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August 2025

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Classic Film: Metropolitan

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There is a period of time in many young people’s lives where they grapple with the mechanics of the society around them, often interjecting the material they studied in school into their idealistic view of how society should work. Much of it is nonsense. The exercise often grows old around the same time you realize that the kids at the kegger don’t care about some long-dead French socialist.

Whit Stillman’s 1990 debut film Metropolitan centers its narrative around an odious, mostly harmless group of college students bored on winter break. Tom Townsend (Edward Clements) is a middle-class outsider making his way through Princeton. Tom hates high society, particularly debutante balls, but attends one anyway. A chance encounter lumps Tom in with a social group known as the Sally Fowler Rat Pack, who mostly attend balls and spend all night talking about philosophy and other idle musings.

Tom begins to shed his anti-bourgeoisie feelings as a result of the newfound attention bestowed on him by members of the SFRP, who largely adopt him into their group out of boredom, and a shortage of male escorts for the ball. Tom looks up to Nick Smith (Christopher Eigeman), one of the more outspoken and opinionated members of the group, who paints a bleak outlook for their generation. One girl in the group, Audrey (Carolyn Farina) grows attracted to Tom, who’s still hung up on his ex, Serena (Ellia Thompson), a friend of many of the women in the SFRP. Tom’s introduction into the group is met with suspicion by a few, namely Jane (Allison Parisi), who is extra defensive of Audrey.

Produced with a budget of just over $200,000, Stillman largely relies on his script and his actors to propel the narrative. Most of the scenes take place in apartments or on the peripherals of debutante balls. Eigeman and Parisi propel much of the story, both possessing large personalities capable of finding ample nuance in largely repetitive scenes. Clements, who never acted again aside from a small role in Star Trek IV: The Undiscovered County, fully embodies the awkward, aloof Tom, a young man who struggles to get enough of the very thing he claimed to hate.

The work of Jane Austen supplies a steady backdrop for Tom and the rest of the characters. Audrey is a huge Austen fan. Tom dumps on Austen’s work without having read it himself, instead relying on literary criticism to supply him with the opinions he thinks he’s supposed to have, without any sense of irony.

Stillman finds plenty of subtleties that elevate Metropolitan above a standard comedy of manners, able to engage earnestly with the concerns of youth without ever bending to the self-importance of his characters. The members of the SFRP are all experiencing their first small taste of freedom. That kind of liberation can go to one’s head rather easily. Stillman doesn’t fall for the superficialities of youth, instead opting for a more subtle approach that manages to supply some meaning for all the time spent discussing philosophy in the middle of the night.

The characters in Metropolitan often feel like a stretch of winter break is the most important part of their lives. Stillman handles them with grace without expecting his audience to buy into their nonsense. Metropolitan is not exactly life-changing cinema, but there’s a lot of heart in Stillman’s examination of the junior members of the bourgeoisie.

Tuesday

26

August 2025

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‘Last Summer’ review: a haunting treatise on lust

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One of film’s disquieting pleasures is the way the medium offers its viewers the chance to experience a life that they themselves would never lead. The thought of an adult woman sleeping with her stepchild is wrong on so many levels. As director Catherine Breillat demonstrates in her 2023 film Last Summer (original French title: L’Été dernier), subjects that repulse on a visceral level can still elicit feelings from unexpected places.

Anne (Léa Drucker) is an attorney who works with at-risk children. Anne lives in a quiet town outside Paris with her husband Pierre (Olivier Rabourdin) and two adopted children. A self-proclaimed “gerontophile” (attracted to older people), Anne seems to enjoy her comfortable life, even with a little obvious distance from her husband, until Paul’s troubled seventeen-year-old son Théo (Samuel Kircher) comes to live with them.

Théo is the polar opposite of Paul, anti-social, mischievous, and charming. Théo bonds with the children while getting on Anne’s nerves, especially with Paul’s frequent work-related absences. Théo’s magic eventually takes hold, leading the adult woman to make the very bad and irresponsible choice to sleep with her stepson.

Based off the 2019 Danish film Queen of Hearts, Breillat revels in the uncomfortable. Last Summer has numerous spicy scenes, played with an energy that orbits the realm of passion without ever really touching the surface. Something is clearly missing from Anne’s idyllic country life. Drucker plays Anne with such precision, a woman intoxicated by the thrill of the hunt without ever losing sight of the obvious destruction caused by her decisions.

Anyone can conjure up an image of the perfect life. Each of us might need to swap out some pieces to match the reality we can make for ourselves. Some of us don’t have much money, or the ability to have kids of our own. Sometimes the love we once shared with our spouse withers and dies. Breillat is fascinated not just with power dynamics, but with decay.

Kircher plays Théo with a perfect blend of charisma and tediousness. Théo’s boyish looks never compensate for the reality that he’s a clueless young kid. The justifications for Anne’s infatuation with him exist in her own head. Breillat never tries to defend her protagonist’s horrid behavior.

There is something weirdly alluring in watching the drama unfold. Théo’s penchant for drama precludes him from discretion. Anne’s excuses are hardly believable to anyone, except for those so caught up in the idea of the idyllic life that they’re willing to ignore the reality right there in front of them.

Drucker is agonizing. Anne is a truly tedious character, obsessed with the gaze that men, usually older, have bestowed upon her all her life. Stuck in a boring, quiet town, with nothing to amuse her beyond the children she adopted to fulfill that very purpose, she begins to fall apart, until the very second that the gaze returns. It’s ugly, but deeply human at the same time.

Life doesn’t always go the way we planned. You can’t control the actions of others, only the way that you choose to receive them. Breillat produces the film’s most compelling work when she homes in on that reality. Last Summer is an uncomfortable ride through its 104-minute, but there’s a lot of food for thought. You can piece together the model of an ideal existence fairly easily, but it takes much more effort to make it come alive.

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August 2025

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‘Shin Godzilla’ review: Hideaki Anno’s bizarre gem has only improved with age

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All the way back in the 1950s, Godzilla began as a metaphor for nuclear weapons. The horrors that the giant lizard could wreak on downtown Tokyo were nothing compared to the atrocities that mankind could inflict on itself. Many decades and dozens of films later, the franchise has managed to evolve and encompass new real-world parallels without straying too far from its original message.

The 2016 film Shin Godzilla was recently re-released to theaters, enjoying an expanded North American market fresh off the heels of 2023’s blockbuster hit Godzilla Minus One. Shin Godzilla dedicated much of its runtime to a satire of the Japanese government’s response to the Fukushima nuclear accident in 2011. Nearly ten years later, it’s hard to believe that directors Hideaki Anno and Shinji Higuchi’s work could have another timely parallel on their hands in the COVID-19 pandemic.

The narrative largely centers around Rando Yaguchi (Hiroki Hasegawa), a Deputy Chief Cabinet Secretary in the Japanese government. The Coast Guard responds to news reports of an abandoned yacht in Tokyo Bay, and blood pouring into the Aqua-Line, though the government remained skeptical of anything nefarious. Only Yaguchi and a few others in the crowded cabinet meeting take the threat of a creature causing the chaos seriously.

Much of the first act of Shin Godzilla plays like a political satire. Godzilla wreaks havoc on Tokyo while the politicians shuttle from meeting to meeting, only to decide that the correct course of action requires more meetings. Whenever somebody manages to cut through the red tape, either the Japanese or American government demands a swift cover-up. The citizens are routinely lied to about the danger that Godzilla presents. Only when Yaguchi forms an off-site group to focus solely on defeating Godzilla does anything productive actually happen.

Anno, best known for his work with the Evangelion franchise, puts forth a delectably postmodern take on Godzilla. Anno’s kaiju is hideous. Its initial form looks like a lizard with googly eyes. There’s a lot of humor, pointed on a direct collision course with the horrors on full display. The narrative whiplash works well for the genre. Even when you can guess what’s going to come next, the results are genuinely surprising.

The incompetence of the government often competes with Godzilla for the most horrifying aspect of the film. Humanity may not face an imminent threat from an ocean-dwelling leviathan, but we’ve lived through recent crises where the strength of our civic institutions has been tested, and often found wanting.  With people who willfully deny scientific evidence and basic reality in positions of power, who can truly say which is worse?

The narrative does start to lose a bit of steam in the third act. The first half of the film is so laser-focused on political satire that it never really gives much time to developing its human characters. Yaguchi himself often functions as a stand-in for the lead character in the absence of anyone else who meets the description. Hasegawa does an admirable job endearing the audience to his character, but Anno and Higuchi don’t have a lot of interest in exploring humanity beyond the failures of the government.

The 120-minute runtime is a bit excessive, especially when the second half is light on Godzilla in parts where more of the big guy might have been welcome. Anno delivers a singular take on Godzilla that’s bound to stick with its audience long after the credits roll, a damning indictment on government incompetence that’s only improved with age. Fitting for its director, Shin Godzilla is a strange narrative, quite uneven at times. For the 31st entry into a decades-old franchise, perhaps the biggest achievement is the film’s delivery of something that feels genuinely fresh. There’s never been a Godzilla quite like this before.

Monday

11

August 2025

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Classic Film: Summertime

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Summer vacation possesses one allure that looms large over all the rest. Whether you travel to an exotic location like Venice, or even plant your feet up in your backyard for a few days off at home, summer provides the one thing we all need from time to time. What’s life without a little escapism? The 1955 film Summertime examines the life of a woman who perhaps waited a little too long for some release from her otherwise mundane existence.

Jane Hudson (Katharine Hepburn) is a single middle-aged woman traveling alone to Venice, Italy. A dream trip that she saved up years to go on, Jane is an upbeat woman who wears her emotions on her sleeves. She bonds quickly with the fellow guests at her pensione, but grows lonely when they all head out for their own adventures, leaving Jane to take in the marvelous city by herself, occasionally joined by a young street urchin Mauro (Gaetano Autiero).

Jane stumbles into an antiques shop, where she purchases a red goblet. Renato (Rosano Brazzi), the shopkeeper, quickly takes a fancy to Jane. Jane spends much of the next day infatuated with the thought of Renato, who returns her affection later that evening with a visit to her pensione. Jane quickly falls in love with Renato, though a conversation with his nephew reveals that Renato is a married man, estranged from his wife. Rather than express remorse for the deception, Renato attempts to flip the script, claiming that Italy operates by a different set of rules, chastising Jane for resisting lowering her standards.

Based on the stage play The Time of the Cuckoo, director David Lean shows off his penchant for epic cinematography, later displayed in his classics The Bridge on the River Kwai and Lawrence of Arabia, with his awe-inspiring depiction of Venice. Venice is essentially its own character in the film, an intoxicating playground for the disaffected in search of something to break the mundanity of life. Making great use of the city, Lean’s depiction of Venice looks breathtaking in Technicolor.

Hepburn carries the rather clunky screenplay, co-authored by Lean and H.E. Bates. Jane has an understated complexity to her character, a social butterfly who can’t shake the feeling that time has passed her by. While her obvious star power radiates in every scene, Hepburn elicits great sympathy for Jane through the subtle moments of profound sadness, the immutable sting of loneliness still resonating seventy years later.

The story starts to unravel by the third act. Renato is a mess. Brazzi plays him competently, but the sleaziness of the deception and his pitiful defense of his actions leave a bad taste that Lean does little to wash away. The 100-minute runtime overstays its welcome, though it’s hard to tire of the beautiful Venetian scenery. The subject matter is probably a little too complex for the remnants of the Hays Code era. 1955 was not exactly the best time to try to make the case for an adulterous summer fling.

At one point, Jane remarks that it’s better to leave a party before it ends. However true that may be, Renato is not much of a party. Summertime is a bit of a mixed bag. Lean’s filmmaking is always a sight to behold, and Hepburn is in peak form. The film is practically worth watching for those reasons alone. If only the story at the heart of the narrative received as much care as Lean gave to his gorgeous depiction of the city.

Tuesday

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August 2025

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Classic Film: Pump Up the Volume

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There’s never been an easier time for disaffected people to make their voices heard. Social media and podcasts provide outlets for anyone to amass large followings spouting vagaries against the system, irrespective of the merit of any of their arguments. As we’ve seen with the right-wing echo chamber known as the “manosphere,” having a large platform does not instill a sense of responsibility to be careful with such power and influence.

The 1990 film Pump Up the Volume often plays like a stereotypical Gen X high school film, rife with angst towards the previous generations that stifle their individuality. Mark Hunter (Christian Slater) is a high school student who recently moved to a suburb of Phoenix, Arizona for his father’s job. Mark is a socially awkward loner with little social contact throughout the day. At night, he broadcasts a pirate FM radio show under the pseudonym “Hard Harry,” playing music and raging against the machine that is his local high school.

Mark’s show attracts little notice at first, rising in popularity as students at his school sell bootlegs of his show. The faculty starts to take an interest after a student commits suicide shortly after appearing on Mark’s show. Another student, Nora De Niro (Samantha Mathis), discovers Mark’s identity, urging him to use his voice to lead his fellow students in protesting the school, whose principal, Lorretta Creswood (Annie Ross), is doing her best to manipulate test scores to secure additional funding.

Slater showcases a remarkable range as Mark, who often plays like a clueless rebel without a cause. Much of Hard Harry’s musings are generic fluff without much substance, carrying the same level of intellectualism as high school freshmen getting stoned in their parents’ basement for the first time. The film doesn’t put much weight behind the school’s “problems” until late in the third act, a half-baked premise that frequently undercuts its own message.

What sets Mark apart from the shock jocks he tries to emulate is the sin for which he’d be cast out from the manosphere if the film were made today. Mark cares about the ramifications of his words. Mark’s show radicalizes his fellow students to take action against the school. While people like Nora encourage him to keep going, Mark pauses to consider the implications of his power.

Mark is also quite different from many leading bad boys of his time. Mark lacks the effortless cool factor that defined the likes of John Bender and Ferris Bueller, only coming out of his shell behind the comforts of anonymity provided by his show, where he uses a harmonizer to mask his voice. It takes Nora embodying peak manic pixie dream girl to break through his anti-social security blanket, Mathis commanding every scene she’s in, often through mere facial expressions.

Writer/director Allan Moyle’s work takes itself too seriously at times, consistently bailed out by Slater’s mesmerizing performance and an exceptional soundtrack anchored by Leonard Cohen. The chemistry between Slater and Mathis is the most interesting dynamic in the film, but Moyle rarely gives them the runway. The character work constantly plays second fiddle to the atmosphere, much to the film’s detriment.

Social media often makes a person feel like they’re screaming into the void, irrespective of follower count. Engagement-driven algorithms seek to teach us that nothing is worth saying unless somebody is listening. You’re meant to believe that if you don’t get likes, you are not liked.

Despite a lackluster screenplay, Pump Up The Volume stands out from its contemporaries through its earnest sincerity. Disaffected youth don’t want to hear that it gets better. Slater found a way to reach them anyway. The film is hardly Gen X’s greatest cinematic triumph, but one that remains particularly relevant in today’s uncertain times.