Noir City 2007: Why Is Everyone So Sarcastic?

Noir City 5: Days Two and Three
Cry Danger (1951, Dir. Robert Parish
Special Guest: Richard Earlman
Abandoned (1949, Dir. Joseph M. Newman)
Hell's Half Acre (1954, Dir. John Auer)
99 River Street (1953, Dir. Phil Karlson)

The San Francisco Film Noir Festival
Friday, January 26th-Sunday, February 4th, 2007
The Castro Theatre
San Francisco, CA
For a complete listing of the screenings go to:
http://www.noircity.com/noircity.html

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Day Two of the San Francisco Film Noir Festival featured a double bill of films written by Bill Bowers. Bowers' plots may have been run of the mill, but his dialog was some of the best in noir. In the first film, Cry Danger (available on VHS from Republic) the terminally sarcastic Dick Powell stars as Rocky. A phony alibi has recently sprung him form the pen where he was serving a life sentence for a murder and robbery. When he gets out he immediately sets out to expose Castro, a ruthless thug who he thinks actually committed the robbery. He also wants the $50, 0000 he feels Castro owes him for time he did in jail for Castro's crime.

Supposedly Rocky wound up in jail because he was framed; I think it was his complete inability to answer any question without making a smart ass rejoinder, regardless of the gravitas of the situation, that actually landed him in jail. When Castro asks him, after an initial payoff of $4,000, "What do you plan to do with all the dough?" Rocky responds "I plan to get an operation, so I can play the violin again." His semi-alcoholic sidekick, portrayed by the great character actor Richard Erdman who attended the noir festival, is equally as witty. When cutie blonde trailer trash, Darlene sees him take a morning shot of bourbon she asks, "You drinkin' that stuff so early?" He replies, "Listen, doll girl, when you drink as much as I do, you gotta start early."

The second half of the double feature was Abandoned (not available on VHS or DVD) which Bowman script doctored adding much need wit to a fairly turgid story of a woman, Paula, who comes to the big city to find her missing sister. She finds out her sister was killed by some very nasty racketeers running an illegal adoption ring. Along with a charming local reporter, an unwed mother and the D.A. she busts up the racket. The real standout in the film was Raymond Burr as the corrupt private investigator who plays both sides against the middle. The scene where the racketeers torture him with a pack of matches is discreetly shot but incredibly brutal.

On day three, the festival screened two Evelyn Keys films, neither on VHS or DVD, Hell's Half Acre and 99 River Street. Keyes left me unimpressed as an actress, but the two films were great. In Hell's Half Acre, Keyes plays Donna Williams. Donna travels to Honolulu and searches the sleazy tenement district, Hell's Half Acre, for Chet Chester an ex-racketeer hunting down the killer of his girlfriend. Donna believes Chet may be her husband reported missing in action twelve years earlier during the attack on Pearl Harbor.

What makes this film great is not the leads or the plot but a triumvirate of character actors giving completely unrestrained performances as the heavies. First, there's Phillip Ahn, a great actor, whose career followed the path of most Asian American actors of the classic period: Charlie Chan film, Japanese baddie, Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing, Korean soldier, servants/small shop owners, tong leader and finally one of David Carradine's mentors on Kung Fu. In Hell's Half Acre, he portrays the lead bad guy with great gusto. In this pot boiler, he betrays the lead, murders two people with his bare hands and carries on a torrid affair with a married white woman played by Marie Windsor. Marie steals the show as Ahn's mistress. She's delightfully trashy and has a great drunk scene. Jessie White plays her slovenly husband. Better known for comedy, he strikes just the right balance between pathetic loser and menacing sleaze ball. He's quite effective in a scene where he drunkenly attempts to assault Keyes.

By the way, if you think I'm kidding about Love is A Many-Splendored Thing, then check out the scene where the heroine introduces William Holden to her Chinese family- it's a who's who of 1950s Asian American actors.

In 99 River Street, other more compelling characters overwhelm Keyes. It's really John Payne's film. Like Dick Powell, he transitioned from light musical comedy to film noir after the war. He gives a surprisingly complex performance as an embittered ex-boxer who simmers with barely controlled rage. He drives a cab, dreams of owning a gas station and argues a lot with his beautiful but shrewish wife, Pauline who married him when he was poised to become the champ. Unbeknownst to him, she has plans to move on. She's tied up in a jewel theft and with the handsome thief, Victor Rollins. When Payne goes to pick her up at the florist shop he sees her in the arms of Rollins. After a series of dizzying plot twists, Payne finds himself hunted by the police for Pauline's murder and in turn playing the hunter. He has to find Rollins so he can clear himself before Rollins leaves the country or his cohorts in crime gun him down. Keyes' plays the struggling actress eager to help him and fearful for his precarious situation. When she points out the danger he's in he replies, "It's dangerous to cross the street. Or to park your cab in front of a florist shop." Words to live by.

Hell's Half Acre poster image from the IMDb. 

'Round the Zoo: A Chat With Robinson Devor

Part One: A Great Organic Tomato

Now my friends all came to see me they point at me and stare
Said he's just like the rest of us so what's he doing in there
They hide in their movie theaters drinking juice-keeping tight
'Cause they're certain...that zoo's no place to spend the night.
-- James Taylor, "Knocking 'Round the Zoo" (1968)

Last September, I interviewed local director Robinson Devor (Police Beat) for a magazine article. Since I was only able to use a few quotes, I transcribed the entire interview for Seattle Film Blog. At the time, Devor, along with co-writer Charles Mudede (The Stranger), was working on In the Forest There Is Every Kind of Bird. Since then, he's completed the documentary and changed the title to Zoo.

Subsequently, it was accepted by the Sundance Film Festival, where it screened last week, eliciting widespread praise for an extremely tricky premise: The film was inspired by the infamous Enumclaw Horse Case. At the time, Devor mentioned that he had a negative pick-up deal with THINKfilm (Murderball, Half Nelson). They have since picked up Zoo for theatrical distribution.

Where are you from originally?

I'm a New Yorker. I grew up outside of New York City, about 50 miles.

You got rid of your accent, apparently.

You know, there's an accent perimeter. It's about an hour in every direction. You get just outside of that, and you don't have a New York accent. I went to college in Texas, kind of on a fluke. I had a friend from back East, and he said there was a good film school in Dallas at SMU, which is Southern Methodist University. I was probably gonna go to NYU or something like that. It seemed really intriguing to go some place different, and I had a couple good friends who were going there. They had a good program. I was very broke in college, and film school is an expensive thing-to make films. In college, if you have no money whatsoever--this was back before video was such an easy way to work on your craft-just to buy the film and develop it and stuff, I was always just scraping by. So, I didn't really have a lot of production experience, but they had very good criticism classes that exposed me to...Italian cinema and other things, the basics of film education. It was not bad.

So, you were working exclusively with film and not video?

Yeah, it was a comic degree title, it was Radio, TV, and Film. [laughs]

I interviewed Lynn Shelton, who went to school in New York.
She has a weird degree, too. It's not film, it's like Media Arts...

Media Studies or something like that.

Yeah, a combination of things. So, where in New York did you grow up?

I grew up in Pound Ridge, which is in Westchester County.
It's basically, you know...suburbia. John Cheever country.

[According to Wikipedia, Eli Wallach, Richard Gere,
David Letterman, andEartha Kitt are some of the
celebrities that have called Pound Ridge home.]

I grew up in Connecticut--Hartford--but we left a long time ago.

I grew up right on the border of Connecticut.

[image]
Devor working on Police Beat (2005)

Is it true that you divide your time between LA and Seattle?

You know, that's an old fact. I think that [his IMDb bio] was
written about five years ago. I lived in LA for at least 10 years,
then I moved here. I actually just had my five-year anniversary.

You couldn't have made Police Beat if you didn't
live here, that's the feeling I got from that [film].

Well, that was just a new person [Z, a Senegalese bike cop] experiencing Seattle.

But it felt like it was made by someone who knew the
city, because I could recognize things that somebody
from out of the city might not. You didn't necessarily
film the obvious landmarks, like the Space Needle.

I was advised against filming certain things. [laughs]

That's probably a good idea, unless you film
things in a different way, like in The Parallax
View. That's a good use of the Space Needle.

Absolutely. So, I was dividing my time a little bit. I kept a place
that I had--it was rent-controlled--in Santa Monica that I didn't
want to give up, but I had to give it up. It was just, you know,
when you move to a new place... It was just for a year that I
was holding onto it, but I fell totally in love with Seattle.

[image]
The Parallax View (1974)

When did you decide to become a director?

I was directing some theater when I was a junior in high school. I
guess that's fairly early, but I wanted to get very enamored with
theater. I guess, it's the most immediate... Certainly, you know, you-
are watching films at an early age, when you're a teenager, and they're
a huge influence, but you grow up in New York and you have a chance
to go into the city and watch theater and things like that, and also I
was reading a lot of plays. The most immediate way...was just to
get into theater, so I was very into theater for a couple of years.

But you knew you weren't going to be a theater director?

Well, I still love it. It's just one of those things I was doing when I was a junior and senior in high school, and then I took a few years off, honing my social skills and just going to college, and not being as serious about the arts. [Later] it was the typical thing: I wanted to be in a band, and then I came out to LA, and I was working on being in a band and then I directed a half-hour documentary. I used to go to this kind of avant garde film group in LA, and I met this guy named Michael Guccione--no relation to the other Guccione. He's one of the best filmmakers who's working in the United States, he's just very obscure. His films were magnificent, and I asked if I could co-direct something with him, and he said, Well, sure. If you can get the money, you can co-direct something with me. [laughs] A very shrewd answer.

You got the money?

I found the money. We did a documentary on Angelyne.
She's kind of a billboard queen. So, that was the first thing
I did. After that, though, I was very serious about trying
to be a poet. I was gonna go to graduate school and study
with James Dickey, but he died the year I was gonna go
study at the University of South Carolina.

[Maybe that's why critics describe his films as "poetic."]

[image]
Angelyne (1999)

Was there a particular film, director, or incid-
ent that convinced you to become a director?

Film is such a special experience that I would hope it's not
there merely to inspire me or someone else to just do it. All
the great film influences really have nothing to do with, Yeah,
I wanna do that. They're private, profound experiences.

Or was there something that just seemed doable, that made
you think, I could do that. Or I could do that even better...?

It's like when you get a great organic tomato, and you're
like, I could grow this. It just didn't work that way for me.

It sounds more gradual then--or organic, to go back to that word.

Yeah. It's not that you want to do what somebody else does or what's possible. It's really about creating that space that you're in that's a hypnotic environment, so that you can go there again, and you never really will be able to do it... Of course, you're a participant in other people's films. I think with those great experiences, it's almost like somebody shows you a new world, and what you're trying to do is find entrance to those worlds, and go there again through your own work. And sometimes you can do that. Of course, you're the one that's creating the smoke and the mirrors and all that stuff, so it's not actually the same thing, but you can feel like you're entering a strange world, an interesting world. That's really what it is. I've always said for me, like with Police Beat, it was a film about place, an environment, and a tone. I can be very happy in a movie if at least somebody takes me into a new environment. If it's captured cinematically, if I feel it's new and exciting. You get that feeling when you're scouting and when you're thinking, and then it goes away when you're shooting, a little bit. And it still goes away when you're watching dailies, but then it comes back when you're editing, and you start to feel that... You lose it as you start to edit, but it's really about just trying to create that very strange sensation of newness.

Are you saying that once you started making films, then you really knew it was for you? And also that all these other things, like poetry and music and theater directing, were all steering you towards film directing?

There are a lot of very talented people in this world, with much more tal-
ent than I have, who can excel in a variety of arts. I had a ridiculous aspiration when I was 20 that I would be like Marcel Duchamp, and I would do a little poetry in the morning and a little filmmaking in the afternoon and cut a record in the evening. But I always said whatever I'm worst at will fall away quickly, and maybe whatever I'm okay at will be clear. So, I was terrible at music and poetry was all right... But filmmaking is such an enormous endeavor. It takes so long to show that you have any skill at [it] or that you are happy with what you've done, so in a way it's a perverse endurance test. I take some pride just in the fact that it takes a lot of stamina to hang in there, to keep working, to try to build a career. So, half of it is being stubborn, but feeling very passionate about it. It's one of the tougher art forms, I think. All art forms are difficult, but filmmaking is especially difficult, because it takes a lot of money, relatively speaking, to do it. Not as much as it used to. You can scale it down, just like making an album, writing a novel. It just takes time and time is money. So, that was a roundabout answer. What was the question again?

[image]
Duchamp (as seen by Man Ray)

Next: The Beauty of Loose Filmmaking

*****

Devor images from Mubi, The Los Angeles Times (Myung J. Chun), and The Seattle PI (Joshua Trujillo). Click here for Kenneth Turan on Zoo and here for Sean Axmaker on Cascadia, AKA Police Beat.

Noir City 2007: Descent into Darkness

NOIR CITY 5

Day One

Raw Deal (1948, Dir. Anthony Mann)
Kid Glove Killer (1942, Dir. Fred Zinneman)
Special Guest: Marsha Hunt

Right: Marsha Hunt torn between naughty Lee Bowman and nice Van Heflin

The San Francisco Film Noir Festival
Fri, Jan 26-Sun, Feb 4, 2007
The Castro Theatre
San Francisco, CA

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Noir City 5 opened with two films, Anthony Mann's Raw Deal (1948) (available on DVD from Roan Archival Group) and Fred Zinneman's Kid Glove Killer (1942) (never available on home video). The two films were probably doubled up because of their star, Marsh Hunt who appeared at the festival and commented on both films and her career. However, the pairing of these two films served another purpose; they illuminate the deepening and darkening of film noir over the course of its cycle, the shifting of the emphasis in film noir from the external to the internal.

Kid Glove Killer opens with the election of a new mayor who promises to clean up the city and smash the protection rackets bleeding the small business owners. What he doesn't know is that his right hand man, Gerald I. Ladimer, is in bed with the racketeers using his position with the mayor to shield the head of the racket in return for money and a promising political career. Ladimer arranges for the murder of the D.A. to prevent the exposure of the big boss, Matty. Later Ladimer kills the mayor with a homemade bomb. The film follows two forensics experts, Gordon McKay and his beautiful assistant Jane Mitchell (Marsha Hunt) as they investigate both murders. Here the audience is asked to identify with the investigators on their quest for justice. The audience identifies with the good guys and waits for the forces of right and reason to expose the criminal for the benefit of the little guy, represented by restaurant owner, Eddie Wright.

Six years later, audience identification shifts radically in Raw Deal from the investigators to the criminal and his accomplices. Here the film focuses on Joe who escapes from the penitentiary aided by the willing Pat and the seemingly unwilling Ann. The man hunting him down, Police Captain Fields has only a few scenes and absolutely no character development. The characters who concern us are not the protectors of law and order but the ones who threaten it. Both films feature a love triangle; in Kid Glove Killer Jane is torn between the secretly criminal Ladimer and the upright McKay and in Raw Deal Joe is torn between "bad girl" Pat and "good girl" Ann.

These two love triangles illustrate profoundly the shift in film noir from external concerns to internal concerns and in doing so the how the genre moved from light tales of the forces of good triumphing over evil to complex stories dealing with people who struggle with the good and evil within themselves and even the question of what is right and what is wrong. In Kid Glove Killer, the triangle remains strictly surface, there's no real suspense in the question of who Jane will wind up with, once Ladimer is exposed, the audience knows she'll wind up in the arms of McKay. The focus here is on his exposure as the bad guy. On the other hand, in Raw Deal, Ann knows that Joe is a criminal but she sees the good in him, the heart of gold. Here the suspense centers around who will Joe pick the good girl or the bad girl and more importantly what way of life will he choose?

This is where things get complicated. In Kid Glove Killer Jane secretly wants to marry her boss, but agrees to marry Ladimer since he is ambitious and actually expresses interest in her. Later when she comes back to the lab after Ladimer's exposure as the criminal and the racket's been busted up; McKay breaks down and proposes to her. Her mission is accomplished; she is married and can give up the career she hates for the career she wants: Wife. In Raw Deal the criminal Joe actually starts to buy into the same suburban dream. Oddly when he chooses "bad girl" Pat he is choosing to be a husband and father (granted as an escaped criminal living in Panama). Pat is at first overjoyed by his decision, but guilt and more importantly, an understanding that she wins him only by default, drives her to tell him the truth that Ann is being held by his psychotic boss in an effort to force Joe out of hiding and be killed.

So here the externally "bad girl", Pat a gangsters moll from the wrong side of the tracks, is actually the "good girl". She is lovingly devoted to Joe and if he chooses to go with her to Panama, Joe can live out life as a husband and father leaving behind his life of crime. She is a fresh start, hope and ultimately more of a Madonna figure than Ann. Ann, externally the "good girl", a woman who struggled along, playing by the rules, to build a humble but morally upright life for herself, ultimately becomes the "bad girl". Her love for Joe and his for her is sexually charged in a way that it isn't with Pat. When he chooses to act on his love for her he ultimately chooses self destruction. He dies in her arms. His decision is an immediate impulse as opposed to the lengthy rationalization he employees to talk himself into staying with Pat. His passionate love for the "good girl" has destroyed him as surely as if he's fallen for a femme fatale. Both women are left heartbroken. Pat must face both the death of her loved one and the realization that he preferred to die in another woman's arms then to live in hers. Ann loses her lover, has to live with being the one who drove him to his destruction and has to live knowing that she was not the girl she thought she was. This is a far cry from Jane's game of musical fiancées.

Ultimately, the pairing of Kid Glove Killer and Raw Deal illustrates clearly how film noir moved away from a simple world view to a highly complex one. The move from the American Dream of a stable society, where the bad guy is exposed, the hero wins the heroine and they live happily ever after to a shadowy underworld, where the whole notion of good and bad is questioned and there is no happily ever after, just existential angst or death.

Image (The Kid Glove Killer) from the IMDb.  

Iraq In Fragments Interview - Oscar Worthy Edition

So, the Oscar nominations have been announced. I'll skip the whole megillah of who I'd like to see win [Letters From Iwo Jima, Kate Winslet, Jackie Earle Haley, Clint Eastwood, Peter Morgan] and focus on the prize I really care about, best documentary. As much as I'd like to see Al Gore clutching a gold statuette [though, technically, Davis Guggenheim would be the recipient], I would prefer seeing him accomplish something of greater benefit to the nation, namely getting elected for real in 2008 [I'll happily settle for Hillary or Obama, though].

Gore might very well be the favorite for the award, but I'll be rooting for Yahya Sinno and James Longley, the producer/director team of Iraq In Fragments. Granted, Longley already has an Academy Award, albeit of the student variety, but this would be his first Oscar and, by extension, the first Oscar winner I will have interviewed. Academy voters, make both our dreams come true!

If you haven't seen the film, it's still in release all over the country. If you have already seen it and you want to learn more, by all means read the in-depth, exhaustively detailed, six part interview I conducted with Longley a year ago. It may not be the only interview you should read on this film but, surely, it will be the longest.

Noir City 2007: Welcome to the Fifth Edition

NOIR CITY 5

The San Francisco Film Noir Festival
Fri, Jan 26-Sun, Feb 4, 2007
The Castro Theatre
San Francisco, CA

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So what if you have to double cross your war buddy and take all the dough from the heist you've planned with him for months? Or embezzle a small fortune from your boss? Or maybe knock off your unwanted spouse and collect the insurance money? Won't it be worth it to sit at the historic Castro Theatre for ten glorious days and watch twenty films about people like you, people that had the guts to grab for what they want? Of course, you might want to remind yourself that most of them wound up dead. But won't it be worth it? After all she might be there waiting for you.

Yeah, she will be there, Marsha Hunt, star of RAW DEAL and KID GLOVE KILLER. Wouldn't you like to meet her at the reception? Watch those two classic films with her? Hear all those great stories about the making of the films, about her career and about those days in Hollywood? A dame who had to struggle against black listing in the fifties could probably teach a punk like you a thing or two about life. Richard Erdman will be at the festival too. He'll be grilled on stage about his role in CRY DANGER.

We're not talking about any twenty film noirs. Go ahead watch the same old movies in your cramped little apartment while the rain beats monotonously against the windows till you snap. Miss more then twelve films that have never been released on VHS or DVD. No one thought I WALK ALONE would see the light of day again. But there it will be on the big screen. A 35mm archival print of it surfaced sort of like that body you thought you buried so long ago. Then there's the new 35mm print of I LOVE TROUBLE struck especially for Noir City Five. Do you have any idea what programmer Anita Monga had to go through to get that print? To get restored 35mm prints of THE BIG COMBO and THE SPIRTUALIST? All so you could see them in their full black and white glory on the big screen. Don't you think you owe her something?

If all this won't convince you then there's just this. Wouldn't it be great to watch these films, even the ones you've seen before, on the big screen with a bunch of other movie lovers and listen to Eddie Muller, founder and president of The Film Noir Foundation and author of DARK CITY, tell you a thing or two about them. You may have caught him at SIFF last year when he brought us Seattleites two great and rare film noirs, THE MAN WHO CHEATED HIMSELF and THE WINDOW. He also taught us a lesson. Film noir boils down to this, "people who know they're doing the wrong thing and do it anyway." So do what it takes, and get your self down to San Francisco and spend ten days watching other people destroy their lives.

Image (Masha Hunt in Raw Deal) from Mr Beller's Neighborhood.

Un Bonne Flic

LE PETIT LIEUTENANT
(Xavier Beauvois, France, 2005, unrated, 110 mins.)

Un flic = French for a cop.


Antoine and Solo take a ride

I love the police procedural. It's been around for ages and shows no signs of stopping. As long as there are cops and criminals, the form will persist. And it
lends itself as gracefully to the big screen as to the small, especially on cable,
where writers, directors, and actors can take the time to get the details right,
like on HBO's The Wire. Police procedurals appeal to those who truly believe the
devil is in the details. Take away the details and a police procedural becomes
just another crime drama, a term so vague as to be almost meaningless.

I wish I could say that Le Petit Lieutenant reinvents the form or boasts some
kind of gimmick that separates it from the pack. But really, it's simply superior
to most. That's pretty much it. The script is smart, the cast couldn't be better,
and writer/director/actor Beauvois (he plays Morbé) has the right touch to make
it all work. He's not going for full-on melodrama any more than documentary-
style realism. He presents a number of archetypes, to be sure, but no one emerges as a stereotype. The writing and acting are far too good to let that happen.


Antoine, Solo, and Caroline interrogate a suspect
Set in Paris, his fourth film focuses on one seemingly insignificant murder, but
it's mostly about the plainclothes cops trying to solve it. And here's where those archetypes enter the scene. There's a recovering alcoholic inspector, a jaded vet,
and an eager young rookie, the "petit lieutenant" of the title. You've seen versions of these characters on numerous cop shows, like NYPD Blue and Homicide, and in movies, like Serpico. Yet, the film feels fresh. At times, I was reminded of previous pictures, like La Balance (1982), for which Nathalie Baye won her first César, but only at certain junctures. The movie, as a whole, doesn't feel like something I've seen before. Beauvois also has a way of showing how boring police work can be without actually boring the viewer. It isn't all running and shooting -- except when it is.
As it opens, the soft-eyed, square-jawed Antoine (Jalil Lespert, Human Resources) has just been transfered from Normandy. He couldn't be happier. Tired of sitting around, he can't wait to hit the streets. His wife, meanwhile, likes living in the country, where she teaches grade school. Antoine loves her dearly, but he loves his job just as much. She wants to make a difference, but so does he. This conundrum could have come across as clichéd, but Beauvois never pushes things too far. We see a little of Antoine's lady love, but not enough to make her a cop wife stock figure.
Antoine's co-workers include Inspector Vaudieu (Nathalie Baye, who scored a second César for her nicely shaded performance), veteran cop Mallet (Antoine Chappey), and Muslim cop Solo (Roschdy Zem). For the most part, they get along pretty well. Soon, they're almost like a family, which just pushes Antoine's wife further from the frame. Yes, there's a little racism, but not as much as you might expect. There are also echoes of Helen Mirren's Jane Tennyson (Prime Suspect, which ended its run last year) in Baye's inspector, who develops maternal feelings towards Antoine, but times have changed and for the most part, the men accept her as their leader.

Mallet, Solo, and Antoine tie one on
By the end of the film, we've gotten to know the whole gang. We see them on the job and off the clock -- at recovery meetings, with their families, and downing a few at the local watering hole. They're brave and foolhardy, compassionate and selfish, funny and cruel. So often while watching cop dramas, I never stop to think how heroic they are to put their lives on the line for the greater good. And I certainly don't like to be told what to think. Beauvois and co-writers Cédric Anger, Guillaume Bréaud, and Jean-Eric Troubat give the audience more credit than that. But by depicting these people as fully-rounded individuals, and then showing what happens when the worst possible scenario plays out, my sense of appreciation was greater than if they had been depicted as complete losers, on the one hand, or superhuman, on the other.
There's nothing trendy about Le Petit Lieutenant, and nor is it an homage to the golden age of the procedural (Bullitt, The French Connection, etc.), but the fact that these happen to be a movie-mad crew of crime fighters just intensified my respect. Look closely, and you'll spot posters all over the squad room for films like Jean-Pierre Melville's Un Flic and Sergio Leone's Once Upon a Time in America. This kind
of attention to even the smallest detail makes Le Petit Lieutenant the best police procedural I've seen in years -- next to The Wire, of course -- but it accomplishes
more in 110 minutes than most cop shows do in an entire season. Don't miss it.

Note the poster in the background...
*****
Le Petit Lieutenant is currently playing at the Varsity Theater (4329 University
Way N.E.). For more information, please click here for the official website,
here for Landmark Theaters, or call the Varsity at 206-781-5755.

Inland Empire: Beautiful...and Confusing

INLAND EMPIRE
(David Lynch, USA, 2006, 172 minutes)

It's been said that watching a David Lynch film is like watching his dreams on screen. Since I usually have pretty f-ed up dreams, I can identify with that--in fact, perhaps that's a big part of why I love his films so much. Inland Empire really seems to take that idea to the extreme.

This meandering tale of an actress (Laura Dern) who gets lost in her current role and in-between the past, present, and future blended several images together: a young girl in a hotel room, a television show involving people in bunny costumes (the bunnies were my favorite part), an older foreign movie (the basis for the "remake" being filmed now), and the story of Dern and her leading man (Justin Theroux - who makes me swoon) in character and out in several different settings. The end result was more confusing than most other David Lynch plots.

There was some amazingly beautiful imagery, interestingly-framed shots, choreographed dance numbers, and trademark Lynch dialogue (as well appearances by regulars Grace Zabriskie and Harry Dean Stanton) that made me really like the film. Jeremy Irons injected some hilarity as the director, and this may be one of Dern's finest performances--the range of emotion she conveys is astounding.

What I didn't like was the grainy quality of digital video, the scenes so dark I couldn't see what was going on (reminiscent of Lost Highway), and the over-abundance of tight close-ups on the main character's face. See, a big part of what I love about Lynch is his ability to frame people in lush settings and colors, so that the film ends up looking more like a photograph or a painting--I like that he can take you completely away from reality, and the digital video camera he used gave a more realistic quality to the movie than I liked.

To be honest, I keep changing my mind about my feelings on the film as a whole. When I first starting writing this review, I was all set to tell you that is my least favorite Lynch film. Now that I've really had time to think my about it, my conclusion is this: It felt less like a film and more like pieces of art woven together--and it could definitely use some editing (its 172 minute running time made me lose interest a few times), but it's still essentially Lynch. My recommendation would be to see it, but only if you consider yourself a hard-core fan.

Images from The Guardian (Laura Dern / photograph: Magnolia Pictures/Sportsphoto/Allstar) and Boston Hassle (Dern with Justin Theroux).