Showing posts with label Jane Fonda. Show all posts
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Friday, 17 July 2026

Movie Review: Stanley & Iris (1990)


Genre: Romance  
Director: Martin Ritt  
Starring: Robert De Niro, Jane Fonda, Swoosie Kurtz, Martha Plimpton, Stephen Root  
Running Time: 104 minutes  

Synopsis: In suburban New England, widow Iris (Jane Fonda) works at a large baking factory. She meets Stanley (Robert De Niro), who works as a cook at the same facility, after he helps her scare off a purse snatcher. They strike up a friendship that evolves into a romance, until Iris discovers that Stanley does not know how to read or write. He is nevertheless helping his father through old age, while Iris is raising her teenaged daughter (Martha Plimpton), and housing her unemployed sister (Swoosie Kurtz).

What Works Well: This low key romance benefits from two reliable stars and a ramshackle small town blue collar milieu. With both Iris and Stanley dealing with economic strains and personal stresses, their romance is tentative, the plot progress taking time to uncover the hidden struggles of broken dreams, less than ideal childhoods, and pay cheque to pay cheque existence.

What Does Not Work As Well: Although Jane Fonda and Robert De Niro are watchable reading the phone book, this is almost what happens here as Iris decides to help Stanley read and write. The pacing is almost painfully slow, the secondary characters fail to register as meaningful, and after all the investment in the granular details of imperfect lives, the final act rushes towards a windfall resolution of all issues. 

Key Quote:
Stanley: I like you, Iris, just about as much as I love you.



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Saturday, 1 February 2025

Movie Review: Cat Ballou (1965)


Genre: Comedy Western  
Director: Elliot Silverstein  
Starring: Jane Fonda, Lee Marvin  
Running Time: 96 minutes  

Synopsis: Outlaw Cat Ballou (Jane Fonda) is about to be hanged in Wolf City, Wyoming, and her story is recounted in flashback. While on a train trip, Cat meets dashing fugitive Clay Boone (Michael Callan), who is more of a romantic coward than an outlaw, and his uncle Jed (Dwayne Hickman). When she learns her father Frankie (John Marley) is being threatened, Cat hires legendary but perpetually drunk gunfighter Kid Shelleen (Lee Marvin) for protection. He teams up with Clay, Jed, and farm hand Jackson Two-Bears (Jack Nardini) to support Cat's quest for justice.

What Works Well: Unfolding to the banjo-driven Greek chorus music of "shouters" Nat King Cole and Stubby Kaye, Cat Ballou carries a bright twinkle in its eye. The story of a school teacher who resorts to crime as revenge for the fate of her father is a fine excuse to visit western movie landmarks, including gunfighters, a train robbery, a suspect lawman, a desperado hide-out, a large-scale brawl, and a land dispute. Director Elliott Silverstein prioritizes character-driven and situational humour, and uses long takes and plenty of camera motion to colourfully animate Cat's world. Jane Fonda brings a streak of tradition-busting feminism to the role, and Lee Marvin is a grizzled joy as the esoteric gunfighter who shoots better when drunk. His seemingly inebriated horse is not bad, either. 

What Does Not Work As Well: This is a series of episodic misadventures held together by the thinnest of plot threads, while Michael Callan as love interest Clay lacks presence in the company of Fonda and Marvin.

Key Quote:
Jackson: Kid, Kid, what a time to fall off the wagon. Look at your eyes.
Kid Shelleen: What's wrong with my eyes?
Jackson Two-Bears: Well they're red, bloodshot.
Kid Shelleen: You ought to see 'em from my side.



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Saturday, 20 July 2024

Movie Review: This Is Where I Leave You (2014)


Genre: Comedy  
Director: Shawn Levy  
Starring: Jason Bateman, Jane Fonda, Tina Fey, Adam Driver, Rose Byrne, Corey Stoll, Katheryn Hahn, Connie Britton, Timothy Olyphant  
Running Time: 103 minutes  

Synopsis: Judd Altman (Jason Bateman) discovers his wife cheating, then his father dies. The family gathers for seven days of mourning, reuniting Judd with his mother Hilary (Jane Fonda), sister Wendy (Tina Fey), brothers Phillip and Paul (Adam Driver and Corey Stoll), and high school friend Penny (Rose Byrne). Hilary is an author known for exploiting her children's embarrassments; Wendy's husband is inattentive and she reignites a relationship with neighbour Horry (Timothy Olyphant); the irresponsible Phillip shows up with older woman Tracy (Connie Britton); while Paul and his wife Annie (Katheryn Hahn) are having trouble conceiving a child.

What Works Well: The extended Altman family antics provide a steady stream of humour, mainly because their foundational eccentric attributes and rub-points knowingly reflect widespread dynamics with only slight exaggerations. Jason Bateman conveys bemused calmness barely containing rage, and shares the spotlight with a terrific cast. Director Shawn Levy keeps the mood light and introduces new twists at a steady clip, nourishing the humour with revelations and affection as the Altmans occasionally rise above quirks and towards hidden strengths.

What Does Not Work As Well: Writer Jonathan Tropper has a few more characters than good ideas: several scenes declare bankruptcy and default to juvenile fistfights, while the rush to release tension through sexual escapades is quickly predictable.

Conclusion: This is where adult siblings confirm the wisdom of living apart.



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Wednesday, 25 October 2023

Movie Review: Barbarella (1968)


Genre: Campy Science Fiction
Director: Roger Vadim
Starring: Jane Fonda, John Phillip Law, Anita Pallenberg 
Running Time: 98 minutes

Synopsis: In a peaceful future, Earth's President tasks space adventurer Barbarella (Jane Fonda) with finding dangerous weapons inventor Durand Durand. She crashlands in the Tau Ceti planetary system and heads to the city of Sogo, receiving help from the blind angel Pygar (John Phillip Law) along the way. Barbarella finds a civilization consumed by villainy and meets the Catchman, the Concierge, Professor Ping, rebel leader Dildano (David Hemmings), and the Great Tyrant (Anita Pallenberg), before uncovering Durand Durand's identity and evil plot.

What Works Well: Barbarella's opening striptease out of an astronaut suit is iconic, and the weird mash-up of psychedelia, eroticism, and cardboard-level science fiction is often imaginative. Whether naked or in a succession of revealing outfits, Jane Fonda embraces the adventure and exudes wide-eyed curiosity, and the futuristic palm-on-palm pleasure exchange is a hoot.

What Does Not Work As Well: The nonsensical plot is disjointed and quickly boring, stretching for content and only finding successively less impressive set-pieces. The swirly special effects are repetitively over-used to cover the narrative weaknesses. Barbarella is less of an instigator and more an observer, happy to discover the pleasures of old-fashioned coupling but lacking any actual plan or ability to save the universe.

Conclusion: Fanciful visuals and an irreverent attitude fizzle within space debris. 



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Monday, 2 August 2021

Movie Review: Georgia Rule (2007)

A drama with some humour about three generations of women, Georgia Rule creates a good ambience in exploring cascading emotional damage, but mishits some key notes. 

Wealthy Californian Lily Wilcox (Felicity Huffman) has just about had enough of her troublesome teenaged daughter Rachel (Lindsay Lohan), and as a last resort sends her to spend the summer before college with Lily's mom (and Rachel's grandma) Georgia (Jane Fonda) in small town, Idaho. Georgia runs her life according to strict rules, which had caused Lily to resort to alcohol and flee her childhood home at the earliest opportunity. 

Now the rebellious Rachel delights in finding ways to break her grandma's rules, although she does accept a summer job at the office of veterinarian Simon Ward (Dermot Mulroney), a widower who once was Lily's serious boyfriend. Rachel will attempt to seduce any man, and sets her flirtatious eyes on the town's hunky Harlan (Garrett Hedlund), although he already has a girlfriend. But when Rachel suggest to both Simon and Georgia that she was a victim of sexual abuse by her stepdad Arnold (Carey Elwes), the summer takes a serious turn.

Written by Mark Andrus and directed by Garry Marshall, Georgia Rule benefits from the dynamic of three women coping with various degrees of damage caused by missteps and unmet expectations passed on over the decades. With grandma Georgia enjoying the home field advantage of a quaint small town setting, Marshal mixes pathos, emotional scars and inter-generational conflicts to good effect.

The first two thirds maintain a high engagement level. Rachel as a mouthy fish caught in a backwater rocks the town, with Lindsay Lohan revelling in an attitude of unfettered rebelliousness to agitate as many people as possible in the shortest amount of time. In contrast Fonda's Georgia is suitably subdued, satisfied with imposing her rules and letting the world revolve around them as it may. Huffman's Lily is caught in the middle between insufferable mother and uncontrollable daughter, and her exasperation is about to turn to disbelief with Rachel's revelations about sexual abuse.

Here Andrus and Marshall lose some control, the final act revolving around a series of lies and counter-lies, the truth lost in a flurry of accusations and denials. While the turmoil is consistent with Rachel's personality and Lily's determination to willfully ignore discord, the focus settles on a search for honesty, the crime of child molestation somehow confined to the narrative backseat but still clashing with the dramedy structure.

Despite overextending towards topics incompatible with the intended bittersweet tones, the refreshingly imperfect women of Georgia Rule do bloom by challenging the norms.



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Saturday, 1 May 2021

Movie Review: California Suite (1978)

A tactless comedy with dashes of drama, California Suite oscillates between pompous and cretinous.

Four unrelated stories take place over one weekend at the same Beverly Hills hotel. Divorced couple Hannah (Jane Fonda) and Bill (Alan Alda) meet to discuss the future of their 17 year old daughter Jenny. New Yorker Hannah is a highly-strung news editor who thrives on prickly insults and sharp retorts, while Bill has become much more laid back since he relocated to Los Angeles. The couple bicker endlessly.

Veteran English stage actress Diana Barrie (Maggie Smith) is nominated for her first Academy Award for an unworthy role in the frivolous comedy No Left Turns. Her husband Sidney Cochran (Michael Caine), an antique dealer, is her companion for the Oscar ceremony. Diana is nervous about the evening and leans on Sidney for emotional support, but all is not well in their relationship.

Marvin (Walter Matthau) is in town for his nephew's bar mitzvah. His brother Harry (Herb Edelman) is a lecherous womanizer, and arranges for a prostitute (Denise Galik) to entertain Marvin in his hotel room. The situation gets messier when Marvin's wife Millie (Elaine May) arrives the next morning.

Doctors Chauncey Gump (Richards Pryor) and Willis Panama (Bill Cosby) and their wives are on a joint vacation and getting testy. The hotel messes up their booking, with the Gumps confined to a faulty closet-sized room while the Panamas enjoy a luxury suite. The vacation goes rapidly downhill from there.

Writer Neil Simon adapted his own play, and in the hands of director Herbert Ross what may have worked on the stage flops badly on the screen. Essentially four separate 25 minute sketches populated by distinctly unlikable people, California Suite generates a couple of chuckles but otherwise curls up into a small ball and dies. 

Worst of all is the segment featuring the Black doctors played by Richard Pryor and Bill Cosby. Their misadventures descend into low-brow slapstick of the pathetic kind, a miserable and painful waste of talent.

Two of the other sketches are not much better. Jane Fonda and Alan Alda are forced to spout Simon's artificially agitated hyper-intellectual theatrical prose, and their incessant sniping is quickly insufferable. Walter Matthau wrings some humour from the hapless middle-aged man trying to hide a passed-out hooker from his wife, but is ultimately defeated by material stretched too thin.

Maggie Smith and Michael Caine almost save the day with the one reasonably compelling and well-written story. Actress Diana and antique dealer Sidney's marriage is complex, and made more intricate by her propensity for drama and his caustic street-smarts. They both clearly benefit from the union, but barely concealed secrets and frustrations are nibbling away at their contentment. While far from perfect and still saddled with loquacity, this episode at least creates a memorable pair. 

Maggie Smith nabbed a real Oscar for a forgettable movie in which she is Oscar nominated for a silly comedy. From the few snippets shown No Left Turns is indeed dire, but also potentially still better than California Suite.



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Friday, 30 April 2021

Movie Review: The Morning After (1986)

A frivolous murder mystery and romance, The Morning After attempts an awkward mishmash of genres and never finds its footing.

Washed-up alcoholic actress Alex Sternbergen (Jane Fonda) wakes up in a stranger's bed and finds a dead man next to her, stabbed with a dagger. She phones her estranged husband Jackie Manero (Raul Julia) then flees the apartment in a panic. After a misadventure at the airport Alex bumps into retired and divorced police officer Turner Kendall (Jeff Bridges). A romance develops between the two lonely people, and he tries to help her out of the mess she finds herself in.

Part Hitchcock light, part half-hearted exploration of alcoholism, loneliness and second chances, part ungainly romance with misplaced wisecracks, The Morning After is a full-on mess. Writer James Hicks switches tones with clumsy, aimless transitions, then allows his characters to meander through long stretches of nothingness interrupted by thickets of bland dialogue. Director Sidney Lumet infuses bursts of colour found in the less frilly Los Angeles neighbourhoods, but is otherwise far from rescuing the material.

The opening scene is promising enough, Alex confronted by a bloody bed and an expired creep. But very quickly the pacing unravels. Bad romantic comedy vibes take over as Alex demonstrates her limited acting skills at the airport, then initiates a curbside bumper car routine, before hopping into Turner's car in an it-only-happens-in-the-movies meet-cute. The tension of the opening mystery is lost and never recovered.

Jane Fonda overcompensates with a histrionics masterclass alternating between flimsy displays of frantic victim and depressed drunk. Alex's backstory of a never-made-it actress carries appeal, but Fonda cannot wrestle down the ditzy script and find a sympathetic person within. Jeff Bridges as Turner is more of a steady presence on the receiving end of Alex's gyrating moods, but he does precious little except tag along.

With the script only bothering to introduce three characters it is never difficult to guess who is up to no good, but wait! A fourth character makes an entrance in the final 10 minutes, with about one spoken line of dialogue, in a spectacularly fumbled attempt at a twist. 

Insipid beyond salvation, The Morning After should have just stayed in bed.



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Saturday, 14 November 2020

Movie Review: Our Souls At Night (2017)

A drama about friendship and family in the latter stages of life, Our Souls At Night is quietly amiable and benefits from two stars still shining bright.

In a small Colorado town, Louis Waters (Robert Redford) and Addie Moore (Jane Fonda) are neighbours on a tranquil street, both living alone after their spouses died and the children moved out. Addie approaches Louis and proposes he come over to platonically sleep with her, for the comfort of companionship and conversation. Although a man of few words, Louis agrees.

The arrangement works, and they start revealing difficult chapters from their lives. Addie endured a family tragedy that shattered her emotionally, while Louis cheated on his wife. Now his sleepovers briefly become the talk of the town, but their new routine is disrupted when Addie's grown son Gene (Matthias Schoenaerts) deposits his seven year old son Jamie with Addie while he sorts out trouble in his own relationship.

Reuniting on the screen for the first time since 1979's The Electric Horseman, Robert Redford and Jane Fonda elevate Our Souls At Night with authoritative veteran performances. While the adaptation of the Kent Haruf book is a placid story with familiar middle class travails as seen from the far end of life, the presence of two Hollywood legends maintains firm engagement.

Ritesh Batra directs with due respect for the material. Without dawdling, the scenes are staid and drama-free, consistent with the tone of two protagonists with enough life experience to easily avoid outbursts. Even when the potentially combustible Gene appears with a more middle-aged propensity for anger and grudge-holding, the script by Scott Neustadter and Michael H. Weber seeks understated tension from admonishing looks and unspoken words.

Loneliness in old age, awakening the flicker of physical intimacy, and reflecting on past mistakes are among the unsurprising narrative mileposts and disclosed inflection points. Louis and Addie work their way to understanding the valuable contributory roles still available to them, now with the power of wisdom as an impressive secret weapon. They may not be spry, but they can chart a course to make amends, help each other, and support their offspring with soft authority. 

Old souls may find the nights difficult, but they can still glow during the day.



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Monday, 25 May 2020

Movie Review: On Golden Pond (1981)


A family drama about aging, On Golden Pond examines the twilight of life through the twin lenses of enduring love and difficult forgiveness.

In New England, elderly couple Norman and Ethel Thayer (Henry Fonda and Katharine Hepburn) reopen their summer cottage on the shores of an idyllic lake known as Golden Pond. A retired professor approaching 80 years old, Norman suffers from heart palpitations and declining mental sharpness. He maintains an abrasive personality compounded by an obsession with death. Ethel is 10 years younger and in better health. They remain deeply in love and she helps smooth over his sharp edges.

Their daughter Chelsea (Jane Fonda) arrives for Norman's birthday along with her new boyfriend Bill Ray (Dabney Coleman) and his 13 year old son Billy (Doug McKeon). Chelsea and Norman have a strained relationship and cannot mend it before she leaves for Europe with Bill, leaving Billy in the care of Norman and Ethel for a month. The young teenager and old man bond over fishing, but dangers lurk in the lake and Chelsea's return will prompt more difficult conversations.

Remarkably, On Golden Pond was the first on-screen collaboration between legends Henry Fonda and Katherine Hepburn. And with Jane Fonda adding a layer of realism to the strained dynamic between father and daughter, the film's casting is near-mythical. And the stars do not disappoint. An otherwise simple story is elevated by Hepburn and Henry Fonda (in his final appearance) defining the dusk of life as a time of uncertainty, reflection, pride, impatience and plenty of love. Both deservedly won Academy Awards for their performances.

Ernest Thompson adapted his own play into a witty script and director Mark Rydell respects the theatrical origins but also displays nimbleness to keep the cameras moving. Cinematographer Billy Williams makes the most of the serene filming location at Squam Lake, New Hampshire.

Thompson invests in the aching emotional dependencies between long-term partners, and the bond of marriage between Norman and Ethel resides at the core of the story. Both know he is in declining health but he remains her lifelong rock and she refuses to partake in his incessant death talk, coaxing him to engage and at least minimize the antagonizing behaviour. 

The second key relationship develops between Norman and young Billy, and indeed they take centre stage for the entire middle act. Norman finds a fishing companion and willing learner; Billy discovers adventure on the lake, including the thrills of operating a speed boat and catching elusive trout. They make an unlikely partnership and uncover the reciprocal joys of mentorship.

Ironically the weakest subplot is between Chelsea and her father. Their dysfunctionality is superficially introduced and summarily resolved, Jane Fonda overacting and unconvincing at both ends of Chelsea's arc.

But whenever the humans stumble On Golden Pond can turn to the graceful loons, majestically swimming as couples across the lake, all the hard work of togetherness hidden below the surface.



 


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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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Friday, 24 August 2018

Movie Review: Book Club (2018)


A romantic comedy about the pursuit of relationships in the later years, Book Club features a stellar cast and bravely explores an often ignored topic, but quickly runs out of plot.

Four women friends in their senior years have been part of the same book club for 30 years. Vivian (Jane Fonda) is a successful hotel owner, Diane (Diane Keaton) is still getting over the loss of her husband, Sharon (Candice Bergen) is a divorced federal judge, and Carol (Mary Steenburgen) is happily married to the recently-retired Bruce (Craig T. Nelson), although their sex life is dormant..

Vivian's selected book for the group to read next is the erotic Fifty Shades of Grey. Initially reluctant and scandalized, the other ladies get into the spirit and all agree to pursue romance and reawaken their sex drives. Vivian rekindles a relationship with old flame Arthur (Don Johnson). Diane meets and starts dating the suave Mitchell (Andy Garcia), although her daughters are overprotective. Sharon experiments with online dating, and meets George (Richard Dreyfuss) among others. Carol tries to get Bruce interested in having sex again, with limited success.

Directed and co-written by Bill Holderman, Book Club carries a clever premise: unlock the libido of older women with some trashy fiction and watch them roar back to sexual activity. But despite a cast featuring multiple winners of multiple big and small screen awards, Book Club never builds on its intriguing concept. After affirming that women are allowed to enjoy a sex drive on the other side of 65ish, the film quickly settles down to unveil four essentially unrelated mini rom-coms, none containing much that is new.

Vivian is successful, independent and afraid to surrender to the mysteries of falling in love and the charms of couplehood. Diane is being treated like a child by her own daughters (Alicia Silverstone and Katie Aselton), who are hampering her attempts at finding new love. Sharon needs to learn to let go of the husband who divorced her while suffering through a series of mildly comic dates. Carol has to find a way to rev-up her husband. Each storyline gets about 20 minutes of screen time, which already feels long given the overly familiar notes.

Fonda, Keaton, Bergen and Steenburgen roll back the calendar about 40 years and reclaim the screen with confidence. While they generally just recreate their most famous screen personas, their star appeal and enduring talent ensure that Book Club is at least always watchable, if only rarely enjoyable. Don Johnson and Andy Garcia are the two most prominent men, their roles restricted to exuding idyllic mature masculine confidence and whispering bland aspirations of true love.

Book Club looks for new rom-com frontiers, but stumbles on the same old limp clichés.






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Sunday, 4 December 2016

Movie Review: Sunday In New York (1963)


A romantic comedy exploring the changing rules of sex and relationships, Sunday In New York has enough courage to tackle its subject matter with a good degree of frankness, and a cast in fine form to tease out effective moments of comedy.

Eileen (Jane Fonda) comes to New York to visit her brother Adam (Cliff Robertson), a dashing airline pilot enjoying the bachelor life. Eileen has just broken up with her long-time boyfriend Russ (Robert Culp), because she refused his advances to have sex before marriage. She is now wondering if her old-fashioned attitudes need an overhaul. Adam goes out on a date with Mona (Jo Morrow), one of his girlfriends, while Eileen has a chance encounter on a Fifth Avenue bus with the handsome Mike (Rod Taylor). Their first attempt at a chat over coffee is a disaster.

But fate brings Eileen and Mike together again, and a rainstorm means that they end up soaking wet back at Adam's apartment. Eileen decides this is her opportunity to finally lose her virginity, but her plans will meet an unexpected hurdle. Meanwhile, Adam and Mona face troubles of their own, with his on-call pilot duty severely disrupting their romantic pursuits. The day in New York gets much wilder when the oblivious Russ shows up, wanting to win his girl back.

Directed by Peter Tewksbury and written by Norman Krasna (adapting his play), Sunday In New York reflects its era: an airline pilot as a magnet for women, a tide of sexual liberation challenging long-held attitudes, and feminism taking hold and allowing women to ask previously unthinkable questions about relationship rules. The film leans towards lauding more conservative views, but earns points for airing out emerging topics.

Tewksbury does well in breaking out the story from its stage confines, and finds reasons for his characters to go out and about in a vibrant New York. Despite the generally sharp dialogue, some scenes are talky and go on longer than necessary. But for the most part the film achieves the requisite balance between idealized romance and screwball comedy.

And the laughs do register. Once Russ shows up in New York to reclaim Eileen's affections and propose to her, an intentional mess of mistaken identities sparks the film into some excellent comic moments. Cliff Robertson, Rod Taylor and Robert Culp create a watchable trio of men uncomfortably pushed outside their normal boundaries. The side story of the airline pilot Adam and his would-be lover-of-the-day Mona contriving to always end up apart - far apart - also creates some good manic moments.

The romance also works well within the confines of the genre, and the two leads quickly find the requisite chemistry. Jane Fonda shines in an early role, and succeeds in portraying a confident yet searching 22 year old charting a new course on the fly. What Eileen needs most is a navigator for a brave new world filled with untested rules for relationships between men and women, and Rod Taylor creates in Mike the ideal man, handsome, assured, vaguely available, world-wise but still chivalrous.

Sunday In New York is a day to relax, laugh and try to disentangle the increasingly convoluted guidelines for courtship.






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Sunday, 4 September 2016

Movie Review: Nine To Five (1980)


A workplace feminist comedy, Nine To Five features an infectious sense of fun and a trio of terrific leading ladies having a blast.

Judy Bernly (Jane Fonda) is entering the workforce after raising a family and being abandoned by her cheating husband Dick (Lawrence Pressman). Judy joins Consolidated Companies as a secretary and makes friends with her supervisor Violet (Lily Tomlin), who has hit a low glass ceiling and is being bypassed for a promotion into management by her insufferable boss Franklin Hart (Dabney Coleman). Meanwhile Hart is lusting after his buxom assistant Doralee (Dolly Parton). She repeatedly fends him off, but Hart nevertheless ruins her reputation by spreading rumours that they are having an affair.

Judy, Violet and Doralee finally conclude that Hart is a "sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical bigot", and over wine and a joint take turns fantasizing about revenge. But when their dreams of retribution suddenly and unintentionally seem to come true, the ladies first believe that they may have committed murder, then have to deal with a hostage situation while keeping the office functioning.

Financed by Fonda's production company and propelled by Parton's infectious hit title song, Nine To Five has serious fun with an important topic. Directed and co-written by Colin Higgins, the film takes on gender politics at the office with a smile, exposing the hypocrisy of a hostile environment where women are fully dependent upon and completely held back. The film is brisk, full of snappy one-liners and unafraid to speak its mind.

Sexism, harassment, no opportunities for advancement, the lack of flex time, and the absence of a daycare all make their way into the story. But Nine To Five succeeds because it avoids any sense of preachiness, keeping the mood light and allowing the issues to speak for themselves. The revenge theme hints at the boiling rage, and the missed opportunities where women's energies are burned on lamenting lack of fulfillment rather than contributing to corporate achievement.

The three women's fantasy sequence is a turning point from reality-based comedy to something resembling outright farce, and the film's second half is fully invested in a false murder sub-plot, complete with a dead body stuffed into car trunk, followed by a wild and prolonged hostage taking premise. Nine to Five strides into wacky cartoon territory, and does so triumphantly but with some compromise in the focus on the core social message.

Fonda, Tomlin and Parton create an excellent trio. Fonda as Judy is the more serious debutante into the working world, and she provides the fresh eyes into the perverted office environment. Tomlin as Violet is the veteran sufferer, perfecting her frustrated eye-rolling at the abject unfairness of a male-dominated world. Parton, in her film debut, is a revelation, finding the perfect role as the sassy target of out-of-control harassment who fights back but loses the reputational battle anyway.

Dabney Coleman's career highlight as Franklin M. Hart Jr. contributes immeasurably to the film's tone. There is nothing subtle about Hart, he is a first order management boor, and Coleman plays him as a villain worthy of lusty booing and fully deserving of the female blowback finally directed his way. Sterling Hayden makes a late appearance as the firm's chairman of the board, and Elizabeth Wilson adds to the jungle politics in the role of treacherous spy.

Humorous and ridiculous, Nine To Five delivers a prescient message: women will be innovative and successful, whether inside the office or outside it. The men will just have to decide if they are talent partners or targets.






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Thursday, 2 June 2016

Movie Review: They Shoot Horses, Don't They? (1969)


A depression-era drama, They Shoot Horses, Don't They? is a grim descent into the psyche of despair. The story of desperate couples competing in an inhumane dance marathon is both brilliantly captivating and utterly exhausting to watch.

It's 1932, the Great Depression has destroyed the economy, and in California hundreds of economically deprived couples converge at the La Monica ballroom overlooking the Pacific Ocean to compete in a dance marathon. With a prize of $1,500 at stake for the last couple standing, the dancers have to stay continuously on the move on the dance floor, and are allowed 10 minute breaks every 2 hours and 7 meals a day. The host is Rocky (Gig Young), who runs the contest as an entertainment spectacle for a paying audience. Some of the contestants are in the competition just for the food, while the spectators sometimes throw pennies at the dance floor as encouragement, and the loose change is eagerly scooped up by the pathetic dancers.

The entrants include the tough Gloria (Jane Fonda), who teams up with Robert (Michael Sarrazin) when her original partner is not allowed to register due to a persistent cough. Other participants include grizzled former navy man Harry (Red Buttons) and his partner Shirley (Allyn Ann McLerie); aspiring actress Alice (Susannah York) and her partner Joel (Robert Fields); and veteran dance marathon contestants James (Bruce Dern) and his pregnant wife Ruby (Bonnie Bedelia).

Her unforgiving life to date means that Gloria brings a caustic, negative attitude to the dance floor. She refuses to respond to Robert's attempts to get to know her, and manages to antagonize James by continuously questioning Ruby about the wisdom of bringing a baby into a life of poverty. The hours turn to days and then weeks, the test of endurance drags on under Rocky's watchful business-focused eyes, and Gloria will have to survive more than one setback to stay among the competitors.

Directed by Sidney Pollack, They Shoot Horses, Don't They? is an almost hallucinatory experience. This is a lyrical exploration of tragic souls chasing dreams of wealth, and as staggering fatigue sets in Pollack is unrelenting in his focus on the dance floor, where bodies barely able to stand emit an overwhelming sense of sorrow. Remarkably the film maintains and builds interest over two hours, as gradually basic concepts such as winning and losing fade into the background and the theme of emotional durability in the face of the marathon's barbarity comes to the fore.

Entirely set within the mostly windowless confines of the La Monica ballroom, the cameras stay with the contestants as they push themselves through the endless marathon, a test of mental sanity as much as physical endurance. Before long Robert is struggling in vain to catch a glimpse of the outside world, as night and day meld into each other, the bands play on and the dancers shuffle their feet unenthusiastically.

The drama comes from watching the couples subject themselves to the humiliation of the competition out of sheer despondency. The marathon is not about hours or days, but weeks and then months, and the misery of the competition is compounded by the wretched realization that the dancers have no life outside the dance hall. No children, no jobs, no loved one who care about them, no hobbies, no purpose and therefore no hope. Rarely has the human wreckage of an economic depression been laid so bare.

Gloria emerges as physically and mentally strong, but also the catalyst for most of the trouble that happens between the dance sessions. She starts the marathon already at the end of her rope, quite fed up with her raw deal out of life, and unwilling to shut-up about it. She approaches her opponents and Rocky as compounding everything bad in her world, and it does not take her long to establish herself as the most derided contestant on the dance floor. She endures, turning every situation to her advantage, but Rocky knows that every contestant has a breaking point, and it is his job to find it. Fonda brings Gloria to life with a powerful, defiant performance.

The other characters create a rich tapestry of desperate yet determined contestants to the show. Harry seems too old but emerges as a sturdy competitor with Navy training to fall back on. Ruby must be mad to be competing while pregnant; but along with her husband James, they have the benefit of experience and battle scars from other marathons. And Alice the actress is here to catch agents' eyes with sparkly dresses and the sinewy moves of a wannabe movie star. Red Buttons, Bonnie Bedelia, Bruce Dern and Susannah York leave their marks on the dance floor with committed contributions.

Hovering over them all is Gig Young as Rocky the master of ceremonies, dishing out encouragement, torture and schmaltzy showmanship in equal measures. Young won the Best Supporting Actor Academy Award, and his "Yowza! Yowza! Yowza!" proclamations are the stuff of film legend. Rocky is putting on a reality show, and distinct personalities, prolonged suffering, melodramatic in-fighting and couple meltdowns keep the audience coming day after day, buying tickets are lining his pockets. Some injuries along he way are par of the course, and Rocky's cadre of doctors and nurses are trained to never show any concern even when a contestant checks out forever.

They Shoot Horses, Don't They? literally and figuratively pushes the limits of human suffering. It seems almost impossible, but from a starting point of abject pessimism, the dancers shuffle their way into ever darker territory.






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Tuesday, 11 August 2015

Movie Review: Barefoot In The Park (1967)


The literal and figurative ups and downs in the lives of a newlywed couple, Barefoot In The Park is a tender comedy capturing the rollercoaster early days of marriage.

Paul (Robert Redford) and Corie (Jane Fonda) are New York newlyweds and very much in love. They spend their honeymoon ensconced at a Plaza Hotel room for six days. Corie is uninhibited, loves life and takes risks. Paul is a junior lawyer and much more reserved. When real life has to get started, they rent a small fifth floor apartment in a walk-up building with no elevator. The apartment is cramped, has no heat, and a hole in the skylight. Corie's adventurous spirit allows her to make do, and she turns the apartment into a home. But her desire to maintain a newlywed spirit is thwarted by Paul's stiff focus on his career.

They meet their exotic and elderly but young-at-heart neighbour Victor (Charles Boyer), who lives in an attic apartment above them, and Corie hits on the idea of introducing Victor to her lonely mother Ethel (Mildred Natwick). As Victor and Ethel embark on a wildly unpredictable relationship, Corie and Paul arrive at a crisis point, as his inability to loosen up clashes with her desire to enjoy life to the fullest.

A Neil Simon play adaptation directed by Gene Saks, Barefoot In The Park is a humorous look at the expectations and disappointments in the early days of couplehood. The film moves briskly through the stages of a young marriage, from sex obsession to optimistic homemaking, through to the early challenges of routine separation and then a first full-blown crisis. Paul and Corie do pack in a lot of married life into 106 minutes of screen time, but Saks keeps it generally breezy until a slightly draggy final 15 minutes.

Simon wrote the screenplay, and the film is undoubtedly stage bound, with most of the action unfolding within the cramped fifth floor apartment. But this is a film that benefits from the confined location, allowing a deep focus on two characters learning what it means to start a new life together. The apartment itself becomes an essential character, and a metaphor for life's challenges. The five flights of stairs, the lack of heat, the broken skylight and the tiny bedroom, not to mention the peculiar upstairs neighbour, are the initial set of tests that Paul and Corie have to navigate, as life starts them out with niggling obstacles that they can either learn to overcome together or argue about.

Barefoot In The Park tests the hypothesis that opposites can attract, and Simon creates in Corie and Paul two different characters who nevertheless may be a perfect match. Corie wants to run headlong into whatever life has to offer and wants to have fun while embracing every new experience. Paul is much more responsible, feeling the pressure of trying to establish himself in his career and therefore more easily distracted from the task of marriage-building. As a couple they are deeply in love and good together but also susceptible to disappointing each other. The film probes both the strengths and weaknesses of the relationship, asking what changes they each have to make to transform two individuals into one couple.

Jane Fonda brings Corie to life with a mix of sexy playfulness and well-reasoned stubbornness. Robert Redford is more reserved as he reprises his stage role, but he does have more of a brewing conflict to deal with: a realization that life now is quite different, with a new partner to be kept satisfied outside the law firm. Charles Boyer and Mildred Natwick provide memorably eccentric support in the roles of Victor and Ethel. They provide comic relief and serve as an example to the young couple of how affairs of the heart rarely follow a script.

Funny, witty and dramatic when it needs to be, Barefoot In The Park is a droll stroll.






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Thursday, 12 February 2015

Movie Review: The Chase (1966)


A southern drama about a small town simmering with social tensions, The Chase promises much and offers a cast filled with talent. But it stays in the oven for too long, emerging as an overcooked and tough to chew mess of a meal.

In deep rural Texas, convicted criminal Bubber Reeves (Robert Redford) has busted out of prison and is on the run. News of the escape reaches the nearby small town where Bubber was born and raised, and the townsfolk are immediately thrown into a frenzy of anxiety and anticipation. Businessman Val Rogers (E.G. Marshall) pretty much owns the town and likes to think that he controls everything and everyone in it, including Sheriff Calder (Marlon Brando). Val's son Jake (James Fox) is the heir apparent to his father's empire, and is trapped in a marriage of convenience to Elizabeth (Diana Hyland), while carrying on an open affair with Anna Reeves (Jane Fonda), Bubber's lonely wife.

Meek banker Edwin Stewart (Robert Duvall) desperately wants to be part of Val's inner circle, but his wife Emily (Janice Rule) is tired of waiting for Edwin to make something of himself. She is having an affair with the seemingly more presentable but equally married Damon Fuller (Richard Bradford). Fuller is part of a group of gun-toting men who believe themselves to be above the law and almost openly disrespect Sheriff Calder's authority. Over the course of one day and one night, Bubber edges ever closer to the town, emotions boil over, and Calder and his wife Ruby (Angie Dickinson) find themselves increasingly isolated as they try to keep a lid on a town about to explode.

Early on it becomes clear that there is not much chasing going on in The Chase. Directed by Arthur Penn (who later disowned it) and produced by Sam Spiegel, the film enjoys some moments and benefits from a remarkable cast in good form. But the ambition overreaches the narrative premise, and the film gets caught spinning in place. The Lillian Hellman script (heavily doctored by Spiegel) tries to create a tense boiling pot of a town galvanized by the wait for a dangerous criminal, but the attempt is only partially successful.

The story gets into trouble early. To start, there is little that is dangerous about Robert Redford as Bubber Reeves, who is portrayed as more of a victim than a criminal. With his perfectly coiffed hair catching the light just so in the Texas wilderness and his good boy looks betraying any attempt at evil, the threat that is supposed to exist at the centre of the film dissolves in Redford's substantial star charisma.

In the town itself, there are just too many unsavoury characters making life miserable for each other. Most of the residents appear to be carrying on extramarital affairs, while the prevailing agony, bitterness and resentment is in keeping with the mean spirited nature of a community rife with vigilantism, classism and racism. They all appear dissatisfied and wretchedly unhappy, and they all seem to deserve it.

The sheer number of minor characters causes the film to lose momentum. There are snippets of numerous sub-stories including Bubber's parents; a religious old woman who putters around town; another elderly couple; a gaggle of teenagers; and a land owner/loan shark who serves as the perpetual interested observer. None gain traction and all get in the way, to the point that at a climactic moment late in the film, it's not even clear which tertiary character pulled the critical trigger.

In the middle of the over-ripened fruit Sheriff Calder and his wife Ruby are an oasis of goodness, and The Chase gradually veers towards traditional one-good-man-against-a-bad-town territory. Bubber almost turns into a MacGuffin, a catalyst to trigger a story of the lawman confronting the corruption that lurks within. And whenever Brando or Dickinson are on the screen, The Chase picks itself up and does much better, Brando ironically bringing a laconic intensity to the only likeable character in the film, while Calder and Ruby appear to enjoy the only rational relationship in this forgotten corner of Texas.

In the film's most memorable scene, Penn practices playing with bucketfuls of blood by subjecting Brando to a vicious beating at the hands of the town's gun-happy vigilante men. It's an excessive sequence, in keeping with the overheated tone of why stop at a single punch when ten will do. The Chase is tolerable fare, with enough going on to maintain interest but too much going on to gain and maintain focus.






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