The Best Films of the (Previous) Year

Hey there, cats and kittens. The Oscars are upon us, and while most critics (especially the ones who actually get paid to write reviews--and who live in countries where cinema isn't illegal) already released their top ten lists of the best films of 2013, as you can see, I'm a bit late. Regardless, here are the best films of the (previous) year.

10. The Past (Le Passe)
Not unlike his Oscar-winner from 2011, the Iranian film "A Separation," Asghar Farhadi's French film is a tale of quiet characters, all loudly angry at one another. Berencie Bejo (whom American audiences might recognize from "A Knight's Tale" and "The Artist"), Tahar Rahim (from "A Prophet") and Ali Mosaffa are all fantastic, as is young actress Pauline Burlet. (Have you ever had to tell your mother that you did something awful and feared the reaction and punishment? That should give you just a slight hint of a critical scene between her and Bejo.) Just like in "A Separation," Farhadi has shown us that he is (and I mean this sincerely) the new master of suspense. The suspense featured in his previous film is even more pronounced and prevalent here. Watch the final scene, where not a single note of music exists, and tell me you weren't (forgive me for using such a hackneyed expression) on the edge of your seat.

9. Nebraska
There are many things I think of when I think about Alexander Payne's "Nebraska." I think of how, while it is not as good as his masterpiece from 2002 ("About Schmidt"), it is even more entertaining than his films in between the two ("Sideways" and "The Descendants"). I think of, in particular, the idiosyncrasies of the American Midwest; those who know them will adore this film even more. Payne somehow perfectly captures the realistic surrealism of it all, and how better to do it than in black and white? It gives it a certain timelessness to it, what several critics have called a new take on American Gothic imagery, much like Peter Bagdonovich's "The Last Picture Show." Bruce Dern is fantastic here, practically helpless, yet often cruel when pressed by his son, played by Will Forte, who only several years ago was a "Saturday Night Live" cast member and who now appears to have successfully shifted to dramas. I think of Bob Odenkirk, who will soon be the star of his own show, "Better Call Saul," a spin-off of "Breaking Bad." I think of June Squibb, the actress who is practically a new hit star despite being 84 years old. I think of what Quentin Tarantino described as "Dernsies," "a reason for an excuse to film the shot in the first place." There are many Dernsies in this fine film.

8. 12 Years a Slave
As I wrote in January, "12 Years a Slave" is a movie that features a "total deficit of empathy and compassion." Like many of the films on this list, it is a critical movie, one that challenges its audience members to reconsider how they might have been (implicitly) told to think of race relations during the Antebellum period. Katie Van Syckle of Rolling Stone magazine wrote it better: There have been a handful of movies about slavery, but "a movie that makes movie-goers look, and look again, and then a little more, at the gruesome realities of plantation life--the alcohol-soaked sweat of lecherous masters, the raw skin of seeping lash wounds, the oppressive, inescapable terror of nameless captivity--feels like a first." She quotes Brad Pitt, a producer and supporting actor in the film, as arguing that "it took a Brit" to ask painful questions that Americans were avoiding.

That Brit is Steve McQueen. He has only directed three full-length films. One of them ("Hunger") was a decent and fairly impressive debut, another ("Shame") was overrated. The third is exceptional. All three starred Michael Fassbender in incredible performances. So far, there has been no bad or even subpar acting from this immensely talented individual. I look forward to seeing more of his work, along with the work of the other newer and/or younger performers in the film, like Paul Dano (who was also quite good in "Prisoners"), Benedict Cumberbatch (who was also in "Star Trek Into Darkness," "The Hobbit" and "August: Osage County") and Lupita Nyong'o, who deserves the Oscar for her performance. But I really look forward to seeing the future projects of McQueen and Fassbender, who are perhaps a modern day Scorsese/De Niro team.

7. American Hustle
"American Hustle" features the best cast of the year and compared to a disturbing "12 Years A Slave" and an intense "Gravity," this is the most fun of the Best Picture nominations. This isn't to say that there aren't any problems with this film.  Indeed, there are almost too many. The film's ending is a bit lame, and one scene (I won't say which) is practically ruined with a quick solution that still has left me puzzled. But Russell is one of those rare directors who is able to get perfection from his actors.  This is two-in-a-row from Bradley Cooper, Jennifer Lawrence and Robert De Niro; Amy Adams and Jeremy Renner have never been better. Russell's story-telling style and techniques are clearly borrowed from Scorsese and Quentin Tarantino, but he still creates a story that is uniquely his own, with an Oscar-nominated screenplay along with Eric Warren Singer.

6. This Is the End
"This Is the End" is by far the funniest film of 2013 (with Scorsese--of all people--giving us the second funniest with "The Wolf of Wall Street"). I think I laughed from start to finish. (With all due respect to our cousins across the Atlantic, see this one instead of the disappointing "The World's End.") The actors, among them Seth Rogen, James Franco, and Jonah Hill, and others theorize about the mayhem and apocalypse outside their wealthy home but are interrupted over arguments over who gets the last chocolate bar. The exorcism scene is certainly one of the funniest in recent memory.

   

5. The Hunt (Jagten)
You may recall Mads Mikkelsen's awesome performances in "Casino Royale" and NBC's "Hannibal." Here, he returns to his native Denmark in Thomas Vinterberg's "The Hunt" and he's just as good, or perhaps even better, than in the American and British productions. He has been handsomely rewarded, winning the 2012 Cannes Film Award for Best Actor. "The Hunt" is also Denmark's nominee for Best Foreign Film (and for some bizarre reason will likely lose to the Felliniesque-wannabe film "The Great Beauty" from Italy). In "The Hunt," we are witness to a witch hunt started by children--think of the banality of evil but personified by a young girl. Mikkelsen is Lucas, a respected member of a small community and a worker at a local kindergarten. When he is accused of something terrible, the entire town turns against him. The story relies on Lucas trying to prove he's innocent, but what's really unforgettable about the film is Mikkelsen's performance, particularly the scenes near the conclusion, where he's essentially ungeziefer in this Kafkaesque story. You owe it to yourself to see it simply for the performances.     

4. Lee Daniels' The Butler
Consider this: If "Lee Daniels' The Butler" had been released in November or December, would it be totally ignored by the Oscars?  Hell. No.  But the Oscars have a terribly short memory, and they should be scolded for that. Forest Whitaker and Oprah Winfrey were robbed of nominations, to say the least. This is a movie that, along with "12 Years a Slave" and many others on this list, recognizes the important place of criticality in film. It does so softly, walking a fine line between appreciating the civil rights efforts of American presidents but also openly attacking the segregationist and apartheid policies that many of them supported or at least tolerated. But it's not simply a story about presidential and civil rights history. It's about a hardworking man who struggles to relate to his son. It's an incredible movie that deserves more recognition.

3. Fruitvale Station
I'd be willing to bet that this isn't the first review that observed an obvious similarity between Michael B. Jordan and Denzel Washington. Jordan, as Oscar Grant, gives a terrific performance. In one moment, Jordan effortlessly switches between a focused intensity and a persona that begs for sympathy. Grant's story is a true one, adapted for the screen by director Ryan Coogler in his feature-length film debut. It would usually be appropriate to write here a "spoiler alert," but not this time. For one, the film's opening moments show us what happened to Oscar, caught on cellphone camera. Second, the controversy remains today, as the officer convicted in the case received a punishment of less than a year in jail.  The point is not what happens at the end, but the journey there.

The journey shows us Oscar Grant the human being. He is a father, son, husband, a man struggling to find employment and take care of his problems. It is virtually impossible not to see the similarities between this story and the George Zimmerman trial, especially considering that the verdict was announced the week of the film's premiere. In this film, Grant is not perfect. The character is a womanizer and has been in prison before and sells drugs. But this reminded me not only of the Trayvon Martin story but Spike Lee's defense of his brilliant 1989 "Do the Right Thing." In response to criticism about the so-called racism of the movie, Lee noted that white audiences usually focus on the destruction of the white character's property, ignoring the fact that in the film's climax, a black character has been shot and killed. I would not be surprised if many audience members of "Fruitvale Station" also focus on the flaws of Oscar Grant and his situation, ignoring the fact that he was murdered. It's a film you owe yourself to see and discuss.

2. Side Effects
First of all, I recognize that I'm certainly in the minority here. Steven Sodenbergh's "Side Effects" was released early in the year and barely got any notice; instead, much of the attention went to Sodenbergh's "Behind the Candelabra," the Liberace biographical film starring Michael Douglas and Matt Damon. Out of about 150 top ten lists, "Side Effects" is only on three. But "Side Effects" is a smart, brave, almost mesmerizing thriller. It's a movie that takes aim at the "doctor-as-god" complex of modern medicine but refuses to be its cheerleader. Sodenbergh knows the audience is too smart to simply accept this as a message movie. It's more. It's a Hitchcockian thriller, scary and fun. More importantly, it is thought-provoking, particularly to those who have suffered from chronic illness and pain.


And the best film of the year is...................



1. Wadjda
(Before I begin, let me first make a point that the Academy should be deeply ashamed of itself for not nominating such an incredible movie.)

"Wadjda," from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia of all places, is one of those films that left me excited, even weeks after seeing it. The kind of movie that I want to tell all my family members and friends that they need to see. I truly believe that this movie will be viewed as part of the vehicle that brought change to Saudi Arabia. Having lived here for the past three years, I can tell you that, yes, there is change happening here. It may be painfully slow, and it may be change that happened in Western countries a hundred or more years ago (!), but it is happening. Part of what is most interesting is that part of the change is actually evidenced by the common people, especially women. Consider Manal al-Sherif's forceful call to "rein in the Saudi religious police":

"Last October, a woman in Qassim, considered Saudi Arabia's most conservative region, lashed out at a member of the religious police who demanded that she cover her entire face (she was wearing a veil that left her eyes exposed). "Don't provoke me!" the woman retorted. "Do you think we don't know our own religion? We know our religion, and covered up before you even existed. The veil is not forced upon a woman!" A 42-second video of her response blew up on Saudi social media. Using the hashtag #DontProvoke, people tweeted messages of support, criticizing the officer for berating a modestly dressed woman, and for doing so in front of her children. The public outpouring was a rarity in a country where, when it comes to confrontations between a men and women, it is generally accepted that women are to blame."   

Both the director and star of the film are Saudi women (Haifaa al-Mansour and Waad Mohammed respectfully). Mohammed's performance as Wadjda, a young girl who wants to ride a bike in a country that frowns upon it, to say the least, might remind some of the famous Italian neo-realism film "The Bicycle Thieves." But another comparison is to Keisha Castle-Hughes' performance in "Whale Rider" from 2002. Both feature excellent performances from young woman playing characters willing to push the envelope. I loved every bit of it.

Honorable Mentions: August: Osage County, Saving Mr. Banks, Europa Report, The Hunger Games: Catching Fire, The Wolf of Wall Street, The Angel's Share, Blood Brother, Mud

And now, the Oscars...

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Mitt

On October 3, 2012, the day of Governor Mitt Romney's triumphant defeat of President Barack Obama in the first presidential debate before the election, I wrote a forceful (to the say the least) article on why I thought Obama should be re-elected over Romney. It was mostly an editorial on reasons I thought Obama was more or less effective as our leader--healthcare, economic stimulus, taking out Bin Laden, LGBT issues, etc. were all covered. The article practically skipped any mention of his opponent, save for the final paragraph. Calling him a "weak opponent," I issued the usual charges: Romney is a flip-flopper. Romney is "severely conservative," as he put it. Romney is bad for the country. "It's not his far-right conservatism, his omnipresence of position changes, or the dire state of our economy and standing in the world should he become president that frighten me," I wrote. "It's his character."

Romney, at that time, disgusted me. His 47 percent comment, addressed here in Gregory Whiteley's new documentary about Romney's campaigns for president, was one of the most blood-boiling comments I had heard from a presidential nominee. I regret questioning Romney's character, and one part of the article I also regret is in reference to Romney's car elevators. The revelation, first revealed in a Politico article from May 12, 2012, opened with this: "At Mitt Romney's proposed beach house, the cars will have their own separate elevator." In the documentary "Mitt," we see a behind-the-scenes moment with Romney and his family, who complain about then-Senator (and now Secretary of State) John Kerry criticizing the Romney family's car garages. "That was because of my wife's MS," one of his sons tells Mitt to say, "you A-hole."

A simple Google search did not show results suggesting Mitt Romney had in fact installed the garages for his wife, Ann, due to her multiple sclerosis. But there's no reason not to believe the defense. The point is that if the defense is true, then criticizing assistance for those with disabilities is further evidence that we're living in hyperpartisan times and that we ought to be ashamed of ourselves. And so Whiteley's documentary does not aspire to be combative, like Michael Moore's "Fahrenheit 9/11," or thoroughly thought provoking, like Errol Morris' "The Fog of War." The aim of this movie is simply to show you the behind-the-scenes of both of Romney's campaign, and perhaps for you even to like one of the most unlikable candidates for president in recent memory. In regards to the second goal, it's actually effective.

How lucky Whiteley was when the Romney family approved of the making of a documentary about his first campaign for president back in 2006; surely he could not have imagined that this would in fact be a six year journey, an intimate portrait unlike that of any other candidate in 2008 or 2012. We are reminded of the fascinating race that was 2008; the Democrats, with their history-making candidates, and the Republicans, awkwardly trying to show the country they weren't George W. Bush. At the time, you will recall, the nomination seemed to be Rudy Giuliani's for the taking (Rudy Giuliani?), and John McCain, who initially started as Giuliani's main opponent, kept sinking and sinking and sinking. Romney stood as sort of the most credible conservative alternative, yet conservatives were very suspicious (and rightfully so) of Romney due to his frequent flip-flops. Romney, aware of this perception, tells his advisers and family members that he is the "flipping Mormon." Watch McCain's sucker punch, seen in the documentary, to Romney, mockingly calling him "the candidate of change."

But also consider Romney's response. He tells McCain that the "I know more about foreign policy than you do" argument is flawed. Romney was right. The first presidential debate between McCain and Obama focused on foreign policy, and yet not only did Obama actually beat McCain, but McCain lost the election, largely because of the Iraq War and the economy. The point I'm trying to make is that Romney is seen frequently in this documentary as a very astute candidate. He humbly calls himself a flawed one, one who doesn't really fit the Republican mold, and yet time after time in this film he is right. 

One time he was wrong however, is the actual election night, which is where our film opens. He doesn't have the president's number. Why would he need it? To concede, of course, and yet he hasn't even written a concession speech. Think of previous failed candidates--Mondale, Dukakis, Dole--they all knew, as everyone did, that they were going to lose. Romney, on the other hand, apparently really thought he was going to win, and who can blame him? After all, he probably was listing to the wrong pundits. (Next time he should read the greatest book on presidential elections, "The Keys to the White House.") One particular scene that I enjoyed was the very final one. I won't reveal it, only to say that it answered a question I'm sure many have had about losing presidential nominees: where do they go when they lose? In this scene, Mitt and Ann Romney seem content, about as content as someone can be who lost two consecutive presidential elections. But they're alive, as are the beautiful members of their family. Life goes on. The long day closes. 

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The Best Things Said About the Late, Great Philip Seymour Hoffman

On Sunday, we lost one of our finest actors, Philip Seymour Hoffman. There is no doubt there has been an outpouring of thought on the web about his terrific work and how sad it is that there will no be more of it (other than the completed or almost completed works of his to be released in the future). I could devote an article to my thoughts on his tremendous career, but it would be better instead to include the writings of those who are far better writers than me. Here are some of them:

David Thomson, the New Republic
Philip Seymour Hoffman did not look like an actor. That was the most alarming and promising thing about him, and now that he is dead, aged 46, in his apartment in New York, of an apparent drug overdose, so many things about him fall into place--if it is a story, instead of a helpless tragedy. He was overweight; he was unkempt; he was blond--which is really not common in actors; he had the quality of seeming blurred sometimes, as if there was such turmoil inside him that he had been unable to settle on a fixed appearance, or a simple presentation of self. It's one thing to say that he was a very good actor, or a brilliant, or a genius; it's probably far more important to realize how contemptuous he was of those labels and how thoroughly he lived with their inadequacy. Actors are meant to take care of themselves. That is part of the code of being good-looking, an identifiable type or brand, endlessly castable and bankable. Hoffman had never given the least indication of following that code. For several years, it was a matter of wonder what he might do as he grew older after the astonishing luck or rightness of "Capote," "Syndecdoche, New York," "The Ides of March," or whatever you might think of.

Derek Thompson, the Atlantic
Daniel Day-Lewis, the most decorated male actor of his time, has astonished as America's most famous president and most ruthless fictional oil titan. But he excels at playing  superlatives--at commanding the aristocratic awe of characters who are bigger than life. Day-Lewis playing a game of pick-up basketball in a romantic comedy isn't a movie scene. It's a discarded SNL skit. It's a bad joke. He would never do it, and nobody would ever want to see it. Hoffman was different. He could put himself up and play larger than life, but his specialty was to find the quiet dignity in life-sized characters--losers, outcasts, and human marginalia.

Wael Khairy, robertebert.com
I remember the first film that made me recognize the great actor in Philip Seymour Hoffman. It was his magnificent turn in "25th Hour"; from then on, his career spiraled into that of a legend. In fact, when you look back at his career, you can tell he was bound to reach legendary status. With "Punch Drunk Love", "25th Hour", "Empire Falls", "The Savages", "Capote", "Before the Devil Knows You're Dead", "Charlie Wilson's War", "Doubt", "Synecdoche, New York", and "The Master" all released within a decade, I think it's safe to say he was to the noughties what De Niro, Pacino, and Dustin Hoffman were to the '70s.

Forrest Wickman, Slate
"Twister" was little more than a feature-length excuse for animating CGI tornadoes, and Philip Seymour Hoffman was cast in the relatively thankless role of the radio man. And yet he managed to turn this small supporting role into a character memorable enough that fans have cut highlight reels of just his performance.

Total Film
It might be called "Charlie Wilson's War," but this is Philip Seymour Hoffman's film. He steals it from under the feet of the titular Tom Hanks, with his foul-mouthed CIA agent being the most memorable element of the film. He was Oscar-nominated for it, and rightly so.

His director, Mike Nichols, said of Hoffman, "Last year, he did three films--'The Savages', 'Charlie Wilson's War' and 'Before the Devil Knows You're Dead'--and in each one he was a distinct and entirely different human. It's that humanity that is so striking--when you watch Phil work, his entire constitution seems to change. He may look like Phil, but there's something different in his eyes. And that means he's reconstituted himself from within, willfully rearranging his molecules to become another human being."

A.O. Scott, the New York Times
Lancaster Dodd sacrifices his intelligence on the altar of his ego. Truman Capote risks his integrity and betrays his friends in pursuit of his literary ambitions, his motives a volatile mixture of compassion and morbid curiosity. The schoolteacher in "25th Hour" and the lonely predator in "Happiness" are both indelibly creepy. The frustrated academic of "The Savages" is merely (if also splendidly) misanthropic, and the grumpy theater artist of "Synecdoche, New York" may be merely (if also baroquely) frustrated. The priest of "Doubt" and the would-be criminal of "Before the Devil Knows You're Dead" are potentially much worse.

These are not antiheroes in the cable television, charismatic bad-boy sense of the term. They are, in many cases (and there are more, going all the way back to "The Talented Mr. Ripley" and even the 1992 "Scent of a Woman"), thoroughly awful people: pathetic, repellent, undeserving of sympathy. Mr. Hoffman rescued them from contempt precisely by refusing any easy route to redemption. He did not care if we liked any of these sad specimens. The point was to make us believe them and to recognize in them--in him--a truth about ourselves that we might otherwise have preferred to avoid. He had a rare ability to illuminate the varieties of human ugliness. No one ever did it so beautifully.

Andrew O'Hehir, Salon
For want of a better word, Phil Hoffman was incandescent. Once you'd seen him, even in a small role in a movie destined for oblivion, you never forgot him. In another era he might have been a classic Hollywood character actor, playing villains and sidekicks and cuckolded husbands by the dozen. Scratch that--he might just as well have been a star. If he didn't have the bland, perfect good looks or impressive musculature required of today's romantic leading men, you could say the same about Edward G. Robinson, Humphrey Bogart or Jack Nicholson. It's too early to say these things, of course, but he may well be remembered as long as they are.



Rest in peace...

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Her

"There is no formula for generating love. It cannot be copied."
-Alan Watts

I must first admit that I put that quote there after reading Joel Stein's terrific article in Time about Spike Jonze and his new film "Her." The article--which incidentally tells us that the people whose opinions Jonze values include Woody Allen, Louis CK, and Bob Dylan (and Kanye West and George W. Bush)--describes the Watts connection like this: "[Jonze and I] talk about the philosopher Alan Watts, whose notion that a false belief in permanence--say, trying to be the same person you were the day before--causes pain is a key tenet of the film. It is, of course, an incredibly lonely notion, that we don't even have a yesterday self to relate to." The main character of "Her" is Theodore, played by Joaquin Phoenix, a lonely man going through a painful divorce. He works as a letter writer for people who have difficulty expressing their feelings; he's quite good at it. Theodore is not social but he is incredibly likable, deserving, his dear friend Amy (Amy Adams) says, of great happiness. But happiness he has not. He cannot be the person he was yesterday, happy and in love.

His loneliness cannot be understated. He commands his ipod (or whatever the equivalent is in the future) to play a melancholy song and decides he'd rather not hear it. "Play a different melancholy song," he says. To help him escape such misery, he purchase an operating system, one which comes equipped with a personality, sweet voice, incredible intelligence, and organizing skills. She can go through his hundreds of emails in a second and recommend deleting unnecessary ones; how I wish I had something like this. The OS is named Samantha and is voiced by Scarlett Johansson in one of the year's most least appreciated performances. Too little praise has been sent her way for fulfilling such a difficult role so wonderfully. In the film, she has to demonstrate a character going through doubt, jealousy, lust and love, and do so while not being able to demonstrate it physically. Additionally, as a friend told me, she does not even have some kind of animated character to embody her voice. She has nothing to assist her. Even Hal 9000 had the easy task of providing just a flat, emotionless speech; Johansson as Samantha, not so. Oddly enough, this might be Johansson's best performance. (She was also terrific in this past year's "Don Jon.") Along with "American Hustle" and "Blue Jasmine," this movie features one of the finest group of performances in a movie from 2013. The roles are perfectly cast. Phoenix is exceptional as always. Considering that he has given us an incredibly diverse plate of performances in films like "Gladiator," "Quills," "Signs," "Walk the Line," and "I'm Still Here," I'm sure he didn't hesitate for a second to be in a movie where he reluctantly performs erotic phone sex involving an imaginary dead cat. Compare his performance in "Her" to his performance in "The Master" the year before and no explanation is needed.        

Most viewers will likely relate to the film in one way or another. Loneliness and melancholy are cultural universals, I assume. Phoenix's Theodore is the perfect vessel to embody those emotions. Theodore and Samantha become flirtatious and romantically involved. Not to give too much away (and if you're sensitive to even the slightest hint of a spoiler, then I recommend looking away), but remember that scene in "Taxi Driver," where the camera pans away as Travis is being painfully rejected over a payphone? A slightly similar event happens here, only it involves a bit of romance between Samantha and Theodore. Painful? Not really. Awkward? Probably. Watching on the screen two people making love can be awkward; so, too, is watching a person make love to an inanimate object. The movie is also fairly satirical. There are obvious allegories to the modern-day obsession with technology, and it pokes fun at various things in our society, from foul-mouthed video games to postmodern documentaries (and both appear to be getting far worse in the future).    

I think most viewers' longest lasting memories of "Her" will be its acting, but there are other features that need to be discussed positively. It features the most interesting use of colors in a movie probably since "Dick Tracy." In terms of originality, this is the most creative film of the year. It is also a most thought-provoking one. One cannot help but think about what the point is of an operating system of this kind--to help us humans practice the handling of emotions, or perhaps to keep us company? Can someone really fall in love with something not real, and vice versa? Does Theodore's relationship with Samantha make him one of the lonely people? It's complicated. But thought, visuals, and performances can only take you so far. Unfortunately, half way in, the film starts to lose steam.  The previous films by Jonze--"Being John Malkovich," "Adaptation," "Where the Wild Things Are"--demonstrate that the trajectory of his movies appears to be downward.  The movie, nevertheless, is intriguing and at many times delightful. You ought to see it.  

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12 Years a Slave

To put it simply, "12 Years a Slave" is not an easy film to watch.  More specifically, it is as harrowing a motion picture as ever.  How else can it be put? Disturbing, horrifying, powerful--these are all appropriate adjectives. The point is that the film will essentially leave you speechless. The famous Roger Ebert quote that no good movie is depressing but all bad movies are depressing is not accurate here. This movie is very, very depressing, as depressing as it is exceptional. It is not an easy one to watch, but that's the way it should be.

Is it too violent? To say yes would be an insult not only to realism and history but also those who suffered and died from such terrible situations. Much criticism has been made these days about the level of violence and nudity in movies. That is another discussion for another time. But director Steve McQueen has wisely included a large amount here; not to do so would be unwise. Being stripped naked to show for potential customers is perhaps the most humiliating of acts. It is here that the movie first started to "get to me," which is odd, because by that point, roughly thirty minutes in, the audience has been shown several scenes of torture. But those scenes were expected. I did not expect to see a cruel slave seller played by Paul Giamatti demonstrate a young boy's strength by having him jump repeatedly before the boy is separated from his mother and sister. (Compare Giamatti's performance to that of the sweet driver he plays in "Saving Mr. Banks.") The scene is haunting. So too is the simplicity (aside from the practically Shakespearean dialogue) in a scene where a slave woman played by Alfre Woodard (terrific as always) discusses her strategy to use lust to avoid the whip. That strategy is not so successful for Patsey (Lupita Nyong'o), who becomes the victim of the worst violence imaginable.

Her master and also that of Solom Northup, the story's protagonist played by Chiwetel Ejiofor, is played by Michael Fassbender. I have seen Fassbender in a number of bad films, including the overrated "Shame," which is one of the two previous movies he has done with McQueen. (Fassbender has appeared in all three of McQueen's films; the other is "Hunger" from 2008.) But I have never seen him give a bad performance, and this is by far his best performance yet. From beginning to end, his portrayal is that of terrifying sadism. In a dumber version of the movie, Fassbender's Edwin Epps would be the "evil slave owner," waking his property in the middle of the night to dance, raping his slaves, whipping them until he has lost his energy. 

But Benedict Cumberbatch as William Ford would be the "good slave owner." Solomon describes Ford as a decent man, and there are scenes of actual kindness, like Ford giving Solomon a violin (Solomon was a professional violinist before he was kidnapped and thrown into slavery). But while it's discreet, the movie makes clear that there is no such thing as a good slave owner. Consider the fact that both Epps and Ford gather their slaves into the yard to listen to them read from the Bible. Epps reads a passage about obeying the Lord as one's master.  "That's scripture," he warns. In his book "The Better Angels of Our Nature: Why Violence Has Declined," Steven Pinkner asks if the reader has ever noticed that "Thou shall not own slaves" is not a commandment. Neither is "Thou shall not rape," for that matter. The Bible doesn't condemn slavery; it condones it. And yet, to paraphrase Dan Savage, this is the document we are to heed, but it couldn't even get the simplest moral question correct. There is no such thing as a good slave owner.

This is a tale of a total deficit of empathy and compassion. The other major movies regarding the black American experience this year ("42" and "Lee Daniels' The Butler") are ultimately about success. "12 Years a Slave" is only about failure. It's true that there is a portion not necessarily about success and survival but about living. The primary motivation of Solomon is not to revenge, which he does only once, fighting back against a terribly vicious man played by Paul Dano. Instead, his motivation is to live, as he clearly states. I have not yet mentioned how magnificent Ejiofor is as Solomon Northup. It is one of the very best performances of the year and perhaps the decade. Of the elements of this film, particularly the direction from Steve McQueen, are incredible and worthy of their Oscar nominations.  It is truly one of the best films of the year.
      

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The Wolf of Wall Street

Greed is good. That was the unforgettable line of Oliver Stone's 1987 "Wall Street." Here, a quarter of a century later, Martin Scorsese's tweak of that infamous attitude is that greed is not just good, but really fuckin' good...and it always will be. "The Wolf of Wall Street" features arguably Leonard DiCaprio's best performance yet (and I thought the same thing of DiCaprio in "Django Unchained" the year before). He is one of those rare actors who tries to outdo himself with every performance. His portrayal of Jordan Belfort, along with the other acts of barbarism and absurdity, help make DiCaprio and Scorsese's first collaboration, "Gangs of New York," look tame.

This movie is not for the faint of heart. Remember that rumor that Jack Nicholson would snort cocaine off the rear end of a young woman in Scorsese's "The Departed" but it was left on the cutting room floor? Well, something like that exists in the opening moments of "The Wolf of Wall Street." The viewer will either think this is a small component of a larger picture of arbitrary debauchery, or be so disgusted and turn the film off. But the scenes serve a purpose--if you didn't hate Wall Street already, you will really hate it now.

The film starts with Black Monday in 1987, the year I was born. (I entered this world with the worst stock market crash since 1929, and I graduated in 2009 among the worst stock market crash since 1929.) Belfort, humbled by his experience, has to start back at the bottom. He finds a job pushing penny stocks to schmucks (the postmen, we're told; always the postmen), and they're selling garbage to garbage men. It's at this time that he meets Donnie Azoff. Azoff is played by Jonah Hill, who is quickly emerging as one of the most enjoyable actors to watch. Here, he has never been better; possibly the only performance of the year funnier was the one he gave in "This Is the End." But there is also a terrifying sense of malice to him. His monologue--explaining what he would do to the hypothetical child with disabilities he would hypothetically produce with his wife (who also happens to be his cousin)--is, believe it or not, similar to Joe Pesci's famous "funny how?" diatribe in "Goodfellas." In both cases, the intention of the dialogue is to invoke fear. These are funny wiseguys, but they're also terrifying.

The humor is actually one of the things that's so surprising about "The Wolf of Wall Street." When folks heard that DiCaprio and Scorsese were teaming up for the fifth time, we all thought this would be a gritty drama. Instead, we're treated to a very funny movie, one of the funniest of the year. Here, DiCaprio's performance is that of a risk-loving lunatic with a golden toilet. The funniest scene undoubtedly is the one where both Belfort and Azoff take expired methaqualone (commonly referred to throughout the movie as "ludes"), and the drugs only kick in just as the best laid plans of Wall Street rats go terribly, terribly awry. The plan is to have all their money transported to Swiss bank accounts. Azoff screws up awfully and their pickup man ends up in jail. Belfort rushes to a pay phone to get the news (which includes an unfortunate fact that the FBI has been bugging their phones). Belfort has to drive (while essentially in a catatonic state) back to his mansion to prevent Azoff from using the phones. The trouble is that Azoff has definitely been using the phones; he calls the French banker (Jean Dujardin) to tell him that money will be late, but he's barely able to produce any of those required syllables or syntax. The result is confusion and hysteria. "You ate ze money? What do you mean you ate ze money?"

So to say that DiCaprio and Hill are worthy of Oscar nominations is an understatement. Audiences have seen DiCaprio do humorous scenes before, but they've never seen him this funny, and it's widely known that comedy more often than not is much more challenging than drama. Terrence Winter, who worked with Scorsese on "Boardwalk Empire," certainly deserves to be nominated for his exceptional screenplay. Also providing great performances are Margot Robbie as Belfort's second wife and Rob Reiner as Belfort's father, who may have just as foul a mouth as his son but at least is wiser, more cautious, and more long-term thinking. It is surely hoped that they are rewarded with nominations tomorrow.

"How can it be that it is not a news item when an elderly homeless person dies of exposure, but it is news when the stock market loses two points?"
-Pope Francis, "Evangelii Gaudium"

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New Advice For New English Teachers

What better way to start the new year than by writing an article that has nothing to do with movies? Well, that's what I'll do.

Last year, I wrote a bit of advice for new English teachers. I wrote about how teachers needed to talk less, know their grammar, use technology, and remember the oppressed, among other things.

I've given more thought recently as I reflect on my teaching practice, including my own strengths, my own deficiencies, my own classroom management and rapport. What works, what isn't working, what I can reconsider--things like that. So I figure I'll share some thoughts. Here is some new advice for new English teachers.  

Your students are smart (probably smarter than you are)

No, kids aren't getting dumber. In what's often called the Flynn Effect, scholars have noted that later generations have continually scored higher on IQ tests. Linguists like Steven Pinker have noted that today's students have "extraordinary brainpower" because our education system has shifted from concrete, pre-scientific modes of thinking to one that favors the ability to think in complex hypotheticals. Pinker notes Flynn's story about his father, who was incredibly racist. Flynn asked his father about his reaction if he woke up one morning with black skin. His father scoffed that it was impossible for such a thing to happen. His father not only grew up in a more racist world but also refused to think hypothetically and empathetically.

My point is that the older you are, the closer you are to the education system that favored facts (state capitals, for example) and the younger your students are, the closer they are to an education model that favors critical thinking, reason, empathy, and science.    

Additionally, you are not necessarily more knowledgeable than your students. Paulo Freire, a Brazilian educator and theorist, told a story of how he was in the presence of Chilean farmers, who were humbled and honored to be with an academic of his stature, and they told him so, explaining to him how much smarter he was than they were. Freire knew they were wrong (or better yet, not right), and so to prove his point he asked them to play a game with him. He got to quiz the farmers about his work, and they got to do the same about theirs. It was a tie. Teachers need to remind themselves of the expression that "you're too educated to be smart."

Your students, on the other hand, are not only fluent speakers of their own language but likely know more of the language you are teaching than you know of the language they speak at home. It's not uncommon for children in countries like my former home of the Georgian Republic to speak as many as four languages. Just remind yourself of that every time you become frustrated when your students don't use a continuous tense correctly.

Avoid banking
The major contribution to education from Freire is his criticism of the banking model. In a banking model, according to Freire, a teacher teaches and a student is taught; the teacher is the subject but the students are mere objects. This approach can not only be arrogant but also ineffective.    

Why? Because too often, with a banking approach, the teacher assumes that the students do not possess resources or stories worthwhile in an academic area. Too often, the teacher talk increases too much, and the students, struggling to keep up, lose interest. Basic Teaching 101 says that some students may appreciate a banking approach--in other words, the student is an auditory learner and learns best when he or she hears the information. But some students are visual learners, and need to be shown something. Finally, there's probably the least understood and appreciated student of them all: the kinaesthetic or tactile learner. To this student, the classroom desk is a prison, and that can make you--the teacher--the prison guard.

Games are a good thing
Games are great because they force (or at least highly encourage) participation, far more than our typical "volleyball-style" Socratic questioning. Why is Google Earth so cool? Part of it, of course, is the cinematic quality of zooming in on our planet and finding our street ("That's my house!"). But part of it, according to Stephen Wilmarth, is the participatory nature of it. "By providing APIS (application program interface codes) to anyone who requests them," he writes, "amateurs and professionals alike can combine photos and video and blogs and wikis with stunning Google Earth imagery." Participation is the key, and games will go a long way in helping you with that.

Think games are only for children? My eighteen-year-old students thoroughly enjoy them (though that might say something about their maturity levels). I found success, as well, with adult Czech students. Games teach many things so much more effectively than traditional methods.  Need to practice a difficult grammar structure like the present perfect? The legendary "You have changed..." game covers that (and will likely leave your students in stitches). Body parts with younger children?  Total Physical Response activities (e.g. "Simon Says") are perfect. Need to review for a test?  Jeopardy, of course.

Does this mean everyone likes games? Of course not. There are even some young children who don't like to play games. Playing a game every class certainly sends a message--the wrong message--and just like any other activity up a teacher's sleeve, too much of a good thing is a bad thing. A good general rule is any game that last more than 20 minutes is usually pushing it.

Be critical, and change the world
Whether you're teaching in an ESL or EFL environment, your students are likely from African and Asian nations where tradition, cultural norms, and hierarchy are superior to change, questioning and student-led learning. Your classroom can be the first time they're exposed to a new way of thinking--a critical one that encourages challenging the status quo.

Consider Jane Elliot's famous (or infamous) Brown Eyes/Blue Eyes experiment from 1968. Disgusted and depressed, as most Americans were, at the assassination of Martin Luther King, she decided to try an experiment with her young elementary school (all white students) where they would be segregated; one would be privileged and loved while the other would lack rights and be despised. She segregated her students based on their eye color, then switched the groups. The results were shocking. As you can see, her sweet students were turned into intolerant monsters.

In June, I wrote an article called "The Personification of God." The title is borrowed from Malak Zaalouk's book "The Pedagogy of Empowerment" about community schools in Egypt. The community schools in Egypt embraced problem-solving and conflict resolution, with a classroom that was shared, decentralized and participatory.  Quality education, she argued, was one where the teacher was no longer the personification of God.  She interviewed many students, teachers, and community members,

Repeatedly, the children indicated that they no longer carried out difficult agricultural work. Nor did they have to look after the animals. The adults took over. This was indeed regarded as a promotion in status. Rasha from Manfalur, Asyur, is thirteen and states, "Before going to school, my family did not acknowledge me as a person with rights; they used to ask me to do lots of things at home and around the house. Now they ask nothing of me during school time. They never ask me to absent myself from school. They show me a lot of respect, and I am able to express my opinions freely." Describing her relationship with her family, Faten from Dar al-Salam makes the point more emphatically, "Our relationship has changed. Before I went to school, nobody listening to my opinion. Now I have an opinion that I express, and they listen to me and are convinced by what I say."

You don't have to be God, but you can still change the world as a teacher in ways you never thought possible.  

Finally, every student needs and a champion.

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Love Actually

Perhaps there is no better way to start a movie than with Bill Nighy singing and strutting about to a terrible cover of the sub-par song "Love Is All Around." Here, Nighy is Billy Mack, an aging rock star who likes to poke fun at his manager (Gregory Fisher) and still engage in naughty activities. Nighy is absolutely terrific in the film. His performance of the character makes him seem like he would fit in perfectly with Mick Jagger and David Bowie. Later on, Mack is asked on a radio show about the best intimate partner (to put it mildly) he was ever with. His response: Britney Spears. But then a chuckle. "No," he says, giggling. "She was rubbish." How can one not smile at his performance (and frankly, much of the movie)?  But during the recording session, Mack asks an important question: "This is shit, isn't it?" Indeed, some have asked the same of Love Actually.

I had always planned on writing about Love Actually after reading that it was celebrating its tenth year anniversary this year. But I wasn't expecting there to be such a fierce debate about the movie. There are a variety of passionate opinions about the it, from the Atlantic, NPR, Jezebel, another one from NPR, Mother Jones. As you can see, there is a considerably vocal faction (but not a majority) of critics and audience members who detest the film and there are many who love Love Actually and forever will. So, the tremendously less influential Chris and the Movies has decided to chime in. And so here it is:

We are introduced to a whole host of characters. Emma Thompson is Karen and is married to Harry (Alan Rickman), who soon starts to lust for his new secretary (Heike Makatsch). Karen is a friend of Daniel (Liam Neeson) whose wife lost her battle to cancer and so is now responsible for raising his stepson (Thomas Sangster). There's another story about Jamie (Colin Firth), a writer whose wife cheated on him with his brother, so he moves to France. Rowan Atkinson appears in a role that was originally meant to be a Christmas angel (it will make it a bit easier to understand his character after understanding that). Then there's a wedding--oh, and the Prime Minister (Hugh Grant). Wait, I forget about the sex scene body doubles (Martin Freeman and Joanna Page). As you can see, "Unnecessarily Complicated Actually" or "You Really Don't Need Twenty Stories All Somehow Related to Each Other Actually" could have been suitable titles. You can try and figure out the labyrinth of connections provided by Wikipedia, but I suspect you won't. Why should you? Many of the characters are interesting; their networks are not.

But that is not the major flaw of the film. Instead, its the annoying shift from adorable, sweet, water-in-the-eye inducing material to the inferior drivel. Consider first Hugh Grant's role as David, the Prime Minister of England. This is the fourth time Grant has worked with director Richard Curtis, and here he's as charming as ever. The chemistry between him and his secretary (Martine McCutcheon) is probably the most charming in the film. We even get a sudden dosage of politics when the U.S. President (Billy Bob Thorton) arrives for bilateral talks with the U.K. Thorton's performance is no doubt meant to be a harsh indictment of recent U.S. presidents, a clear hybrid of Bill Clinton's promiscuity and George W. Bush's bullying cowboy approach to foreign policy. But David stands up--he's not going to be anybody's poodle--and he gives a fairly cheesy speech about how great Great Britain is; the corniness nearly marches that of Michael Douglas' speech in The American President. Later in the night, David is offered a time of private (or so he thinks) self-celebration, and busts out doing a dance to "Jump (for My Love)." Again, how can you not smile?

But then consider the story of Daniel and his stepson. Neeson's scene as a grieving husband at his wife's funeral features a perfect moment of acting; with one stare at the ground, he says more than he could in an entire monologue. Indeed, some of the movie's finest moments bring our attention to emotional appeals. The appeal to fear, to jealousy, to embarrassment; emotions of being miserable and of being wronged are all employed here. But the sympathy I felt for Daniel disappeared as his story becomes a bit strange. Are we really to believe that a young boy is suddenly cured of his sadness over his mother's death due to his terrible crush on the school's coolest girl? And did I really watch Liam Neeson pretend to be Leonardo DiCaprio to his stepson's Kate Winslet in Titanic? But Daniel and son are not alone in the weirdness. There's the note card scene--oh, that awful note card scene. How many creepy guys were inspired to do something like that because of this movie? It is likely the worst scene of its kind since John Cusack stood on a car with a boombox.            

If it seems like this review is disorganized, it's because it's a review of a disorganized film. This is certainly a movie that has about three stories too many. They're all cheesily connected somehow ("the first of its kind!" I am inaccurately told by my friends), and it's a bit too much about love. Does every aspect of love need to be covered here? It is too often a sin of modern-day films (and even great old ones like The Red Shoes) to be unable to sustain a film beyond a second act, and that is particularly true with this one. By the end, it tires. There's too much love.

So I hate this movie. Wait, I hate this movie?  Of course not!  It's Love Actually! For all the eye-rolling it inspires, there are just as many really adorable and enjoyable moments here.  It deserves a legacy more than ten years. True, it will be unable to stand in the hall of greats like It's a Wonderful Life, but it at least earns comparisons to The Shop Around the Corner. Its score by Craig Anderson is just about perfect. You may find it too difficult to suspend your disbelief and actually love it, but a little embracing of the absurd will take you a long way. Especially its touching ending, just before the credits. Just about everyone will love that scene. It's the perfect ending to a fine holiday movie.  Even Billy Mack would like it. 

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Wadjda

Haifa al-Monsour's "Wadjda," the first Saudi film to be sent to the Academy Awards for consideration, is an absolutely terrific film. There is quite literally no other film like it. It's filled with terrific performances, like first-time actress Waad Mohammed, who should be considered for an Oscar nomination. She and her fellow young actors put in better performances than most Hollywood adult actors.

Mohammed plays our protagonist, Wadjda. If there is nothing more powerful than an idea whose time has arrived, as Victor Hugo said, then I would add that there is also nothing more powerful than a young child finding her voice and pushing the envelope, particularly when said envelope is Saudi Arabia.  Such is the case with young Wadjda. The film begins with her and her fellow students reciting scripture including a section on patience. They repeat it. If there was ever a land that required copious amounts of such patience, it's the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, and having been a resident here for a little more than two years, I can attest to that.

To give you an example, recently at a train station, I got into a somewhat heated argument with a ticket man because I was wearing shorts and not slacks. Several Saudi women, covered from head to toe in black abayas, watched to my right. I went off to speak with the security guard who smiled, shrugged, and said "mafi mushkala" (no problem) and I was shooed away to the train. It appears that Saudi Arabia has not yet discovered the uniquely human ability to look away at something which offends. Anyway, I waited for the train in anger, until I heard a "hello" several times from my left. There was an adorable young girl in a pink dress, and she smiled when I waved to her.  This girl was willing to smile at something (or someone) quite different, and yet she will likely grow up being taught to be offended at the simplest of things. Girls riding bicycles, perhaps.

This is somewhat the conundrum for young Wadjda. It's obvious from the lectures she receives from her mother and teachers that what she is doing is wrong. So what are the terribly forbidden acts she commits?  Well, for one, she listens to rock (or pop, or something). She sticks up for her mother against a mean driver.  And of course, she really wants a bike. Not only does she want a bike, but she wants to ride it faster than any boy. But she receives no support. "A woman's voice is taboo," according to her teacher. How appropriate it is that Wadjda gets a bit of an epiphany when she sees a bike atop a car, as if it's flying. But there are two obstacles for her in her quest. First, as Saudi Arabia is literally the only country in the world where women are banned from driving, she is prohibited from riding in public. (Recently, the country decreed that it is permissible for women to ride bikes, as long as they wear an abaya while doing so and be accompanied by a male guardian--so how often do you think that's going to happen?) Second, the bike costs about 800 Riyals (about $213).

Wadjda is not afraid to stand up for herself, either. She pokes fun at males, like when she quips to one teenager that even his "money cologne stinks," and to her young friend that she's too cute to be his sister.  (The relationship between them demonstrates a relaxed comfort in showing pre-teen romance in a country that deeply, terribly frowns upon it.) Wadjda almost gets caught in a scandal involving the mutawa, or religious police. (Yes, they seriously exist, and their abhorrent record includes banning hugging, scolding women in public, and even preventing a fire crew from saving girls in a burning school because if they escaped, they wouldn't be covered.) But her main hindrance besides her society is her principal (Ahd Kamel), called "the creature" by two rebellious teenage girls. This woman is fiercely traditionalist and not afraid to show it, running her school with an iron fist. She almost gleefully encourages the ostracizing of some of her sinful students. But while her mother (Reem Abdullah) of course offers Wadjda maternal support, she too is a bit of a purist. She scolds a friend who works at a hospital, one of those rare laissez-faire institutions in the country where men and woman actually talk to each other. Still, the mother-daughter relationship in the movie is heart-warming, and I got a bit choked up at some of the moments between them.

The obvious comparison is to "The Bicycle Thief," but the average moviegoer might be surprised at how entertaining a movie about a young girl obsessing over a bicycle can be. Even the competition for memorizing the Quran is surprisingly tense, without the use of hyperbolic editing or a predictable, manipulative score. You ought to see this film for two reasons: One, you will learn so much about a country that, for better or worse, has been and will continue to be linked to the United States and its allies. Two, it's an incredible film, truly one of the year's best. Its simplicity is matched by its potency, and al-Mansour deserves quite a bit of praise for being able to marry the two. This is one of the great coming-of-age films of our time.    

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The Joy Luck Club

We've been hearing a lot of nostalgia regarding 1993 in film. This year's "12 Years A Slave" is the new "Schindler's List." A.A. Dowd wrote a brilliant article on the visual effects of "Jurassic Park" and the terrible attempts of later films to recreate the visual magic. Perhaps the likely candidacy of Hillary Clinton has reminded some of the documentary "The War Room" about her husband's successful campaign for president, and maybe "Blackfish" reminded you of "Free Willy." We're in between Halloween and Christmas, so of course there's Tim Burton's "The Nightmare Before Christmas." I haven't even mentioned "Groundhog Day," "The Piano," "What's Eating Gilbert Grape," "Tombstone,"  "Mrs. Doubtfire" or "The Fugitive."    

Like the other films, "The Joy Luck Club" is twenty years old this year, and it's as good as or better than some of the ones I mentioned. It's certainly as thought-provoking. I kept thinking about the Hofstede Center's analysis of China's culture. According to the Hofstede Center, China is a society that can be described as masculine--success-oriented and driven--along with acting in the "interests of the group and not necessarily of themselves." Additionally, China is "a society that believes that inequalities amongst people are acceptable." "People should not have aspirations beyond their rank."  Perhaps some of this has changed or is changing, but in 1993 I would guess not so much.  Is the American way so much better? Not necessarily, and you will notice that the U.S. and China share similar numbers in terms of masculinity/femininity, while being so much lower in long-term orientation, implying that American businesses and governments are not pragmatic in their long-term business goals. How shocking. Why is any of this important? Because the characters in Wayne Wang's film deal with these aspects of their cultures. The girls learn to shout in a quiet, traditionalist culture, and it's awesome.

But it's not the provocation of thought that makes "The Joy Luck Club" a great film, but its characters, screenplay, direction, score and other elements that do. At the start of the film, we are introduced to four mothers who meet often for a game of mahjong. After one of their members has passed away, the remaining three invite June, the daughter of the deceased, to play. "So I sat down on the east, where things begin," she tells us, "with my mother's best friends." This is the Joy Luck Club, and its three elderly members are referred to by the younger one as her aunties.  "Their connection with each other had more to do with hope," we are told, "than joy or luck."  The game is sort of a merging of memory; it's here where we begin to see the perspectives of eight women--four young American women and their mothers, immigrants from China.

This is a story of women and their mothers, and so it is as universal a story as possible. Not many things, for example, are as culturally universal as bragging mothers and their competitions for the most talented offspring. Case in point is the first story we are told. Young June (Melanie Chang) is a pianist in training, but she hits a few wrong notes and embarrasses her mother at a recital. A child's worst nightmare--hitting the wrong notes in front of an audience--is only slightly more humiliating than letting her parents down. An argument between the two provokes young June to shout that she wishes she were dead--"like them, the babies you killed in China." From here, we discover along with adult June that her aunties have found those two babies, once thought to be dead but now living in China.  The party which opens our film and we occasionally return to is a going-away party for June, and each of the seven characters gets a turn to tell her own story.

The stories are as equally fascinating as they are diverse. They range from tales of traditional marriage in China to complicated love in America, obedience versus empowerment, and high expectations from Tiger Moms against daughters who yearn for affection. The stories are surprisingly humorous. In one, a young Chinese girl explains to her husband (whom she has never met or even seen) on their wedding day that she prayed so that her husband would not be too old. Upon discovering that he has barely begun puberty, she exclaims that she must have prayed too hard. In another, one of the young ladies is asked by her white partner about her mother's hypothetical reaction to their marriage. Her response: "She'd rather get rectal cancer." The accounts are also rather adult--you might be surprised to see such sexual imagery in watermelon. But they can also be raw at times, with scenes of rape and slight allusions to China's one child policy. They all feature numerous characters, and hardly any is uninteresting.

"The Joy Luck Club" is not exactly the best acted movie in the world. Case in point, Ming-na Wen as June. Wen has an exceptional voice (you may recognize her as the voice of Mulan in the Disney film). But even with the rich material she is given, she doesn't deliver as hoped.  Neither do her three colleagues. The four mothers (Kieu Chinh, Tsai Chin, France Nuyen and Lisa Lu), however, are a joy, as are the child actors. And its screenplay, by Ronald Bass and Amy Tan (the author of the novel), is wonderfully written. I loved its lines, so simple yet so exciting, like one of the mothers telling us that "on that day, I learned to shout"; this is one of the very few movies to really get narration right. It's corny at times, especially towards the end, and its "I see you" moment is only slightly odder than when that line was uttered in "Avatar." Still, this really is a remarkable movie that will likely leave you thinking about for a long time, and surely deserves a spot on any top ten list of 1993.

 

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