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(Where”™s the) Rhyme & Reason? – A Serious Man reviewed

photo courtesy Film Focus

The Coen Brothers have made a career of examining the more absurd sides of philosophy, morality and ethics.  They have, perhaps, never done so in such a personal a manner as they do in A Serious Man. In this, their most recent opus, the Coens delve into the biblical story of Job by taking us on the journey of Larry Gopnik, an average college professor of physics at an unnamed Midwestern university.

The film begins, strangely enough, in a Russia shtetl, in what is a mini preamble to the main story.  A milkman and his wife argue about whether or not a visitor they have in their home is an actual person or whether he is a dybbuk. (In Jewish folklore this is a wandering soul who escapes hell and takes possession of a living body.)  The debate is resolved in a violent and uncertain fashion, after which the wife reassures her nervous husband that good will always triumph over evil.

The story then moves forward to the late 1960″™s.  From the start, we are witness to the slow unraveling of Larry Gopnik (Michael Stuhlbarg).  It begins with a Korean student who tries to talk Larry into altering his failing grade and ends up leaving an envelope of money on Larry”™s desk as a bribe.  At home we meet Larry”™s chaotic family – wife Judith (Sari Lennick), son Danny (Aaron Wolff), daughter Sarah (Jessica McManus) as well as his brother Arthur (Richard Kind). Soon, Larry is engulfed in a relentless avalanche of misfortune ignited by the bribery episode and his life, both at home and work, collapses.

photo courtesy Film FocusThe story of A Serious Man is not just about a generally good and unassuming man”™s life being randomly taken apart, but investigates how such a man is supposed to find solace, guidance, reason or hope within a crisis.  In particular, the Coens seems to be examining the validity of their own Jewish faith at such times.  Larry seeks help from three separate rabbis, whose authority is introduced by ominous title cards.  But the answers and guidance these Rabbis provide Larry are empty, shallow and confusing, at best.  No matter how much Larry might press them for help, they cannot respond with any more comfort than the equivalent of a shrug.

Whereas, in the opening preamble, there is a clear cut conclusion that good will triumph over evil, Larry”™s protests that he is a “serious man” seem to feel on deaf (or even non-existent) ears.

Aside from the fact that the Coens seem to be saying that there is no rational cause and effect to anything in life when it comes to being morally good or bad, they also seem to be saying that the people who are supposed to be advising us and guiding us through this life of confusion (the leaders in organized religion) have nothing more pertinent to say to us than any other kind of person.  Religion provides baffling parables, trite affirmations and no real answers to apply to real life, and the consequences of your choices in life do not necessarily spring from their uprightness or lack there of.  In short, it is all chaos.  The final image of the film is a perfect exclamation point by simply leaving us at the mercy of the whims of nature itself.

Like all Coen Brothers films, A Serious Man is extremely well made in all respects.  The superb cast of A Serious Man is largely culled from outside their usual stable of actors.  Like many of their films, the tone is one of slightly heightened reality, which only adds to the horror of what transpires.  Though I would hardly call it their best work, A Serious Man will stick with you long after viewing, and certainly make you think about the meaning they were trying to impart to the audience and how this compares to your own beliefs.  Rather than presenting a centralized message or theme, these filmmakers seem to revel in the lack of such a thing and take delight in the torture they can put their characters through and the struggle we may have in watching it unfold

If the story of Job was in celluloid, the Coens would most definitely be the Almighty.  If you are looking for answers, looks elsewhere.  The Coen Brothers don”™t seem to be interested in anything other than offering an engaging and violent ride.

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Review by Zach Jacobs

A gentle coming-of-age bon-bon — An Education

photos courtesy of Sony Classics

A slight but sweet movie, An Education is based on the memoir of journalist Lynn Barber, depicting a life-altering relationship she experienced at the tender age of 16.

Adapted for the screen by Nick Hornby (whose own novels, High Fidelity and About a Boy, were also made into films) and directed by Lone Scherfig, this gentle morality tale immerses us in an era that seems so quaint and remote.

London during the early sixties hadn”™t quite started swinging, and the Beatles weren’t yet on the scene. For the bright and independent-minded high schooler Jenny (played wonderfully by the luminous ingenue Carey Mulligan) it”™s all dull school concert performances and hard studying in order to earn good enough grades to be accepted into Oxford. Her overbearing father (a wonderfully funny and cranky Alfred Molina) and mousy mother (Cara Seymour) have all their hopes for their only child”™s bright future pinned on her earning a first-class education.

The setting is London and the time is 1961. It’s pre-Beatles and pre-Swinging Sixties, and Jenny (Carey Mulligan) is a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl enamoured of French existentialism and the pre-Raphaelites. She hopes to go on to Oxford, and is bored rigid with the austerity and restrictions of both school and her family home. (Alfred Molina does a marvellous turn as her inept and irascible father.)

But when Jenny meets David, a dashing and wealthy older fellow (Peter Sarsgaard) pretty soon she”™s being squired around to concerts, art auctions, jazz clubs, fancy restaurants and the race track. Charming to a fault, Jenny”™s new beau even convinces her parents to let him take their precious teen away for weekends to Oxford and – thrillingly – to Paris.

Suddenly Jenny”™s boring little life is bursting with excitement and adventure and she finds herself blossoming from his attention. But David and his pals turn out to be shady characters indeed…

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For her first English-language attempt, Danish filmmaker Scherfig”™s movie suffers a little from some seriously weak storytelling, including a clumsy device where David”™s true character and background are revealed, and also an odd scene concerning David”™s clients (he dabbles in real estate) which later has to be spelled out. Worst of all, the ending gallops towards a resolution that, bafflingly, is never fully unexplained.

Nevertheless, the story is quite lovely and the performances are all good, especially Olivia Williams as Jenny”™s favorite teacher and Emma Thompson as the draconian school Principal and even Rosamund Pike as the dim blonde. The (then) 22-year-old Carey Mulligan brings a whip-smart sweetness to her performance reminiscent of the adorable Audrey Tatou or Ellen Page.

An Education is worth catching up with on the small screen.

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Review by Pauline Adamek

A study of an unusual crime — L’Amante Anglaise

The Lovers by Magritte

French writer Marguerite Duras (1914-1996) wrote prolifically for every medium: plays, novels, stories, screenplays, and was also a filmmaker. She is best known in the U.S. for her autobiographical novel The Lover, which was made into a successful film in 1992, and for her classic 1959 screenplay for Hiroshima Mon Amour.

Currently being staged at The Met Theatre, in Los Angeles, is L”™Amante Anglais (The English Lover), a gripping crime drama about a shocking murder.

In a translation by Barbara Bray, the play is drawn from Marguerite Duras”™ story L”™Amante Anglaise and is essentially a two-act two-hander, by which I mean each act has only two actors on stage. Alex Monsky plays the Interrogator, Gerry Bamman plays Pierre and Caroline Ducrocq plays Claire. Thanks to the superb performances from all three actors, what could easily be two dull duologues is elevated to a riveting period drama.

Duras”™ story is, in essence, a police procedural with all the emphasis on the interrogation of witnesses aspect. It”™s the early sixties in France. A grisly crime has been committed, a confession made; the culprit is in custody. All that is left is for the Detective to piece together the facts of the crime and the events as they happened chronologically. It”™s when the Interrogator attempts to understand the motive that he becomes unstuck.

As the Interrogator interviews first the husband, Pierre, and then the woman herself, a portrait of their domestic life starts to appear and take shape, much like the picture of a jigsaw puzzle.

It transpires that Claire Lannes murdered her cousin, the deaf-mute Marie-Therese, dismembered her and then disposed of the pieces in a truly ingenious (though not fool-proof) fashion. The victim had lived with the couple for over twenty years and served as their live-in maid.

The Detective begins questioning Claire”™s husband, Pierre. What complicity may he have had in Claire”™s violent acts? Did he in any way drive her to her misdeeds? Does he still love her?

During the course of the first interrogation with the Husband, a portrait of an estranged marriage emerges. Grumpy Pierre is not much help shedding light on his eccentric wife”™s behavior, apart from describing her tendency to spend hours in her beloved garden. Distinguished actor Gerry Bamman is perfect as the craggy old curmudgeon, conveying his own dismay and confusion about his wife”™s behavior, both before and after the crime, during the questioning. Alex Monsky is also great as the Interrogator, bringing a quiet gravitas to his role as a seasoned yet increasingly baffled Detective.

Caroline Ducrocq produces and stars in L'Amante Anglaise

But this play really belongs to the superb Caroline Ducrocq, who gives a brilliant and pitch-perfect performance as the inscrutable Claire. Playing her as a serious and matter-of-fact person, the compact Ducrocq conveys this quintessential French woman from a past era. Claire”™s stance is a fascinating one; she did the crime and confessed – what more is there to say? The persistent Detective wants to get to the bottom of this sensational crime but the more questions he asks, the deeper into a murky morass he seems to sink. What impelled Claire to engage in such extreme behavior? What happened in Claire”™s past to lead her to this point? Is Claire a madwoman? And where, oh where, is Marie-Therese”™s missing head?!

Of course, this spellbinding play does not answer all the questions it poses, and that just makes it all the more intriguing. Above all, it offers a snapshot of what life was like in a certain time and place for these singular characters.

Press Notes:
The MET Theater and Delicatessen productions present The English Lover. Produced by Caroline Ducrocq, Palu Koslo and Carl Ford, the play by Duras premiered in 1968, one year after the 1967 novel bearing the same title. It was inspired by a “fait divers,” meaning a sensational news item.

It tells the story of Claire Lannes, a murderess who confesses to the crime she committed but never explains why she did such a thing. The play draws on the relationship that is slowly established between the murderess and the “interrogator” for as long as he questions him. His will to understand, explain and shed light on the unspeakable equals her obscurity and silence.

L”™Amante Anglaise is only running until Sunday November 22nd, so book your tickets now!

The MET Theatre
1089 N. Oxford Ave.,
Los Angeles, CA 90029

RUNS: until Sunday Nov 22nd, 2009
Thurs, Fri, Sat 8:30 pm
Sunday 7 pm

Tickets are $10.00

For reservations, please call: (323) 960 1052

Online ticketing here

review by Pauline Adamek

A slop-motion snoozefest – The Fantastic Mr Fox

The Fantastic Mr Fox and friends

A strange little movie, The Fantastic Mr Fox is a whimsical slice of cinema that can”™t seem to decide if it is intended to amuse children or adults. Perhaps neither?

This new stop-motion animated film is based on a well-loved picture book by the late Roald Dahl. Dahl was a British-Norwegian novelist, short story and screenwriter, who is perhaps best known for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Its quirky screenwriter and director is Wes Anderson, who brought us the art-house novelties Bottle Rocket, Rushmore, The Royal Tenenbaums, The Life Aquatic and Darjeeling Express. Curiously, each movie the eccentric Mr Anderson produces seems to alienate and further erode his audience base. This current misfire of a creative exercise is unlikely to make him any new friends.

Anderson has received a lot of criticism for his approach with bringing this beloved British classic to the screen. Incongruously, a host of A-list American actors were chosen to voice the main characters of this rural little drama. George Clooney plays the suave and dashing reformed villain Mr Fox (whose trademark whistle is a direct rip-off of Donald Sutherland’s Hawkeye). Meryl Streep plays his long-suffering wife while Willem Dafoe voices the sinister Rat. In fact, almost all of Anderson”™s favorite actors were cast (save Gwyneth Paltrow) including Jason Schwartzman, Bill Murray and Owen Wilson. Anderson himself even voices one of the small characters, Weasel. The only recognizably British voice was that of the great Michael Gambon as the leader of the Farmers, Mr Bean.

The Fantastic Mr Fox

In the story, an urbane Fox renounces his life of thievery and crime and settles down with his wife and child in a marvelous tree house. His home faces the three massive farms of his former nemeses, Farmers Boggis, Bunce and Bean. Inspired by a visiting nephew to execute a daring raid on all three farms, Fox”™s actions bring destruction upon his home, family and friends as the three angry Farmers join forces and resources, intending to rub out their foe for good.

The main criticism leveled at Anderson is his stylistic choices for the animation techniques used and his reportedly hands-off approach with the filming. In a published interview, Henry Selick, who gained acclaim for his exquisite 3-D animated feature Coraline, commented on Anderson”™s progress, saying, “Yeah, he”™s doing stop motion. He”™s directing from Paris through his iPhone, shooting movies of himself as the characters for the animators to work with.”

The Fantastic Mr Fox suffers greatly when compared with the sublime storytelling and complicated visual style achieved by Mr Selick and his team, or virtually any filmmaker working in animation today. The results are on the screen and they cannot be refuted. Anderson”™s use of old-fashioned stop-motion animation is stilted and choppy and his lens choices make the models look like models rather than real creatures brought to life. All you have to do is look at Selick”™s Nightmare Before Xmas and Coraline, Tim Burton”™s The Corpse Bride as well as the marvelous Aardman animation house, who brought us such delights as Wallace and Gromit and Chicken Run. All those titles are stop-motion animation films that transcend the craft. Gumby, Davey and Goliath and now The Fantastic Mr Fox - these perverse films could be called the anti-craft of stop motion, or slop-motion animation.

The overly simplified style and technique of Anderson”™s film pointlessly harks back to the earlier British style of stop-motion animation, such as The Wombles, Paddington Bear and The Wind in the Willows. These films remain classics of their era, but with all the technical advancements available in this century, why try to emulate those dated styles and techniques today?

In addition to the weird dialogue exchanges (Anderson”™s unique stamp is brayingly evident here), the story itself is a let down. Anderson”™s little tale cannot even be called a parable because there is no clear point or message to the story. Basically, a common thief is elevated to outlaw status after he outsmarts the big conglomerate farmers. There”™s nothing radical about a folksy anti-hero storyline, but is this fresh entertainment?

The Fantastic Mr Fox is a curiosity piece that left me scratching my head in puzzlement. Perhaps you will get something out of the experience. Please comment if you do!

Review by Pauline Adamek

Greg Laswell – a heartfelt performance at Hotel Café

Greg Laswell - Covers

Greg Laswell”™s music has a stripped down personal nature that is refreshingly blunt and bravely uninhibited.  On his first album, Through Toledo, Laswell opened up the scrapbook of the difficulties of his divorce to his listeners, and on his follow up, Three Flights from Alto Nido, he sang of the difficulties faced by his friends and family on their particular climbs in life.  His music and melodies were delicious to the ears and the lyrics carried sharp wit and an impressive depth of soul.

It came as no surprise, then, that Laswell”™s performance at the Hotel Café last Sunday had the feel of a living room concert, despite the fact that he was backed on this evening by a full band. On this night, Laswell was performing cuts from his upcoming EP, Covers. As the title implies, the album is comprised entirely of covers of other artists”™ songs.  It was once said that a cover should never be attempted unless a singer can bring something entirely new to a song, while at the same time maintaining the spirit of the original.  Laswell accomplishes this task with impressive effectiveness.  He brings a haunting quality to Kristen Hersh”™s Your Ghost and an almost reverential quality to Kate Bush”™s This Woman”™s Work. Other covers of Mazzy Star, Morphine, and even Echo and the Bunnyman show an impressive range in his taste in music.  One cover not on the album but often performed at Laswell concerts is a sweet and almost nostalgic version of Girls Just Want to Have Fun. He performed this cover last Sunday, as well, and quipped, “Only I could bring such an upbeat, fun loving song like this down to despair.”Â  The line, itself, may sound dire, but Laswell infused a self-knowledge and humor about himself that was refreshing.  He may take a listener through darker places, but he will certainly make you laugh while you”™re at it.

Greg Laswell

Laswell”™s persona in a live context almost de-mystifies every element of the rock star.  Laswell was very talkative between songs, and rather than spout out preconceived one-liners or tired anecdotes, he rambled on in a way that was completely genuine and in the moment.  If you”™re looking for a polished and well-honed rock show that simply duplicates what you hear on the album, look elsewhere.  If you are searching for a down to earth, honest to God person who shoots impulsively from the hip, then Laswell is your guy.

It would be tempting for hard-core indie fans to question Laswell”™s motivation in releasing a covers CD by saying that he wants to capitalize on already known hits to bolster his own popularity, but seeing him live, it is certain that this is not the case.  Laswell is obviously not just a musician but also a music lover, and so listening to him talk with such passion about the songs he covers shows that this is a man who lives for the music, no matter the result.  He seems more than aware of the fact that how his music is received may be entirely out of his hands, but the energy and passion he puts into performing it most certainly is not.

review by Zach Jacobs