Borderlands (Zev Berman, 2007): 6.5/10

The Magic Flute (Ingmar Bergman, 1975): 7/10

La Guerre Est Finie (Alain Resnais, 1966): 7/10

Speed Racer (The Wachowski Brothers, 2008): 8/10


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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Suspicious River (Lynne Stopkewich, 2000)




The last time director Lynne Stopkewich and star Molly Parker collaborated, it was the 1996 film Kissed, which I had decidedly mixed feelings about. While I liked that it was an exploration of alternative female sexuality, I didn't like much else about it. Suspicious River is a decided improvement over that film. It's as if the protagonist of Kissed grew up, stopped having sex with corpses, but stayed in the same depressing town and somehow ended up in a depressing marriage. Parker plays Leila, motel clerk in Suspicious River who has a boring, repetitive life. While she seems like a smart, bright woman, she moves aimlessly from unskilled job to unskilled job. She stands behind the desk at this small, deserted motel, doing nothing all day, then goes home to her neglectful, anorexic husband who is no longer interested in sex.

All that changes until one day when a motel customer comes onto her, and she goes to his room. Not only does she give him oral sex, she demands money for it. He tells some of his friends, and soon, Leila has more or less a second job. There's one scene in particular where Leila walks out of a motel room and it suddenly hits her that she's a prostitute. But no moral judgements are made on her -- Leila does it because she's sexually unfulfilled, bored, and self-destructive. That's just what it is. But one man sticks out among others, and she begins a Belle de Jour-esque affair with one of her clients. But this is a movie that is better the less you know (thanks, Netflix, for one of the most revealing plot descriptions ever), but things don't go well.

Both Stopkewich and Parker matured greatly in the 4 years between their two collaborations, and it shows. The direction is often achingly beautiful, and Parker really gives a tour de force performance. Why this film isn't more revered in independent circles, not to mention as a fine piece of feminist filmmaking, is beyond me. By the way, does anyone know why Lynne Stopkewich apparently isn't directing features anymore? It's sad to lose a distinctively talented female directing voice. This film is certainly recommended, even despite the ending that's not up to the level of the rest of the movie.

8/10

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Friday, October 26, 2007

Kissed (Lynne Stopkewich, 1996)




A necrophilia movie that's not Nekromantik?! Stop the presses! Kissed is the story of Sandra, who, throughout her life, develops an obsession with death. She's no goth, she's more interested in the spiritual and transformative power of it. As a child and young woman, she manifests this by giving solemn burial ceremonies to dead animals she finds; as a young woman, she begins working in a funeral home, and we see where this is going. It's nice to see this movie take such a non-judgemental view of such a taboo thing, but Stopkewich never goes far enough.

At a scant 79 minutes, we never see Sandra's home life, her school life, nothing that doesn't have to do with death. And that's probably Stopkewich's point, but what normal human (as Sandra does seem "normal" for the most part) doesn't understand the taboo nature of necrophilia? Sandra never once expresses any doubt or guilt about what she does, and neither does her boyfriend, Matt (who, in a move I was actually angry about, is informed by Sandra of her predilictions offscreen and just accepts it with no argument - how cowardly of Stopkewich, to refuse to show us what a natural, yet difficult, reaction would be). Again, Stopkewich is trying to portray Sandra as someone who is so in tune with death that she doesn't see this as wrong, but she has to know that it is, somewhere. So does Matt. And the ending is so contrived that I saw it coming more than a half hour before it did.

Despite the ridiculous amorality (not even that - the absolute ignorance of morality which is unbelievable), Molly Parker is radiant as Sandra. Stopkewich, for all the faults in the film, displays in the film a confidence in shooting that is rare in debuts. She shoots Parker's face with such light that it is almost overwhelmingly touching. The beauty, and Molly Parker, are the real reasons to see the movie. The rest is just silly.

5/10

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