolie’s third directorial effort. It is also by far Jolie’s strongest directorial effort – at least in part because brothers Ethan and Joel Coen shaped Laura Hillenbrand’s gripping, eponymous biography into a script so sinewy that it would be hard to screw up its epic story of survival.

The film begins with a bang, literally: We’re on a B-24 sent out on a U.S. bombing raid of a Japanese-held island in the Pacific. Continue Reading →

Magical Social Realism: ‘Two Days, One Night’

There are few pleasures in contemporary cinema comparable to those of watching Marion Cotillard. This is not to objectify the French actress. In fact, I’m not sure if it’s even possible to objectify a woman who is so marvelously the subject of everything she graces. She deserved the Oscar she won for her portrayal of Édith Piaf in “La Vie en Rose”; she deserves an Oscar for nearly all her performances. So it’s really saying something that her turn in “Two Days, One Night,” the newest release from the Dardenne Brothers, may outstrip all her previous work.

It helps that this film is, like most of the Belgium writer/directors’ projects, a carefully layered social drama. Such material suits the unique talents of Cotillard, who is unparalleled in her ability to summon turmoil – furies, miseries, manias – without warning and at a pitch that is admirably unmodern. She stars as Sandra, a mother of two who’s been on medical leave from her job at a solar panel factory. Sandra struggles with a clinical depression that is exacerbated when her coworkers vote to save their bonuses (1,000 euros each) rather than her job. Since her family are barely on their feet as it is – husband Jean-Marc (Olivier Gourmet) is a kitchen worker, and they only recently came out of public housing – she’s forced to petition her sixteen colleagues with the question “will you vote for me?” when her boss agrees to poll them again in a secret ballot. Continue Reading →

The Absurdist Spacecraft of ‘Inherent Vice’

If “The Big Lebowski” is the ultimate movie about stoners, “Inherent Vice” is the ultimate stoned movie. It’s nearly impossible to watch this surprisingly faithful adaptation of Thomas Pynchon’s 2009 novel without feeling high ourselves. But dig it, man: Resistance to the film’s addled charms is futile. This is director Paul Thomas Anderson’s most lavishly light-footed work since 1997’s “Boogie Nights.”

Joaquin Phoenix is Doc Sportello, a private eye with a heart of Hawaiian Gold, and it’s a role he was born to play (though Joaquin seems born to play every one of his roles, doesn’t he?). Decked out in John Lennon shades and muttonchops to make the Founding Fathers weep, waddling in a pelvis-first slouch with feet splayed in Huaraches, mumbling in a drug-fueled burr, scribbling inanities like NOT hallucinating in his reporter’s notebook, and forever “rooting through the city dump that is his memory,” Doc is the love child of Doctor Teeth and 1960s-era Elliott Gould whom we didn’t know we were seeking. He doesn’t really know who he’s seeking, either – which, though an admittedly odd quality in a detective, is perfectly in keeping with this shaggy spaceship of a mystery. Continue Reading →

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