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Monday, January 28, 2019

Monday at the Movies - January 28, 2019

Welcome to another installment of “Monday at the Movies.” This week, two films wildly different in tone and yet unmistakably British in their sensibilities.

The Death of Stalin (2018) – Few people can make me laugh as hard as Armando Iannucci, he whose British series The Thick of It can’t be enjoyed on a single viewing because you’ll miss half the jokes while splitting your sides at its creative profanity and monumentally madcap antics. After Iannucci ravaged the mundanely moronic ("All roads lead to Munich") in the lead-up to the Iraq War in Thick of It’s spinoff film In the Loop, he turns his satirical eye to the Soviet Union in the wake of Josef Stalin’s death and finds the Communist Party in chaos, beginning with the puddle of urine in which the party leader’s corpse is found. The cast is as unpredictable as the punchlines – we now live, folks, in a world where Steve Buscemi plays Nikita Khrushchev (and yes, Virginia, there is a “bury you” joke). Meanwhile we’ve got Jeffrey Tambor as the melancholy Georgy Malenkov, ill-suited to the leadership role he inherits; noted Shakespearean Simon Russell Beale as the oily Lavrentiy Beria of the secret police; and Jason Isaacs as Georgy Zhukov, all too eager to lead his army into open revolt. It’s a cast of all-stars (including Rupert Friend and Andrea Riseborough as Stalin’s children), but the biggest draw is the film’s pitch-black humor, depicting Stalin’s worst atrocities as something akin to a Karl Marx Brothers film. There are moments when one is not quite sure whether to laugh or recoil in horror, as when an executioner just gives up halfway down his line of victims, but Iannucci is quite successful at capturing the ambient paranoia that comes from not knowing who to trust in a totalitarian regime – and the absurdity when a brood of vipers is forced to try to trust one another.

Paddington 2 (2017) – With the benefit of hindsight, Paddington 2 might well be one of the best films of 2017. A film like this has no right to be as charming, intricately constructed, or genuinely emotional as Paddington 2 manages to be. Now that the well-mannered Paddington (Ben Whishaw) has taken up residence in London, he goes in search of a birthday present for his Aunt Lucy, only to find the perfect pop-up book out of his price range. After a series of odd jobs, Paddington is framed for the theft of the book, landing unceremoniously in a Victorian-era prison where he befriends the entire population – including prison cook Knuckles McGinty (Brendan Gleeson) – through the powers of civility and marmalade. Paddington 2 is even better than its predecessor, somehow more earnest now that it’s dispensed with the need to explain how and why an affable bear is living with ordinary people. Instead the filmscape is opened up to boundless adventures where Paddington’s relentless cheeriness persists, undaunted by his circumstances. Whether he’s shoved into the role of accidental barber or whether he finds himself teaching a prison how to make orange jam, Paddington is so endearing that it’s almost a personal offense when something unfortunate befalls him; “how dare they,” I said aloud at one point, “how dare the filmmakers do this to such a nice bear!” For all the antics and charm that the film possesses – really, I cannot overstate just how charming this movie is – it has an astonishing emotional depth rooted in Paddington’s love for his Aunt Lucy, and the film’s final moments are guaranteed to get you teary-eyed in a way that I thought only Pixar had been able to capture with computer-generated characters.

That does it for this week’s edition of “Monday at the Movies.” Stay tuned for Wednesday’s final Batman animated review!

Monday, January 28, 2013

Monday at the Movies - January 28, 2013

Welcome to this week’s edition of “Monday at the Movies.”  This week, two animated features – both nominated for an Academy Award, no less.

The Adventures of Tintin (2011) – One of the best things I can say about Steven Spielberg’s Tintin adaptation (the first in a purported franchise) is that in many ways it’s the “Young Indiana Jones” movie we never actually got to see.  Based on the iconic comic series by Hergé, this film finds Tintin (Jamie Bell) on an adventure to uncover lost treasure amid the mystery of identical model ships.  Tintin recruits the help of the besotted Captain Haddock (Andy Serkis) before the sinister Sakharine (Daniel Craig) can unearth the secret of the Unicorn.  Under Spielberg’s direction (and John Williams’s rousing score), the comparison to Indiana Jones is particularly apt because Tintin is littered with action sequences that require only a fedora and a whip to fit into Indy’s canon; though the stakes are often quite low (we know, for instance, that Tintin is untouchable and free from danger), the spectacle Spielberg creates is thrilling and a treat to watch.  The animation style, somewhere near that “uncanny valley” of digital resemblance, may be off-putting to some viewers, but I found the quasi-realistic renderings mostly undistracting, adding to the slightly surreal atmosphere of the movie.  Digitally painting over the actors both approximates Hergé’s style while allowing actors to take on roles beyond their “type” – casting Simon Pegg and Nick Frost, for example, as the identical bumbling detectives Thomson and Thompson is visually unlikely but possible (and fantastic) in Tintin.  All told, Tintin was more fun than I was expecting, a welcome relief from Spielberg’s recent “heavier” work and a reminder of the childlike awe his movies can bring.  (Not that there’s anything wrong with “childlike.”)

The Pirates! Band of Misfits (2012) – In a post-Depp world, we’ve seen an infusion of piratical adventures featuring swashbucklers of every ilk (even Doctor Who got in on the act with “The Curse of the Black Spot”).  But Band of Misfits is by far the most irreverent, throwing anachronisms to the wind like so much topsail being unfurled.  Rendered in the claymation style popularized by Wallace & Gromit, The Pirates stars Hugh Grant as the luxuriantly bearded Pirate Captain, whose quest for the coveted Pirate of the Year Award is waylaid when Charles Darwin (David Tennant) discovers that the Pirate Captain’s parrot is actually a presumed-extinct dodo.  Along the way, the pirates run afoul of the pirate vendetta of Queen Victoria (Imelda Staunton), as well as the Pirate King dressed suspiciously like Elvis.  If all of this sounds like it doesn’t fit, you’d be right, but that’s the brand of humor served up by director Peter Lord; in typical British fashion, cheekiness is the order of the day, governed by “It just is” logic.  The Pirate Captain is an out-of-type choice for Hugh Grant, who’s usually more at home as the foppish and awkward elite in love, but he lends the requisite confidence and swagger to the Captain.  Historical buffs may quibble – after all, Darwin never trained a monkey to speak using an infinite supply of notecards – but surrender to the ludic whimsy of the film is required.  If one can believe it, The Pirates (recently nominated for the Oscar for Best Animated Film) takes itself less seriously than the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise, and that’s such a good thing.

That does it for this week’s edition of “Monday at the Movies.” We’ll see you here next week!