Monthly Archives: May 2010

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Director Nagisa Oshima’s In the Realm of the Senses was – and remains – controversial because it tramples just about every taboo imaginable.  Stars Eiko Matsuda and Tatsuya Fuji  have unsimulated sex and fellatio; a little girl exposes an old man’s genitals; there is sadomasochism, castration, rape and graphic violence.  It’s hard to imagine, for example, an American studio approving a scene in which Matsuda torments a little boy by grabbing and refusing to let go of his penis.  It’s also no surprise the film was banned in Oshima’s native Japan in 1976, and that to this day it triggers debate over “art versus pornography” (most critics feel it is the former, although Oshima himself called it “pornographic” in an interview).

I don’t believe the film is political, as some critics maintain, unless you are discussing gender politics (the man starts out on top, literally and figuratively, but winds up on the bottom).  And it isn’t photographed in a titillating manner.  I’d say Realm is simply a tale of sexual obsession gone horribly wrong.

Aside from the oddly mesmerizing quality of the film itself, there is a fascinating back story to the script.  All of the unhealthiness depicted on-screen is based on the true story of Sada Abe, a Japanese woman who in 1936 was convicted for asphyxiating her lover, severing his organ, and then carrying it around for days before she was finally arrested.  Abe became the Lorena Bobbitt of her day, a folk hero to some Japanese, and she was sentenced to just six years in prison.

In the Realm of the Senses is the kind of movie that demands you be “in the mood” to appreciate it.  If you are in the mood for a twisted tale of obsessive love, Realm is darkly compelling.        Grade:  B

 

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Director:  Nagisa Oshima  Cast:  Eiko Matsuda, Tatsuya Fuji, Aio Nakajima, Meika Seri  Release:  1976

 

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We humans are truly a fickle species.  Or at least I am a fickle human.  I watched a motion picture this afternoon that would have absolutely astounded any man or woman throughout most of human history and yet, I must confess, parts of the film seemed dull to me.

IMAX’s Hubble 3D, if you think about it, is a magnificent achievement.  Not only did astronauts travel into space, but they brought cameras to film the adventure as they penetrated the deepest recesses of outer space, and technology then allows an audience — popcorn in hand and reclining in comfort —  to feel like it’s along for the ride.

I suppose space travel isn’t as gripping as it ought to be because fiction has made so much of it seem familiar.  Hubble 3D is weakest when it focuses on the astronauts inside the space shuttle as they eat, play, or prepare for the task of repairing the Hubble Space Telescope.  Compared to what we see in movies like Aliens or Star Wars, watching an astronaut prepare a burrito in zero-gravity is pretty tame stuff.

Ironically, the movie is most spectacular when it uses 3-D computer technology — done right here on boring old Earth — to enhance pictures taken by the telescope.  Zooming through the stars, plunging deep into the constellation Virgo to inspect a gigantic black hole, the images rekindled in me a semblance of primitive awe.      Grade:  B+

 

Director:  Toni Myers  Narrator:  Leonardo DiCaprio  Release:  2010

 

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Glee

 

The television show du jour is Glee.  Fox’s weekly series has completely smitten the media, and said media will not rest until the rest of us embrace this show.  The hell with Glee.  I am against it on principle, partly because I am being told to love it and partly because I am an obstinate cuss.

In the 1990s, I was the only person in America who never saw Seinfeld, never saw Friends, never saw Cheers.  NBC made the mistake of labeling its Thursday-night lineup “must see TV,” and this rankled me.  I decided that Thursday night on NBC was must-not-see TV.

Turns out those long-ago sitcoms were actually pretty good, so I suppose I was only punishing myself by boycotting them.  But Glee?  A show about a high-school glee club, punctuated with Madonna songs?  No, thanks.

 

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Alien

 

Stephen Hawking has everyone in a tizzy because he believes that if there are little green men out there, they are probably hostile to humans.  If they visit us, Hawking says, we should not be surprised if the outcome is similar to what befell Native Americans when Columbus came to visit.

This leaves me with a dilemma.  When it comes to aliens, to whom do I turn for advice, Hawking or Dan Aykroyd?

 

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Bum    Gates

 

Obama’s in hot water for his YouTube appeal to young people, African-Americans, Latinos, and women — but not white men — to help Democrats in November’s election.

What a lot of people seem to forget, or ignore, is that for every Bill Gates, there are millions of white males without millions of dollars.  Some of us even eat lunch out of dumpsters.

 

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Cyrus is a movie you want to like, if only because it dares to be different.  Here we have corpulent Jonah Hill (Superbad) in a comedy, only this time it’s not produced by Judd Apatow, and Hill’s character actually has some depth.  And the star is John C. Reilly, whose major attribute is that he doesn’t look like a movie star.  This hangdog actor could be your mechanic, or veterinarian.  In other words, Reilly’s characters are instantly relatable.

Reilly plays John, a sad sack who’s been divorced for seven years yet can’t seem to let go of his ex (Catherine Keener), who is soon to remarry.  At a party, John gets drunk and somehow winds up with vivacious Molly (Marisa Tomei), who finds him charming.  Things are looking up for our hero.  But then he meets Cyrus (Hill).  Cyrus is Molly’s 21-year-old son and he has  …  issues.  Cyrus initiates a passive-aggressive campaign to get John out of his mother’s life, because in his mind, there is only room for Cyrus and Molly.  It’s at this point that the film falls apart.

I envisioned the story going in one of two directions:  It could have morphed into Neighbors, in which a seemingly normal mother and son reveal their true psychotic selves.  Or it could have become like The War of the Roses, with the battle between John and Cyrus escalating to epic proportions.

Alas, Cyrus does neither.  It’s not funny enough to succeed as pure comedy, and its attempts at sensitive male bonding are shallow.  Directors Jay and Mark Duplass don’t help matters with their filming style.  They shoot the action as though Cyrus were the latest Bourne adventure, with hand-held, herky-jerky zooms that are completely out of place in a movie like this.          Grade:  C

 

Directors:  Jay Duplass, Mark Duplass  Cast:  John C. Reilly, Marisa Tomei, Jonah Hill, Catherine Keener, Tim Guinee, Matt Walsh, Katie Aselton  Release:  2010

 

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