LFM Reviews Everybody Has A Plan

By Joe Bendel. You would think paranoia would run deep amongst identical twins. That whole doppelganger possibility is just unnerving. One existentially morose pediatrician does indeed assume his twin’s life under suitably shady circumstances in Ana Piterbarg’s Everybody has a Plan, which opens this Friday in New York.

Frankly, Agustín has no reason to be so miserable. He has a thriving practice in Buenos Aires and an intelligent professional wife. They are on the brink of adopting an infant, but it is safe to say she is far more enthusiastic than he. In fact, he rather precipitously puts the kibosh on their plans, falling into a depressive stupor shortly thereafter. However, relief arrives in the unlikeliest form when his prodigal twin Pedro unexpectedly pays a visit. Terminally ill, the deadbeat brother wants a final favor from Agustín.

Following the grass-is-greener line of reasoning, Agustín takes Pedro’s place in the hardscrabble Tigre Delta, but he did not exactly do his due diligence. Before long, Agustín learns that in addition to beekeeping, he is also now a part-time member of a ruthless gang of kidnappers. Still, it is not all bad. In fact, he quickly develops a relationship with Rosa, the young woman who helps tend his hives.

Viggo Mortensen in "Everyone Has A Plan."

Piterbarg really puts the “slow” in “slow burner.” She drenches the noir-ish morality tale in swampy atmosphere, but her pacing would generously be described as languid. Daniel Fanego provides a genuine sense of menace as the sociopathic ringleader, Adrián, but our anti-hero is far more inclined to rumination than action. Fortunately, brooding and seething are definitely well within Viggo Mortensen’s power zone. He keeps audiences vested and focused, despite the film’s determination to takes its sweet time. However, the question remains, does his morally problematic Agustín qualify as an “evil twin?”

Having lived in Argentina and Venezuela during his early years, co-producer Mortensen is clearly comfortable with the language and setting. PresumablyPiterbarg was aiming for a rustic suspense vibe somewhat in the tradition of Night of the Hunter, but the result is closer to contemporary Latin American art cinema – deeply rooted in its environment, but privileging character and tone above plot and dialogue. Stylish but often maddeningly reserved, Everybody has a Plan is recommended mostly for diehard fans of Mortensen and Argentine cinema when it opens this Friday (3/22) in New York at the Angelika Film Center and the AMC Empire.

LFM GRADE: C+

Posted on March 20th, 2013 at 9:57am.

LFM Reviews Les Coquillettes @ MoMA’s New Directors/New Films 2013

By Joe Bendel. It is like the women’s version of Entourage for the art-house set, except it is way more neurotic and uncomfortable. A director will hit the festival party circuit hard with her man-hungry friends, in hopes of scoring with the leading lights of French cinema and occasionally even watching a movie. The resulting in-jokiness does not travel much better than the high maintenance characters of Sophie Letourneur’s Les Coquillettes (trailer here), which screens during this year’s New Directors/New Films, co-presented by MoMA and the Film Society of Lincoln Center.

Sophie (no last names for the lead actresses’ namesakes) has a film at Locarno, but even she hardly seems interested. Instead, hooking up with Louis Garrel (who barely seems to know of her existence) is her primary concern. Likewise, Camille is preoccupied with the metrosexual Martin, whereas Carole is out to bag any man with a pulse (but preferably a certain uncharacteristically aloof Italian actor). To console themselves, they periodically indulge in a spot of macaroni and cheese (the titular comfort food). Much alcohol is also consumed and ugly scenes are held without advancing the story much beyond that.

Earning credit as good sports, Garrel and the director of Locarno briefly (particularly in the case of the former) appear as themselves, interacting (or not) with Sophie and her entourage. Despite one awkward moment after another, the same people keep getting hammered with them, repeating the nightly cycle of embarrassment. This might be true to life, but it is all quite maddening in Coquillettes.

From "Les Coquillettes."

Of the ensemble, Carole Le Page easily comes off the best, turning some pleasant scenes of Dolce Vita style sexuality. Not that it matters, but Letourneur and cinematographer Antoine Parouty clearly were not playing to anyone’s vanity, apparently setting out to cast the cast (herself included) in as unflattering as light as possible.

Perhaps there are wickedly funny subtleties in Coquillettes lost on those who are not Locarno regulars. It does not ring true for Sundance, though. Sure, there are parties on top of parties in Park City, but everyone talks about the films, almost exclusively, rather than Sex in the City nothingness. Still, it has the virtue of being relatively short, clocking in just shy of seventy-five minutes. Except for viewers jonesing for a French mumblecorish chick flick, Les Cooquillettes can be safely skipped when it screens this coming Monday (3/25) at the Walter Reade and Tuesday (3/26) at MoMA. For something completely different, adventurous viewers might consider checking out the existential absurdity of Emil Christov’s The Color of the Chameleon when it screens tomorrow (3/21) on FSLC’s turf and Saturday (3/23) cross town.

LFM GRADE: D+

Posted on March 20th, 2013 at 9:54am.