Posted in: by Robert Horton, Contributors, Film Reviews

Review: 20th Century Women

There’s a talking dog in Beginners, the 2010 movie that won Christopher Plummer a supporting-actor Oscar. To be precise, the dog speaks in subtitles, which might make the premise easier, or possibly harder, to take. As a general rule I am not opposed to talking-canine scenarios; for instance, the title pet of the cult picture A Boy and His Dog makes a strong argument for the idea. But in Beginners, it was one thing too many in a film that already pushed the boundaries of cuteness.

Its writer/director, Mike Mills, returns with 20th Century Women, a movie with an attractive premise and cast. It’s set in 1979—a cool time to be young, despite what you may have heard—and it puts three distinctive actresses at the forefront of a coming-of-age story.

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Posted in: by Sean Axmaker, Contributors, Film Festivals, Film Reviews

SIFF 2011 Dispatch 1: Galas

Opening night—rarely a strong point of SIFF—arrived with one of the least memorable films of recent memory, but more frustrating one that had already opened theatrically in New York to tepid reviews. The First Grader, the dramatized odyssey of an 84-year-old man who takes up the Kenyan’s government’s promise of universal education to learn to read, otherwise hits all the right notes for a Seattle event, and does so with thudding predictability. It’s an uplifting story of triumph over adversity in a third world setting, a true story with resonance in recent history and current events, and a feature built on waves of swelling music and seas of the adorable faces of children to trigger the audience’s nervous systems like a Pavlovian response. What could have been a resonant exploration of the tensions left over decades after the Mau-Mau rebellion and the lingering feelings of betrayal from both sides of the Kenyan people simply checks off the issues before setting up stock conflicts and easy-to-identify villains on the way to triumph. I understand the SIFF was seriously pursuing a far more substantial feature that, by fault of their own, fell through at the eleventh hour and I applaud their efforts on that count. But that doesn’t make The First Grader any less unimpressive.

Mike Mills’ Beginners would have been a stronger Opening Night film on all counts, but I can’t begrudge star Ewan McGregor wanting to be represented by this film in the festivals’ “A Tribute to Ewan McGregor. It’s a touching story of a man and his father (Christopher Plummer) connecting late in life, when the newly widowed 75-year-old Hal comes out of the closet to his son Oliver—and the world—and decides to embrace the identity he had hidden all his life. Loving himself and living out his true nature allows Hal to open himself up to Oliver in ways he had shrouded in the past, as Oliver’s memories attest: Dad is absent from his past but for the back of a head always leaving with a perfunctory show of guarded affection. Mother (Mary Page Keller as a woman who embraces impulse and eccentricity to break out of her frustrated marriage) was his uninhibited role model and yet Oliver seems to have inherited his father’s guarded nature. Mills, inspired by his own experience with his father, gives the film a celebratory passion in the quiet closeness of father and son and the playful first-person storytelling, where gentle eccentricities and anxious memories and fears of commitment and loss swirl together with Oliver’s efforts to find his identity and be true to his feelings. Melanie Laurent co-stars as an adorable actress who brings out Oliver’s dormant impulsive streak, but almost everyone is upstaged by his dog, whose inability to speak doesn’t stop the subtitles from communicating his spot-on observations and generous wit.

Plays Sunday, May 22, 4pm at the Egyptian as part of the Ewan McGregor Tribute, with an encore screening on Tuesday, May 24, 4:30pm at the Neptune.

Beginners

Miranda July opened SIFF 2005 with You and Me and Everyone We Know (and ducked out of her scheduled interviews at the last minute with some lame excuse about winning something at Cannes). The Future, her first film since, is the New American Cinema Gala (the “gala” means a party follows the film) and is similarly built around the precariousness of relationships and the difficulty of communication between people, but this portrait of creative frustration and personal inertia is more precious than probing. Narrated by a shelter cat recovering from wounds (puppet paws, one of them bandaged, acts out this section) in a squeaky baby voice, it tries to remind us of the wonders around us if we could only see them, the possibilities and the hope that gets lost in the distractions and anxieties of living day to day, but beyond July’s perfect evocation of awkward conversations and uncertainty embodied in every gesture, The Future is as small as the little details that keep distracting our drifting couple (July and Hamish Linklater) from figuring out what—and who—they really want.

Plays Saturday, May 21, 7:30pm at Pacific Place and Monday, May 23, 4:30pm at SIFF Cinema.

One last note on Galas and Tributes: You may have noticed that the Al Pacino event, announced with such ballyhoo in the press  launch, is nowhere to be seen in the catalogs and schedules. He has cancelled because of timing issues: the event, it turns out, was scheduled for the night before the Tony Awards and Pacino is a nominee this year. So… no Evening with Al Pacino.

See complete coverage at Parallax View’s SIFF 2011 Guide here

[Editor’s Note: My coverage of the Seattle International Film Festival is cross-posted at The House Next Door.]