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Saturday, June 30, 2012

Pavilion: BAMcinemaFest Review

NEW YORK Many teenagers experience life as perpetual drama, a series of mysteries and crises in which they are the constant protagonist. Tim Sutton's Pavilion is not about those kids. Bathed in twilight and unawkward silences, it envisions an adolescence not battled or endured but simply lived, for as long as it lasts. The nearly plotless, largely dialogue-free film is made for a small sliver of the arthouse demographic, but love from fest audiences could help its chances there.

Clearly influenced by the extended-take outings of Gus Van Sant and other longueur-loving auteurs, first-time helmer Sutton essentially puts his non-pro cast in a given setting and watches them: They play with fireworks, ride bikes, walk in woods. They climb a tree, or debate doing so; they find a lead pipe and swing it around. Viewers will expect this to be scene-setting in anticipation of drama, but it isn't: The closest we get to plot is when 15 year-old Max leaves bucolic New York to live with his father in a wasted Arizona suburb. There, cement culverts replace picturesque lakes, and kids spend afternoons good-naturedly failing to execute impressive bike tricks. Near the end, Sutton inexplicably stops following Max around, instead trailing a kid whose home life is slightly more colorful.

If these teens drink, have sex or listen to dangerous music, we don't know about it: Sutton isn't trying to shock us any more than he wants to keep us on the edge of our seats. But he does, with beauty-finding cinematographer Chris Dapkins, seek out defining sensations in his aimless scenes. Ripples encircle a boy and girl treading water in a chilly lake; buzzing streetlamps accompany impromptu bike repair.

Throughout, the film's subjects convince us they're doing nothing more than being themselves, so much so that a cynical advisor told Sutton he should market his film as a documentary. That label would prepare potential viewers for Pavilion's lack of story, but it would make a lie of the movie's patient, finely drawn loveliness.

Venue: BAMcinemaFest (Factory 25)
Production Company: Pavilion Project Media
Cast: Max Schaffner, Zach Cali, Cody Hamric, Addie Barlett, Aaron Buyea, Levi Dustin
Director-Screenwriter-Producer: Tim Sutton
Executive producers: Simon Mikhailovich, Russ Brownback
Director of photography: Chris Dapkins
Music: Sam Prekop
Editor: Seth Bomse
No rating, 70 minutes.

Radio Unnameable: BAMcinemaFest Review

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NEW YORK Arguing for the cultural importance of a figure known largely to an insular group of admirers, Paul Lovelace and Jessica Wolfson's Radio Unnameable finds community among the isolated New Yorkers who, for reasons of temperament or graveyard-shift employment, need a radio for company in the wee hours. Likely to find a small but receptive audience here, it also has just enough broader significance to merit small-screen circulation beyond its built-in fan base.

Starting in 1963, New Yorker Bob Fass hosted a program on non-commercial WBAI that epitomized what came to be known as freeform radio: an unpredictable mix of talk, music, and audience call-ins defined solely by what was on his and his listeners' minds. The agenda mightn't have been to promote new artists, but Fass wound up hosting the first performances of such period-defining songs as "Mr. Bojangles" and "Alice's Restaurant." The informal nature of the venue is summed up nicely here, with a clip in which a listener tells Bob Dylan that "it'd be great" if he could learn to sing better, and the songwriter responds, "well, I appreciate that.

Fass embraced a quasi-journalistic role as well, taking his tape recorder to Sixties protests and staying in the studio during others, giving airtime to eyewitnesses of police brutality. Discovering how vast his listenership was, he initiated "Be-in"-type events for both social and political reasons; counterculture figures like Abbie Hoffman became regular guests.

Lovelace and Wolfson chronicle this era with plenty of talking heads, in-studio audio and video material, and an atmospheric array of anonymous-looking film of NYC street life. Fass doesn't come across as a particularly fascinating man, but it's easy to see how his interests and dedication helped anchor a substantial scene.

As the Yippee/Hippie age trailed into Seventies identity politics, predictable clashes broke out at WBAI, pushing Fass off the air for a number of years. The film's account of his ouster and return is less compelling than what precedes it, illustrating his opponents' faults but (despite being clearly in his corner) not showing what, 50 years down the road, he has to offer listeners beyond sheer persistence.

Venue: BAMcinemaFest
Production Company: Lost Footage Films
Directors-Producers: Paul Lovelace, Jessica Wolfson
Director of photography: John Pirozzi
Editor: Gregory Wright
No rating, 87 minutes.

Friday, June 29, 2012

Tyler Perry's Madea's Witness Protection: Film Review

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Madea is starting to look a little tired.

No wonder, considering that shes now starring in her seventh film iteration for her alter ego, the alarmingly prolific actor-filmmaker Tyler Perry. But in the (as usual) self-branding titled Tyler Perrys Madeas Witness Protection, this prototypical angry black woman seems content to merely roll her eyes or mutter to herself as commit physical mayhem.

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Primarily notable for its adding numerous Caucasian characters into the mix, this tired installment of the ongoing Madea saga has her playing nursemaid to a white family headed by a CFO of a Wall Street investment bank who has been set up as the fall guy for a Bernie Madoff-style Ponzi scheme.

The hapless George Needleman (Eugene Levy) is in danger of being rubbed out for his cooperation with the authorities, so federal agent Brian (Perry, playing it straight) decides to squirrel him and his family away in what he laughably sees as the most inconspicuous place possible -- the Atlanta home of his irascible Aunt Madea (also Perry) and his crotchety father Brian (Perry, yet again), in an all-black neighborhood.

Needless to say, culture clash ensues, with the uptight family -- including Georges trophy wife (Denise Richards), his spoiled teen children (Danielle Campbell, Devan Leos) and his dementia-addled mother (Doris Roberts, in a fright wig) -- quickly set straight by their no-nonsense hostess.

Other than an early scene in which Madea violently takes an armed carjacker to task, the oversized matron is largely restrained this time around. Her principal foil is the rebellious daughter, whom she not-so-hilariously teaches a life lesson by falsely telling her that her family has been killed.

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Maintaining a consistent tone has never been one of the filmmakers strengths, but this effort -- veering wildly from broad comedy to sensitive drama -- feels even more ungainly than most. And as usual, the proceedings are interminably stretched out, in this case to a snail-paced 114 minutes.

Even such potentially amusing comic set pieces as when Madea goes through airport security, with predictably chaotic results, feel awfully half-hearted.

Still, any criticism seems useless, as Perrys loyal legions of fans likely will eat it all up. Others will enjoy the antics of the ever-reliable Levy -- who spends most of the film in a state of amusing semi-hysteria -- and the presence of such familiar faces as Roberts, John Amos and Tom Arnold.

Speaking of familiar faces, another one shows up in the obligatory end-credits outtakes. The surprise wont be spoiled here, other than to say that he doesnt appear to be winning.

Opens: Friday, June 29 (Lionsgate).

Production: Lionsgate, Tyler Perry Studios .

Cast: Tyler Perry, Eugene Levy, Denise Richards, Doris Roberts, Romeo Miller, Tom Arnold, John Amos, Marla Gibbs, Danielle Campbell, Devan Leos.

Director-screenwriter: Tyler Perry

Producers: Tyler Perry, Ozzie Areu, Paul Hall

Executive producers: John J. Kelly, Michael Paseornek

Director of photography: Alexander Gruszynski

Production designer: Eloise C. Stammerjohn

Editor: Maysie Hoy

Costume designer: Carol Oditz

Music: Aaron Zigman

Rated PG-13, 114 minutes

Big Easy Express: LAFF Review

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With the passing of bluegrass and folk music icons Earl Scruggs and Doc Watson earlier this year, the trajectory of American roots music was shaken to the core. Trendsetters in their day, these musicians helped create the gold standard of modern American acoustic music, along with legends like Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger and Bob Dylan. With the relentless ascendancy of frequently forgettable pop music, the baton has made a sometimes shaky transition to new generations, but Emmett Malloys scintillating concert-tour doc Big Easy Express reveals some of the leading trendsetters in U.S. roots music today, even if they dont always originate in the American heartland.

After the filmmakers took home the headliner audience award at SXSW, production company S2BN broke new ground this week by making Big Easy Express the first feature film available globally for download on iTunes Movies (where it charted in the top 25 within the first few days) prior to any other platform. Continuing to invert release windows, the film streets on home video in July (with 25 minutes of additional concert footage), followed by theatrical and VOD distribution in the fall. Make no mistake, Big Easy Express ventures deep into acoustic jam-band territory, where many may decline to venture, but the bands genuine camaraderie, infectious musicality and sheer joy of performance are just as likely to snare new fans as to rally stalwarts, regardless of format.

In April 2011, folk rockers Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros from Los Angeles, Nashvilles Old Crow Medicine Show and Mumford & Sons (roots radicals from Britain) set off on an eight-day, six-city tour aboard a vintage train, journeying from Oakland to New Orleans, the Big Easy, on what they dubbed the Railroad Revival Tour. Most of the concerts on the whistle-stop journey are smallish affairs, with several set at outdoor venues in proximity to train stations. In between, the band members, family and friends jam and party their way across country, developing unstoppable musical momentum that culminates in a packed show in New Orleans.

From the continuous opening tracking shot that glides down the trains narrow corridors, emerging in separate cars to encounter each of the bands engaged in lively rehearsal, director Emmett Malloy adopts imaginative shooting techniques throughout the film. Atmospheric footage of the striking landscapes the train traverses through California, Arizona and Texas sets the context of the musicians roots in the migratory, working-class American experience and provides scenic backdrops for impromptu track-side jam sessions. Creative use of lighting, black-and-white sequences and slow-motion techniques lends the film a distinct visual character, while superior sound recording and mixing bring the performances alive.

Despite mostly acoustic instrumentation, even on their own all three bands are powerhouse performers, fully committing to each sets tunes. Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros vocalist Alex Ebert may be the most energetic of the musicians, with his nonstop leaping and dancing onstage, but Mumford & Sons prove equally inspired, recruiting the Austin High School marching band to perform on their rave-up The Cave. Other highlights include the Zeros rendition of Home and Old Crow Medicine Shows bluegrassy "Wagon Wheel. The culmination of all the rehearsals on the train is an impressive three-band rendition of the Guthrie classic This Train Is Bound for Glory, performed at the final show in New Orleans.

Although barely over an hour in running time, Big Easy Express packs in an impressive array of musicianship, more than a few moments of joyous creative abandon and enough interludes of quiet contemplation to soak it all in. Its an affirmation that although some of the greats may be gone, their visions still live on.

Venue: Los Angeles Film Festival
Production companies: S2BN Films presents a Woodshed Films Production in association with B.E.E.
Director: Emmett Malloy
Producers: Tim Lynch, Mike Luba, Bryan Ling
Executive producer: Michael Cohl
Director of photography: Giles Dunning
Editor: Matt Murphy
No rating, 66 minutes

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Savages: Film Review

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To anyone who has missed the Oliver Stone of Natural Born Killers and U Turn while wading through the more recent and conventional likes of World Trade Center and Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps, Savages represents at least a partial resurrection of the director's more hallucinatory, violent, sexual and, in a word, savage side. This intense and unavoidably gory adaptation of Don Winslow's wild best-seller about the incursion of Mexican drug cartel mayhem into the United States has been made in a jagged, darkly trippy style that well expresses the story's tense uncertainties. But the pronounced superiority of the veteran supporting players to the young actors playing the central romantic threesome throws the balance off and leaves a high-caliber-sized hole in the middle of a film that should nonetheless play well to blood-and-guts-inclined men internationally.

Winslow's 2010 novel -- the prequel to which, The Kings of Cool, has just been published -- is so vivid and propulsive that you can practically see a movie in your head while reading it. For all its insane violence and dizzying plot turns, the story spins on a fanciful but believable love triangle among Laguna Beach's two most successful independent pot growers/dealers and their hedonistic free spirit of a girlfriend.

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With all the pressure the guys endure when a Mexican crime family puts the squeeze on them, the center, represented by the love story, has got to hold; it should beguile, entice, turn you on and feel special, as in Design for Living or Jules and Jim. Unfortunately, the trio, impersonated by Taylor Kitsch, Aaron Johnson and Blake Lively, seem rather junior league, the Triple-A team, where All-Stars are required. They're not bad, just not good enough when they have to tangle with the unbridled likes of John Travolta, Benicio Del Toro and Salma Hayek as assorted cohorts and adversaries.

Lively's easygoing SoCal beach girl, commonly known as O (as in Ophelia, her birth name, and orgasm, a propensity for which she is well known), narrates the tale with noticeably less energy than the film itself possesses and an omniscience that makes no sense if you think about it. Within the first 15 minutes, she gets it on with both Chon (Kitsch), a hotheaded and hard-bodied former Navy SEAL, and sensitive save-the-world do-gooder Ben (Johnson), who's the best botanist ever to turn his talents to designer weed. Living in an enviable oceanside crib, they make and distribute superdope for discerning patrons able to pay for it and live the great life as a result.

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But while U.S. law enforcement has been persuaded to look the other way, such success attracts the notice of Elena (Hayek), a cartel queen whose losing battle with rival El Azul in Mexico has her looking for opportunities north of the border. Out of the blue, Chon and Ben receive an offer they're not at liberty to refuse -- to put their operation under Elena's blood-soaked umbrella. And, just in case they're thinking of cashing in and checking out, which they are, Elena's American-based goon Lado (Del Toro) kidnaps O and assures them the worst will happen to her if they make one false move.

The script by Shane Salerno, novelist Winslow and Stone illustrates how, once infected with the cutthroat, when-in-doubt-kill-'em plague embodied in the drug lords' m.o., it's impossible to shake it; once you've crossed to the dark side, you can't go back. The gangsters impose the rules of the game, and it's instant Lord of the Flies: Everyone descends to the most brutal, elemental survival of the fittest level of human behavior, with no quarter given.

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To save O from execution -- held in a cage, she's viewable from time to time on a computer feed -- Chon and Ben are forced into a covert game of one-upmanship with their criminal bosses while still appearing to play by their rules. Through the auspices of their surfer/stoner financial whiz Spin (Emile Hirsch in a brief, amusing turn), they move their money around and, to raise the rest of the cash they need to bail out O, come up with an ingenious scheme they can't get away with for long: robbing their bosses' bagmen.

This ploy stirs intense internal suspicion within Elena's organization, which is further disrupted by documents the boys procure from frantic DEA official Denis (Travolta), who's compromised up to his disappearing hairline and often is forced to improvise to save his skin. Stone and his collaborators depart from the novel significantly in the film's third act and smartly so, partly by expanding the Dennis role and especially by developing a propriety interest in the imperious Elena on behalf of the powerless O, creating some charged scenes and added emotional overlay (O's flighty mother, a character in the book, was played by Uma Thurman, but the entire role was cut). The action-packed, Middle East war-style climax also has been gleefully toyed with to provocative effect.

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But the story's progression moves one's interest and sympathies away from Chon and Ben, whose personalities are defined at the outset and never acquire further weight or psychological dimension. Although, as big-time drug dealers, they are technically criminals from the beginning, they certainly aren't meant to be perceived that way by Winslow or Stone; Chon's anti-social, shoot-first/ask-questions-later impulses are seen to stem entirely from his combat experiences in Afghanistan, while Ben is a latter-day hippie whose well-meaning urge to save the world marks him as the soft one in the eyes of Lado, always on the lookout for an opponent's weak spot.

As Chon's all-action personality is readily apparent on the surface, Kitsch comes off reasonably well in his characterization of a battle-hardened vet who would seem to harbor a death wish. Forced to make a drastic transition from idealistic greenhouse genius to brutal, if unwilling, killer, Ben is by far the more conflicted and complex role, but his inner torment takes a back seat to the sweep of plot and action; he ends up being not very interesting, something for which Johnson is unable to compensate. In a role that, if one could pick any actress from the history of cinema, would have been played most ideally by Tuesday Weld, Lively doesn't really live up to her name, coming off more slack than slacker. Crucially, a chemistry among the three leads never takes hold to seduce the audience into investing deeply in the privileged moments of the trio's inevitably short-lived romantic high.

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As if receiving charges of electric current at regular intervals, Travolta is manic and most amusing as the government agent forced into ethical and practical contortions to stay afloat; Del Toro entertainingly showboats while demonstrating dozens of ways to convey diabolical menace; and Hayek synthesizes ultimate elegance, motherly concern and complete ruthlessness as the Lady Macbeth of the Mexican drug world.

Stylistically, Stone summons up many of the visual and aural tropes of his creatively assaultive works of 15 or so years ago, to mostly strong effect; there's solarization and blood-soaked saturation, alternation from color to black-and-white and film to computer/video images, altered state-suggestive editing, warping of time and anything else he can think of -- all appropriate to the occasion. The re-creations of cartel charnel house torture are gruesome and pushed to the limit of mainstream acceptability.

The film is technically sharp, and the highly varied score -- a mix of original and source music -- is marked by the exceptionally dramatic use of the opening of Brahms' Symphony No. 1 in two key scenes.

Production: Moritz Borman Prods.

Cast: Taylor Kitsch, Blake Lively, Aaron Johnson, John Travolta, Benicio Del Toro, Salma Hayek, Emile Hirsch, Demian Bichir, Sandra Echeverria, Diego Catano, Joaquin Cosio, Jake McLaughlin, Joel David Moore, Leonard Roberts, Shea Whigham

Director: Oliver Stone

Screenwriters: Shane Salerno, Don Winslow, Oliver Stone, based on the novel by Don Winslow

Producers: Moritz Borman, Eric Kopeloff

Executive producers: Todd Arnow, Fernando Sulichin, Shane Salerno

Director of photography: Dan Mindel

Production designer: Tomas Voth

Costume designer: Cindy Evans

Editors: Joe Hutshing, Stuart Levy, Alex Marquez

Music: Adam Peters

Rated R, 129 minutes

Without Gorky: LAFF Review

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As the title of Cosima Spenders documentary suggests, the painter Arshile Gorky both is and isnt its subject. The filmmaker acknowledges the enduring power of his work and his profound influence on Abstract Expressionism, but the true focus of Without Gorky is the reverberations of his suicide on the family he left behind. More than 60 years after his death, theyre still grappling with the emotional fallout, Spender included shes the artists granddaughter.

The directors closeness to her material is its strength and, to a lesser extent, its weakness. Her interviews with Gorkys widow and children her grandmother, mother and aunt lend the film an undeniable intimacy. At the same time, the evidence of rifts and tensions grows repetitive, and occasionally an uncomfortable feeling seeps into the film, the sense that Spender is making a private point to her relatives more than she is speaking to a public audience. But Gorkys story, with its secrets, mysteries and torments, is nonetheless a fascinating one. The doc, which screened in the International Showcase section of the recent Los Angeles Film Festival, is a natural for arts-oriented cable and broadcast outlets.

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Self-invention is elemental to every artist, but for Gorky it was extreme. It wasnt until after his death in 1948, at about age 46 (theres no sure documentation of his birth date) that his wife learned his real name, Vosdanig Adoian, and that he was Armenian. His psychological instability in adulthood takes on a different cast in light of the revelation that he experienced genocide firsthand, as a boy, and watched his mother die of starvation.

Spenders determination to quiet the white noise of her life, the pain that Gorky felt and inflicted, leads her and her family to previously unknown relatives in California and, most poignantly, to the peaceful shores of Lake Van, in Turkey, one of the sites of unspeakable atrocities during the Armenian massacres.

But much of her films running time unfolds stateside, as she visits with her mother, Maro; her aunt, Natasha; and Agnes Mougouch Magruder, her elegant and flinty grandmother. Spender takes Maro and Natasha, 5 and 3 at the time of Gorkys suicide, to the Connecticut house where it happened. Now well into middle age, Natasha has no conscious memories of her father, feels no connection to her mother and says she has been in shock most of her life.

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Firstborn Maro still struggles to forgive her mother for having an extramarital affair and for sending her daughters to boarding school after she was widowed.

Its evident that Mougouch was never a warm maternal figure. An aspiring painter when she met Gorky, 20 years her senior, she welcomed the dimension that he brought to her bourgeois life. When she speaks of the literal heaviness of his canvases, thick with elaborately worked paint, her admiration is clear. No less clear is the anguish she felt as his setbacks, deepening depression, drinking and cruelty drove her away.

As a force both creative and destructive, Gorky persists. Any truces that Spender captures onscreen feel provisional, and however many answers she finds about her grandfather, Without Gorky never suggests that this traumatized family will easily achieve resolution or peace.

Venue: Los Angeles Film Festival

A Peacock Pictures and Arshile Gorky Foundation production
with the support of the National Endowment for the Arts and the Dadourian Foundation

Director: Cosima Spender

Writers: Cosima Spender, Valerio Bonelli, Saskia Spender

Producers: Cosima Spender, Valerio Bonelli

Directors of photography: Benjamin Kracun, Ula Pontikos, Cosima Spender

Music: Jason Cooper and Oliver Krauss with Matteo Cipollina

Co-producer: Anna Teeman

Editor: Valerio Bonelli

No MPAA rating, 80 minutes

Gypsy: Film Review

Martin Sulik film Gypsy - H 2012

Awkwardly blending neo-realism with heavy-handed allusions to Hamlet, Gypsy depicts the troubled life of a Roma teen in Slovakia with ethnological precision but turgid dramaturgy. Although valuable for shedding light on this relatively unseen population of Eastern Europe, Martin Suliks film, currently receiving its U.S. theatrical premiere at NYCs Film Forum, suffers from serious overstuffing.

The central character is fourteen-year-old Adam (Janko Mizigar), whose father (Ivan Mirga) is run down by a car and killed under mysterious circumstances. Shortly thereafter, his mother (Miroslava Jarabekova) marries his uncle, Zigo (Miroslav Gulyas), a shady loan shark who wastes no time enlisting Adam and his brother Marian (Martin Hangurbadzo), who is addicted to glue sniffing, into his nefarious activities.

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Countering Zigos malicious presence -- he has no compunction about fleecing his whitey victims -- is a local priest (Attila Mokos) who, in shades of a 1930s Warner Bros. melodrama, attempts to channel the village kids energies into such positive activities as boxing.

Further adding to the Shakespearean borrowings are the repeated appearances of the ghost of Adams father, who provides a series of dramatic plot revelations.

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Other characters figuring in the convoluted narrative are Adams strong- willed girlfriend (Martina Kotlarova) and a crew of white documentary filmmakers whose friendliness doesnt quite disguise their underlying racism.

Shot in an actual Slovakian Roma community and leavened with generous doses of gypsy folk music, the film boasts an undeniable authenticity that is aided by the gritty performances of the largely non-actor cast. But the filmmaker cant resist throwing in an occasional burst of lyricism, especially in a sequence involving stolen ostriches. But sometimes, an ostrich is just an ostrich.

Production: In Film, Titanic, RTVS, CT.

Cast: Janko Mizigar, Martin Hangurbadzo, Martinka Kotlarova, Miroslava Jarabekova, Miroslav Gulyas, Ivan Mirga, Attila Mokos.

Director: Martin Sulik.

Screenwriters: Maret Lescak, Martin Sulik.

Producers: Rudolf Biermann, Martin Sulik.

Director of photography: Martin Sec.

Editor: Jiri Brozek.

Music: Peter Mojzis.

Production designer: Frantisek Liptak.

No rating, 107 min.

Falling Flowers: Shanghai Review

The main interest in the overly classical period piece Falling Flowers is its faithful retelling of the life of renowned woman writer Xiao Hong (1911-1942), whose bold independence and devotion to art strikes a modern chord. Though this biopic that doesnt scratch the surface very deeply, director Huo Jianqi (Postmen in the Mountains, Life Show) is a sure-handed craftsman whose portrait of the artist has a strongly emblematic quality; had it also been moving, it would have had wider art house appeal. As stands, it should entice curious festival viewers to read her highly rated books The Field of Life and Death and Tales of Hulan River.

In 1941 a young woman lays dying in Hong Kong, attended by an anxious young man. Xiao Hong (Song Jia) tells him her life story in flashback, beginning with growing up in the cold, melancholic northeastern China. Despite her academic promise, her conservative father forces her to drop out of school to marry a rich dandy. She resists, but they end up living together out of wedlock, causing both their wealthy families to disown them. When she gets pregnant he abandons her in an attic, kick-starting a life of poverty and sacrifice which Hong defiantly embraces.

Thanks to dashing newspaper editor Xiao Jun (Huang Jue), who becomes the love of her life, she narrowly escapes being sold to a brothel to pay back rent. She falls for him because hes an ex-soldier, a writer and a fighter, and they start a poor but romantic life together as intellectuals in 1930s Shanghai, where they co-publish books and plays. Mentioned briefly is Hongs association with literary giant Lu Xun, who wrote complimentary prefaces to her writing and helped get her books into print. Xiao Juns incorrigible two-timing ends their love affair, and their teary farewell at a train station is as close as the film comes to an affecting moment. Her marriage to the much younger Duanmu (Wang Renjun) is more pragmatic than romantic, and from there its a short step to her illness and death at age 31 during the Japanese occupation of Hong Kong.

In the main role, Song Jia depicts Hong as a tough, modern woman capable of withstanding war and hardship but still the emotional victim of the man she loves. Professional, sharp-tongued but afraid of being left alone, shes an easy figure to identify with, particularly in her frustrating relationship with a charming Huang Jue. More about her writing would have been welcome, however.

Music veers towards the predictable and saccharine, but Shi Luans gorgeous colors won the best cinematography award at the Shanghai film festival.

Venue: Shanghai Film Festival, June 20, 2012.
Production companies: Talent International Film Co.
Cast: Song Jia, Huang Jue, Wang Renjun, Zhang Bo, Wu Chao, Mi Zian, Li Yiling, Li Fengxu, Sun Weiming, Zhang Tong
Director: Huo Jianqi
Screenwriters: Yi Fuhai, Su Xiaowei
Producers: Han Sanping, Wu Hongliang
Director of photography: Shi Luan
Production designer: Lu Feng
Editor: Yu Xi
Music: Shu Nan
No rating, 121 minutes.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Day of the Flowers: Edinburgh Review

His role may be secondary, but ballet-superstar Carlos Acosta's quietly promising feature-film debut is the saving grace of would-be crowdpleaser Day of the Flowers, a broad-strokes comedy-drama about Scottish sisters discovering family secrets on a visit to Cuba. After bowing at Edinburgh to largely tepid reception, this blandly-handled affair may - like director John Robert's last outing, BBC doggie tale Station Jim (2001) - prove a better fit for domestic television than theaters or festivals. Overseas, the presence of Acosta will be the main selling-point, though the dancer's admirers may be disappointed to find that the Havana-born star's feet remain - much like the movie itself - largely earthbound.

The main problem is Eirene Houston's script (all of previous credits are small-screen) with its two-dimensional characterizations, functional-at-best dialogue and over-reliance on heated exchanges. Most of the latter involve socially-engaged Rosa (Eva Birthistle) and her fashionista sibling Ailie (Charity Wakefield), a chalk-and-cheese duo with barely a trace of family resemblance. That the pair are far from close is evident from the larkishly-handled opening, as they squabble over the decision by their stepmother (quick cameo from Scottish veteran Phyllis Logan) to convert their recently-deceased father's ashes into a golf-themed ornament.

Making off with the mortal remains during the funeral reception - a scene played for clumsy laughs - the idealistic Rosa decides to take them to Cuba, the country where her Socialist parents regularly spent time in the 1970s helping the revolutionary struggle. Rosa's long-suffering pal Conway (Bryan Dick) accompanies her, and Ailie impulsively decides to tag along - primarily attracted by the prospect of a sunny seaside holiday. Predictably enough, both sisters find the journey an eye-opening experience, as their quest to track down the exact whereabouts of their late mother's remains - they hope to pour both sets of ashes into a particular river on the feast-day that provides the movie's title - brings them into contact with various facets of Cuban society.

Amid much culture-clash confusion, there's no shortage of romantic possibilities for the attractive sisters - the statuesque Ailie displays her assets in a succession of flashily over-the-top, revealing outfits, and nice-guy ballet-teacher Tomas (Acosta) gently tries to entice the highly-strung Rosa out of her politically-correct cocoon. But as the lasses gradually piece together the truth about what went on three decades before, the complications, ironies and revelations messily tangle into a telenovela-style stew of emotions.

On the plus side, Day of the Flowers makes fair use of its locations, cinematographer Vernon Layton garnering some alluringly atmospheric backdrops with his 35mm cameras (the picture was projected digitally at Edinburgh) and imparting some flavors of a fascinatingly contradictory land. Stephen Warbeck's score, however, underlines every mood and emotion with excessive volume and zeal - typical of Roberts' general difficulty in finding the right tone for his material in this belated third feature after two family-focused 1990s outings: Warner Bros co-production The War of the Buttons (1994) and Dreamworks' parrot-centric Paulie (1998).

In Day of the Flowers, performances are generally energetic - occasionally to the point of exaggeration, the actors' efforts not helped by some flat post-synch sound. Thankfully Acosta, exuding a commandingly feline poise, provides a welcome contrast from the general air of frenetic strain in his second big-screen appearance - three years after a segment in 2009 portmanteau-pic New York, I Love You opposite Natalie Portman. Now 39, the famously athletic Cuban shows enough in terms of acting chops to suggest that he might be able to take some further steps in this direction - though hopefully he'll find scripts more tailored to his skills and worthier of his talents.

Venue: Edinburgh International Film Festival, June 23, 2012.
Production company: Rogue Elephant
Cast: Eva Birthistle, Charity Wakefield, Carlos Acosta, Bryan Dick, Christopher Simpson
Director: John Roberts
Screenwriter: Eirene Houston
Producer: Jonathan Rae
Director of photography: Vernon Layton
Production designer: Andrew Sanders
Costume designer: Leonie Hartard
Music: Stephen Warbeck
Editors: David Freeman, John Wilson
Sales Agent: Rogue Elephant, London
No rating, 102 minutes.

Day of Flowers: Edinburg Review

His role may be secondary, but ballet-superstar Carlos Acosta's quietly promising feature-film debut is the saving grace of would-be crowdpleaser Day of the Flowers, a broad-strokes comedy-drama about Scottish sisters discovering family secrets on a visit to Cuba. After bowing at Edinburgh to largely tepid reception, this blandly-handled affair may - like director John Robert's last outing, BBC doggie tale Station Jim (2001) - prove a better fit for domestic television than theaters or festivals. Overseas, the presence of Acosta will be the main selling-point, though the dancer's admirers may be disappointed to find that the Havana-born star's feet remain - much like the movie itself - largely earthbound.

The main problem is Eirene Houston's script (all of previous credits are small-screen) with its two-dimensional characterizations, functional-at-best dialogue and over-reliance on heated exchanges. Most of the latter involve socially-engaged Rosa (Eva Birthistle) and her fashionista sibling Ailie (Charity Wakefield), a chalk-and-cheese duo with barely a trace of family resemblance. That the pair are far from close is evident from the larkishly-handled opening, as they squabble over the decision by their stepmother (quick cameo from Scottish veteran Phyllis Logan) to convert their recently-deceased father's ashes into a golf-themed ornament.

Making off with the mortal remains during the funeral reception - a scene played for clumsy laughs - the idealistic Rosa decides to take them to Cuba, the country where her Socialist parents regularly spent time in the 1970s helping the revolutionary struggle. Rosa's long-suffering pal Conway (Bryan Dick) accompanies her, and Ailie impulsively decides to tag along - primarily attracted by the prospect of a sunny seaside holiday. Predictably enough, both sisters find the journey an eye-opening experience, as their quest to track down the exact whereabouts of their late mother's remains - they hope to pour both sets of ashes into a particular river on the feast-day that provides the movie's title - brings them into contact with various facets of Cuban society.

Amid much culture-clash confusion, there's no shortage of romantic possibilities for the attractive sisters - the statuesque Ailie displays her assets in a succession of flashily over-the-top, revealing outfits, and nice-guy ballet-teacher Tomas (Acosta) gently tries to entice the highly-strung Rosa out of her politically-correct cocoon. But as the lasses gradually piece together the truth about what went on three decades before, the complications, ironies and revelations messily tangle into a telenovela-style stew of emotions.

On the plus side, Day of the Flowers makes fair use of its locations, cinematographer Vernon Layton garnering some alluringly atmospheric backdrops with his 35mm cameras (the picture was projected digitally at Edinburgh) and imparting some flavors of a fascinatingly contradictory land. Stephen Warbeck's score, however, underlines every mood and emotion with excessive volume and zeal - typical of Roberts' general difficulty in finding the right tone for his material in this belated third feature after two family-focused 1990s outings: Warner Bros co-production The War of the Buttons (1994) and Dreamworks' parrot-centric Paulie (1998).

In Day of the Flowers, performances are generally energetic - occasionally to the point of exaggeration, the actors' efforts not helped by some flat post-synch sound. Thankfully Acosta, exuding a commandingly feline poise, provides a welcome contrast from the general air of frenetic strain in his second big-screen appearance - three years after a segment in 2009 portmanteau-pic New York, I Love You opposite Natalie Portman. Now 39, the famously athletic Cuban shows enough in terms of acting chops to suggest that he might be able to take some further steps in this direction - though hopefully he'll find scripts more tailored to his skills and worthier of his talents.

Venue: Edinburgh International Film Festival, June 23, 2012.
Production company: Rogue Elephant
Cast: Eva Birthistle, Charity Wakefield, Carlos Acosta, Bryan Dick, Christopher Simpson
Director: John Roberts
Screenwriter: Eirene Houston
Producer: Jonathan Rae
Director of photography: Vernon Layton
Production designer: Andrew Sanders
Costume designer: Leonie Hartard
Music: Stephen Warbeck
Editors: David Freeman, John Wilson
Sales Agent: Rogue Elephant, London
No rating, 102 minutes.

The Last Elvis: LAFF Review

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Like another recent feature from Latin America, 2008s Tony Manero, the Argentine drama The Last Elvis (El ltimo Elvis) revolves around a pop-culture obsession that has tipped into the territory of dangerous delusion. But director Armando Bos first feature a selection of the recent Los Angeles Film Festival is nowhere near as dark or politically pointed as the earlier film from Chile. Anchored by a knockout performance by real-life Elvis Presley tribute artist John McInerny, Bos sympathetic character study focuses on the emptiness of one mans life as he braces for his last stand.

Bo and co-writer Nicols Giacobone, two of the credited screenwriters of Alejandro Gonzlez Irritus Biutiful, offer no easy conclusions or redemption for their protagonist. (Elvis is a far more cohesive and convincing film than Biutiful.) A factory worker by day and small-time star by night, Carlos Elvis Gutirrez has built his entire life, such as it is, around this borrowed identity. In his shabby, barely furnished apartment, his small-screen viewing consists entirely of Presley concerts and interviews. He insists on calling his ex-wife (Griselda Siciliani) Priscilla, though her name is Alejandra; their young daughter (Margarita Lopez), naturally, is named Lisa Marie.

Carlos awkward stabs at paternal behavior tend toward such advice as Remember to keep a level head and the gift of a bird that he has taught to say Elvis. Having run out of patience and believing that hes not a good influence on their daughter, Alejandra is seeking sole custody. But after a serious accident puts his ex in the hospital, Carlos and the wary grade-schooler forge a deeper bond, even as he struggles to offer her something more lasting than peanut-butter-and-banana sandwiches.

The accident also puts Elvis big scheme unrevealed until late in the film on hold. His calls to airlines and limo companies, along with his plan to perform the showstopper Unchained Melody at a gig, signal a leap away from the assembly line. Whether it leads him toward fulfillment or deeper into delusion is up for interpretation, but when the film takes a sharp turn, out of Buenos Aires, Bo and McInerny make the far-fetched events, and the ambiguous ending, work.

An architect and part-time Elvis crooner who Bo originally hired as a coach for his lead actor, McInerny is utterly compelling. He turns the unlikely Carlos into a rooting interest, revealing the still-sputtering spark behind the portly, hangdog exterior. When Carlos takes the stage in his Vegas-era white suit (nice work by costume designers Luciana Marti and Manuela Marti), his smooth baritone and supple phrasing are evidence not merely of talent but of a dignity that makes his striving as heartening as it is pitiful. Among the other celebrity impersonators with whom he crosses paths (Iggy Pop, John Lennon and Mick Jagger wander into view in various scenes), Carlos considers himself nothing less than the King.

Sebastian Escofets pulsing score heightens the sense that Carlos obsessive devotion is moving toward a decisive event. Javier Julias deft camerawork and the production design by Daniel Gimelberg build the subjective atmosphere, an intriguing mix of somber and droll, gritty and chimerical.

Venue: Los Angeles Film Festival
A presentation of Rebolucion, Kramer & Sigman Films and Anonymous Content, with the participation of INCAA and Telefe
(In Spanish with English subtitles)
Cast: John McInerny, Griselda Siciliani, Margarita Lopez
Director: Armando Bo
Screenwriters: Nicols Giacobone, Armando Bo
Producers: Steve Golin, Hugo Sigman, Patricio Alvarez Casado, Victor Bo, Armando Bo
Executive producers: Patricio Alvarez Casado, Matias Mosteirin
Director of photography: Javier Julia
Production designer:Daniel Gimelberg
Music: Sebastian Escofet
Costume designers: Luciana Marti, Manuela Marti
Editor: Patricio Pena
No MPAA rating, 91 minutes

Breakfast With Curtis: LAFF Review

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A slew of independent movies in the early 2000s, including Little Miss Sunshine, Juno and Napoleon Dynamite among them, seem to have somehow convinced a subsequent wave of filmmakers that its sufficient for films to simply be quirky to succeed.

In her third feature, writer-director Laura Colella enters similarly idiosyncratic territory, but with decidedly less persuasive results. Too unfocused to be considered a coming-of-ager, theres little indication that Breakfast With Curtis will be of much interest beyond friends, family and perhaps film festivals.

For years, nextdoor neighbors Syd (Theo Green) and Simon (David Parker) have been at odds after Syd browbeats and threatens Simons kid Curtis (Jonah Parker) in a self-absorbed tirade. Five years later, the neighbors are still barely speaking, until Syd hits on a scheme to recruit Curtis for a project hes percolating. A bookseller who repurposes selections from his personal collection, Syds beginning to feel pressure from his clients to put more information about himself and his library online, but has no clear idea how the internet really works. Now an awkward, home-schooled teen, Curtis agrees to assist with shooting videos for Syds promotional campaign, since hes bored and pretty much friendless anyway.

Simon and his wife Sylvie (Virginia Laffey) are more reluctant to let Syds past transgressions go, but they recognize Curtis need to overcome his social anxiety, and besides, Simon already buys pot from Syds tenant Frenchy (Aaron Jungels), who lives in the attic of the rambling house called the purple citadel with his girlfriend Paola (Colella).

Syds ideas for the videos are offbeat to say the least, consisting of long ramblings about his life experiences and exploits. Curtis patiently tapes them on a consumer video camera, transfers them to his laptop and uploads them to YouTube, where Syd is thrilled to see them accumulating literally dozens of views.

After reaching a truce of sorts with Syds household, Curtis parents are getting along great with his girlfriend Pirate (Adele Parker), Frenchy and Paola, smoking pot or drinking wine and cocktails in the long summer afternoons and into the evening. Curtis immersion in this slacker scene prompts him to marginally emerge from his shell of shyness and begin socializing more like a typical teenager.

Not much else happens in Colellas laid-back film and despite much discussion about this being Curtis "seminal summer," there are no real revlations, perhaps because the narrative is as rambling as Syds purple citadel. Colella has apparently collected a series of anecdotes based on her actual neighbors and strung them together with a thin thematic thread, but no definitive storyline emerges.

A tight budget reportedly inspired Colella to bring her friends onto the DIY project as collaborators and presumably take on most of the key filmmaking roles herself, which is perhaps why the creative elements are so indistinct from one another.

With the exception of the filmmaker herself, none of the cast are actually actors and their appearances on camera could barely be termed performances, inasmuch as theyre essentially playing themselves. Line readings are often either forced or casually tossed off, making little impression. Without much of a narrative for guidance and an inexperienced cast to wrangle, Colella sticks to an unremarkable production style that gets the job done, but not much more.

Venue: Los Angeles Film Festival

Cast: Theo Green, Jonah Parker, David Parker, Virginia Laffey, Aaron Jungels, Yvonne Parker, Adele Parker, Laura Colella, Gideon Parker

Director/screenwriter: Laura Colella

Producer: Laura Colella

Executive producer: Michael A. Jackman

Director of photography: Laura Colella

Editor: Laura Colella

No rating, 82 minutes

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Pincus: LAFF Review

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Sufficiently mundane to assure ongoing obscurity beyond the film festival circuit, writer-director David Fensters second feature might have a shot finding an audience online if it can manage to build a viral following, unlikely for such a low-key drama.goin

Now in his 30s, semi-employed Pincus Finster (David Nordstrom) lives at home in Miami so he can care for his dad (Paul Fenster), a mid-stage Parkinsons patient suffering from dementia. Hes barely making an effort to keep the family construction business going while he tries to figure out what to do with his life. Meanwhile he wastes his time hanging out, drinking beer and smoking pot with his middle-aged friend Dietmar (Dietmar Franosch), an illegal immigrant and former employee of his dads.

After he begins taking yoga classes led by Anna (Christi Idavoy), Pincus feigns interest in New Age theories and alternative therapies to persuade her to spend more time with him under the guise of helping out his dad. When Dietmar, whos something of an amateur mystic, goes missing, Pincus recruits Anna to help track him down with the aid of a local psychic. When their budding relationship begins to head south due to his deceptions and romantic ineptitude, Pincus is forced to make some tough decisions about his future.

Despite assuming nearly all the creative roles, Fenster doesnt seem to be trying much harder than his alter-ego, Pincus. With details drawn from his personal life, Fensters script amounts to little more than a sketch, the films verite camerawork rarely rises above perfunctory and editing is strictly functional. Although theres plenty of potential conflict to mine in Pincus struggle to deal with his fathers situation, Fenster squanders his opportunities on banal situations, uninspired dialogue and predominantly nonprofessional actors.

Nordstrom, who directed and co-starred in the finely wrought indie feature Sawdust City that played LAFF last year, seems mostly adrift here with so little material to work with. Other performances barely make an impression, although Fensters father Paul gives a brave and funny turn as Pincus dad, an actual Parkinsons patient.

With stakes so low, its no wonder Pincus remains fitfully motivated, making it hard to care any more than he does about the outcome of his flailings.

Venue: Los Angeles Film Festival
Production company: Field Office Films
Cast: David Nordstrom, Paul Fenster, Christi Idavoy, Dietmar Franosch
Director/screenwriter: David Fenster
Producer: David Fenster
Executive producer: Phil Lord
Director of photography: David Fenster
Editor: David Fenster
Music: John Clement Wood
No rating, 78 minutes

Monday, June 25, 2012

It's a Disaster: LAFF Review

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As a movie topic, the end of the world has enjoyed an upsurge in popularity in recent years, from art-house meditations to popcorn extravaganzas. Writer-director Todd Berger brings a fresh stamp to Armageddon with his sharply scripted comedy Its a Disaster, which is anything but.

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Berger, whose engaging murder mystery mashup The Scenesters favored style over substance, finds the perfect balance between genre nods and originality in his second feature. A world premiere presentation of the Los Angeles Film Festival, Disaster is one of the funniest films of recent vintage. The low-budget production looks good on the big screen, and in the hands of the right distributor could realize its strong potential as a theatrical release, fueled by critical response and word of mouth.

A winning ensemble, led by Julia Stiles and David Cross, portray a group of friends in an unidentified U.S. city. Thirtysomethings of average self-involvement, they take a considerable while to figure out that theyre in the midst of a cataclysmic event. The scenario injects a new-millennial dose of upscale casual into the dinner-party scenario that Buuel used, to unforgettable absurdist effect, in Exterminating Angel and The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie. Friends gather for a Sunday brunch in one couples house, and before long theyre trapped there, to face the ultimate big picture.

The cast are paired off into various phases of coupledom, with Stiles Tracy, a doctor, bringing promising third-date teacher Glen (Cross) to meet her friends. Hosts Emma (Erinn Hayes) and Pete (Blaise Miller) are facing trouble in their eight-year marriage, while up-for-anything sensualists Lexi (Rachel Boston) and Buck (Kevin M. Brennan) go with the flow, whatever it may be. Long-engaged Hedy (America Ferrera) and Shane (Jeff Grace, imbuing the role with Gene Wilder-esque neurosis) are at a crossroads, his deepest connection seeming to be with his smartphone, and the pop-culture artifacts it places just a bid away.

Shanes inability to get a signal is the first sign of trouble, beyond the immediate circle of familiar peccadilloes and annoyances. Still, the wail of sirens goes unnoticed over chitchat and squabbling. But when the malfunctioning of electronic devices spreads to cable and landline (the requisite landline jokes are well handled) and then to electricity, the inconvenience factor reaches a new level of urgency. About a third of the way in, Berger cameos as the neighbor who provides essential information on the calamity-in-progress. The movies tone then clicks into a darker, and more deeply hilarious, tone, beginning with Tracys merciless etiquette lesson to a couple of brunch latecomers.

Berger and his cast navigate the shift with confidence and finely drawn portrayals the exception being Ferrara, who plays Hedys freakout too broadly. The script excels at character-driven laughs, cerebral yet goofy, without resorting to sitcom stereotypes or genitalia-focused stupidity. Reactions to the partially explained toxic disaster range from oblivious to primed for the breakdown of civil society. But through it all the characters talk like real people, even or especially as they self-consciously channel disaster-movie clichs.

The bright and cheery production design is a fine counterpoint to the storys pivotal cloud of doom. The movie makes the most of its single location, thanks to the fluent camerawork of accomplished cinematographer Nancy Schreiber. Musical selections, from Beethovens Moonlight Sonata to a glockenspiel-centric version of House of the Rising Sun, are the perfect accompaniment to the characters doomsday dilemma.

Venue: Los Angeles Film Festival
A Vacationeer Prods. presentation
in association with Cactus Three, Gordon Bijelonic/Datari Turner Films and Tip-Top Prods.
Cast: Julia Stiles, David Cross, America Ferrera, Erinn Hayes, Jeff Grace, Rachel Boston, Kevin M. Brennan, Blaise Miller, Todd Berger, Laura Adkin, Rob McGillivray
Director-writer: Todd Berger
Producers: Kevin M. Brennan, Jeff Grace, Gordon Bijelonic, Datari Turner
Executive producers: Brett D. Thompson, Eric Sherman, Robert P. Gosling, Krysanne Katsoolis, Mark Korshak, Alison Lee, John Margetis, Rob McGillivray, Caroline Stevens
Director of photography: Nancy Schreiber
Production designer: Peter K. Benson
Co-producer: Matthew Kovner
Co-executive producer: Thoma Kikis
Costume designer: Karen Mann
Editor: Franklin Peterson
No MPAA rating, 88 minutes.

Ice Age: Continental Drift: Film Review

Scrat the saber-toothed squirrel gets a well-earned promotion from series mascot to plot catalyst in Ice Age: Continental Drift, the anticipated fourth entry in the hugely successful computer-animated franchise.

As Scrats star rises, however, the series momentum stalls. Faced with the prospect of deviating from the well-trodden tracks of its predecessors, the scriptwriters clearly got cold feet, merely substituting kid-friendly pirates for the kid-friendly dinos of 2009s Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs as Manny the woolly mammoth and his prehistoric cohorts embark on yet another epic journey studded with sentimental bromides.

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None of this will matter to the young target audience, who will giggle along with the helter-skelter action sequences and the fusillade of wisecracks and sight gags.

The last of three animated tentpoles to roll out this summer -- after DreamWorks Madagascar 3: Europes Most Wantedand Pixars Brave, Foxs technically assured 3D offering still can expect a warm reception and successful box office ride.

With the core trio of Manny (Ray Romano), Sid the goofy sloth (a hilarious John Leguizamo) and the tiger Diego (Denis Leary) getting a bit long in the tooth -- its nearly 10 years between the first Ice Age and this one -- scriptwriters Michael Berg and Jason Fuchs corral a menagerie of newcomers and shoehorn in several subplots to distract from a musty storyline.

In this go-round, the world literally falls apart as Scrats (Chris Wedge) Sisyphean pursuit of his prized acorn results in a seismic shift that tears asunder Earths prehistoric supercontinent, Pangea. (The filmmakers have as little regard for geological history as they did for paleontology in the previous installment.)

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Our mismatched heroes are set adrift on a chunk of ice, with Manny separated from his mate Ellie (Queen Latifah) and their now-teenage daughter, Peaches (Keke Palmer, who also sings the end-credits song We Are).

Theyve picked up a troublesome stowaway in the form of Sids Beverly Hillbillies-like granny (Wanda Sykes), while back on shore, Peaches is trying to keep up with the cool-kid mammoths (hip-hop star Drake, rapper Nicki Minaj and Glee cheerleader Heather Morris) and managing to alienate her best friend, Louis, a molehog voiced by Josh Gad (star of the Broadway hit The Book of Mormon.)

Peter Dinklage voices the best of the new recruits, a simian pirate king with very bad teeth named Captain Gutt. His ragtag crew of high-seas marauders, which includes a love interest for Diego in Shira the white tiger (Jennifer Lopez), join Mother Nature at her crankiest in trying to thwart Manny and companys journey home.

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Its familiar, drawn-out shtick, and the humor lacks the subtlety of the first and best Ice Age, but there are some visually inventive high points.

The wordless interludes featuring Scrat as slapstick comedian nonpareil not only generate the biggest laughs but provide little oases of aesthetic delight. And theres an unsettling journey through the land of the Sirens, where the atmosphere turns dark and weird for just a moment, before Steve Martino (Horton Hears a Who), co-directing with Michael Thurmeier, steers it back into safer waters.

The animation by Foxs Blue Sky Studios improves with each installment, and here it is vividly rendered, with the design of each prehistoric critter a marvel of state-of-the-art technology down to the last hair.

Opens: Australia, June 25 (Australia); July 13 (U.S.) (20th Century Fox)
Production company: Blue Sky Studios
Cast: Ray Romano, John Leguizamo, Denis Leary, Queen Latifah, Peter Dinklage, Jennifer Lopez, Wanda Sykes, Keke Palmer
Directors: Steve Martino and Michael Thurmeier
Screenwriters: Michael Berg, Jason Fuchs
Executive producers: Chris Wedge, Carlos Saldanha

Producers: John C. Donkin, Lori Forte
Director of photography: Renato Falcao
Music: John Powell
Editors: James Palumbo, David Ian Salter
Rated PG, 94 minutes

Grabbers: Edinburgh Review

Grabbers

EDINBURGH - Many-tentacled alien beasties menace a County Donegal fishing-village in Jon Wright's larkish, booze-soaked horror-comedy Grabbers, which could charitably be described as whole-heartedly embracing the well-worn clichs of the genre.This UK/Irish co-production has garnered mainly enthusiastic reactions from festival-goers since premiering at Sundance in January, but is never quite funny, scary or original enough to break out beyond its core audience.

IFC Midnight secured VOD and theatrical rights for North America post-Sundance; Irish release-date is August 10th via Element, while Sony Pictures have yet to announce a date for the UK. Long-term, DVD prospects appear brightest for a picture lacking marquee cast-names, its capable stars best known for Brit telly work.

It's likely that British Isles marketing will emphasise the parallels with John Michael McDonagh's The Guard - the droll Brendan Gleeson comedy about an idiosyncratic rural law-officer which hit the bullseye at home and outperformed expectations in the UK - as well as cult-favorite sci-fi predecessors like Tremors, Attack the Block and Monsters. Older viewers, meanwhile, may be strongly reminded of a brace of low-budget Brit shockers from 1966-7, Night of the Big Heat and Island of Terror - both of which featured Peter Cushing battling murderous critters on remote islands. And for those of a literary bent, scriptwriter Kevin Lehane seems to be taking a few pages from John Wyndham's classic 1953 novel The Kraken Wakes - which has long been overdue a full-blown screen adaptation.

The setting here is (fictional) Erin Island - a sleepy but spectacularly picturesque spot, pounded by the Atlantic, where local cop Ciaran (Richard Coyle) has few distractions from his preferred pursuit of alcoholic imbibement. His routines are disturbed, however, by the arrival of a prissy, pretty, perky colleague from Dublin, Lisa (Ruth Bradley) as holiday replacement for his sergeant. This coincides with various mysterious phenomena involving the disappearance of fishermen and the mutilation of marine life. With a major storm imminent, cutting the island off from mainland help, the situation rapidly escalates as various squid-like life-forms go on the attack - ranging in size from the tiny to the human-chompingly gargantuan.

Director Wright, whose 2009 Tormented similarly combined chills and laughs, follows the well-thumbed Spielberg / Carpenter / Landis playbooks by offering only brief glimpses of his critter(s) before the big reveal around the half-way point. But rather than escalating into a full-blown monster-mash, Lehane spends rather too much time exploring the blood-sucking invaders' Achilles heel - alcohol. Becoming merrily drunk is therefore the islanders' chief weapon against attack, resulting in a wild all-night whiskey-and-Guinness-galore session in the pub and a string of hit-and-miss gags revolving around characters' states of stumbling, burbling inebriation.

All the while, mismatched duo Ciaran and Lisa edge predictably from bickering towards romance, observed by a bevy of supporting-characters fondly drawn from stock Irish stereotypes (Lehane and Wright both hail from the Emerald Isle), with bumbling scientist Adam on hand as a token upper-class Brit. It all barrels along with a certain good-natured brio, even if ultimately falling short of bringing much that's new to what's already an overstocked table. Technical contributions are functional, though Christian Henson's over-the-top score is more of a distraction than an enhancement. Supervised by Paddy Eason, meanwhile, legions of special-effects wizards deliver the goods on what's evidently a less-than-Spielbergian budget.

Venue: Edinburgh International Film Festival, Jun. 10, 2012.

Production companies: Forward Films, Samson Films

Cast: Richard Coyle, Ruth Bradley, Russell Tovey, Lalor Roddy, David Pearse

Director: Jon Wright

Screenwriter: Kevin Lehane

Producers: Tracy Brimm, Eduardo Levy, James Martin, Kate Myers, Martina Niland, Piers Tempest

Director of photography: Trevor Forrest

Production designer: Tom McCullagh

Costume designer: Hazel Webb-Crozier

Music: Christian Henson

Editor: Miles Platts-Mills

Sales Agent: Forward Films, London

No rating, 94 minutes.

Magic Mike: Film Review

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NEW YORK In Magic Mike, Channing Tatums pre-Hollywood experience as a male stripper has inspired not only one of his better roles, but also arguably the raunchiest, funniest and most enjoyably nonjudgmental American movie about selling sex since Boogie Nights, its obvious if considerably darker precursor. Delivering what feels like a young directors work and not that of a guy nudging 50, Steven Soderbergh taps into the jazzy erotic energy that put him on the map more than 20 years ago with Sex, Lies, and Videotape.

Following its closing-night premiere at the Los Angeles Film Festival, the Warner release should rake in girl and gay dollars on the strength of its ample man candy alone. The script by first-time screenwriter Reid Carolin (Tatums producing partner) is stronger on dialogue and character than on narrative originality or emotional conflict. But as Soderbergh showed in his Oceans Eleven series, the director has a terrific feel for depicting male camaraderie, and the buddy elements should give Magic Mike inclusive appeal.

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It may also be the first mainstream movie to feature a casual demonstration of a pump-operated penis enlarger (keep an eye on the left-hand margins of the widescreen frame), which should at least provide a talking point at the multiplex.

A self-described entrepreneur whose small businesses include roof tiling, car detailing and designing custom furniture from found objects, Mike (Tatum) makes his serious cash as one of the "cock-rocking kings of Tampa" in a male dance revue at ladies nightspot Xquisite. The fringe benefits are apparent as Mike is slyly introduced, naked and still groggy after a three-way with occasional hookup Joanna (Olivia Munn) and a girl whose name neither of them can remember.

Mikes stripper guru is club owner Dallas, a gonzo showman in leather vest and tearaway pants, played by a hilariously self-parodying Matthew McConaughey. Sporting more six packs than a beer blast, Dallas crew includes pretty boy Ken (Matt Bomer), whose "Living Doll" routine takes its cue from his name; Tarzan (Kevin Nash), a gnarled wild man in the Mickey Rourke mold; Latin stud Tito (Adam Rodriguez); and Big Dick Richie (Joe Manganiello), whose special talent requires no explanation, though he does get a little help from the aforementioned pump.

The undisputed star attraction, however, and big brother to the troupe is Magic Mike, a role that allows Tatum to show off the slick dance moves hes kept hidden since Step Up.

Choreographed by Alison Faulk, both the solo routines and the group numbers are a blast, embracing every cheesy male stripper stereotype from soldiers, sailors and cops to cowboys and firemen. These guys are like a heterosexual rethink of The Village People. Their routines include a fabulously hoary "It's Raining Men" number with trench coats and umbrellas, and a boot camp routine with McConaughey cranking up the crazy intensity as Uncle Sam.

Soderbergh clearly gets a kick out of flipping the gender roles of sexual objectification. The club scenes cater to male fantasies of mass female adoration, while the hoards of delirious, drunken women stuffing singles into jockstraps represent a liberating switch from the usual depictions of sleazy men leering at poledancers.

The primary focus of Carolins story is the friendship between Mike and Adam (Alex Pettyfer), a directionless 19-year-old college football-scholarship dropout he meets on a roofing crew. Mike takes Adam under his wing, shoving him onstage without warning to do his first strip, appropriately, to "Like a Virgin." Nervous but game, Adam is dubbed The Kid and proves a natural at pleasing the ladies.

Some of the funniest scenes include The Kid getting schooled in crotch-grinding moves by Dallas, glistening in a crop top and short shorts; and Adams awkward non-explanation when his sister Brooke (Cody Horn) discovers a box full of thongs and sex-fantasy costumes, and finds him using her razor to shave his legs. The sibling rapport is sketched with warmth and humor, as is the slow-burning attraction between Mike and Brooke. This is complicated by her protectiveness toward her loose-cannon younger brother and her skepticism about Mikes line of work.

Tatum deftly shows that beneath all the hard partying and easy sex, theres a longing for a real relationship in Mike, as well as a hunger to explore his creativity by focusing on his furniture designs. Theres also an encroaching fear of ending up a self-deifying nutjob like Dallas, who plans to upgrade the act with a move to big-time Miami.

Inevitably, the movie takes a sobering turn. Adams lack of maturity impairs his judgment, prompting him to over-indulge in druggy sex (notably with Riley Keough as a stoned Kewpie doll with a pet piglet) and split an ecstasy deal with the club deejay (Gabriel Iglesias). The entre of Adams character into stripping was inspired by Tatums experience at 18, though the out-of-control spiral reportedly is fictional.

While this plotline echoes countless perils-of-success movies and could easily have become a male Showgirls, Soderbergh shrewdly avoids letting it turn lurid or campy by underplaying the melodrama. Instead, he observes droll but humanizing details, like a quick shot of Mike patiently ironing out crumpled dollar bills retrieved from his underwear. The humor is refreshingly low-key and unforced, such as having True Bloodhunk Manganiello, whos built like Iron Man, be the delicate one of the troupe, fretting over herpes or putting his back out while giving a zaftig customer an airborne thrill.

Some of the movies best moments are those in which Soderbergh's nimble camera --he shot the film under his usual cinematographer alias ofPeter Andrews and edited as Mary Ann Bernard --looks on while the guys chill backstage at Xquisite, pumping biceps, mending thongs or doing shots to get into performance mode. This dialogue often has a semi-improvised feel, with Soderbergh eavesdropping on snatches of conversation in a style reminiscent of Robert Altman.

Theres a looseness and buoyancy to the filmmaking and to the naturalistic performances that keeps the story real, and while many of the key cast members have relatively little to do, even the smallest roles add texture. Tatums balance of breezy confidence and nagging restlessness is just right, while Pettyfer scores as the cocky new recruit dazzled by his sudden demi-celebrity. And as the movies grounded voice of caution, Horn is enormously appealing. Betsy Brandt from Breaking Bad pops up in a nice bit as a bank officer processing Mikes loan application.

Shot on Red Digital Camera, the well-paced film goes for desaturated exteriors, as if life outside the club unfolds in a sun-blasted permanent hangover state. Music supervisor Frankie Pines playlist keeps the action humming. It provides propulsive enhancement to this cheeky peek at a seductive world distilled by Mike to its essence of "women, money and a good time."

Opens: June 29 (Warner Bros.)

Cast: Channing Tatum, Alex Pettyfer, Matthew McConaughey, Cody Horn, Olivia Munn, Matt Bomer, Riley Keough, Joe Manganiello, Kevin Nash, Adam Rodriguez, Gabriel Iglesias

Director: Steven Soderbergh

Screenwriter: Reid Carolin

Production companies: Iron Horse, Extension 765

Producers: Nick Wechsler, Gregory Jacobs, Channing Tatum, Reid Carolin

Director of photography: Peter Andrews

Production designer: Howard Cummings

Costume designer: Christopher Peterson

Editor: Mary Ann Bernard

Choreographer: Alison Faulk

Rated R, 110 minutes

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Brake: Edinburgh Review

Stephen Dorff in 'Brake

EDINBURGH - High-octane claustrophobia is the aim of Brake, a low-budget, high-concept thriller almost entirely set in the trunk of a car. But a nicely twisty finale notwithstanding, the picture plays very much like a opportunistic, cheap-and-cheerful redux of Buried, Rodrigo Cortes' man-in-a-coffin Ryan Reynolds vehicle from 2010. IFC Films gave this virtual one-man show for Stephen Dorff a fleeting two-theater US release in March - a prelude to what will inevitably be a much longer small-screen afterlife. Festivals seeking undemanding midnight-movie fare for genre-savvy aficionados will perhaps want to give it a spin.

While on paper a vehicle for Dorff - enduring uncomfortably cramped conditions for the bulk of the running-time and seldom off-camera - and a calling-card debutant scriptwriter Matthew Mannion, who must devise means of keeping us engaged in the protagonist's plight, Brake is chiefly of interest as a testament to the skills of veteran sound-designer Richard Beggs. Part of the Walter Murch team which won the 1979 Best Sound Oscar for Apocalypse Now, his first credit, Beggs has over the decades been the go-to-guy for the entire Coppola directing clan - including Sofia Coppola's Venice-winning and Dorff-starring Somewhere.

With by far the most distinguished resume of any behind-the-camera contributor here (including Children of Men, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Rain Man, Ghostbusters), Beggs expertly crafts an immersive soundscape that brings the world outside the trunk to vivid life - thus placing us in the shoes of Secret Service agent Jeremy Reins (Dorff). Reins wakes up to find himself trapped in a transparent, coffin-like perspex box, gradually realizing that he's part of an elaborate, 9/11-style terrorist attack on Washington by unspecified foreign evildoers.

As the car carrying him in its trunk speeds towards an unspecified destination, a red LED clock repeatedly counts down to zero. Like many details of Mannion's script, that LED display is primarily a means of generating and maintaining suspense - all the better to stop us pondering on the contrived implausibilities upon which his story relies. In a game, physically demanding and ferociously committed turn, Dorff does his best to retain our interest and sympathies - drenched at various times in sweat, blood and explosive fluids, though thankfully Jeremy retains impressive control over his bladder and bowels.

Despite its contemporary trappings and terrorist angles, Brake is fundamentally a very old-fashioned kind of picture. With its closed-'room' setting, single main character and reliance on communication devices - here a CB radio and a cellphone - with which its confinee can intermittently communicate with authorities, loved ones and hapless bystanders, it's in a venerable lineage that stretches all the way back to Lucille Fletcher's 1943 radio play Sorry, Wrong Number, adapted for the big screen by Paramount in 1948.

As well as Buried, Brake therefore also invites comparison with the likes of Joel Schumacher's Phone Booth (2002) and David R. Ellis's much-underrated Cellular (2004), both from stories by schlockmeister Larry Cohen. But though Mannion and Torres - who's mainly worked in TV since directing a pair of obscure 1990s indies - display little of Cohen's subversive wit and imagination, they've assembled a reasonably tight little package that builds to an unexpectedly tart payoff.

Venue: Edinburgh International Film Festival, Jun. 22, 2012.

Production company: Walking West Entertainment

Cast: Stephen Dorff, J.R. Bourne, Chyler Leigh, Tom Berenger, Kali Rocha

Director: Gabe Torres

Screenwriter: Matthew Mannion

Producers: Gabe Torres, James Walker, Nathan West

Co-producers: Chyler Leigh, Andrew Hilton

Director of photography: James Mathers

Production designer: John Mott

Costume designer: Mary Grace Froehlich

Music: Brian Tyler

Editor: Sam Restivo

Sales Agent: Walking West, Los Angeles

Rated R, 91 minutes.

Follow Follow: Shanghai Review

Follow Follow - H 2012

One of the first rock 'n roll films ever authorized by the Chinese Film Bureau, the slight but charming Follow Follow is not a docu about Beijings youthful music scene, glimpsed only in passing, but a wry, fetching tale about a lonely girl whose adoration of Kurt Cobain leads her to write a song and sing with a band. This one-man show won young writer-director-editor-composer Peng Lei, the frontman of Beijings well-known band New Pants, the best director nod in the Shanghai Film Festivals Asia New Talent competition. Having the earmarks of a local underground hit, it could climb international festival charts thanks to its quirky point of view on Chinese society that says a lot unemphatically.

Its as important for Chinese kids to be cool and expressionless as it is for their Western counterparts, at least those whose way of life revolves around pop, rock and grunge concerts. A skinny girl called Even (Zhao Yiwen), who lives in a shabby room on the far edge of town, wears her leather jacket like a badge as she negotiates the summer between high school and college. She burns incense in front of a poster of her Nirvana idol, praying to him to save her from boredom. One day, courtesy of a small, unassuming special effect, he arrives in a flying saucer. Briefly explaining hes tired after traveling all the way from Seattle, he lies down on her bed, his long blond hair obscuring his face. And there he remains for the rest of the film, a consoling fantasy that doesnt keep the girl from the more concrete attraction of a cute guitarist (Nakano Akira) with a collection of vintage electric guitars acquired on Internet, which he naively claims belonged to musicians like Paul McCartney and Sid and Nancy. This is typical of the scripts low-key humor, and it needs no further comment to elicit a smile.

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In the same way, Peng Leis direction is cleverly off-the-cuff and unpredictable. Just when Even seems like a talentless groupie who cant learn to play her baby pink guitar in a fancy music school, she suddenly writes a melodious little ditty in Zen-like English on the computer (After party, its time home) which she sings with the aplomb of a seasoned pop star. Its an affirmative moment for a girl who risked being lost in an impersonal world.

Maybe speaking for the director, Evens boyfriend complains that Chinese rock lacks originality and is just following Western models. In a moment of reflection, Cobain also wonders why the Chinese like rock 'n roll so much, and whether they even understand it. Are they attracted out of curiosity, not passion for the music? Will they lose interest when they grow up? Or perhaps its just a fashion, and fashion, of course, means following others.

The young actors are well cast, particularly Zhao Yiwen and her best friend (billed as Panda Jennifer), who project distinct personalities in spite of minimal dialogue and the fact that they maintain a cool silence and blank expression throughout the film.

Venue: Shanghai Film Festival
Production companies: 22Film
Cast: Zhao Yiwen, Nakano Akira, Panda Jennifer
Director: Peng Lei
Screenwriter: Peng Lei
Producer: Jianer Gan
Director of photography: Andrea Cavazzuti
Editor: Peng Lei
Music: Peng Lei
Sales Agent: 22Film
No rating, 95 minutes

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Ted: Film Review

Ted Film Still Mark Wahlberg - H 2012

The merrily rude humor of Family Guy slides right into feature films with nary a burp nor a fart in Ted, a raucously funny goof about a boozing, pot-smoking, foul-mouthed teddy bear who would be instant new best friends with The Hangover guys. Not too many films serve up laughs that just keep on rolling with regularity from beginning to end, but Seth MacFarlane's directorial debut does so and without any feeling of strain. There's admittedly something a bit weird about the premise that might keep away some viewers who would otherwise belly up for a good gross comedy, but the comedy quotient is more than high enough to prompt upbeat word-of-mouth and solid summer business.

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MacFarlane's wise-ass, ecumenically offensive joke-making is recognizable from the first scene, in which a bunch of suburban Christian kids celebrate Christmas by beating up the neighborhood Jewish kid, who in the middle of things warns the unpopular kid not to help him out. Poor little John Bennett has no friends at all until his parents offer him his dreamed-of present: a stuffed bear who fulfills the boy's wish of coming alive.

Naturally, this one-of-a-kind walking and talking creature becomes a national celebrity in 1985 and a wonderful Zelig-like scene has Ted, a totally credible CGI creation voiced in a thick Boston accent by MacFarlane, appearing with Johnny Carson on The Tonight Show. But even a talking bear becomes old hat after a while and, a quarter-century later, Ted suffers the fate of many other child stars, indulging in major substance abuse while living in the past and mooching off others.

Ted's main enabler is his lifelong thunder buddy John (Mark Wahlberg), who, at 35, still spends way too much time getting wasted with his fuzzy friend, whose coat, truth be told, is beginning to wear as thin as his act in spots. John's dreamy girlfriend Lori (Mila Kunis) is more tolerant of the best friend than John deserves, but their fourth anniversary of togetherness cues certain expectations in her that John is not yet ready to offer.

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Like Family Guy, the film serves up cutaway digressions that are hilarious partly for being so unexpected; a flashback to John's first meeting Lori is cast in the form of homage to the Saturday Night Fever disco dance lampoon in Airplane! The fact that some of the jokes sound as if they really belong in the mouth of cartoon characters might have something to do with the fact that Ted was originally conceived as an animated series, but the script by MacFarlane and longtime Family Guy writers Alec Sulkin and Wellesley Wild acknowledges and adheres to traditional structural rules concerning emotional expectations and payoffs; it might even take one step too many in that direction at the close.

The film finds its true nostalgic self in the '80s, or least in a wildly unanticipated mining of its drugged-out ethos personified by Sam Jones, the long-forgotten star of the much-maligned 1980 film Flash Gordon. Just when John has finally chosen Lori over Ted and forced the bear to find his own apartment, Ted calls to insist that John join him at a bash with their all-time favorite actor, the self-same Jones. The latter parties like it's 1980, all right, starting by downing shots and moving on quickly to mounds of coke in a wildly frenetic and pretty outrageous sequence topped by an irate Asian neighbor's duck pecking the crap out of the obscene Ted. Jones, who remains in excellent shape as he approaches 60, is very game and should get a nice little career boost by virtue of his genially gonzo turn.

Singer Norah Jones also contributes a nifty cameo as herself, freely admitting that she had a thing with Ted some years back and that he was pretty good for a guy without the usual equipment. An uncredited appearance, and one so sexually unexpected as to provoke a double and even triple take to make sure it's who you think it is, is put in by Ryan Reynolds.

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MacFarlane has a great knack for getting all his performers to be loose and self-deprecating. The banter between John and Ted has a natural working-class, shooting-the-breeze style just like the men in Family Guy, while the relationship between John and Lori feels genuine and strong enough to make you root for it to work out, with Wahlberg relaxed and very appealing as a guy who's postponed growing up as long as he can and Kunis absolutely adorable as his loyal and patient squeeze. Giovanni Ribisi and Aedin Mincks play a creepy father and son who plot to kidnap the stuffed former kid celebrity, while Jessica Barth goes the extra mile with limited lines to grab laughs as a vulgar tart who's game for a wild fling with Ted.

As did Ben Affleck's Beantown-set The Town, Ted sets its unlikely action climax at Fenway Park.

Opens: Friday, June 29 (Universal)
Production: Fuzzy Door, Blue Grass Films, Media Rights Capital
Cast: Mark Wahlberg, Mila Kunis, Seth MacFarlane, Joel McHale, Giovanni Ribisi, Patrick Warburton, Matt Walsh, Jessica Barth, Aedin Mincks, Bill Smitrovich, Patrick Stewart, Norah Jones, Sam Jones, Tom Skerritt
Director: Seth MacFarlane
Screenwriters: Seth MacFarlane, Alec Sulkin, Wellesley Wild
Story by: Seth MacFarlane
Producers: Scott Stuber, Seth MacFarlane, John Jacobs, Jason Clark
Executive producer: Jonathan Mone
Director of photography: Michael Barrett
Production designer: Stephen Lineweaver
Costume Designer: Debra McGuire
Editor: Jeff Freeman
Music: Walter Murphy
Rated R, 105 minutes.

Mission to Lars: Film Review

How does a man with severe learning disabilities get to meet his hero, the drummer with the planet's biggest heavy rock band? In the case of this slight but warm-hearted British documentary, he embarks on a road trip across California and Nevada with his brother and sister, hoping for a backstage chat and impromptu drum lesson from Metallica's Lars Ulrich. Just as long as he can keep his panic attacks and wild mood swings in check.

The filmmakers first pitched Mission to Lars to TV networks, who turned down the subject matter flat. Undaunted, they pressed on alone, creating a quirky labor of love which is currently on limited release in British theaters. Shot on a shoe-string budget, this highly personal project inevitably feels a little thin and televisual in places. But thanks to its media-friendly backstory and the involvement of global rock megastars Metallica, it could enjoy a similar niche release in non-U.K. territories before finding its natural home on DVD and specialist documentary channels.

Mission to Lars is a family affair. The producer-narrator Kate Spicer is a British newspaper journalist, while her filmmaker brother Will acts as her co-director and travelling companion here. Their 40-year-old middle sibling Tom, the man on a mission, suffers from fragile X syndrome, a genetic condition that affects about one in every 4,000 men and one in every 6,000 women. Described by his sister as autism with knobs on," Tom's condition manifests itself in seriously impaired learning and single-minded obsessions, which explains his fixation on Metallica and Ulrich in particular.

The Spicers present their transatlantic quest as a family bonding exercise and a way of raising awareness about their brother's condition. Indeed, profits from the film are going to the British mental health charity Mencap. In truth, this complex and weighty subject soon becomes secondary to the episodic road-trip format, which strains at times to be a real-life version of Rain Man. At one point in the journey, the film-makers interview a leading US expert on fragile X, but this brief scene is frustratingly light on factual meat.

Instead, the Spicers do their best to inject suspense and jeopardy into the story, overplaying every minor setback and petty disagreement in the stage-managed style of a reality TV show. Tom goes missing on the morning of their flight from London to L.A., but he is quickly located. On the verge of seeing Metallica play in Las Vegas, Tom gets cold feet and declines to attend the show. When he finally works up the courage to go backstage at the band's Anaheim concert, he and Kate sit in nail-biting limbo while they await Ulrich's arrival.

Will the diminutive Danish-born rocker even deign to see them? Will this sentimental journey end happily? Well, there is a pretty heavy clue in the title. This artificially amplified anxiety becomes mildly irritating, but without it the film would have little narrative drive at all. And in fairness, when Ulrich does finally appear, his easy warmth and generosity toward Tom gives this slight story the emotional jolt it needs to gearshift from superior home movie to universal celebration of human kindness and musical connection.

The Spicers pulled off something of a coup by persuading Metallica to co-operate with their low-budget DIY movie, which even includes a live performance of one of their biggest hits, Enter Sandman. That said, it is easy to see why the band gave their approval. Their previous venture onto the big screen, in Joe Berlinger and Bruce Sinofsky's 2004 rockumentary Some Kind of Monster, caught them in the depths of bitter in-fighting and painful group therapy. Although officially approved and critically well received, it was hardly a flattering portrait, particularly as it coincided with a low point in Metallica's musical career and public reputation.

Mission to Lars is a much smaller film, with a narrower potential audience. But it is also much sweeter, painting Metallica as compassionate and fan-friendly. As the biggest heavy rock superstars on the planet, with their reputation largely restored in recent years, they scarcely need the publicity. But even a quirky little project like this is clearly a win-win situation for band and filmmakers alike. It will not teach you very much about either autism or Metallica, but you will leave the theater smiling.

Production company: Spicer and Moore
Cast: Kate Spicer, Tom Spicer, Lars Ulrich
Director: James Moore, William Spicer
Producers: James Moore, William Spicer
Executive producer: Kate Spicer
Director of photography: William Spicer, Leigh Alner
Writer: Kate Spicer
Editors: Mags Arnold, Tom Herrington, Ben Luria, James Moore
Music: Mike Lindsay
Sales agent: Spicer and Moore
Rated 12A, 76 minutes