Category: Movie Reviews

By Joe Bendel. Dresden was the center of East German research and technology. That did not make it any more fun than the rest of the country. Germany has since unified, but a visiting American scholar finds it still a rather sinister environment in Eron Sheenan’s Errors of the Human Body, which screens round midnights starting this Friday at the IFC Center.

Dr. Geoffrey Burton is known for once having a promising career. Forced out by his university, he has accepted a visiting scholar position at a non-profit German research institute. Fortunately, everyone there seems to speak English, including the British director, Samuel Mead, and Burton’s old flame, Dr. Rebekka Fiedler. They will reconnect, but Burton is not exactly good relationship material these days. He still obsessively calls his ex-wife and grieves over the infant they lost to a rare genetic disorder.

Understandably, Burton’s late son inspired his controversial research. Much to his surprise, it also motivated Fiedler’s recent work begun with her unstable former collaborator, Dr. Jarek Novak. She has had tremendous success regenerating salamanders, but has yet to apply it to anything with fur. However, Burton learns the salamander-looking scientist has secretly helped himself to her research. Gee, could all that sneaking around lead to a risk of infection?

Errors is not a bad dark science fiction cautionary tale. Since it is set in a non-profit, we are spared the clichéd corporate demonization. It is also has an effectively chilly vibe. While the particulars of Dresden’s GDR history do not factor in the narrative, the city is certainly portrayed as a severe, impersonal locale. (Those intrigued by the Dresden’s role in East German techno-industrial history should check out Dolores L. Augustine’s fascinating book Red Prometheus.) The make-up and visual effects are quite presentable by genre standards, but Sheenan’s story is more character and concept driven.

Cult TV veteran Michael Eklund (whose credits include Fringe and Alcatraz) shows a talent for physically and emotionally self-imploding as Burton. In contrast, Karoline Herfurth is almost tragically Teutonic as Fiedler. Fortunately, Tómas Lemarquis dives into Novak’s Faustian scientist villainy with admirable enthusiasm.  It is also amusing to see Rik Mayall (of The Young Ones) pop up as Mead, even if he plays it frustratingly straight.

If you want to see highly educated adults chasing mice around a lab Errors is the film for you. Frankly, the set-up is smarter than one might expect and the kicker has some bite. Recommended for genre fans, Errors of the Human Body begins a run of midnight screenings this Friday (4/19) in New York at the IFC Center.

LFM GRADE: B-

Posted on April 16th, 2013 at 8:23am.

By Joe Bendel. Germain did not become a teacher to coddle teenagers’ self-esteem. He wanted to teach great French literature. That probably sounds nobler than it is in practice. In fact, the after-school tutoring he offers a talented pupil leads to unlikely scandal in François Ozon’s In the House, which opens this Friday in New York.

Germain begins the new academic year with his usual pessimism, but Claude Garcia’s first composition catches him off guard. It displays a voyeuristic fascination and caustic condescension toward his classmate, Rapha Artole, and the lad’s family. It also happens to be well written: B+. Using his natural talent for mathematics, Garcia insinuates himself into the Artole household as Rapha Junior’s trig study partner. After each visit, he writes what he claims are non-fiction accounts of the Artoles, but Germain analyzes as if they are part of a developing story.

It is hard to tell just how much of Garcia’s forays into the Artole house are truth or fiction, because the whole point is to keep the audience guessing. Ozon masterfully adapts Juan Mayorga’s play, toying with truth and reality in nearly every scene, yet keeping the film firmly rooted in its characters and their relationships. At times, it comes across like a comedy in the Annie Hall tradition, but it becomes steadily darker as the psychological gamesmanship intensifies.

Germain is the sort of arrogantly urbane character Fabrice Luchini was born to play. Perfectly exhibiting the cutting wit of a failed novelist, he could be the high-handed French cousin of Fraser Crane. Yet, it is really up to Ernst Umhauer’s Garcia to make it all work. He is convincingly creepy as the young master manipulator, but he also memorably expresses Garcia’s youthful insecurities at key moments.

The brilliant teacher-student tandem is backed-up by a big name French cast, including Emmanuelle Seigner (Mrs. Roman Polanski), playing against type as Rapha’s mother. A desperate housewife of an entirely different sort, she is surprisingly earthy and vulnerable. In contrast, Kristin Scott Thomas elevates the role of Germain’s gallerist wife Jeanne above a mere I-told-you-so commentator with her elegance and sly screen presence. Whenever you see KST on-screen you know you are in for something smart and sophisticated.

Ozon has similar credibility. Frankly, it is remarkable how postmodern In the House is on the page, yet how absorbing it is on the screen. Masterly controlling the mood and thoroughly undercutting one viewer assumption after another, Ozon wraps it all up in a note of near perfection. Very highly recommended for fans of French cinema and KST, In the House opens this Friday (4/19) in New York at the Lincoln Plaza Cinema.

LFM GRADE: A

Posted on April 16th, 2013 at 8:20am.

By Joe Bendel. Like Steven Seagal in Under Siege, Lim Deok-kyu is a cook, not a fighter. He once knew his way around a boxing ring, but those days are over – at least until a hard-charging producer recruits him for a mixed martial arts reality show. Much to his surprise, he will grapple with some old friends in Kang Woo-suk’s Fists of Legend, which is now playing in New York.

Lim’s boxing career ended on a sour note. It was complicated, as we will learn in a series of flashbacks. The middle-aged one-time high school legend tries to be a good single father to his daughter, but he is having trouble making ends meet with his noodle restaurant. Reluctantly, he agrees to appear on Hong Gyu-min’s program pitting notable former school yard brawlers against each other. Of course, Lim starts notching up victories, including an early “W” against his old chum Shin Jae-suk.

The teenaged Lim and Shin ruled over two high schools together with their running mates Lee Sang-hoon and Son Jin-ho. Lim largely dropped out sight, while Shin became a small time gangster. Lee resigned himself to a career as the well-heeled Son’s corporate yes-man, bitterly resenting the constant humiliations. As they often do, events will conspire, forcing Lee onto the show to face Lim. However, the champ quickly sours on his new found fame. Nonetheless, he will be one of the fan favorites for the show’s tournament of champions.

Essentially, Fists combines the sensitive juvenile delinquent drama (like Green Fish for example) with a MMA smackdown. Action director Jung Doo-hong’s fight scenes in both time frames are cinematic and convincingly brutal. Evidently, actor Yu Jun-sang had to be rushed to the emergency room during filming, which is always a promising testimonial for an action film.

Hong Sang-soo admirers will probably be surprised to see the auteur’s regular surrogate in such an action driven role, but Yu clearly gave it his all. As Lee, he is also quite strong on the dramatic end, as well. While Hwang Jung-min navigated plenty of mayhem in New World, his work as Lim is still an impressive shift of gears. He totally nails the world-weary earnestness viewers demand from their Rocky figures. As the Ringo of this Fab Four, Shin could have easily become a caricature, but Yoon Jea-moon invests him with surprising dignity and presence. Of the quartet, only Jung Woong-in’s entitled Son is an underdeveloped stock figure.

The Rocky comparison is hardly accidental. “Eye of the Tiger” is heard throughout the film and audiences are sure to take a strong rooting interest in Lim and his daughter. However, screenwriter Jang Min-seok nimbly sidesteps the big climatic fight cliché, with a smart, almost intimate finale.

Nevertheless, Fists brings more pain than the average wuxia or gangster conflagration. It is not for the overly sensitive, but MMA and boxing fans will feast on its steel cage beatdowns. Recommended for fans of contemporary martial arts films with a hint of media criticism, Fists of Legend is now playing in New York at the AMC Empire.

LFM GRADE: B

Posted on April 16th, 2013 at 8:19am.

By Joe Bendel. The world will soon be destroyed, but annoying hipsters remain eternal, like cockroaches. A small circle of friends (or frienemies) will brunch on vegan stew and saran gas in Todd Berger’s It’s a Disaster, which opens today in New York.

Hamlet might say that the regular couples’ brunch hosted by Emma and Pete Mandrake is a custom “more honored in the breach than the observance.” Nobody really enjoys them, but they feel obligated to attend. Glenn Randolph is about to find out why. He is new to the group, having only dated the romantically luckless Tracy Scott for a few weeks. Before the scrupulously unidentified terrorists or whatever strike, the Mandrakes drop their own bomb, announcing their plans to divorce.

The already tense mood is hardly improved when cable, internet, and wireless service all go on the blink. Eventually, the self-absorbed couples get the inkling something might be amiss, leading to a mad search to find an old fashioned terrestrial radio.

Even though Disaster is essentially a comedic sketch drawn out to feature length, the first two thirds are consistently amusing. Berger wryly skewers his consumerist yuppie couples, walking a fine line in their characterization. They are neither too likable for the audience to be overly concerned about their impending doom, nor so unpleasant we resent spending eighty-eight minutes in their company.

Unfortunately, Disaster craters in the home stretch, mean-spiritedly bludgeoning evangelicals. Satire is only really funny when it is based on a thorough understanding of the subject getting the business. Frankly, it seems like all Berger knows about the Rapture he gleaned from a Left Behind trailer.

Up to a point, David Cross is quite amusing as Randolph and the persistently under-appreciated Julia Stiles displays some nice comic timing as Scott. Rachel Boston and Kevin M. Brennan also show an aptitude for broad, slightly risqué material. America Ferrera and Jeff Grace have plenty of shtick as the perennially engaged Hedy Galili and Shane Owens, but they never look or sound like a convincing couple and generally lack presence on-screen. On the other hand, Erinn Hayes and Blaise Miller are completely believable as the bickering Mandrakes, but Berger largely shortchanges them on zingers.

The unfathomable stress of Armageddon could be a telling crucible to examine human nature in all its extremes and banalities. Yet, like Abel Ferrara’s 4:44 Last Day on Earth, Disaster largely squanders the potential opportunity. There are a fair amount of laughs and some clever gags in the film, but it will leave many viewers will a sour after-taste. Recommended only for full of themselves David Cross fans, It’s a Disaster opens today (4/12) in New York at the Village East and in Brooklyn (naturally) at the Nitehawk Cinema.

LFM GRADE: C+

Posted on April 12th, 2013 at 9:32am.