Director: Carol Reed Writer: Graham Green, Orson Welles, Alexander Korda Stars: Orson Welles, Joseph Cotten, Alida Valli
Synopsis: Pulp novelist Holly Martins travels to shadowy, postwar Vienna, only to find himself investigating the mysterious death of an old friend, Harry Lime.
Just a few years after the end of World War II, Austria was occupied by the Allies and the capital of Vienna was split into sectors like Berlin was. American author Holly Martins (Joseph Cotten) arrives to take a job from his friend Harry Lime (Orson Welles), but is told that Lime was struck by a car and killed. Learning more about Harry’s death, Martins first meets Lime’s girlfriend (Alida Valli), then talks to British Major Calloway (Trevor Howard), who reveals that Lime was under investigation for stealing medicine from hospitals and reselling it on the black market in diluted forms. Preparing to go back to America, Martins is shocked one night to find Harry Lime is alive and well…and in hiding.
Writer Graham Greene, one of the best writers of crime in the 20th century, penned his original screenplay of this post-war noir for titan producers Alexander Korda and David O. Selznick and director Carol Reed (Oliver!). Out of it came an instant classic which remains among the greatest pictures produced in British film history and one of the most memorable ones of the 1940s. Early strains of the Cold War create the atmosphere of unsettled politics and exploiting the desperation of the citizens in need. Vienna’s ruins, surviving attractions, and labyrinth of their sewers served as a perfect set to film the action which Greene went through and incorporated into his script.
For Reed, it marked the pinnacle of his career as Britain’s top director following the massive success of Odd Man Out and The Fallen Idol, winning the first BAFTAs presented for Best Film as well as the Palme d’Or at Cannes for this film. He was still twenty years away from an Oscar win, but Reed’s command of mystery stories was undeniable. He utilized unusual camera angles, the Dutch angle most famously, to keep a sense of unbalance with every moment that was taking place. Holly Martins was never walking a straight line in his search for Harry and the truth behind his “death.” It is a topsy-turvy run through every street and every passage in the sewers for Martins to find the real truth.
The star of the film was Orson Welles, who embodied the perfect enigma of a man with many secrets. Welles, despite the acclaim of Citizen Kane and The Lady From Shanghai, did not direct the film and was famously troublesome during production. He came to Vienna late in production and refused to film the sewer scenes on location, forcing the rebuilding of the sets in England. While in Vienna, he drank openly and caused problems with officials in all four sectors, nearly being arrested. (He allegedly called a Russian soldier a “c***sucker,” but thankfully that soldier knew zero English.) The International Police Headquarters was run by the Americans, who saved Welles from any serious repercussions.
There was one big positive thing Welles added to his character. While he refuted claims that he co-directed the film with Reed, Welles wasn’t a big fan of Greene’s dialogue and would sometimes ad-lib or rewrite his own lines. The most famous scene in the film was Lime and Martins on the ferris wheel, the Riesenrad, and Lime being confronted with the accusations of stealing penicillin. He responds with a monologue and completes it with these famous analogy, which, according to Greene, Welles actually wrote:
“You know what the fellow said—in Italy, for 30 years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed; but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love; they had 500 years of democracy and peace—and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock! So long, Harry.”
Accompanying the film was a delicate string score which added to the film’s status. Instead of an orchestrated piece, Reed hired zither player Anton Karas after hearing his melancholic music played from a cafe one day. After convincing Karas to come to London to record, Karas composed rather quickly what would be the theme song to the movie, which became an international hit and made the unknown Karas into a major star. There could not have been a better instrument to illustrate the constant unevenness Holly Martins is feeling, especially when encountering Lime. It isn’t overused and the sound comes in at the right moments, from Lime’s introduction (an all-time scene) to the melancholy end when Lime’s girlfriend walks by Martins and ignores him.
From its release, everybody knew this was an absolute masterpiece that would stand the test of time. The Third Man serves as this documented map of Austria after the war in its rebuilding state as well as the perfect mystery. The combination of a stellar script, perfect directing, and high-class acting carries through the film and shaped British cinema. In a film born out of rebuilding the future, Green, Reed, and the entire cast produce the fatalism of idealism of what a just world should have been, but that this life is, as always, a zero-sum game.
This week on Chasing the Gold, Shadan and Erica discuss the actors and actresses who are most due to win their first Oscar in the near future! Some of them have been working for a long time. Some of them are kind of new to the scene. Either way, there are some notable actors that are on the verge of winning their first Oscar, and we wanted to talk about why they’re so deserving.
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Director: Alfred Hitchcock Writer: John Michael Hayes Stars: James Stewart, Grace Kelly, Thelma Ritter
Synopsis: A house and wheelchair-bound photographer, his fashion model girlfriend and his visiting Nurse spy on neighbors from his courtyard window. Despite skepticism by his PD Detective friend, they’re convinced one of his neighbors is a murderer.
Many sayings about neighbors basically tell us same thing: don’t be nosy. Those who live in cramped cities know how truly difficult that can be. You can hear your neighbor through the wall as if they were sitting next to you. The couple down the street fighting have an audience as big as an amateur boxing match. Any time anyone opens a window they invite the sounds, smells, and opinions of everyone around them. We all know the inkling to create a story based on observed behavior or an off hand comment. We all know what it’s like to suspect our neighbors of malfeasance on just a hunch. This is why Rear Window has endured for 70 years.
The greatness of John Michael Hayes’ adapted script is the depth of the detail of all of the people who are only known to L.B. “Jeff” Jeffries (James Stewart) by what he can see peeping into their windows from his lofty perch. There’s an entire ecosystem across the courtyard that never notices Jeff’s existence. The script not only balances the murder plot and Jeff’s woes about his love life, but entire stories on their own that play out in small vignettes. There is a beginning, middle, and end to the entire saga of Miss Lonelyhearts (Judith Evelyn). There are a half dozen additional stories going at any one time and they are all balanced and serve the main plot exquisitely.
The brilliance of Alfred Hitchcock’s direction and his long-time collaborator, cinematographer Robert Burks’ camera work is that most of their shots come from the angle of Jeff’s apartment. Even though the plot progresses outside of it, we’re contained in the apartment with Jeff. We see everything he can see as well as what’s inside his apartment. There’s a world of movement and life that is constantly happening even as we get shots of Jeff and his compatriots in Jeff’s apartment. There’s never more zoom than what Jeff can achieve with his binoculars or the long lens of his camera. The best shot they create is a static one of a completely dark apartment with all the action happening in the courtyard. Then out of the gloom, the red glow of a cigar as the potential murderer sits in contemplation. It gives you more chills than the screams that bring Jeff to the window in the first place.
The sound design of Rear Window is simply impeccable. Sound editor Howard Beals and sound recording mixer Loren L. Ryder, both uncredited on the film, build a constant soundscape that is both banal and dynamic. There are constant cars honking, children playing, and other daytime sounds as Jeff stares out his window or chats with Stella (Thelma Ritter), his insurance company nurse. It’s at night that sound becomes important and the discomfort we have when the silence of the night is broken by a slamming door, a discordant strike of the piano keys, or even a scream. It’s a phenomenally effective way to transition the story.
What’s also phenomenally effective is Grace Kelly’s performance as, reading from top to bottom, Lisa… Carol… Fremont. Hitchcock films are famous for his blondes. Like many of Hitchcock’s blondes, Lisa is woefully underwritten, but Grace Kelly manages to pull from the depths of Lisa, a tragic figure who, like Miss Lonelyhearts, just wants someone to notice her for her. Jeff is insulting to Lisa’s want of a committed relationship. He mansplains the world to her, but Lisa gives as good as she gets. She one-ups Jeff and his nonsense and even risks it all to try and impress upon him that she can and will be what he thinks he wants her to be. In the end, we think she has decided like so many others before her to tamp down her entire personality for her significant other in the wordless final scene. As Jeff naps in his wheelchair, Lisa lounges on the bed. Instead of a designer dress, Lisa has herself outfitted in sensible shoes, trousers, and a neat button up. With a wry smile at her sleeping lover she drops the rugged travelog for a fresh copy of Harper’s Bazaar. That is the true wonder in Kelly’s performance that she can make manifest what we have to often read into Lisa’s motives. She wants Jeff, for some reason, and she’ll make sacrifices to do it, but she’ll maintain her sense of self until she can gradually come into her own again.
Rear Window may be the best of Hitchcock’s films. It has so many devious moves and machinations, but doesn’t ever leave the single location it’s in. It’s like a locked room mystery except all the action is outside of the room and the detective is stuck inside piecing scant thoughts together. The depth of the world outside the window is unmatched and the world itself is so rich with excitement and banality in equal measure. It’s a film to watch over and over again because you’ll see something different every time you watch, a new detail, a new clue, and a new love for a truly great film.
Joaquin Phoenix’s stunning departure days before he was set to shoot his gay romance drama with Todd Haynes brings up a nasty history of sudden cancellations. While the details have not come out yet over this production, other issues which have shut down projects are either understandable or just selfish. Lawsuits get put up, friendships ended, reputations are soiled, and the stories of what caused these breakdowns get told as part of Hollywood lore. Some overcome these false starts while others never get up. Here are some of these down-and-out productions.
Henri-Georges Clouzot’s Inferno (1964)
With the universal acclaim of The Wages of Fear and Les Diaboliques, Clouzot was given a big budget by Columbia Pictures to shoot a psychological thriller with Romy Schneider and Serge Reggani. Filmed in his native France, problems from the start doomed the shoot. Record heat on location caused various health issues with cast and crew with Reggani departing from the film. The lake underneath a bridge which was to play a major part of the film was quickly losing water, causing continuity issues, and the actors began fighting with Clouzot over the numerous takes he was asking. Before Reggani’s replacement could be cast, Clouzot suffered a serious heart attack and the plug was pulled three weeks after shooting started.
The Two Jakes (1990)
The sequel to Chinatown was something that was struggling to get everything lined up until it seemed all was put together in 1985. The late Robert Towne would direct and write the film, Jack Nicholson was back as Jake Gettes, and Robert Evans would be producing again. Evans would also play a major character in the film as a client of Gettes with the same first name. He had acted before but it had been decades since he put his face on the screen. The screen tests were awful, but only days before shooting did Towne tell Evans he was going to be replaced. As Evans was the main financier, he left the entire project and the filming was canceled.
The Two Jakes would get made with Evans back as producer while Harvey Keitel playing the second Jake and Nicholson as director, but the three partners were estranged as Evans slowly faxed his script from Bora Bora. Clearly, the bitterness of years earlier was still being held and they would not speak to each other for many years. Not surprisingly, the film failed critically and commerically, and we’re left with the stories of the behind-the-scenes drama.
The Double (1996)
Based on the novel by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, director Roman Polanski would’ve had John Travolta and Isabelle Adjani playing dopplegangers of each other. The set was made and everyone was signed up and ready to go. But the changes of the script during the rehearsals caused major arguments between Travolta and Polanski and Travolta stormed out, went to his private jet, and flew back home. They tried to cover the departure by saying Travolta had a family emergency, but the details leaked out and nothing else was explained except creative differences.
Broadway Brawler (1997)
Bruce Willis had a streak in Disney films with Armageddon, The Sixth Sense, and The Kid which were successful from 1998 to 2000. This is because of what happened in 1997 after his behavior shut down the whole production about a retired hockey player and his new relationship with a character played by Maura Tierney. Willis was also the producer, and after three weeks, he fired several members of the crew, including director Lee Grant. With half the budget spent, Disney shut it all down and put the blame on Willis. After settling out of court with all who were supposed to be paid in full, Willis settled with Disney to take a much-reduced salary for the name films to make up the loss of about $20 million.
Wake (2015)
Bruce Willis, Ben Kingsley, Piper Perabo, and Ellen Burstyn signed up to star in this thriller about a man returning to his estranged home which began shooting in February 2015. Ten days into principal photography, the financing suddenly fell apart, forcing a delay and a scramble for the funding. However, due to Willis’ busy schedule (this is not his fault) and the conflict about one of the producers who wouldn’t leave the project due to the failure on their part to bring in the financing as promised, Willis and director John Pogue left the project and it was never restarted.
As summer ends, we move into a new period of new releases by Criterion that go into anarchism, darkness, and transgressive behavior that not many films plunge into. Only one film is a re-release while another is a return to the Criterion after many years; two contemporary releases also join and both touch upon death is different ways. A controversial American indie dramedy comes aboard, and a radical trilogy of works about gay youth and their revolt against mainstream, heterosexual America fill out the lineup for this September’s inductions.
The Long Good Friday (1980)
I had a wide grin when I saw this film was coming out. It was an original Criterion release that fell out-of-print many years ago, but has finally come back. The first release from George Harrison’s HandMade Films, Bob Hoskins plays a gangster looking to close a major business deal with his American counterparts when a series of attacks threatens to undo everything he’s worked for. Dame Helen Mirren is the girlfriend who is very cool in her delivery and support for her boyfriend’s actions as they fight to keep it all under control while hounding those who want to tear it all down from them. With the special features is the documentary, An Accidental Studio (2019), which interviews those who worked during the heyday of HandMade Films.
Repo Man (1984)
On re-release is Alex Cox’s cyberpunk cult classic of Los Angeles in a broken state and a tow trucker (Harry Dean Stanton) who shows a young nihilistic rocker (Emilio Estevez) the job of repossessing cars. But with one car they come to get, they find it has certain powers which has connection to possible aliens. This critique of Reaganism and consumerism by the British Cox is an eclectic trip of punk music mashed with contemporary complaints of a wasting generation not part of the times and became a bigger hit once released on VHS in the thick of the home technological boom.
Gregg Araki’s Teen Apocalypse Trilogy (1993-1997)
New Queer Cinema birthed an anti-establishment Generation X director in Araki who came out with a radical set of movies about disillusionment, surrealism, rebellion, and free sexual expression against the mainstream. Among those who starred in the trilogy included Rose McGowan, Margaret Cho, Parker Posey, and James Duval. In Totally Fucked Up, Araki follows a group of young gays who live together and survive day by day. The Doom Generation is a wild road trip movie about a teen couple who pick up a hitchhiker and make stops full of mayhem along the way. Nowhere follows a group of LA college students and their strange lives which Araki described as Beverly Hills 90210 on acid. Each film with a different plot, but all three with the same themes and thriving on violence, sex, and mindfucking the viewers.
Happiness (1998)
Writer-director Todd Solondz dark comedy-drama follows mulitple storylines from suburbia of people who are looking for love but get some in some unusual ways. The film was rated NC-17 because of its disturbing sexual content ranging from adultery to pedophilia. With an ensemble including Philip Seymour Hoffman, Lara Flynn Boyle, Jon Lovitz, Ben Gazzara, and Dylan Baker, Happiness is Solondz’s very bold and daring combination of humanity from those who struggle to find their happiness and the taboo ways they try to find it. Happiness later resulted in a sequel, Life During Wartime (2008), which is already available on Criterion.
All Of Us Strangers (2023)
Andrew Haigh has a third film after Weekend and 45 Years to enter the Criterion Closet with this story of love, loss, and memory. A screenwriter (Andrew Scott) is working alone in a hotel until he meets a mysterious neighbor (Paul Mescal) and begins an affair with him. He reconnects with his parents (Claire Foy & Jamie Bell), but it is a reach that bends time and space. It is a solemn film with Scott arguably giving his best performance to date and notches another classic LGBTQ film from the last twenty years.
Totem (2023)
From Mexico, director Lila Avilés’s story is set in a household preparing for a dying man’s birthday party through the eyes of a child, Sol. Soon, Sol learns the pains of letting go and saying goodbye as the party nears and the atmosphere starts to weigh heavily on everyone. Aviles explores the dynamics of family in a difficult period and gives life to how they may celebrate life as a child learns the next stage which comes after.
Director: Claude Schmitz Writers: Claude Schmitz, Kostia Testut Stars: Olivier Rabourdin, Louise Leroy, Kate Moran
Synopsis: A private detective forced to face the ghosts of his past when his niece asks him to investigate her father’s death.
“If he wasn’t dead, I’d be filing for divorce.” So says Shelby (Kate Moran) with a scoff as she tells Gabriel Laurens (Olivier Rabourdin) about the shady behavior her late husband – and Gabriel’s identical twin – François (also Rabourdin) exhibited in the lead-up to his death. As we learned earlier in Claude Schmitz’s The Other Laurens, François was killed in a car wreck, although his daughter Jade (Louise Leroy, making her big-screen debut in style) isn’t so sure that’s the full story. It helps that her uncle Gabriel, despite having become estranged from his brother years ago, is a private investigator. Fueled by conviction and confusion, Jade seeks Gabriel’s help; thankfully for The Other Laurens, her hunch has some weight to it, and it might just start with her mother. “If he wasn’t dead, I’d be filing for divorce.” Say, isn’t it a bit easier to tidy up a rich man’s assets when he’s in the ground as opposed to seated in a defendant’s seat?
As serious as this all sounds, Schmitz’s longest feature to date – his other films, including 2018’s excellent Carwash, barely scratch the 80-minute mark – is delivered in a vein more akin to the work of the Coens, and not just due to its crime backdrop, a plot device their films tend to prioritize. The Other Laurens certainly contains a good mystery, but it’s special due toits dry, deadpan humor, its grainy, 70s-style vibe (thanks in large part to Florian Berutti’s cinematography and Thomas Turine’s pulsating score), and its ensemble, a troupe of actors that enjoy varying amounts of screen time yet all make meals out of their performances. Such is especially the case for Rabourdin and Leroy, the unlikely duo that Schmitz tracks throughout the film as they search for the truth behind Jade’s father’s death.
That truth is far from easily-uncovered, as it involves deceit after deceit, drug deals gone awry, and one particularly menacing motorcycle gang that, given what they get up to behind closed doors, makes The Bikeriders’ Vandals look like the Teletubbies. No matter the opposition, Gabriel seems a capable opponent, a chameleonic figure who spends much of the film unwillingly morphing into the brother he left behind so long ago. It’s not that the life François led was unenticing; he was a real estate tycoon whose French chateau would make for a killer one-episode locale in a prestige HBO drama. But his brother’s old orbit is something Gabriel intentionally fled after his own life unraveled, and returning to it caused him to endure a black hole-esque pull into a dark world that he never meant to take part in.
Of course, this is precisely what Schmitz hopes for the audience to latch onto, a blending between the two brothers that lends itself to an increasingly-captivating narrative thread surrounding identity crises and complex familial dynamics, a series of psychological battles that cause Gabriel to agonize over his past more than he already has. That Jade sees directly through him makes for something all the more compelling: An intermittent battle of wits between youth and experience. The author Robert Fulgham once wrote, “Don’t worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watching you.” Jade certainly listens, but her gaze is her real superpower.
The Other Laurens is far more successful as a two-hander, a relationship-centric mystery involving Gabriel and Jade than it is a massive caper with an endlessly plotty scheme and an even bigger cast. That’s helped along by the fact that Rabourdin and Leroy play well together, a duo that screams juxtaposition in their respective appearances and mental makeups. Rabourdin is captivatingly stoic and massive, qualities he evidently has as a performer but wasn’t necessarily able to access as a supporting player in Catherine Breillat’s Last Summer, also from this year. That Rabourdin, playing a private eye, is opposite Leroy, who inhabits a spry teen that seems to court danger wherever she goes, certainly aids matters.
Yet it stands to reason that Schmitz might be just as capable of spinning this film’s web no matter who he was working with. The Other Laurens is a film that prioritizes its whirlwind of a premise to a fault at times, but commits to selling it nonetheless. By the time it touches down at its perhaps-inevitable conclusion, the fact that we’ve arrived at our predetermined destination matters far more than the turbulence that was prominent along the way. Bumps in the road are called bumps for a reason, after all; if we saw them as roadblocks, we’d spend all of our time going in circles. The Other Laurens occasionally flirts with that dangerous fate, but that it lands the plane in the end is enough of a gift to walk away appreciating the ride.
On this episode, JD is joined by the great Dave Giannini to discuss Ethan Hawke’s overlooked, yet beautiful, new film Wildcat! It isn’t a film that will register with everyone given its unique structure, but if you’re willing to engage with it, there is plenty of captivating nuance to be found.
Review: Wildcat(4:00) Director: Ethan Hawke Writers: Ethan Hawke, Shelby Gaines Stars: Maya Hawke, Rafael Casal, Philip Ettinger
This week on Women InSession, inspired by release of Alien: Romulus, we take a look back at Ridley Scott’s Prometheus and Alien: Covenant! These two films have been highly divisive, and with all the talk going on right now, we wanted to have some fun and give our thoughts on them as well.
Panel: Kristin Battestella, Jaylan Salah
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Coming soon is the new film Hello Beautiful, based on the book, “Walk Beside Me.” Here, courtesy of Jaylan Salah is an interview with the author, Christine Handy, and the film’s director, Ziad Hamzeh.
First, the author, Christine Handy.
Jaylan Salah: How difficult and rewarding is it to write from your personal pain?
Christine Handy: Writing from my personal pain presented both challenges and profound rewards. The daunting navigation of emotions was initially challenging, however, this same vulnerability also served as a catalyst to insure others felt less alone in their similar affliction. When we decide to be a vine instead of a victim to our circumstances, it becomes an easier endeavor to write about personal pain.
JS: When did you first see Willow fully manifest on paper?
CH: The first time I vividly saw Willow on paper was during the early drafting stages of my book. Ironically, I immediately saw her flaws and insecurities. Those traits quickly emerged as the core of her character throughout the book. As I continued to shape the novel, I realized Willow’s evolution from a figure constrained by self-doubt into one of resilience and empowerment. This character arc on paper, became a profound source of reflection for me in my own life. It wasn’t until the book was near completion that Willow’s true manifestation came to life.
JS: How did your former modeling career help in enriching your writing?
CH: The discipline and persistence required in modeling- maintaining physicality, and managing schedules—translates well to the writing process. As a model, I had to navigate diverse environments and perspectives, which enhanced my interpersonal skills. Collaborating with photographers, designers, and directors demands clarity of expression and adaptability, qualities that are equally valuable in writing. Lastly, the long term commitment to my modeling career enhanced my resilience in the face of rejection, which is prevalent in both industries.
JS: What is the important message that you want audiences to take from this film?
CH: The essential message I wish for audiences to glean from this film is that a cancer diagnosis does not mean an end to life. I also aim to illustrate the intricate nature of the disease as it impacts the entire family unit and how each member is affected. Lastly, it is my goal to emphasize the critical role of friendships during times of trauma and illness. The act of being present for one’s loved ones can genuinely be life-saving. For every writer, seeing characters that they wrote become flesh and blood on screen is a magical moment.
JS: How did you feel seeing Willow played by Tricia Helfer for the first time?
CH: To be honest, I was mesmerized by Tricia’s portrayal of Willow from the very beginning. Tricia and I had a few zoom and phone calls prior to meeting on set. During those initial talks, she asked me insightful questions about Willow’s personality and relationships. Tricia and I both come from a modeling background. I believe that helped her understand some of Willow’s nuances and insecurities. Tricia also read my book in addition to the screenplay. Tricia’s professionalism as an actor really shows up on screen. I continue to be in awe of her powerful and precise portrayal of Willow.
JS: How does Hello Beautiful tie in with your responsibility as a breast cancer advocate?
CH: The movie depiction of my book is a vehicle to further provide hope to the cancer community. I wake up every day with the intention and motivation to be a source of strength and wisdom to anyone battling cancer. This project is meant to be a greater outlet of positive influence because it has the ability to impact a larger audience. One of the most important ways to help others is through honest and vulnerable storytelling. When I was diagnosed with breast cancer, I sought out films and literature to assist me in understanding the cancer journey. I found many films that did not end in hope. Because of this, it became my goal to find a way to produce a film that negates the hopelessness that some films have shown.
JS: What were the most difficult characters to write? Which ones were the most fun?
CH: I struggled to write all of the characters. I would not consider myself a professional or seasoned writer. After I published my book, “Walk Beside Me,” in 2017, I attended Harvard University to earn a Masters Degree in Literature and Creative Writing. Prior to that, my sole career was modeling. My writing skills improved significantly during my studies at Harvard. The ‘fun’ characters I wrote were Willow’s meaningful friendships. Accurately depicting those friendships served as a means to highlight the importance of friendships in life and through times of tremendous struggle.
JS: How do you as a writer ensure authenticity in writing truth while protecting yourself from reliving trauma?
CH: When I decided to write “Walk Beside Me,” it was meant to serve as a tool to help others. But, the actual act of writing this story did evoke some deep emotional pain. In order to provide an authentic recounting of my journey, I had to really detach myself from my trauma. Early in the writing process, I realized that if I held back from showing the darkness and unfaltering parts of my journey, then the impact would be far less.
JS: Do you have particular writing rituals or habits to get the creative juices flowing?
CH: I learned great discipline working as a model from a very young age. That work ethic has consistently helped me focus during my writing projects. When I struggle with specific character development, I turn to free association writing. This is a helpful tool to hone in on character development. The art of taking a piece of paper and pen and writing freely about a character is incredibly powerful. I also schedule writing time slots and stick to them. Lastly, if I experience a writing block on a particular day, I close my computer and embark on an activity outdoors. Walking away in those moments tends to foster my creative outlets instead of suffocating them.
JS: What are your future projects after Walk Beside Me?
CH: It has been close to a decade since I set out to be a voice of hope in the breast cancer community. Each day since then, I have juggled several jobs and have dealt with considerable health set backs. I am still a working model, a social media influencer, a novice writer, on the Board of Directors for three non profits, a Nationally recognized Humanitarian, a mentor, a mother, a motivational speaker and now, a movie producer. The next phase of my life will be to slowly step back from some of these roles. But, being an advocate and a voice of hope will always be a top priority.
And now, the director, Ziad Hamzeh.
JS: You described the structure of the film as a “terrifying roller coaster ride”, how did you decide on how you wanted to build your film?
Ziad Hamzeh: I often think of story structure as a dynamic geometric pattern, something that evolves naturally from within as characters face the challenges that confront them. Understanding this pattern allows me to chart the journey we’re about to embark on, creating a mental map that guides the narrative’s pacing and direction. It gives me the flexibility to be spontaneous while ensuring I stay focused on the story’s core trajectory. In “Hello Beautiful,” for example, Willow begins at the pinnacle of her career, with the world at her feet. Then when her diagnosis is revealed, we witness a rapid and alarming descent, which underscores the story’s impact on all the characters in a way that is both dizzying and profound.
JS: How was it like working with the author of the novel, Christine Handy?
ZH: I hold authors in the highest regard, respecting the fact that they are the creators who first bring an idea to life. My role is to honor that creation by doing justice to their work. After reading Walk Beside Me by Christine Handy, I felt compelled to fully commit myself to her story, because it resonated with remarkable pain and honesty. In bringing Christine’s story to life, I internalized her words and approached each event from a place of empathy, seeing the world through her experiences. Christine’s trust in me allowed for a deep connection which enabled me to shape a character who truly embodies the endurance and resilience she portrays. Our six years of collaboration have been incredibly fulfilling, and I am very grateful for the partnership we’ve built.
JS: What were the biggest challenges that you faced in adapting a bestselling novel to screen?
ZH: Telling a story visually that has already been told in another medium is always a challenge. You must keep the original creator’s intentions front and center while deciding which events are essential and which can be set aside in order to craft a clear, compelling narrative that ensures the film’s impact. Christine’s book is rich with struggles and challenges that worked beautifully on the page but didn’t all translate well in the script. We had to sharpen our focus, carefully selecting which elements to highlight. By streamlining the story, we were able to preserve its depth and complexity, ensuring each layer added meaningful dimension to the film.
JS: How do you think the film succeeded in showcasing the facade of suburban and domestic bliss?
ZH: The environment in the film serves as a crucial character in the story. Willow lives in a sheltered world, insulated from many of the daily struggles that other, less privileged neighborhoods endure. These invisible walls of protection are significant, but they are ultimately a façade, destined to crumble under the stresses of her illness. This setting amplifies the impact of the disease, stripping away the illusion of safety in the face of such a profound challenge.
JS: How do you think the main protagonist’s job as a model has helped in adding layers and depth to her struggles?
ZH: Breast cancer, more than any other form of cancer, strikes at the core of a woman’s identity. For Willow, who had spent twenty-five years as a model, her sense of self was deeply intertwined with her physical appearance. Her beauty was not just a part of her—it was her entire world, the foundation upon which she had built her identity. When breast cancer took her breasts, then her hair, and ultimately her looks, it felt as though her entire life had been dismantled. Willow was forced to confront the loss of everything she had relied on, pushing her to reimagine herself and discover what truly matters. This journey led her to redefine her identity, finding strength and purpose in building a life rooted in substance rather than superficiality.
JS: How was the casting process for Willow, the main protagonist, and was Tricia Helfer your first choice?
ZH: Finding the right actor to portray Willow was, without question, the most challenging aspect of the casting process. The role required someone with extraordinary range and depth, capable of embodying a character who undergoes such a profound transformation. We considered many talented actors, but it wasn’t until we met Tricia Helfer that we knew we had found the perfect fit. Tricia wasn’t just a remarkable actor—she also understood the complexities of Willow’s world on a personal level, having experienced the highs and pressures of being a top model herself. This unique insight added an authentic layer to her performance that was invaluable. As we began rehearsals, my admiration for Tricia’s talent only deepened. Her ability to channel Willow’s vulnerability and strength made the character come alive in ways that far exceeded my expectations.
JS: I am impressed by the wonderful Lebanese cast, how did the casting process go and how did you assemble your dream cast?
ZH: We took great care in assembling a cast that would truly elevate the story, treating every character as essential and approaching the casting process with that in mind. We searched extensively for the right actors to bring these roles to life. We reviewed countless auditions and interviewed many always aware that finding the perfect Willow was only the first step. Once Tricia Helfer was cast, the challenge intensified—we needed actors who could match her depth and presence on screen. This led us to look far and wide, both within the country and abroad, to find the right talent. Ultimately, we were fortunate to bring together a remarkable ensemble: Tarek Bishara, Sara Boustany, Awni Abdi-Bahri, Susan Shalhoub Larkin, and Sayed Badreya. Each of these extraordinary actors brought something special to the set, contributing not just their individual performances but also a collective energy that resonated deeply with the story. Their chemistry and commitment ensured that every scene served the narrative, adding layers of meaning and emotion that enhanced the entire film.
JS: Which were the most difficult scenes to shoot?
ZH: Every scene presented a unique set of challenges. The exterior scenes were particularly grueling, as we faced freezing temperatures that forced us to modify our shooting plans to safeguard the health of our actors. We had to make tough decisions, sacrificing certain shots to ensure their well-being, which added pressure to get everything we needed in the limited time we were allowed.
The interior scenes, on the other hand, brought a different kind of intensity. These were deeply emotional moments that demanded everything from our actors and crew. One scene, in particular, stands out—the table scene. It was an incredibly difficult sequence that required us all to calibrate the emotional tone with pinpoint precision. The stakes were high, as we knew this scene was pivotal to the story’s impact.
The entire process was intense, with everyone pushing their limits to capture the raw emotion that the scene required. We spent hours refining each take, ensuring that every detail contributed to the overall effect. In the end, the result was nothing short of spectacular. The scene became one of the most powerful in the film, resonating with an authenticity that could only be achieved through the collective effort and dedication of everyone involved.
In such an intense shoot, how do you as a director ensure the safety of your film set so that your actors would be able to become fully vulnerable while feeling completely safe?
Creating a nurturing environment on set is something I prioritize because it’s essential for everyone involved to feel safe and empowered to deliver their best work. Even before we meet in person, I send a letter to every member of the cast and crew, outlining what they can expect and the kind of atmosphere I strive to create. By the time everyone arrives on set, the tone has already been set.
We kick off with a company meeting, where I reaffirm our collective purpose and the standards of behavior that we all need to uphold. On my set, there’s a strong emphasis on maintaining an atmosphere of quiet focus, kindness, trust, and compassion. Every member of the crew is also responsible for contributing positively to this environment, creating a space where everyone can thrive.
This supportive dynamic is especially crucial for the actors. They can sense the dedication and care the crew puts into their work, and this, in turn, inspires them to be completely open and vulnerable in their performances. The synergy between the crew and the actors fosters a collaborative spirit that elevates the entire production.
On Hello Beautiful, this approach truly paid off. The entire ensemble—from the actors to the crew—worked together seamlessly, creating a film that reflects the care and commitment each person brought to the project. The result was a set where creativity flourished, and the performances were deeply authentic, making the final product something we’re all incredibly proud of.
JS: Was there any consultation with cancer survivors before building Willow’s character to ensure truth and authenticity?
Since Hello Beautiful is based on Christine Handy’s true story as told in Walk Beside Me, I knew from the start that authenticity and honesty were paramount. I immersed myself in Christine’s journey, conducting extensive research and speaking with other cancer survivors to gain a deeper understanding of their experiences. This story demanded truthfulness, and I was committed to ensuring that every aspect of the film reflected that imperative.
One of the key advantages I had on this project was the fact that I wrote the screenplay. I knew all the characters and their dialogue. This gave me an intimate connection with their emotions, allowing me to fully inhabit their lives as I wrote. I made it a point to experience their feelings, to understand where they were coming from on a visceral level. The writing was born out of genuine emotions, directly responding to real experiences, which made the characters feel all the more authentic.
When it came time to work with the actors, I had a comprehensive understanding of what each character was capable of, their limitations, and the depth of their struggles. My primary goal during rehearsals was to ensure that the actors not only understood their characters as deeply as I did but even surpassed that understanding. I worked closely with each actor, guiding them through a meticulous exploration of their roles.
Every moment in the script was dissected and questioned. We asked ourselves: What is the significance of this moment? What drives the character to their next action? These details were not just analyzed but internalized by the actors, allowing them to bring a raw honesty to their performances. Their caliber as actors shone through in the way they embraced their characters’ struggles, adding layers of depth and realism to the roles they played. This collaborative process resulted in performances that were not only authentic but also deeply moving, resonating with the true spirit of the story.
JS: How do you think the difference in cultures (Lebanese and American) has helped enrich the storytelling?
ZH: Several compelling reasons motivated me to incorporate cultural elements into this story. Cultural expectations provide a powerful lens through which we can understand behavior, complexities, and social dynamics. In American films, portrayals of Arab men are unfortunately rare and often limited to stereotypes, such as terrorists. I wanted to challenge this narrow view by presenting an Arab man as a romantic lead—someone who embodies the kindness, decency, and love of family that characterize many Arab men.
Specifically, I chose to highlight Lebanese culture due to the escalating rate of breast cancer in the country, a statistic that remains poorly understood. In Lebanon, breast cancer is often stigmatized, with many patients concealing their diagnosis to preserve their image. In some communities, it is even regarded as a form of “evil.” This cultural context adds layers of complexity to the story, reflecting how deeply ingrained traditions and pride in one’s culture—through language, food, and behavior — can impact individuals facing illness.
The narrative also explores the sense of isolation that cancer patients often feel. For example, an American character who did not learn Arabic, while her children were raised speaking it with their father and grandmother, highlights the emotional distance and insecurities that can arise from cultural and linguistic barriers. This separation echoes the loneliness experienced by those battling breast cancer.
By integrating these cultural elements and tensions, I aimed to enrich the dramatic tapestry of the story, offering a nuanced portrayal that challenges stereotypes and sheds light on the broader human experience.
On this episode, JD is joined by the great Kenzie Vanunu from Offscreen Central to discuss Bill Skarsgård in the new remake of The Crow! It might now be a great movie, but we had an absolute blast talking about its fun gore and engaging performances. And did we mention Bill Skarsgård?
Review: The Crow(4:00) Director: Rupert Sanders Writers: Zach Baylin, William Schneider Stars: Bill Skarsgård, FKA Twigs, Danny Huston
Director: Rupert Sanders Writers: Zach Baylin, William Josef Schneider, James O’Barr Stars: Bill Skarsgård, FKA Twigs, Danny Huston
Synopsis: Soulmates Eric and Shelly are brutally murdered. Given a chance to save the love of his life, Eric must sacrifice himself and traverse the worlds of the living and the dead, seeking revenge.
So, here’s what happened: Someone thought it was a good idea, and a good time, to remake The Crow, the 1994 gothic superhero flick based on a comic book series of the same name. Actually, I should clarify: Someone thought it was a good idea, and a good time, to remake The Crow, the 1994 gothic superhero flick based on a comic book series of the same name, all the way back in 2008. Hopefully, it’s not much of a spoiler to confirm that the subject of this review – a remake of The Crow, the 1994 gothic superhero flick based on a comic book series of the same name – came out just days ago, in the year of our Lord 2024; evidently, it took a minute to get things off the ground. And while it’s not necessarily uncommon for productions to take their time to come together, we’re not exactly talking about Francis Ford Coppola’s long-gestating Megalopolis here, as the issues with The Crow (‘24) aren’t about finances nor lack of interest in a big swing from a then-unknown filmmaker. No, The Crow’s inability to get remade can, on paper, be chalked up to one thing only: Hiccups.
Between 2008 and 2024, the project has been entered and exited for any number of reasons by dozens of filmmakers and stars. Stephen Norrington (1998’s Blade) was the first director to announce his intention to helm the remake; Juan Carlos Fresnadillo (28 Weeks Later), F. Javier Gutiérrez (Before the Fall), and Corin Hardy (The Nun) followed in his stead, both signing on and off at varying times. The first actor to appear in talks to star as the film’s main character, Eric Draven, was Mark Wahlberg; Bradley Cooper, Channing Tatum, Ryan Gosling, James McAvoy, Tom Hiddleston, Alexander Skarsgård, Luke Evans, Sam Witwer, Jack Huston, Nicholas Hoult, Jack O’Connell, and Jason Momoa were all considered in the years to follow, but eventually left the film. In short, when you Google the definition of “development hell,” the browser crashes and immediately begins playing the new Crow’s trailer on a loop. It lasts 24 hours, a significantly shorter process than the film’s production, but still rather torturous.
The same could be said for the original film, at least the complicated legacy it left behind after releasing 20 years ago. Although Alex Proyas’ sophomore feature-length effort evolved into a cult favorite, the film’s production is marred with its own darkness: its star, Brandon Lee, was killed on set when a prop gun wasn’t properly checked and fired a dummy bullet along with a blank. The shot hit Lee in the abdomen, fatally wounding him in the midst of filming one of his final scenes on the film. Following Lee’s death, Paramount opted out of releasing it; Miramax swept in and poured more money into the film, allowing for rewrites to be completed in order to work around Lee’s absence. His stunt double, future John Wick czar Chad Stahelski, ended up acting in Lee’s place, with the latter’s face being superimposed onto his double’s in post.
Why anyone would ever spend a decade-plus attempting to revamp a film with a reputation as safe as a black cat walking over a broken mirror as it passes underneath a ladder is beyond rationale, but to the credit of those behind The Crow’s reboot, at least they never intended to make a shot-for-shot revival. From Norrington to Hardy, and Wahlberg to Momoa, that has been the lone standing principle: That the new Crow should be a “reinvention” of James O’Barr’s comic book series, a “realistic, hard-edged and mysterious” drama as opposed to the “gloriously gothic and stylized” quality of Proyas’ original, as Norrington told Variety of his intentions for the film in 2008. If your definition of “realistic” involves Bill Skarsgård wearing a pink-ish, feathery overcoat that makes him look like Big Bird’s drug-dealing second cousin, then you’re in luck.
Oh, right, the new film’s stars. The powers that be finally landed on Alexander Skarsgård’s younger brother to play Eric Draven, a walking tattoo whose troubled childhood landed him in a rehabilitation institution. The part of Eric’s girlfriend, Shelly – played by Sofia Shinas in the original – went to FKA Twigs. The two characters bond in said institution and begin an intense love affair that leads to an escape plan, one that allows for some bizarre canoodling, albeit brief, given that a crime lord named Vincent Roeg (Danny Huston, shockingly playing a bad guy) wants them both dead. He gets his wish, and Eric descends to the afterlife, where he meets Kronos (Sami Bouajila), a spirit guide that gives Eric an opportunity to take Shelly’s place in Hell, should he return to the land of the living and avenge her death. If you’re trying to picture what a spirit guide could possibly look like in a film that appears as though it was designed by the twisted minds behind Hot Topic’s aesthetic, think Denzel Washington’s character in Gladiator II performed with all the flair of a midseason Riverdale episode. (“You will be my instrument,” only that instrument is an electric guitar that spurts fake blood with every strum.)
If that sounds like your bag, you’ll have quite the experience here. If not, congratulations on being an upstanding member of the human race. There’s something to be said for the ideas The Crow pretends to be interested in – crimes of passion, how a “hero” deals with the realities of perpetual purgatory, the notion that pink jumpsuits can live on after Paddington 2 – but when the film plays it all as though it was initially meant to be a one-night-only CW special, taking it seriously (as Norrington originally intended) is off the table. It doesn’t help matters that Rupert Sanders’ (Snow White and the Huntsman; 2017’s Ghost in the Shell remake) direction is littered with slow-motion set pieces that feel as though they were written directly into the slog of a screenplay that Zach Baylin seems to have been saddled with. One can’t begin to comprehend how the writer behind King Richard and Creed III – not gangbusting scripts, by any means, but serviceable ones – could have turned in The Crow as we see it today unless it was a paycheck job he was desperate to get off his desk as soon as it arrived. If his upcoming work on Justin Kurzel’s The Order is written in this vein, the entire film should be shuttered altogether.
But Baylin is the least of all evils here, for it stands to reason that no one from Robert Towne to William Goldman could’ve saved this hellscape from the stilted performances it contains, nor the vacuous filmmaking that brought it to life. (An ironic statement, given how dead it feels, not to mention how much it focuses on death itself.) We’ve seen the youngest Skarsgård play the personification of moodiness before, and perhaps no role of his has been as anticipated as that of Count Orlok in Robert Eggers’ forthcoming Nosferatu. Here, though, his performance is devoid of feeling, whether Eric is screaming at the death of his beloved Shelly or marching through bullet after bullet en route to The Crow’s final set piece in a massive opera house. Skarsgård hardly receives any help from those around him, not even Huston, an actor who can embody evil with a smirk, yet cracks nary a smile here as his character lords over his empire with overwhelming apathy; perhaps his performance was of the method variety.
Let’s face it: The Crow is one of the year’s worst films, a work that would be far better – but still never anywhere close to good – if those involved had refused to abide by the idea that it should maintain solemnity throughout. Watching its bloated runtime approach two wasteful hours, I couldn’t help but think about Morbius, a recent disaster that, while frustrating in its campiness, at least never bothered to make an attempt at being overly serious, let alone dignified. The Crow, meanwhile, is pretentious in its insistence on pretending that it has something to say, an act of desperation in hopes that its audience will be foolish enough to hang on every word. If you bother to try, you’re wasting a not-inconsequential amount of time chasing a futile dream that, in every other sense, is a nightmare. I’d suggest you don’t bother at all.
Director: Zach Clark Writers: Zach Clark Stars: Russell Mael, Molly Plunk, Anne Ruttencutter
Synopsis: A body-snatching alien comes to Earth, reconnects with their partner, and tries to find their way in modern America.
From the moment Zach Clark’s uber-wonky, deadpan alien comedy The Becomers begins, it’s abundantly clear that the writer-director is something of a cinephile. Echoes of film history are draped all over his fifth feature, from its opening shot – a seemingly-animated planet Earth that looks like it was snatched off of Fantastic Planet’s cutting room floor – to its overall thesis statement – the movie could be described as Body Snatchers told in the vein of Coneheads and Mars Attacks! – Clark’s answer to the aliens-in-human-bodies formula doesn’t pull from the great sci-fi works of cinema’s past as much as it clearly admires those that have come before it. Best of all, The Becomers takes on a mold of its own, much like the body-snatching extraterrestrials within, and roams a landscape that is perhaps overpopulated yet will never turn down a breath of fresh air. Clark’s happy to oblige, as long as his offering can be populated with multi-colored acidic vomit and an Eyes Wide Shut reference for the ages. (And boy, does it ever.)
Likely destined to become a future midnight stalwart at the IFC Center, The Becomers tells a tale you may have heard before, just in a lo-fi register that wisely positions it as a fresh parody-adjacent work rather than a straight faced alien film. (The good news is that Clark doesn’t seem too interested in turning in his own Alien interquel, something this summer already has to offer.) Somehow, it’s also as romantic a film as the year of our lord 2024 has seen yet, with sincere apologies to the best efforts of *insert streamer’s name here’s* copy-paste algorithm. The story goes something like this: A bunch of aliens separately arrive on Earth and are thrown into cognitive disarray as they attempt to find their footing on a new planet, all while searching for their respective “lovers.” Indeed, that’s what they all call their paramours, much to the confusion of the humans many of them must save face around once they inhabit their suburb-dwelling hosts. This makes for a persistent quirky undertone that might otherwise grow tired if Clark wasn’t so committed to its absurdity.
Of course, what tends to happen when those that are not-of-this-world seize the hull of a living soul is… well, let’s just say that results typically vary from maintaining a passing resemblance to being so off that no one would ever believe that this thing they recognize is really their friendly neighbor whose casseroles are infamous around the cul-de-sac. In The Becomers, the alien’s mission is simple: Get by just long enough for total occupation to unfold, and for “no questions asked” to become the new normal. In order to get there, they must move from body to body until the perfect host is obtained, even if that means taking part in a Q-Anon-esque cult that is desperate to bring a Middle-America governor who’s facing too many allegations to list (Keith Kelly) to justice.
That Clark is so willing to swing for the fences with his dry humor makes up for the overtness of some of his references, the character of Governor Olatka being the most pointed and obvious of the bunch. His marriage is failing; he’s disgraced; he’s basically the stand-in for whatever controversial politician you can think of, and the depth stops there. Thankfully, there’s plenty of plot to work with, not to mention that the governor is locked in the basement of The Becomers’ main martians, Carol (Molly Plunk) and Gordon (Mike Lopez), originally unbeknownst to the lovers. Their vessel’s neighbors have also noticed their collective retreat from public life and grown wary of their actions. Who’s one to turn down a subplot marked with mystery?
In the case of those around the aliens becoming inquisitive, it helps that the film’s setting is mid-pandemic, a time when wearing masks and speaking through screen doors until feeling safe enough to invite a few familiar faces indoors was the norm. Related to that detail is the idea of nosiness, a much more difficult practice when you can’t (or shouldn’t) be speaking to someone face to face. This invites a clever smattering of references to events that any viewer can likely relate to, albeit unfondly, like the dreadful sensation of seeing sensationalist messages appear as posts and likes on one’s Facebook page just before they delete their profiles so as to avoid Big Brother’s wrath. But what do the aliens know about that? Were they less aware of their task, a likely response to “Hey, why did you get off Facebook?” might have been, “What’s Facebook?”
But it’s that sort of lack of predictability that is a calling card for The Becomers, stretching from its pink and foggy opening credits to its abrupt-yet-earned conclusion. It’s a scheme that allows the viewer to ruminate on some of the wilder moments peppered throughout the film without ever focusing on them too much so as to lose sight of the greater thematic intent. For instance: Francesca (Isabel Alamin) tosses her newborn baby into a fire; ever seen that before? Additionally, Cronenberg-ian body horror is employed often, and despite it sometimes feeling like it’s being used to fill space, or to forcibly bridge from one scene to another, it’s a stunning visual touch – kudos to the makeup team, led by V/H/S/99 and 85’s Maegan Rebecca, and visual effects head Joshua James Johnson (A Ghost Story) – that is captured beautifully, as is much of the film, through the lens of Clark’s go-to cinematographer, Daryl Pittman.
Perhaps the film is a more successful work of experienced sci-fi technicians than it is a scathing satire from the guy behind Little Sister. But if nothing else, it shows that Clark is as adept at putting together a team as he is giving them something out-of-this-world to help create. The Becomers doesn’t transcend time and space, instead opting to show us a portrait of the things dwelling deep in the cosmos that we have yet to see, at least not illustrated in such an abstract style. Sometimes, that’s enough.
This week on Episode 599 of the InSession Film Podcast, we continued our year-by-year retrospective series by taking a look at 2000, a little bit of a mixed bag on the whole. It wasn’t the greatest year for Hollywood mainstream films, with a few notable exceptions, but it was a spectacular year for auteurs and foreign film. The year 2000 saw greatness from our best filmmakers, including Claire Denis, Ang Lee, the Coen brothers, Spike Lee, Lars von Trier, Edward Yang and Jim Jarmusch. We were also introduced to the amazing Sofia Coppola and Lynn Ramsay. As for Hollywood, it was a banner year for Steven Soderbergh, who famously had two films nominated for Best Picture, all while winning the Oscar for Best Director. Cameron Crowe had a stellar year with Almost Famous and his Oscar for writing. And, of course, the legendary Ridley Scott with his Best Picture winning Gladiator. Maybe not the best year overall, but the top-end of 2000 was still excellent. That said, what would be your Top 10?
NOTE: We spend most of our time only discussing our Top 10 movies of 2000, however, as you’ll see below, we have listed our full Top 20 lists from that year.
JD
1) Almost Famous
2) O Brother, Where Art Thou?
3) Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
4) Dancer in the Dark
5) Yi Yi
6) Beau Travail
7) Bamboozled
8) Traffic
9) Ratcatcher
10) Unbreakable
11) Requiem for a Dream
12) The Virgin Suicides
13) Gladiator
14) Cast Away
15) Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai
16) State and Main
17) American Psycho
18) You Can Count On Me
19) George Washington
20) Shadow of the Vampire
Brendan
1) Almost Famous
2) Yi Yi
3) Dancer in the Dark
4) Love & Basketball
5) O Brother, Where Art Thou?
6) Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
7) Erin Brockovich
8) Beau Travail
9) The Virgin Suicides
10) Cast Away
11) Unbreakable
12) State and Main
13) Girl Fight
14) American Psycho
15) Gladiator
16) Bamboozled
17) Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai
18) Bring It On
19) Remember the Titans
20) Ratcatcher
Hopefully you guys enjoyed our lists and if you agree or disagree with us, let us know in the comment section below. Clearly there are a lot of other contenders from 2000 that battled for our lists, that just missed the cut. That being said, what would be your Top 10? Leave a comment in the comment section or email us at [email protected].
Film reviewer Conor Truax noted that L’Autre Laurens (2023) features a “Dadaist sense of causality” but that descriptor doesn’t fully capture how deeply strange the film’s unique rhythms can feel when you’re watching it. This Belgian neo-noir/Western feels very much of the moment and, like many products of the European arthouse circuit, it takes its primary inspiration from American B-movies and classic genre films. It captures a sense of disillusionment and bitterness that is commonly found in films of its ilk but possesses a brash spirit that sets it apart from its contemporaries.
Zita Short had the opportunity to speak to director Claude Schmitz about the film.
Zita Short: What drew you towards telling a story that incorporates typical neo-noir genre tropes?
Claude Schmitz: With The Other Laurens, I wanted to make an investigative film, but one with a double purpose: both the “detective” side, with a detective and all the rest, and an investigation into the question of gender in all its forms. The film questions gender archetypes, in every sense of the word. It tackles several film genres at once, mutating as it develops. I also wanted to work with contrasting effects. It starts out as something of a neo-polar, then turns into a buddy movie between uncle and niece, that then turns into a film noir, that then turns into a B-movie action flick, ending up as a tale or fable. But for me, the whole of The Other Laurens is in fact what it ends with, a tale about the collapse of a way of representing the world that I was given to see throughout my adolescence. It was precisely through North American genre films that I was introduced to this representation, in which there was a whole series of archetypal figures. And I wanted to situate these figures in a territory that was both real and imaginary, playing with pretense. And so I had fun recounting the dissolution of these figures in favor of that of a young woman who is less archetypal, or who in any case gradually manages to extricate herself from this mode of representation, this North American imaginary, and to rid herself of all this heritage, both literally and figuratively.
Zita Short: Which influences have shaped your specific comic sensibility and approach to addressing provocative material?
Claude Schmitz: First of all, there’s a whole narrative architecture that has to do with Shakespeare. Because it must be said that this fable I’m talking about, which takes elements from genre films, in fact carries a kind of meta-dramaturgy that would be the corpus in the broadest sense of Shakespeare’s theater. For example, there are obvious references to Hamlet. The first scene, with the vision of the Spanish gangster, is a direct reference to the first scene of Hamlet, in which two guards think they see Hamlet’s ghost. There’s also the nightclub, the Helsingor, which is in fact the real name of Elsinore, where Hamlet takes place. And the identity crisis of Gabriel Laurens’ character, who becomes his brother’s double, also refers to Hamlet’s own identity crisis. And in this sort of Shakespearean corpus, there are also the characters of the two cops, who function a little like Shakespeare’s jester characters, providing a counterpoint to a dramatic situation while at the same time constituting a sort of variation on the same theme. The situation they see and comment on is the same, and they approach it from a comedic, burlesque angle.
So in The Other Laurens, there’s this idea of creating a whole “meta-dramaturgy” that would also have the effect of producing a baroque object, like Shakespeare’s plays. What is baroque is what we define as bicorn, something that isn’t made up of extremely coherent bits. So I wanted to create an object in which the tragic and the burlesque could coexist, all to the benefit of a fable and a tale. In fairy tales, the characters are archetypal and the objects have an almost magical function. There’s also a fetishistic dimension to this relationship with objects. I liked having these motifs, which also meant that we weren’t dealing with naturalism, that we were in a story and a film that had fun with its own ingredients. And the cops have this function of standing back from the narrative, saying at one point that it’s starting to look like a bad movie. This line is very important, because I’m constantly trying to defuse things. But it’s also linked to the strange sensation of finally having a budget, and being amazed myself at making a “cinema” film. And working with a whole panoply of objects – guns, beautiful cars, helicopters – that belong to a certain idea of cinema.
Zita Short: The almost picaresque storytelling devices employed in the narrative feel out of step with many trends in modern cinema. Do you think this style of narrative has fallen out of fashion in this contemporary era?
Claude Schmitz: I’m not really aware of that… I have the impression that there are many trends in contemporary cinema, going in opposite directions. But a certain type of cinema has interested me and still does… often films from the 70s. Strangely enough, it’s a decade I still can’t quite shake off. There was so much going on in Europe and the United States at that time. Herzog, Pasolini, Peckinpah, Cassavettes, Fassbinder, Fellini … All men, I must admit, and I regret it. After that, I have to say that someone like David Lynch had a very strong impact on me.
You speak of picaresque. But at the same time, there’s a contradiction in the film. There’s a kind of immobility in the action and in the film in general. The characters seem to be going around in circles. The fact that we show them getting into their cars to go from one place to another paradoxically produces this stagnation, as if they were going in circles. It’s a kind of action film that has trouble getting going and never gets going. And in keeping with the idea of this commentary on the aging of genre and/or action films, with aging figures, the fact that it struggles to get off the ground is consistent. Moreover, in the last part of The Other Laurens, with the helicopter escape, there’s also the arrival of a kind of lyricism, coupled with a little irony. And once again, the escape doesn’t really happen, they just jump around and it ends up in the desert. What’s paradoxical is that the film plays with pretenses and stereotypes that belong to American cinema, such as the replica of the White House, which is the Laurens’ home, or the Spanish border, which is treated like the Mexican border. And then there’s the desert at the end, which is in Spain, but is assimilated into the Grand Canyon, which has also been a location for many spaghetti westerns. You never get out of this schizophrenic, mirror-like relationship with the United States.
The Other Laurens continually plays with the irony of looking through a glass or a mirror at the influences that have nurtured him. In the end, just as Gabriel reproduces the same patterns and mistakes as his brother, the film reproduces the same patterns as these stereotypes of American cinema. And however much it tries to distance itself from them, in the end, it’s just repeating the same thing, the same circle. But you never know who’s influencing who, when it comes down to it, as the communicating vessels effect. For example, the “replica” of the White House in the film is in fact the original model used to create the one in Washington DC. The Bardenas Reales desert in Spain obviously existed before spaghetti westerns, but was co-opted to shoot films supposedly set in the USA. There really is a very schizophrenic relationship between European and American cinema in The Other Laurens, which can be likened to the relationship between twin brothers, in which it’s no longer clear who influences the other. It’s also quite obvious in the attitude of the bikers, who keep reacting to the presence of the Americans by saying “they’re not going to take the law into their own hands,” even though they’re wearing all the North American paraphernalia they’ve imported from Hell’s Angels. It’s as if the characters can’t define their own identity. It’s really a film about this quest for identity, which is in itself a question of identity. In fact, all I’m interested in is the “trans” question, transgenderism, transgression, creating narratives that summon up the baroque, the biscorn, the association of things that aren’t meant to cohabit a priori.
Zita Short: How do you think that Belgian cinema is viewed abroad and what accounts for the enormous popularity of Belgian arthouse films in the Anglosphere?
Claude Schmitz: I don’t know what Belgian cinema means. If you look at what’s being done in Belgium, it’s hard to say what links all the cinematographic proposals. Belgium is a strange, composite, fragmented territory. It’s almost a non-country. It’s more like an idea… What’s certain is that this country is so blurred, that its identity is so strange, that it creates peculiar forms. Perhaps this strangeness is the source of baroque objects…
Zita Short: One also assumes that the Western genre served as a significant influence on the thematic material featured in the film. Why have the genre conventions and moral conflicts that serve as the root of many Westerns continued to endure through the ages?
Claude Schmitz: The Western is a typically American genre. It was therefore somewhat inevitable that it should appear as a watermark in the film. As I was saying, for example, I wanted to end the film in a desert, which is a place in Europe where spaghetti Westerns were made. It’s hard to miss this kind of evocation if you’re making a film that looks at how European and American cinema have influenced each other. Mirror effects, including stylistic ones, are everywhere.
Zita Short: In reviews of the film, much has been made of the dichotomy between European and American perspectives on the concept of the American Dream. Why do you think that the contrast between these outlooks remains so pronounced?
Claude Schmitz: In my opinion, the American dream is a European dream and the European dream is an American dream. The two feed each other. We live on myths and stories. These are ideas. Everyone looks at the other’s story. The film is about that. How our stories are made by others and vice versa. It’s an intertwining that’s impossible to disentangle.
Zita Short: How did you settle on the idea of drawing 9/11 and, more broadly, the atmosphere of post-9/11 hysteria in the United States into the film’s plot?
Claude Schmitz: In the 80s and 90s I went to boarding school and the movies we were shown in the evenings were American B-movies. Stallone, Chuck Norris, Steven Seagal, and so on. Films we called “Reagannian.” Not very clever stuff that glorified masculine power while offering a Manichean discourse, a caricatured vision of the world, and a rather primitive patriotism. Without realizing it, my imagination was colonized by these patriarchal narratives, and it took me a long time to take a critical look at these films.
I’m not saying I was totally fooled… but all the same, these films imposed a vision of the world. On September 11, when I was barely twenty years old, I saw, beyond the tragedy, this power that had been conveyed to me so many times shattered. Literally, both towers collapsed as I opened my eyes. I understood that the colossus had feet of clay, and that all the tales of power I’d been told were lies. I’m obviously not talking about conspiracy theories. I’m talking about what fathers give their sons or daughters to see. I use the term “fathers” because, at the time, these were essentially stories – movies – invented by men. Power stories are all lies.
And the film I made is about that. In a way, Jade’s character is a bit like me. During the film, she painfully realizes that her father is lying to her, and that the figures around her who stand in for him are lying too. So the world falls apart for her… but that finally leaves room for her to start inventing her own stories. So the film is about the end of a world. The world I knew as a teenager, populated by dominant males, father figures… all the characters you’d find in the B-movies I was talking about. You have to kill the father, as they say. The “father” for me was these movies I watched when I was a teenager, and these movies happened to be American. So as I wanted to be quite honest in the film, and even though I disguised myself as a girl – Jade – I wanted September 11 to be part of the story, because for me this tragic event also represented a breaking point in my way of believing or not believing in stories.
This week on the InSession Film Podcast, we continue our 2000 Retrospective as we discuss the year in cinema and dive into our Top 10 Movies of 2000! Plus, a few thoughts on the Megalopolis trailer debacle from last week.
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– Megalopolis Trailer (6:00) Before we dive into our 2000 Retrospective, we had to talk about the insane Megalopolis from last week that included fake quotes from real critics that were derived using ChatGPT. It was a fun trailer, but making it all up was…uh…a bold move. It was too crazy for us to ignore.
– 2000 Retrospective (15:40) As always, we begin our retrospective by talking about the year as a whole and the movies that shaped its narrative. Roger Ebert famously stated that 2000 was a “bad” year for movies, and while there are always great films up at the top, it wasn’t the greatest year overall. Although, there are some notable exceptions. It was, however, a spectacular year for auteurs and foreign films.
– Top 10 Movies of 2000 (50:35) 2000 might lack in depth overall, but the films up at the top feature some all-timers. There are some incredibly influential movies that still resonate today. Some of them are sprawling and bleak, but the power they exude is undeniable. Regardless of how it all shakes out, we are fully in love with these movies and had a great time talking about them.
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Director: John Woo Writers: Brian Helgeland, Josh Campbell, Matt Stuecken Stars: Nathalie Emmanuel, Omar Sy, Sam Worthington
Synopsis: An assassin tries to make amends in an effort to restore the sight of a beautiful young singer.
The most mind boggling aspect of The Killer is that the filmmakers are trying to gaslight their audience into thinking that Jenn (Diana Silvers), an American singer mixed up with drug dealers in Paris, wrote a song. The song that Sey (Omar Sy), a police officer on the case of the drug dealers, claims no one knows and cannot be found on Shazam. It’s a very famous song. It’s the song “Let’s Live for Today” by The Grass Roots. The song has sold a million copies. It’s been featured in many films set in the ’60s. The song itself is an English language cover of an Italian song. This is a known song. What possible purpose could the filmmakers have to try and pass it off as anything different?
It’s maybe because this film is a ghost of an imitation of the original 1989 film. The saddest aspect of which is that the producers got the original filmmaker, John Woo, on board for this. It’s not the first time this has happened. Alfred Hitchcock made a film in 1934 titled The Man Who Knew Too Much and 22 years later put out a different version with the same title, but bigger stars, a bigger budget, and a story that featured the talents of its stars better than the original. Unlike what happened with The Man Who Knew Too Much, The Killer of 2024, was produced by a major studio that put no more money into it than it would an indie it picked up from a different company. It isn’t any wonder that Universal dropped it onto Peacock instead of seeking a theatrical run.
The film, in spite of the CGI carnage and the harsh language, looks like it would belong on the USA network. The cameras and lights used make the film look like we forgot to turn off the motion smoothing on our television after watching a live event. It’s bright and has absolutely no texture. While most of the time evoking the score of the original film, composer Marco Beltrami, sometimes slips into absolutely cheesy elevator fare, which makes this seem like the straight to DVD/VOD/streaming type of film it is.
Director John Woo has lost his touch. There are many callbacks and instances of his favorite tropes like birds, abandoned buildings, motorcycles, and gunplay; but instead of being turned to eleven, he’s at about a four. It’s like someone took his joy of choreographed mayhem away. He’s fallen into the trap of many action films where they try and have the action live in the close up and cut so fast that you really don’t know what’s going on because the next image doesn’t always connect to the one before. The gunplay is less surgical, the hand to hand fighting less precise, and there weren’t enough cool slow motion moves that ooze sophistication and thought.
Though, there are things that still work. First and foremost the chemistry between Sey and Zee (Nathalie Emmanuel) is utterly fantastic. The two of them together are electric and their banter is light and has the right amount of sexual tension mixed with mutual respect. If the narrative focused on them more than the convoluted case the two of them are working on from different sides, this would have been a much more enjoyable film.
The same could be said of Sam Worthington as Finn, a lieutenant in a crime corporation. Why did studios waste so much time in the 2010s trying to make the wooden and lethargic Worthington into a leading man? Here he’s calculating, conniving, scary, and actually believable. His cold, blue eyes belie the machinations of his character. He plays a heavy very well and we should hope to see him expand his repertoire in this area.
While the plot is stunted and the film as a whole looks cheap, the action is exciting and the characters are intriguing. He fails to have the panache of his previous films, but John Woo, while stylistically reigned in to the detriment of the film, can still pull off a climactic abandoned church gun fight that has some incredible stakes and moves. It’s a pity he isn’t the filmmaker he once was and that he doesn’t take the chances he used to. Overall, if you just need an action film to put on after a dull week at work, The Killer isn’t a bad way to spend two hours, but if you want something gloriously and unabashedly over the top with the filmmaker in the midst of his renaissance, seek out the original The Killer from 1989.
Director: Stephen Soucy Writers: Jon Hart, Stephen Soucy Stars: John David Allen, Helena Bonham Carter, John Bright
Synopsis: Follows the history of the Merchant Ivory partnership, featuring interviews with James Ivory and close collaborators detailing and celebrating their experiences of being a part of the company.
Ismail Merchant and James Ivory are immediately recognizable names in movie history. In a period of 48 years and 43 films, their filmography, almost all literary adaptations, remains a worthy collection. A Room With A View, Maurice, Howard’s End, and The Remains Of The Day are among the masterpieces that have been critically revered for decades and a constant connection through this are two other collaborators. One is screenwriter Ruth Prawer Jhabvala, and the other is composer Richard Robbins. Sadly, only Ivory himself is alive to give his story. Yet, in the tale of Merchant Ivory, a privately volatile relationship between the two titular names was always present and consistently threatened to split them up for good.
The story starts with their origins, one that is nearly forgotten because of how their success was mainly in the ‘80s and ‘90s. But, in actuality, their beginning was due to an encounter at the Indian consulate in New York in 1961 with a screening of Ivory’s documentary The Sword and the Flute that Merchant, an Indian native, came to see and loved. Merchant, an Oscar-nominee for the documentary short The Creation of Woman, quickly connected with Ivory and soon became a couple. However, Ivory is rather shy about his romance with Merchant and the documentary notes how people did not want to go on record about this early period out of respect for Ivory.
It does not, however, avoid the open secret of Robbins having an affair with Merchant while working (and that Bonham Carter also was with Robbins), but to Ivory, who speaks with Edwardian sensibilities, it is a matter of acceptance of this side affair. The documentary comments on how homosexuality was seen at the time; in the UK, it was a criminal offense until 1967. Merchant was raised in a conservative Muslim household which he could never say he was gay while Ivory himself said that it was, in his family, never talked about. However, his family knew that Ivory and Merchant were more than friends. This clearly influenced some of their movies in which same-sex relations were depicted, and famously, they made Maurice in 1987 depicting the forbidden love affair at a time when homophobia was rampant during the AIDS crisis.
The tone is not of an expose with a behind-the-scenes look of the struggles to make these films, but a glossy, nostalgic trip with insight by those who were there. Most notably, the documentary details the struggle to make films with their low budgets and how Merchant, a man with relentless passion and energy, was able to make movies with not a complete budget and always avert disaster at the last minute. This sometimes conflicted with Ivory’s perfectionism, yet the yin & yang kept everything moving along and bringing back cast and crew to later movies. Interviews with numerous players including actors Hugh Grant, Emma Thompson, Helena Bonham Carter, and Vanessa Redgrave, plus costume designers Jenny Bevan and John Bright, editor Humphrey Dixon, and cinematographer Tony Pierce-Roberts contribute their knowledge to how every film was made and the intricacies of the famous partnership.
From the Indian period with the surprise success of Shakespeare Wallah to their mainstream success with A Room With A View, director Stephen Soucy puts together a chronicle of the highs and lows that carry a permanent legacy to be proud of. Even with the works that weren’t successful (Jefferson In Paris, The City Of Your Final Destination), they are defended and Ivory speaks fondly now at the age of 96 of what was accomplished. It is a walk through time of something that was much deeper intellectually and emotionally. Despite the sadness of Merchant’s sudden death and the unceremonial end to the whole period, Merchant Ivory puts to us a life’s worth of cinematic excellence that remains endearing to many fans.
This year’s Locarno Film Festival hasn’t had enough buzz or outreach compared to the recent ones. It is unfortunate because it is lenient toward giving more opportunities to rising or less-recognized directors rather than the big hitters of independent cinema. It may have to do with the program’s quality, with the focus being shifted onto the Piazza Grande and the fascinating retrospective (and celebration) of the 100 years of Columbia Pictures. But there were still plenty of features in the Concorso Internazionale that I would think of plenty of and would love to discuss. In this capsule review piece, I will discuss three multilayered pictures to screen in this year’s Locarno competition.
By the Stream (수유천) (Directed by. Hong Sang-soo)
The first film in this capsule review piece of the Concorso Internazionale at Locarno is the second film by Hong Sang-soo to premiere at a festival this year, By the Stream (수유천). The hard-working and minimalist Korean filmmaker has always had an interesting way of directing, often creating features that might look or feel similar to previous ones. Yet, in their crux, the stories are different in many ways. Once you dive in, you begin to notice how richly detailed each character and their respective relationships are–showing the viewer that while his style has remained the same, Hong Sang-soo’s works are complex in their fine lining. His latest work, By the Stream, is no exception.
Hong Sang-soo crosses through more composite waters by offering a cultural critique of gender roles, interpersonal boundaries, and the creation of art. Filled with many scenes of characters having some meals, drinking, and smoking their occasional cigarette (as usual in Hong Sang-soo’s filmography), By the Stream follows Jeon-im (Kim Min-hee, who won the Best Actress award at the festival), a lecturer at an all women’s university who is trying to solve a situation with some of her students about a skit competition in which all departments must participate. She is short of students; three no longer attend the university because they dated the student director. In dire need of help, Jeo-nom calls up her retired actor uncle, Chu Si-eon (Kwon Hae-hyo).
Chu Si-eon is eager to help out; it gives him a place on a stage in which he isn’t permitted anymore, as he made some rude comments about a more famous actor and got “blacklisted”. He has his hopes up about helping and writing this skit. He is doing what makes him happiest: creating art and showcasing it to the world. Meanwhile, Jeon-im is an artist of her own, yet one who is more reclusive about her tapestry sketches and weavings. Chu and Jeon-im converse about many things, like art and the situation’s politics. However, the element that Hong Sang-soo highlights is the beauty and admiration for the creation of art, whether it is a play (which we end up seeing later in the narrative) or a fabric.
How Hong Sang-soo approaches this theme reminds me of Kelly Reichardt’s Showing Up. Both films show an artist’s struggle while making art and honor them by showing the elaborateness of the creative process. There’s a cinematic contradiction of some sort, as the Korean filmmaker keeps everything simplistic–everything kept up to its most limited version–on a visual level. But its subtext–where art is the gateway for us to analyze our own struggles and contemplations, whether we consume or produce it–is so multilayered that it gives the images produced by Sang-soo a more substantial feel. Writing film reviews isn’t deemed the most palatable form of creating art. But it sure is a way of self-expression, so I felt very moved by what Hong Sang-soo is doing in one half of By the Stream.
Grade: B+
Moon (Mond) (Directed by. Kurdwin Ayub)
The second film in this capsule review piece is Moon (Mond) by Kurdwin Ayub, which won the Special Jury Prize. The Vienna-based Kurdish filmmaker has spent most of her directorial career crafting stories about young girls and their respective rebellious acts that pave the way for their liberation. Her debut feature, Sonne, touched upon this theme while tackling immigrant life and religious identity as well. Ayub could not put all of this together cohesively. However, the project was authentic through the performances that showed glimpses of Ayub being an actors’ director more than a visually expressionistic one. Even though some instances show a bit of flair, it ultimately feels like a forced attempt to create a “vibe” or sensation.
All these, good and bad, return to her latest work, Moon. You can see how Ayub still has plenty of room to grow as a storyteller, but she is getting better at her craft with each project. The film follows a former kickboxer named Sarah (Florentina Holzinger), who is having difficulty making ends meet as a trainer to young girls wanting to learn self-defense. Sarah does not know what else to do monetary-wise; she is at the point where she will accept the first offer that pops into her inbox. This is why Sarah unquestioningly agrees with the proposal of a wealthy family’s heir to train his three adolescent sisters in Jordan–heading to another country with a different set of politics that rid women of their rights.
The girls Sarah tries to train are not even paying attention to her techniques. She wants to motivate them and teach them about self-defense. However, they prefer to hang out at the mall with Sarah and ask her to use her phone for some time on social media. What’s interesting about Moon is the double realization that the lead character has during these situations, which subjugates the film to form a thriller-like atmosphere. Sarah sees the girls as more attentive to their trainer’s freedom than her kickboxing assets. In addition, she notices that they are held hostage by their family and society. Sarah is now trapped in this situation and is becoming a prisoner of a nearly inescapable jail.
The girls are hostages of a society that takes away their liberties, freedom of expression, and, in the most harsh of situations, their sense of self. Hopelessness is reflected in their demeanor when not within Sarah’s eye. Their minds slowly succumb to the realization that they might never have a life of free will, unlike the woman who “trains” them. You are fascinated by this dynamic and the injustices of that type of society until Ayub starts to rely on Sarah’s superiority in her freedom so much that it dissipates her film’s effectiveness tonally and thematically. In the beginning, this relationship between the characters adds a sense of mystery and uneasiness that lurks in the house of the heir and the streets of Jordan. But, as the narrative develops, it becomes a convenience in more ways than one.
Grade: C
The Sparrow in the Chimney (Der Spatz im Kamin) (Directed by. Ramon Zürcher)
The third and final in this capsule review piece is the best film I saw at this year’s Locarno Film Festival, The Sparrow in the Chimney (Der Spatz im Kamin) by Ramon Zürcher, which ended up empty-handed during the festival’s awards. But it makes sense due to its distancing storytelling and darkly comedic sensibilities, which I admire. The Zürchers (Ramon and Silvan Zürcher) are very poetic and crafty filmmakers who later rely on simplistic visual aesthetics to place them into a web of mysterious character dynamics. The titles of their films alone (The Strange Little Cat, The Girl and the Spider) show how they can hint at some kind of enigma forged through the Zürchers’ intricate observations about connection and liberation.
Their latest work, The Sparrow in the Chimney, is (coincidentally tying with the placement in this piece) the third and final addition to this “Animal” truly that is vastly fascinating, as the brothers, with Ramon working solo on the director’s chair and Silvan opting for the producer role, use an array of techniques that makes this film feel like a departure from what they have done previously. The Sparrow in the Chimney is set on a sunny day meant for celebration yet ends in psychological cataclysm, with edges of subdued violence smeared sporadically like a nice spread. There are two families, two sisters distanced by an experience with their mother that has scarred them until this very day: Karen (Maren Eggert) and Julie (Britta Hammelstein). The two live distanced yet similar lives with their respective husbands and children.
Think of them as polar opposites tied by the same trauma. Karen is colder and holds onto the ancestral home; meanwhile, Julie is more of an extrovert in comparison and lives far away to avoid all of the bad memories from her childhood at all costs. When Julie pops up with her family to celebrate the birthday of Karen’s husband, Markus (Andreas Döhler), tension between the two families arises. Secrets are revealed; people are brutally open to one another. The coldness of Karen’s behavior elicits an entry for the breaking point and rebirth of this bond held hostage by the tragedy in that same house many years ago. The “partygoers” are suffocated dually by the memorabilia of the past and the beautiful yet mystifying nature surrounding their ancestral grounds.
This inability to free themselves from what scarred them manipulates how the day will pan out; an inferno of bottled angst, worries, and insecurities is produced. Through various icy and darkly comedic dialogue, as well as subdued horror elements that are scattered in the atmosphere, Zürcher talks about the beauty and trepidation of human relationships–what happens when toxicity, created by broken power relations and enriched desolation, starts to consume the tie that binds this family. The animal motif presented in The Sparrow in the Chimney relates to how these characters break the mottled roles of fathers, mothers, and children to let in their inner animal nature, in which they become wild, untamable beasts on the hunt. What are they hunting? The weak spirit and sentimentality that one has been torn down by unwarranted cruelty and increased tension.
You begin to feel uncomfortable as this family starts to lose their humanity and tend to the rule of the animal kingdom. Their defiant nature prevents them from healing until everything has broken apart. I perceived through this scenario the jealousy and the desire for the sisters to be loved, which their mother rid them of. This is why the birthday celebration escalates into something unrepairable. However, it paves the way for understanding between the two of them. After many years of bottling up all of their family-related woes, they are now free of the chokehold of trauma and our dark memories. Unlike the other features, Zürcher tends to be more experimental when approaching this problematic family dynamic. Yet, he still maintains that humanist essence that makes this whole ordeal feel more personal and potent.
On this episode, we begin our 2000 Retrospective by reviewing Cameron Crowe’s iconic coming-of-age movie Almost Famous! The year 2000 was arguably the weakest of the decade, however; there were some all-timers up at the time, including the greatness that is Almost Famous. It was really fun to finally dig into this movie that we wholeheartedly love.
Stay tuned for Episode 599 as we discuss our Top 10 Movies of 2000!
Review: Almost Famous(4:00) Director: Cameron Crowe Writers: Cameron Crowe Stars: Patrick Fugit, Billy Crudup, Frances McDormand, Kate Hudson
On this episode, Shadan and Erica discuss Justin Baldoni’s new film It Ends With Us, starring Blake Lively! There is certainly a lot to talk about with the film given its subject matter, but we also had to dive into the controversies surrounding its marketing and arguable lack of sensitivity.
Review: It Ends With Us(4:00) Director: Justin Baldoni Writers: Christy Hall Stars: Blake Lively, Justin Baldoni, Jenny Slate