I was told by somebody today after kendo class that director Miike will be in town this Saturday. I was just on the Japan Society website yesterday and I didn't see it so I was skeptical. When I went home to verify, sure enough, it was there!February 4, 2009
TAKASHI MIIKE IN NY!!
I was told by somebody today after kendo class that director Miike will be in town this Saturday. I was just on the Japan Society website yesterday and I didn't see it so I was skeptical. When I went home to verify, sure enough, it was there!February 3, 2009
Art Theatre Guild of Japan Showcases Films in NY
Beginning February 18th to March 1st, the Japan Society will be screening selected works from the Art Theater Guild (ATG).
Pitfall (Otoshiana, Hiroshi Teshigahara, 1962)
February 2, 2009
Film Essays and Events Around New York City
January 26, 2009
NOTORIOUS: The Experience

In the last few years, there has been enough of an explosion of music-biopic pictures to warrant their own category in the Academy Awards. That being said, NOTORIOUS was very much that, another music-biopic.
No doubt Notorius B.I.G., aka Biggie Smalls, aka Christopher George Latore Wallace was one of the most influential figures in rap history, let alone one of the biggest (figuratively and literally) musicians of the nineties, but I, for one, think Biggie deserves a little more than that.
On the other hand, Notorious B.I.G. was a legacy, a controversial figure who ascended from the streets only to wind up crashing in his prime. The story writes itself, no? I didn't have a chance to delve into his music lifestyle at the time it came out (owing to me being too young and too, well, pigmentally challenged.) However, I did have a chance to listen to most of "Life after Death" on a car ride to Brooklyn on a film shoot. In total, Biggie Smalls is an image, a part of time and a place that only comes around once; it was inevitable that he get a movie sooner or later. So, what better place to see it than in Brooklyn?
My first indication of the effect of this film was the presence of PO at the door. My first instincts were only confirmed when I got to the theater. Even though I arrived about a half an hour early, I had to sit in the neck-breaking seats in the very front. As one movie-goer put it, "some good-ass seats."
After a mind-numbing 3 Doors Down National Guard commercial that made me forget what good music sounds like, the "Notorious" Experience began.
What I'm about to write next may be a major spoiler for some of you, but it's more of a statement of fact. The movie starts with, well; to put it bluntly (cough cough,) Biggie gets shot. In one moment, my expectations went down the drain like yesterdays bath water. I had naïvely hoped, in my film-critic's optimism, that George Tillman Jr. and Sean P. Combs could put together something totally original in this age of carbon-copy music biopics.
It seems like at some future date, no matter what genre or artist you are into, there will be a biopic for you. Before I continue with this review, I'll take a moment to spell out the basic formula: young, disillusioned artist is an outcast; he finds music as a channel for his talents and quickly becomes popular; as his star rises, he goes out, screws a lot of women, has a bunch of babies, and does tons of drugs. Finally, he crashes, loses everything, and has to find himself again, either through spirituality, the music, or more drugs and sex.
And, "Notorious" is no exception. If you've seen "Ray," "Walk the Line," "Sid and Nancy," or even, "Walk Hard, The Dewey Cox Story," you've got the basic gist of what happens. Except, in Notorious there are a lot more swearing and titties. I was even waiting for someone to say, "he needs more blankets and less blankets at the same time!"
By the way, Lil' Kim gets all sorts of naked in this move, which no-one has a problem with. (Well, as long as it's not actually her.)
What perturbed me about this film was the handling of the transitions; some scenes would cut through literally years without any explanation. In one cut, Biggie suddenly has another kid. Sometimes it works, however. For example, Biggie goes from talking to Lil' Kim (Naturi Naughton, more like, Naturi HOTton (bad joke,)) to gettin' it ON in one brilliant cut.
To be fair, everyone put in a great performance in this film. Jamal Woolard was thoroughly convincing as the legendary B.I.G. Angela Basset also delivered. Some parts, which weren't over the top or formulaic, were incredibly touching and deep. In one scene, a friend from the streets, who went to jail rather than allow Biggie to sacrifice his burgeoning career, returns to console an ailing Smalls in the hospital after his accident.
But for every place where is shines, "Notorious" falls just as hard. Some of the dialogue was extremely contrived, as if the idea was, "Let's give Biggie the most ghetto thing to say." When informed of his first child, T'Yanna, Smalls responds, "Damn." Also, the whole East-Coast West-Coast rivalry was handled EXTREMELY gingerly, avoiding taking sides at all costs, and defending Biggie's claim at the same time.
Tupac and B.I.G. were portrayed as, if I may insert a white-ism, "bro's." Then, after the 1994 shooting happens, the whole dynamic does a one-eighty. I'm perfectly willing to admit that I'm not the most qualified person to examine hip-hop history (say that three times fast, G,) but it seems to me there's much more to it that what was put on the screen. Moreover, some of the way the material was handled was (for me) a bit tame. If you listen to Biggie's music, he talks about some sick shit. These were people who DID come from the streets, who did deal and struggle and commit various crimes, something which is lost on a polished movie set. It's not enough to throw around the F-word and show some fantastic breasts; everything you hear on a street corner in Brooklyn, for instance, ain't gonna make it up on the B.I.G. Screen. Word.
I guess the final nagging point that I'm hammering away at here is this: Biggie Smalls was such an interesting person and lead such an interesting life that his biopic practically writes itself. Moreover, relying on formulas to tell stories, especially those that could be better told without, is one of my core gripes with Hollywood. It gets to the point where you can set your watch to dramatic events.
Or maybe I'm whipping a dead horse.
So, if you like music biopics, and you like Biggie, "Notorious" is the movie for you. If you don't like music and you don't like movies, then you should probably get out more.
One final note: the fact that Puff Daddy (or Sean "Diddy," or P. Diddy, or Poo Doodley, or whatever he wants to call himself nowadays) did not appear in the movie, but only executive produced it endears me to him just a little bit.
It's just a matter of time before we see the Tupac movie.
Schrader out.
January 7, 2009
Forgotten in '08: 'Shrooms'

In my research for the best (and worst) films of 2008, I came across this little emerald from the land of Leprechauns and whiskey, Ireland. Relative new-comer to the states, Paddy Breathnach directs Pearse Elliott's swan-song of drug use. "Shrooms" tries to combine the usually fraternal "stoner crowd," and "cheezy horror flick crowd" by creating a horror movie centered around the search and consumption of psilocybin mushrooms.
Rundown of fodder characters:
Tara - Lindsey Haun: The heroine, whose ingestion of an ordinarily toxic mushroom gives her the power to see the future in her dreams. (Most people go to Ireland to kiss the Blarney stone and get the gift of gab, but I think this is a fair trade off.)
Jake - Jack Huston: The dreamy, dark, mysterious, "in the know" character, who rescues Tara from her deadly trip with mouth to mouth, which, when you're dealing with poisoning, is a really REALLY bad idea.
Troy - Max Kasch: A Jay (of "Jay and Silent Bob" fame) lookalike, who astoundingly makes all the other bobble-heads look intelligent by comparison.
Lisa - Maya Hazen: The slightly-hotter-than-the-others chick who contributes nothing to the plot but an endless hatred for anything less pretty than she.
Holly - Alice Greczyn: To call this one the ditz would be like calling Sarah Jessica Parker "the ugly one" in "Sex and the City."
Bluto - Robert Hoffman: See above.
The film centers around a cabal of brainless American brats who travel to the backwoods of Ireland (the mecca of consciousness-expansion) for the sole purpose of "tripping" on "shrooms." Jack, er, I mean, Jake warns the group not to eat Death Cap Shrooms, which look similar to the "magic" variety, but, apparently, Tara was thinking about her hair during that speech, wanders off on her own, and eats one anyway. Now, I wouldn't know anything about Amanita phalloides, but I do know that poisonous mushrooms do a lot of things besides "giving you the gift of foresight." When Tara ingests the cap, she is miraculously able to see the future; when, in reality, she would have jaundice, hypoglycemia, and massive organ failure before erupting in explosive diarrhea, and dying. But that doesn't make for a very attractive film. (Or does it?)
Also, A. phalloides doesn't look anything like in the movie.
Before the halfway point, the entire cast hates one another, and everyone is totally suspicious of each other peeping on their bedroom escapades (or, rather, back-of-a-truck escapades.) Then, Bluto (neither Popeye's arch-nemisis, nor John Belushi in Animal House,) in a funk, drinks an elixir of the stuff, wanders through the woods, where he sees a talking cow, then, inexplicably sticks his manhood into the window of a dilapidated car. And, to make matters worse, while cavorting around in his undershorts, apparently, he had possession of ALL of their cell-phones! Oh no! Good idea alert #1: Give your only means of communication to the dumbest member of the group!
Despite all I might say, this film has THE best depiction of a talking cow EVER in film history.
This is the point at which the film's plot takes off like a truant truck driver, pepped up on goofenthal, with a full tank of gas and a dead hooker in the trunk, as the horror from the film doesn't stem (yuk) from anything relating to the characters, but rather, on situations which could happen, were one to be under the influence of psychedelic drugs. To reiterate: nothing scary actually happens; it's all, "is he/she tripping, or is this actually happening?" Well, put down your hash-pipe, Sgt. Pepper, and light a stick of incense, 'cuz you just described everything in this movie.
So, in their incapacitated states, rather than sitting tight until they sober up and resuming the search with level heads (you know, like sane people would do,) Tara leads a G.I. Joe platoon of buxom ladies into the woods to rescue their dear friend.
Then, of course, Holly comes across a "Blair Witch Project" shelter, which she, of course, runs up to and inquires of the "Deliverance" hill-people for help. They direct her to a phone with the brilliant line: "You asked 'did we have a phone?' You didn't ask 'does it work?'" And, of COURSE! She is mercilessly slaughtered.
Tall, Dark, and Stupid leads Jason Mewes to go find the girls, when they start tripping and slip away with an elegant, "fuck this!" Lisa pushes Tara into a swamp, where she foresees their companion's death… previously… Hey, wait a minute! I thought foresight only worked FORwards! Oh man, somebody sold me some bad A. phalloides.
Anyway, it is then that Tara opens up to her companion about her new skills, to which, Lisa responds by screaming and running into the swamp. Good idea alert #2, when on mind altering substances in the open, separate from your only companion! And, as if that wasn't good enough, after Lisa has a run in with whatever evil meanie is killing everybody, Tara wanders right in after her!
Somehow, the three remaining survivors meet up in the same dilapitated shack, and are systematically hunted down by the film's villain: A GUY IN A BURLAP SACK WITH A REALLY BIG HUNTING KNIFE. That's it. That's scary. I mean, that's scary? Well, sure, if you're unarmed and on drugs, but, seriously?
The one point this film misses more than anything is, it's always a bad idea to presuppose the audience will be on drugs. First, anything when viewed under the influence of drugs will automatically be "awesome." (Case in point: The "Harold and Kumar" franchise.) Second, anything which is supposed to be viewed while on drugs will be HEINOUS when viewed sober. (Case in point: "HELP!") Third, and finally, if you're going to make a movie about drugs, you'd better be ready to shell out some real dough for trippy special effects. The "tripping" effects in this film were scaled way down (not that I would know, cough, cough,) to little more than a fish-eye lens. (In contrast to say, "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.")
On top of having a plot with the consistency of swiss cheese, this film is home to some dialogue gems such as:
Tara: "Something really shitty could've happened to Bluto!"
To which Troy replies: "Shit happens."
Tara: "I overdosed on the heroin of shrooms!" (Krosman: What does that even mean? Does she need more shrooms to survive?)
Deliverance guy 1
"Lovely tongue on a bull calf."
"Fuck reality." (I think this should have been the tagline.)
T: "I've got a feeling!" (A feeling deep inside, oh yeah!)
L: "The feeling has us in shit creek!" She then pushes Tara into the mud.
Special thanks to Krosman for creative input.
Schrader out.
P.S. While the imdb page lists 2006 as the release date, "Shrooms" was released in the States in '08, so kick yourself for not going to see it in theaters last year.
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August 17, 2008
The Politics of The Dark Knight
THERE ARE SPOILERS (that, and the unacquainted won't understand what the hell I am talking about. Just see the damn movie already.)
When comic book adaptations come to mind, I've been more disposed to think of the smarmy excesses of Robert Downey, Jr.'s Iron Man or the big, bright CGI cluttered vision of New York in the recent Spiderman series. With The Dark Knight (and like minded forerunner Batman Begins), Christopher Nolan and crew seem hellbent on creating a gritty comic universe, a more realistic reflection of the modern metropolis.
The idea of 'realism' in big screen comic stories is slippery territory. What The Dark Knight has created is a lavish allegory on politics and American manias. Batman is cast- strangely enough for a subterranean, anti-hero- as a conservative superman. Conservatism might be the last tag that comes to mind when thinking of Bruce Wayne and his alter ego but it seems an apt description in Nolan's world.
For one, Batman's dependance on and faith in technology to vanquish his foes is a reminder of America's own technologic and militaristic ventures. 20th century America is bound to be remembered for innovations (often dubious) like the Manhattan Project and the U2 spy plane. This is a nonpartisan fixation but has been marked by distinctly conservative projects like the Regan era Strategic Defense Initiative.
Nolan's Dark Knight takes Batman's traditional utility belt a step further with an endless bevy of vague technological implements that are dispensed with the convenience of plot. If it seems like a bad guy has got Bats on the ropes, then our hero is likely to bust out some obscure device to turn the tables. Batman's cutting edge gear is juxtaposed with the Joker's ramshackle assortment of goods; cell phone rigged bombs and moth eaten suits wired with grenades. A scene late into the movie has Joker in full nurse garb bashing away at a fickle detonator. With Batman cast as conservative hero, this is the perfect image of contrast. Joker is a sexual and political subversive playing with his homemade tech goods.
The film is most aware of this conservative/radical dialectic when Batman employs an experimental radar system to track down the Joker. He creates a city-spanning network that opens up the possibility of spying on any or all of the denizens of Gotham City. This moral dilemma calls to mind the privacy issue in America sparked by Patriot Act. Batman takes advantage of the system despite the resistance of his technological consultant, Lucius Fox. Although the film closes with the destruction of the spy network, a compromise has been made. In the face of defeat, Batman (and in this allegory, America) has suspended morality for the sake of control. While The Dark Knight closes suspended in air, just like the Joker, it does seem to resolve the issue of Batman's heroism with Jim Gordon's epilogue. With Batman re-anointed Gotham's rebel savior, it appears the film endorses his (our) moral lapse.
August 9, 2008
The French Crime Wave at the Film Forum

I'm not the biggest fan of French New Wave Cinema. However, for a reason I can't fully express in words, I do love Jean-Pierre Melville. Since seeing Le Samourai, I've been religiously watching all of his films that have been released by Criterion (and two more are coming out in October, by the way). His films, although not the greatest, have an extremely interesting and certain appeal to me which ranks him as one of the most interesting filmmakers in my constantly changing list of "favorite directors". So, when I saw that the Film Forum is going to show a few Melville's, I thought that I should share the information.