A blog formerly known as Bookishness / By Charles Matthews

"Dazzled by so many and such marvelous inventions, the people of Macondo ... became indignant over the living images that the prosperous merchant Bruno Crespi projected in the theater with the lion-head ticket windows, for a character who had died and was buried in one film and for whose misfortune tears had been shed would reappear alive and transformed into an Arab in the next one. The audience, who had paid two cents apiece to share the difficulties of the actors, would not tolerate that outlandish fraud and they broke up the seats. The mayor, at the urging of Bruno Crespi, explained in a proclamation that the cinema was a machine of illusions that did not merit the emotional outbursts of the audience. With that discouraging explanation many ... decided not to return to the movies, considering that they already had too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings."
--Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

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Showing posts with label Marielle Heller. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marielle Heller. Show all posts

Saturday, March 1, 2025

Nightbitch (Marielle Heller, 2024)

Amy Adams in Nightbitch

Cast: Amy Adams, Scoot McNairy, Arleigh Snowden, Emmett Snowden, Jessica Harper, Zoë Chao, Mary Holland, Archana Rajan. Screenplay: Marielle Heller, based on a novel by Rachel Yoder. Cinematography: Brandon Trost. Production design: Karen Murphy. Film editing: Ann McCabe. Music: Nate Heller. 

Once upon a time, there was a woman so exhausted by the demands of motherhood that she turned into a dog. That's pretty much the premise of Nightbitch, a somewhat muddled movie that gets what coherence it has from Amy Adams's performance as the unnamed character called Mother in the credits. (Similarly, Scoot McNairy's character is known only as Husband and their 2-year-old child -- played by the precocious twins Arleigh and Emmett Snowden -- as Son.) Sometimes the transformation is literal, as in a body horror moment in which Mother discovers she is growing a tail, but mostly, as they say, it's all in her head. This fable breaks no new ground for treatments of the very real difficulties in maintaining one's sanity while raising a child, and it slops into a lame resolution at the end, satire slumping into movie convention.   

Wednesday, October 23, 2019

Can You Ever Forgive Me? (Marielle Heller, 2018)


Can You Ever Forgive Me? (Marielle Heller, 2018)

Cast: Melissa McCarthy, Richard E. Grant, Dolly Wells, Ben Falcone, Gregory Korostishevsky, Jane Curtin, Stephen Spinella, Christian Navarro, Anna Deavere Smith. Screenplay: Nicole Holofcener, Jeff Whitty. Cinematography: Brandon Trost. Production design: Stephen H. Carter. Film editing: Anne McCabe. Music: Nate Heller.

Malcontents make for good movie material -- just look at the success of Todd Phillips's Joker, a current box office hit despite decidedly mixed reviews. Not that Lee Israel, the subject of Can You Ever Forgive Me? has much in common with the psychotic character played (some would say overplayed) by Joaquin Phoenix. Lee is just a little larcenous, not murderous. But she has a similarly sour view of humankind, which she feels has rejected her talents as a writer. She looks to get even with the literary world -- and to shore up her dwindling income -- by forging letters from the likes of Fanny Brice, Noël Coward, and Dorothy Parker. And she has just enough talent to bring it off. Melissa McCarthy is superb in the role, which earned her an Oscar nomination; she knows when to soften Lee's hard edges, so that we don't lose complete sympathy for her. And it helps that she has the fine character actor Richard E. Grant, who also got an Oscar nomination, to play off of: Grant's seedy gay layabout, Jack Hock, is just a few moral levels below Lee, making him the perfect foil for her character. Can You Ever Forgive Me? is only Marielle Heller's second film as a director, and it's nicely paced, except for a few moments when it feels as if something has been left on the cutting-room floor. The introduction of Anna Deavere Smith as Elaine, Lee's friend and apparently her former lover, seems to come out of nowhere and linger there awkwardly. But Heller also handles the sexual tension that develops between Lee and Anna (Dolly Wells), the bookseller who buys Lee's first forgery, with subtlety: We sense Anna's quiet disappointment when Lee walks away from her shy attempt to make a move. Can You Forgive Me? feels a little ragged in its resolution, as if the film has run out of story to tell once Lee has been caught, and it ends with the usual title summaries of what happened to the real-life Lee and Jack, a crutch that biographical films too often rely on. But it's full of witty moments and performers who make the most of them.