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Sundance Review: Users

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Technology is taking over our lives, a preventable reality that also kind of feels inevitable. Advances in artificial intelligence could very well create a scenario where children love their devices more than their parents. Director Natalia Almada occasionally grapples with this idea, never quite sure what direction to take Users in.

Almada showcases plenty of visual wonders through the eighty-one-minute runtime. She finds beauty in many mundane activities, from watching a kid play video games or a stevedore unloading shipping containers. Her attention to detail is exceptional, finding emotion in a pile of crushed up computer chips.

For all the visual beauty to soak in, Users doesn’t have enough substance for the mind to digest. A jarringly forgettable adventure. There is no consistent narrative, nor any concrete idea that Almada seems interesting in grappling with. One can admire her ambition of scope, but there’s no takeaway.

This dynamic is best on display when Almada shows the sky from an airplane, the narration questioning why people would choose the tiny TVs over endlessly gazing at the horizon. Almada hints that there’s something wrong with the way people entertain themselves on long flights. While likely designed to be an open question, the whole exercise instead makes you wonder how many plane rides she’s been on without the use of a screen.

Users is not a pretentious narrative, but it does feel a bit smug-adjacent. Philosophical questions never arrive at answers, understandable given the gravity of Almada’s broader ambitions. The narrative hints at the idea of wanting to strike at the core of humanity, but all it ends up doing is tiptoeing around the globe until it’s time for the credits to roll.

The result is so unbelievably frustrating. Almada successfully communicates the weight of the world, no easy task for any narrative. Beyond its beautiful images, Users doesn’t really make you feel anything.

The film gives off the sense that it really wants its audience to grapple with the concepts that the narration throws to them every once in a while. There’s too little consistency and the fragments of meaning are too thin to tie together. It’s easy to be impressed by Users’ ambitious scope, but there’s nothing here to love.

Wednesday

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February 2021

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Sundance Review: We’re All Going to the World’s Fair

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We live in a world that is “terminally online,” filling the endless void of the internet with waste that nobody cares about. Connections at the tips of your fingers cannot adequately substitute the need for physical human connection. With all of that in mind, it’s easy to picture what would happen to a child with nothing but a computer to keep her company.

Relatable as that description can be, nothing really prepares you to meet “Casey” (Anna Cobb), a lonely teen in a boring lonely town. The derelict Toys ‘R Us serves as a blatant reminder that there’s nothing for a child here but empty space. Casey records her every action, uploading videos that nobody watches. She lives a sad life, one that director-screenwriter Jane Schoenbrun lays out in a matter of fact way throughout their debut feature We’re All Going to the World’s Fair.

Casey takes an interest in “The World’s Fair,” a horror-RPG game with major JeJune Institute vibes where people make disturbing videos and scare each other with their avant-garde creations. Casey finds a friend,  “JLB” (Michael J. Rogers), a soft-spoken adult man who isn’t as creepy as his interests make him out to be. The film really gets going as Casey connects with JLB, her personality beginning to reflect the creepypasta world she spends too much time in.

Never once sharing the stage with another human being, Cobb makes a remarkable debut. While Casey plays to an audience of no one, it’s hard to look away as Schoenbrun sends their star down the rabbit hole. Rogers provides an outlet for the audience to channel their angst for this poor teen’s mental health, but Cobb truly carries the film.

Few would argue against the idea that children spend too much time online, but Schoenbrun manages to illustrate the acute dangers posed to teens in their formative years. There are activities that teens participate in out of their own interests, and there are those they go along with because that’s what their friend groups like to do, less out of peer pressure than a more mundane sense of peer obligation. Casey has no peers, instead chasing an abstract sense of belonging with one painfully sad objective in mind. Casey simply wants to feel something.

One does not have to see the appeal in the horror-RPG aesthetic to embrace the way that Schoenbrun tackles their complex themes. The eighty-six-minute runtime is a bit longer than it needs to be, occasionally running into pacing issues as Schoenbrun balances Casey’s world with that of the broader game. It is a quite remarkable debut for both Schoenbrun and Cobb, intimately tackling an existential issue facing the teens of the world from a young girl’s bedroom. Parents might be a little creeped out at times, but this film is a valuable teaching tool.

Wednesday

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February 2021

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Sundance Review: Pleasure

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Those who work in the adult film industry are often asked a simple question not imposed upon plenty of other professions. Why? The implications of the question are simple enough for anyone to recognize. Adult films are often seen as unsavory to the public, a multi-billion dollar industry perpetually seen as taboo even as its place in popular culture has inched closer to mainstream acceptability over the past few decades.

Director Ninja Thyberg spends most of Pleasure grappling with an early question posed at customs when Bella Cherry (Sofia Kappel) lands in Los Angeles. Business or pleasure? Bella is a bit of an enigma, a loner with a lot to learn about her newfound profession.

Thyberg, on the other hand, demonstrates an intimate knowledge of her subject matter. The great triumph of Pleasure is the methodical way with which she explores the adult film industry, its inner workings, and the often-scummy figures who control the puppet strings. Few fictional narratives leave such a powerful impression as having so earnestly tried to deliver a faithful depiction of their material.

Kappel is a commanding presence in the lead role. Bella may be an amateur, but Kappel shows off her talents through her character’s constant struggle for a sliver of agency. Other characters know their places in the industry, but Bella never loses sight of the bigger picture.

For all the obvious deliberation that went into the worldbuilding, Thyberg’s script hinders Bella in a way that Kappel’s performance can’t completely overcome. We see Bella face plenty of hardships, abusive shoots filming hardcore scenes, as well as some triumphs. What’s missing at the center is a sense of understanding for why Bella sought out this impression in the first place.

Thyberg plays with the question first posed to Bella, business or pleasure, but it’s never really clear if she even likes this line of work. Others in her orbit clearly do, working hard on their followings and desperate to please those who can make their dreams into a reality. Bella lacks that similar sense of drive, claiming to be special but failing to deliver on those lofty standards.

That narrative is hardly Pleasure’s only concern. The film showcases the rampant industry sexism alongside the ways that women tear each other down to get ahead. Thyberg crafts a beautifully shot film, even if it’s hard to shake the idea that Bella isn’t terribly invested in her own success.

Pleasure is a worthwhile endeavor. Thyberg makes the most of the 106-minute runtime, thoroughly exploring the ins and outs of the industry in a way that never comes at the cost of the story she’s trying to tell. With Kappel possessing such a firm command over the lead character, it’s a shame that the film doesn’t deliver the knockout punch it’s clearly capable of achieving. A film this well-made should leave its audience feeling far more satisfied by the time the credits roll.

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Sundance Review: Together Together

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The greatest strength of Together Together is the film’s understanding of the innate sense of loneliness that pregnancy can evoke. The act of ushering life into this world is full of moments that feel like the most important things in your world, because they are. You want the world to care about these fleeting snapshots in time, but no support system can change the basic fact that this is your story and there’s no one on the earth who’s going to care about it more than you.

Matt (Ed Helms) is a successful app developer living a cozy life in San Francisco. Single and ready to start a families in his forties, he hires a surrogate to carry his child. Anna (Patti Harrison) has given a kid up for adoption before, bringing an additional sense of levity to the experience. Her matter of fact approach to surrogacy serves as a useful contrast to Matt’s controlling demeanor.

Helms does an effective job in the lead role, largely playing a composite of characters he’s played before. Matt is a pretty annoying guy, complete with his giant binder that houses his surrogacy contract. The audience can perfectly see why he’s alone, but also why he’d probably make a good father.

Like Matt as a character, the film largely relies on Anna to carry the narrative. Harrison elevates the film beyond its many shortcomings, a performance that carefully explores this delicate situation. She may not have a biological relationship to the child inside of her, but Anna possesses a more intimate relationship with the future baby than anyone. Harrison demonstrates her immense skills as a performer, experiencing all the complexities involved with being along for the first part of the ride and the first part only.

Director-screenwriter Nikole Beckwith has not reinvented the wheel with Together Together. Far too often, the film finds itself going through predictable motions, undoubtedly exacerbated by Ed Helms playing Ed Helms. There a few times where it feels like Helms and Harrison are compensating for the script’s deficiencies, which never really pushes either character to depths hinted at throughout the narrative.

There’s nothing inherently wrong with opting for a lighter tone. Harrison and Helms are very enjoyable to watch opposite each other, selling the audience well on the idea that these two people are just right for this moment in their lives. The third act loses a fair bit of steam, buckling under its own predictability.

On one hand, Together Together is an easy film to like. Beckwith crafts her narrative with all the fixings of a romcom, reluctant to fully subvert the genre tropes. Everything here works, a delightfully watchable story that should undoubtedly be of value to people looking to learn more about the surrogacy process. The film can’t quite shake the sense that it could have been more. Sometimes charming is enough, but everyone here is capable of better.

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February 2021

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Sundance Review: Prisoners of the Ghostland

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For all the awe and wonder evoked from the massive technological advances in special effects, there’s still nothing quite like setting eyes upon a truly exquisite practical set. Iconic Japanese director Sion Sono builds full worlds to tell his stories, filling each frame with tending love and care. Prisoners of the Ghostland couldn’t have been filmed with a green screen, requiring human hands to craft its universe, a marvelous sight to behold.

Nicolas Cage plays a figure known only as “Hero,” a puzzling name for a man who makes his debut in the midst of conducting a bank robbery alongside a character called “Psycho” (Nick Cassavetes, perhaps best known for directing The Notebook). Years later, an imprisoned Hero is tasked by the Governor (Bill Moseley) to venture out into the “ghostland” to rescue his “granddaughter” Bernice (Sofia Boutella). Before departing, Hero is fitted with a suit armed with explosives on his neck, elbows, and testicles, rigged to explode should he fail or merely entertain impure thoughts toward Bernice.

Chekov’s testicle-bomb is probably a fitting point through which to engage Sono’s absurd world. The detail to the practical set is a wonder to behold, an homage to Japanese noir cinema and Mad Max dystopias. Originally intended to be filmed in Mexico before Sono suffered a heart attack, causing production to be shifted to Japan, the director clearly has Westerns on his mind. Despite all the obvious tributes to cinematic lore, the world of Prisoners of the Ghostland feels rather lived in, a party whose hosts are standing by to usher the audience into their strange land.

Sono provides Cage with a worthy playground for the actor to showcase his unique skillset. Hero doesn’t have a ton of depth as a character, but Cage is clearly having the time of his life. One-liner after one-liner fly into the ghostland with exuberant glee, almost like a victory lap where the veteran actor can remind the world once again why he’s had such a remarkable career. It would be a tremendous shame if these two didn’t team up again.

The story is bound to lose some people at times. There’s a traditional Western narrative at times, spliced with scenes of Moseley and the rest of the townsfolk partying away. The third act only sort of acknowledges that it’s supposed to set a conclusion. Legendary martial artist Tak Sakaguchi is largely wasted in a supporting role as Yasujiro, the governor’s right hand man.

Sono throws a lot of hints at setting up dramatic fight scenes never really come. Prisoners of the Ghostland isn’t the action movie that some might expect given the opening. There are more cerebral intentions at play, though Sono keeps his cards fairly close to his hands.

For some, the film might be a little too scattershot to satisfy. It’s not totally responsible to say that it’s a tough film to understand, potentially implying that there is something here to understand. Sono is either being aggressively obtuse, or he hasn’t figured it out either.

Which is not to say that Prisoners of the Ghostland is inaccessible. Sono’s world is welcoming, the kind of place you would want to spend a day wandering around, trying your best to soak it all in. The director paints with such reverence for film as a craft, art as the top priority. The story is skimped on a bit too much at times, maybe not as subversive as Sono intended.

There is far too little beauty in today’s blockbusters. CGI and green screens can present the idea of worlds, even people, but Sono reminds us all of the sheer power of physical actors moving through physical spaces. You may not love each scene in Prisoners of the Ghostland, but the obvious love that went into making it leaves an impression that makes it easy to forgive the flaws.

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February 2021

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Sundance Series: Son of Monarchs

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We are absolutely thrilled to welcome Alejandro Mejía, cinematographer for Son of Monarchs, to the show. While the cinematography is always vital to the success of a film, Alejandro carried additional obligations to convey protagonist Mendel’s passions to the audience, something the film does quite well. Alejandro shares some insights into his creative process and what it was likely to film in the butterfly forests of Mexico, beautiful scenery typically only depicted in documentaries.

Ian’s review of the film: https://ianthomasmalone.com/2021/01/sundance-review-son-of-monarchs/

 

Photo caption: Kaarlo Isaacs appears in Son of Monarchs by Alexis Gambis, an official selection of the NEXT section at the 2021 Sundance Film Festival. Courtesy of Sundance Institute.

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February 2021

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Sundance Review: Land

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The shadow of Christopher McCandless, the subject of the book Into the Wild and its feature film adaptation, looms large over Robin Wright’s debut film. McCandless wandered into the Alaskan wilderness woefully ill-prepared for his Thoreau-inspired journey. His death, while tragic, came as little surprise to anyone with knowledge of the difficulties of that nomadic lifestyle.

One can’t help but shake the feeling that Land’s protagonist Edee (Wright) ventured onto her vast property in Wyoming inspired by the ease with which McCandless managed to end his life. Shunning the advice from a local to keep a car, Edee doesn’t know much about life in a log cabin, hardly able to heat up a can of chili.

We quickly learn that horrific personal tragedy prompted this self-exile. Edee doesn’t necessarily want to kill herself, but she’s kind of open should the idea present itself. Her basic lack of survival training is a good place to start.

Alternating between rustic and amateurish, Wright’s directing leaves a lot to be desired. Too many scenes are awkwardly framed, especially in the log cabin, feeling more like a clunky student film than serious drama. She fares a bit better outdoors, with the beautiful Rocky Mountains providing cover for her subpar filmmaking.

Everything about Land is formulaic and boiler plate. For a while at least, Wright hints that she’s playing Edee with a hidden sense of depth that’s going to be further explored. That never really happens. It’s a rather aloof performance by a talented actress clearly capable of better.

The second half is a bit more interesting than the first, aided by the introduction of Miguel (Demián Bichir), a local hunter who rescues Edee from starvation and hypothermia. Bichir gives Wright someone to work opposite, though in some ways his presence represents a weird abandonment of the film’s initial intentions to explore Edee’s desire to live a nomadic life.

Wright dances around themes of grief from time to time, never really engaging with the material on any serious level. With a brisk runtime of just under ninety minutes, Land hardly overstays its welcome, but the whole thing feels like one big missed opportunity. Visit Time to prepare website for the latest preparation and survival news.

Plenty can relate to Edee’s desire to unplug from the world and try to experiment with what it’s like to live off the grid. Land harnesses that relatable notion, but the script would rather have its nomadic-minded protagonist cede her independence to be rescued by a man, for little other reason than to give her something to do. Wright never projects like she’s trying to do more than the bare minimum to make a movie. What a waste.

 

Tuesday

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February 2021

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Sundance Review: Mass

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The success of any individual film largely rests in its ability to relate its themes to the audience. Some issues are obviously more relatable than others. Mass centers its narrative on the unthinkable, a grieving family sitting down with the parents of the boy who took their son’s life in a deadly school shooting.

An unassuming backroom in a small town church serves as the primary setting for Fran Kranz’s intimate drama. Judy (Breeda Wool) and Anthony (Kagen Albright) try to make the room as comfortable as possible, engaging in painfully awkward small talk with Kendra (Michelle N. Carter), a social worker who arranged the meeting. After a few short minutes essentially setting up the narrative’s primary objective, the three depart, leaving the four principal actors alone for the bulk of the remaining 111 minutes.

Jay (Jason Isaacs) and Gail (Martha Plimpton) wear their years of grief with every line of their faces. Worn down by their incalculable loss, Kranz quickly communicates the most important point. They’re not there because they want to be there. This effort at closure is pretty much the only move left to play in a last-ditch effort to move on from this unending darkness.

Linda (Ann Dowd) and Richard (Reed Birney) are essentially a more polished version of the same crushed template. The narrative quickly reveals a string of lawsuits filed against them in the wake of the shooting, peppering their cordiality with the aura of deliberation. Their son ruined countless lives in his spree of carnage, but Richard and Linda are kind of done apologizing. Their lives were wrecked, too.

With grace typically reserved for the stage, all four leads easily deliver the best performances of their respective careers. The tension in the room is unsettling, but you never really want to look away, not when Plimpton, Dowd, and Isaacs are showcasing their immense talents as they give everything to this unthinkable scenario.

Birney has a bit of a different role to play in the narrative. Richard wants to accommodate the lines of questioning, without relinquishing control. Rattled without the coaching from his legal team, Richard frequently comes across like an insensitive ass, engaging in pointless battles of semantics. Birney isn’t completely there to play the villain, but he succeeds in bringing out the best in Isaacs and Dowd in particular.

In many ways, the script is pretty insulated from normal methods of engagement. Is it realistic? Who can really answer that question?

Kranz’ screenplay does err on the side of caution a bit too much for a narrative so confined to one space. Mass never gives the sense that it’s about to devolve into a shouting match, but it doesn’t completely feel like everything was left on the table either. Maybe that’s not the worst thing in the world.

The script does succeed in two very important regards. Kranz never allows the audience to believe that this meeting was a mistake, which would in effect pour a bunch of gasoline on four souls who have seen enough grief to last a few lifetimes. It also never spends too much time on the politics at hand, keeping the whole exercise from feeling like a debate.

Mass could be described as powerful by the very nature of its premise. Kranz impresses in his directorial debut, repeatedly striking at the core of tragedy’s all-encompassing effects. Often brutal to watch and clearly not for everyone, the film offers its four stars the rare opportunity to completely carry the narrative off of the strength of their craft.

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February 2021

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Sundance Review: The Pink Cloud

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One has to feel for the plight of The Pink Cloud. Written in 2017 and filmed in 2019, facts plainly laid out by the film at its start, director Iuli Gerbase never set out to make a COVID-19 movie. Films don’t exist in vacuums, reflective of the times they debut in, leaving a totally different rubric through which to engage this breezy dystopia.

A pink cloud has engulfed the skies, deadly to humans after ten seconds of contact. The cloud can’t get in through cracks doors or windows, requiring much suspension of disbelief. Everyone is trapped in whatever building initially protected them from this deadly plague.

Giovana (Renata de Lélis) didn’t expect more than a one night stand when she invited Yago (Eduardo Mendonça) into her home. With the cloud hovering above, the two are stuck together, unsure if they even like each other. Like everyone else who stepped out to go to the grocery store or to a friend’s house, they don’t exactly have much of a choice.

Gerbase deserves a lot of credit for her accuracy in predicting how a global pandemic would unfold. Health care is a nightmare. Relationships are practically impossible, even under the best of circumstances. Video calls are not sufficient human interaction for anyone. Life is very, very hard.

The broader world-building leaves a lot to be desired. Set almost entirely from Giovana’s point of view in her fairly spacious home, Gerbase isn’t super interested in exploring the implications of a years’ long pandemic on society at large. After the past year, it’s practically impossible to believe that many national governments wouldn’t completely fall apart at the idea of having to care for billions of homebound people.

How badly you were affected by the cloud largely rests with where you were when it hit. Giovana has plenty of issues with depression, but the film suffers from its over-emphasis on her relatively rosier perch. There are a few subplots involving characters in far worse scenarios, occasionally in more interesting conflicts than Giovana and Yago’s. The other characters have extremely inconsistent screentime, making it harder to be invested in their seemingly compelling stories.

The 104-minute runtime is a little long for a film with no real sense of urgency toward its narrative. Gerbase keeps things interesting with her beautiful color scheme and inventive camera angles that keep the settings feeling fresh, even deep into the film’s third act. The script has an endearing dry wit to it, a subtle sense of humor that pops up when you least expect it.

No one working on The Pink Cloud expected to have their thesis tested before the film was even released. Under unexpected scrutiny from an audience with a newfound connection to the problems presented, Gerbase’s narrative holds up quite well. Beyond simple realism, the film also succeeds at being an entertaining pandemic narrative, no easy task for a world ready for things to go back to normal.

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Sundance Review: Captains of Zaatari

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The timeless question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” is presented to us as children countless times before adulthood. The answers rarely reflect the reality of the job market, nor do they need to. No one needs to dream of being an accountant from an early age to live a happy life. To want to be a superstar athlete is a natural desire.

The documentary Captains of Zaatari challenges this notion from a unique perspective. Set in the Zaatari refugee camp in Jordan, home to tens of thousands of Syrians forced to flee their war-torn homeland, the film follows two teens, Mahmoud and Fawzi, as they hope to leverage their soccer talents for a chance at a better life. A visiting soccer academy presents the chance to make that dream a reality, offering a glimmer of hope in a community desperate for some positive news.

What’s most impressive about director Ali El Arabi’s work is his gift for presenting a universally relatable story that transcends any language or cultural barriers. The hardships that come from living in a refugee camp, in what look like converted shipping containers, are not the kind of struggles that most international viewers will have any firsthand experience with. El Arabi doesn’t focus on the state of the region’s geopolitics, but rather the plight of his teenage subjects, the kinds of conversations you might hear in any high school corridor.

The film does a great job setting the scene in the camp, showcasing the boys’ families, loving parents who want to temper their sons’ dreams of becoming the next Christiano Ronaldo. Refugee camp or not, life moves forward. Education is important for anyone, a reality that their parents try to remind the kids of as they follow their dreams.

Filmed over a six year period, Captains of Zaatari comes together when the boys travel to Qatar for a tournament. One of the most subtle, harrowing moments, comes from a remark that this is the first time that the athletes will be competing with cleats, often depicted playing barefoot. Televised to their families back home, El Arabi captures a moment of triumph that puts the pursuit in perspective. We don’t know what the future will bring for Mahmoud of Fawzi, but it’s quite inspiring to see the power that the game has had on their lives play out in real-time.

Perhaps most impressive of El Arabi’s achievements is his ability to present this touching narrative with only a seventy-three minute runtime. Captains of Zaatari is a testament to the power of passion to shine a light in darkness. These families lost so much when they were forced to flee Syria, unthinkable horrors. It is quite inspiring to see their perseverance, aided not only by the love of a game, but the hope of a brighter tomorrow.