Month: August 2013

By Joe Bendel. There are two Cuba’s: one for well-heeled Euro tourists, and one for Cubans. When the two worlds mix, it often means trouble for the locals. One Cuban teen understands that only too well. Indeed, he has all kinds of reasons to flee the police state on a ramshackle raft and a hurried prayer. Shot on location in Cuba, yet somehow still reflecting the country’s tragic real life circumstances, Lucy Mulloy’s Una Noche will transport audiences to the island dictatorship when it opens tomorrow in New York.

Raul is more or less a delinquent, but it is hard to judge him harshly once you know his backstory. After years of servicing the tourist trade, his aging prostitute mother has contracted AIDS. Despite all that great free healthcare, Raul is still forced to buy her medicine on the black market. Always skirting the law, he has finally attracted serious police attention. He and his mate Elio had planned to try their luck with the Florida Straights in due time, but Raul’s wanted status compels him to move up the timetable.

It will be hard for them both to leave Lila. Elio has always had an unusually close and supportive relationship with his younger sister. In contrast, Raul hardly knows her, but he has carried a torch for the Tae Kwon Do student from afar. Nevertheless, they are prepared to depart by themselves, until the intuitive teen crashes their party.

Una Noche could be considered a case of life imitating art imitating life. The narrative was inspired by the story of a harrowing attempted crossing that would be spoilery to relate in detail. Subsequently, two of Mulloy’s three diamond-in-the-rough principles eventually defected to America while en route to participate in Una Noche’s Tribeca press junket. It is not hard to see why, from Mulloy’s documentary-like street scenes.

It is not just the generally decrepit and unsanitary conditions of life outside the tourist enclaves that is so oppressive in Una Noche. Mulloy captures the secret police at work, conveying all the fear and anxiety they generate. When asked at a special screening why the Cuban government would allow permits for such an honest and unflattering production, she speculated they were perversely pleased with the tragic ending, seeing it as a tool to promote submission to state authority. It is hard to argue with her line of reasoning, especially given the extent of her first hand experience.

Mulloy, a legitimately independent filmmaker, guides her earnest young cast through some first rate performances. Perhaps Dariel Arechaga (the one who showed up on time at Tribeca) makes the strongest, edgiest impression as Raul, the nervy live wire. Although it is a more tightly controlled performance, Anailín de la Rúa de la Torre is not far behind him as the slow burning Lila. Convincingly repressed, Javier Núñez Florián’s Elio is perfectly solid in the more subservient, less showy role of the trio.

Do not be put off by the “Spike Lee Presents” business. Mulloy admirably holds up a mirror to the reality of Cuba today. Unfortunately, she risks undermining the film with some creepy sexual matter that might come across like overkill to some viewers, whereas others might consider it a strange attempt to fetishize the characters’ desperate poverty. As a result, Una Noche can only be recommended for mature adults. However, those who can handle an occasional bit of grossness should definitely check it out. Intense and forthright, Una Noche opens tomorrow (8/23) in New York at the IFC Center.

LFM GRADE: B

Posted on August 22nd, 2013 at 10:50am.

By Joe Bendel. Ip Man has become a transcendent hero. All the films and stories about him are true, even when they contradict each other, because we need his example of heroic humility. Ip was a master of the southern style of kung fu known as Wing Chun. Settling in Hong Kong after the Communist takeover, he became the city’s most prominent martial arts teacher. He often lived a hand-to-mouth existence, but he attained a measure of immortality through his celebrated student, Bruce Lee. Posterity will not be so kind to the northern school, for classically tragic reasons revealed in The Grandmaster, Wong Kar Wai’s eagerly anticipated take on Ip Man, the man and the legend, which opens this Friday in New York.

Born to a life of privilege, Ip Man has become the leading proponent of the Wing Chun school of kung fu. For Grandmaster Gong Baosen of the northern 64 Hands school, Ip is a fitting sparring partner for his grand retirement tour. In observance of custom, challenges are made and met with grace. However, Gong’s intensely loyal daughter Gong Er is determined to take matters further. When she and Ip spar, it makes a profound impression on them both. No longer mere rivals, an ambiguous but palpable mutual attraction develops between them. Ip plans to travel north to see Gong and her 64 Hands style again, but the Japanese invasion rudely intervenes.

The occupation years will be difficult for both non-lovers. Ip and his wife Zhang Yongcheng will mourn their children who succumb to starvation, while Gong Er watches in horror as Ma San, her father’s last great pupil-turned Japanse collaborator, usurps the 64 Hands. Years later, Ip Man and Gong Er will meet again in Hong Kong, but their wartime decisions will continue to keep them apart.

Considering how long fans have waited, it is almost impossible for Grandmaster to live up to expectations, but happily it comes pretty close. Although separate and distinct from the Ip Man franchise distributed by Well Go USA, “Little” Tony Leung Chiu Wai has the perfect look and gravitas for the celebrated master, nicely finding his niche as the experienced leading man Ip Man, in between Donnie Yen’s young, confident Ip and Anthony Wong’s elder statesman Ip. Pushed and prodded by Wong, Leung arguably does some of his best martial arts work yet, but he also conveys the essence of the acutely disciplined Ip.

As good as Leung is, Ziyi Zhang more or less takes over the picture and that’s totally cool. She even gets the big pivotal fight scene, which delivers in spades. A haunting and seductive presence, she brings out genuinely Shakespearean dimensions in Gong.

As a martial arts film, Grandmaster offers plenty of show-stopping sequences, clearly and fluidly staged with only a hint of the extreme stylization that marked Wong’s Ashes of Time Redux. Surprisingly, though, the film is as much a lyrical epic of love and yearning. Indeed, the snowy northern climes and train station settings call to mind Doctor Zhivago more than Enter the Dragon. Of course, Wong fully understands the power of a passing glance and incidental touch, exquisitely conveying the perverse satisfaction of denial.

The Grandmaster is a very good film that should please genre fans and art house audiences in equal measure. It is probably the Ziyi Zhang, Tony Leung, and Wong Kar Wai collaboration we have hoped for since 2046. A sensitive but muscular portrait of Bruce Lee’s great master, it is a worthy addition to the Ip Man canon. Highly recommended, The Grandmaster opens this Friday (8/23) in New York at the Angelika Film Center and the AMC Empire.

LFM GRADE: A

Posted on August 21st, 2013 at 2:48pm.

By Joe Bendel. Bo Wah Chuen’s chronicle is somewhat like the flipside of a James Clavell novel.  The adopted son of “Tanka” boat people, Bo would become the first Chinese Taipan of the British Imperial East India Company—sort of. Issues of identity will hound the Horatio Alger character throughout Yim Ho’s “based on a true story” Floating City, which releases on DVD and Blu-ray today from Well Go USA.

Images of Hong Kong’s hardscrabble harbor community have become iconic, but they always represented the bottom rung of the Crown Colony’s social ladder. As a mixed race baby adopted by a Tanka family, Bo was the lowest of the low. His mother was ethnic Chinese. His father was not. At the time, Bo’s adoptive parents projected the need for another son to work with his father. However, his parents proved to be more fertile than the early 1960’s economy. As a result, several of Bo’s younger siblings are sent to a Christian orphanage while the family struggles to right itself.

Bo’s path to success will not be a straight uphill climb. He will drop out of elementary school several times, when already a young man of working age. His fortunes will turn when the East India Company hires him as an office boy. Yet, even then it will take years for his virtue to be rewarded, as he labors under Dick Callahan, a ridiculously caricatured lout, who oozes racism from every sweaty pore. Nonetheless, Bo will eventually catch the eye of the last British Taipan and earn the confidence of Fion Hwang, a mover-and-shaker who will tutor him in the particulars of Hong Kong power politics. It all leads to feelings of increasing inadequacy for his shy Tanka wife Tai, especially the part about the glamorous Hwang.

As the future Taipan, Aaron Kwok does not look the least little bit British, let alone a full half, despite the bizarre red tinting applied to his hair. Regardless, this just might be the role of career. Frankly, many who closely follow Asian cinema might be surprised the Cantopop star had it in him. Even though he is stuck rhetorically asking “who am I?” far too often, he gives a slow burning, fully dimensional performance as the driven outsider of outsiders. Kwok and Yim walk quite the fine line, never allowing Bo to sell out his self-respect, yet maintaining a distinctly flexible approach to his corporate superiors.

Beyond Kwok, Floating’s ensemble is a mixed bag, leaning more towards the positive side of the ledger. Both Josie Ho and Nina Paw are quite touching as Bo’s younger and older adoptive mother, respectively. Annie Liu is also a smart, luminous presence as Hwang, but you have to wonder what kind of expat dive bar they go to in order to recruit western actors like this. Egads, can’t any of them pull off a simple line reading?

Over the course of the film, Floating‘s anti-British biases get a bit tiresome, but its treatment of Christianity is considerably more nuanced. In fact, Yim and co-writer Marco Pong clearly suggest it greatly contributes to the perseverance of Bo’s sainted mother.

Ultimately, comparisons to Clavell are rather apt, considering Floating’s large cast of characters and decades-spanning narrative. It has its flaws, but Kwok is a far more memorable Taipan than Bryan Brown or Pierce Brosnan (at least the former had Joan Chen’s support). Many cineastes will forgive the clunky bits, taking satisfaction from HK New Wave veteran Yim’s return to ambitious, large scale filmmaking. Worth checking out as a rags-to-riches tale with considerable local color, Floating City is now available for home viewing options from Well Go USA.

LFM GRADE: B-

Posted on August 21st, 2013 at 2:35pm.

By Joe Bendel. Ward Allen was like a grown-up version of Huck Finn.  The heir to one of Savannah’s largest plantations, Allen willingly renounced a life of privilege for a wild and woolly existence supplying fresh game to the city’s markets.  Unfortunately, the march of progress will not heed the angry editorials penned by the “Buffalo Bill of the River” in Annette Haywood-Carter’s Savannah, which opens this Friday in New York.

The Oxford educated Allen had a talent for blasting ducks out of the sky. Christmas Moultrie was a close second. Savannah’s last child born into bondage, Moultrie had a long history with Allen’s family that evolved into a close camaraderie with Ward. While this rather puzzles some of Allen’s would-be peers, his open defiance of modern game regulations often leads to more pressing problems with the law. Despite his roguish carousing, Allen catches the eye of Lucy Stubbs, the headstrong daughter of Savannah’s least amused old money family.

Sadly, Allen was not cut out for the modern world, as viewers can easily deduce from the flashback structure. Still, he left behind some colorful stories that Moultrie never tires of retelling in his twilight years. In fact, those anecdotes formed the basis of John “Jack” Eugene Cay Jr.’s Ward Allen: Savannah River Market Hunter, the historical monograph on which Savannah is partly based. Initially the Cay Family’s guide on river excursions, Moultrie forged a close relationship with the Cays that led to Savannah the film, co-produced and financed by Cay’s son, John.

Considering both Cays appear as characters in the wrap-around segments, it will be tempting for critics to dismiss Savannah as a vanity adaptation of a vanity publication, but there is more to it than that. Frankly, it is an intriguing example of how tall tales and legends are passed down and codified in the digital age. The relationship between Moultrie and both Allen and the Cays is also quite touching. The near total lack of racial tension, aside from a flashback to Moultrie’s childhood, is obviously difficult to buy, but Savannah’s apolitical stance is frankly rather refreshing.

It is also easy to understand why Haywood-Carter was attracted to Allen as a historical and dramatic character. Temperamentally too much of an anarchist to be considered a Southern Agrarian, Allen’s advocacy of a more natural, less mechanized lifestyle may well resonate with contemporary audiences (who do their hunting and gathering at Whole Foods).

Jim Caviezel is surprisingly charismatic as the reckless, larger than life Allen. A bit of a departure for the Person of Interest star, he clearly seems to enjoy Allen’s boozing and bombastic Shakespeare quoting. Hal Holbrooke also appears to be having a ball as Judge Harden, the acerbic jurist who passed the bar and was appointed to the bench only to spend most of his career trying Allen for hunting season violations.

Evidently the circumstances surrounding Allen’s marriage are the best sourced elements of the film, but they are also the dullest. Nevertheless, Jaimie Alexander plays her with some welcome attitude and backbone. However, Chiwetel Ejiofor’s Moultrie mostly just stands about, looking vaguely pained by Allen’s self-destructive behavior. On the other hand, he contributes the eerie blues rendition of “Wade in the Water” heard over the final credits.

The American South is often shortchanged by Hollywood films that too often reduce the culturally fertile region to a burning cross. The reality was much more complicated than that. At least Haywood-Carter and her co-screenwriter Kenneth F. Carter take a stab at a more balanced portrayal, but the results are certainly mixed. Mainly recommended for those looking for the PBS Masterpiece Classic version of History Channel’s swamp people reality programming, Savannah opens this Friday (8/23) in New York at the AMC Empire, as well as theaters throughout the southeast.

LFM GRADE: C+

Posted on August 21st, 2013 at 2:32pm.