The Vaccine War

Fifteen years ago, it certainly wouldn’t have seemed likely to your average fan of MTV’s Singled Out, but Jenny McCarthy has become the most recognizable public face of the anti-vaccine movement, owing to her eight-year-old autistic son, and belief that overly aggressive vaccinations play a part in the onset and spread of autism. So it comes to be that she’s on the cover of The Vaccine War, along with then-boyfriend Jim Carrey.

A one-hour documentary, The Vaccine War goes behind the lines in a growing national debate over vaccines and their impact on our health. Public health scientists and clinicians tout vaccines as one of the greatest achievements of modern medicine, but for many ordinary Americans vaccines have become controversial. Young parents are concerned at the sheer number of shots — some two dozen or more inoculations for 14 different diseases by age six. Some advocacy groups, like McCarthy’s Generation Rescue, argue that vaccines are no longer a public health miracle but instead a scourge — responsible for alarming rises in disorders like ADHD and autism. With scientific medicine and the public health establishment on one side and a populist coalition of parents, celebrities, politicians and activists on the other, it’s a din unlikely to die down any time soon. While short on concrete answers, The Vaccine War provides ample platform for debate, and at least sparks thought and lively conversation. If those things are of interest to you, you might be intrigued by this title.

Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case, The Vaccine War comes to DVD with an English language Dolby stereo audio track. There are unfortunately no supplemental bonus features, save some recommended Internet links. To order a copy of the documentary, phone (800) PLAY-PBS, or click here. Alternately, to purchase the DVD via Amazon, meanwhile, click here. B (Movie) D (Disc)

Middle Men

Starring Luke Wilson, Giovanni Ribisi, Gabriel Macht and Laura Ramsey, co-writer-director George Gallo’s Middle Men is a rangy immorality tale and crime drama inspired by the true story of a mid-1990s company that revolutionized the peddling of pornography online. The film has energy and some sleazy fun around the edges, but critically fails to ever locate a sincere and deeply lasting feeling, be it titillation or trepidation. It’s also dinged mightily by Wilson’s performance, sad to say. For the full review, from Screen International, click here. (Paramount, R, 112 minutes)

The Tillman Story

Filmmaker Amir Bar-Lev follows up the fascinating My Kid Could Paint That with this unsettling, emotionally affecting look behind the curtain of American mythmaking — a film that examines the truth behind NFL player-turned-soldier Pat Tillman’s April 2004 death in Afghanistan from friendly fire, and exposes the high-level Army cover-up (and, yes, grinning, flag-waving media complicity) in knowingly packaging a phony version of this event as a heroic adjunct in a two-for-one narrative about noble wars of necessity.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, those with an abiding interest in the intersection of media, politics and the particular history of American aggression will certainly find the movie gripping on that level, but it’s also affecting in nearly a dozen ways both specific (familial) and broader (rousing one’s independent-minded patriotic ire at such overt governmental manipulation). Interview footage with comrades provides a clear-eyed view of the tragedy itself, while family reminiscences give heartrending color to Tillman’s ghost. Some of the archival material is bracing (Tillman’s younger brother, Richard, strides to the podium to eulogize him with beer in hand, and pointedly tells the assembled pro-military crowd, including John McCain, “He’s not in heaven — he’s fucking dead”), and agonizingly illustrates the often hidden personal toll of what is now a war nearing a decade in length — in this case a family torn asunder once, and then re-traumatized through the betrayal of their government. Powerful and thought-provoking, The Tillman Story is sure to be on the documentary short-list for Academy Award consideration. For more information, click here. (Weinstein Company, R, 94 minutes)

The Oxford Murders

Based on Guillermo Martinez’s award-winning novel, The Oxford Murders is an unlikely thriller, given its narrative investment in number theory and logical series. And the result, adapted by director Álex de la Iglesia and pitched at a breakneck, didactic clip, absent any sensible, modulated emotional investment in the characters or material, falls flat, accordingly. What wants to be a gumshoe Sherlock Holmes-ian tale with a hearty pinch of The Da Vinci Code‘s symbology never coalesces into anything more than a grating cinematic hybrid exercise, in which convoluted academic deduction enjoys the warmth of esteem and respect despite an increasing gulf between it and simple narrative logic.

The story deposits Martin (Elijah Wood), a young American graduate student, in England, where he’s just arrived at Oxford University, hoping to be a pupil of Arthur Seldom (John Hurt), a prestigious professor of logic and mathematics. When Martin’s elderly, terminally ill landlady is apparently murdered, the police initially focus on her daughter Beth (Julie Cox), but Seldom and Martin have a connection to the woman as well, having discovered the body together, and the former posits that hers is the first in a series of murders linked by strange symbols. Ergo, professor and student join forces to try and crack the code, setting into motion an elaborate game, even as the motivations of the alleged killer remain blurry.

The Oxford Murders goes to considerable lengths to establish and play up a litany of possible suspects, including Beth; a squash-playing nurse, Lorna (Leonor Watling, above), with a romantic connection to both Seldom and Martin; an oddball fellow student of Martin’s, Yuri (Burn Gorman); and the Christian fundamentalist father (Dominique Pinon) of a terminally ill little girl. A shame, then, that the suspense elements never catch fire, since we don’t really come to know any of the victims, and it’s posited early on that those targeted will be already close to death, for labyrinthine reasons related to the chain of symbols, and how the killer wishes to challenge Seldom.

Owing probably to both its novelistic roots and the nature of the material, the film possesses a certain breezy if at times self-satisfied intelligence and ambition, but almost nothing about the manner in which characters meet and interact seems to fit comfortably within the recognizably real world, and so the movie’s entire mystery plot feels like a hammy put-on almost from the get-go. When Martin meets Beth and her mother, huge chunks of expository dialogue are unleashed, and it becomes readily apparent that characters are going to behave in ways that feed (or obscure) a given plot point, rather than comes across as genuine. A couple scenes later, as Martin makes a play to attract Seldom as a thesis advisor, a lecture hall confrontation ensues, with a classroom full of students chuckling, for no other reason than to underline Martin’s humiliation. Later still in the movie, a madcap planned elopement (“to a place with no books, or logic series”) comes off as risible.

Still baby-faced as he approaches 30, Wood doesn’t find a way to convincingly convey Martin’s unhinged obsession with Seldom, which is meant to cast a bit of suspicion on him as well. Instead he just comes across as whiny, without much reasonable cause. Watling puts an assertive spin on a character who as written is a bit of a cipher, and she’s quite attractive to boot, but other characters are occasionally seen reading some of their math-jargon-specific dialogue off of cue cards. A pro’s pro, Hurt provides a bit of mooring, but not enough to give The Oxford Murders any lasting sense of purpose, or impression.

Hours after the conclusion of de la Iglesia’s movie, in fact, the only two moments that linger involve a random bit of colorful dialogue (“One day the Mad Hatter will come out of his closet and ass-fuck the lot of you!”), and Wood eating spaghetti off of Watling’s apron-clad chest. Oh, there were murders in the film, you say? I’d already forgot, I guess. While it’s theatrical release is fairly limited, for those interested, the movie is also available on VOD, Xbox Live, Playstation, Amazon and Vudu. For more information, click here. (Magnolia, R, 109 minutes)

Jackass 3D Trailer Promises More Pain, Laughs, Wincing

The Jackass films are so nakedly designed to provoke that many critics reflexively pooh-pooh them, when at their core these ribald stunt flicks say something about the inherently human (or is it just masculine?) appreciation of prankish absurdity. And the creative stagings on display in the new trailer for Jackass 3D certainly deliver: fish slaps, porta-potty launches, and a human “duck shoot.” Sign me up.

Step Up 3D

The star-free Step Up franchise has proven a lucrative moneymaking machine for
corporate parent Disney
, with the first two films racking up just under
$265 million combined, and the peppy second installment — helmed by Jon
Chu, who returns for a third go-round — in particular dramatically increasing its percentile foreign returns. This brings us to Step Up 3D, a movie that tries to serve as a reminder that, for all the advances in digital technology, the human body is and remains one of if not the most engaging big screen special effects there is. Unfortunately, loud and insurmountable narrative gear-grinding completely derails the energetically pitched third installment of the popular dance series, which never convincingly locates any sort of emotional pulse amidst its occasionally dazzling choreography. For the full review, from Screen International, click here. (Touchstone/Summit, PG-13, 97 minutes)

The Disappearance of Alice Creed

Atypical genre plotting and some absolutely delicious twists feed British kidnapping thriller The Disappearance of Alice Creed, the solid and engaging feature directorial debut of J Blakeson. Plenty of movies have covered this narrative terrain before, but few in recent memory with as streamlined a sense of tension-soaked purpose.

The Disappearance of Alice Creed is a tightly drawn “three-hander,” with a deceptively simple plot. Planning to make a mint on a ransom-and-exchange scheme, ex-con kidnappers Vic (Eddie Marsan) and Danny (Martin Compston) snatch Alice (Gemma Arterton), a young woman estranged from her wealthy businessman father. Despite having set up a secluded safe house and seemingly left nothing to chance, Vic and Danny — the latter the younger and more nervous of the two, the former powered by a snarling, steely conviction — soon find their plans upended. Though scared witless, Alice isn’t about to let her captors just use her as capital, but neither is the film merely some prodding feminist revenge tract.

From the outset, it’s clear that Blakeson’s film won’t kowtow to genre convention. The movie opens with an intriguing, dialogue-free, five-minute prep sequence in which Danny and Vic methodically set up shop — buying a drill, a mattress and other supplies; lining the inside of a windowless van with plastic; assembling a bed for the mattress; and stapling foam
insulation and plywood board to the walls and windows of the bedroom that will serve as Alice’s quarters of confinement. When the actual kidnapping takes place, it’s similarly presented in dispassionate, matter-of-fact fashion, despite Alice’s kicks and screams. In fact, it’s 10 minutes into the film before either party utters a line, really.

Interestingly and admirably, Blakeson isn’t concerned with or particularly invested in repeatedly using Alice’s vulnerability to wring tension and unease from his audience. Yet neither does he shy away from it, as when a hooded Alice is stripped, given new clothes and handcuffed in spread-eagle fashion; Arterton arches her back in wild anxiety, which is a visceral and realistic depiction of primitive fear. Once some measure of chatting and an explication of the chain of events yet to unfold begins, though, the movie really hits its stride, fed in large part by the differences in age and gender, and the underlying but ever-shifting power dynamics therein. Without giving away the movie’s twists, it suffices to say that — both before the ransom money arrives, and after — Blakeson does a fantastic job of screwing with both his audience’s expectations and senses of identification, though always in ways rooted in character, and never in a manner that feels tawdry or false.

Given the quiet, steely verve of its set-up, it’s somewhat to be expected that the film’s energy eventually starts to flag a bit. And it would have been interesting — once the film opens up a bit from its quite theatrical staging, and gets to stretch its legs some in its final act — for an outside character or two to force the hand of those grappling for control. But the performances here are gripping, and The Disappearance of Alice Creed‘s commitment to character-driven minimalism makes it a standout genre entry in the late summer indie sweepstakes. For more information, click here. (Anchor Bay, R, 100 minutes)

Zachary Quinto Talks Hostage: A Love Story, More

In advance of its premiere at the forthcoming sixth annual HollyShorts Film Festival, I had a chance to talk with Zachary Quinto about his new short film, Hostage: A Love Story, his own production company and how receptive the Heroes and Star Trek fanbases are to his efforts to branch out. Excerpts from the interview are as follows:

Brent Simon: What’s your relationship with (director) Hank Nelkin, and how did you come to be involved in Hostage: A Love Story?

Zachary Quinto: Hostage came to our company through the writers, Holt Bailey and Brian Steele, who are old friends. Neal Dodson, my business partner at Before the Door, had worked with Hank on some movie projects at Warner Bros. Through several weeks of preparation with our other partner, Corey Moosa, along with Hank, Holt and Steele, we developed the final script for the project and scheduled the shoot.

BS: What was the shooting schedule for the production?

ZQ: We shot the short over a very hot weekend in July. We shot all of the locations in two days — from a bakery to a medical center to a West Hollywood bar. Some of the film was shot in the Before The Door office. We took advantage of any opportunity that we could to really develop the locations and make this short something that was more complex than many short films, especially those shot in only two days.

BS: Heroes and Star Trek obviously each have large and passionate followings. As a general rule, do you find that those respective fanbases are interested in following you through on to other projects, or are they mostly just focused on your specific work on that show and film?

ZQ: The Heroes and Star Trek fans have been a great support as we have grown as a company. They are very active in our online community on my website. No matter what projects we have put before these fans, they have been exceptional in spreading the word and making sure that we are encouraged to continue bringing new material to the world — whether on the big screen or on their computer screens.

BS: How does having your own media production company, with all its attendant projects — including a graphic novel and assorted web shorts — satisfy creative urges you couldn’t otherwise “scratch,” as it were? And do you see the creative landscape changing radically for actor/performers in the coming years?

ZQ: Before the Door has given me the opportunity to look at projects more objectively. I’m not reading scripts or developing films just for myself, but for a community of people, including the writers and artists and actors, who will all be involved in bringing new stories to the world. It has been both inspiring and humbling to delve into this side of the business. The creative landscape is always changing. As a performer, I see that there are a variety of new media opportunities in which to express myself and to stretch my abilities. As a producer, I can see a great number of changes for everyone, as more and more people are looking to be entertained in places other than just their living rooms. There is a rich landscape for creative people who want to explore more of their opportunities on the web, for sure. In doing a few short films for Internet release, I realize just how many projects there must be around the world waiting for people to discover them online. And I have really enjoyed being able to play different roles and show more of my sense of humor to people who might have only seen me in Star Trek or Heroes.

Hostage was a new experience for all of us. It brought Hank, a feature writer-director, into a new medium. Holt and Steele have continued to develop concepts for the web, and have begun a hysterical series of their own videos. Our company has since also had the opportunity to work with another Before the Door collaborator and friend, Victor Quinaz, on his Periods web series.

BS: Have you had any experience before with the HollyShorts festival, in years past?

ZQ: I haven’t had the pleasure of working with HollyShorts in the past. This is our first year [with a film there], and it will hopefully lead to more chances to work together in the future.

For more information on the HollyShorts festival, which runs August 5 through August 12, click here. For more information on Zachary Quinto, meanwhile, click here.

Elaine Paige: Celebrating 40 Years on Stage

From her first professional appearance on stage in 1964 to her 1968
West End debut in Hair and her Laurence Olivier Award-winning
performance as Eva Peron in Evita, Elaine Paige continues to earn the
acclaim of
critics and audiences alike. And, as its title would suggest, Elaine Paige: Celebrating 40 Years on Stage honors the fourth-decade anniversary of the woman often called “the First Lady of British musical theater.”

Filmed in Sydney, Australia, at the beautiful State Theatre, and overseen by director Christopher Luscombe — who brings a wealth of experience with dynamic show management to bear — this title sees Paige perform her litany of West End and Broadway hits, as well as
the new song “Small Packages,” written especially for her. The show-stopping musical performances — part of Paige’s first
filmed concert since 1991 — are nicely supplemented with a hefty segment of personal anecdotes and highlights from her storied career, in the form of a bonus interview. Songs herein include “Life Goes On,” “Tomorrow,” “Easy To Be Hard, “Broadway Baby,” “I Don’t Know How To Love Him,” “Small Packages,” “Hello Young Lovers,” “Shoot the Breeze,” “Yesterday,” “Don’t Cry For Me Argentina,” “As If We Never Said Goodbye,” “By The Sea,” “I Get a Kick Out Of You,” “I Dreamed A Dream,” “I Know Him So Well,” “Poor Old John,” “If You Love Me,” “Cry Me A River,” “Memory” and “With One Look,” among others.

The DVD is presented in anamorphic widescreen with a superb Dolby stereo audio track, and its special features include a bonus performance of the song “Grow Young” as well as, most notably, a half-hour-plus behind-the-scenes interview with Paige. Also available for purchase is companion piece CD of the concert. To order a copy of Elaine Paige: Celebrating 40 Years on Stage, phone (800) PLAY-PBS, or simply click here. To purchase this or other PBS DVDs with
public performance rights, meanwhile, click here. B+ (Concert) B+ (Disc)

The New Recruits

Capitalism has taken a pounding as of late, from Michael Moore’s invigorated documentary takedown to just the general feeling floating out there in the air, where you might have a random conversation with someone at a supermarket about the financial difficulties facing them and their family, that America’s economic system no longer has at its heart the lasting interests of the common person. But against this backdrop of equal parts skepticism and populist anger arrives The New Recruits, a nonfiction film about a battalion of jet-setting
business students armed with a radical plan to help end global poverty:
to actually charge poor people for goods and services.

Produced and directed by Seth Kramer, Daniel Miller and Jeremy Newberger, and narrated sparingly by Rainn Wilson, this hour-long title focuses on three recent business school graduates tapped for the Acumen Fund‘s prestigious year-long fellows program, which encourages social entrepreneurship by placing apprentices with upstart enterprises around the world, intending to help poor people by treating them as customers rather than just the needy recipients of charity. It’s an intriguing idea, certainly — the notion that the free market has more of a vested interest in a certain baseline equitability because they will stick around longer, for reasons of profit. A shame, then, that The New Recruits — while succeeding rather smashingly as a piece of personality-driven entertainment — doesn’t really ask the tough lurking questions of its subjects when their headstrong faith in capitalism begins to somewhat wane, challenged by the choppy waters of an uneducated and/or uninterested consumer base.

The trio of subjects hail from Mumbai, California and Alabama, and after some set-up and biographical noodling with each — including a bit of uncomfortable Christianist proselytizing by the Alabama kid, with Senator Richard Shelby in the audience — we follow their year-long journeys. One is assigned to Ecotact, a company supposedly serving Kenya’s poor by building pay toilets in slums; another is sent to India to work with D.light Design, a company which manufactures solar-powered LED lights for the rural population to use instead of kerosene; the Alabama kid is sent to Pakistan and assigned to Micro Drip, a company that sells drip irrigation systems to poor farmers, and tries to wean them off of wasteful flood-irrigation. Each encounters all sorts of cultural hurdles, naturally, along with a healthy pinch of sexism (a billboard in India actually exclaims “I Hate Working Women!”) and, quite frankly, sales teams that come across as under-motivated.

It’s interesting to see these youngsters — bright, resourceful, ambitious and to varying degrees idealistic, if at times hamstrung by their own inflated egos — confront real world challenges in business environments that aren’t exactly Fortune 500-type situations. The eye-opener of the entire film — perhaps unintentionally, given the degree to which its makers try to sidestep any sense of conclusions drawn — is that for all the talk about freedom of economic choice, workable solutions mean nothing to a population that cannot grasp or be convinced of the potential for positive impact on their lives. And, of course, the hearty embrace of free markets as a silver bullet in developing nations means even less when, unlike here, it’s just about sneakers or soda pop instead of sustainable sanitation, drinking water, energy costs and the like. Don’t tell Sarah Palin, though.

Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case and presented in solid 16×9 widescreen transfer with an English stereo track, The New Recruits comes to DVD unfortunately devoid of supplemental features, apart from a separate menu screen touting material available on the eponymous PBS web site. To order a copy of The New Recruits, Roads to Memphis or any other PBS
title, call (800) PLAY-PBS or click here. To purchase
DVDs with public performance rights, meanwhile, click here. Finally, if Amazon is totally your thing, click here. B+ (Movie) D (Disc)

Quentin Tarantino Hosts Outdoor Jackie Brown Screening

Austin’s legendary Alamo Drafthouse comes to Los Angeles this year, and as part of their touring “Rolling Roadshow” extravaganza, the L.A. leg features an outdoor screening of Jackie Brown at its original shooting location of the Del Amo Fashion Mall in Torrance. Quentin Tarantino and stars (schedules permitting) will be in attendance this Friday, August 6. The screening begins at sunset 8 p.m. Please bring your own chair or blanket. Restroom facilities will be available. Ages 18 and up is the recommended admittance policy, but children 6 and up will be allowed only with a parent or guardian. No children under the age of 6 will be allowed. (Sucks for you, denim diaper wearers!) For directions to Del Amo Fashion Mall click here, or, you know, consult Mapquest and get frustrated.

UPDATE, August 5: There’s been a location switch for the “Rolling Roadshow” screening of Jackie Brown on Friday, August 6 at 8 p.m. Due to noise ordinance restrictions, the City of Torrance would not allow the screening to take place at the Del Amo Fashion Mall. The show will go on, however, on the grounds of the Proud Bird, overlooking the Los Angeles Airport. Winners will also be drawn at random from the crowd to enjoy a VIP after-party in the Proud Bird’s Doolittle Room. For directions to the Proud Bird, click here.

Charlie St. Cloud

Adapted from a novel by Ben Sherwood, and starring Zac Efron and Amanda Crew, Charlie St. Cloud is a passably effective melodrama that should play like catnip to its
star’s core female audience but hardly anyone else. An inoffensive,
worshipfully photographed, yet at times dramatically stolid
interpretation of swelling adolescent feeling
, the movie wrings maximum
consequence out of Efron’s dewy-eyed, cherry-lipped pin-up
sensitivity. For the full review, from Screen International, click here. (Universal, PG-13, 99 minutes)

The Dry Land

The feature film debut of writer-director Ryan Piers Williams, The Dry Land centers on James (Ryan O’Nan, below right), an Iraqi War veteran who struggles to reconnect with family and friends, including wife Sara (America Ferrera), upon returning home to small town Texas. Riddled with post-traumatic stress disorder and unable to reconcile his experiences overseas with the staid life he left at home, James sets off on a road trip to Walter Reed Hospital in Washington, D.C., hoping a wounded pal can shed light on the combat accident he can’t remember.

As James’ homebound friend and fellow vet, respectively, Jason Ritter and Wilmer Valderrama alternately inject some soulfulness and squirrelly energy into the movie. But, almost beat by beat, all the dramatic conflicts here are very familiar in both construction and source, from quick-trigger sexual aggression and communicative dysfunction to boozy masculine bonding gone wrong.

Meanwhile, the film’s female characters — shrews or wounded doves, all — are mostly underwritten to a ghastly degree. And while there’s lip service about “understanding,”  in none of the supporting characters’ actions do they ever seem to reflect a realization that direct confrontation is not the best form of engagement with psychologically fragile soldiers. Viewers needn’t have seen either Coming Home or Army Wives for this to ring essentially hollow. Narratively, The Dry Land just goads when it’s convenient and shrinks when it suits its purposes, never feeling like an honest exploration of its characters’ problems. For more information, click here. (Maya/Freestyle, R, 92 minutes)

After.Life (Blu-ray)

I’ve had many a conversation over a beer, or glass of wine, about how humankind’s knowledge of its own mortality is pretty much the root cause of all of our anxieties, aggressions and troubles. The lurking recognition of a finite period of time in which to luxuriate, however much we try to cram that deeper into the recesses of our minds, warps our thinking, and leads to fitful acting out or otherwise perverted rationalizations. After all, who doesn’t want more of life, just on their own terms?

Well, some folks, of course. Life is hard, and psychological thriller After.Life, written and directed by Agnieszka Wojtowicz-Vosloo, centers on someone for whom it might just not be worth it anymore, no matter the recent trajectory. In telling the story of a young woman caught up between life and death, it assays in intriguing fashion a unique viewpoint — the forlorn depressive — not frequently accorded much front-and-center screen time.

Elementary school teacher Anna Jordan (Christina Ricci) has suffered through plenty in her life, some of which is spelled out and some of which is only hinted at. She’s built up a wall around herself, though, that much is evident — even though she has a boyfriend, Paul Coleman (Justin Long), who clearly loves her, and wants to take their relationship to the next level. An argument at dinner one night leads to a car
accident, after which Anna wakes up to find herself on the preparatory table of local funeral director Eliot Deacon
(Liam Neeson). He calmly tells her she’s dead, and that her
funeral is in three days time. At first Anna doesn’t believe him. Does Eliot truly have the
gift to talk to the dead and help them transition to the afterlife? Or
is he concealing a more sinister secret? As time passes and her funeral service looms, Anna becomes resigned to passing on into whatever realm awaits her, but Paul launches his own investigation, unconvinced of her death.

After.Life, Wojtowicz-Vosloo’s feature debut, has a quiet, unfussy sense of cool menace, in addition to low-fi style to burn, told as it is in claustrophobic fashion in a muted palette of greys and blues, with Anna’s blood red slip purposefully serving as a visual signifier of her predicament. (The filmmaker’s choice of end credit music, Radiohead’s haunting “Exit Music for a Film,” further underscores her arthouse inclinations, and clear preference for emotional murkiness.) For most of its running time, this dance of tenuous reality works. At a certain point, however, the grip of its hold starts to loosen, mainly the result of a narrative strand involving a student of Anna’s, which feels either like a wholesale miscalculation or fumbled execution (take your pick). Unarguably, though, after so trading on ambiguity in a facile manner, the movie in its last six minutes tacks on one too many appended twists, aiming for a more corporeal and “complete,” forward-leaning payoff that just isn’t necessary.

If Ricci isn’t afforded quite enough meaty dialogue to fully color her character and take the film’s mopey doom and gloom to truly dizzying heights, the acting here is still
engaging, and in particular some of the scenes involving Neeson’s
character holding forth on death have an eerie quality, given the
still-recent passing of his wife, Natasha Richardson. At the very least After.Life deserves points for the atypical nature of its effort. If Wojtowicz-Vosloo doesn’t fully follow her instincts, but instead seemingly yields to her idea of what an air-quote commercial take on such subject matter would be, well… it’s hardly the most venal of filmmaking sins.

After.Life comes to Blu-ray presented in 1080p, in 2.40:1 widescreen, with Dolby digital 5.1 surround sound and PCM 5.1 audio tracks, as well as optional English SDH and Spanish subtitles. Its supplemental features, in addition to its own preview and trailers for forthcoming DVD releases of Spartacus and The Disappearance of Alice Creed, consist of an audio commentary track with Wojtowicz-Vosloo and a fairly short making-of featurette in which she is also the chief figure. Both are heavy with spoilers, and in the latter, somewhat surprisingly, the filmmaker actually addresses her work’s ambiguity, answering outright the question of Anna and Eliot’s respective states, and — not unlike Richard Kelly’s deflating Donnie Darko audio commentary track — taking some of the punch out of her work in the process. To purchase the Blu-ray via Amazon, click here. If DVD is your thing, meanwhile, click here. B (Movie) C+ (Disc)

Word Is Out

As the public debate over homosexuality pivots from generalized tolerance and more toward the issue of marriage equality, it’s becoming harder for many under 30 or so to remember a time when the idea of a public homosexual identity was actually such a big deal. Word Is Out, which debuted in 1977 as the first feature-length documentary about lesbian
and gay identity made by gay filmmakers, and now three-plus decades later makes it DVD debut, takes viewers back in time to that era.

Formed in the mid-1970s, the Mariposa Film Group consisted of Peter Adair, his sister Nancy Adair, Andrew Brown, Rob Epstein (The Times of Harvey Milk), Lucy Massie Phenix (Winter Soldier) and Veronica Selver. They were a group that sought to create a simple and straightforward film free of political didactics — a movie that would reflect the complex experience of both growing up gay and coming out of the closet in America. After conducting 140 interviews, the filmmakers narrowed their focus to a couple more than two dozen people encompassing various races, ages and regional backgrounds. They then simply let the cameras roll, and recorded their stories.

Both through a theatrical release and prime-time television broadcasts, Word Is
Out
quickly became a sociocultural landmark in socially-minded independent cinema, helping untold numbers of people accept themselves, and also introducing to friends and
families the notion that gay people weren’t somehow radically different than them. As a film, Word Is Out holds up because of its inherent emotional honesty; one senses the almost subterranean electrical charge coming off of some of these subjects, as they verbalize feelings for the first time in their lives. (On that front, it’s tangentially interesting to observe how many interviewees
enjoy the crutch of a smoke or beer while they recount feelings of isolation, desperation and the like.) The stories crackle with energy, and run the full gamut of human emotion.

The Outfest Legacy Project and UCLA Film & Television Archive worked
in painstaking fashion to restore the film, and this DVD release is pegged to the 40th anniversary of the first Gay Pride marches. That this stirring nonfiction work, a prima facie document of considerable humanistic import, can now move, charm, engage and perhaps further galvanize future generations is a good thing.

Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case, Word Is Out comes to DVD with English SDH subtitles, and a wealth of fairly engaging bonus material that properly contextualizes the film. A 25-minute, then-and-now retrospective includes interview material with the filmmakers and many of the film’s participants, as well as David Bohnett, whose generous contribution helped make the high-definition video restoration of this DVD premiere possible. Another featurette, quoting liberally from an article penned by Peter Adair, entitled “So You Wanna Be a Collective,” assays the collaborative nature of the movie’s production, and a separate tidbit also provides a more detailed breakdown of the Mariposa Film Group’s history. A trailer for the movie, afterthoughts by participants, a standalone chat with the aforementioned Bohnett and an Outfest Legacy Project PSA round out the supplemental material. To purchase the DVD directly, phone (800) 603-1104, or click here. Or if Amazon is totally your thing, click here. B+ (Movie) B+ (Disc)

Get Low

A slow-burn rural drama that seems to unfold somewhere between real-life and deep-fried folk tale, feature debut director Aaron Schneider’s 1930s-set Get Low centers around Felix Bush (Robert Duvall, again trading in crazy-old-coot mode), an irascible hermit who lives in a cabin at the wooded edge of a small Tennessee town, where everyone seems to have heard a frightening story about him. Felix approaches funeral services director Frank Quinn (Bill Murray, amusingly projecting both self-interest and sincerity) and his assistant Buddy Robinson (Lucas Black), wanting to throw a funeral party… for himself, while he’s alive. Concocting a plan wherein townsfolk gather to share tales about him and he auctions off his land via lottery, Felix tries to work up the courage to share his own story. When he finds himself increasingly nervous as the date approaches, however, he turns to a figure from his past for some help.

The mystery driving this narrative forward, of course, is the nature of Felix’s self-imposed four-decade isolation, and that small stakes X-factor mostly works for the movie in a fairly low-key way. In the end, the dramatic payoff here is pretty mundane — a personal unburdening involving a former beau (Sissy Spacek) that has no real cathartic consequences for anyone else, and barely even really for Felix. It might not completely warrant Get Low‘s malingering pace, but serves as a reminder that the pleasures of life as frequently lie in the journey as the destination. Fans of Secondhand Lions, Starting Out In the Evening and Junebug take note. (Sony Classics, PG-13, 100 minutes)

Middle Men Trailer Takes Viewers Back to Crappy 1995 Internet

George Gallo’s Middle Men opens next week, but you wouldn’t necessarily know it from the mainstream marketing (of which there is little, if any), or the outreach of any studio publicity department representative. It’s an orphaned Paramount Vantage release, with parent corporation Paramount handling in shrugging fashion what I gather is a contractual theatrical release to an unknown number of theaters.

But do they have reason to shrug it off? I checked out the trailer, and it plays — there’s a nice mix of music (Deee-Lite, Biggie, “Super Bon-Bon”), strippers, porn stars, hammy fisticuffs, a cross-bow, someone “making it rain” and all other manner of montage-captured material excess. Smart use of the phrase “mad men,” too, in the trailer’s voiceover; trying to
gravy-train some of the love for AMC’s small screen series is certainly not a bad strategy.

Starring Luke Wilson, Giovanni Ribisi and Gabriel Macht (oh, and Laura Ramsey), it’s one of these “I’m-comin’-up,” fratty-bratty business guy tales, like a boozy cross between The Social Network and The Boiler Room. It doesn’t look cheap, either, given all the locations and extras involved. So despite the presence of Wilson — seemingly the default star every studio project that can’t attract a heavy hitter — and despite the suicide release date against The Other Guys, another guys-guy flick with a much bigger profile, it’s a bit curious that this isn’t getting more of a push. After all, you have a movie, based on a true story, about the early-days intersection of the web and porn, with political blackmail and other commercial intrigue thrown in to boot. If you’re a major studio that can’t sell that (or, weirder still, don’t even really try) what exactly constitutes “mainstream” to you?

Gold: Before Woodstock, Beyond Reality

The success of Easy Rider spawned all sorts of indulgent, wonky and mostly terrible “free love,” anti-establishment knock-offs, but one of the more notable arrives on home video for the first time in any format in Gold: Before Woodstock, Beyond Reality. A goofy, loose-limbed, nudity-filled western musical dramedy, the movie stars improvisational godhead Del Close, who would populate only bit roles and cameos in TV series and movies (mostly those that came through Chicago, like Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and The Untouchables), but through his teachings come to influence some of the biggest names in comedy over the past 30-plus years.

In the summer of 1968, filmmaker Bob Levis led a rag-tag band of drop-outs and drug-happy darlings (some with professional acting experience, some not) into the California wilderness to make a movie loosely centered around the notion of a killjoy police captain, Harold Jinks (Garry Goodrow), and his battles with a crippled eccentric, Hawk (Close), in bringing an end to all the debauchery in his community. The result is Gold, a bizarre journey into the mind and madness of the late 1960s — a project overflowing with fantasies of revolution, recreation and sexual experimentation, and fueled by a groovy, funky soundtrack that includes MC5 and more.

In all honesty, while the movie itself is a profound potpourri — and thus holds some interesting standalone lessons from a certain academic and anthropological point-of-view, mostly for the manner in which it sets out to systematically shatter various filmmaking rules — it doesn’t hold up that well, narratively speaking. Close’s performance is a cracked, wily thing, though, and the disc itself holds such an abundance of colorful reminiscences that aging boomers –even those who missed out on all the partying the first go-round — may want to give this title a spin.

Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case with snap-shut hinges, Gold comes to DVD presented in 1.33:1 full screen, divided into 18 chapters, with a main menu screen music loop that repeats every eight seconds or so, and will infiltrate your brain if you get pulled away to a string of emails upon start-up, and leave it playing in the background. The movie boasts two superlative feature-length audio commentary tracks. The first, with director Levis and star Goodrow, contains plenty of warm production anecdotes and other behind-the-scenes stories (Levis used to date star Caroline Parr), and tangentially provides an intriguing sort of time capsule snapshot of DIY production from that era.

There’s also a special
commentary track from Upright Citizens Brigade founding members Matt Walsh and
Ian Roberts, each of whom studied under Close. While this chat takes a while to warm up, the nature of the duo’s recollections is broad-ranging and fascinating, especially when they get into Close’s battles with addiction (he kicked alcohol through aversion therapy, gave up speed and other drugs, but kept smoking weed and cigarettes, and would also lecture passersby on the so-called “hobo code” of not rubbing out a butt with the heel of one’s shoe) and depression (he would attempt suicide a number of times). Close was a fascinating character, full of contradictions, and this presentation of Gold hearteningly allows him one final curtain call.

The other supplemental material is just as engaging, starting with a wide-ranging hour-long 2008 interview chat with Levis by Harold Channer from a New York City public access cable show. There’s also 10 minutes of material from a good-natured roast of Goodrow, plus trailers for Gold and a half dozen other films, and a self-scrolling presentation of lobby card art from the movie’s original release. To purchase the DVD via Amazon, click here. C- (Movie) A- (Disc)

Dinner for Schmucks

French filmmaker Francis Veber’s works have long proven ripe for Hollywood adaptation, and his 1999 comedy The Dinner Game provides the source material underpinning for the odd-couple farce Dinner for Schmucks, which reunites The 40-Year-Old Virgin stars Steve Carell and Paul Rudd to generally underwhelming effect. Some mildly amusing character work and colorful detail gets largely lost in a movie that can’t decide whether it wants to be sour or sweet. For the full review, from Screen International, click here. Mind the pay-wall; it’s worth it, though. (Paramount/DreamWorks, PG-13, 114 minutes)

The Rolling Stones 1969-1974: The Mick Taylor Years

Casual fans may know only Mick Jagger’s strut and sneer, and Keith Richards’ seemingly unlikely hold on life, but the years during which Mick Taylor was the fifth Rolling Stone are often regarded as part of the band’s golden age, the period in which the group recorded some of the
finest and most adventurous music of their career.

On landmark albums like Let It Bleed, Sticky Fingers and Exile On Main Street, the Stones’ sound underwent a metamorphosis as they developed new ideas and were informed by a range of new influences. At the center of those changes was Taylor’s sophisticated blues and jazz licks, and fluid style of playing that really gave the Stones an added dimension for a five-year period stretching into the mid-1970s — one they lacked before and have certainly had much trouble recapturing since.

New to DVD, hour-long doc The Rolling Stones 1969-1974: The Mick Taylor Years tells the behind-the-scenes story of this hugely productive era for the group. Interviews with Taylor and John Mayall form the spine of the work, but the roster of talking heads is deep, formidable and well-heeled, including author and group colleague Robert Greenfield; Village Voice music editor Robert Christgau, U.K. music critic Barney Hoskyns and Stones session musicians Al Perkins and Bill Plummer, among others. While a lot of music documentaries targeting boomer audiences run ashore on the shoals of rights issues and ergo tend to err on the side of academic dryness, this program thankfully also includes liberal performance footage of the Stones, as well as a nice smattering of archive interviews and other footage. While it doesn’t totally get to the bottom of how others necessarily felt about Taylor’s departure (punted or otherwise muddied songwriting credits were an issue, it seems), this title is an engaging and intellectually honest exploration of the difficulties inherent in nurturing creative relationships amidst a backdrop of druggy, world-touring excess.

Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case, The Rolling Stones 1969-1974: The Mick Taylor Years comes to DVD on a region-free disc in a regular plastic Amaray case, in turn stored in a cardboard slipcover. The feature is presented in a 4:3 aspect ratio, with a fairly robust English language stereo sound mix. In addition to a roster of contributor biographies, DVD extras include a featurette in which Mayall and music historian Alan
Clayson provide a nice biographical sketch of Taylor prior to his entry with the Rolling
Stones. To purchase the DVD, click here. Or if Amazon is totally and inescapably your thing, click here. B (Movie) C+ (Disc)

Sasha Grey Plans To Melt With You

Adult film starlet turned The Girlfriend Experience topliner Sasha Grey has found another legit film role in the form of I Melt With You, according to the Hollywood Reporter. A low-budget drama set to be directed by Mark Pellington, who most recently helmed Henry Poole Is Here, the film follows a group of college buddies (Thomas Jane, Rob Lowe and Jeremy Piven) who, as adults, have their annual summer reunion, look within themselves and find nothing but emptiness. So naturally, they do that thing disaffected adults do, namely resurrect a drunken college pact to “live free,” or something. Grey will play a character named Raven, described as “a free spirit who helps one of the men realize that nirvana can only be achieved by death.” Members of Modern English will be stoked to hear the news, no doubt.

UPDATE, December 5, 2011: For a chat with Piven about the movie, meanwhile, click here.

Charlie St. Cloud: Cuddling Is The New Shock Care

Full review to soon follow, but it’s worth noting one (interesting? strange?) thing about Charlie St. Cloud, the new Zac Efron flick — that there’s a moment that features a most unusual therapeutic twist.

Yes, the movie touts (and debuts, probably) the notion of “cuddle-rescue.” At one point, when Efron’s Charlie goes to comfort Amanda Crew‘s stricken character, who has weathered a couple balmy days of a very mild Pacific Northwestern summer or something like that, he snuggle/sidemounts her like a pinniped, while director Burr Steers marks time by employing a series of very discrete dissolves. (All this despite the fact EMTs are on the way, less than 20 or 30 minutes away, and, again, it’s not snowing or subzero or anything like that.) Later, it’s said that this brief exposure of body heat saved her from the threat of death by hypothermia (!?), which is apparently the only major injury she suffered in a boating accident.

This is all of course horseshit ridiculous, but teen girls will probably spark to the notion of Efron unbuttoning their jackets and nuzzling up against them asexually. Or maybe not. One twenty-ish-year-old at the screening of the film I caught responded with heavy skepticism afterward: “Seriously… what was that about?”