Friday, May 25, 2018

DVDebut for Colin Kennedy and Ewan Morrison's 2015 swinging-sex movie, SWUNG

Other than Paul Mazursky's Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice there have been very few films of much worth that addressed the "swingers" scene, either back in the 1960s-70s, when this sort-of trend drew some notoriety, or even more recently. (Of course, it's still going on -- and probably always has been.) All of which makes the DVD debut of a pretty good movie titled SWUNG worth noting.

With a screenplay by Ewan Morrison (based on his
popular novel), directed by Colin Kennedy (shown at left) and starring Spanish actress Elena Anaya, the movie, up until its final scene, does a fine job of introducing us to the swingers scene in Scotland circa 2015 (the year the film first appeared) and especially of allowing us to see how that kind of polyamorous sexuality can add zest to an intimate relationship, as well as sending it wildly out of balance.

Our leading twosome, Alice (Ms Anaya) and David (Owen McDonnell), are currently going through a lot of problems. David is separated from his wife (with a divorce pending) and only rarely sees his beloved little daughter; he has lost his design business, is now unemployed and finding it difficult to navigate the maze of Britain's unemployment benefits; and he is mostly impotent -- which makes his relationship with Alice increasingly problematic.

We really do feel for this poor guy, and McDonnell's performance is encompassing enough to easily pull us in, as is that of Anaya, one of Spain's better actresses who has made a number of English-language movies at this point in her career. This couple seems intelligent, genuine, even funny -- the latter trait rather vital, since, as they are told at least twice during the film, a sense of humor is necessary for good sex among swingers.

How Alice and David enter this new world, what they make of it and who they meet (above and below) fills up much of the movie, and all of this is at once fascinating, appealing and disturbing. It's believable, too. The details here are specific and sometimes more than a little shocking (the kitchen-table sex scene is a lulu).

Eventually, thanks to Alice's job as journalist, we're introduced midway to a famous sex therapist/ex-madam/ex-sex-worker named Dolly (to whom this film is dedicated) -- played very well by Elizabeth McGovern, below and at bottom, in a stunning platinum wig -- who is able to coach the couple into its best sexual experience yet.

But then, as the movie heads toward its far-too-easily-accessed conclusion, events grow more telescoped than realistic, as David turns from only a middling asshole into a complete one, which pretty much discredits the supposedly positive finale.

This is too bad, since so much of Swung has proven so well handled. What will remain with you, TrustMovies suspects, will likely be some of the excellent earlier scenes rather than the story's silly, thoroughly unearned ending. From Film Movement's Omnibus Entertainment division and running 88 minutes, the movie arrived on DVD this past week -- for purchase and/or rental.

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Carla Simón's SUMMER 1993: a fine autobiographical slice of Catalonian life

In annals of rigorously unsentimental cinema of a child working through trauma into some kind of acceptance, there are not a whole lot of examples that TrustMovies can name off the top of his head. (Forbidden Games comes to mind, but it has been so very long since I've seen that gem of a movie that it may be more sentimental that I remember, and The Two of Us, as lovely as it often is, is most definitely sentimental.) Both these films deal with World War II, and the latter with the Jewish Holocaust -- which is often the case with these movies about childhood.

What is quite different about SUMMER 1993, the new autobiographical Spanish film from Catalonia (in Catalan with English subtitles) opening this week, is that it takes place nowhere near wartime. In fact, much of the movie unfurls in the bucolic Catalonian countryside. You could hardly ask for a more gorgeous, verdant setting, and yet the trauma that our heroine, the seven-year-old Frida, must endure -- the recent death of her mother, following that of her father some time before -- is not at all placated by that beauty.

As directed and co-written (with Valentina Viso) by first-time full-length filmmaker Carla Simón (shown above), the movie is made with the kind of deceptive simplicity that seems almost off-hand and improvisational. Performances are first-rate -- the two leading children are particularly amazing: as real as you could want -- and the adults on view give beautifully calibrated performances, as well.

The two young girls are played by Laia Artigas (as the seven-year-old Frida, above, right) and Paula Robles (as the four-year-old Anna, above, left), while the two major adult roles belong to Bruna Cusí (below, left) and David Verdaguer (below, right, of 10.000 KM), as the aunt and uncle who take Frida into their family as someone as close to their own child as possible. The movie never shies away from showing Frida as a child problemed enough to create additional problems -- some minor (a comb tossed out a car window) others major (jealousy toward her little cousin) -- for herself and her new family. All this provides additional heft in keeping sentimentality at bay.

Another great strength of the movie is the manner in which Ms Simón shows us almost everything from a child's-eye view, smartly replacing the usual exposition with realistic behavior and speech. The manner in which the adult family members talk "around" things so as to protect Frida; how non-family reacts to the child's skinned and bloody knee after a small accident; the question of what caused the death of Frida's parents (those who remember the late 80s and 90s, along with drug users, hemophiliacs and the gay community, will probably come to the right conclusion more quickly than others) -- all this is given us via dribs and drabs of very well executed dialog and visuals.

Though appearing almost improvisational, Summer 1993 is filmed with a careful precision that brings to life each small moment and situation. And though there is no war either imminent nor recently finished, because this is Spain, the Spanish Civil War and the dictatorship of Francisco Franco rest always just below the surface, mirrored in the political/cultural attitudes and actions of the different generations we view. (That's Isabel Rocatti, below, as Frida's grandmother.)

The movie is extremely episodic, and this may turn off some viewers. And yet, because each episode is handled so well, the resulting movie manages to build to a finale that is both surprising and somehow hoped for. No explanation is given for Frida's sudden outburst, but discerning viewers will, I think, understand and appreciate the psychological truth -- about loss and acceptance, love and hope -- that underpins the behavior on view here.

Stick Summer 1993, a major award-winner in its own country and at festivals worldwide, on your must-see list. From Oscilloscope Films and running 97 minutes, the movie opens this Friday, May 25, in Los Angeles at Laemmle's Royal and in New York City at the Film Society of Lincoln Center, before making the rounds of more than 20 other major cities across the country. Here in South Florida, the film will open June 15 at the Tower Theater, Miami, and the Living Room Theaters in Boca Raton. Click here then scroll down to view all currently scheduled playdates.

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

A good bio-pic about a rarely-explored woman: Haifaa Al-Mansour's intelligent MARY SHELLEY

Although Frankenstein, in all its many derivations, is almost never not in the crosshairs of our current culture, its author, Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, is much too rarely there. (One of the more recent and best of these derivations is the cable series Penny Dreadful. If you've still not seen it -- perhaps the best-written of all "supernatural" series -- do yourself a favor and Netflix stream it now.) Opening this week in limited release in New York, L.A. and via VOD the following week is a new movie devoted to this quite interesting woman and her late-teen/early-adult life.

MARY SHELLEY, directed by Haifaa Al-Mansour (shown at right) and written by Emma Jensen (with some help from Ms Al-Mansour), is not a great bio-pic but it is good enough to engulf the viewer in the place and time period (Great Britain from 1814 through 1818) and the characters of Mary and her family; her lover and mate, the poet Percy Bysshe Shelley; the famous Lord Byron, and others.

Older viewers may faintly remember a 1986 movie entitled Gothic, the only so-so Ken Russell version of these folk. The big difference here is that Al-Mansour concentrates on the characters of the women, Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin, and her stepsister Claire Clairmont, played respectively and very well indeed by Elle Fanning (below, center left) and Bel Powley (at left, below).

These two actresses are well abetted by the film's two male leads, Douglas Booth (above, center right, and below) as Shelley and Tom Sturridge (above, right) as Byron. Mr. Booth, in particular, seems to grow stronger and more versatile with each role. (Don't miss his terrific turn as the music hall entertainer Dan Leno in The Limehouse Golem.) Here he brings such charisma, beauty, intelligence and passion to his rendition of Shelley that you'll understand perfectly how and why just about everyone fell for the man and his poetry.

If the writing is fairly ordinary -- not bad, just nothing special -- the movie still holds you via its often dark period look, the story it tells, and the very good performances from the entire cast. Ms Fanning gets inside Mary well enough to bring you along, too, and Ms Powley's Claire, always in Mary's shadow, makes a sweet, sad, Look-at-me-I'm here-too! sidekick.

The various strands -- events and psychology -- that might well have led Mary to create her unexpected masterwork are brought to life appealingly and believably, and the facts of how and why this enduring tale was created by a woman and yet had initially to be published without that woman's name attached to it adds strongly to the movie's never-pushy-but-feminist-all-the-same conclusions.

From IFC Films and running a lengthy but never boring 121 minutes. the movie opens this Friday in New York City at the Quad Cinema and in the Los Angeles area at Laemmle's Monica Film Center, with its VOD debut coming the following Friday, June 1.

Monday, May 21, 2018

THE MISANDRISTS proves a step backward (or, rather, a return to form) for Bruce LaBruce

With Gerontophilia (back in 2013), GLBT director Bruce LaBruce (shown below) proved at last that he could make a movie and tell a story that resonated politically, philosophically, culturally, socially, and emotionally while holding it all together. Up until then, while he'd done each of those things at some point along the way via various films, he usually did this rather clunkily so that plot and politics, humor and emotion (very little of the latter, as I recall) stood apart from each other, never really melding fluently into the whole. Characters would often spout some philosophy before going back "into" character to further the plot.

This was often done humorously (at least I suspect that was B laB's reasoning) but it grew tiresome quickly. With his latest film (made in Germany), THE MISANDRISTS, he's back into this stand-apart format during which the audience is treated to political/gender philosophizing that, despite its being so important to the tale the filmmaker is telling, is still handled clunkily enough to keep getting in the way of his story and its very real and could-have-been-major entertainment value.

I had to look up the word misandrist, and the very idea that I had to do this intrigued me. We're much more familiar with the words misogynist (one who dislikes women) and misanthrope (one who dislikes the human race in general), yet we almost never see or hear misandrist written or spoken -- so unusual is its use in our society, culture and media for us to even be aware of the possibility of singling out the male as the dislikeable object. Mr. LaBruce, no doubt, is more than aware of this. Consequently the patriarchy takes quite a deserved drubbing in his film.

The tale the filmmaker tells takes place in 1999 (for whatever reason -- pre 9-11-2001? -- I'm not sure) in the German countryside in a supposed school for wayward girls, supposedly run by a group of nuns. In reality (or what passes for same in a B laB film), this school's actually a training ground for the Female Liberation Army, which is planning to take over the state, if not the world, by virtue of a secret scheme which we eventually learn at film's finale, and which seems about as goofy and and nonsensical as all else we've seen.

One day, as two of the girls from this school frolic sexually in a field nearby the woods, they encounter a young man -- an out-of-favor leftist -- injured and on-the-run from the authorities. One of the girls decides to rescue him, hiding him in the basement of the school. A few complications ensue. And that's pretty much the entire plot.

Along the way we're treated to the usual philosophizing (sort of), satire (sort of), humor (sort of) and very camp sensibility, the special combination of which is the hallmark of B laB. There are oddball moments of fun (a sudden Charleston done by one of the nuns), lots of sex (mostly lesbian but a little homo, via some gay pornography the girls are made to watch as one of the plot points here), and the filmmaker's penchant for overkill (a pillow fight among the girls that goes on ad infinitum).

LaBruce's goal, it seems, is to convince the world that boundaries -- sexual, gender, political, philosophical -- are all somehow nonsensical. While I can understand and somewhat identify with this idea, he is neither a witty enough writer nor a good enough filmmaker to make his case with any great success. Maybe B sees his role as mostly that of prankster, in which case, he succeeds. Somewhat, at least. Why introduce a "mystery" character peering out of the school's attic window early on and seen periodically along the way, and then never explain her existence in your film -- unless pranking -- and/or upending expectations -- is your main concern?

Performances by the oddball assemble cast are OK overall (they get the job done), but the actor who best exemplifies the B laB style is his semi-regular, Susanne Sachße (shown below), who plays the school's "commandant" with the proper style, subtlety and wit.

If you're already a major fan of B laB's work (outside of Gerontophilia, which is probably way too "mainstream" for his heavy-duty fans), you will probably embrace The Misandrists with much more zest and enjoyment than could I.

You'll get your chance when the movie -- from Cartilage Films and running 91 minutes -- opens this Friday, May 25, in New York City at the Village East Cinema, and the following Friday, June 1, in Los Angeles at the Landmark NuArt

Sunday, May 20, 2018

VODebut for George Russell's provocative doc about the uses of the internet, TROLL INC.

You may have heard or read about a certain internet troll named Andrew Alan Escher Auernheimer who goes by the alias of Weev. If so (or even if not), you're going to learn a hell of lot about him from the new documentary TROLL INC., in which Auernheimer plays a major role, acting as our host and guide through the thicket of internet trolling. TrustMovies admits he went into this film with a heavy bias against what he imagined to be the very negative/ugly/angry world of "trolling." Coming out of the doc, however, he felt both surprised and somewhat chastened at the realization that internet trolls -- some of them anyway -- might actually be serving a valid and important purpose by keeping the world's populace more aware of the how easily (often stupidly) we can be swayed by what we see and hear online.

As produced, directed, edited and even partially photographed by a filmmaker new to me named George Russell, the movie begins with an introduction to Weev (shown above and below) and to what internet trolls do and how they do it -- with an emphasis more on the positive side of things than the negative, which can move from mere nasty joking to stalking, hacking and much worse. For instance, we're shown how, in Australia, the internet was able to defend its own community from government censorship.

Early on we're told that "computer security on the internet is shockingly, inherently insecure," and then shown examples of this, such as the Apple iPad/AT&T security scandal, which Weev and his compatriot Daniel Spitler, along with the "organization" known as Goatse Security, leaked to the world -- and afterward, as you'll learn, paid bigtime for their efforts.

We also learn of that infamous and bizarrely funny would-be scandal, Amazon-Hates-Gays-and-Is-Delisting-GLBT-products, that Weev foisted upon the world -- for fun and also to make us more aware of the nonsense that can be provided some of our major companies due to their lack of proper security on the internet.

To the film's credit, Weev comes off as both a kind of necessary prophet and an asshole. "Being a jackass on the internet is a real career," he notes at one point toward film's end. He's a genius of sorts but mostly a provocateur. But hearing the thoughts of and praise from his many friends and compatriots should give you pause. As one of them notes (the fellow who paid Weev's parole bail after his Apple/AT&T arrest), "I bailed him out, despite all the terrible things he's said, because he has a strict moral code."  I think you'll agree with this once you've finished the film. Another explains that Weev is truly "testing the limits of our Constitution's First Amendment."

We hear and see various experts on technology and digital culture (above and below), dip into the nostalgia of Occupy Wall Street, and even learn about something called Gayniggers from Outer Space. By the time you've finished this exceptional documentary, you may find yourself less inclined to believe (or even maybe care about) much that you "discover" via the internet, while simultaneously becoming more interested in and aware of security issues -- results that I suspect would please both filmmaker Russell and Weev.

Andrew Alan Escher Auernheimer may be one of the weirder documentary heroes you'll have encountered, but he is a kind of hero nonetheless. What happened to him post that Apple/AT&T event, legally and otherwise, makes for most interesting viewing. Where he resides now -- this we learn during the final moments of the film -- is even more so.

From Virgil Films and running a swift 79 minutes, Troll Inc. makes its VOD debut this Tuesday, May 22, via Vimeo on Demand, for rental or purchase. (It may be available elsewhere, too.)

Saturday, May 19, 2018

U.S. Blu-ray debut for Abdellatif Kechiche's stunning, if overlong BLACK VENUS

Tunisian-born filmmaker
Abdellatif Kechiche, who has lived in France since the age of six, has now written and directed eight (very) full-length films. One of his hallmarks, in fact, is length. The four of his films that TrustMovies has seen are too long. His shortest (Games of Love and Chance) runs just over two hours, and his longest (Blue is the Warmest Color) a three full hours. His latest, in fact (not yet seen in the USA), is so long that it had to be split into two parts, with the first one running nearly three hours all by itself.

While judicious editing anywhere from ten to thirty minutes would improve each Kechiche film mightily (the filmmaker is shown at left), still, I would not have wanted to miss any of them. BLACK VENUS (from 2010), which makes it U.S. Blu-ray debut this coming week via Arrow Academy, may be the best of the lot -- even though at the time of its international festival/theatrical debut, it was rather roundly panned for being exploitative and/or sleazy in terms of its handling of story and lead actress, the memorable Yahima Torres (shown below). Again, I suspect this stems as much from America's ever-prudish sensibilities as from the too-lengthy scenes of the degradation of the film's main character, a black woman known during the time frame of the film's setting -- 1810 through 1815 -- as the Hottentot Venus. Audiences quickly got the point M. Kechiche was making -- yes,  this is awful stuff! -- but the filmmaker's refusal to tighten his scenes comes off as though he's unduly rubbing it in.

And yet, in many ways this is Kechiche's most powerful movie: Stunningly beautiful and eye-poppingly gorgeous in its new Blu-ray transfer (Arrow offers some of the best transfers I've seen), it captures the time and place in all their despairing, often ugly glory. And the story it tells of the abuse of this woman, born Sarah Baartman in South Africa, is such a staggeringly amazing and ugly one that it practically becomes an instant and major historical marker for the Me Too movement. (In this sense the movie was nearly a decade ahead of its time -- as poor Ms Baartman was a couple of centuries ahead of hers.)

Performances from the entire cast  -- Kechiche's usual "unknowns" (here led by the amazing Ms Torres, who, sadly, has done no acting work at all since this, her debut role) mixed with some very "well-knowns" (Olivier Gourmet (above and below), Andre Jacobs (below, right), and the incomparable Elina Löwensohn).

M. Kechiche proves himself once again a born filmmaker, despite his love of length and overkill. How he tells his tale -- beginning with a lecture given by and to France's leading doctors and professors regarding the sexual organs of the Hottentot, then arriving full circle, once we've learned the history and current-day story of our black beauty -- could hardly be bettered, save for the occasional need of those editing scissors.

The costumes, sets, and ace cinematography (from Lubomir Bakchev) all conspire to make viewing the movie a consistent pleasure, even as we move from the "peep" show staged in London (below)...

to the British high court (below), where our little "theatrical troupe" is brought up on charges to the environs of French royalty, who at least act somewhat better toward our heroine than do England's hoi polloi.

All the while, and despite (sometimes because of) the despicable circumstances of our hottentot, we find ourselves, over and over again, entering her mind, soul and heart. And Ms Torres' remarkable performance enables us to do this so easily, thanks to her seeming innate ability to simply be this young woman: to bring us into her thoughts and desires, her abilities and her hopes.

Where Sarah Baartman goes and how she gets there will amaze and disturb, and the filmmaker sees to it that every jolt sinks in, along with the very occasional moment of kindness or delight.

Despite its flaws, Black Venus is an extremely powerful film. I believe it only received a minor limited theatrical release some years back, so I hope viewers will be able catch it in this current format.

From Arrow Academy and distributed in the USA via MVD Entertainment Group, the film hits Blu-ray this coming Tuesday, May 22 -- for purchase and (I would hope) rental.

Thursday, May 17, 2018

Book Review time -- Don Graham's GIANT: Elizabeth Taylor, Rock Hudson, James Dean, Edna Ferber, and the Making of a Legendary American Film

It's rare that TrustMovies takes time off from his movie watching to actually read a book. And, in fact, he didn't. But because his spouse, Bruce Gorbel, is such a huge fan of Elizabeth Taylor and had only recently watched again (via TCM) one of her better films, Giant, when the chance to read and review the new book by Don Graham, entitled (with surely one of the longest subtitles in book history) GIANT: Elizabeth Taylor, Rock Hudson, James Dean, Edna Ferber, and the Making of a Legendary American Film, appeared in his inbox, he ordered a review copy and gave it forthwith to that spouse. Below is the result:

Reading this book is almost like being on the set of Giant, as the filmmaking took place -- so filled it is with detail, people (many of them very famous), and gossip. Especially gossip. The author certainly knows how to write well. He pulls you into the filmmaking process, what was going on in America (especially in Texas, the film's location), regarding the culture and prejudices of the time (the mid-1950s), as well as into the lives of the film's three leading actors  -- Elizabeth Taylor, Rock Hudson and especially James Dean.

However, the sense of being on set and observing it all acts as something of a double-edged sword. Just as the actual filmmaking process can be repetitive and lengthy -- all those "takes," over and over again! -- the book eventually grows a little tiresome, too. Really: How much new is there to say (and do we really need to know it all) about James Dean?

Still, for fans of the film -- and they are legion -- and for fans of these particular actors, Don Graham has researched and written a lollapalooza of a movie book: full of facts, possibilities, suppositions and even more rumors and innuendo.

Graham's insights into the personal interaction between the three stars are certainly interesting, even if somewhat conjectural. Surprisingly enough, it is supporting actress Jane Withers who comes across here as a particularly kind soul.

Much credit is also rightly given to the film's director, George Stevens, and to the author of the original novel, Edna Ferber, along with a nod to her influence (and her attempted influence) on the finished film. There is, of course, quite a difference between that novel and what the movie finally became. Reading this book will help you understand what happened -- and why.

Published by St. Martin’s Press, 
GIANT: Elizabeth Taylor, Rock Hudson, James Dean, 
Edna Ferber, and the Making of a Legendary 
American Film went on sale April 10, 2018. 
In Hardcover: $27.99 USD 
and via eBook: $14.99 USD.