Undoubtedly the absolute version of Louisa May Alcott’s romance, silvery, witty, marvellously thrust, and exquisitely evocative in its Supplemental England period reconstruction. Cukor rightly emphasises the seasons, starting with a winter of discontentment as, with father serving in the Civil Contention fighting, the four March girls go up against the intention of growing up in reduced circumstances. But as the seasons interchange, so do joys payment, and the haziness offers an endlessly pleasurable series of vignettes: the breaching of the ogre’s citadel next door (to see it inhabited by a perfect kind old Homo sapiens and a rather personable offspring one); the disastrous completion of Jo’s deport oneself; the role of Beth’s piano, and the fluttering alarms of her period with scarlet fever; the anything else stirrings of romantic interests. The cement that holds all this together is Hepburn’s spectacular effectuation as the tomboy Jo, angrily resisting the approach of womanhood (’Why can’t we stay as we are?’). Cukor mines a mouth-watering vein of sentiment, not at all over and above-stepping the goal into slush, but it is Hepburn’s Jo, making a collaborationist choice of what she wants her preoccupation to be, who ensures that the cosiness isn’t all.
Criterion’s debut foray into the world of German Original Wave icon, Rainer Werner Fassbinder comes in the form of this two-disc edition of the director’s 1974 masterwork, Angst Essen Seele Auf (literally, Fear Eats Soul, anglicized as Ali: Apprehensiveness Eats the Soul).
Imminent the end of 1970, Fassbinder, who until that in unison a all the same had created a generous solicitation of profession films bridging his theatrical and celluloid coexistence, discovered American helmsman Douglas Sirk’s plan via a retrospective exhibition at Munich’s Filmmuseum. This exposure would get a lasting and occult influence on Fassbinder, providing an example of the effective basis of melodrama, which at the time ran counter to the philosophies of the new era of the German peel group. Of particular interest to Fassbinder was Sirk’s All That Heaven Allows which, apart from its Hollywood ending, brilliantly portrayed the at odds of find true happiness while conforming to social norms. In Sirk’s story, a recent widow finds herself in love with a younger man below her station. While there is disagreement as to whether Ali: Fear Eats the Vitality is a remake or not, Fassbinder certainly borrowed the concept and expanded on it, using characters introduced in his own 1970 The American Soldier.
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Inspector Gadget/
RoboGadget/
John Brown ….. Matthew Broderick
Sanford Scolex ….. Rupert Everett
Brenda/RoboBrenda ….. Joely Fisher
Penny ….. Michelle Trachtenberg
Kramer ….. Andy Dick
Mayor Wilson ….. Cheri Oteri
Sikes ….. Michael G. Hagerty
Chief Quimby ….. Dabney Coleman
Gadgetmobile Voice ….. D.L. Hughley
Artemus Bradford ….. Rene Auberjonois
Thelma ….. Frances Bay
Voice of Brain ….. Don Adams
A new standard for wretched excess is established by “Inspector Gadget,” a joyless and charmless disaster in which state-of-the-art special effects are squandered on pain-in-the-backside folly. Loosely based on the 1980s TV cartoon series about a bumbling bionic crime-fighter, this live-action misadventure isn’t likely to spark renewed interest in its source material. Nor is it likely to improve Disney’s B.O. batting average after its recent run of non-animated underachievers. Pic is written, acted and directed in a style broad enough to indicate that the presumptive target audience consists of young moppets with extremely short attention spans. But many preschoolers may be upset, if not frightened, by the shrill sound and fury.
Like many other live-action pics drawn from videogames and TV cartoons, this misfire grossly overestimates the novelty value of turning human beings into special effects. And perhaps more than any other would-be summer blockbuster in recent memory, “Inspector Gadget” proves that if you don’t have engaging characters or an entertaining story, you run the risk of eliciting a collective sigh of “So what?”
Matthew Broderick stars as John Brown, an idealistic security guard who longs to join the police force of Riverton City. While working at a technological research facility, he springs into action when intruders kill scientist Artemus Bradford (Rene Auberjonois) and flee with their victim’s latest invention. Brown pursues the culprits — evil billionaire Sanford Scolex (Rupert Everett) and his flunky (Michael G. Hagerty) — who counterattack by tossing an explosive into Brown’s car. Scolex loses a hand in the resulting conflagration. But that’s nothing compared with what happens to the security guard.
Indeed, there isn’t much left of our hero when he’s wheeled into the hospital. So Brenda Bradford (Joely Fisher), Artemus’ daughter, resorts to drastic measures. Applying the experimental technology designed by her father, she implants several thousand handy-dandy devices in the dying security guard, giving him a new lease on life as a gizmo-enhanced cyborg and renaming him Inspector Gadget — an entirely appropriate moniker for a guy who can extend his hydraulic arms across rooms, sprout Rollerblades from his feet and detach his ear to use as a long-distance surveillance device.
Gadget is assigned to the Riverton City police department, whose cynical chief (Dabney Coleman) is unimpressed by the prospect of employing “Columbo and Nintendo all rolled into one.” Even so, Gadget resolves to find the killers of Brenda’s father. And his determination grows all the more intense when — now here’s a novel plot twist! — he falls in love with the lovely scientist.
Meanwhile, Scolex — who gleefully nicknames himself Claw after replacing his severed hand with steel pincers — schemes to exploit the late Artemus’ innovations. As a kind of warm-up exercise he designs a robotic copy of Brenda. But he really hits his stride when he constructs an evil doppelganger of Inspector Gadget — RoboGadget (also played by Broderick). In one of the pic’s few genuinely clever scenes, RoboGadget stalks through Riverton City on massively extended legs, terrorizing citizens and wreaking havoc with all the ferocity of a certain giant lizard who recently co-starred with Broderick.
Here and elsewhere, it’s obvious that the production team invested a prodigious amount of time, money and effort in replicating the fantastical sci-fi elements of the “Inspector Gadget” cartoons. Tech values are lavish across the board, and the pic is full of such spectacular thingamajigs as the Gadgetmobile (voiced by D.L. Hughley), a sentient high-speed vehicle that looks like something left over from “Who Framed Roger Rabbit.” But none of this is likely to overwhelm audiences in an age when even the most wondrous computer-generated imagery is taken for granted.
Under the frantic direction of first-time feature helmer David Kellogg, the film careens from scene to scene like a Ritalin-deprived problem child. The acrid stench of desperation permeates the enterprise, as actors struggle to convince the audience — and, quite possibly, themselves — that louder and broader somehow equals funnier. Broderick makes a game effort but overdoes the gee-whiz ingenuousness. Everett is disappointingly pedestrian as the villain of the piece, but at least he evinces restraint as he goes through the motions. Other members of the cast pop their eyes, flutter their hands and make silly faces, all in the vain hope of wringing laughs from Kerry Ehrin and Zak Penn’s pathetically unfunny script.
Even with an interminable closing-credits crawl, “Inspector Gadget” clocks in at 77 minutes, making it one of this decade’s shortest major studio releases. Unfortunately, some pictures can never really be short enough.
Rating:
3 Stars (out of 4)
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This documentary on the rise and fall of the Ramones earned a write-up
in the New York Times as a work of troubled genius that would never get
distribution due to the many conflicting rights issues. But here it is
and, despite the fact that I'm one of the biggest living Ramones fans,
the film turns out to be a slight disappointment. Filled with the usual
interviews, old footage and photographs, the film uncertainly straddles
the line between outrageous and conservative. Besides telling the
behind-the-scenes stories, it does a good job of juxtaposing the
members' various conflicting stories, notably the 18-year feud between
singer Joey Ramone and guitarist Johnny Ramone over a girl. It also runs
through the band's lineup over the years, including the original drummer
(and sometime producer) Tommy Erdelyi, and the volatile, drug addicted
bassist Dee Dee Ramone, whose bizarre viewpoints earn him lots of
interview time (Dee Dee died just after filming completed, as did Clash
guitarist Joe Strummer, who is also interviewed here). Even though
singer Joey Ramone died in 2001, the film cobbles together a good amount
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DVD Details:
Rhino's new DVD comes with a whole slate of
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excerpts from Johnny Ramone, Richie Ramone, Dee Dee Ramone, Joe
Strummer, Tommy Ramone, Debbie Harry, Chris Stein and neighborhood
friend Ritchie Adler, plus "Who wrote what on the first three albums by
Tommy Ramone." The audio, presented in both 2.0 and 5.1 is superb, much better
than the CDs in my library.
With:
Joey Ramone, Johnny Ramone, Dee Dee Ramone, Tommy Erdelyi, Marky Ramone, C.J. Ramone, Joe Strummer, Deborah Harry, Rob Zombie
Written by:
n/a
Directed by:
Jim Fields, Michael Gramaglia
MPAA Rating:
Unrated
Running Time:
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Date:
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Comedy. Starring David Arquette, Anthony Anderson, Paul Sorvino. Directed
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The perpetrators of “See Spot Run” want you to know who in this brutally
dumb canine comedy is the idiot. David Arquette aside, depending on how long
you stick around, it might be you. “The smart one isn’t wearing any pants,”
reads the poster for the movie. By this account, director John Whitesell and
the movie’s stable of scribes must have been wearing at least three pairs.
Arquette, by comparison, fares slightly better. But watching him slip
around in dog poo and shriek all-too-true lines like “I’m covered in caca”
really, um, smarts. The lunatic star of the “Scream” series and “Ready to
Rumble” has graduated to the even less plum role of a slacker mail carrier
stuck baby-sitting for a neighbor’s skeptical son (Angus T. Jones) and caring
for an FBI mutt wanted by the mob.
Having ignored that unofficial Hollywood mantra about not working with
animals, children and Arquettes, Paul Sorvino plays the mafioso, who’s lost
$22 million and a testicle to Spot, a.k.a. Agent 11.
The film tries giving Arquette room to do his “thing” — acting like that
almost-30 dude still living in his parents’ basement. See David Arquette get
an electric shock, see him race from lawn to lawn with a slingshot and Super
Soaker, see rotund but magically nimble co-star Anthony Anderson jack scenes
from Arquette. It’s all a setup for more burning questions, for instance, is
there a Jim Carrey living somewhere in Arquette? Is there even an Andy Dick? –
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Advisory: This film contains cartoon violence and suggestive language.
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Comedy. Starring Bradford Tatum and Meredith Scott Lynn. Featuring Kelsey
Grammer and Jason Priestley. Directed by Tatum and Scott Lynn. (Not rated. 93
minutes. At the Lumiere.)
Kelsey Grammer shows up for two scenes in this deadpan comedy about
relationships, Los Angeles style. The “Frasier” star plays, with fey amusement,
a movie director who has commissioned a prosthetic vagina for one of his
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implies — his demanding girlfriend is Meredith Scott Lynn, who tells him
where to put it, and, finally, where to shove it.
Movie director Verk (Grammer) is also demanding, in his twinkly way. He
wants the sculptor — actually a Hollywood special-effects technician — to
redo the rubber vagina and make it more “O’Keeffey,” which he does. Verk
always wears a skullcap and in his second scene appears to be wearing a skirt
over hiking boots, but nothing whatsoever is made of it.
Grammer’s presence may be explained by the fact that he is directing Scott
Lynn in a sitcom pilot for NBC. All in all, this little indie novelty leaves
the impression of being made by a group of talented friends.
Jason Priestley is surprisingly sweet as a confidant who tells the sculptor
all the latest details of his love life and thinks the universe is sending him
messages. “This is a magnificent time to be alive,” he keeps reminding people.
– Bob Graham
Advisory: Contains nudity and raw language.
‘A GOOD BABY’
Drama. Starring Henry Thomas, David Strathairn and Cara Seymour. Directed
by Katherine Dieckmann. (Not rated. 90 minutes. At the Rafael.)
This debut from writer-director Katherine Dieckmann is a sly little picture
that starts out as a slice of lazy rural life and ends up a creepy
thriller.
Henry Thomas plays Toker, a misfit who finds a baby in the woods — a very
photogenic baby, incidentally. He goes door to door asking local women if
they’ve misplaced an infant, but he gets answers like, “I don’t want it. I
don’t have a solitary need for it.” So he’s a daddy.
Meanwhile, a salesman from “up north” named Truman drives into town selling
cleaning products. It’s quite a sight: David Strathairn as Truman, standing in
a rural gas station, trying to fast-talk the owner into carrying “Amerishine”
products — while in the background, empty plains. It’s an American tableau,
the entrepreneurial will in collision with the impersonal vastness of the land.
But Truman is more than Willie Loman on wheels. Strathairn and the director
do something rather remarkable with him. From the beginning, he’s eerie and
disturbing, even when he does nothing objectionable. It could be the extra
intensity of his concentration, or the way he invades the other characters’
space. In any case, “A Good Baby” re-creates that chilling sense that comes
when, in the middle of a pleasant conversation, one realizes the other person
is off his rocker. — Mick LaSalle
Advisory: This film contains violence.
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Lawrence Kasdan, a filmmaker I partake of both admired and disdained, wrote and directed “Mumford.” I’ve set up some of Kasdan’s previous films liking for “The Unanticipated Voyager,” “Silverado,” and “Body Heat” enormously fun, while others, “The Big Chill” and “Grand Ravine,” quest of instance, hoity-toity and dull. But with “Mumford” he achieves a pleasing balance of comedy, travesty, and character look at. Mumford is the pre-eminence of both the main character and the small town he lives in.
When the piece opens, Mumford has been in burgh about four and a half months and lodge up business as a psychologist. In this short time he has become the most favourite psychiatrist around, making several of his rivals sight just what he’s got going in behalf of him, what his covert is. Turns out, he is virtuous a exceptionally material listener. He pays close attention to his patients, and he’s just with them. He doesn’t try to snow them with high-flown psychological jargon or theories. As a result, people beloved him. At any rate, it doesn’t take prolonged for the viewer to attract on that Dr. Mumford may not be all he appears; that possibly he has a confidential of his own that nobody realizes.
Don’t look for authenticity in the covering. It’s down-familiar with, appear-good hokum all the way. The fib succeeds because Kasdan insists his characters be outlandish but genuine, starting with Mumford himself. Loren Dean plays the doctor with a natural, unforced, boyish mesmerize. If anything, Dean underplays the part, creating a disarming manner that emphasizes the doctor’s upfront openness and laid-move in reverse geniality. The doc not only wins over his patients, he wins over the audience as well; he’s the kind of guy we’d all equal to to tell our troubles to. His patients also dispatch a prominent part in our taking to the haze. Among them, Wait Davis plays Sofie Frizzy, a chronic depressive; Jason Lee plays Skip Skipperton, a young, withdrawn, nerdy, immature billionaire; Mary McDonnell plays Althea Brockett, a coercive shopper; and Pruitt Taylor Vince plays Henry Follett, an erotic fantasizer. Among non patients, Martin Short shows up as a shifty King’s counsel, Ted Danson as a macho blowhard, and Alfree Woodard as a congenial neighbor.
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the result is something almost unwatchable, like last year’s “Tomb Raider.”
“Resident Evil” is the first movie based on a video game that seems
inspired by more than a desire to sell tickets to a pre-existing market. The
film works within the rules of the game, taking place mainly in a single
setting and piling on a relentless barrage of action sequences. But there’s a
psychological undercurrent. The movie occupies a zone where science fiction
and nightmares collide and intertwine.
Milla Jovovich plays a young lady who wakes up one morning on the floor of
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deactivate an all-powerful computer that has just gone homicidal and killed
all its employees.
That’s the premise. The group has to get in and get out. Along the way, the
computer throws everything it can at them, including a laser weapon that both
slices people and cauterizes wounds, thus eliminating the mess from massacres.
There are killer zombies and a generic all-powerful devouring fiend.
What keeps it from getting ridiculous is the sense that this is all, in
some way, analogous to the process the heroine is undergoing throughout the
movie: She is recovering her memory. The action in “Resident Evil” is like
watching demons from the repressed unconscious break loose and attack the ego.
The movie also makes a further point, that the science nightmare of the future
is a manifestation of that unconscious impulse for self-destruction, loose and
invisible throughout the world.
Evil is residing within.
Advisory: This film contains violence and brief nudity.
– Mick LaSalle
‘JUNG: IN THE LAND OF THE MUJAHEDDIN’
Documentary. Directed by Fabrizio Lazzaretti and Alberto Vendemmiati. (Not
rated. 109 minutes. In English and in Italian with English subtitles. At the
Roxie.)
Amother brushing flies from her starving child’s face. Kids with missing
arms or legs. Mutilated corpses. No one who sees “Jung: In the Land of the
Mujaheddin” will be able to forget it, and few who see it will be sorry.
Sometimes being humane means not being squeamish.
This is an Italian documentary about an old journalist, an Italian surgeon
and an English nurse who travel to Afghanistan to set up a medical facility.
In the process the film — completed a year before the Sept. 11 attacks —
documents the sufferings of a people plagued by 20 years of land mines,
poverty and unending war.
After seeing this, no one should be surprised at the enthusiasm with which
the Afghan people greeted the recent collapse of the Taliban. “Jung” records
horror stories of men and women being beaten by the Taliban and of precious
goods being confiscated. The poverty and despair are heartbreaking. One young
woman, letting her hair down in Northern Alliance territory, says that she
covers herself only out of fear of the Taliban but that in any other country
she’d never wear a burqa. “What would I do with a tent over my head?” she says.
The film’s hero is Dr. Gino Strada, who always looks as though he’s just
rolled out of bed. This gruff, no-nonsense man turns out to be, in practice, a
kind of saint, working around the clock and against the odds to bring health
care into a hopeless situation. Being a saint is not an ethereal calling but a
hands-on job. In one scene, Strada operates on a man who has shrapnel in his
eye. In another, Strada is forced to amputate a young man’s foot using a
primitive saw.
On several occasions, the camera is turned on Northern Alliance leader
Ahmed Shah Massoud, who was assassinated two days before the World Trade
Center bombings. In a country with some wild-eyed leaders, Massoud comes
across as compassionate and rational.
A couple of months ago the narrative film “Kandahar” played here and was
praised to the skies, but after seeing “Jung,” “Kandahar” seems like a fairy
tale. Those who can take it will find “Jung” the real deal.
Advisory: This film contains violence and gore.
– Mick LaSalle
‘THE MOST FERTILE MAN IN IRELAND’
Comedy. Starring Kris Marshall. Directed by Dudi Appleton. (Not rated. 92
minutes. At the Rafael Film Center).
“The Most Fertile Man in Ireland” starts with the premise that the Irish
have trouble procreating. Then things really get ridiculous, and not in a
funny way.
Despite its wannabe-John Waters Day-Glo colors and odd camera angles, the
movie never achieves camp. Attempted farce mixes with raunch, politics and
religion, missing the mark on every front.
More steady of aim is Belfast lad Eamonn (Kris Marshall), whose little guys
can break through any latex fortress. He decides to earn some cash as a Johnny
Appleseed for childless couples, making his deliveries the old-fashioned way.
If you follow this movie’s logic, he’s bedding married women because the
Catholic and Protestant churches forbid artificial insemination. Adultery,
apparently, isn’t as frowned upon, because Eamonn’s priest gives him the
thumb’s up.
This stuff might have been funny if “The Most Fertile Man” were an
effective farce, but the movie rarely elicits a grin. When Eamonn’s sterile
friend threatens him with a gun and then says, “They’re just blanks, anyway,”
that’s as good as it gets.
Marshall often bugs his eyes as if he were about to burst. Though his
mannerisms are distracting, every show of enthusiasm is welcome in this
listless venture.
The movie collapses when it makes fun of “The Troubles” of Northern Ireland,
alternating photos of Queen Elizabeth and the pope to signal Eamonn’s visits
to Protestant and Catholic homes. To wrest comedy from a tragic situation, the
humor has to be extremely sharp or extremely dark. Here the jokes aren’t
pointed enough to even offend anybody.
Advisory: This film contains explicit sexuality, raw language.
– Carla Meyer
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As if most other genuineness shows, this one supposedly hooks you into coming fail each week to see out which contestants are getting closer to their object, in this case landing a shot at bent (whatever that implies, presumably “Making Love”) with Ms. Tequila. However, if you understand the back of the slim-line disc cases, you’ll see a epitome of each episode, clearly telling you which contestants Ms. Tequila eliminates and which ones she choses. Compassionate of spoils the rag, no?
Well, no, you can’t spoil the fun if you consider that the only real point of the series is to save viewers to gawp beautiful girls and hunky guys, even allowing most of the girls and guys on the show have done their best to disguise their attractiveness behind a abundance of skin markings, thickness enhancements, lip, tongue, nose, and eyebrow piercings, nonconformist hairdos, and stylishly erratic clothing. There are sixteen male contestants snarled along with the females, but I’m betting it’s not because the program’s producers were hoping to attract many women viewers. It’s all about men and boys looking at girls and hoping to see some flesh or sex or both. It’s all nigh sleaze. Still, watching the program just for lustful titillation also seems rather unfamiliar to me, acknowledged the amount of free obscenity on the Internet. (What do you mean, Am I talking from experience? Don’t be disrespectful.)
The quarry of everybody’s affection is Ms. Tequila, licit name Tila Nguyen, a young androgyne char in her mid twenties whose previous application to fame appears to be struck by been accumulating a distance number of friends on myspace.com. When the progeny spear contestants first catch a glimpse of her in person, they basically go nuts, doing cartwheels, drooling, babbling, and shouting. When the young female contestants look into her, they react in essentially the same way, except louder. Apparently, no one of them has seen a girl to come. Or maybe it’s the extraordinary of Ms. Tequila’s 800 tattoos that impresses them.
The setting for the corroborate is a ostentatious, tacky, four-story mansion that could not continue in a place like Hollywood–analogous to a metallic gold stretch limo with a bowling keepsake on the hood–wherein each player vies to out first Ms. Tequila’s hand (and wholly a lot more). Each of them attempts to woo her with various gifts, foods, talents, and sex appeal. Before long, the guys and gals are squabbling with people another and generally acting similar kind children. Which isn’t hard to learnt when you look at them.
Jesse Hendrix