Review: Anatomy of a Fall

Justine Triet’s acclaimed courtroom drama is not a whodunnit in the classic sense, but its basic appeal is the same. The mystery is whether the dead person, a French academic, was murdered by his wife, a German writer who, while not rich, was widely published. This dynamic, we are reminded again and again, seemed to cause her husband considerable anguish, since he has been struggling for years just to complete one novel. The resulting friction is illustrated blatantly in the first scene. As the wife, Sandra (Sandra Hüller), answers a graduate student’s questions about her work in the couple’s chalet in Grenoble, the husband, Samuel (Samuel Theis), blasts music upstairs, making the interview impossible. Sometime later, the couple’s visually impaired son, Daniel (Milo Machado Graner), discovers his father’s dead body in the blood-splattered snow after having apparently fallen from the chalet’s third-story window. The question becomes: Did he jump or was he pushed?

The police and, subsequently, the local prosecutor believe it’s the latter, and that it was Sandra who did the pushing. What follows is the usual mix of forensic fussiness—one of the best sequences is a reenactment of the death using dummies—and legalistic cunning, and in that regard Anatomy of a Fall isn’t particularly distinctive. Its mojo is centered on the way it projects the details of the incident onto the couple’s marriage, which is exposed mercilessly in public. Triet, in fact, misses a valuable chance to interrogate media complicity by only cursorily indicating the press mob outside the courtroom. She doesn’t even seem to be that concerned with Sandra’s innocence or guilt in a purely legal sense. She’s more interested in Sandra’s fitness, in the eyes of everyone involved, as a wife, as a mother, and even as an intellectual. As the adversarial nature of the marriage becomes apparent through testimony from Samuel’s psychiatrist and recordings that Samuel made of his conversations with Sandra for a book he was writing—including one quite violent argument that the jury can’t see but which Triet obligingly stages for us—Sandra is left with no defense of her own character, even though it’s clear that any evidence the prosecution has against her in terms of committing murder is circumstantial. And that seems to be the point of the movie. The literally bull-headed prosecutor acts as both sexist foil, accusing Sandra of emasculating Samuel by publishing nonstop in the face of Samuel’s writer’s block, and literary critic, combing through her own work for hints of her pathology. 

It’s therefore anti-climactic that the decisive testimony comes from Daniel, whose role throughout the drama is that of a beleaguered person-of-interest, sitting glumly in the courtroom listening to people say terrible things about his parents and trying to make sense of it. When it’s his turn to tell his story, he brings up a matter that only adds to the mystery but nevertheless points to something neither the prosecution nor the defense counted on. And while it’s a clever, meaningful touch, it deflates the mystery, leaving the viewer without much to dwell on. As a dissection of an unstable marriage—moreover one between two writers (compare it to Past Lives, which is anemic in that regard)—Anatomy of a Fall is honest and unusually incisive, but framing it as a murder mystery sparks expectations it can’t satisfy.

In English and French. Opens Feb. 23 in Tokyo at Toho Cinemas Chanter Hibiya (050-6868-5001), Bunkamura Le Cinema Shibuya Miyashita (050-6875-5280), Shinjuku Piccadilly (050-6861-3011), Toho Cinemas Nihonbashi (050-6868-5060).

Anatomy of a Fall home page in Japanese

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Review: The Covenant

Though he doesn’t occupy a place in my personal pantheon of revered directors, I acknowledge that Guy Ritchie has created what could be described as an oeuvre: British-identified, comic-inflected, laddish crime capers that are heavy on the violence and homoerotic innuendo. And perhaps for that reason I resist calling his latest movie Guy Ritchie’s The Covenant, the title under which it’s being distributed in some markets, including Japan. Though it’s macho to a fault and contains lots of violence, it’s not about underworld criminality and there are no Brit characters in it. It’s actually a pretty conventional 21st century American-style war movie, and in that regard seems a rough fit for Ritchie, who isn’t given any opportunity here to take the piss, which is one of his specialities.

The reason he doesn’t take the piss may be due to the heroic character of the themes and the “inspired by true events” script. Jake Gyllenhaal revisits the hard-nosed soldier cliches he’s already deveoped in films like Jarhead. Here he’s an Army sergeant named John Kinley who’s in charge of a team that disables IEDs during the final days of the war in Afghanistan. The main relationship is between Kinley and his new interpreter, Ahmed (Dar Salim), an auto mechanic whose considerable linguistic skills are matched by his intolerance to bullshit, a quality that Kinley appreciates without necessarily finding it appealing on a personal level. As it turns out, Ahmed has an axe to grind with the Taliban, and he isn’t fazed by the often brutal techniques these GIs utilize when they engage the enemy. Matters come to a head after the team is ambushed and Kinley is severely wounded. Though he and Ahmed manage to escape, there are Taliban between them and their home base, thus requiring Ahmed to fashion a litter to transport Kinley through enemy territory, and he proves his mettle, not only physically but intellectually as he drags Kinley past enemy check points and through extremely harsh terrain without much food or water. 

Ritchie also proves his mettle as a technically adept director. The middle portion of the film is at once suspenseful and moving as Ahmed reveals his basic humanity by risking his own life to save that of someone who may not have done the same had the situations been reversed. But that really isn’t what the movie is about. The Covenant is more purposely slotted as a post-Afghan War movie, in that the real action takes place after the U.S. leaves the country and abandons those natives who had helped it in its fruitlessly bloody quest. Back in L.A., Kinley worries about Ahmed, who was unable to escape due to U.S. Immigration ineptitude and apathy and is now targeted by the Taliban as a collaborator, laying low in the countryside. Using every means available, Kinley locates him and his family and then refinances his house to fund a special mission to extract them using a private security company. The movie makes a point of expressing disapproval of how the U.S. treated the Afghans in its employ during the war, but Ritchie is more interested in the mechanics of the extraction, which involve big explosions and wholesale carnage. By calling the movie Guy Ritchie’s The Covenant, the producers seem to be signalling to otherwise ignorant moviegoers that they don’t have to worry about any possible message because it will have all the loud gratuitous mayhem they can expect from the director. 

Opens Feb. 23 in Tokyo at Toho Cinemas Nihonbashi (050-6868-5060), Toho Cinemas Hibiya (050-6868-5068), Kino Cinema Shinjuku (03-5315-0978), Toho Cinemas Roppongi Hills (050-6868-5024).

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Review: Soulmate

This mainstream Korean melodrama, based on a popular 2016 Chinese film, was reportedly completed before the pandemic and didn’t receive a proper release in Korea until last year. It chronicles the decades-long relationship between two women starting in adolescence, when the constitutionally dour Mi-so (Kim Da-mi) moves to Jeju Island with her single, fitfully employed mother. Despite their obvious differences in temperament, she makes friends with the relatively emotionally stable Hae-un (Jeon So-nee), and they become BFFs. Mi-so soon has to work to support herself after her mother takes off again, though she’s still in school, but director Min Yong-geun and co-writer Kang Hyun-joo indicate her self-destructive romanticism more with cultural signifiers, such as her lifelong obsession with Janis Joplin. As Hae-un is being groomed by her parents to get into a decent university and become a school teacher, Mi-so cultivates the kind of resentments that only an intense platonic love can engender, and the script exploits these differences to flesh out a psychological mystery that’s too ambitious for its own good.

Over the ensuing years, the setting moves to Seoul, where both women eventually end up, though not at the same time, and there are long passages in their lives when they are not in touch at all. At different points they share or trade off a boy (Byeon Woo-seok) of no real consequence and at some stage virtually switch places in terms of the way they approach the world as they reboot their lives following college, marriage, and giving birth, with Hae-un breaking free of her staid outlook and Mi-so gaining some kind of stability. But this swapping of fortunes is misleading in that it feels like cheating on the part of the filmmakers, who keep teasing the viewer with an unreliable narrator and odd little discrepancies that don’t make immediate sense but add up to something startling if not particularly plausible or, for that matter, affecting. 

The script doesn’t really matter that much, because what Soulmate has to sell is a relationship that transcends the overt cleverness of the plot. The two principal actors credibly grow into their characters as the movie progresses, but, more significantly, their chemistry as antagonistic forces covers a wide range of emotional territory without losing sight of the basic personalities that make those respective characters distinctive. There were stretches where I thought they would either destroy each other or become lovers in a true physical sense, with either possibility providing a more trenchant development of the relationship than what the movie actually does. True soulmates offer those kinds of possibilities.

In Korean. Opens Feb. 23 in Tokyo at Marunouchi Piccadilly (050-6875-0075), Shinjuku Piccadilly (050-6861-3011).

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Review: Beau Is Afraid

Though one could categorize Ari Aster’s third feature as a horror film, it’s decidedly different in tone and effect than his first two, Hereditary and Midsommar. Those were more conventional horror films in that the viewer was meant to identify with protagonists who themselves were subjected to horrifying experiences. The protagonist in the new one, Beau (Joaquin Phoenix), is purposely positioned outside the viewer’s realm of empathy. We observe the horrors and indignities that befall Beau without necessarily taking them to heart, and as a result we are complicit in those horrors and indignities. With a story that goes on for three hours, it turns out to be a lot of complicity to live down. In addition, the universe embodied by the film is not as familiar as the ones in Aster’s first two films. The setting is a fantasy-scape, so there isn’t much to identify with. The horrors don’t register as directly.

Still, there’s enough overlap to provide several layers of irony. Though we meet Beau as he’s actually being born into a world that has it in for him, the proper story starts much later as he’s living in a city where death and violence are ever-present right outside your apartment door. Beau has already been rendered super-paranoid by his overweaning mother (Patti Lupone), who has conditioned him to fear everything. Preparing himself to visit her for the first time in six months, he must overcome so many arbitrary and deadly obstacles, including threats from neighbors and a home invasion that turns into an occupation, that you assume Beau is comically cursed, but in any case his mother won’t accept his excuses with sympathy or even magnanimity, thus deepening his guilt and self-loathing since she interprets it as further proof he doesn’t love her. But that isn’t the worst of it, and when the other shoe drops Beau becomes so desperate to rush to her side that the obstacles turn the journey into a howling odyssey of pain that just keeps getting louder and louder. Aster occasionally interrupts this epic trip with flashbacks that show how Beau’s anxieties about everything from food to sex evolved, and all are connected to his Oedipal frustrations. 

Aster frames this suffering as a cosmic black comedy, combining Kafka’s sense of the absurd with a Gilliamesque visual design, though for the most part the jokes are not particularly deep. There are many sequences that seem to be happening only in Beau’s imagination, and after a while it becomes difficult to care much about what happens to him. Though Phoenix can do wonders with characters who are difficult to like, Beau is beyond our help and his tortures become a slog—it’s all too hopeless and artificial to provide any kind of emotional purchase. In the end, Aster makes concrete what the journey implies, which is that Beau is on trial for not loving his mother enough, and while I appreciated the amount of imagination that went into depicting one man’s worst abstract fears in literal terms, my reaction was exhaustion rather than repulsion. Aster gets more ambitious with each movie, and, to tell you the truth, I’m not sure I’m ready for what he has up his sleeve next. 

Now playing in Tokyo at Toho Cinemas Nihonbashi (050-6868-5060), Toho Cinemas Hibiya (050-6868-5068), Toho Cinemas Shinjuku (050-6868-5063), Human Trust Cinema Shibuya (03-5468-5551), Toho Cinemas Roppongi Hills (050-6868-5024).

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Review: The Night Owl

The thing about Korean historical dramas is that they tend to go over the same dozen stories. Ahn Tae-jin’s hit, The Night Owl, is based on the one about the 17th century Joseon crown prince, Sohyeon (Kim Sung-cheol), who was poisoned shortly after returning from eight years as a hostage to China’s relatively new Qing dynasty. Korean history freaks will likely parse the mystery at the center of Ahn’s version of the story without much trouble, but the rest of us first have to contend with customs and protocols of the time that the freaks just take for granted, such as the role of concubines in the matter of succession, the tension between royals and bureaucrats, and the ever-present dominance of China—or, for that matter, any foreign influence. Without a grounding in these matters, the viewer may have a tough time working out the logic of the central mystery, which is more complicated than just, Who poisoned the prince?

Ahn’s fictional twist to the tale is Chun Kyung-soo (Ryu Jun-yeol), a young blind man who has the cohones to aspire to become a royal acupuncturist, an art we learn was still rare in Joseon at the time. In fact, the opening scenes involve a kind of test as to whether the medical staff of the palace will take on its first bona fide acupuncturist. As a blind man, Chun can’t hope to compete and thus acts boldly when he passes the diagnostic review through deduction, without even coming into contact with the patient. He then is taken on as a factotum in the royal infirmary, tasked with counting inventory and sweeping up because of his handicap. However, what no one knows is that Chun can actually see, but only at night when there is no artifical light, an attribute he exploits to work his way into the good graces of the palace after being selected to treat one of the king’s concubines because he is blind—and then successfully curing her of her ailment. However, after the crown prince returns from abroad and Chun is called upon to treat both him and his father, he realizes that his qualified disability could actually get him killed, since it allows him to drift into close proximity of the scheme to kill the crown prince. He has to hide the letters he sends to his sick younger brother in the provinces lest his betters realize he can see under certain circumstances, and thus knows more than he should. As Chun says at one point, “Humble people have to pretend that they don’t know anything to survive, and thus it’s better if they just can’t see.”

By necessity, much of the movie takes place at night, and Tae shoots many of the numerous action scenes in the shadows. Similarly, there is only the dimmest distinction between the good guys and the bad guys. Chun, of course, by dint of his loyalty not only to his sick brother but also to the crown prince, whose virtue is signalled by his love for the very young son he hasn’t seen since infancy, comes across as a beleagured saint, and his own heroics, not to mention his unique survival skills, make him an unusual kind of romantic protagonist. In that way, Tae brings something fresh to these worn historical cliches. 

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

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Review: Close Your Eyes

Victor Erice’s first new feature in 30 years opens with another movie called The Farewell Gaze, about an old man who hires another man to go to China and retrieve the daughter he never met. This movie-within-the-movie, we learn, was filmed in 1992 and never finished because the lead actor, Julio Arenas (Jose Coronado), disappeared during the production and was never seen again. The director, Miguel Garay (Manolo Solo), couldn’t go on without Arenas and never made another movie. Though he started out as a respected novelist, he stopped writing, too, and turned to translating to eke out a living. But in 2012, the producer of a TV documentary series covering unsolved cases contacts Garay to talk about Arenas’s disappearance. While he isn’t inclined to return to that sad chapter of his life, he needs the money, and while the interview doesn’t go particularly well, he is compelled to reenter the mystery.

The leisurely detective story that follows does not promise closure. During the course of Garay’s investigation, we learn a lot about him and a lot about Arenas. Both were acquaintances and even spent some time in jail together at the end of the Franco regime before either became famous; or, at least, Arenas did. As an actor he was a notorious ladies man, and when he disappeared the Spanish tabloids assumed it had something to do with a woman he shouldn’t have been seeing. Garay, however, has always held a different theory, that his friend just wanted to start over as someone else, and much of the dialogue in this dialogue-heavy movie is about wishing you were someone else or trying to change what you’ve become by obliterating the past, even if it’s just in your mind. In Garay’s case, he wants to forget his dead son, an artist like him. He now lives in a trailer on a stretch of beach whose owner may soon kick him and other squatters off, and in a sense, his quest to find out what happened to Arenas gives him the only purpose he’s had in years, so when he comes across a lead that seems to go somewhere, he wonders if it’s really worth his while to pursue it.

Of course he can’t ignore it, but there’s a sense of him getting dragged back into something that he once regretted. Erice’s film is almost 3 hours long, and it builds to such a relentlessly melancholy epiphany that the story consumes itself. The past is always there and won’t disappear, no matter how much you try to will it away. This is a movie about how movies preserve the irretrievable past. Just as a “person is more than a memory,” as Garay observes, a film is more than celluloid and chemicals, and even if he didn’t finish his own movie (which looks pretty interesting) Garay knows that it will always be there in his mind. Close Your Eyes has the same effect: It lingers in the brain and changes with each new thought. When you close your eyes, it’s even more vivid. 

In Spanish and French. Now playing in Tokyo at Toho Cinemas Chanter Hibiya (050-6868-5001), Toho Cinemas Shinjuku (050-6868-5063), Human Trust Cinema Shibuya (03-5468-5551).

Close Your Eyes home page in Japanese

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Review: Five Nights at Freddy’s

Since I’m not a gamer I don’t have anything useful to say about whether this feature film is anything like the popular and reportedly very violent video game it’s based on, but the plot is such a mash-up of conflicting vectors that I imagine the filmmakers had a difficult time trying to make narrative sense of game elements that are just there for the sake of excitement. How old, exactly, is this game? Because it’s obvious that whoever came up with it never thought it might be made into a movie.

The premise is that a night security guard at a long-closed pizza parlor is beset by a bunch of life-sized, possessed animatronic figures that used to be the main draw of the place for families. In the opening scene we see one of these guards trying to escape the darkened restaurant through air conditioning ducts, being pursued by something we can’t see, until he’s dispatched. The fact that director Emma Tammi doesn’t include a money shot of the guard’s obliteration would seem to incidate she’s saving the goodies for later, but it’s a tease whose implication she never fulfills because the script gets in the way. We get plenty of backstory about the next security guard, Mike (Josh Hutscherson), a good-hearted, orphaned loser who is trying to protect his little sister, Abby (Piper Rubio), in the face of a custody battle from his evil aunt (Mary Stuart Masterson). He takes the job against his better judgment because unemployment means the aunt will win, but the job counselor (Matthew Lillard) who throws him the gig is pretty clear that it sucks: “Pay’s not great and the hours are worse.” Compounding Mike’s fiscal insolvency is his battered psychological state: He suffers nightmares about the abduction of his little brother when Mike was a teenager, as well as followup dreams featuring other abducted children who might know what happened to the brother. All of these elements, as well as the aunt’s schemes to make Mike look as irresponsible as possible, are meant to come together in such a way as to explain the mysterious goings-on at Freddy’s in the middle of the night, which is over-determined for a movie premised on a video game where the only point of interest is whether the player can survive a bunch of big bloodthirsty dolls. I had questions about plot holes throughout the film’s 110 minutes, but once the climax came into view I just gave up.

And for all that the visceral aspects were weak meat. I counted three instances where the basic concept of the game is in operation, and none were particularly suspenseful or scary; which would seem to mean the movie is aimed at a younger cohort. The people who play the game are probably looking forward to seeing the gore recreated with more graphic verisimilitude, but what they get is a supernatural melodrama with a few limp jump scares. Where’s the gross-out fun in that?

Opens Feb. 9 in Tokyo at Toho Cinemas Nihonbashi (050-6868-5060), Toho Cinemas Hibiya (050-6868-5068), Shinjuku Piccadilly (050-6861-3011), Toho Cinemas Shinjuku (050-6868-5063), Shibuya Humax Cinema (03-3462-2539), Toho Cinemas Roppongi Hills (050-6868-5024).

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Media watch: A 1945 marine tragedy comes back to haunt the Japanese government

Ukishima-maru in operation

Last week the Gunma prefectural government removed a monument from a park in the city of Takasaki that commemorated Korean laborers mobilized to work in the prefecture during World War II. The monument was installed in the park in 2004, but in 2014 the prefectural government refused to renew the permit for it, saying that the citizens group that petitioned to have it placed in the park had violated one of the conditions for its installation, which is that the group not hold “political events” related to the monument. Apparently, during a memorial ceremony a member of the group had referred to the Koreans it honors as having been “forcibly mobilized,” a situation the Japanese government denies. When the monument was removed, there was a large contingent of police on hand to make sure people who were protesting the removal did not clash with right wing groups who approved of the removal. 

Prior to the removal the web talk show No Hate TV covered the matter in relation to the issue of forced Korean labor during the war. The governor of Gunma insisted that the removal had nothing to do with “historical awareness” but was simply an unavoidable response to the citizens group’s “breaking a rule,” though no one really believes that. Ruling Liberal Democratic Party lawmaker Mio Sugita, a well-known right-wing politician, publicly said that she agrees with the removal of the monument because it commemorates what she calls a lie. However, as the discussions on No Hate TV elucidated, the forced mobilization of workers from Korea, then a Japanese colony, for the war effort has been acknowledged by historians as a fact, at least with regard to some of the workers. The Japanese government has acknowledged, albeit tacitly, that some Chinese workers were forcibly mobilized during the war, but not Koreans. 

During the discussions on No Hate TV, one of the unavoidable historical incidents that came up was the sinking of the transport ship Ukishima-maru in Maizuru Bay on the Japan sea coast in August 1945. According to the government, the ship was carrying more than 3,700 Korean workers from the Shimokita peninsula to Pusan in the wake of Japan’s August 15 surrender when it hit a U.S. mine while entering the harbor. The government estimated that 524 Koreans lost their lives, but survivors and others have disputed this number, saying it was much higher. In any case, the government has never carried out a proper investigation of the incident and in 1993 survivors and families of people who died sued the government in Kyoto District Court, demanding an apology and compensation, which, after an initial trial and the usual series of appeals, was eventually denied. Another matter discussed on No Hate TV was the Japanese media’s coverage of the Ukishima-maru Incident, as it’s called. The show’s host, Yasumichi Noma, said that at least two long Japanese reports on the sinking and its controversial aftermath were produced in the past, one by NHK in 1977 and another by Mainichi Broadcasting System. NHK’s report is presently unavailable for public viewing, but the MBS report, first broadcast in 1994, was on YouTube when Noma talked about it, though he predicted it might be removed, and in fact it was a few weeks ago with no reason given. (There is also a Japanese feature film made in the 1990s about the tragedy that is frank about discrimination against Korean workers. It is still available on YouTube.)

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Review: Ghost Tropic and Here

Ghost Tropic

The films of 39-year-old Belgian director Bas Devos share three traits: a square aspect ratio, credit sequences where all cast and crew are presented on one materializing screen instead of a scroll, and an almost total lack of tension. This latter trait is especially interesting given the subject matter of the two features being released simultaneously in Japan. Both focus on immigrants, and when film buffs place Belgium movies and immigrants in the same thought, it’s usually in relation to the Dardennes brothers’ formally strict social issue body of work. But while the protagonists of the two movies under discussion likely reside at a lower level of socioeconomic comfort than the average Belgian citizen, they aren’t depicted as being subjected to the kind of indignities that typically befall immigrants in the Dardennes’ movies. 

This characteristic is particularly notable in 2019’s Ghost Tropic, which follows a Muslim cleaning woman, Khadija (Saadia Bentaïeb), who awakes in the middle of the night on the subway at the last station on the line, having slept through her stop. Since it is also the last train of the night, she is forced to walk all the way back to her apartment in the Brussels neighborhood of Molenbeek. The movie is essentially a low key odyssey, and though at one point she is questioned by a white man when she strays too close to an upscale apartment building where she used to work, her journey is anxiety-free, though it doesn’t lack for drama. At one point she discovers an unconscious homeless man on the street and calls an ambulance, which transports him to a hospital. Later, worried about the man, she sneaks into the hospital (as a non-relative, she is denied any information by the reception nurse) to check on his condition. We come to see how Khadija negotiates her transacations with others and can discern a pattern wherein she endeavors to do what’s right while remaining as aloof as possible. When she asks a building security guard to let her use a lobby ATM to get money for a taxi, she doesn’t tell him afterward that the machine did not give her any money—her account is overdrawn—because she doesn’t want him to think his kindness was for nothing. After buying some tea in a convenience store that is about to close, she is offered a ride by the clerk but only takes it so far, perhaps uncomfortable with this woman, who is nice but a bit too chatty and personable. In any case, she spies her teenage daughter hanging around a liquor store with a male companion and then informs the police that the store is selling alcohol to minors, a bit of self-serving vigilantism that may or may not get the clerk—another person of color—into trouble.

Though these incidents don’t have a thematic through-line they do feel of a piece since Devos keeps a tight grip on the somber tone through unfussy shots of empty city streets and a sound design embellished with a plaintive acoustic guitar score. This strategy lends the film an enigmatic quality that is stingy with details about Khadija’s life and mindset, a choice that may frustrate some viewers given the abrubt narrative shift in the very last scene. 

Here

Khadija is obviously a long-time resident of Brussels, but Stefan (Stefan Gota), a construction worker from Romania, seems less settled. In fact, most of the action in Devos’s latest movie, Here, involves Stefan getting ready to go back to his native country, though whether it is only for the summer or permanently seems to be a question he hasn’t answered yet, even as the day of departure draws close. He carefully packs up his things in his small apartment and cleans out his refrigerator, making a large pot of soup with the remaining vegetables. He then delivers containers of the soup to friends and acquaintances, many of them fellow Romanians, as a kind of farewell gesture, and Devos explicates Stefan’s situations through the attendant conversations. It seems he hasn’t seen his family in a number of years. In a conversation with his sister, who manages a cafeteria, he reveals his doubts as to whether he will return to Belgium at the end of the summer, and she seems to understand though withholds her opinion. 

While waiting out a rainstorm in a Chinese restaurant, Stefan makes the acquaintance of Shuxiu (Liyo Gong), who moonlights there. We already know that Shuxiu’s main occupation is botany. She teaches at a local university and her specialty is mosses. Later, when Stefan is cutting through a huge forested park in the middle of the city to deliver another container of soup he happens upon Shuxiu again and they spend the rest of the day together collecting moss samples and talking about nothing in particular. It’s clear the two are attracted to each other, and while Devos doesn’t make a big deal out of it the suggestion is planted that Shuxiu may give him a reason to return to Brussels, and I asked myself afterwards: Did they sleep together? Again, many viewers may not appreciate Devos’s tricky narrative feints, but they impart a distinctive sense of intrigue to situations that we would normally take for granted. 

Ghost Tropic in French and Dutch. Here in French, Romanian, Mandarin and Dutch. Both now playing in Tokyo at Bunkamura Le Cinema Shibuya Miyashita (050-6875-5280).

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Review: Stop Making Sense

There’s very little to say about the 40th anniversary 4K restoration of the late Jonathan Demme’s 1984 concert film Stop Making Sense that hasn’t already been said except that if you plan to see it you really ought to see it in an IMAX theater. I don’t have any particular fondness for IMAX since I tend to think it only works with movies that are made with the IMAX technology in mind, and most of those movies usually incorporate special effects that don’t need any more emphasis. Talking Heads, the band whose uniquely personal concert experience is the whole purpose of Stop Making Sense, offer up an extremely visceral live show that Demme captures with rare empathy and intelligence. By now everyone knows how David Byrne conceptualized and choreographed the concert down to the way the crew added and subtracted elements to a bare stage throughout the show, but less credit is given to the way Demme highlights these elements while focusing on each member (the 4 Heads augmented by five African-American musicians) in ways that reveal not only the synergy of the music, but its individual components as well. In that regard the movie might even be better as a concert experience than the actual concert itself, audience immersion or no audience immersion.

I saw the original stage production in 1983 in Berkeley but I never saw the movie in a theater. The first time I watched it was on video, and by then I had already listened to the soundtrack album hundreds of times, so the IMAX experience was not only a potent blast from the past, it was a startlingly new experience because the concert, for all the care Byrne and Demme put into its presentation as a portrait of a band’s aesthetic in historical context, is itself predicated on joy and love, which come through so directly in the IMAX rendering that you have no capacity to think of anything else except what is up there on the screen.

Now playing in Tokyo at Toho Cinemas Hibiya (IMAX, 050-6868-5068), Shibuya Cine Quinto (03-3477-5905), Toho Cinemas Shinjuku (IMAX, 050-6868-5063), Toho Cinemas Roppongi Hills (050-6868-5024), Toho Cinemas Nihonbashi (050-6868-5060).

Stop Making Sense home page in Japanese

photo (c) 1984 Talking Heads Films

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