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Saturday, February 28, 2009

Pure

UK, 2002. Rated R. 96 minutes.

Cast: Harry Eden, Molly Parker, Kiera Knightley, David Wenham, Geraldine McEwan, Kate Ashfield, Gary Lewis, Karl Johnson, Nitin Ganatra, Marsha Thomason
Writer: Alison Hume
Original Music: Nitin Sawhney
Cinematography: John de Borman
Producer: Howard Burch
Director: Gillies MacKinnon

Pure is another entry in a peculiarly British/Irish film genre—the genre of movies about urchins (usually with incomprehensible accents that US audiences are somehow expected to understand) fighting to hold their impoverished families together. Usually the parents are alcoholics, or otherwise struggling with some demon or other. Usually the child is the wisest person in the film. Usually I can't understand a damn thing he or anyone else says. Why doesn't someone subtitle these things?

This particular film has been sitting on the shelf since 2002, waiting for supporting player Kiera Knightley to become a mega star. Now that she's obliged, Pure gets a U.S. release and you get Knightley's mug all over the movie poster even though her role in the film is not large.

The film opens tenderly, with 10-year Paul (Harry Eden) thoughtfully preparing his ill mother's daily injection and bringing it to her in bed. Except the medicine isn't medicine; it's “gear.” What is gear? From “A Dictionary of English Slang”: Gear. Noun. Illicit drugs. Specifically, smack. The big H. Heroin. So much for the tender moment. Having your child prepare your daily fix is not something you'll find in Dr. Spock. In fairness, the mother Mel (Molly Parker) does appear disturbed by Paul's initiative. On the other hand, she flakes on Paul's birthday. Mel is a junkie and everyone knows it—everyone except Paul.

A father figure is present in the form of Lenny (David Wenham), the ubiquitous local drug dealer who appears to be getting more sex from his clients than money. At the local diner, teenaged Louise (Kiera Knightley) provides another positive influence. In consideration of her second pregnancy, she has cut back on her drug habit—she only smokes the heroin. Louise gives Paul four cigarettes for his birthday.

When a close friend of Mel's overdoses and Paul finds out what a “junkie” is, Paul's happy family arrangement crumbles. Paul confronts his Mum, and Mum promises to give it up. She barricades herself in her room, making Paul swear not to give her a fix no matter how much she begs for it. This is not a good plan. Mel exits the picture temporarily, leaving Paul mostly on his own or spending a lot of time with Louise, who at least shows Paul a good time with bowling and bumper cars.

Where Pure deviates from more typical coming-of-age stories is that it delves where shier films do not. When Paul decides he wants to know how Mum feels, the film follows through. Director Gillies MacKinnon (Hideous Kinky) gives us the shocking sight of a ten-year-old on a heroin high. Eden nails this scene, despite his acting inexperience.

MacKinnon's directorial choices really help here. Rather than exhorting his actors to histrionics, as many addiction dramas will do, he delivers a rather quiet film that tells its story more through its visual elements. The scenes of Paul's escapades with Louise possess a giddy quality that convey the essence of Paul's experience more than his lines or his laughter do.

Not that the acting isn't outstanding all around. It is, and in addition Pure offers a fascinating contrast between acting talent and star quality. Molly Parker is an outstanding actor with a host of perfect accents at her command, able to credibly portray a wide range of characters from radically different walks of life. She has starred in Wonderland (1999), The Center of the World, Waking the Dead, Sunshine, Marion Bridge, and of course, HBO's “Deadwood.” But despite talent and good looks, Parker will never be a star.

Kiera Knightley doesn't have half of Parker's ability. She's overwhelmed in most period roles (boding ill for the new Pride and Prejudice, whose release looms later this year). Her thin frame cut a ridiculous figure as a Celtic warrior maiden in King Arthur. However, she has spunk and grit, as well as a pretty face, which makes up for a lot of shortcomings in this business. She's got undeniable screen presence, too (at least when she's not sharing the screen with Johnny Depp), and shines brightly in Pure. Her performance is punctuated by Louise's comments about the kicking “Baby Beckham” in her stomach, which remind us of Knightley's breakout role. For Knightley fans, Pure will be well worth seeing for this early performance. And for Parker fans, if there any out there, Pure will be well worth seeing, too.
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Friends with Money

USA, 2006. Rated R. 88 minutes.

Cast: Jennifer Aniston, Frances McDormand, Catherine Keener, Joan Cusack, Jason Isaacs, Simon McBurney, Scott Caan, Ty Burrell, Bob Stephenson, Greg Germann, Romy Rosemond, Timm Sharp, Hailey Noelle Johnson
Writer: Nicole Holofcener
Original Music: Rickie Lee Jones, Craig Richey, Deb Talan, Steve Tannen
Cinematography: Terry Stacey
Producer: Anthony Bregman
Director: Nicole Holofcener

Friends with Money is, in the words of Frances McDormand's fashion designer on the verge of a nervous breakdown, a movie about people with people problems. These people are people who could just as easily be any of us—any of us who have lots of money, that is, or whose friends all have lots of money. ‘Cause those people—they definitely have people problems. People without money—they're too busy having other problems to have people problems, or at least the kind of people problems these people have.

The friends with money are three couples: Jane (McDormand) and Aaron (Simon McBurney), whom everyone except Jane believes is gay; screenwriting duo Christine (Catherine Keener) and David (Jason Isaacs), whose efforts to expand their house brings out hidden tensions; and Franny (Joan Cusack) and Matt (Greg Germann), who have even more money than the others.

Olivia is the lone friend without money, and she's also the lone friend without a Significant Other. This makes her the recipient of frequent unsolicited advice and offers to set her up with men. Sympathy may falter a bit at this point, because this Olivia looks exactly like Jennifer Aniston, so obviously being man-free is a choice. And, as we soon discover, being penniless is also a choice. Olivia doesn't have to work in other people's homes as a maid and furtively borrow their vibrators; she could easily return to teaching at a fancy private school and date the students' rich single dads.

That's okay, because writer/director Holofcener (Lovely and Amazing, Walking and Talking) doesn't require your sympathy for Olivia or anyone else. Holofcener has a gift for wonderfully oblivious and in-denial characters, the subtly ridiculous situations that such characters get themselves into, and acerbic dialogue. That's plenty, but you can sympathize a little if you want. After all, these people are human beings. Their problems are recognizable, even though Holofcener has transplanted them into a milieu we may not recognize—the jaded, privileged, superficial world of Los Angeles high society.

It's a light touch Holofcener uses, and her actors are her allies, particularly the women. McDormand always creates memorable, meticulously realized characters. Keener, who has worked in all of Holofcener's previous features—all two of them—specializes in this kind of matter-of-fact, play-it-straight comedy/satire. And Aniston is actually better suited to these indie films than to the glamorous big-star vehicles. Her star wattage doesn't translate to the big screen, as box office results have repeatedly proven, so despite her fame she's actually not bad at smaller, more ordinary characters, like in The Good Girl, Office Space, and here.

There's not much analysis, not much resolution, and not much rumination about What It All Means, but if you saw Lovely and Amazing you know to expect that. Holofcener just offers up a slice of these people's lives, in the hopes that you'll see something you recognize in this exaggerated context, and or at least laugh a bit at their hopelessly distorted perceptions of the world.
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District B13

French language. France, 2005. Rated R. 85 minutes.

Cast: Cyril Raffaelli, David Belle, Tony D'Amario, Bib Naceri (as Larbi Naceri), Dany Verissimo, François Chattot, Nicolas Woirion, Patrick Olivier, Samir Guesmi
Writers: Luc Besson (screenplay & story) and Bibi Naceri (screenplay)
Original Music: Bastinde Donny, Da Octopuss, Damien Rogues
Cinematography: Manuel Teran
Producer: Luc Besson
Director: Pierre Morel

Once a real auteur, or almost, Luc Besson has settled for becoming a second-rate action movie factory who can't be bothered to actually direct any of the formulaic scripts he spews from his printer. The erstwhile director of La Femme Nikita and Leon (aka The Professional) has become the writer/producer of The Transporter and The Transporter 2.

That's not to say Besson isn't sometimes effective. In fact, the more ambitious his films are, the worse they tend to be. The Big Blue—pretty turgid and pretentious. The Fifth Element—even more turgid and not nearly as fun as La Femme Nikita. The Messenger: The Story of Joan of Arc—the Hindenburg was less turgid than this movie. And less miscast as a flying object than Milla Jovovich was as a crusading warrior/saint.When Besson keeps it simple, he can still deliver the goods. Last year, Unleashed was no less ridiculous than The Fifth Element, but thanks to its gritty tone, back-to-basics story elements, and a kick-ass Jet Li, it was a hell of a lot more fun. The same is true of District B13.

It's no mystery what's on offer here. With Transporter and Unleashed cinematographer Pierre Morel directing, District B13 is just a good martial arts action movie propelled by an electronic/hip-hop soundtrack. The story is set in the near future, in which all society's undesirables are quarantined in a walled-off portion of the city, and it involves a girl, a bomb, and an unlikely partnership between a cop and a criminal.

More than that is unnecessary, because what District B13 is really about is jaw-dropping stunts. Taking a page from Ong-Bak (for which Besson was an uncredited executive producer), District B13 avoids harnesses and special effects, and the two stars are as much acrobats as they are martial artists.

Cyril Raffaelli, who plays the cop (Damien), is a circus-trained boxing champion and veteran stuntman. David Belle, who plays the criminal (Leïto), is also a veteran stuntman, and specializes in jumping and climbing. Belle has developed his own martial arts discipline he calls “Parkour,” which focuses on movement. Combining agility with quick reactions, participants aim to move over, under, and around obstacles without altering or interrupting their forward motion. In District B13, he shows it off. You can't believe he's pulling the moves he's pulling, except he is.

Thanks to the two stars and their innovative choreography, District B13 works. Besson's script may be formulaic crap, but he obviously still has an eye for fresh action talent, and an instinct for how to show it off.


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