Montreal Film Journal


sex, lies, and videotape 64
[ Peter Gallagher cheats on wife Andie McDowell with her sister Laura San Giacomo. Long-haired yuppie scum James Spader comes to town with a camera and a near-clinical interest in women's sexuality and voilà: sex, lies, and videotape. Palme d'Or winner, one of the most lucrative and influential independent pictures ever made, the debut of filmmaker Steven Soderbergh... That's a lot of baggage for such a small film. The way it turns on the audience only through suggestion is something special and the writing, direction and performances are good enough, but ultimately this just isn't that deep or affecting a movie. It's intriguing and worth seeing, but don't expect the masterpiece it's reputed as. ]

Kafka 68
[ Jeremy Irons stars as Kafka, an office clerk (and writer on the side) who stumbles upon a sinister conspiracy while inquiring the disappearance of a co-worker. This is a taut psychological thriller, establishing a paranoid mood through expressionistic B&W photography and an ominous Cliff Martinez score but daring to occasionally break out of it for bits of acerbic comic relief and even a colorful (literally!) sci-fi set piece. This is like a waking nightmare, full of "petty tyrants", anarchists and mutants. Some of the film puzzled me, but only inasmuch as to make me want to read Kafka's actual writing. ]

King of the Hill 75
[ Whoa, quite the change of pace! After the B&W fear and loathing of "Kafka", we go into the sunny St. Louis childhood of a 12 year old Aaron Kurlander as he dreams of adventures with Charles Lindbergh, plays marbles, breeds canaries, collects cigar bands, dances with girls for the first time and interacts with the other residents of the hotel where his rapidly shrinking family lives, notably Adrien Brody, Spalding Gray and Lauryn Hill. The third act is a bummer, with suicide, eviction, sickness, police raids, hunger and more combining to drive Aaron nearly crazy. This gorgeously photographed and scored slice of lyrical whimsy is sort of a pit stop between 1970s Terrence Malick and 2000s David Gordon Green and, while it's not quite on that level, it is a heartwarming little movie impressively carried by Jesse Bradford, endearing as the Fred Savage to these Depression-era "Wonder Years". ]

Underneath 71
[ Peter Gallagher plays a former gambler who unwisely rekindles with his ex-girlfriend, who's now engaged to a shady club owner (William Fichtner), and somehow winds up getting involved in an armored car robbery. In the commentary track to the "Schizopolis" DVD, as Soderbergh talks about the movies he directed previously, his only mention of "Underneath" is as "a fourth film that I can't remember the name of." Wow, the film is underrated even by its own director! This might not be a major work, but this mood piece disguising as a thriller (a remake of the 1949 noir "Criss Cross") displays all the stylish craftsmanship and deft storytelling we expect of Soderbergh. ]

Gray's Anatomy 80
[ It starts like an educational documentary. One after the other, various people tell the camera about how they injured their eyes. This is like the most terrifying horror for me, as I have problematic vision already and I'm paranoid about going blind. Then we get to Spalding Gray, who starts telling his own eye story from hell, with tangents about Christian Science, Indian sweat lodges, Nutritional ophthalmology and Filipino psychic surgeons. It's really hard to define the overall experience. It's not quite a documentary, not quite a filmed one-man show... Whatever it is, it's fascinating. Gray is a genius storyteller, funny and depressing at the same time, not unlike Larry David. "Gray's Anatomy" is not what one usually thinks of as a movie, but it's definitely cinematic, with Soderbergh using all kinds of lighting and editing techniques to illustrate Gray's monologues. ]

Schizopolis 85
[ "Ladies and Gentlemen, young and old. This may seem an unusual procedure, speaking to you before the picture begins, but we have an unusual subject. Turn. When I say that this is the most important motion picture you will ever attend, my motivation is not financial gain, but a firm belief that the delicate fabric that holds all of us together will be ripped apart unless every man, woman and child in this country sees this film and pays full ticket price not some bargain matinee cut-rate deal. Turn. In the event that you find certain sequences or ideas confusing; please bear in mind that this is your fault not ours. You will need to see the picture again and again until you understand everything. Turn. In closing, I want to assure you that no expense was incurred bringing this motion picture to your theater. And now, filmed in its entirety, and proven to heal minor cuts and abrasions, we proudly present... Schizopolis!"

No wonder Soderbergh (mostly) abandoned artsy indie cinema for Hollywood flicks after this film. You just can't get more unrestrained and out there than this. It feels like Soderbegh put every idea he's ever had in this film, even the stupidest – ESPECIALLY the stupidest! This is almost punk rock in its anti-conventions attitude, as meta as anything Charlie Kaufman would ever write (Soderbergh plays two different characters as Nic Cage does in "Adaptation") and filled with more non sequiturs than a Burroughs-penned, Godard-helmed Monty Python movie would be. Self-indulgent? You bet, but "Schizopolis" is also more entertaining than it has any right to be.

"Dear attractive woman number 2, only once in my life have I responded to a person the way I've responded to you, but I've forgotten when it was or even if it was in fact me that responded. I may not know much, but I know that the wind sings your name endlessly, although with a slight lisp that makes it difficult to understand if I'm standing near an air conditioner. I know that your hair sits atop your head as though it could sit nowhere else. I know that your figure would make a sculptor cast aside his tools, injuring his assistant who was looking out the window instead of paying attention. I know that your lips are as full as that sexy french model's that I desperately want to fuck. I know that if for an instant I could have you lie next to me, or on top of me, or sit on me, or stand over me and shake, then I would be the happiest man in my pants. I know all of this, and yet you do not know me. Change your life; accept my love. Or, at least let me pay you to accept it." ]

Out of Sight 92
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The Limey 84
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Erin Brockovich 65
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Traffic 90
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Ocean's Eleven 92
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Full Frontal 28
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Solaris 60
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Ocean's Twelve 43
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Bubble 93
[ What a deceptive film! It was announced as an ultra low-budget experimental flick with amateur actors, which sounds awful. But right from the first few minutes, you can tell that this is Soderbergh at the top of his game, both visually (he shoots almost all of his movies himself under the alias Peter Andrews) and in the way he handles actors - this is no "Full Frontal" jerk-off side project. And while small town factory workers seem banal as opposed to the smooth criminals that often populate Soderbergh's movies, the fact that they're manufacturing dolls instantly adds this wholly creepy vibe. Making human-like artefacts out of plastic? Definitely creepy. Thematically, this ties into how the characters are like humans stuck in plastic, shopworn existences... Most moonlight at other jobs as well, plus they have folks to take care of at home. This is a heartbreakingly sad story, with an understated love triangle that, again, is deceptive: the sadness doesn't come from where you expect. I can't say what it is exactly that's so goddamn brilliant about this movie, and I don't wanna oversell it by invoking Kubrick or Hitchcock. But I would definitely say that this is like the best film Haneke has never made. You got the same deceivingly simple mise en scène, the constant underlying tension/creepiness and the balance between grand tragedy and everyday routine; this is basically the Americana answer to "Caché". Or a fully realized execution of what Van Sant's been aiming at lately. The somewhat sedated performances from Debbie Doebereiner as Martha, Dustin Ashley as Kyle, Misty Wilkins as Rose, K. Smith as Jake and the rest of this small cast all work towards making you feel that this is a chronicle of nothingness but then, when something does happen, the relative void that came before becomes fascinatingly mysterious and you genuinely have no idea where the hell this is going. ]

The Good German 77
[ The B&W cinematography, art direction and score are all a flawless throwback to the filmmaking style of the 1940s. While Tobey Maguire delivers an intense but contemporary seeming performance, George Clooney is right at home as the Bogart-like protagonist and Cate Blanchett perfectly channels Dietrich. The movie isn't just an exercise in style, though. Soderbergh mixes things up by being franker in his handling of sex, violence and profanity. More importantly, the film uses the benefit of hindsight in its exploration of a key moment in history, the 1945 Peace Conference around war-torn Berlin and the backdoor dealings surrounding it. "The Good German" is a complex morality play in which things are far from black and white - the Germans and Russians are not necessarily all bad, and the Americans are certainly not all good. The muted tone, deliberate pace and staged feel might turn off moviegoers who don't care that these are part of an intentional attempt to make an old-fashioned talkie. But, even though the love story is nowhere near as involving as the one in "Casablanca" and there is no presence as powerful as Orson Welles in "The Third Man", Soderbergh's homage to those classics should still be pure pleasure for fans of Hollywood's Golden Age. ]

Ocean's Thirteen 52
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Che 94
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The Girlfriend Experience 61
[ Last year, I put Soderbergh in my personal pantheon of the 10 most important filmmakers of the past decade, and that was before I even saw "Che", which ended up being my favorite movie of the year. One thing I pointed out at the time was that Soderbergh is one of the most productive directors around and even though his output can be uneven, you always feel that he's trying to challenge himself. So after making one of the most epic pictures of this era, we find him going back to making an ultra low budget, spontaneous little indie flick, in which a high-end escort (porn star Sasha Grey, in her first "legit" role) goes about her daily routine of entertaining rich men and, the film being set in late 2008, hearing them worry about the financial crisis and various business issues. This juxtaposition of interpersonal matters and economic concerns is rather Godardesque, which can be a mixed blessing (the line is thin between thoughtful and tedious). Likewise, as much as I enjoy Soderbergh's use of fractured storytelling and impressionistic cinematography, I didn't really get anything out of the protagonist or out of any of the other characters, unlike in "Bubble", which managed to be both understated and extremely moving. This? Not so much. ]

The Informant! 73
[ In the most superficial, reductive way, I suppose one could connect this new Soderbergh film to his "Erin Brockovich", as both are about an individual taking on large-scaled corporate malfeasance. Now, this is where the comparision stops, because "The Informant!" just might be the filmmaker's most peculiar, oddball flick since "Schizopolis". Like that underrated picture, this loose adaptation of the Kurt Eichenwald nonfiction book follows a neurotic, somewhat goofy protagonist and is filled with non sequiturs, to the point where the actual plot, which involves a price-fixing conspiracy in the agri-business industry, barely matters. The interest of the film lies in the fact that the man who blew the whistle on it, played here by a pudgy Matt Damon sporting a mustache, glasses and a hairpiece, might think that he's a character in a Crichton novel or Tom Cruise in "The Firm", but he in fact turns out to be either a complete idiot, a compulsive liar or both at the same time! Add to that voice-over narration by Damon that's mostly made up of stream of consciousness random thoughts and a wonderfully old-fashioned, ridiculously upbeat Marvin Hamlisch score and you get a movie that's the farthest thing from an earnest, straightforward based-on-a-true-story drama. ]