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Reviews: Drive, Contagion, Mozart's Sister

Ryan Gosling gets himself into a mess with thugs in Drive, one of the years most involving movies.
Ryan Gosling gets himself into a mess with thugs in Drive, one of the years most involving movies.

We drive through a plague, past dear Mozart, and on to pretty Coronado:

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Drive ***

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A tricky, unsettling, often riveting film, shot in a coldly glowing L.A. by Danish director Nicolas Winding Refn. Ryan Gosling, an update on Travis Bickle in <em>Taxi Driver</em>, has magnetic mystery as the lean, terse “hero” who drives hard, can fox-out criminals, and may be a sociopath. His shy interest in the lonely beauty (big-eyed Carey Mulligan) down the hall leads to violent situations, shot with a crisp relish that plays with the rituals of movie sadism. Albert Brooks’s nail-gun sarcasms and sly, smug watchfulness make him a terrific villain. If you don’t expect air-tight plot or a warm payoff, this is one hell of a ride.

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Ryan Gosling, once a Mouseketeer on TV, will never be one of the big, terse dominators (Mitchum, Marvin, Bronson, Eastwood). But his reserve as Driver has simmering power, an aura of neurotic sensitivity with some dark corners.

As Driver, Gosling does movie car stunts but mostly works at a garage. He also drove for a robbery, and he gets into a mess with ruthless thugs because his loner’s heart has gone out to the gentle beauty (Carey Mulligan) who lives down the hall. She has an appealing kid and a husband who returns from prison (Oscar Isaac makes something human of a role stamped “made to exit”).

Mulligan (An Education) must have the most wistful, please-help-me eyes since Sylvia Sidney. With tact and delicacy, the story prepares a romance. Then it veers into hard-noir violence, often superbly staged but quite rough. We fear that something awful could happen to Mulligan and her child in this odd, erratic, unsettling, riveting film.

Danish director Nicolas Winding Refn, with writer Hossein Amini (far away from his work on Henry James’s Wings of the Dove), reaches for the commercial but also artistic realms of Quentin Tarantino, David Lynch, and Paul Thomas Anderson. Refn uses L.A. brilliantly, with a hard glow of precision. And he gets a terrific villain from the comedic wizard Albert Brooks, whose line readings achieve sadistic purity as he opens a man’s veins: “Don’t worry. That’s it. There’s no pain.”

Refn indulges himself, as when topless showgirls freeze like statues during an act of violence, and in a shocking scene in an elevator. He over-uses songs to offset the brooding silences. More good driving and less cruelty might have been a better recipe.

Still, there is highly effective pleasure in the way that Refn explores the familiar L.A. crime genre. He can creep you out, and he shows the unbound, look-what-I-can-do ambition of Stanley Kubrick’s The Killing and John Boorman’s Point Blank. This flawed fascinator is one of the year’s most involving movies.

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Contagion *

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A global plague quickly dispatches Gwyneth Paltrow, but Marion Cotillard and Kate Winslet carry on the fight as noble doctors. Lawrence Fishburne is the solemn voice of humane science, like Dennis Haysbert intoning for Allstate Insurance. Steven Soderbergh directed with brisk, methodical care for the big vista and small details, but this disaster movie could use some of the genre’s kitsch kicks. It withers, and the bright, clinical imagery makes everyone (including Matt Damon, Elliott Gould, Jude Law, John Hawkes) seem like disposable dots in a petri dish.

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We know the global plague in Contagion is vicious, because it starts off by killing Gwyneth Paltrow. This leads to what is not exactly the Vogue money shot of Gwyn’s career, as an autopsy peels back the skin of her skull.

Paltrow is replaced by noble doctors Marion Cotillard and Kate Winslet, as well as mass graves, looted stores, and grim conferences where epidemiologist Laurence Fishburne is the solemn voice of science (he sounds like Dennis Haysbert rumbling for Allstate Insurance on TV). Immune to the new bug, which Paltrow brought back from Hong Kong, is widower Matt Damon. His acting seems to be pro-bono work for a documentary on disease vectors.

Elliott Gould, as the best medical mind, has few lines. Jude Law is an internet-conspiracy freak whose bad teeth symbolize his status as a one-man pandemic of paranoia. The stars might as well be under a microscope. Director Steven Soderbergh moves them like pox dots through cold vistas of medical factories, antiseptic offices, statistical lives sprinkled with family-values moments. After cranking up mild suspense, Soderbergh shrugs it away with a yawn.

Watching Zero Mostel sweat and squeal in the 1950 bubonic plague movie Panic in the Streets was more exciting. Nice, dull Damon seems only vaguely aware that martyred wife Paltrow was cheating on him. He never gets to strut like Charlton Heston, so guilty in Earthquake (1974) about his affair with Genevieve Bujold that he runs off to rescue his shrewish wife Ava Gardner.

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Mozart's Sister **

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Using members of his own family, director René Féret shows us the Mozart family as an exploited traveling act, gathering crumbs from the rich. He also seeks to elevate Wolfgang’s sister Nannerl (Marie Féret) as feminist martyr, her gifts quashed by the father’s preference for genius. A contrived plot involving French royals, and Nannerl’s rather drab composition, fail to rally support for such advocacy. She is bright, sweet, and dull, and interest keeps going to the kid brother, impressive settings, and candle-lit occasions.

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Mozart’s Sister shows how inspiration can (unlike Mozart) fumble, but it is (true to Mozart) a family affair. René Féret wrote and directed; daughter Marie Féret is Wolfgang’s sister Maria Anna, called Nannerl; daughter Lisa Féret plays Louis XV’s daughter, Louise; editing is by Féret’s wife, producer Fabienne.

Shot in the Somme region and Versailles, the film depicts the difficult French sojourn of composer, teacher, and father Léopold Mozart (credible Marc Barbé), devoted wife Anna-Maria (Delphine Chuillot), teen prodigy Nannerl, and budding “Wolfie” (David Moreau, a scamp). It is good with the carriage trips, courtier protocols, composition by candlelight, and crowded nestings en famille in strange, often snobbish places.

Amadeus, Oscar’s Best Picture of 1984, sought to free Wolfgang from his plaster image as a small bust on too many pianos, and this film hauls a progressive agenda by treating Nannerl as a feminist martyr, whose talent her father nurtured only to choke. Leopold understood that Wolfgang was the golden ticket. And he felt, in line with ruling prejudice, that even gifted girls could not fathom counterpoint (he must never have listened to much feminine conversation).

Nannerl’s friendship with pious Princess Louise leads to a musically driven bond at Versailles with the dauphin (royal heir), played by Clovis Fouin as a moody loner with gossamer hints of gayness. Some cross-dressing feels wittily Mozartean, but the royal connection is fake. And Nannerl’s composition (how genuine?) for the dauphin sounds wistfully baroque and, like the script, rather clunky.

Nannerl married rich, lived long, helped build the myth. Here she is a strained 21st-century conceit in elegant 18th-century clothing. A new Isabelle Adjani or Juliette Binoche might have done much with this role. Marie Féret is only uneasy, like an ivory cameo yearning to become a plaster bust.


Village Theater, Coronado

Is a rehabbed theater reborn or just a mummy in new wraps? I’d say that Coronado’s Village Theater has been reborn.

It may be our area’s prettiest movie showcase, though I haven’t seen the new Cinepolis Luxury Cinemas in Del Mar Highlands. The Village has a slicked but lingering aura of the Art Deco landmark that opened in 1947, offering such fare as Bogart and Bacall in The Big Sleep. The site was dark for 11 years, a wreck until rebirth on June 23. I visited the restoration last month.

The Village once had 600 seats. Its main house now has 215, plus two “screening rooms” of 38 seats each. There is the elegantly polished lobby floor of old Terrazzo marble, also etched-glass doors, poster wall boxes, cushy seating, imposing curtains, a swank vending counter, up-to-date restrooms, and in each auditorium cheerfully nostalgic murals by the late Joseph Musil and other artists.

Nostalgia hovers, but not heavily. Nat King Cole singing “Stardust” was a fine welcome as I entered the main hall. It felt spacious, with wide room between rows. I viewed a film in one of the mini-theaters tucked off the aisle that leads to the largest screen, and the beasts of Rise of the Planet of the Apes swung from the Golden Gate Bridge with engulfing power.

Fully digital projection was expertly handled by Jordan Steele, who manages the theater for L.A.-based Vintage Cinemas. Overall, the Village is like the radiant theater paintings of Davis Cone, but it also has a true neighborhood feeling. It is not just another plex-box.

A community labor of love (plus $3 million), the new venue is betting on safe, mainstream programming for the island’s families, tourists, retirees, and Navy personnel. It cannot show classic celluloid and may be too small for festivals. I hope there will be some older films, kids’ shows, senior matinees, even an occasional gamble on the arty-smarty (maybe in league with the Landmark or Reading chains across the bay?).

Joseph Ditler, who helped promote the June launch, is savvy about Coronado and the larger market potential. Such local enthusiasm matters. Inventive outreach could provide the crowning facet of what is already a well-cut jewel.

The Village is located at 820 Orange Avenue.


Newsreel: La Jolla-born film star Cliff Robertson died Saturday, one day after his 88th birthday. He was a gracious man, as I learned upon meeting him two years after 1968’s Charly brought him the actor Oscar. And a brave one: in 1977 he exposed the embezzlement schemes of top Hollywood agent and studio head David Begelman.

My favorite Robertson roles were two Joes and a J.W.: Joe Clay, the alcoholic loved by Piper Laurie in TV’s Days of Wine and Roses (1958); Senator Joe Cantwell, the most ruthless candidate in The Best Man (1964); and as the struggling rodeo rider J.W. in J.W.Coop (1971), which he also directed. It’s curious that his All-American image forged both a politician (Cantwell) based on Richard Nixon and war hero (later Nixon opponent) Jack Kennedy in 1963’s PT 109. See Scott Marks’s Robertson salute on the Reader’s movie blog The Big Screen.


Reviewed in the movie capsules: Bucky Larson: Born to Be a Star, The Hedgehog, and Magic Trip.

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Ryan Gosling gets himself into a mess with thugs in Drive, one of the years most involving movies.
Ryan Gosling gets himself into a mess with thugs in Drive, one of the years most involving movies.

We drive through a plague, past dear Mozart, and on to pretty Coronado:

Movie

Drive ***

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A tricky, unsettling, often riveting film, shot in a coldly glowing L.A. by Danish director Nicolas Winding Refn. Ryan Gosling, an update on Travis Bickle in <em>Taxi Driver</em>, has magnetic mystery as the lean, terse “hero” who drives hard, can fox-out criminals, and may be a sociopath. His shy interest in the lonely beauty (big-eyed Carey Mulligan) down the hall leads to violent situations, shot with a crisp relish that plays with the rituals of movie sadism. Albert Brooks’s nail-gun sarcasms and sly, smug watchfulness make him a terrific villain. If you don’t expect air-tight plot or a warm payoff, this is one hell of a ride.

Find showtimes



Ryan Gosling, once a Mouseketeer on TV, will never be one of the big, terse dominators (Mitchum, Marvin, Bronson, Eastwood). But his reserve as Driver has simmering power, an aura of neurotic sensitivity with some dark corners.

As Driver, Gosling does movie car stunts but mostly works at a garage. He also drove for a robbery, and he gets into a mess with ruthless thugs because his loner’s heart has gone out to the gentle beauty (Carey Mulligan) who lives down the hall. She has an appealing kid and a husband who returns from prison (Oscar Isaac makes something human of a role stamped “made to exit”).

Mulligan (An Education) must have the most wistful, please-help-me eyes since Sylvia Sidney. With tact and delicacy, the story prepares a romance. Then it veers into hard-noir violence, often superbly staged but quite rough. We fear that something awful could happen to Mulligan and her child in this odd, erratic, unsettling, riveting film.

Danish director Nicolas Winding Refn, with writer Hossein Amini (far away from his work on Henry James’s Wings of the Dove), reaches for the commercial but also artistic realms of Quentin Tarantino, David Lynch, and Paul Thomas Anderson. Refn uses L.A. brilliantly, with a hard glow of precision. And he gets a terrific villain from the comedic wizard Albert Brooks, whose line readings achieve sadistic purity as he opens a man’s veins: “Don’t worry. That’s it. There’s no pain.”

Refn indulges himself, as when topless showgirls freeze like statues during an act of violence, and in a shocking scene in an elevator. He over-uses songs to offset the brooding silences. More good driving and less cruelty might have been a better recipe.

Still, there is highly effective pleasure in the way that Refn explores the familiar L.A. crime genre. He can creep you out, and he shows the unbound, look-what-I-can-do ambition of Stanley Kubrick’s The Killing and John Boorman’s Point Blank. This flawed fascinator is one of the year’s most involving movies.

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Contagion *

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A global plague quickly dispatches Gwyneth Paltrow, but Marion Cotillard and Kate Winslet carry on the fight as noble doctors. Lawrence Fishburne is the solemn voice of humane science, like Dennis Haysbert intoning for Allstate Insurance. Steven Soderbergh directed with brisk, methodical care for the big vista and small details, but this disaster movie could use some of the genre’s kitsch kicks. It withers, and the bright, clinical imagery makes everyone (including Matt Damon, Elliott Gould, Jude Law, John Hawkes) seem like disposable dots in a petri dish.

Find showtimes



We know the global plague in Contagion is vicious, because it starts off by killing Gwyneth Paltrow. This leads to what is not exactly the Vogue money shot of Gwyn’s career, as an autopsy peels back the skin of her skull.

Paltrow is replaced by noble doctors Marion Cotillard and Kate Winslet, as well as mass graves, looted stores, and grim conferences where epidemiologist Laurence Fishburne is the solemn voice of science (he sounds like Dennis Haysbert rumbling for Allstate Insurance on TV). Immune to the new bug, which Paltrow brought back from Hong Kong, is widower Matt Damon. His acting seems to be pro-bono work for a documentary on disease vectors.

Elliott Gould, as the best medical mind, has few lines. Jude Law is an internet-conspiracy freak whose bad teeth symbolize his status as a one-man pandemic of paranoia. The stars might as well be under a microscope. Director Steven Soderbergh moves them like pox dots through cold vistas of medical factories, antiseptic offices, statistical lives sprinkled with family-values moments. After cranking up mild suspense, Soderbergh shrugs it away with a yawn.

Watching Zero Mostel sweat and squeal in the 1950 bubonic plague movie Panic in the Streets was more exciting. Nice, dull Damon seems only vaguely aware that martyred wife Paltrow was cheating on him. He never gets to strut like Charlton Heston, so guilty in Earthquake (1974) about his affair with Genevieve Bujold that he runs off to rescue his shrewish wife Ava Gardner.

Movie

Mozart's Sister **

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Using members of his own family, director René Féret shows us the Mozart family as an exploited traveling act, gathering crumbs from the rich. He also seeks to elevate Wolfgang’s sister Nannerl (Marie Féret) as feminist martyr, her gifts quashed by the father’s preference for genius. A contrived plot involving French royals, and Nannerl’s rather drab composition, fail to rally support for such advocacy. She is bright, sweet, and dull, and interest keeps going to the kid brother, impressive settings, and candle-lit occasions.

Find showtimes



Mozart’s Sister shows how inspiration can (unlike Mozart) fumble, but it is (true to Mozart) a family affair. René Féret wrote and directed; daughter Marie Féret is Wolfgang’s sister Maria Anna, called Nannerl; daughter Lisa Féret plays Louis XV’s daughter, Louise; editing is by Féret’s wife, producer Fabienne.

Shot in the Somme region and Versailles, the film depicts the difficult French sojourn of composer, teacher, and father Léopold Mozart (credible Marc Barbé), devoted wife Anna-Maria (Delphine Chuillot), teen prodigy Nannerl, and budding “Wolfie” (David Moreau, a scamp). It is good with the carriage trips, courtier protocols, composition by candlelight, and crowded nestings en famille in strange, often snobbish places.

Amadeus, Oscar’s Best Picture of 1984, sought to free Wolfgang from his plaster image as a small bust on too many pianos, and this film hauls a progressive agenda by treating Nannerl as a feminist martyr, whose talent her father nurtured only to choke. Leopold understood that Wolfgang was the golden ticket. And he felt, in line with ruling prejudice, that even gifted girls could not fathom counterpoint (he must never have listened to much feminine conversation).

Nannerl’s friendship with pious Princess Louise leads to a musically driven bond at Versailles with the dauphin (royal heir), played by Clovis Fouin as a moody loner with gossamer hints of gayness. Some cross-dressing feels wittily Mozartean, but the royal connection is fake. And Nannerl’s composition (how genuine?) for the dauphin sounds wistfully baroque and, like the script, rather clunky.

Nannerl married rich, lived long, helped build the myth. Here she is a strained 21st-century conceit in elegant 18th-century clothing. A new Isabelle Adjani or Juliette Binoche might have done much with this role. Marie Féret is only uneasy, like an ivory cameo yearning to become a plaster bust.


Village Theater, Coronado

Is a rehabbed theater reborn or just a mummy in new wraps? I’d say that Coronado’s Village Theater has been reborn.

It may be our area’s prettiest movie showcase, though I haven’t seen the new Cinepolis Luxury Cinemas in Del Mar Highlands. The Village has a slicked but lingering aura of the Art Deco landmark that opened in 1947, offering such fare as Bogart and Bacall in The Big Sleep. The site was dark for 11 years, a wreck until rebirth on June 23. I visited the restoration last month.

The Village once had 600 seats. Its main house now has 215, plus two “screening rooms” of 38 seats each. There is the elegantly polished lobby floor of old Terrazzo marble, also etched-glass doors, poster wall boxes, cushy seating, imposing curtains, a swank vending counter, up-to-date restrooms, and in each auditorium cheerfully nostalgic murals by the late Joseph Musil and other artists.

Nostalgia hovers, but not heavily. Nat King Cole singing “Stardust” was a fine welcome as I entered the main hall. It felt spacious, with wide room between rows. I viewed a film in one of the mini-theaters tucked off the aisle that leads to the largest screen, and the beasts of Rise of the Planet of the Apes swung from the Golden Gate Bridge with engulfing power.

Fully digital projection was expertly handled by Jordan Steele, who manages the theater for L.A.-based Vintage Cinemas. Overall, the Village is like the radiant theater paintings of Davis Cone, but it also has a true neighborhood feeling. It is not just another plex-box.

A community labor of love (plus $3 million), the new venue is betting on safe, mainstream programming for the island’s families, tourists, retirees, and Navy personnel. It cannot show classic celluloid and may be too small for festivals. I hope there will be some older films, kids’ shows, senior matinees, even an occasional gamble on the arty-smarty (maybe in league with the Landmark or Reading chains across the bay?).

Joseph Ditler, who helped promote the June launch, is savvy about Coronado and the larger market potential. Such local enthusiasm matters. Inventive outreach could provide the crowning facet of what is already a well-cut jewel.

The Village is located at 820 Orange Avenue.


Newsreel: La Jolla-born film star Cliff Robertson died Saturday, one day after his 88th birthday. He was a gracious man, as I learned upon meeting him two years after 1968’s Charly brought him the actor Oscar. And a brave one: in 1977 he exposed the embezzlement schemes of top Hollywood agent and studio head David Begelman.

My favorite Robertson roles were two Joes and a J.W.: Joe Clay, the alcoholic loved by Piper Laurie in TV’s Days of Wine and Roses (1958); Senator Joe Cantwell, the most ruthless candidate in The Best Man (1964); and as the struggling rodeo rider J.W. in J.W.Coop (1971), which he also directed. It’s curious that his All-American image forged both a politician (Cantwell) based on Richard Nixon and war hero (later Nixon opponent) Jack Kennedy in 1963’s PT 109. See Scott Marks’s Robertson salute on the Reader’s movie blog The Big Screen.


Reviewed in the movie capsules: Bucky Larson: Born to Be a Star, The Hedgehog, and Magic Trip.

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