No Fond Bond Farewell
Craig 's final run as 007 leaves much to be desired
By Jim Delmont
The 25th James Bond movie and the fifth appearance of Daniel Craig as Bond, is a hit with critics and audiences on the Rotten Tomatoes movie review site, but not with me. As one who loved the new, tough, no-silliness James Bond in Craig’s debut, “Casino Royale,” his farewell is a noisy mess, excruciatingly long at two hours and 43 minutes, with a hodge podge of a plot, loads of unexplained plot threads, including whether Bond is married to his love interest, Madeleine (French actress Lea Seydoux, who speaks perfect English, which is more than you can say for many in the cast). Madeleine has an adorable pre-school daughter – is it Bond’s? In music and dialogue there are obvious notes of familiarity with the only married Bond movie, “On Her Majesty’s Secret Service” (1969, with Aussie George Lazenby in his only outing as Bond). Is this just teasing? Who knows?
SPECTRE is back, too. The fiendish international criminal organization, headed by Ernst Blofeld (here in the briefest of scenes, with a fine actor, Cristoph Waltz, wasted in a short prison interview). SPECTRE was prominent in the Bond novels by Ian Fleming and appeared in some of the earliest Bond films, including “From Russia with Love” (1963) and “Thunderball” (1965) and in its own film, “Spectre” (2015). This may explain why “No Time to Die” has a finale like some of the old Bond movies, with a huge criminal edifice in a remote area - with several levels and crammed with men in jumpsuits - is blown sky high.
The opening sequence, in which a child manages to escape an assassin is well done, but after that the film lurches from one incident to another, including an excursion to Cuba to kill off a main character, while Blofeld is replaced by another villain, Lyutsifer Safin, played by a splotched-face Rami Malek, who ruins his performance with a thick Euro-accent. Even worse is Swedish actor David Dencik, with his own version of a Mitteleuropa accent as the evil scientist, Valdo Obruchev, who has invented a biological weapon for SPECTRE tiny things, nanobots, that replace DNA and will somehow help the Lucifer leader to conquer the world.
The truth is that very little of this stuff works well with Craig’s Bond personality as we have known it. He guns down a lot of bad guys and is still skillful in a car chase, but he seems as lost in the plot as many viewers may be. For one thing, he’s retired and his 007 number in MI6 has been assigned to a black woman agent (English actress Lashana Lynch as Nomi). M is again Ralph Fiennes (instead of Judi Dench – why?) and Ben Wishaw is back as Q, the gadget man. Craig is too old for Madeleine (he dumps her at one point) and he is headed for whatever doom the script writers could invent (gossip on the Internet nails it, but I won’t tell). Almost all interior scenes in “No Time to Die” are shrouded in Rembrandt gloom for no apparent reason. Seen in a movie theater, the sound track was ear-piercingly loud, with music and sound effects blasting out as usual, while the spoken word vibrated into noise. I actually had to put bits of Kleenex in both ears at times. Cary Fukunaga directs in the manner of so many action movies today – non-stop noise and violence.
The jolly womanizer Bond of Sean Connery and many others is missing here, as are the Bond one-liners so overdone in the Roger Moore versions. There will be another Bond – hopefully not Nomi – and the franchise will go on. But Daniel Craig, over 15 years, brought a freshness, realism, and toughness to some of the best in the long series. He will be missed.
Woody Allen's 2019 film finally makes U.S. debut
'A Rainy Day in New York' now streaming on Netflix
By Jim Delmont
It’s probably impossible for Woody Allen’s 2019 movie, “A Rainy Day in New York,” to get a fair review. Released in Europe in 2019, its debut on Amazon Prime was cancelled here, as was any substantive theater release – the second because of Covid and the first because of an anticipated HBO documentary about Mia Farrow’s now-debunked charges of long–ago: sexual molestation by Allen of their then 7-year old daughter, Dylan, one of only two of Mia’s brood adopted by Allen. The other adopted child, Moses, older than Dylan, strenuously defends Allen and claims Dylan was coached by Farrow to support her charges – and Allen was cleared by two prestigious investigating bodies. American fans of Woody’s films couldn’t even get “A Rainy Day in New York” on DVD. Now, however, it is finally available on Amazon Prime as well as on DVD and it is a light romantic comedy, a soufflé of a movie, that falls somewhere in the middle range of Allen’s films.
What jumps out from this easy-going rainy romance is that the two leads, Timothee Chalumet and Elle Fanning, are doing vigorous impersonations of Woody Allen and Diane Keaton, who appeared together in Allen’s most successful movie, “Annie Hall” in 1977 -- Keaton then doing at least seven more Allen films after that triumph, which won her a best actress Oscar. Fanning’s impersonation is pitch-perfect and a wonder to behold. She was 19 when “Rainy Day” was filmed in 2017 and Chalumet was 21, so they make a likeably youthful pair as their campus romance comes apart in a series of unplanned hiccups during a weekend in NYC.
Chalumet’s impersonation of Woody is nothing new. As he grew older, Allen’s signature character – an exasperated but highly intelligent nerd – had to be played by younger men and he cast a series of actors in essentially the same role: John Cusack, Owen Wilson, Edward Norton, and even Kenneth Branagh! Chalumet is one of the best, doing Woody’s hand-wringing, wise-cracking, self-deprecation, stuttering speech and one liners with accuracy, but toward the end of the movie he slows down and shows more of Timothee Chalumet, and that is a good thing, for his character’s plight – losing both college and his college girl – is more poignant when he plays it more personally.
Countless themes from other Allen movies converge in this one – a love of NYC and golden age songs, misunderstandings and relationship confusion, resentment of elites, abrupt new finds in love and life, nostalgia for an urbanism long gone. As Gatsby (yes) and Ashleigh, Chalumet and Fanning leave campus for a weekend in which Gatsby will show her his New York: the beloved Carlyle Hotel, where they will listen to the pianist do classic songs (a tribute to the late Bobby Short, who did just that for decades there), to Broadway, to Central Park, and their headquarters will be the Pierre, for its view of the park. But Ashleigh, bubbling with naïve enthusiasm for her budding journalism career on the campus newspaper, has an appointment to interview a famous art house film director. This plot device causes a total breakdown of Gatsby’s plans as the film director turns out to be a neurotic who disappears; Ashleigh takes up with his screen writer, who learns his wife is cheating on him; all the appointments between the college kids break down; and it rains all the time.
Fanning is a delightful airhead, once identifying the phrase “The roaring traffic’s booming; silence in my room” as Shakespeare, but it is a line from Cole Porter’s “Night and Day.” A lot of Woody’s regulars are now gone: Charles Jaffe, Jack Rollins, Juliet Taylor, but his young couple, a supporting cast that includes Cherry Jones and Selena Gomez, and impressive rainy day in New York cinematography by Vitorrio Storaro, land this light-hearted and familiar Allen creation in the middle, not at the bottom, of his oeuvre.
Stream Dreams for Movie Lovers
Netflix and other online services dominate COVID era with endless offerings
By Jim Delmont
This is the time of year Top 10 movie lists usually abound and the public waits for Golden Globe, Screen Actors Guild and Oscar nominations. But, alas, movie theaters were either closed or sparsely attended this year because of Covid shutdowns – and movie lovers have had to rely on streaming services for new films, with Netflix dominant among the five largest streaming services.
Hollywood’s top production year was 1939, when multiple studios ground out 365 separate movies – and what a year it was, with “Gone With the Wind,” “The Wizard of Oz,” “Stagecoach,” (John Wayne) “Mr. Smith Goes to Washington,” (Jimmy Stewart) “Goodby, Mr. Chips,” “Wuthering Heights,” “Dark Victory,” (Bette Davis), The Hunchback of Notre Dame” (Charles Laughton), “Beau Geste” (Gary Cooper), “Gunga Din” (Cary Grant), “Golden Boy” (Bill Holden), “The Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex” (Bette Davis and Errorl Flynn), “Young Mr. Lincoln” (Henry Fonda), “Intermezzo” (Ingrid Bergman’s English-language debut), and “The Women” (all-star cast, including Joan Crawford).
2020 couldn’t match that – no year could ever match that - but with people confined to home entertainment, the streaming services shoved network and cable aside and set new records for streaming production and viewing. Hollywood’s production record of 365 films had already been broken by Netlix alone in 2019, when it provided 371 new movies and series, not to mention 14,000 other film offerings. Relatively new movies and series from Italy, Spain, Mexico, Germany, Russia, Holland, Turkey, and such Scandinavian countries as Denmark, Sweden and Norway were available with subtitles in multiple languages. I saw my first two movies in Flemish, one of the two languages of Belgium.
Significantly, Netflix alone, now with 200 million subscribers worldwide (including two thirds of American homes), not only beat Hollywood’s all-time record output in 2019 and 2020, but many of these new entertainments are series, running anywhere from one season to five or more. Seasons are usually 10 to 16 episodes, so that the number of hours of filmed entertainment is far beyond what the numbers of individual shows would suggest, thus eclipsing by many times the Hollywood output in 1939. “Velvet,” from Spain, has 53 episodes, each an hour and ten minutes long. Viewers could lose themselves by binging on series that originally took five to eight years to release. Binging meant watching as many as eight or ten episodes in a row, into the wee hours. It was something new in the U.S. – binging on an epic level, and in languages not understood except via subtitles, and the selection of those subtitles became an art: pure white, white on black, yellow on black, pure black, gray, and what size?
Netflix is the giant, with twice the audience of Prime Video (Amazon). Hulu is third. Apple, Peacock (NBC), and Disney are also in the race. Netflix started by renting out movie discs at a low monthly premium, but that was then. Now, less than 2% of its members rent discs, the rest are into the new offerings pouring out weekly and the huge library of past films and TV shows. I still get discs, and enjoyed this past year a prime-time soapy melodrama, “One Tree Hill,” nine seasons from 2003 to 2012, on discs: great young cast, good scripts, smartly done, and Sophia Bush, as Brooke Davis, is adorable. Another disc-only offering is the charmer, “White Collar,” which collared one of the cast from “One Tree Hill,” Hilarie Burton, casting her opposite Matt Bomer, who seemed born to play the handsome, likeable con-man, Neal Caffrey, in Jeff Eastin’s sophisticated caper series, with witty scripts, a NYC that is always in summertime, and a great core cast.
But from streaming only, and mostly from Netflix, here are my Top 10 for 2020:
“The Crown.” Still in progress, the first four seasons on the life of Queen Elizabeth II, are masterpieces of film art: superb scripts, magnificent backgrounds and costumes, excellent acting, knockout cinematography, and a heavy sense of history against which the all-too-human behavior of the royals unfolds. Claire Foy as the young Elizabeth, Emma Corrin as Princess Di, Josh O’Connor as the younger Prince Charles, and John Lithgow as Winston Churchill, are unforgettable. It’s current season has six Golden Globe nominations.
“Outlander.” This rousing, mostly 18th century bodice-ripper could give “Gone with the Wind” a run for its money. A terrific yarn about a 20th century woman doctor who is vaulted back into the 18th century Scottish Highlands, Scottish patriots then at war with England, is an epic love story, a vast adventure - the canvas for which runs from Scotland to Versailles France, to ocean voyages, Jamaica, colonial America, and back to 20th century Boston and England. Irish actress Caitriona (“Katrina”) Balfe and Scottish actor Sam Heughan are the iconic lovers Claire and Jamie, larger than life, soulmates for eternity, utterly charming in their performances, as haunting as the theme song (give it a listen on You Tube), and altogether more than you can take, as is the plot with its wars, babies, time travel, shipwrecks, dungeons, castles, horrendous villains, manly heroes, endless close calls, redemption and a world record for sexual encounters on screen by a married couple. The show, which is still running, does have a major drawback, so be cautioned: sexual violence abounds, including rapes of both genders, torture, sadism and other gratutitous violence. It could have been made without these excesses, and would have been in 1939, or maybe even 1989. This is a major drawback in an otherwise hugely entertaining project. Definitely not for children.
“The Queen’s Gambit.” A 7-episode mini-series about a chess prodigy in 1960s USA, this visually and speech-stylized period piece is made fascinating by English actress Anya Taylor-Joy’s controlled eccentricity in a character study of unhappy genius that is mesmerizing.
“Grand Hotel” (the three-season series from Spain, not the several others with the same title). Ramon Campos and his Bambu Productions offer an upstairs/downstairs forbidden love story, plus Agatha Christie-style murders (she appears as a young woman in a cameo), stolen babies, kidnappings, hateful villains, and the best-looking romantic pair since Laurence Olivier and Vivien Leigh: actress Amaia Salamanca, a blonde beauty and fabulous performer, as the daughter of the evil owner of a grand resort hotel in Spain in 1906, and her lover, a waiter there, played by the impossibly handsome Yon Gonzalez in a romance for the ages. Critics and viewers alike claim this is a series that is impossible to stop watching, with its many twists and turns of plot, huge cast, glorious fashions, and old-fashioned true love. Like many Ramos films, it is relatively clean, almost genteel much of the way.
“Fauda.” A near-documentary three-season portrayal of Palestinian-Israeli intelligence agents, starring a no-name cast (and almost none look like actors) in which spies and secret agents take terrible risks fighting terrorists. It is kind to both sides (which often cooperate against the really bad guys like ISIS), forbidden love blooms, there are casualties, and you can listen to two fascinating ancient languages: Hebrew and Arabic. This offbeat drama showcases life in Palestine, is respectful of Islam, has anti-heroes rather than heroes, and is altogether compelling.
“Velvet.” Another Campos project, again with separated lovers, again in Spain, this 53-episode, four season binger has a Dickensian plot of an orphan girl (played by the touchingly lovely child actress, Paula Gonzalez) who goes to live with her older uncle who has a small apartment in the lower level of a giant department (fashion) store in Madrid, as do most of the employees and seamstresses. As a child, she falls in with the child son of the owners, a friendship sure to cause trouble later. Full of subplots and comedy relief, it stars the lovely Paula Echevarria as Ana, the socially unworthy young lover of the owner (but a budding fashion design star herself), Miguel Angel Silvestre, as Alberto, the manly, likeable star-crossed lover of Ana, who is heir to the failing store, and the sexy, gifted comic actress Marta Hazas, who would be a smash in American sitcoms. Also in the cast, and really unrecognizable, is Amaia Salamanca again, but this time as a dark-haired obnoxious villain. Like “Grand Hotel” this series is relatively clean, though with plenty of assignations in which lovers manage to keep their clothes on while actively sinning. It was so popular in Spain, that it had a two-year sequel, “Velvet Collection,” set in Barcelona.
“The Expanse.” This thoughtful sci-fi series is on Prime Video, now in its 5thseason. Strong characters, great special effects, a real grasp of international politics and race relations (in the future, when Mars and the Asteroid Belt have been colonized), and a very inventive script that includes a “Belter” language/accent, offers romance, danger, science run wild, and some terrific actors in a multicultural cast, including Steven Strait, Dominique Tipper, Wes Chatham, Shohreh Aghdashloo, and Thomas Jane.
“Morocco: A Time of Love and War” (“Tiempos de Guerra” in Spanish) is only one season long and very much like a 1950s American movie. Beautifully shot in the Canary Islands, it is a tale of young wealthy women from Madrid volunteering to be nurses in the Spanish-Moorish war of the 1920s. One of them is actress Amaia Salamanca, a blonde again, and once again in love with a man forbidden to her. It has a lush musical score, gorgeous cinematography and lighting (both interior and outdoors) 1920s fashions, brave men and strong women, a terrific performance by Alicia Borrachero as the iron-willed, middle-aged Duchess who runs the new Red Cross hospital and won’t take orders from the army, startlingly realistic battle scenes, lots of sentiment, two pairs of star-crossed lovers, plus palm trees and sunshine. The mustachioed war heroes, Alex Garcia and Alex Gadea, are right out of 1930s Hollywood. This is a family movie series and a very good one.
“Versailles.” A beautiful mini-series on Louis XIV as a young monarch building the Versailles palace and grounds so as to relocate and concentrate all the enemies he has in Paris and in regional castles. Court life becomes obligatory for everyone with ambition and a fine cast live out the true events that included royal love affairs, marriages, schemes and plots, loyalty and disloyalty, and the foundation of the long reign of the “Sun King.” The interiors and exteriors of Versailles are stunning.
“Perdida,” an often brutal Spanish TV series about a woman kidnapped in Madrid and taken to the lair of a drug lord in Colombia. Despite raw violence and many scenes in prison, it is an astonishing tale of moral redemption.
An honorary 11th place to “Mank,” a two-hour movie shot in black and white and a witty homage to “Citizen Kane.” Employing some of the visual tricks the famous cinematographer Gregg Toland brought to “Kane,” it is the story of Herman Mankiewicz writing his Oscar-winning screen play for “Kane” in 90 days while holed up in the desert with a broken leg in a cast, drinking his way through the ordeal. Winner of six Golden Globe nominations (director David Fincher and his script, Gary Oldman as Mankiewicz, Amanda Seyfried as Marion Davies, and forTrent Reznor’s offbeat score. Overall, it misses (as does the eccentric score with its occasional 50’s/60s jazzy outbursts inappropriate to the period) because of a heavy-handed political slant and nostalgia by Hollywood for Hollywood. Mank was a bad drunk, but a boozy liberal who insulted the rich and famous. It will get lots of Oscar attention because of the nostalgia notes and because it fits with current Hollywood political conformism. Oldman overdoes it a bit, Tom Pelphrey is a welcome surprise as Mank’s brother Joe, also a scriptwriter, and Tom Burke looks and sounds just like Orson Welles. The musical score nomination should have gone to the cinematographer, Erik Messerschmidt (yes, that’s his name).
Also close is “Absentia,” an American TV series which may or may not have another season. The first episode is so disturbing, it is almost imposible to watch, but after that, the great Canadian actress, Stana Katic (a real beauty and a fine actress who did eight seasons as a police detective in “Castle”), launches into a series of high-powered adventures as an intelligent, martial arts capable FBI agent up against almost demonic forces in this three-season offering. Again, it is impossible not to binge.
There are so many other good streaming series and movies that a list of 40 would be easy to arrange. Among others: Jennifer Garner in her action series, “Alias” (2001-2006),with a great supporting cast and good scripts, proving she is not only a good actress, but a fine athlete; “Poldark,” from the BBC/PBS Masterpiece Theater family of period dramas, set in the late 18th century, it offers a British officer returning from the American Revolution to find his girl married and his estate in shambles. It’s a binger with a haunting musical score, magnificent views of the Cornwall sea and landscape, fine actors, romance and conflict, the poor and the rich, and lots of subplots; “Charite” and “Charite at War,” two German series about a famous hospital in Berlin, first before World War One, then during World War II; “Call the Midwife,” a series about nurses and nuns aiding the poor in a rundown area of London in the 1950s and after – hugely popular, it is now in its 11th season; “The Trial,” an offbeat, intense, artfully made series about an Italian prosecutor who takes on the murderer of a prostitute who turns out to be the baby she gave away when she was young and unmarried - many twists of plot, deep mood and look; “Riviera,” a clever crime series with the most gorgeous views of the French Riviera (homes, neighborhoods, and the Mediterranean) ever recorded, with a top notch cast, including Julia Stiles and Lena Olin; “Cable Girls,” another Ramos series, this time about women struggling for their rights in pre-Civil War Spain; “Monarca,” a tough, dark series in both English and Spanish, in which a family business is struggling to survive in conflict with a drug cartel in Mexico; the third season of “Babylon Berlin” was a disappointment, as was “Emma,” an over-stylized and self-consciously arty version of the Jane Austen classic, despite Anya Taylor-Joy in the lead role. The first two riveting seasons of “Babylon Berlin” were right out of Faulkner (think “Sanctuary”) if Faulkner ever wrote about the decadence of 1920s Berlin. The third season was Nancy Drew.
Among many movies of varying degrees of attraction were “Danny Collins,” with Al Pacino and Jennifer Garner; “The Midnight Sky,” sci-fi, slow and deliberate, but thoughtful; “Seberg,” the tragedy of actress Jean Seberg (from Iowa to fame); “Brain on Fire,” a clever story of an illness that almost destroyed a young newspaper reporter, played by Chloe Grace Moretz. Great fun, also, are the Johnny Carson Tonight shows from the 70s and 80s, on Peacock: the tapes are perfect, as if done last night, the humor better than today’s late night fare (and much less political), and you can see the national debut of such now-famous stars as Jerry Seinfeld, Joan Rivers, Eddie Murphy, David Brenner, Ellen DeGeneris, Drew Carey, and many others. The comic timing between Johnny and Ed McMahon, his longtime announcer, was perfect.
Finally, all of the Marvel action series, written more for adults than the younger crowd, they make for terrific entertainment, each with its own music, cinematography, mood, and story-line. While they can be seen separately, they twine together and online sources have the proper order for watching them in correct sequence: “Daredevil,” “Jessica Jones” (Emmy-winning intro music and a knockout performance by Krysten Ritter in the lead); “Luke Cage,” a Harlem based crime series with great work by Mike Colter, Mahershala Ali and a hair-raising turn as a crazy villain by Alfre Woodard. The black-themed musical score is outstanding; “The Iron Fist,” with fine work from Finn Jones, Jessica Henwick, and the much underrated Tom Pelphrey, who works magic with every line of dialogue. But skip the second season, which wanders off; “The Punisher,” beautifully written and acted, it is a brutal, fascinating, heart-pumping action series with perhaps the role of a lifetime for tough guy Jon Bernthal.
Various actors, like Rosario Dawson, Carrie-Anne Moss and the marvelous Wai Ching Ho as the elderly cartel empress, Madame Gao, seem to show up in all the series, playing the same character each time. These shows are not for kids, and each is a gem in terms of script, mood, acting, music.
There is now so much to cover that no single critic or group of critics, could review everything now pouring forth from cable, streaming services, and the networks. It’s not 1939 anymore.
Spanish TV series 'Grand Hotel,' 'Morocco' win U.S. fans
By Jim Delmont
With movie theaters either closed or scarcely attended – and the release of the latest James Bond film, “No Time to Die” (Daniel Craig’s last outing as Bond) delayed again and again – movie lovers have had to rely on streaming services for new films, many of them from foreign countries. Americans who rarely attended art house theaters to read subtitles for French, Swedish, German or Italian films, are now doing it regularly on Netflix and Amazon Prime Video, as some of the best movies and mini-series, TV shows and documentaries, are from abroad. Not all of it is new, but it is new to us.
Netflix alone had already overcome Hollywood in total production and total spending on new projects by 2018, causing a storm of controversy over whether it was killing theaters as well as the older Hollywood studios. Then came Covid. In 2020, Netflix has become a giant, as has Amazon Prime Video, producing new movies and reviving older TV shows and foreign offerings for the American market. Martin Scorsese’s “The Irishman,” with a budget above $150 million, was turned down by Paramount, but snatched up by Netflix, which spent a small fortune promoting it, then – after the briefest of theater showings - releasing it to its worldwide audience (estimated now at 170 million subscribers, of which 70 million are in the U.S.). Like “Roma,” another Netflix offering, it went on to win not only a large viewing audience, but 10 Oscars nominations.
Pre-2020, many said streaming services were winning viewers because Hollywood wasn’t making traditional movies anymore. The agreeable romances, comedies, sentimental dramas, and patriotic outings of traditional Hollywood had all but disappeared. Comedies and middle-class entertainment had moved to television and darker subjects found a home on cable. Both cable and theater films were replete with nudity, violence, and profanity, the F word proliferating in scripts like termites in a wooden house. The violence was often sadistic, and political correctness began creeping in.
Suddenly, in 2020, the old Hollywood was back – but it was in Madrid. Movies that might have been made in Hollywood in the 1940s and ‘50s, were appearing in Spanish, one after another. Some are ten years old now, most newer - and they are splashy, visually attractive, very romantic, not afraid of being sentimental, and largely clean in terms of language and sex.
American viewers began binging on Spanish TV series like “Grand Hotel,” “Morocco,” and “Velvet,” shows with beautiful people, splendid period settings, lush musical scores, melodramatic plots, heroes rather than anti-heroes, dazzling leading ladies – and, guess what? They can really act! Amaia Salamanca not only is lovely, but she’s a superb actress. The blonde romantic star of “Grand Hotel” and “Morocco,” she could turn a page and become the dark, obnoxious villain of “Velvet.” So complete was her transformation that many, including me – a film critic for over 30 years - couldn’t recognize her. She has the authority on film of a Claudette Colbert, the sensitivity of Ingrid Bergman, the mysterious good looks of a Garbo, plus a touch of Grace Kelly. In short, she’s a smash. Paula Echevarria, the heroine of “Velvet,” has the fresh-faced natural beauty of Paulette Godard and the sweet modesty of Olivia de Havilland. She is impossible not to like. Both actresses appear in separated lover sagas, Salamanca in two of them. The good-looking comic actress, Marta Hazas, if American, would be the star of innumerable sitcoms – her energy and comic skills in “Velvet” call up Lucille Ball or Carole Lombard.
And the men: Yon Gonzalez, the impossibly handsome star of “Grand Hotel” could be Rock Hudson or Jeffrey Hunter or Tyrone Power. Not only does he give a fine performance as a desperate lover in an impossible situation, but he also has to play, as a disguise, a waiter in the Grand Hotel – perhaps the greatest waiter performance in film history, replete with elegant submission, the most sophisticated of gestures, and total discipline - thus skillfully hiding his natural confidence and romantic boldness. The mustachioed war heroes of “Morocco,” Alex Garcia and Alex Gadea, are right out of 1930s Hollywood epics. Miguel Angel Silvestre, as Alberto, the heir of a failing fashion store in “Velvet,” who must marry for money when his heart is elsewhere, is boyish but macho as he struggles with his destiny. Character actors abound, especially older ones, like the nasty hotel owner in “Grand Hotel,” played by Adriana Ozores, or Jose Sacristan as the stern uncle in “Grand Hotel” and the equally stern Colonel in “Morocco.”
I’ve received emails from friends and relatives re “Grand Hotel”: “Help Me! OMG, I’m trapped in the hotel,” is typical of reaction to this period piece that runs three seasons. Set in 1906, the grand building itself, the exquisite period dress (especially of women), the crazy plot with Agatha Christie-style murders, secret babies, kidnappings, forbidden love, a hateful villain (done to perfection by actor Pedro Olonso), various subplots and even comic relief from a few characters, is half silent movie-style melodrama and half extravagant Hollywood Golden Age kitch – but impossible to stop watching.
“Morocco: A Time of Love and War” (“Tiempos de Guerra” in Spanish) is only one season long and most like a 1950s American movie. Beautifully shot in the Canary Islands, it is a tale of young wealthy women from Madrid volunteering to be nurses in the Spanish-Moorish war of the 1920s. One of them is actress Amaia Salamanca, once again in love with a man forbidden to her. It has gorgeous cinematography and lighting (both interior and outdoors) 1920s fashions, brave men and strong women, a terrific performance by Alicia Borrachero as the iron-willed, middle-aged Duchess who runs the new Red Cross hospital and won’t take orders from the army, startlingly realistic battle scenes, lots of sentiment, two pairs of star-crossed lovers, plus palm trees and sunshine.
“Velvet” has the Dickensian plot touch of an orphan girl (played by the touchingly lovely child actress, Paula Gonzalez) who goes to live with her old uncle, who has a small apartment in the lower level of a giant department (fashion) store as do all the employees and seamstresses. As a child, she falls in with the child son of the owners, an affection sure to cause trouble later. This has more subplots and added comedy than the others, but is equally binge-worthy. It is also the longest, at four seasons. Other projects by the same creative team (writer/producer Ramon Compos and his Bambu Productions) now on Netflix include “High Seas” and “Cable Girls.” You will rarely hear the f-word in any of them.
Who deserves to bring home a gold statue?
By Jim Delmont
This World War I film is like a dream, a melancholy dream most of the way, but as fascinating and inescapable as dreams can be. It is a tale of two British army corporals sent on a mission to stop a minor offensive against the mighty German lines, which have been fixed in muddy trenches for three years. The officer in charge of the planned offensive doesn’t realize that his 1600 men are heading into a German-planned ambush. The corporals convey a written order from a general to cancel the offensive and one of the men, Corporal Blake (Dean-Charles Chapman – Lannister from “Game of Thrones”) was chosen because his brother is an officer with the battalion in danger. He chooses as his mate in the task, Corporal Schofield (George Mackay – Bodevan in “Captain Fantastic”). They are both ordinary blokes with accents to match, ordinary soldiers doing their duty. This is definitely not a flag-waving patriotic movie, nor is it in any political way an anti-war movie. It is simply a battlefield story.
The action takes place over two days in April, 1917 (ironically, the month the U.S. entered the war on the side of Britain and France). The battle landscape is utterly fantastic in its morbid and grotesque details. Dead men and animals are smeared into the mud, half-buried, over miles of territory. Everywhere there are ruins: buildings, upended tanks, twisted bridges, burned and flattened villages. Through this nightmare landscape the corporals risk their lives every step of the way, but – it being April – here and there they stumble upon the blossoms of cherry trees, a little touch of natural beauty. The unexpected happens: a German biplane is shot down by British aviators and crashes near them; a young French woman is found, without food or milk for a baby that may not be hers; each man suffers wounds.
Director Sam Mendes, who apparently based the story on tales his grandfather had relayed to him about the war, skips the usual chatty background information on the two men. The story just unrolls with the men as they are in those moments, and the cinematography is seemingly one long take (though it isn’t – there’s a trick to it). In a sense, their mission is also one long take.
“1917” avoids stirring emotion until the finale, when it fits. There are echoes of both “Saving Private Ryan” and “Paths of Glory” in this movie, but it has its own personality. Both Chapman and MacKay essay their roles with a steady hand. The corporals are good at self-preservation, but not given to foolish heroics.
World War I killed 10 million men in four years and was probably the worst event in European history since the Black Death plague of the 14th Century – and it led to both the Communist and Nazi revolutions, the Great Depression, World War II and the Cold War. It ended a century of relative peace, prosperity, and scientific progress. It was just awful. “1917” has 90% approval from both critics and public on Rotten Tomatoes, was nominated for ten Oscars, and dominated the U.S. box office on its opening weekend. Well worth a visit.
THE TWO POPES
Also with roughly 90% approval from critics and public on Rotten Tomatoes, and nominated for three Oscars, is the charmer, “The Two Popes,” a mostly fictional tale about a reconciliation between conservative German Pope Benedict (Joseph Ratzinger) and populist-liberal Pope Francis (Cardinal Jorge Bergoglio). The film is based on a play by Anthony McCarten, who did the script - which accounts for the engaging dialogue and intimacy in the basic story line. In 2012, as the story goes, the future Francis wanted to resign as Archbishop of Buenos Aires and Pope Benedict opposed the move. When they met in Rome to discuss the situation, an odd friendship bloomed, as they disagreed, in a pleasant way, about many aspects of the Roman Church’s role in the modern world. Strongly hinted is the notion that Benedict, long something of a villain to progressive forces in the Church, was himself persuaded that Bergoglio had some good ideas whose time may have come. It would be difficult to find a better actor for Francis than Jonathan Pryce, who physically resembles him to a remarkable degree. Pryce, a brilliant performer, has won a Golden Globe for the role and is up for an Oscar. Anthony Hopkins is the crusty Benedict, and he’s up for an Oscar, too - in the supporting category. The film is irresistibly likeable, as the two men graciously parry and thrust verbally, each learning from the other. The Vatican sets (including a full scale replica of the Sistine Chapel, courtesy of Rome’s Cinecitta Studios), are impressive and create a grand mood which is carried into the scenes of Cardinals voting for a new Pope. The pomp and splendor of the Vatican is always fascinating, as are the ancient practices and rituals of the Church, including elections of popes.
The back story in “The Two Popes” is shown in flashbacks as Bergoglio blames himself for not being more of an activist, as a young priest, against the cruel reign of the military in Argentina in the 1980s, when thousands of students and others (“the disappeared ones”) were murdered by the regime, which also blundered into a war with Britain over the Falkland Islands, which brought about the regime’s downfall. The Benedict/Francis relationship may never have happened as depicted, and it seems unlikely Benedict would have voted for Francis after he resigned as Pope, but who knows? Two of the finest veteran actors in Britain make this story, something of a metaphor, work. Pope Francis has definitely been more liberal and the film has a few moments of what can only be called propaganda, but overall it is a clever story, superbly acted, and brightly presented in Cesar Charlone’s cinematography. It opens with Bergoglio preaching to the poor in a slum neighborhood of Buenos Aries and ends with him elected Pope. In between, lots of good moments.
Renee Zellweger is up for a ton of best actress awards and has already won a Golden Globe for her depiction of a failing Judy Garland in “Judy.” The year is 1969 and Garland’s career is in a slump as she desperately tries to keep custody of her children from former husband, Sid Luft, who has launched a legal offensive to remove the children – Lorna and Joey, both teens – from the vagabond performing life of their mother. Zellweger has been made up to look like the iconic Judy with her later short haircut and facial tics, and her halting manner of speaking - often with tones of irony or exasperation. She manages this well, but what really works is her uncanny ability to convey attitude, the inner Judy, a mix of anguish and pride, of deep personal doubt, but still capable – with the help of liquor and pills – of confident performance. A towering talent, who had made famous comebacks before, Judy is nevertheless conveying a cry for help. This odd mix, the poignancy of it, made her a favorite with gay men, who flocked to her concerts, offering their hands in white gloves, thrust en masse to the stage. This connection is downsized in the film to a friendship with two gay fans, with whom Judy has late night scrambled eggs in their flat, an experience of a lifetime for them.
Judy’s dependence on pills is shown in flashbacks to have begun at MGM when she was a teen performer. Though she wasn’t overweight, she was nearly starved by the studio and put on diet pills that initiated lifelong insomnia, offset by sleeping pills, which also became an addiction. As an adult, Judy added liquor to the mix. Louis B. Mayer is shown in “Judy” as a towering, well-dressed business man with an unctuous voice that carried a hint of menace. A nasty chaperone oversaw Judy’s weight regimen, which once actually included a dinner consisting of soup and a single lettuce leaf. Almost everyone in the English-speaking world (and certainly beyond) has seen Judy singing “Over the Rainbow” in the 1939 classic, “The Wizard of Oz.” Judy then was 16 but looked younger. The song, her voice, the earnest feeling she brought to it, was unforgettable. She became one of the most famous performers on earth, but the weight of fame was heavy, demanding, disrupting at times. Her weakness for new beginnings (five husbands), financial ineptitude (often by her managers and husbands), drinking and pills, wrought havoc. In 1969, her agent booked her into a major London nightclub venue in hope she could recover her equilibrium and financial stability. This is that story.
At 49 when filming, Renee Zellweger was almost the same age as the Judy Garland she portrays. This film is based on Peter Quilter’s aptly named play, “End of the Rainbow,” and has the succinct quality of a play, rather than the scattered anecdotal course of a bio. Yet the flashbacks (some with a young Mickey Rooney) fill out a life story, with Darci Shaw playing the young Judy. In London, a shaky Judy, drinking too much, on the phone a lot with Luft, who is keeping the children temporarily so they can attend school normally, knows she needs touring to make the money she needs for custody, but that the touring itself is the main danger in losing custody. Overwrought, she seeks consolation from a fledgling young producer, Mickey Deans, who will become her fifth husband. On stage, she triumphs, but also flops when drunk. The movie moves to a climax over her inability to perform regularly. The final scene is a knockout – and it is pathos rather than bathos because Judy’s situation was that of genuine personal tragedy. Zellweger mixes characterization with impersonation, and brings it off. She creates a great artist who is also an unhappy human being, and she does all her own singing, capturing the tone and range of Garland at that stage in her life. Renee deserves that Oscar.
Director Noah Baumbach has been the king of indies, usually filmed in New York, sometimes with Greta Gerwig, always with a sense of personal intimacy in exploring human relations - with believable dialogue - with some irony, some hope, some disappointment. “Marriage Story” is his masterpiece, loved by critics and audiences alike, earning a tableful of awards and award nominations. In it, Scarlett Johansson plays Nicole, an actress who is divorcing her theater director husband, Charlie (Adam Driver), as she relocates to Los Angeles where she has been offered a TV series. He prefers to stay in New York with the theater company he has laboriously built over the years. The main problem is custody of their eight-year-old son, Henry (played by nine-year-old Azhy Robertson). The movie is an essay on divorce, especially with children. It is heartbreaking and fascinating at the same time, like a car wreck. Both parties earn sympathy from the viewer, but with a tilt toward Charlie in the first hour.
Scarlett Johansson was so young when she made a film breakthrough in “The Horse Whisperer,” age 14, that it is hard to believe she is 35. She is still young-looking for her age, but as an actor she has matured, deepened. Adam Driver, a year older, was discovered by the public in the cable series, “Girls,” in 2012, but he has been involved with acting from high school and did a stint at Juillard after a patriotic enlistment in the Marines following 9/11. He is a brilliant actor, which was obvious from his earliest appearances in “Girls.” Here he is working at an Oscar-deserving level and has been nominated, along with Scarlett and Laura Dern, who plays Nicole’s L.A divorce lawyer. The Screen Actors Guild has nominated all three, too.
“Marriage Story” is intimate, mostly conversation, with a restrained musical score by Randy Newman. It draws the viewer in close, almost embarrassingly so. Whose side are we on? In the end, both. At first, Nicole and Charlie think they can work things out themselves, then Nicole allows herself to be represented by a cynical, confident divorce lawyer played by Laura Dern. Everything changes. Charlie is suddenly a deer in the legal headlights. He turns to a friend, an easy-going older lawyer beautifully played by Alan Alda, who brings understatement to every line. When he seems too soft to take on Dern’s character, he hires his own shark, nicely essayed by Ray Liotta. Things get nasty.
Then the couple meet alone again to see if they could, as originally intended, handle things in a simpler fashion, but a shouting match ensues, in which Charlie breaks down (Driver’s best scene – genuinely moving, in which he has a line, “You were happy, you just decided you were not now.”). In between, there are many domestic scenes with Charlie spending time with Henry and meeting Nicole by necessity, in which old ways sometimes assert themselves in a ritual as simple as she cutting his hair, as she always had. Perhaps show biz people should not marry one another, which seems to be true! Nicole has a career beckoning in TV in L.A., Charlie is quintessential New York City, as much so as Woody Allen. The question looms: even if the marriage is doomed, can the relationship be saved?
“Marriage Story” is not without humor: the court-ordered “evaluator” who visits Charlie when Henry is with him is a weird, stiff eccentric. The script has humor, usually ironic, but it simmers with love, too. Baumbach has hit it out of the park this time, as has his main cast. Kudos all around.
Scorsese's 'Irishman' reunites director, actors from gangster classics
By Jim Delmont
Much celebrated this awards season is Martin Scorsese’s “The Irishman,” a movie that unites the director with actors he used as gangsters in films as far back as 1973 (“Mean Streets”). What a reunion it is! Robert De Niro and Harvey Keitel were both in Scorsese’s “Mean Streets, De Niro and Joe Pesci were in “Goodfellas” (1990) and reunited in Scorsese’s “Casino” (1995). All three are in “The Irishman,” along with other Italian-American actors like Bobby Cannavali. Al Pacino is also in it. A star of all of Francis Coppola’s “Godfather” movies, he had worked with De Niro four times, but never for Scorsese - though both always wanted it.
This three and a half hour blockbuster was released to theaters a few weeks before becoming available on Netflix, which made its production possible. The genre of “The Irishman” is not that of the crime movie, nor even the gangster film, but perhaps most accurately, the Godfather genre. “The Godfather” (1972) was released a year before “Mean Streets,” and shot a year before that, but as a big budget production must have been in preparation for a much longer time. “Mean Streets,” a low budget film, was shot on the streets, much of it with a hand-held camera. It would make sense to assume that “The Godfather” was never far from Scorsese’s mind as he crafted “Means Streets” and, later,” “Goodfellas.” In a sense, this is his “Godfather,” complete with Pacino.
Like the “Godfather” films, there is a glaze of romanticism about these cruel characters and their peculiar tribal ways, as well as a keen sense of zones of male intimacy and simple codes of deference and status. Dialogue between two gangsters who know each other well, might run to something like this: “Something has to be done. I mean, it just isn’t right.” “No, it isn’t right.” “I mean, you just don’t do that.” “No, you wouldn’t do that.” “Something has to be done.” All lines are delivered low key, almost as though painful to utter, and the feel is intimacy, as in longtime relationships with mutual understanding. Other people are not in that zone. It’s very much a male movie, too, as the mafia must be, with women strictly as accessories.
Frankly, no one in the business is better at this style of acting than De Niro, who is utterly natural, simply brilliant, handling his lines throughout - and he is a subservient character throughout. The more superior, yet quieter character is Joe Pesci, retired from acting for decades but back for this encore. The tough little actor who was so menacing in his late forties in “Goodfellas,” is here a gentle and vulnerable old man, though still a crime boss. The scenes between Pesci and De Niro are the best in the film.
De Niro, as Frank Sheeran, a mob hitman and minor Teamsters official, narrates the entire story from his old age in a home for the elderly. CGI effects are used to make him look younger (generally they work) and make-up makes him look older (he, Pesci, Scorsese, Keitel and Pacino are all in their seventies). The narrative style provides a sentimentality as the decades slide by, underscored by hit songs of each decade and other nostalgic details. A problem is that De Niro is totally unbelievable as an Irishman, so hopelessly urban Italian are his gestures, voice, looks. Also, he’s about 5’9” and the real Sheeran was a huge Irishman about 6’4.” That he can speak Italian is written off as a result of his WWII combat experience in Italy. Also, the story seems to be mostly fiction, based on ramblings by the real Sheeran in his old age, which were put in a book. So fierce has been the criticism of the book and film that even De Niro had to admit the story is “ours” rather than Sheeran’s. The real Sheeran may never had killed anyone, definitely not Joe Gallo as in the movie, and it is unlikely he had anything to do with the death of Jimmy Hoffa, a main character in the movie. Regarding Hoffa, again an actor just doesn’t fit the role – Pacino, good as he is, simply is not Hoffa, despite the hair-do – he’s too Italian also. Hoffa was a thick-bodied thug, with an Irish face, and he had an edge of intimidation and threat about him.
Pesci, as the real mob boss, Russell Bufalino, takes a liking to the young Sheeran and brings him slowly into the mob and the Teamsters. Eventually, Sheeran gets a call from Jimmy Hoffa, the Teamsters racketeer who was hounded by the Kennedy brothers, with a simple question, “I heard you paint houses” (euphemism for splattering blood in executions). After that, Sheeran is Hoffa’s man.
Scorsese takes amiable shots at famous people: the mob helped elect JFK, then he turned on them; Sheeran met the oddball David Ferrie (who had false red hair and false eyebrows made of cardboard) during prep for the Bay of Pigs invasion (Ferrie was a suspect in New Orleans DA Jim Garrison’s investigative circus into JFK’s assassination); Nixon pardoned Hoffa as a political ploy.
A metaphor carried through the film is the morally suspect one that Sheeran was the good soldier in the Italian campaign, doing killing for his country, and he just carried on that work for Bufalino and Hoffa later. A fascinating scene near the end – and one of the movie’s best – is one between the elderly Sheeran and a young priest taking his lifetime confession and asking if he “feels” remorse. Nope, says Sheeran.
As the movie does have something of a documentary feel, truly alarming are the number of genuine murders by the mobs in the 1970s and ‘80s, with the screen providing subtitled dates and brief descriptions of how each was wacked in real life.
Besides the Oscar level work of De Niro and Pesci, strong support comes from Stephen Graham, an Englishman who has perfected the Italian-American gangster mode; he played Al Capone in “Boardwalk” and here plays “Tony Pro” Provenzano, an enemy of Hoffa - and from Anna Paquin, as a Sheeran daughter who can’t accept his lifework.
What really happened to Jimmy Hoffa in 1975, other than his disappearance and presumed murder, remains a mystery. In all likelihood, Frank Sheeran had nothing to do with it. Also, because this movie is so long, and available on Netflix/TV, many people may watch it in segments, which would not please Martin Scorsese, who may win his second Oscar for it.
Epic Combat, Period.
Sentimental, patriotic film stirs feelings, brings tears
By Jim Delmont
“Midway” is reminiscent of the 2001 Pacific War epic, “Pearl Harbor,” but without the two-best-friends-in-love-with-the-same-girl theme (a story line so old it goes back to the silent film era). “Midway” is just a combat movie, period. The fact that it has a mostly no-name cast works to its advantage, providing an almost documentary edge (ironically, famed film director John Ford is shown in one segment filming on Midway Island for his first combat documentary for the U.S. Navy, being strafed by Japanese fighter planes in the process). It is also one of those movies more popular with the public voting on Rotten Tomatoes (92% approval) than with the critics (42% approval). This is the reverse of the recent space thriller, “Ad Astra,” in which the critics warmed to the film at an 84% clip, while the public shied away at 40%. This is probably due to the fact that “Ad Astra” is largely cerebral, contemplative, with most of the dialogue a monologue by one astronaut and with not a lot of action. “Midway” is nothing but action: opening with the Pearl Harbor attack in December, 1941, and moving along to the audacious Jimmy Doolittle carrier-based bombing attack on Tokyo itself in April, 1942 (most of the pilots had to ditch, some captured, some killed, some saved by friendly Chinese), then to the Battle of the Coral Sea in May, a naval stand-off that saved Australia and New Zealand from invasion and was the first check on Japanese expansion, then on to the huge American naval victory in the Midway region in June – a dramatic turning point in the war.
Battleships, dominant in World War I and long before that, were by 1940 helplessly vulnerable to air attacks from carriers, as Pearl Harbor made clear. Aircraft carriers were now the faster and more effective warships of the Second World War. Midway was a battle between carriers, four on the Japanese side and three on the American - one of them, the Yorktown, had to be hastily repaired at the Pearl Harbor naval shipyard after major damage in the Coral Sea action.
Like some of the recent space adventure movies (“First Man” comes to mind), ”Midway” puts an emphasis on the size, noise and alarming vibrations of war machines. The aircraft carriers are just plain scary – monstrous craft heaving on the ocean - and the various aircraft, mostly dive-bombers, are dangerous, tricky, hard to land, and terrifying when in combat nose dives. A word about CGI – in this movie it is not only necessary, but is brilliantly done. In no way could conventional filming convey the absolute hell of tracer bullets and anti-aircraft explosions, literally filling the screen with an overpowering array of death-dealing color and light. How pilots could fly directly into such a canvas of destruction is a tribute to their courage, discipline and patriotism. Initial dive bomber raids on the Japanese were virtually suicidal for Americans, who peeled off in formation only to be shot to pieces.
Crucial to the American victory was the breaking of the Japanese naval codes by American intelligence services, who had been shamed by their failure to anticipate the Japanese carrier attack on Pearl Harbor. Stung by this embarrassment, they went all out to crack codes and anticipate Japanese carrier movements (Patrick Wilson, one of the few well known U.S. actors in the film, plays Edwin Layton, a chief intelligence operative vital to this success). The leading man in the film, playing a naval fighter pilot, is Ed Skrein, a Londoner employing a flawless American accent. He has that gum-chewing, irritating independence of many Americans in war films, but his character, Dick Best, was a real, not a fictional person. The major characters in the movie were all real people, ID’d at the end, as to their various fates. Better known actors play small roles, some merely cameo: Woody Harrelson, on screen a bit longer than the others, as Admiral Chester Nimitz, overall commander; Dennis Quaid as Admiral “Bull” Halsey; and Aaron Eckhart as Commander Jimmy Doolittle. Japanese actor Etsushi Toyokawa plays the famous Japanese Admiral Yamamoto, who is quoted after Pearl Harbor with the famous line; “I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve.” The line has appeared in many movies, and is reputed to have been written in his diaries, though scholars can’t locate it (he was ambushed by U.S. fighter planes while on a mission later in the war). Nevertheless, Yamamato often said the war could not be won.
The Japanese are treated with dignity throughout, in many scenes in which they plan action - often disagreeing about tactics - and in all combat scenes. At the end, the film is dedicated to the fighting men of both nations, an unusual note of respect. The private lives of the sailors and pilots is explored minimally, though Best’s wife and daughter figure in a few scenes.
Carriers were expensive, decisive in the naval war, and difficult to replace, as were the trained pilots assigned to them. At Midway, caught by surprise while most of their planes were on deck being refitted with new weapons, the Japanese suffered a breath-taking holocaust as all four of their carriers – one a flagship for the Commander – were sunk, along with a heavy cruiser that went down with 700 men. In all, the Japanese suffered over 3,000 killed, ten times the American toll, and a payback in lives equal to American losses at Pearl Harbor. Many skilled pilots could never be replaced. The American carrier, the Yorktown, was so wounded, it eventually had to be scuttled.
“Midway” is patriotic and sentimental, but the sentiment, which surely will bring tears to the eyes of many viewers, is due to the visceral knowledge that at the deepest level, human life is at stake and brave men are willing to make that sacrifice, total and final. This is a rare feeling that most civilians never experience, except vicariously, as in viewing a movie.