Somewhere (Sofia Coppola, 2010)

Stephen Dorff in Somewhere

Cast: Stephen Dorff, Elle Fannin, Chris Pontius, Michelle Monaghan, Kristina Shannon, Karissa Shannon. Screenplay: Sofia Coppola. Cinematography: Harris Savides. Production design: Anne Ross. Film editing: Sarah Flack. Music: Phoenix. 

Sofia Coppola's Somewhere is about a hollow man, a movie star played by Stephen Dorff who has fame and fortune but not much else in his life other than a lively 11-year-old daughter (Elle Fanning) from a failed marriage. When his ex-wife has a breakdown of some sort, he gets to see his daughter more often, and their relationship blossoms. But it's only a temporary alleviation of his deep ennui, a condition verging on anhedonia: He hires blonde twins to do pole dances in his hotel room but displays only polite enthusiasm for their performance. Once he even falls asleep during sex. Somewhere succeeds as a portrait of a man without a purpose in life, but it makes for challenging viewing -- it's hard to maintain interest in a character who isn't interested in anything. Coppola has clearly drawn on her own experience as the daughter of a celebrity, and that gives her film the grounding it needs. 

Nine Months (Chris Columbus, 1995)

Julianne Moore and Hugh Grant in Nine Months

Cast: Hugh Grant, Julianne Moore, Tom Arnold, Joan Cusack, Jeff Goldblum, Robin Williams, Mia Cottet. Screenplay: Chris Columbus, based on a screenplay by Patrick Braoudé. Cinematography: Donald McAlpine. Production design: Donald McAlpine. Film editing: Raja Gosnell, Stephen E. Rivkin. Music: Hans Zimmer.

Chris Columbus's Nine Months is a sometimes painfully unfunny attempt to blend slapstick with romantic comedy, centered on the notion that women in their 30s should get married and have children. So when Rebecca Taylor (Julianne Moore) discovers that her birth control has failed and she's pregnant, she and Sam Faulkner (Hugh Grant), who are living together, face the big decision. She's for it, and he's -- well, he's played by Grant at his most dithery. The rest of the film wobbles between treating the pregnancy as a real-life couple might and treating it as an excuse for knockabout scenes. In one of the latter, for example, Sam and his new friend Marty (Tom Arnold), get into a fight in a toy store with a man in a dinosaur suit (based on a then-popular kid's show about a purple dinosaur called Barrney). The movie climaxes in a fight in the delivery room that's supposed to be funny but is more than a little disturbing thanks to the presence of  Robin Williams as a Russian obstetrician who has unaccountably been allowed to practice in America and spouts a lot of probably ad-libbed gynecological malapropisms. But even when the film takes Rebecca's pregnancy seriously, it's just tedious. Grant did his career no good by mugging his way through the film, and skilled players like Moore, Jeff Goldblum, and Joan Cusack are wasted. 

Where the Truth Lies (Atom Egoyan, 2005)

Colin Firth and Kevin Bacon in Where the Truth Lies

Cast: Kevin Bacon, Colin Firth, Alison Lohman, David Hayman, Rachel Blanchard, Maury Chaykin, Sonja Bennett, Kristin Adams, Deborah Grover. Screenplay: Atom Egoyan, based on a novel by Rupert Holmes. Cinematography: Paul Sarossy. Production design: Phillip Barker. Film editing: Susan Shipton. Music: Mychael Danna. 

Confusion worse confounded. Atom Egoyan's whodunit Where the Truth Lies is miscast and muddled. First off, who would ever have cast Colin Firth and Kevin Bacon as a 1950s comedy team clearly modeled on Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis? Both actors make a go of it, being the professionals that they are, but they're battling the fact that neither of them is particularly known for their work in comedy. In the scenes where they're supposed to be performing, Bacon makes a few attempts at Lewis's spazz shtick, but Firth is simply a stiff. Worse is the casting of Alison Lohman as Karen, a journalist out to get the story of a young woman who was found dead in the hotel suite of the comedy team. Lohman has no weight or depth, and her voice, unfortunately entrusted with the narration, is thin and grating. Egoyan's decision to use flashbacks to unravel the complicated story is worsened by the fact that Lohman resembles Rachel Blanchard, who plays the victim, so that occasionally I was momentarily unsure which was which. There's a suicide and a sentimental aside involving the victim's mother which drag the film down just when we should in suspense about the solution to the crime, which itself lands unconvincingly. In short, a misfire from a usually reliable director. 

Death Is a Caress (Edith Carlmar, 1949)

Claus Wiese and Bjørg Riiser-Larsen in Death Is a Caress

Cast: Claus Wiese, Bjørg Riiser-Larsen, Eva Bergh, Ingolf Rogde, Einar Vaage, Brita Bigum, Sossen Krohg. Screenplay: Otto Carlar, based on a novel by Arne Moen. Cinematography: Kåre Bergstrøm, Ragnar Sørensen. Art direction: H.C. Hansen. Film editing: Olav Engebetsen. Music: Sverre Bergh. 

A cougar on the prowl snares a handsome garage mechanic and takes him back to her lair in the Norwegian noir Death Is a Caress. Edith Carlmar, the first woman to direct a Norwegian film, tells the story of the ill-fated liaison of Sonja Rentoft (Bjørg Riiser-Larsen) and Erik Hauge (Claus Weise) with considerable finesse. The sinners in the movie still get punished -- one with death, the other with imprisonment -- but it's a film that reflects how timid Hollywood's output was under the Production Code, which forbade things like showing a man and a woman in bed together as well as any mention of abortion, both of which Carlmar has no hesitation about including.  

54 (Mark Christopher, 1998)

Ryan Philippe in 54

Cast: Ryan Philippe, Mike Myers, Salma Hayek, Neve Campbell, Breckin Meyer, Sela Ward, Sherry Stringfield, Ellen Albertini Dow, Heather Matarazzo, Skipp Sudduth. Screenplay: Mark Christopher. Cinematography: Alexander Gruszynski. Production design: Kevin Thompson. Film editing: Lee Percy. Music: Marco Beltrami. 

Mark Christopher's 54 tells the old tale of the moth drawn to the flame who gets his wings singed. It's the story of Shane (Ryan Philippe), a Jersey boy drawn to the bright lights of Manhattan and particularly those of Studio 54, the pleasure palace run by Steve Rubell (Mike Myers). Despite all the sex and drugs, however, it's a tepid, tedious film -- or at least the one that went into release and is now being shown on the Criterion Channel is. It uses the expository crutch of a voice-over narration by Shane to tell how he and his friends Anita (Salma Hayek) and Greg (Brecking Meyer) became victims of Rubell's vices and venality, though it ends improbably with a presumably repentant Rubell returning from prison to be welcomed by them in a cleaned-up Studio 54. The film was a critical disaster, which writer-director Christopher blames on the meddling of producer Harvey Weinstein. But a "director's cut" now exists that is reportedly darker, tougher, and incidentally a lot queerer, one in which Shane is not quite the choirboy gone astray.  

Love (Dag Johan Haugerud, 2024)

Andrea Bræin Hovig and Tayo Cittadella Jacobsen in Love

Cast: Andrea Bræin Hovig, Tayo Cittadella Jacobsen, Marte Engebritsen, Lars Jacob Holm, Tomas Gullestad, Marian Saastad Ottesen, Morten Svartveit. Screenplay: Dag Johan Haugerud. Cinematography: Cecilie Semec. Production design: Tuva Hølmebakk. Film editing: Jens Christian Fodstad. Music: Peder Kjellsby. 

What do we talk about when we talk about love? Sex? Commitment? Fidelity? Selflessness? In Dag Johan Haugerud's engaging Love, part of his "Oslo trilogy," the characters talk about all of those things and sometimes act upon them. The film centers on Marianne (Andrea Bræin Hovig), a urologist, and Tor (Tayo Cittadella Jacobsen), a nurse, who meet after work on a commuter ferry from Oslo to the Nesodden peninsula. Tor reveals to Marianne that he's on Grindr and often uses it to meet other gay men on the ferry. He's happily unattached and enjoys talking with the men he meets almost as much as he does having sex with them. The conversation sparks something in Marianne: She's middle-aged and unmarried, which doesn't seem to bother her as much as it bothers her friends, who keep trying to set her up. In fact, she's on her way to meet an eligible divorcé her friend Heidi (Marte Engebritsen) thinks is a good match for her. Marianne goes on Tinder, trying out Tor's methods, and has a brief hookup with a passenger she meets that way. It doesn't work out quite as smoothly as Tor suggests it does, but then neither does Tor's encounter with Bjørn (Lars Jacob Holm), a psychologist who becomes a patient in the clinic where Marianne and Tor work. Haugerud's delicate, knowing approach to his characters makes Love work splendidly.   

Wuthering Heights (Andrea Arnold, 2011)

James Howson in Wuthering Heights

Cast: Kaya Scodelario, Shannon Beer, James Howson, Solomon Glave, Oliver Milburn, Nichola Burley, James Northcote, Lee Shaw, Amy Wren, Steve Evets, Paul Hilton, Simone Jackson, Michael Hughes. Screenplay: Andrea Arnold, Olivia Hetreed, based on a novel by Emily Brontë. Cinematography: Robbie Ryan. Production design: Helen Scott. Film editing: Nicholas Chaudeurge. 

Andrea Arnold captures some of the feverishness of Emily Brontë's novel in her version of Wuthering Heights, but it's lost in some fashionable camerawork, and her actors aren't quite up to the demands of the characters. Shannon Beer and Solomon Glave provide some of the feral quality of the young Cathy and Heathcliff, but their adult counterparts, Kaya Scodelario and James Howson, don't have the abandon that the doomed lovers of the novel should have. When not called on to provide literal darkness to evoke the emotional darkness of the book, or punch up moments of conflict with a jiggly hand-held camera, cinematographer Robbie Ryan does capture the bleak environment of the story. The Brontë novel is probably unfilmable without lopping off large parts of the book, and Arnold stops short of the brutal last section about Heathcliff's destructive decline. There are some clumsy intrusions of contemporary language, words that would never have been allowed to appear in print at the time the book was published, and a few outright anachronisms, like "okay" and calling one's belongings "stuff." The film does a few things right, like casting Black actors as Heathcliff, but its chief problem is that it's more than a little dull.

Five Star Final (Mervyn LeRoy, 1931)

Edward G. Robinson and Oscar Apfel in Five Star Final

Cast: Edward G. Robinson, Marian Marsh, H.B. Warner, Anthony Bushell, George E. Stone, Frances Starr, Ona Munson, Boris Karloff, Aline MacMahon, Oscar Apfel. Screenplay: Byron Morgan, Robert Loird, based on a play by Louis Weitzenkorn. Cinematography: Sol Polito. Art direction: Jack Okey. Film editing: Frank Ware. 

Part of Mervyn LeRoy's Five Star Final is brisk and lively, and part of it is stiff and stagy. Edward G. Robinson plays Randall, managing editor of a New York tabloid called The Evening Gazette. Randall is being pressured by the paper's editor, circulation manager, and advertising sales director to increase circulation by printing a series about a murder that took place 20 years ago, in which a woman named Nancy Voorhees (Frances Starr) shot her boss when he reneged on a promise to marry her. She was acquitted of the crime because she was pregnant, but the sensation of the trial lingers in memory. Randall marshals his reporters, including a rather sinister one named Isopod (Boris Karloff), to find out whatever happened to Nancy. They discover that she's alive and happily married to Michael Townsend (H.B. Warner) who knows her story and has been willing to raise her daughter, Jenny (Marian Marsh) as his own. Moreover, Jenny is about to get married to Philip Weeks (Anthony Bushell), from a prominent family. Sensationally flogging the story has dire consequences for all concerned. Unfortunately, the melodramatic scenes that take place in the Townsend household are the ones we are supposed to believe in and take to heart, wrecking the tone of the movie. The entertaining ones in the newspaper office, filled with colorful characters and full of snappy repartee of the kind the Production Code would suppress, are the ones that bring Five Star Final to life. Robinson and Karloff are fine, and Aline MacMahon as Randall's secretary gets to pull off some memorable lines. When a Jewish reporter threatens to change his name to advance his career, she shoots back: "Don't do it, kid. New York's too full of Christians as it is." 

Brideshead Revisited (Julian Jarrold, 2008)

Ben Whishaw and Matthew Goode in Brideshead Revisited

Cast: Matthew Goode, Ben Whishaw, Hayley Atwell, Emma Thompson, Patrick Malahide, Michael Gambon, Greta Scacchi, Ed Stoppard, Felicity Jones, Jonathan Cake. Screenplay: Andrew Davies, Jeremy Brock, based on a novel by Evelyn Waugh. Cinematography: Jess Hall. Production design: Alice Normington. Film editing: Chris Gill. Music: Adrian Johnston. 

Julian Jarrold's version of Brideshead Revisited pales in comparison to the classic 1981 miniseries. Despite a greater emphasis on the queerness of the relationship of Charles Ryder (Matthew Goode) and Sebastian Flyte (Ben Whishaw), Jarrold's film comes across as tepid and talky. Goode and Whishaw are well-cast, and they get impressive support from Emma Thompson as Lady Marchmain, Michael Gambon as her estranged husband, and Patrick Malahide as Charles's remotely vague father. But the film feels rushed as it tries to encompass the events of Evelyn Waugh's novel while trying to illuminate the book's complex manipulations of faith and family that span decades. 

Death Proof (Quentin Tarantino, 2007)

Zoë Bell in Death Proof

Cast: Kurt Russell, Zoë Bell, Rosario Dawson, Vanessa Ferlito, Sydney Tamiia Poitier, Tracie Thoms, Rose McGowan, Jordan Ladd, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Quentin Tarantino, Mary Harriel, Eli Roth. Screenplay: Quentin Tarantino. Cinematography: Quentin Tarantino. Production design: Steve Joyner. Film editing: Sally Menke. 

Quentin Tarantino's parody of quick-and-dirty "grindhouse" movies, Death Proof, is sometimes dirty but not always quick enough. It's almost two hours long, when the originals were rarely more than an hour and a half. Kurt Russell plays a psychotic killer, an aging stuntman who uses his "deathproofed" car as a weapon against young women. Eventually, of course, it's young women who get their revenge against him. But we have to wait a long time for that revenge to take place, as it does after a spectacular car chase. It's a movie for Tarantino fans and people who like to see fast cars destroyed.