Caught Stealing

Austin Butler

Darren Aronofsky's Caught Stealing is another depressing failure within the decline of a promising auteur. It is not as abject a failure as The Whale, but it is also not as interesting a failure as Mother! was. The flick is a grubby lark in which Austin Butler plays a bartender mistakenly caught up in the search for a cache of ill-gotten gains. The narrative, penned by Charlie Huston based on his novel, is a MacGuffin nothing set on the Lower East Side of Manhattan in 1998. A host of characters intersect, including Russian gangsters, Hassidic gangsters, and a crooked cop, but the film is only fitfully amusing or engrossing.

The biggest flaw is that Austin Butler has no real character to play. He's given a traumatic back story and a devotion to the San Francisco Giants, but the audience has little to latch onto besides Butler's baby blues. Very little empathy is generated for Butler's beleaguered bartender even as he is constantly being chased and pummeled through the course of the movie. The two lead female parts are so faintly drawn that the considerable talents Zoë Kravitz and Regina King are wasted. Caught Stealing is a typical Tinseltown concoction with very few signs of a personal touch. One of the few signs of the man behind the camera are the gratuitous instances of bodily secretion.

The film almost succeeds as a spike-collared Valentine to the Lower East Side. I enjoyed Idles' score and some of the supporting players. I especially enjoyed Vincent D'Onofrio and Liev Schreiber kvetching in Yiddish and the contributions of Action Bronson, Griffin Dunne, and Carol Kane. There is the occasional interesting image, I liked the dual images of vehicles T-boning light poles, but Caught Stealing is largely forgettable.   

Walk Up

Kwon Hae-hyo and Park Miso
I know some peoples' eyes glaze over when a film is extolled for its physical beauty, but I found Hong Sang-soo's Walk Up to be not only beautiful, but charming and interesting to boot. Nevertheless, Mr. Hong's films, like those of Éric Rohmer, are of limited appeal due to the fact that they are interminable bourgeois talkfests. Walk Up has two scenes of dialogue that each last over ten minutes, with a fixed camera to boot. The action is totally contained with the titular three story apartment building. A film director (Kwon Hae-hyo) and his daughter (Park Miso), as we meet them, are checking it out under the snoopy gaze of the landlord Ms. Kim (Lee Hyeyoung). She, it turns out, is an ex-flame of the director who seems to still have designs upon him. The director seems more interested in landing his daughter a job with Ms. Kim who is an interior decorator. However, fate will lead him to a new love, an estrangement from his daughter, and a crossroads in his career.

Walk Up doesn't take a chronological approach to is narrative. It flits back and forth in time, so we don't comprehend all the character's motivations until the film's conclusion. While this aspect of the film remains cloaked, the film's themes are trumpeted: most specifically art versus commerce. Since Kwon, who has appeared in most of Hong's films, is a stand-in for the director, we know which way that argument is going to go; particularly in a film made with six actors and a skeleton crew. However, the film never descends to solipsism. Mr Kwon's wonderful impersonation of the director shows a great deal of self regard, but the role also functions as a self critique. Every character in Walk Up has his reasons and a unique point of view. The splendor of the black and white cinematography, shot by Hong, shows off the funky modernism of the walk up to smashing effect. The abode looks elegant and lived in which helps the film from becoming too didactic. All of the performers are wonderful, but Mr. Kwon is especially smooth and seamless. The duo of Kwon and Hong have joined such director acting duos as Ford/Wayne and Kurosawa/ Mifune in the pantheon. Certainly, one of 2022's better films.



Biff's Favorite Books Read in 2025

       


     1)   Second Place by Rachel Cusk
           Few, if any, recent novels has better captured the inner and outer tumult of
           lives in our century. Fierce.

     2)  Cadillac Desert by Marc Reisner
           Cadillac Desert was first published in 1986 and stands as the definitive 
           history of water policy in the American West. A jeremiad against 
           the dam happy Bureau of Reclamation, the book's full force is 
           only being felt now as these marvels of twentieth century 
           technology are being removed from Western rivers. The group think and
           hubris displayed by the Bureau is the main focus of the book: not for
           nothing does Reisner preface this tome with Shelley's Ozymandias. 
           However, unlike some environmental screeds, Cadillac Desert is a
           balanced book that makes history come alive. There are memorable 
           portraits of such indelible figures as John Wesley Powell, William
           Mulholland, and Floyd Dominy.

    3)   The Blithedale Romance by Nathaniel Hawthorne
           Here is an old chestnut pertinent to our times. Socialistic 
           communes. A ménage à trois. Grifting spiritualists. Sounds like 
           present day Oregon to me.

    4)   Perspective(s) by Laurent Binet
          This is an epistolary novel set in 16th century Florence which centers
          on the (fictional) murder of painter Jacopo da Pontormo. The characters,
          nearly all of them actual historical figures, are a who's who of Renaissance
          Italy: Cosimo de' Medici, Piero Strozzi, Giorgio Vasari, Cellini, Bronzino,
          Plautilla Nelli, Michelangelo, etc.. I have thoroughly enjoyed the three
          previous historical novels by the resourceful French writer and 
          Perspective(s) proved equally memorable. Below is Pontormo's Venus 
          and Cupid which figures prominently in the book. Egads!

     5)    The Last Manager by John W. Miller
             This biography expertly captures the complex makeup of its subject, 
             Baltimore Orioles manager Earl Weaver. Weaver was the premier 
             entertainer of Baltimore during my youth, just eclipsing non-baseball 
             fan John Waters, so one can rightly surmise that I am biased. Weaver 
             was not only a brilliant baseball tactician, but also a great showman. His
             contretemps with the umpires enlivened many a dull game. Miller
             traces the vaudevillian side of Weaver to his childhood in St. Louis where 
             he enjoyed the antic of the Cardinals' Gashouse Gang. Miller also ably 
             outlines the many years Weaver spent in the minor leagues, both as a 
             player and a manager, that helped mold the fiery bantam. The Last
             Manager is a book as wily and compelling as its subject.

    6)     The Prone Gunman by Jean-Patrick Manchette
             This taut 1981 noir sticks everything but the landing.

    7)      Dolly and the Bird of Paradise by Dorothy Dunnett
             One of my favorite writers. I try to dole out my readings of her because
             I'm afraid I'll run out of these treats before I expire. The book is a part of
             her Johnson Johnson mystery thrillers which you could always lend
             to your Aunt Minnie. More Sayers than Christie with modern trappings;
             though Dunnett is way hipper than your Aunt Minnie.

    8)     James by Percival Everett
             No doubt you've heard of this one. I did not like it as much as
             Erasure, but surrendered to it the moment that the character of
             Dan Emmett, author of the song Dixie, was introduced. Belongs on the
             shelf with Ishmael Reed's Mumbo Jumbo, a similar treatment of 
             minstrelsy, cultural cross-pollination and appropriation.

    9)     Radetzky March by Joseph Roth
             Ermanno Olmi's film of The Legend of the Holy Drinker hipped me
             to Roth who died just before the start of World War 2. Radetzky March
             traces the decline of the Austro-Hungarian Empire through three
             fictional generations of military officers. I have a feeling that Emeric 
             Pressburger was making mental notes when he read this.

   10)    In Love With The Movies by Dan Talbot

            I also enjoyed:

            Home Cooking by Laurie Colwin, The Brutalists by Owen Hopkins
            Tecumseh and the Prophet by Peter Cozzens
            The Journey of August King by John Ehle
            Twisted Kicks by Tom Carson, Caravaggio by Andrew Graham-Dixon
            Bing Crosby by Gary Giddins, Kudos by Rachel Cusk
            Malaparte by Maurizio Serra