Day: May 2, 2013

By Joe Bendel. This must have been a hard pitch. One would suspect Henry James’ novel of narcissistic, self absorbed parents of privilege would hit close to home for many decision-makers working in the movie business (studio or indie, it hardly matters anymore). Yet somehow, the poor little rich girl will indeed wrestle with her parental issues in Scott McGehee & David Siegel’s What Maisie Knew, which opens tomorrow in New York.

Beale and Susanna are Maisie’s parents, if we can really use that word. He is a dodgy art dealer and she is an over-the-hill rock star angling for a comeback. Both are more interested in their careers than their daughter. When they think of Maisie, it is mostly as a potential club to bludgeon each other with during their divorce proceedings.

Since he is able to present a more stable front, Beale wins considerable custody rights. However, this is not all bad. He is also taking her nanny Margo as his trophy wife. She actually cares about Maisie, willingly giving her the time and attention she cannot get from her parents. Meanwhile, Susanna marries the working class Lincoln, apparently to have a live-in sitter for Maisie. Like Margo, he quickly develops a paternal affection for his step-daughter that the ragingly insecure Susanna perversely resents. Hmm, does anybody see the potential building blocks of a more functional family unit in here somewhere?

Poor Mrs. Wix. Maisie’s frumpy second nanny really gets the shaft from screenwriters Nancy Doyne and Carroll Cartwright’s adaptation. While the James novel rebukes the shallow indulgence he considered endemic in society, McGehee and Siegel’s WMK seems to suggest blonds make better parents. The proceedings are also marked by a heightened class consciousness, with the nanny and bartender showing superior character than Maisie’s privileged biological parents.

Regardless of what James might think of his novel modernized and transported to New York, McGehee and Siegel have an unbeatable trump card in their young lead. As Maisie, Onata Aprile is completely unaffected and wholly engaging. She covers a wide emotional spectrum, carrying the audience every step of the way.

Likewise, Joanna Vanderham is charismatic and surprisingly vulnerable as Margo, while Alexander Skarsgård’s understated nice guy Lincoln is likable enough. Julianne Moore labors valiantly to humanize the self-centered and psychologically erratic Susanna, but Steve Coogan is largely stuck playing a caricatured straw-man as the arrogant Beale.

Maisie’s cast and co-director definitely stack the deck, but at least they do it thoroughly and compellingly. Viewers will absolutely care about the bright and precociously self-aware Maisie, which is the acid test for any film focused on a young protagonist. The upscale New York locations also add a dash of élan. Anchored by several well turned performances, What Maisie Knew is surprisingly satisfying. Recommended kind of affectionately for fans of literary melodrama, it opens tomorrow (5/3) in New York at the Angelika Film Center.

LFM GRADE: B+

Posted on May 2nd, 2013 at 11:31am.

By Joe Bendel. If you can’t afford the local wannabe Bates Motel, you can probably get hacked up for less at a bed & breakfast. B&B’s are homier and more personal. That’s why we stay in hotels. One quarreling Brooklyn couple checks into a Hudson Valley B&B largely out of spite and passive aggression. It would have been a terrible weekend anyway, but things take a deadly turn in screenwriter-director D.W. Young’s horror movie send-up The Happy House, which opens tomorrow in New York.

Hildie and her son Skip run the Happy House B&B with a strict set of rules their guests must abide by. Wendy would not be inclined to follow them even under the best of circumstances. Barely on speaking terms with her slacker boyfriend Joe (who had the bright idea to take this trip in the first place), she will be a somewhat difficult guest. Hildie will not appreciate that, not one little bit. She duly warns the couple that there are consequences for amassing “three strikes.”

Decidedly slow out of the blocks, Happy mostly forces its early attempts at laughs, but it makes an interesting pivot about halfway through. The red district (you can’t say “red state” in New York), gun-owning, God fearing rubes might not be as crazy as Wendy and Joe had first thought. Odder still, the film essentially evolves into what it had previously mocked, becoming a surprisingly presentable And then There were None style cat and mouse game.

Happy was shot within a functioning B&B in a region of New York State that had just been pummeled by Hurricane Irene, so it earns good karma for bringing some business to town. Indeed, the Happy House looks authentic and lived-in, because it was (Young and his co-leads even stayed there as guests during filming). The cuckoo clocks are also a nice touch, but it seems like there ought to be more taxidermy.

It is a bit overstuffed with colorful characters, though. Marceline Hugot brings considerable depth and nuance to the seemingly authoritarian Hildie. Likewise, Kathleen McNenny is a stitch as Linda, her leftwing English professor sister. However, Happy lays it on a bit thick with the absent-minded Swedish lepidopterist staying at the fateful B&B in hopes of finding a rare butterfly. Perhaps more problematically, Khan Baykal and Aya Cash just make a boring couple as Joe and Wendy.

In terms of execution, Happy is a dramatically mixed bag. The DIY look does not help much, either. Still, Young incorporates some interesting ideas, consistently avoiding or subverting clichés. It will not be a breakout film, but horror movie fans might enjoy the ways it tweaks genre conventions, especially an inspired bit at the climax. For the intrigued, The Happy House opens tomorrow (5/3) in New York at the Cinema Village.

LFM GRADE: C+

Posted on May 2nd, 2013 at 11:30am.

By Joe Bendel. Musicians are like athletes. An injury can potentially end a brilliant career. Like Evan Horne, the protagonist of Bill Moody’s jazz mysteries, Jonathan Clay is a pianist struggling with injured hands, who suddenly finds himself involved with the criminal element in Oded Naaman’s When Sunny Gets Blue, which screens in New York as part of the 2013 Columbia University Film Festival, an annual showcase for Columbia MFA students’ thesis films and screenplays.

Clay is not a good patient. Suffering from acute carpal tunnel syndrome, he is frustrated by the slow rehabilitation process. In fact, he has given up on physical therapy. When he returns from a session of self-pitying and boozing, he is surprised to find a woman in his apartment. She is there to warn him about the thugs who show up shortly thereafter.

Yes, her name is Sunny, as in the title Jack Segal & Martin Fisher standard that seems to have great meaning for Clay. It is a good one, recorded by the likes of Dexter Gordon, Sarah Vaughan, and Nat King Cole, but it is not exactly overplayed and fits the vibe of Naaman’s film quite well. (The credits inspired by Blue Note Records graphic designer Reid Miles are also a nice touch.)

Indeed, Sunny has a hip sensibility that should please jazz fans. In a strange way it manages to be both ambiguous and completely satisfying. Naaman deftly establishes a distinctive mood that is too light-hearted to be called noir, but too dark to be considered anything else. It certainly fits the jazz life, as does Jonathan Monro’s standout performance. He gets a convincing case of the blues, yet remains sincere and grounded, even when doing some odd things. As someone who knows a lot of musicians, his performance always feels right to me.

A great short film, the nineteen minute When Sunny Gets Blues is an Indiewire Project of the Week that actually panned out. It should serve as quite a positive representative for Columbia as it gets festival play. Highly recommended for jazz fans and film programmers, When Sunny Gets Blue screens this Saturday (5/4) as part of the Columbia Film Festival’s Program D at the Walter Reade Theater.

LFM GRADE: A

Posted on May 2nd, 2013 at 11:28am.