Johnny Lee Miller and Ewan McGregor in Trainspotting 2 |
A few notes on recent views, in ascending order...
Jeff Baena's The Little Hours is a comic misfire. A talented cast labors mightily, but this attempt to make a bawdy comedy is stillborn. Baena shoots the material as if he were remaking Under the Tuscan Sun which doesn't help, but Boccaccio has vexed even greater talents.
Randall MacLowry's The Battle of Chosin is a strong documentary on the US military's most ignominious Korean War defeat. MacLowry is weak on the political background that led to the Korean conflict and cursory on military strategy, but the reminiscences by American veterans are heartfelt.
David Michod's War Machine is an arch satire of Stanley McChrystal's tenure as leader of the Coalition forces in Afghanistan. Tone is all in an endeavor like this and Michod succeeds in skewering both the military brass and political elite without heedless caricature. Brad Pitt bends his form like a pretzel and then straightens it out into ramrod military posture. He carries this film like an Atlas, albeit with much assistance from a sterling cast. The Nick Cave and Warren Ellis score is strikingly effective. A bit underrated I say, as is...
Danny Boyle's Trainspotting 2 which surprised me with its winning commitment to character and visual invention. Boyle, at his best, finds fecund territory in the ambivalence of human relationships. When Ewan McGregor's Renton returns in T2 to reconnoiter with the three companions who he ripped off years earlier, Boyle frames these encounters as dark dances underlined with cocksmanship, dependence and co-dependence. There is love apparent, both Agape and Eros, but also resentment, betrayal and anger. Newcomer Anjela Nedyalkova more than holds her own with the male leads as both lover and betrayer. Though next time Danny, enough with the lads, more Kelly Macdonald and Shirley Henderson, please. (11/30/17)
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