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The Evil Men Do

Who saw this coming? Director Sidney Lumet got his start in television during the early days of the medium, graduating to film with such black-and-white message movies as Twelve Angry Men and Fail-Safe. He hit his stride in the ’70s, helming the Paddy Chayefsky political potboiler Network and really making his mark with a series of New York stories: Dog Day Afternoon, Serpico, Prince of the City.

Lumet has been consistently active since but hasn’t made anything acknowledged as first-tier since 1982, with the Paul Newman legal drama/character study The Verdict. That was 25 years ago and Lumet, at 83, now seemed to be way past making films of that stature.

But then there’s Lumet’s latest film, his 45th, Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead, a provocatively titled heist flick/family melodrama starring Philip Seymour Hoffman and Ethan Hawke as Andy and Hank Hanson, a couple of unstable brothers who seek to solve their financial troubles by planning a robbery of their parents’ suburban jewelry store.

It’s the perfect crime, Andy reasons — a mom-and-pop shop (har, har) stuck between a Foot Locker and a Claire’s in a strip mall. The brothers know what’s in the store and how to get to it. They know that on Saturday mornings a near-blind old woman, a friend of their mother’s, operates the store alone until noon, with no security. And they know that insurance will cover their parents’ losses — “a victimless crime.” Andy figures the police will shove the file to the back of the cabinet within a week, and he and Hank will have the funds needed to dig themselves out of their financial holes.

Needless to say, the plan goes awry, with the robbery attempt ending, unsuccessfully, in a bit of unintended violence that sends the family into a multifaceted crisis. After an attention-getting opening scene, the significance of which is revealed later in the film, we’re presented with the botched robbery before any explanation of what is happening or why. From there, Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead radiates in concentric circles around the robbery.

Bleak, bruising, and gripping, with a subtle, devilish streak of coal-black humor, it’s one of the year’s very best films. But what’s most surprising isn’t just that it was made by the aged Lumet  — almost certainly the oldest still-working major American director — but how different it is from the filmmaker’s most recognized work.

Lumet has always been what we might now call an old-fashioned director, his straightforward stories and unflashy visuals rooted in television-style storytelling and classic Hollywood. But Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead, with its intricately diced timeline and shock-editing transitions, seems to be a response to the crime films of younger, hipper directors such as Quentin Tarantino, Steven Soderbergh, or Christopher Nolan. Here, Lumet is playing their game and perhaps playing it better.

Unlike Tarantino’s Reservoir Dogs, another punishing heist-gone-wrong flick, the emphasis isn’t as focused on the mechanics or the verbal and physical action of the story, the virtuosity of which is more assumed than celebrated. The film hinges on the family dynamics, personal failings, and emotional desperation of the characters.

These traits are lightly but deftly sketched, with lots of background left out. We don’t know if Andy’s financial problems have provoked his hidden drug use or vice versa. We don’t know how Hank, divorced, got himself in so deep, months behind on child support and cruelly called a loser by his adolescent daughter when he’s unable to produce $130 for a field trip to see The Lion King. The complicated, resentful family relationships that feed into the plan and its eventual unraveling are revealed gradually, especially as the father, Charlie (played by Albert Finney), moves from the edges to take a more central role.

Marisa Tomei in Sidney Lumet’s Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead

The heist and fallout plotting is twisty, but unlike so many ostensibly similar modern movies, it never feels like a screenwriting exercise. (This is the first original screenplay from playwright Kelly Masterson.) Bad decisions flow naturally from messy personalities and strained circumstances and lead into worse outcomes with an awful logic. At the same time, by repeating some scenes multiple times from different vantage points, Lumet and his team (particularly editor Tom Swartwout) give the film an effectively detached, almost clinical feel.

The film’s oscillating chronology is controlled and purposeful, linking crucial moments to motivational catalysts and confounding scenes to illuminating backstory with the disorderly precision of a crossword puzzle where one correct answer sets up the next.

But Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead also plays beautifully shot-to-shot and within each self-contained scene, with elegant establishing shots and confident long takes that slowly reel the viewer in.

Lumet’s best films have tended to be male-focused, and so it is here, where the core dynamic is the horribly strained relationships among the Hanson brothers and their disappointed father. Female characters are on the sidelines — as badgerers, victims, or willing but unused accomplices. Marisa Tomei has the most prominent female role as Andy’s wife. It’s hard to tell if her performance is uneven or if her character is.

Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead taps — lightly — into the financial and familial anxiety of a credit-card era in which the old, familiar wish about children doing better than their parents has collapsed, the film becoming something of a generational allegory of adult children living off their parents to its most painful extreme.

Lumet’s earliest film successes were topical and talky. Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead isn’t that. It burrows deeply into itself, taking on an elemental heft closer to Greek tragedy. The film’s most memorable bit of dialogue comes from an old jewelry-business acquaintance of the father’s, who delivers a bit of bad news with lip-smacking schadenfreude: “The world is an evil place, Charlie. Some of us make money off of that. Others get destroyed.”

Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead is merciless in illustrating the truth of those words but also suggests sympathy for those for whom weakness and desperation lead to evil.

Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead

Opens Friday, November 16th

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Kate Beckinsale Admitted to Memphis Hospital?

Access Hollywood is reporting that Actress Kate Beckinsale was treated at a Memphis-area hospital over the weekend:

The British beauty went to the hospital on Sunday afternoon after experiencing numbness in her left arm and left leg, a source revealed to Access.

The source said the actress was concerned after experiencing the numbness for a couple of days. However, she was reportedly not in any pain.

Doctors treated Beckinsale and determined the problem was due to exhaustion and that she hadn’t been compliant with her regular medication, the source added.

When contacted by Access, a rep for Beckinsale said the reason the actress had gone to the hospital was to accompany her assistant who sprained her ankle.

Beckinsale is currently in Memphis shooting the drama Nothing But The Truth, with Matt Dillon and David Schwimmer.

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Lady Chatterley

If you’ve ever longed to see a young Barbara Hershey get it on with a young Udo Kier in the French countryside, run, don’t walk, to see the new film Lady Chatterley. It’s as close as you’re ever going to get to the real thing outside of actorfic. Based on D.H. Lawrence’s late-1920s John Thomas and Lady Jane — the second of three drafts of a story that culminated in the scandalous Lady Chatterley’s Lover — this French-language adaptation follows the sensual (read: sexual) awakening of Lady Constance Chatterley (Marina Hands, the Hershey in my, I mean your, fantasy) of Wragby Manor. Her husband is an invalid after war wounds leave him without feeling … mostly from the waist down. (The stink of World War I is all over the film and informs Constance’s initial stirrings.)

When Constance accidentally sees gamekeeper Parkin (Jean-Louis Coullo’ch, who looks like Kier when the lighting’s right) shirtless, she gets flustered, and it puts her in a funk that neither she nor the doctor can explain. To our 21st-century eyes, though, it’s apparent enough: Chatterley is one repressed lady.

As Constance takes her lover, she is at first awkward and childlike, and Parkin is conflicted and gruff. Tip of the hat to Lawrence and the filmmakers, both for mixing sex and class commentary and for having an increasingly experienced Constance and Parkin not descend into coarseness but de-evolve out of the 20th century and back in time to an Edenic lack of shame.

Lady Chatterley won this year’s César award (the French Oscar) for Best Film and Hands won Best Actress, and it’s easy to see why. The running time is long — 168 minutes — but a truncated version would have pulled the emotional punches and just been soft porn for the tea-and-crumpets set.

Opens Friday, November 9th

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Unoriginal Gangster

David Simon, the creative force behind HBO’s The Wire, once wrote a memo to his boss that argued the merits of his show’s deep-focus approach to the problems of drug dealing and law enforcement, claiming that “no one who sees HBO’s take on the culture of crime and crime fighting can watch anything like CSI or NYPD Blue or Law & Order again without knowing that every punch was pulled on those shows.”

Since Simon wrote this, The Wire has rendered most television crime shows absurdly two-dimensional. But did he ever imagine that his show would cast long, imposing shadows onto the crime movie landscape?

For anyone familiar with The Wire, watching director Ridley Scott’s plodding, generic American Gangster is like perusing a child’s flip book after reading an epic novel. Seen through cinematographer Harris Savides’ grimy, de-saturated urban lens, the film’s simplistic police-procedural details, sophomoric political insights, and facile capitalist ironies are nothing more than a collection of garage-sale leftovers from some low-rent screenwriters swap meet.

American Gangster is based on the true story of Frank Lucas (Denzel Washington), a Harlem thug who, inspired by the rise of the big-box retailers in the late 1960s, decides to cut out the middle man and import heroin from Thailand with a little help from his cousin (a spooky Roger Guenveur Smith). As Frank’s empire grows, he attracts the attention of Richie Roberts (Russell Crowe), a New Jersey police investigator whose devotion to duty destroys his marriage and draws the concentrated ire of NYPD detective Trupo (Josh Brolin) and his leather gang of Prince of the City goons. These characters sidle around and among each other in a New York/New Jersey crowded with new and leftover consumer goods, garbage, and human casualties from the drug trade.

Aside from implicit storyline comparisons to The Wire, American Gangster has an explicit connection to the show: Former Wire star Idris Elba appears briefly as a rival to Lucas and his expanding empire. Together, Elba and Washington exude gunfighter bravado in a pair of tense street scenes. Yet such pimpalicious behavior is no longer fresh. And is it finally okay to say that Denzel Washington is a tiresome anti-hero? He’s been working his calm charm and devil’s-advocate verve for quite a while now, but he’s one “hooah!” and one more “intense,” nobody’s-home glower away from permanent membership in the Pacino-De Niro Ridiculous Actor Hall of Fame — where he can join Armand Assante, whose buffoonish performance in American Gangster as a skeet-shooting mafia don is what should (but, sadly, won’t) be the movie goombah’s death rattle.

Lucas’ cutthroat business policies are never questioned. His nascent drug empire is justified as vengeance capitalism; he came from hard times, so he’s out to get his, and who’s to blame if most of the damage his business does is equivalent to black-on-black crime? Is the unquestioned law of the expanding corporation so ingrained in our consciousness that even illegal enterprises are glorified if they are effective? Is there no courage left in movies for any critical look at the disastrous effects of free-market madness? Short answer: not during Oscar season, my man.

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Local filmmaker looks back.

Sometimes it’s difficult to know when Memphis filmmaker Geoffrey Brent Shrewsbury is being himself and when he is channeling one of his oddball characters.

“This is a celebration seven years in the making,” he says, referring to the DVD-release party for My Very First Retrospective. “I’ve been working 11 hours a day getting ready for this.”

My Very First Retrospective features music videos for Memphis bands the Lost Sounds, Vegas Thunder, and the Oblivians, as well as the short narrative films and slideshows Shrewsbury made from 1999 to 2005. “It’s a big deal,” he insists of the release party. “It’s an extravaganza. There will be guests. There will be talking.”

Shrewsbury says he will only do some of the talking, leaving the rest to comedian and frequent Flyer contributor Andrew Earles, who is hosting the event.

“Andy’s really going to be prepared,” Shrewsbury promises. “Or at least he’s going to be prepared to be prepared. We’re rehearsing.”

Although Shrewsbury won’t name all the special guests who’ll be on hand to meet people and answer questions, he does promise a visit from Dale and Skeener, the two beer-drinking, pill-popping, Lionel Richie-loving stars of his mockumentary Karaoke Contest.

“This is really going to be a show,” he says, adding that things will be even better if more than 50 people show up.

Shrewsbury only plays the fool for the camera. The NYU alum has an eye for eye-popping color, an ear for ridiculous dialogue, and deep affection for the fake mustache. For the past 10 years, he’s used his skills as a visual storyteller and quirky satirist to chronicle Memphis in its righteousness and its ruin.

“Right now, I’m more interested in people who live outside the loop,” Shrewsbury says, acknowledging that the pieces collected on My Very First Retrospective may show a bit of Midtown bias.

Midtown Groove, one of the videos to be shown, is a B-balling, blue-eyed riff on Memphis. It gives Ace Frehley’s “New York Groove” the Three 6 Mafia treatment, while capturing a moment in Memphis music history when you couldn’t attend a concert without seeing an armada of hot rock chicks doing extraordinary things with Hula Hoops.

In addition to selections from My Very First Retrospective, Shrewsbury will screen the trailer for Driving for Freedom, a short film about the special kind of love that can only exist between a Western superpower and fossil fuel.

The reception for Geoffrey Brent Shrewsbury’s very first retrospective starts at 6 p.m. on Saturday, October 13. The screenings begin at 7 p.m.

“We’re not going to let people come and go once the screenings start,” Shrewsbury says. “Well, I guess we have to let them go.”

My Very First Retrospective screening and
DVD-Release Party

Memphis College of Art

Saturday, October 13th, 6 p.m.

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Dumber and Dumber

Many happy couples believe in soul mates. They will assure your sorry, single ass that, no matter how bad it looks out there, when it comes to love — not just any love, but that magical, life-affirming spiritual unity that grows and matures and sustains you into vigorous old age and whatever version of heaven you choose — there is someone out there for everyone. Even you. All you have to do is find him or her. But if serendipity and geography play major roles in bringing couples together, then is it any less goofy to believe that everyone actually has several soul mates? And is there a happy couple on the planet who hasn’t had times when they’ve imagined what life would be like with that special someone else out there?

At its worst, this serial inability to love the one you’re with is awfully similar to the perpetual sense of possibility that most movies awaken and then squash. If the last relationship didn’t work, maybe the next one will. If you didn’t like Pirates 3, then maybe Sweeney Todd will be decent. Of course, if your thoughts turn too often to what might exist rather than what you have, then maybe you need to confront those impulses directly and see what they say about you.

The ramifications of this terminal dissatisfaction should be the main subject of The Heartbreak Kid, the new Farrelly brothers comedy. Ben Stiller, America’s most enraged Everyman, plays Eddie Cantrow, a luckless bachelor who meets and marries Lily (Malin Akerman) in a whirlwind courtship. On their honeymoon in Mexico, he discovers that he and Lily aren’t compatible financially, recreationally, and, in a couple of brutally weird and cheaply funny scenes, sexually. Soon, Eddie is spending too much time at the hotel bar with Miranda (Michele Monaghan) and thinking about how he’s going to end his current marriage and get with his real sweetheart.

Before we go any further, let me ask this: How many current Farrelly brothers fans have seen Elaine May’s stunning 1972 version of The Heartbreak Kid? Charles Grodin played the Ben Stiller role; May’s daughter, Jeannie Berlin, was astonishing as Grodin’s mismatched spouse; and a 22-year-old Cybill Shepherd was the dismissive, flirty ice princess who inspired Grodin to make the wife swap. That film, ostensibly a comedy, is a squirmy, unflinching look at the human consequences of such terminal indecisiveness and callowness. In fact, May’s film is so icily logical and fearless, so resolutely adult in tone and attitude, that it’s scarcely a comedy. It is, however, one of the great ignored films of the 1970s, and anyone who sees it is not likely to forget it.

The Farrellys, with their unwavering affection for the freaks, geeks, and perverts of the world, should have been a good choice to remake the film. With 2005’s Fever Pitch, they also showed they could make a solid comedy for adults that is free of their typical gross-out gags. But this film is not for adults; it is for teenagers. Like Superbad, its gags are designed to alienate or derail any emotional engagement with the characters. (The conversation piece here is a money shot associated with a jellyfish sting.) The jokes are so far away from the characters’ actions that the film is lost; so many comic firecrackers lit, so few explosions.

It’s hard to grow up; it’s harder to settle down. As the Farrelly brothers’ latest film proves, it’s hardest of all to break out of preconceived notions and even attempt a mature work.

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British star Kate Beckinsale, perhaps best known for her sexy roles in several vampire movies, is coming to Memphis in a few days to film a journalism thriller about an outed CIA agent. We hear that, among other locations, the movie will use The Commercial Appeal newsroom as a set. Yes, we are now officially jealous of the CA.

It is October, but you’d never know it by going outdoors, where plus-90-degree temperatures in our area are breaking records that have stood in place for more than 50 years. At this rate, the most popular Halloween costume will be the Human Torch.

Memphis City Schools is forced to throw away an undisclosed amount of frozen cafeteria food after they fail to store it properly. When the district was building its Central Nutrition Center a few years ago, it said the central kitchen would make the food safer, more palatable, and cheaper. Guess not in this case.

A gunman at a Germantown convenience store hands the clerk a 32-ounce cup and orders her to fill it with coins. Where did he think he was — Tunica?

So it’s Mayor Herenton for four more years. In his victory speech, among other comments, he said, “There are some mean people in Memphis. They some haters. I mean they some haters in Memphis.” This man holds a Ph.D. — in education, no less — so why does he talk like this?

In one week, two different Olive Branch police dogs have nabbed two different robbery suspects — with their teeth. Talk about taking a bite out of crime.

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Goya’s Ghosts

Goya’s Ghosts is not a movie about Spanish artist Francisco Goya the way that Girl with a Pearl Earring was about Vermeer, so banish that expectation right away. It’s less about the artist than a film that uses Goya as entrée into the world he depicted. The film does as advertised, putting front and center his sinister, bizarre, ghoulish images — the sinners in the hands of an angry Catholic Church and in the midst of war — his ghosts, in other words.

In the film, Goya (Stellan Skarsgård) is brought to the attention of the Spanish Inquisition for his evil-looking prints. Inquisitor Brother Lorenzo (Javier Bardem) says not to burn the messenger at the stake for his message: the Godlessness Goya reports is real and must be eradicated. Meanwhile, another has drawn the interest of the Inquisition: Inés (Natalie Portman, shocking and delightful, in one of her best performances), Goya’s muse and a suspected Jew.

Goya’s Ghosts, directed by Milos Forman, does nearly everything right. As a condemnation of modern politics (nailing everything from monarchy to theocracy to Nazism to communism to American adventurism), the film shows no mercy. As a biopic, it doesn’t overstep its bounds: No explanation is given for Goya’s artistic visions except that they’re the only logical conclusion an eyewitness could come to. As historical recreation, the film fascinates.

The script has trouble finding a mission statement, but this plays as a strength. Eschewing formula, the film provides instead a story with a beginning, middle, and end both true to its setting and unmoored from a historical milieu.

As Lorenzo says, “There will be no liberty for the enemies of liberty.” Mostly, the film shows the lunacy of fighting one extreme with another. The only side Goya’s Ghosts finds sympathy for is the victims’. And, in the end, all that survives is madness.

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Becoming jane

A bit of biographical fiction positioned to capitalize on one of the few 19th-century novelists with a sizable contemporary cult, Becoming Jane is an embellished account of Jane Austen (Anne Hathaway) on the cusp of adulthood, focusing on her doomed flirtation and courtship with young Irish lawyer Tom Lefroy (James McAvoy).

Based on very limited real-word intel, Becoming Jane is speculative fiction driven by a clear desire to locate the observations of Austen’s best-known works (Pride & Prejudice, Sense & Sensibility) in her own pained human existence. Viewers more familiar with Austen’s work than I might have fun gleaning references to Austen’s novels embedded in the film, as real-life people and situations are set up as inspirations for later literary use.

Hathaway and, particularly, McAvoy (his star on the rise after The Last King of Scotland) are both effective, but, as a period piece about a woman’s limited options in British society, Becoming Jane is not exactly The House of Mirth. Ultimately, it comes across more like a selection from Harlequin’s historical teen division (is there such a thing?) adapted to the screen. This will appeal to many potential viewers — and you know who you are.

Opens Friday, August 10th, at Ridgeway Four

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Terrific end to Hollywood’s brainiest action franchise.

The finest contemporary action-film franchise, the Bourne series, in which brooding amnesiac and CIA-trained former spy and assassin Jason Bourne (Matt Damon) is dragged on a three-film quest to discover his past, gets a fitting ending with The Bourne Ultimatum.

Helmed by British director Paul Greengrass, as was the second in the series, The Bourne Supremacy, The Bourne Ultimatum is as good as modern action filmmaking — of the non-gonzo variety — gets: kinetic and smart, thrilling yet clinging tightly to the edge of believability.

This globe-hopping finale opens in Moscow and traverses London, Turin, Tangiers, Paris, and Madrid before landing in New York City, the site where the company-man monster Jason Bourne was created.

As The Bourne Ultimatum begins, the fugitive Bourne is off the CIA grid again, but a London Guardian security reporter, Simon Ross (Paddy Considine), is on the trail of his story with a deep-background CIA source who has firsthand knowledge of Bourne’s identity. After returning from meeting his source in Madrid, Ross utters the word “Blackbriar” — an even more secretive extension of the black ops “Treadstone” program that animated the earlier films — into his cell phone and immediately trips the post-Patriot Act surveillance apparatus half a world away. This puts Bourne, who has been tracking Ross’ stories, back on the grid and sets the film’s plot in motion.

On the strength of both The Bourne Supremacy and the 9/11 drama United 93, Greengrass already had emerged as one of the most talented film technicians around, and Ultimatum seals it. The action pieces here are exhilaratingly tense and coherent. One involves Bourne detecting and manipulating CIA surveillance of Ross at London’s Waterloo Station. Another is an extended cat-and-mouse sequence in Tangiers between Bourne and a CIA assassin that’s draining viscerally and, crucially, emotionally as well. Only the finale in New York, where Bourne too easily infiltrates and escapes from what should be a well-guarded CIA facility, strains credibility.

The core dynamic here — as in Supremacy, but more so — is that of Bourne, the lone action figure, pitted against the entirety of CIA surveillance. Making this process-oriented approach so breathlessly exciting and realistic positions Bourne Ultimatum as not very different, technically, from United 93, where a similar dynamic yielded a tension that was more agonizing.

Ultimatum is also, in its own way, no less tied to recent political history, with the introduction of a deep-cover CIA anti-terrorism unit involved in all kinds of nasty stuff, including assassinations of American citizens. With new CIA heavies Albert Finney and David Strathairn almost doppelgangers for previous-film equivalents Brian Cox and Chris Cooper, it feels like Bourne Ultimatum is revisiting the CIA perspective of the earlier films to scrub a layer deeper into our post-9/11 compromises.

The Bourne Ultimatum

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