Review: Love Lies Bleeding

My reaction to the overall visual and aural aesthetic of Rose Glass’s thriller was obviously affected by other recent movies that looked and sounded the same, in particular the work of the Safdie brothers and Mandy, the Nicolas Cage vehicle that many feel is some kind of genius reworking of the splatter genre. There’s something both gritty and calculated about these films, which put on a show of minute-to-minute risk-taking that can spin your head around. And in the present case for once I think the Japanese title matches the movie better than the original one. Love on Steroids is more accurately descriptive of the film’s presentation than Love Lies Bleeding, which, after all, is the title of an Elton John song. For one thing, a character actually injects steroids and suffers mightily for it. Her love, however, is not only undiminished in the process, but becomes as enhanced as her physique.

Her name is Jackie, and she’s played by Katy O’Brien, who juggles acting with a passion for martial arts, which comes in handy in the film. It’s 1989, and Jackie, an adopted orphan, has left what sounds like a broken home in Oklahoma in order to participate in a bodybuilding contest in Vegas, stopping off along the way in a beat-up New Mexico town to sleep rough and get in some workouts at a local gym, where she hooks up with the manager, Lou (Kristen Stewart), a cynical but vulnerable loner. They embark on a passionate love affair before Lou realizes that Jackie has scored a part-time job at her father (Ed Harris, with ridiculous hair extensions) Lou Sr.’s shooting range. Lou is effectively estranged from her dad for reasons that soon become clear, but in any case, Jackie finds out that the dysfunctions of Lou’s family are more serious than even hers, since Lou Sr. is the town’s resident crime kingpin whose main line of work is running guns into Mexico. But the dysfunction is mainly represented by Lou’s mulleted brother-in-law, JJ (Dave Franco), who is abusive toward her beloved sister, Beth (Jena Malone). Once Lou starts passing on human growth hormones to her new lover in an attempt to help her with the contest, things get hairy fast, with Jackie redirecting her urge for retribution against those who once abused her. 

The most convincing element of Glass’s and Weronika Tofilska’s script is the love story. We only learn of these two women’s backgrounds in sparingly offered tidbits of information, but the two actors are so into their roles that we can see the damage their characters have suffered in every gesture and line. Their coming together feels not only natural but somehow preordained, and that passion makes up for a lot of the silliness that drives the plotting, which turns gory and campily regressive as the movie proceeds. People die in gratuitous fashion, and some of the killings are morally questionable, especially when they’re carried out by sympathetic characters. The aforementioned style seems designed to get us to accept these inconsistencies, as if they’re the sort of things that should happen in a movie that looks and sounds like this, but while I enjoyed it up to a point, by the end the violence aims for nothing more than sensation. 

Opens Aug. 29 in Tokyo at Toho Cinemas Hibiya (050-6868-5068), Toho Cinemas Shinjuku (050-6868-5063), Shibuya Parco White Cine Quinto (03-6712-7225).

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Media watch: Loan or lease, you pay for it all in the end

Toyota Alphard

Earlier this month Asahi Shimbun reporter Yotaro Hamada, whose specialty is social welfare, commented on an editorial he had written in July about Japanese opposition parties’ campaign pledges to reduce the consumption tax and social security premiums. Hamada insisted that such cuts would lead to other cuts in pension payouts and social welfare for health care. Later, a physician mentioned Hamada’s editorial on social media, saying his comment reminded him of the “zankure Alphard” phenomenon. Hamada was unfamiliar with the term and had to go to the internet to find out what it meant. His research led him to an animated song on YouTube.

Alphard is a high-end minivan manufactured by Toyota, the price of which starts at ¥5 million. “Zankure” means “residual credit,” meaning the balance of money owed after a payment on a loan or revolving credit plan is made. The animated song depicts a young family that has bought an Alphard using a special type of loan plan where the buyer pays off the loan for a new car until the end of the fifth year, at which point the buyer gives the car back to the maker in a trade-in deal. It’s apparently a very popular credit scheme because young families really like Alphard, which has a certain high-class cachet, and the scheme allows them to afford what is in essence a very expensive vehicle. The gist of the scheme is that when the buyer signs the contract for the car, the projected trade-in value is subtracted from the price and the loan is based on the difference. Consequently, monthly payments are lower than they would be for a normal loan. 

In the song, which has a parodistic quality to it, the lyrics say that even though you only make ¥200,000 a month, you can buy an Alphard. However, the song also points out that the interest on this special loan is higher than it would be for a typical car loan, and that if during the five years of “ownership” the buyer exceeds a certain limit on the amount of kilometers driven, then more money must be paid, meaning that the “zankure” or residual credit must be reimbursed to the maker. The same thing happens if the car is returned with any damage, and according to some commentators, even the slightest scratch in the finish could require large post-trade-in payments. Apparently, there is a lot of fine print in the zankure contract, which is why the doctor likened it to Hamada’s explanation of the consequences of tax cuts and reduced premiums—in the end, you’re still likely to pay the full amount. 

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Review: Land of Happiness

The assassination of President Park Chung-hee in 1979 has received a lot of cinematic attention in South Korea recently, as if floodgates had been opened. Several years ago there was The Man Who Stood Next, which thoroughly probed the background of the killing, and the end of 2023 saw the box office hit 12.12 The Day, which dealt with the post-assassination coup. A third film, Land of Happiness, opened about a year ago in Korea and mainly focuses on the court martial of one army officer who participated in the assassination. It was shown at last year’s Busan International Film Festival as part of a Special Program dedicated to the films of actor Lee Sun-kyun, who committed suicide some months before the festival. It was Lee’s last movie, and while he does play the soldier in question, he’s not the star, which is Cho Jung-seok, the actor who plays his lawyer. It’s quite a workout, in fact, and given Lee’s typically subdued acting demeanor, it surely overshadowed the late actor’s performance. As for the film, it’s well made and jerks sufficient tears, but the story has been over-fictionalized just for that purpose. More interesting is the casting of Yoo Jae-myung as General Chun Do-hwan, the man who led the coup explicated in 12.12, and as in 12.12 the producers decided to change his name, though everybody knows who he’s supposed to be. In that movie he was played by Hwang Jung-min as a mad villain, whereas Yoo sees him as a slick mafia kingpin whose evil is more sedate and cunning. It’s quite a contrast, and only proves how much the Korean film industry is willing to manipulate history in accordance with its aims.

Lee plays Col. Park Tae-joo as someone who was understandably reluctant to take part in the assassination, as shown in numerous patchy flashbacks that cover the incident. He was arrested and eventually executed for treason, and much of the film covers the trial, which was a court martial since Lee was still an active soldier at the time, even though on the day of the murder he was working for the KCIA, whose chief plotted the killing. Consequently, many people, including the hot shot ambulance chaser, Jeong In-hoo (Cho), thinks the trial should be a public one, but that would make it more difficult for future strongman Chun to manipulate the proceedings. It’s obvious from Choo Chang-min’s expressionistic direction that the military tribunal is as corrupt as a Trump land deal, and most of the intrigue involves Jeong finding legal ways to get around the judges’ pronouncements. As a result, the plot has a furtive, incoherent quality, what with all the jurisprudential eureka moments followed by dramatic deflations. Korean audiences know the fate of Col. Park, who doesn’t do much to defend himself, having resolved to accept whatever punishment he receives because he’s a military man of principle. This nature drives the wily Jeong crazy, because he can’t convince him to stand up for himself. The conflict is compelling on paper but renders Lee’s last performance even more enervated that it usually is. You shrug at his compliance.

As already mentioned, much of the story has been contrived for maximum effect, but the transparency of that contrivance has the opposite effect: What can you do about the past, especially when everyone is over-acting? 

In Korean. Now playing in Tokyo at Shinjuku Musashinokan (03-3354-5670), Human Trust Cinema Yurakucho (03-6259-8608), Yebisu Garden Cinema (0570-783-715).

Land of Happiness home page in Japanese

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Review: Ballerina

The John Wick cinematic universe was built piecemeal in that it started out with a standard revenge story that was so popular it spun off its own underlying mythos. The problem with this methodology is that it was difficult to drop into any separate narrative, be it one of the sequels or the spinoff TV series, and understand what was really going on since the mythos was deep and wide and rather pretentious, what with all the talk about arcane codes of honor and blood rituals. It went beyond the standard assassin story into some kind of extra-dimensional realm with its own moral dogma. So what’s refreshing about Ballerina, a spinoff that takes place within the exact same world, is that it lays out its own mythos in one convenient package, and while it doesn’t say anything new about the world it describes, at least it’s intelligible.

The ballerina is Eve (Ana de Armas), whose father was assassinated by representatives of a death cult whose leader, the Chancellor (Gabriel Byrne), accuses him of betraying the cult by trying to withhold Eve from its designs. Eve barely escapes and come to the attention of Winston (Ian McShane), the manager of the Continental Hotel, which services the needs of the international assassin elite. He delivers the girl to the director (Anjelica Huston) of Ruska Roma, a ballet school-cum-assassin academy, where she learns how to pirouette and kick ass, though she seems better at the latter than the former. During her tutelage, Eve makes the brief acquaintance of super assassin John Wick (Keanu Reeves), who is presented to her as someone who has strayed from the precepts of this world and thus isn’t to be emulated, but somehow Eve is changed by the encounter and while she does as she is told and stoically completes her murderous assignments (which always seem to take place in high-end dance clubs), she’s not entirely a team player, and during one particularly gnarly fight she spies a tattoo on the arm of an assailant and recognizes it as belonging to the cult that killed her father. The director forbids her from pursuing the matter because, apparently, the Ruska Roma and the cult have an ages-old understanding that they will not interfere in each other’s butcherous affairs. Naturally, Eve does not obey, and with the underhanded help of Winston searches out the cult.

At this point there is still more than an hour of movie left, meaning plenty of time and opportunity for the violent set pieces that the Wick franchise is famous for—though I have to say, much of the action here is less balletic than it was in the last John Wick movie. At this point, I can’t say I’m any more impressed by the facility with which these set pieces are staged and edited, if, in fact, I ever was, but there’s something to be said for a simple revenge story told in a linear fashion with all the essential plot points spelled out clearly and logically. Not sure if that should be the qualifying requirement for a good action flick, but it was enough for me. 

Now playing in Tokyo at Toho Cinemas Nihonbashi (050-6868-5060), Toho Cinemas Hibiya (050-6868-5068), Marunouchi Piccadilly (050-6875-0075), 109 Cinemas Premium Shinjuku (0570-060-109), Shinjuku Wald 9 (03-5369-4955), Toho Cinemas Shinjuku (050-6868-5063), Kino Cinema Shinjuku (03-5315-0978), Toho Cinemas Shibuya (050-6868-5002), Toho Cinemas Roppongi Hills (050-6868-5024).

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Review: Parthenope

Paolo Sorrentino may not be the most characteristically Italian filmmaker, but he’s obviously the most self-conscious one, an attribute that could be extended to his status in post-New Wave European cinema. Many of the themes of his latest film, the title of which is the name of the lead character, a woman (played until her early 30s by newcomer Celeste Dalla Porta) whose beauty is so “disruptive” that it makes it a challenge for her to live anything like a normal existence, come across as cliches: the search for meaning (or, in Parthenope’s case, “answers to all my questions”), the enigma of “home,” the future as an uncharted land. Sorrentino explores these matters with a visual gusto that eventually fails to make the kind of intellectual points he seems to be driving at. Parthenope remains a cipher whose main interest for the viewer is in whether or not she is sexually available, because that quality seems to be hard-wired into every scene.

Born to a well-to-do Naples family whose patriarch runs a shipping company for an older man—her godfather, thus giving him the right to name her (after a mythical figure associated with Mt. Vesuvius)—Parthenope is blessed with more than just female pulchritude. She is both intelligent and remarkably intuitive, but also, as her off-and-on would-be boyfriend from childhood, Sandrino (Dario Aita), tells her before they part forever, “presumptuous and ruthless.” She majors in anthropology in university though she claims, even to the much older professor who recognizes her talents, to have no idea “what anthropology means.” It’s difficult to tell if Sorrentino is deriding academic self-seriousness or showing off his own considerable worldliness in the clever banter between Parthenope and her professor-patron (Silvio Orlando), and this ambiguity of intention affects other plot points as they develop. There’s a totally gratuitous sequence where, while on vacation in Capri with her brother, Raimondo (Daniele Rienzo), and Sandrino, she meets John Cheever (Gary Oldman, constantly surrounded by dozens of empty liquor bottles), an author she has always admired. At first I thought Cheever was a figment of her imagination, but Sorrentino doesn’t make that apparent. Likewise, in the midst of her studies, Parthenope is scouted by a talent agent, who hooks her up with a veteran film star (Isabella Ferrari, mostly in shadow due to the character’s botched cosmetic surgery) to turn her into an actress, a gambit that falls flat after a comically acidic encounter with an embittered starlet (Luisa Rainieri) who goes off on how lowly the people of Naples are (she should know, since she left the place as soon as she could). So it’s back to university where Parthenope soon outshines her fellow thesis candidates with a study of “the cultural frontiers of the miraculous.” 

But while Parthenope’s life journey does encounter potholes (the suicide of her brother, who is in love with her; the failing fortunes of her father; an abortion) professional success seems to be her birthright, and Sorrentino can’t quite make us believe that it doesn’t have everything to do with her sexual allure. While conducting research for her thesis, she interviews a priest (“the devil, actually,” comments her professor) who will introduce her to the secrets of the Miracle of San Gennaro but who also manages to seduce her, as if her yielding to him was not just part of her sentimental education, but a prerequisite for understanding the crux of her thesis. Sex in pursuit of intellectual rigor: How Italian can you get?

In Italian and English. Opens Aug. 22 in Tokyo at Shinjuku Piccadilly (050-6861-3011), Marunouchi Piccadilly (050-6875-0075), Bunkamura Le Cinema Shibuya Miyashita (050-6875-5280).

Parthenope home page in Japanese

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Review: Land of Bad

Not as awful as its title, this military actioner mainly gets by with the help of Russell Crowe in another of his late career moves into B-movie territory. He plays a U.S. Air Force officer named Eddie “Reaper” Grimm whose lack of normal social niceties (he’s now on his fourth marriage) has stalled his career. Though once a promising fighter pilot he’s now stuck behind a desk in Las Vegas remotely piloting drones in faraway lands. The plot has to do with a team of soldiers sent into the jungles of the Philippines to extract a captured CIA operative. None of these pros like drones, which are supposed to provide reconnaissance and pick off ambushes, because, well, they don’t like being watched. Consequently, they rail on the rookie in their midst, J.J. “Playboy” Kinney (Liam Hemsworth), because he’s the drone liaison and has never been in this kind of situation before. 

Suffice to say that the mission goes sideways really fast, leaving only Playboy to complete it with Reaper’s help. The enemy is a Muslim militant group that likes to cut off heads and torture anyone they meet, so naturally Playboy has his work cut out for him, as does Reaper, who is constantly being distracted by superiors who don’t take him seriously enough—he is an asshole—and the fact that his current wife is about to go into labor. Crowe is the perfect fit. 

The movie’s action particulars are pretty rote, but the drone stuff is interesting, since the movie, through Reaper, explains both the limitations and the advantages of the technology in a combat situation. Obviously, it’s not infallible, but when it’s down you really miss it.

Now playing in Tokyo at Toho Cinemas Hibiya (050-6868-5068), Toho Cinemas Shinjuku (050-6868-5063).

Land of Bad home page in Japanese

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Review: Jurassic World: Rebirth

I’ve never expected coherence from the Jurassic franchise, and the 7th installment didn’t challenge those expectations at all, though its development is at least linear. Whatever associations its story has with past chapters either don’t exist or flew over my head, but at this point in the renewed dino saga, the giant lizards are no longer terrorizing urban centers and have somehow been banished to uninhabited territories around the equator, where they live in relative peace because it’s illegal for humans to visit them. Sounds like good sense to me, but, of course, you can’t build a movie out of that sort of premise, so along comes a guy named Krebs (Rupert Friend) who works for a pharmaceutical company that wants to tap some mutant dino DNA for a miracle heart medication, and that means sneaking onto the tropical island featured in the last Jurassic World movie where there was a laboratory carrying out doomed mutant experiments. Krebs enlists a so-called extraction expert, Zora (Scarlett Johansson), a large boat for hire and its skipper, Duncan (Mahershala Ali), and the usual bespectacled paleontologist, Dr. Loomis (Jonathan Bailey), to help him with his mission by promising a lot of money. As Loomis so helpfully explains, the public’s interest in dinosaurs has diminished greatly in recent years, so work for people in his profession isn’t as plentiful as it used to be. I’ll have to hand it to screenwriter David Koepp: Cynicism was something else I never expected from the franchise. 

For what it’s worth, the set pieces by director Gareth Edwards do the trick, though many of them involve a family on a sailboat cruise who are attacked by sea-dwelling dinosaurs and end up being rescued by Krebs’ contingent. It’s a complication that provides for the kind of chase-and-gobble incidents the franchise is famous for, but the family—a dad, two teenage daughters, and one daughter’s ne’er-do-well BF—never really justifies its presence except as dino bait. Zora’s gymnastic feats to secure dinosaur blood samples using Loomis’s boomeranging dart invention is more interesting in the way she employs geometric common sense to get what she needs rather than brute force or firepower. When she’s set upon by pteradactyls while raiding a nest, Edwards makes the most of the cliffside vista. In fact, Rebirth may be the most beautiful Jurassic movie simply because it’s all in the wild—except for a cheap joke scene in an abandoned convenience store. 

In addition to the requisite T-Rex pursuit and the cute baby dino-as-cat-stand-in, there are a few mutants that look nothing like dinosaurs so you have to hand it to the SFX crew: Like Loomis, they may wonder if there’s still an audience out there for dinosaurs, so they hedge their bets.

In Japanese subtitled and dubbed versions. Now playing in Tokyo at Toho Cinemas Nihonbashi (050-6868-5060), Toho Cinemas Hibiya (050-6868-5068), Marunouchi Piccadilly (050-6875-0075), 109 Cinemas Premium Shinjuku (0570-060-109), Shinjuku Wald 9 (03-5369-4955), Shinjuku Piccadilly (050-6861-3011), Toho Cinemas Shinjuku (050-6868-5063), Toho Cinemas Shibuya (050-6868-5002), Toho Cinemas Roppongi Hills (050-6868-5024).

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Review: I’m Still Here

It’s easy to see why Walter Salles’s adaptation of Marcelo Rubens Paiva’s memoir of the abduction and murder of his father in the 1970s by the Brazilian authorities won the Oscar for Best International Feature. It’s earnest in its outrage at the abject cruelty of Brazil’s fascist state at the time, while delving deep into the resulting turmoil that wrecked Paiva’s family, in particular his mother, whose POV the film assumes once her husband is taken away. Nevertheless, while the movie feels painfully personal, it doesn’t say anything beyond the obvious, that what happened to Rubens Paiva (Selton Mello) was an unforgivable crime and that Eunice Paiva’s (Fernanda Torres) campaign to uncover the truth was unrelenting and fierce. I’m Still Here is a model template for that subgenre of films that deal with authoritarianism as it affects individuals. 

Salles is thorough in his setup, showing the happy, successful middle class life of the Paivas, who have five children. Rubens is an architect who once held a seat in the national assembly, and while his political views remain under wraps, it’s obvious he opposes the present regime and there are hints he is helping to support underground elements opposed to the government. But for most of the first hour, the script dwells on domestic matters, in particular budding filmmaker daughter Vera’s (Valentina Herszage) move to the UK to study. It is while Vera is away that agents of the government arrive at the Paiva home and subsequently take him to their offices for questioning. Apparently, he is suspected of passing information to persons considered enemies of the state, though this intelligence isn’t revealed until later. It is the last time his family will see him. Eunice is also brought in for questioning, and here Salles cleverly and effectively shows what she is up against, namely, a state apparatus that uses exhaustion to break their prey, with the sounds of torture and suffering echoing down the damp, dark hallways of the facility. But she’s released, and for the rest of the film she works to find out where her husband was taken and what happened to him. 

The movie then becomes a kind of procedural, with Eunice accessing every resource at her disposal. She finds out what she needs to know, all the while holding some things back from her children, who she feels are too young to handle the truth, although they surely know their father is not coming back. This development is laced through with nostalgic moments as a means of contrasting years of uncertainty with a time of love and stability. Meanwhile, Eunice goes back to school, becomes a professor and a defender of indigenous people’s rights, as her work to explain the crimes of the former administration make her into a minor celebrity. In fact, a little more distinction between these various roles would have been welcome. As it is, they are simply presented as adjuncts to her central role as mother and widow, which, as admirable as that is, shortchanges her accomplishments. 

In Portuguese and English. Opens Aug. 8 in Tokyo at Toho Cinemas Chanter Hibiya (050-6868-5001), Shinjuku Musashinokan (03-3354-5670), Human Trust Cinema Shibuya (03-5468-5551).

I’m Still Here home page in Japanese

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Review: The Voices of the Silenced and A Compassionate Spy

Co-director Park Maeui worked with her veteran documentarian mother, Park Soo-nam, on The Voices of the Silenced, a detailed review of the latter’s life and work as the former digitizes that work, which was originally shot in 16mm. Both Parks are Japan-resident Koreans (zainichi) who speak Japanese throughout the film. Soo-nam, second generation zainichi, switched from writing to filmmaking in the 70s and has almost exclusively covered the zainichi experience, focusing on Japanese historical matters and incidents—the 1923 Kanto earthquake, the Battle of Okinawa, the coal mine of Gunkanjima during WWII, the atomic bombing of Hiroshima, the “comfort women” issue—from the point of view of Korean residents and immigrants, which has been neglected by Japanese historians. 

Along the way the elder Park discusses her own matters and incidents, as when she felt rejected by both North and South Korea because of her uncompromising attitude, her fear of “turning Japanese,” and her fierce feminism, which has angered Koreans as much as Japanese (she has never married). On a more immediate tip, Soo-nam is going blind, so the digitizing mission becomes vital, occasionally sparking disagreements between mother and daughter that add a bit of drama to the historical recollections, of which the so-called Komatsugawa Incident (made famous as a feature film by Nagisa Oshima) that resulted in the false murder conviction and execution of a young Korean man in Japan, merits the most screen time, since it basically sparked Soo-nam’s journalistic career. 

The doc is, in turns, melancholically nostalgic and bitter, and at two-and-a-half hours could use a bit more editing as the Parks tend to go over some of the material several times. If The Voices of the Silenced draws more attention to the work of Park Soo-nam, which has been neglected by the West, then it will have served a valuable function.

Steve James’ documentary, A Compassionate Spy, also covers a subject more people should know about: How the late American scientist Ted Hall, the youngest person to work on the Manhattan Project, leaked atomic secrets to the Soviets during and after the war and essentially got away with it. The title refers to Hall’s motives: After witnessing what the bomb could do he believed it was too dangerous a weapon to be solely in the hands of the U.S., which he thought would surely use it again, probably against the Soviets in an inevitable future conflict. He committed treason, in other words, to save millions of people from annihilation. Though many will surely take issue with this position—and James interviews several individuals who do exactly that, including the son of Hall’s co-conspirator—in a sense, Hall’s prescience has been somewhat justified since no atomic bombs have been detonated for belligerent purposes since Nagasaki. 

Most of the film centers on the testimony of Hall’s wife, Joan, who explains her husband’s gentle, philosophical mien and their life together. Both were avid political leftists who sympathized with Communist doctrine while acknowledging the horrors of Stalinism. Early on, the FBI caught on to Hall’s actions and did what they could to bring him in, but his rigid stoicism confounded them. He was impossible to ruffle, and while Joan insists he never lied in his life, he managed to put up a front under fierce interrogation that couldn’t be breached. In a sense, he was saved by his intellect. Offered a teaching and research position at Cambridge, he moved his family to the UK in the 50s and stayed there the rest of his life, and while the American authorities enlisted British intelligence to continue pressuring him, they were never able to make anything stick. Certainly the most dramatic sequence in the film is Joan’s recollection of the sickness of the soul she and her husband suffered when the Rosenbergs were executed. Whatever crimes the Rosenbergs actually committed (Joan thinks the information they passed on to the Soviets was insignificant) the Halls felt the Rosenbergs were punished for what Ted had actually done and were just convenient scapegoats. 

James supplements the Halls’ tale with a history of the changing attitude in the U.S. toward the Soviet Union from the war years to the 80s as a means of showing how fickle official policy was while Ted Hall’s basic tenets remained unchanged—he was always on the side of humanity. In that sense, James sees Hall’s decisions, which he never regretted, as strictly moral ones, and tends to sidestep the legal questions. The narrative is deepened by input from the couple’s two surviving daughters (a third died in an accident at a young age), who inherited their parents’ leftist views but didn’t learn about their father’s secret activities until they were adults. What they have to say about his commitment to his principles may be the film’s most effective advocacy of its point-of-view, because emotions tend to win out every time. 

The Voices of the Silenced, in Japanese, English and Korean, now playing in Tokyo at Polepole Higashi Nakano (03-3371-0088).

A Compassionate Spy now playing in Tokyo at Euro Space Shibuya (03-3461-0211).

The Voices of the Silenced home page in Japanese

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Review: Kneecap

Sort of a musical biopic and sort of a piss-take on musical biopics, Rich Peppiatt’s movie about the titular Irish-language rap group messes with the audience’s expectations as he fashions a comedy of ill manners to make a point about how rebelliousness breeds contempt in the right foes. Michael Fassbender makes a clever cameo as Arlo, an IRA member who learned Irish Gaelic during a prison sentence and whose son, Naoise, is one of the rappers in Kneecap, a group that has, since this movie’s initial release, continued to piss people off in new ways, most lately by supporting the Palestinian cause. In the movie, Naoise (or Moglai Bap) and his partner, Liam (or Mo Chara), rebel in a more conventional way, by dealing drugs, chiefly ketamine, and when the British police of Belfast arrest Naoise he refuses to speak English, so the cops, or “peelers,” as the nominally Catholic youth call them, have to hire a translator. In this case, that’s JJ (or DJ Provai), a school teacher as square as a milk carton. Eventually, JJ is shown how his own advocacy of the Irish language makes him a natural enemy of the unionists and the Brits and when he discovers a cache of rap lyrics, in Irish, penned by the two troublemakers, he encourages them to put them to music. As it happens, he’s a recording engineer hobbyist and ends up becoming the duo’s baclava-sporting DJ. Kneecapping, a form of brutal punishment made infamous by the IRA, is what they decide to call themselves, thus taking the piss in an altogether novel way.

Most of the movie plays out like a Guy Ritchie crime actioner, a decision that Peppiatt knows is more effective in putting across the group’s themes than a political diatribe would. Moreover, Kneecap’s own antics are hardly models of uprightness. Their drug use is extreme, their criminal activities wanton, and their sexual adventures somewhat debasing for all involved, but in the end they work to place the group in a tradition of righteous hooliganism against an oppressive establishment, though it’s a tradition that Arlo may not approve of with his older definition of rebelliousness. In fact, Kneecap, once they start to garner a fan base, find their real enemy is not the British police but rather an organization called Radical Republicans Against Drugs, a neat summation of the my-way-or-the-highway extremism of classical IRA sentiment. Then there’s Liam’s affair with a Protestant girl from a good family, Georgia (Jessica Reynolds), who gets off sexually on the frisson created by the conflict between their respective cultures, whether political or aesthetic. 

Kneecap the movie is more interested in entertainment than in edification, so I imagine most of the biographical elements are bullshit. And yet as an advertisement for the trio’s own music and artistic attitude it works exceedingly well by arbitrating for Irish pride without making it seem like something to be proud of. The movie takes it for granted that British imperialism is bad, and if you don’t agree, well they’ve got plenty of epithets for you that you will never understand. 

In English and Irish Gaelic. Now playing in Tokyo at Shinjuku Cinema Qualite (03-3352-5645), Human Trust Cinema Shibuya (03-5468-5551).

Kneecap home page in Japanese

photo (c) Kneecap Films Limited, Screen Market Research Limited t/a Wildcard and The British Film Institute 2024

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