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The Moving Pictures of ‘Ida’

The following review is based on a talk I gave last week to the wonderful Westchester Cinema Club.

Ida, about a young Polish nun who discovers she is the daughter of Jews killed during World War II, is a hauntingly beautiful film. Every frame comprises such a gorgeous photograph unto itself that I kept thinking about how movies used to be called “moving pictures.” As I watched, I also kept forgetting it was only shot last year–not just because it is shot in black and white with an aspect ratio of 1.37:1, which frames the image in a square reminiscent of vintage films. It’s also because it boasts the esthetic purity of more vintage films. Continue Reading →

The Unfashionable Charms of ‘Fading Gigolo’

Fading Gigolo, John Turturro’s fifth directorial effort, is a wonderful film. It also is what my mother used to call “not everyone’s cup of tea.” About part-time florist Fioravante (Turturro) who becomes a Don Juan-for-hire to solve his financial woes, it is unfashionable in some key ways: wry rather than snarky, tender-hearted rather than glib. It takes place in the multicultural neighborhoods of old-school Brooklyn rather than in the hipster playground now earmarked as the New York City borough, and it features men and women, often in compromisingly graphic positions, who are over 40. Perhaps most unfashionably, it co-stars Woody Allen in his first artistic effort since the controversies about his personal life resurfaced, as well as in one of his first appearances in a film that he did not direct and write. Continue Reading →

‘Draft Day’ Stumbles but Has Plenty of Heart

Ivan Reitman has made a football movie starring Kevin Costner, and the result is not bad. On the other hand, it, uh, fumbles the ball plenty.  An excerpt from my Vulture review:

By now it’s old hat to bemoan the ever-increasing age gap between male stars and their romantic leads, but Costner and Garner interact less like lovers and more like a father and his favorite daughter. With her ramrod posture and unwavering, rapt gaze, Garner always seems like the perfect daddy’s girl, anyway. Costner comes more alive in his scenes with Ellen Burstyn, who, though nearly as close to his age, plays his mother. She at least ratchets up his pulse whenever she stalks into a room.

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