Showing posts with label Harvey Keitel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Harvey Keitel. Show all posts

Saturday, 21 February 2026

Movie Review: Bad Lieutenant (1992)


Genre: Drama  
Director: Abel Ferrara  
Starring: Harvey Keitel  
Running Time: 96 minutes  

Synopsis: The Lieutenant (Harvey Keitel) is a police detective in New York City, addicted to drugs and sports betting, currently placing large bets he cannot afford on the unfolding Mets/Dodgers baseball playoff series. The city is beset by violent crimes, but the Lieutenant exists in a haze, interested only in the baseball score and securing drugs for his next hit. When a nun is shockingly raped in a church, the Lieutenant almost finds a cause to believe in, but salvation will not be easily attained.

What Works Well: This intense character study zooms into the soul of a deeply damaged man as he spirals into the abyss. Harvey Keitel is in every scene, and delivers a performance spiked with painful intensity. No other characters matter, because nothing matters to the jaded Lieutenant except drugs and bets. The sight of crime victims with their heads blown off is an opportunity to illegally seize drugs for his own use. Some scenes have kids in his orbit, but they may as well be strangers, and while the rape of a nun could be a wake up call, the path to redemption is treacherous.

What Does Not Work As Well: This is an emotionally exhausting and grimy experience. The journey to hell retraces some repetitive routes, and scenes exposing the darkest corners of the Lieutenant's soul are quite disturbing.

Key Quote:
The Lieutenant: No one can kill me. I'm blessed. I'm a Catholic.



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Saturday, 18 January 2025

Movie Review: Blue Collar (1978)


Genre: Heist Drama  
Director: Paul Schrader  
Starring: Richard Pryor, Harvey Keitel, Yaphet Kotto  
Running Time: 114 minutes  

Synopsis: In Detroit, car assembly line worker Zeke Brown (Richard Pryor) is experiencing financial hardship and is unhappy with the union leadership's dismissive attitude. His friend and co-worker Jerry (Harvey Keitel) is also struggling to provide for his family, while their colleague Smokey (Yaphet Kotto) has a hefty criminal record. The three disgruntled men plot a seemingly simple heist of the union office safe, but the outcome is not what they expect.

What Works Well: Writer and debut director Paul Schrader taps into working class frustrations and emerges with a forceful story of economic malaise, racial tensions, worker exploitation, and power imbalance. The themes are nurtured organically through the granular experiences of three ordinary men pushed into crime, where they find both less and more than they bargained for. Richard Pryor delivers an energetic career highlight in a mostly dramatic role, and is ably supported by Harvey Keitel and Yaphet Kotto. Assorted supervisors, union reps, and oily bosses represent an entrenched system, and Schrader punctuates the drama with sweaty images of life on the assembly line set to the thumping sound of Jack Nitzsche's Hard Workin' Man

What Does Not Work As Well: Smokey's backstory and personal life are deficient compared to Zeke and Jerry, and their wives are reduced to afterthoughts.

Key Quote:
Smokey (voiceover): They pit the lifers against the new boy and the young against the old. The black against the white. Everything they do is to keep us in our place.



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Sunday, 8 August 2021

Movie Review: Red Dragon (2002)

A serial killer suspense drama, Red Dragon is a fulfilling mix of mortal psychological mind games and dogged detective work.

In 1980, the FBI's Will Graham (Edward Norton) barely escapes with his life when he identifies his mentor and confidant, forensic psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter (Anthony Hopkins), as a cannibalistic serial killer. Lecter is imprisoned for life and Will retires.

Years later, two families are slaughtered in their homes, one month apart. The FBI's Jack Crawford (Harvey Keitel) presses Will back into service to investigate the crime scenes before the killer strikes again. Recognizing the work of a psychologically disturbed killer, Will turns to the incarcerated Lecter for advice, while tabloid reporter Freddy Lounds (Philip Seymour Hoffman) salivates after the next headline.

Meanwhile lab technician Francis Dolarhyde (Ralph Fiennes) is fighting self-hate, insecurities about a minor facial disfigurement, and boiling inner demons. He starts dating work colleague Reba McClane (Emily Watson), who is blind. Dolarhyde and Lecter exchange correspondence, and Will's wife Molly (Mary-Louise Parker) and son are soon placed in danger.

A satisfying prequel to Silence Of The Lambs, Red Dragon is a taut and moody suspense thriller, benefitting from a strong cast, two deranged villains, and an emphasis on patient detective work. Director Brett Ratner adopts a stark and straightforward style, allowing the characters to dominate and confining visual artistry to the background. Ted Tally's script (adopting the 1981 book by Thomas Harris) avoids horror cliches, focusing instead on the painstaking work required to penetrate sick minds.

Despite building excellent momentum, the film does suffer from a few weaknesses. Edward Norton is an unconvincing presence at the centre of the drama, his Will Graham lacking sufficient weight to counter Lecter and Dolarhyde. The massacres of two families and the race to prevent a third atrocity are somehow relegated to a sideshow in the final act, as the danger becomes more personal for Reba and Will but also less broadly threatening. And for all the red dragon artistry and literature references, the damage in Dolarhyde's mind remains superficially abstract.

But working with what he has, Ralph Fiennes as Dolarhyde does open a second front of twisted yet almost pathetic criminality, and Ratner invests in the world of a serial killer struggling to overcome severe inferiorities. His strife is revealed through the enhanced emotional senses of Reba, Emily Watson bringing to life an intriguing character desperate to be treated as a woman rather than a blind person.

Although Hannibal Lecter is sidelined in his cell for most of the film, Anthony Hopkins ensures his malevolence is never far from Will's psyche. Lecter's gift of manipulation knows no bounds, and he uses Will's request for help as an opportunity to plot a remote yet savage revenge. The brilliant cannibal may be incarcerated, but everyone else is just a pawn on his heinous chess board as he orchestrates a fearsome collision between fragility and fury.



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Sunday, 2 February 2020

Movie Review: U-571 (2000)


A World War Two submarine action film, U-571 offers combat thrills in tight quarters but with limited character depth.

With German U-boats dominating the North Atlantic, U-571 sinks an Allied merchant ship but is then itself damaged by depth charges. The US Navy quickly conceives of a ruse to disguise the submarine S-33 as a German rescue vessel, storm the U-571, and seize the Enigma cipher machine and its valuable code books.

Captain Mike Dahlgren (Bill Paxton) commands S-33, with Lieutenant Andrew Tyler (Matthew McConaughey) as his Executive Officer. The respect between the two men is undermined by some tension as Dahlgren does not believe Tyler is yet ready to command his own vessel and make life-or-death decisions in the heat of battle.

Joining them for this mission are Major Matthew Coonan (David Keith) and Lieutenant Michael Hirsch (Jake Weber). The crew members include Chief Gunner's Mate Henry Klough (Harvey Keitel) and Seaman Bill Wentz (Jack Noseworthy), who is half German. In rough seas the U-571 is captured, but enemy action throws the mission into disarray and Tyler finds himself unexpectedly in command and under extreme pressure to salvage a desperate situation.

The Allied attempts to capture and decipher Enigma resulted in many heroic missions, most of them completed by British naval forces. Here Hollywood takes over with a crass Americanization of history, the US Navy crew and commanders of S-33 portrayed as instrumental in the intelligence gathering war.

Setting aside the snub, U-571 is a decent thriller within the typical limitations of a De Laurentiis production. Any half-hearted interest in people starts and ends in the first 10 minutes with Tyler's nose bent out of shape as a result of not receiving the commission he was hoping for. Once the S-33 mission gets underway the movie is all about hardware, torpedoes, depth charges and the typical thrills, spills, leaks, explosions, solar pings and stealthy combat expected from the submarine warfare sub-genre.

Director Jonathan Mostow co-wrote the screenplay (with David Ayer and Sam Montgomery), and delivers a taut if always-slightly-implausible two hours. The special effects and claustrophobic submarine cinematography convey the tension of enemy confrontations on the surface and underwater. The surprises arrive on cue, a few good men die, and heroics combine with out-of-the-box thinking as crews and machines are pushed to the limit, men sweating outwards in direct proportion to submarines leaking inwards.

The German submarine crew do receive several sequences at the center of the action and speak their own language, but are otherwise strictly confined to heartless enemy characterizations. Matthew McConaughey wears a grim and stony faced expression throughout, and the supporting cast members dutifully follow suit, including rock star Jon Bon Jovi stumbling into an acting gig.

U-571 reimagines history and celebrates machines more than people, but does it all with an admirably straight face.






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Saturday, 2 February 2019

Movie Review: Youth (2015)


A low-key drama reflecting on life, Youth toys with many deep themes but never quite commits.

Fred Ballinger (Michael Caine) is a retired classical music composer and orchestra conductor, vacationing at an exclusive Swiss spa with longtime friend Mick Boyle (Harvey Keitel), a film writer and director. Fred's daughter Lena (Rachel Weisz) arranged the spa vacation and is in a serious relationship with Mick's son. Fred is content to focus on quiet relaxation and otherwise do nothing, and rebuffs attempts by the Queen's representative to perform at a royal celebration. Mick still hopes to write and direct a film with his frequent collaborator actress Brenda Morel (Jane Fonda).

Other guests at the spa include actor Jimmy Tree (Paul Dano), who is resentful the public knows him only for his most frivolous role, an exceptionally overweight former star footballer, and a beauty queen. As the vacation progresses Fred expresses his sorrow at the loss of his wife, Lena freely admits her disappointment in her father before encountering a shock of her own, and Mick struggles to finish his screenplay before coming to terms with the status of his career.

Set almost entirely within a lavish upscale resort nestled in the scenic alps, Youth is full of rich visuals and piercing artistry. Director and writer Paolo Sorrentino is as interested in capturing stunning images as he is in recounting a story, and the film is frequently punctuated by exquisitely rendered tableaux featuring people and places almost suspended in time. Many of the creative shots focus on tertiary characters and have little to do with the main characters.

As for the content, Youth is more about commentary and exposition than traditional plot points. Life-long friendship, tension between father and daughter, recognizing the essence of retirement, and reflecting on life's achievements, losses and regrets are the prominent themes. The threads are only loosely tied together, and Sorrentino is happy to vaguely wave at the glistening recollection of youth from the opposite end of life's journey as a unifying concept.

With both Fred and Mick at the twilight of life, there is precious little space for characters arcs, and so the film settles for soulful backward glances. Eschewing flashbacks, Sorrentino relies on his cast to convey the past through the words and actions of the present. Michael Caine is more comfortable with a soulful role celebrating the great compositions and performances in Fred's memory. Harvey Keitel is required to stray just a bit too far from his traditional level of comfort in hardened roles.

Despite light touches of humour acting as a spice, the abundant creative imagery prolongs the running time to over two hours, and Youth inevitably suffers from slow pacing. The eclectic guests overstay their welcome, but they look good doing it.






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Saturday, 12 January 2019

Movie Review: Wise Guys (1986)


A witless comedy, Wise Guys fails to find humour in the story of two bumbling low-level mob operatives.

In New Jersey, Harry Valentini (Danny DeVito) and his sidekick and neighbour Moe Dickstein (Joe Piscopo) are non-violent and none-too-bright members of the crew run by mobster Anthony Castelo (Dan Hedaya). The gruff Frank "Fixer" Acavano (Lou Albano) gives the pair menial daily assignments. When Harry and Moe manage to botch a horse racing bet and lose a bundle of Castelo's money, the pair get into a heap of trouble.

Harry and Moe steal Acavano's Cadillac and make their escape to Atlantic City, where Harry hopes his connected Uncle Mike will help. But instead they tangle with casino owner Bobby DiLea (Harvey Keitel), who has an agenda of his own.

A lightweight and inconsequential comedy, Wide Guys threatens to drift off at the mere hint of a puff. In one of his least inspired outings, director Brian De Palma constructs a breathlessly unfunny premise riding solely on the antics of dimwits and idiots. A couple of chuckles just about escape from the dross, but otherwise this is a distressingly poor effort.

Danny DeVito tries to compensate with a frantic over-acting fast-talking performance, all to no avail. Joe Piscopo is all wide-eyed vibratory expressions and nothing else. The rest of the cast hide behind stock characterizations, and late on Harvey Keitel mails in one of his  blandest characters, raising doubt as to whether he even cared enough to read the script.

Wise Guys celebrates a special kind of stupid. The sloppy script offers gems such as Harry and Moe destroying Fixer's Cadillac while driving it at highway speeds, prematurely celebrating a race win when the horses are barely out of the gate, and leaving a massive credit card trail when theoretically on the run.

The one small mercy is the compact running time of 100 minutes. The short length cannot disguise Wise Guys as hopelessly short of talent and desperately short of inspiration.






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Wednesday, 10 August 2016

Movie Review: Reservoir Dogs (1992)


A violent crime drama, Reservoir Dogs introduced Quentin Tarantino to the world and unleashed stunning levels of profanity and violence in a tight independent production.

After a seriously botched off-screen jewelry store hold-up that ended in a wild shoot-out with police, a group of gang members who only know each other by pseudonyms convene at a warehouse to regroup and recriminate. Mr. Orange (Tim Roth) has been shot in the stomach and is slowly bleeding to death. The veteran Mr. White (Harvey Keitel) feels responsible for Orange taking a bullet during the getaway. The excitable Mr. Pink (Steve Buscemi) is unhurt, having shot his way out of the chaos and then stashed the prized jewels at an unknown location. Pink is sure that an informant double crossed the group.

The cool and detached Mr. Blonde (Michael Madsen) is blamed for starting all the shooting, and White labels him a psychopath. In the melee Blonde has also managed to abduct a police officer (Marvin Nash), who may hold information about the double cross. The group was brought together by crime lord Joe Cabot (Lawrence Tierney) and his sidekick son "Nice Guy" Eddie (Chris Penn). Now Joe and Eddie need to clean up the mess and figure out what went wrong. With emotions running high among the group of armed strangers, sorting out who is responsible for what will not be easy.

Tarantino's directorial debut is a stunning crime film, filled with sharp dialogue, intriguing characters, and a story that gradually reveals itself through clever use of flashbacks. The central heist that causes the carnage is never seen, as Tarantino prefers to make his 100 minute compact film about people rather than events. The gang members are all strangers to each other, and the film is as much about a bunch of criminals getting to know each other and not liking what they uncover, as it is about the audience enjoying the experience.

The film is mostly set at the one warehouse, and stylistically Reservoir Dogs resembles a stage play on steroids. Most of the action is through intense, threatening dialogue exchanges, with guns being drawn and bullets flying at strategically timed intervals. There are numerous highlights, including several red mist Mexican standoffs, not all of which successfully de-escalate. Tarantino's staging and choice of perspective is often audacious, never more than when a character is shot and falls to ground long seconds later, after the camera has seemingly lost interest only to catch a crucial glimpse.

Oozing Blues Brothers-type cool in black suits, thin neckties and old-fashioned shades, the cast have a blast. The performances are excellent, with Harvey Keitel, Tim Roth and Michael Madsen particularly impressing. Keitel brings surprisingly prominent principles to Mr. White and Roth delivers most of his role from the ground and flat on his back. Madsen is a vision of understated insanity, a man so far on the edge he alienates hardened criminals.

The violence and profanity are legendary. The thugs basically converse through streams of expletives and insults interspersed with a just the few non-profane words. Appropriately, Reservoir Dogs is male-only territory, and the film features no talking parts for any women.When it comes to blood and gore Tarantino also does not hold back, with messy bullet wounds and large puddles of blood literally painting parts of the set a bright red. But the peak of depravity is a torture scene not for the faint of heart, as Mr. Blonde reveals his inner derangement dancing to radio tunes while administering some impromptu butchery.

At this reservoir, the dogs bark, bite, bleed and back stab, and all are off leash.






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Monday, 16 May 2016

Movie Review: Bugsy (1991)


An uneven biography of Ben "Bugsy" Siegel's later years, Bugsy tries to turn a mobster into a visionary and a lover, and succeeds only in patches.

It's the early 1940s, and charismatic criminal Bugsy Siegel (Warren Beatty) is dispatched by his gang to open new territories in California. Despite advice from his lifelong crime partner Meyer Lansky (Ben Kingsley) to adopt a slow and low-key approach, Siegel wastes no time in flashing his money around Los Angeles and taking control of the local extortion rackets, including recruiting his main rival Mickey Cohen (Harvey Keitel) as his chief lieutenant.

Through his connection with childhood friend George (a reference to actor George Raft, portrayed by Joe Mantegna), Bugsy also falls in love with the Hollywood scene. He is immediately infatuated with starlet Virginia Hill (Annette Bening), who has a long history of association with gangsters and assorted semi-celebrities. She initially plays hard to get but eventually they become a couple, despite Siegel being married to Esta (Wendy Phillips).

Bugsy then divides his time between managing a criminal empire, sometimes with extreme brutality, and juggling domestic duties with one wife, two kids and one lover. He eventually turns his attention to the Nevada desert, where he imagines the possibility of opening a resort offering gambling, sex and luxury accommodation. But the Flamingo resort proves to be easy to envision but difficult to build, straining all of Bugsy's relationships.

That the movie is called Bugsy while the main character seethes in anger against any use of that nickname is a hint of the problems that nibble away at the film's intentions. Directed by Barry Levinson and written by James Toback, Bugsy was a long-term Warren Beatty project, who saw an intriguing subject matter in the cold blooded killer who got involved in the early business of building Las Vegas. He is a dreamer seeking love to fill the void in his soul caused by wanton violence; he is also a goofy family man, a fast talker, and a bad businessman with no sense for money. Unfortunately Levinson and Toback get lost in the puzzle of a complex man, and the film never latches onto a worthwhile arc.

Trying too hard to soften the man's edges, the film ignores Bugsy's formative years as a cold-blooded hitman. Beatty's magnetism instead shifts the focus to creating a likeable guy who falls hard for an alluring woman and then pursues an enigmatic vision. The romance elements occupy the centre of the film and take far too long, with occasional jarring interruptions for scenes demonstrating Siegel's propensity for extreme anger. In pursuit of a fiction better than fact, compared to the real story the film overplays Bugsy's role in initiating the Flamingo project.

Beatty and Bening became a real-life couple soon after the film's release, and they do share unquestionable on-screen chemistry. Harvey Keitel and Ben Kingsley are serviceable but offer little beyond typical grim gangster traits. Elliott Gould has a couple of pivotal scenes as a none-too-bright Siegel associate who evolves from dimwit to a real problem.

Ennio Morricone contributes one of his least memorable scores, the emphasis on romance undermining any attempts to build rousing music worthy of a grand criminal enterprise. The film does look magnificent, with rich colours and lavish wardrobes capturing the glamour of Los Angeles at the height of the studio era.

Bugsy is a glossy but episodic effort, often stumbling over itself as it oscillates wildly between the red mist of bloodthirsty outrage and the soft glow of cutesy romance.






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Thursday, 17 December 2015

Movie Review: Cop Land (1997)


A police corruption drama, Cop Land builds from a simmer to a boil, driven by the riveting story of a community of cops living under the shadow of malfeasance, and brought to life by a superlative cast.

The small town of Garrison, New Jersey, located just across the Hudson River from New York City, is a hamlet almost singularly occupied by New York cops. Rumours suggest that Lt. Ray Donlan (Harvey Keitel) brokered a deal with the mob to secure low-interest mortgages for police officers, creating a safe community for officers to raise their families, in return for turning a blind eye to the mob's ties with high-level New York politicians. Garrison's local sheriff Freddy Heflin (Sylvester Stallone) is a lumbering, overweight man, happy to let Ray and his men dominate the town.

Garrison's cozy arrangement is threatened when Officer Murray "Superboy" Babitch (Michael Rapaport), Ray's nephew, tangles with a group of thugs, resulting in a car full of unarmed dead bodies on the George Washington Bridge. Ray stages Superboy's fake suicide to avoid the heat of an investigation. But the case anyway attracts the attention of internal affairs officer Lt. Moe Tilden (Robert De Niro), who has been investigating Ray's connections to organized crime for a long time. Moe tries to spur Freddy into doing his job, while undercover officer Gary Figgis (Ray Liotta) grows tired of Ray's conniving. When Superboy slips away from Ray's control and threatens to expose the hoax of his suicide, an awkward situation turns decidedly dangerous for the town of Garrison.

Written and directed by James Mangold, Cop Land is a dense, sweaty and irresistible drama. The premise of a town full of cops living on the edge of corruption and under the disinterested watch of a damaged sheriff presents a new twist on High Noon: in Garrison, all the bad guys have already arrived and settled in for the long haul. It's the wait for the emergence of the unlikely hero that causes all the tension.

Mangold's main achievement is in avoiding bloat. In a movie filled with a large number of entangled characters, complex motivations and opaque personal connections, Mangold delivers Cop Land in an efficient 104 minutes. Every scene counts and runs for just the right length. The film starts with the carnage on the bridge, and the character introductions run in parallel with the eruption of the Superboy crisis, the film demanding an immediate level of high concentration that never flags.

The fragile subtexts that tie a community together are revealed with care to create a rich tapestry of moral conflicts. As a young man Freddy lost his hearing while saving the unattainable Liz (Annabella Sciorra) from drowning. His career prospects destroyed, she completes his misery by marrying sleazeball cop Joey (Peter Berg). With Liz now preoccupied caring for young children, Joey is carrying on an affair with Ray's wife Rose (Cathy Moriarty), an indiscretion which ironically places Freddy and Ray on the same side of hating Joey.

Meanwhile, undercover specialist Figgis previously lost his partner in a jailhouse death arranged by Ray to cover up the ring of corruption, causing a lingering rift between Figgis and Ray that will only get wider as the Superboy investigation places Ray's cozy mob connections in peril.

Harvey Keitel as the psychologically tyrannical Ray and Sylvester Stallone as the meek and submissive Freddy deliver some of the best work of their respective careers. Keitel finally gets a meaty starring role and attacks it with understated venom. Stallone lumbers around town in a state of surrender, overweight, unintentionally deaf in one ear but very intentionally blind to what is going on around him until De Niro's Moe Tilden nudges him towards an awakening. Ray Liotta and Robert Patrick as one of Ray's loyalists deliver cop portrayals full of on-the-edge intensity. The remarkably deep cast also includes Noah Emmerich and Janeane Garofalo as Freddy's deputy sheriffs.

In Cop Land the thin lines between right and wrong have long since been erased. All that matters is loyalty to a badge, a concept that Ray has used to his advantage to create and rule over a fiefdom. It's the same concept that Freddy will need to come to terms with if he is ever to truly discover his potential as an enforcement officer.






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Thursday, 29 October 2015

Movie Review: Rising Sun (1993)


A disorganized murder thriller, Rising Sun attempts to inject cross-cultural corporate commentary into the story of a sordid death that occurs during a boardroom sex session. The result is a high quality but rather convoluted mess.

In Los Angeles, a large Japanese corporation is negotiating the takeover of a US tech company. The deal has political ramifications and Senator John Morton (Ray Wise) comes out strongly in opposition. During a lavish corporate reception hosted by the Japanese, escort girl Cheryl Austin (Tatjana Patitz) ends us dead after having kinky sex with an unidentified man on the boardroom table. Cheryl was the girlfriend-of-sorts of Eddie Sakamura (Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa), the son of one of the senior Japanese tycoons involved in the negotiations.

Lieutenant Web Smith (Wesley Snipes), a police liaison for foreign dignitaries, and Captain John Connor (Sean Connery), an expert in Japanese culture, are called in to help Lieutenant Tom Graham (Harvey Keitel) investigate the death. Web and John soon obtain a surveillance disc recording of Cheryl's death, and the visual evidence appears to implicate Eddie. But John senses a greater conspiracy, and recruits tech geek Jingo Asakuma (Tia Carrere) to prove that the disc has been altered. Eddie anyway finds himself on the run, while John and Web uncover a dense plot involving an internal power struggle and an attempt to influence the high-stakes negotiations.

An adaptation of the Michael Crichton book directed by Philip Kaufman, Rising Sun looks good and features watchable stars delivering smooth performances. Sean Connery as a detective who marches to his own drum with a deep appreciation for all things Japanese immediately elevates the proceedings, while Wesley Snipes, Harvey Keitel and Tia Carrere are never less than dependable. Plenty of rain and a glistening nighttime Los Angeles add an attractive aesthetic.

But as a plot, the film unravel rather quickly, and thanks to a flabby script it loses focus with remarkable ease. A lot of what may have worked as a book does not connect on the screen, and Kaufman is never able to find a human hook to any of the sprawling plot elements. Overlong at 125 minutes, the film starts turning in circles and as more of the conspiracy is revealed, less of it makes sense. Entire sub-plots are unnecessarily introduced and abandoned, including Steve Buscemi showing up late as a reporter delving into Web's past, and disappearing just as abruptly. By the end, minor characters come to the fore with no explanation, most of the loose threads are left dangling, a few Yakuza types show up to settle scores, and everyone goes back to work.

There are a few most unconvincing attempts to give Web a family life, while very little is known about John Connor. Kaufman inserts plenty of dialogue about the differences between Japanese and US culture, often intercut with scenes of misery on LA streets. While there is thoughtful material about the various forms of racism and observations on east meeting west, it's only the Americans who provide commentary. In a film purportedly about two cultures, all the Japanese remain poorly defined as stock characters.

Part buddy movie, part us-versus-them, part murder mystery laced with titillating sex, part corporate intrigue, and part Yakuza action thriller, Rising Sun throws everything at the well. Some of it sticks, but not much of it rises.






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Sunday, 12 July 2015

Movie Reviews: Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore (1974)


A single-mom drama directed by Martin Scorsese, Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore earned Ellen Burstyn a Best Actress Academy Award. The film is a compelling if uneven look at a determined woman tackling life below the poverty line.

In New Mexico, Alice (Burstyn) has to deal with her difficult husband Donald, a delivery driver. Their preteen son Tommy (Alfred Lutter) cannot stand Donald and shows him no respect. But as bad as things are, life gets worse when Donald dies in a car crash. Left with no source of income, Alice packs up Tommy and their meager belongings into the car and heads to Monterey, with a vague plan to relaunch a long abandoned singing career.

Forced to make money along the way they stop in Phoenix, where Alice finds work singing in a decrepit bar and gets involved with the seemingly charming Ben (Harvey Keitel). But he also turns out to be bad news. On to Tucson, where Alice accepts a demeaning job as a waitress at Mel's Diner. She gradually makes friends with fellow servers Flo (Diane Ladd), a sharp-tongued survivor, and Vera (Valerie Curtin), who is meek and clumsy. Meanwhile, the long suffering Tommy falls under the influence of tomboy and trouble-seeker Audrey (Jodie Foster). When Alice meets David (Kris Kristofferson), she has to decide whether she can ever again invest in a relationship with a man.

A relative oddity in Scorsese's portfolio, Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore is a woman's perspective on America's oft-forgotten underbelly of poverty, where life is a daily struggle and the trade-offs often reside between domestic strife and starvation. The film mixes road trip drama with some comedy and plenty of humanity. Not all the scenes work, and there are clunky passages with vaguely unconvincing fluctuations in mood and emotions. But overall, this is an emotionally satisfying story fueled by genuine passion.

This is also a quintessential 1970s film, where every scene is given its due, the focus is on the reality of settings, movements and actions. When Alice pounds the sidewalk to find a job, Scorsese pounds the sidewalk with her, and every shady character she meets, every bar she enters, and every door that slams in her face is coloured in. With the Arizona sun bathing the unattractive locales a sickly yellow and orange, the result is a film that burns its way into the memory.

Far from Scorsese's typical world of gangsters and male camaraderie, Alice is underpinned by just the one genuine relationship: Alice and her son. Tommy is forced to grow up in a hurry, and his incessant and perceptive questions challenge Alice to explain her actions, and more poignantly, her feelings. And every decision that Alice makes has an impact on Tommy. When her choices are bad or she stretches herself too thin, it is Tommy who suffers. Audrey's confident audacity becomes Tommy's refuge, and a potential gateway to a world of trouble.

Burstyn initiated the project and brought it to up-and-comer Scorsese, and Alice became his first major studio production. With the success of The Exorcist having confirmed her status among the top echelon of actresses, Burstyn commands the film and funnels the various societal implications of the women's movement into her character. Alice is resourceful, determined and indeed indomitable. But in a society quick to take advantage of the seemingly weak, she is also vulnerable and often forced to decide between unappealing options to stave off loneliness or financial ruin.

At the unlikely destination of Mel's Diner Alice finally starts to find a semblance of the community she is desperately looking for. The crusty Flo, the sympathetic Mel himself, and the intriguing David are not necessarily easy to like. But with the passage of time Alice starts to form the meaningful bonds needed to evolve from individual to society. Alice may still not be sure where she is living, but she at last begins to understand what makes a home.






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