Settling Down

17_09_14_ntsOnly seven movies open in Toronto this week, and trust me, it’s a relief. Even if I did end up covering six of them …

ABCs of Death 2: The second anthology is as much of a mixed bag as the first, though the strong ones here are really strong.

Before I Go to Sleep: Nicole Kidman plays a woman with memory problems who finds herself questioning her reality. Rad says not to bother, though.

Force Majeure: Swedish director Ruben Östlund goes all Haneke on the nuclear family in this jet-black comedy of bourgeois manners. I heartily approve this event or product.

Horns: Daniel Radcliffe puts a lot of heart into Alexandre Aja’s magic-realist horror fable — though it doesn’t quite justify the two-hour running time.

Maps to the Stars: David Cronenberg’s toothless Hollywood satire wastes a very talented cast. At least Julianne Moore got an award out of it.

Nightcrawler: Dan Gilroy’s effective if narrow-minded tabloid-television thriller is kept humming by a fantastic Jake Gyllenhaal performance. (Riz Ahmed does some nice work on the sidelines, too.)

Young Ones: Michael Shannon, Nicholas Hoult, Kodi Smit-McPhee and Elle Fanning are ideally cast — if underserved — in Jake Paltrow’s near-future Western.

And that is that. Happy Halloween, everybody! Don’t eat any monsters by mistake.

Fully Loaded

cdn.indiewireThis week’s NOW is out, and — well, it’s just jam-packed with stuff, isn’t it? There’s all the election content, of course, but then there’s the overstuffed Movies section.

I take a look at TIFF’s Stanley Kubrick retrospective — tied to the exhibition opening tomorrow inside the Lightbox — and recount my TIFF chats with Nightcrawler‘s Jake Gyllenhaal and Dan GilroyForce Majeure‘s Ruben Östlund and (from 2013) HornsAlexandre Aja. All worth a read, if I do say so myself.

Apologies for the limited blogging this week, but I’ve been feeling a little under the weather. I blame the dodgy appetizers at Mayor Frod’s election-night party, and the fact that I could not stop eating them.

I’ll be better soon, I promise.

A Halloween Offering

HalloweenA few weeks ago, John Hodgman put out a call for movie recommendations for Halloween; his plan was to program a scary film every day for the month of October.

Since people have been asking me for scary movie recommendations, here’s the list I curated for him, in chronological order. Pick a couple. Or try to barrel through all 31 before midnight on the 31st. If nothing else, you’ll have some really esoteric nightmares when you’re done.

1. Cat People (Lewton, 1942)
2. Psycho (Hitchcock, 1960)
3. Peeping Tom (Powell, 1960)
4. The Innocents (Clayton, 1961)
5. The Haunting (Wise, 1963)
6. Repulsion (Polanski, 1965)
7. Rosemary’s Baby (Polanski, 1968)
8. Night of the Living Dead (Romero, 1968)
9. The Exorcist (Friedkin, 1973)
10. Don’t Look Now (Roeg, 1973)
11. The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974)
12. Jaws (Spielberg, 1975)
13. Halloween (Carpenter, 1978)
14. Invasion of the Body Snatchers (Kaufman, 1978)
15. Alien (Scott, 1979)
16. The Evil Dead (Raimi, 1981)
17. The Thing (Carpenter, 1982)
18. The Dead Zone (Cronenberg, 1983)
19. The Fly (Cronenberg, 1986)
20. Cure (Kurosawa, 1997)
21. The Sixth Sense (Shyamalan, 1999)
22. The Blair Witch Project (Myrick/Sanchez, 1999)
23. Pulse/Kairo (Kurosawa, 2001)
24. The Devil’s Backbone (del Toro, 2001)
25. The Ring (Verbinski, 2002)
26. 28 Days Later … (Boyle, 2003)
27. Dawn of the Dead (Snyder, 2004)
28. Let the Right One In (Alfredson, 2008)
29. The Woman in Black (Watkins, 2012)
30. Mama (Muschietti, 2013)
31. Evil Dead (Alvarez, 2013)

Trilogy of Terror (Curtis, 1975)
Ghostwatch (Manning, 1992)

There you go! If you can’t find something worth watching in there, think about something worth rewatching. I’m leaning heavily towards Rosemary’s Baby and Don’t Look Now, myself.

Arts and the Men

esq-schwartzman-xlg-40506378Thirteen movies open in Toronto today, and no fewer than four of them are about creativity, artists and the importance of being true to one’s own vision.

A couple of those are even pretty good.

Birdman Or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance): Yes, that is a stupid and pretentious title. It’s a pretty stupid and pretentious movie, too.

Born to Fly: Elizabeth Streb vs. Gravity: Rad is not captivated by this documentary about the aerial choreographer. I can’t say I’m in any rush to see it myself.

Eternity: The Movie: Susan would have liked a little more substance from Ian Thorpe’s retro ’80s spoof about wannabe popsters in Hollywood. And maybe less hair gel.

The Irish Pub: Yes, I am a sucker for movies that spend enough time in bars that you can see what’s available on cask. This is a movie about nothing else.

John Wick: Keanu Reeves kills a whole bunch of people in this remarkably entertaining action movie, which invites the viewer to enjoy its spectacle, Kill Bill-style, while still delivering a grim revenge story.

Laggies: Lynn Shelton’s latest casts Keira Knightley as a Seattle woman facing a quarter-life crisis, and Sam Rockwell and Chloe Grace-Moretz as the father-daughter pair who give her a place to crash.

Levitated Mass: Michael Heizer said “Hey, let’s make art out of a huge boulder.” And Doug Pray said, “”Hey, let’s make art out of your art.” This is a great little documentary.

Listen Up Philip: Alex Ross Perry follows The Color Wheel with a brilliant, withering dramedy about an egotistical author (Jason Schwartzman, perfectly cast) and his toxic relationships.  You’ll laugh, you’ll feel dirty, you’ll laugh some more.

Mall: Linkin Park frontman Joseph Hahn makes a movie in which the fates of random characters cross during a mall shooting. Susan is not feeling it.

Ouija: Hey, Hasbro’s made four Transformer movies and a Battleship feature; they were bound to get around to this eventually.

A Thousand Times Good Night: Juliette Binoche is a traumatized war photographer trying to cope with the return to normal life; Nikolaj Coster-Waldau is her husband. Rad is unmoved.

Whiplash: A lot of people are going nuts over Damien Chazelle’s Sundance breakout, which pits a talented drummer (Miles Teller) against an authoritarian conductor (J.K. Simmons) in an increasingly ludicrous battle of wills. Well-acted? Absolutely. But almost as bollocks as Birdman, in its way.

White Bird in a Blizzard: Gregg Araki’s melodrama stars Shailene Woodley as a teenager struggling with the disappearance of her mother (Eva Green). It isn’t groundbreaking cinema, but Woodley’s fantastic and Araki does some interesting things with the Sirkian millieu.

Next week there are only eight movies opening. It will feel positively tranquil.

Kids in America

whiYeah, I do too many interviews.

This week’s NOW finds me chatting with Shailene Woodley about her new movie White Bird in a Blizzard and her admiration for its director, Gregg Araki, with whom I have a web Q&A now live.

I also talked to Alex Ross Perry, writer and director of the exceptional Listen Up Philip, and to Lynn Shelton, whose new film Laggies is pretty damn good too.

And while that may seem like a lot of interviewing, I would remind you this covers just three of the 13 films opening in town tomorrow. Because the world is insane.

Consorting with Royalty

princess-kaguyaSo I’m the special guest at the 6:40 pm screening of The Tale of the Princess Kaguya tonight at the Lightbox as the monthly guest of TIFF’s new Critic’s Night program.

It’s quite an honor, really; I’m only the second person to be invited, after Jason Anderson did 20,000 Days on Earth last month. And the movie will be a splendid experience even in spite of my participation, which amounts to an introduction and a post-screening discussion.  It’s a gorgeous visual experience and a deeply emotional allegory for … well, stuff you’ll discover when you come and see the film.

Because you are coming, aren’t you? C’mon.

Back into the Muck

shia-labeouf-furyAfter two weeks of the cool, chilling Gone Girl, audiences chose to embrace the blood and thunder of Fury this weekend.

David Ayer’s ultraviolent WWII actioner opened to a $23.5 million gross, while David Fincher’s couples’ thriller dropped down to second place with $17.8 million.

Guillermo del Toro’s animated fantasy The Book of Life took third with $17 million; Disney’s Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day placed fourth with $12 million and the Nicholas Sparks weeper The Best of Me opened to a disappointing $10.2 million to land in fifth place.

Maybe people are getting tired of the patented Sparks formula. That’d be nice.

Mass Effect

Best-of-Me-trailerYeah, there are far too many movies opening this month. This week is busy, but next week is nuts — trust me, you’ll see. For now, though, let’s just deal with what’s in front of our faces.

The Best of Me: I am contractually exempt from seeing movies where Nicholas Sparks appears in the credit block, so we sent Rad to this latest timeless weeper. He was very brave.

The Book of Life: You know, you hear “Guillermo del Toro’s Day of the Dead movie” and you imagine something else. Instead, it’s an elaborate CG family movie which Rad calls “a magnificent mess”. I’m intrigued — though I’d really like to see the three-hour version.

Felony: The last time I saw Joel Edgerton, he was about to start work on this Australian cop thriller. He also said he was hoping to change the title to something ridiculously evocative, like A Tear on My Pillow.  Looks like that didn’t take.

Fury: David Ayer — writer of Training Day, director of Harsh TimesEnd of Watch and Sabotage – switches from the policier to the WWII tank picture, and still manages to tell the exact same story he always does. That’s some kind of accomplishment.

The Green Prince: Nadav Schirman’s documentary tells the story of Mosab Hassan Yousef, recruited by the Mossad to spy on his Hamas leader father for Israel. Susan has some issues with Schirman’s choices, but gives the film a pass.

The Guest: Adam Wingard and Simon Barrett follow You’re Next with another playful genre exercise, this one built around two terrific performances from Dan Stevens and Maika Monroe. And the release-date shuffle means it’s opening just in time for Halloween, where it belongs.

Rudderless: UPDATE! I completely forgot that William H. Macy’s modest drama was opening today, and that I reviewed it, which seems awfully insulting. But it’s that kind of picture — a small project that radiates decency and compassion without ever really registering harder. It’ll play well on VOD.

St. Vincent: I’m not nearly as high on Theodore Melfi’s dramedy as some, but I will say this: If Bill Murray doesn’t get an Oscar out of it, Harvey Weinstein needs to take a long, hard look at his life choices.

The Tale of the Princess Kaguya: Isao Takahata’s animated adaptation of a Japanese folk tale plays like a delicate epic, if you can imagine such a thing. And it was a pleasure to see the man who made Grave of the Fireflies deliver something that didn’t leave me in pieces afterward.

These Final Hours: A young man and a much younger girl forge an unlikely friendship in the last day of human existence in the Australian answer to Last Night and Seeking a Friend for the End of the World.

Tu Dors Nicole: I’ve never been the biggest fan of Stephane Lafleur’s films, but Rad is dazzled by his latest, which follows two young women through a lazy Quebec summer.

Watchers of the Sky: Edet Belzberg’s documentary examines the attempts to understand genocide as a war crime over the past century; Andy feels it stands with The Act of Killing as both a documentary and a catalyst for social change.

Until next week …

A Late-Arriving Guest

Tguest34562he new issue of NOW finds us finally running my TIFF interview with Dan Stevens — and an attendant web Q&A with filmmakers Adam Wingard and Simon Barrett — now that The Guest is finally opening in Toronto after multiple rescheduled release dates. And hooray for that, because it’s an awful lot of fun.

But wait, there’s more! I also talked to Melissa McCarthy when she came through the festival with St. Vincent; we spent far too much time discussing The Nines, a great weird thing she made with John August and Ryan Reynolds back in 2007. (Which, it turns out, is on Blu-ray! Buy that!)

Oh, and I took a look at the ImagineNATIVE film festival, which gets underway early next week. Could have used a lot more space on that one, but then I say that every week.

My other other gig.