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BABE. Animal training and animatronics blend seamlessly
in this terrific children's story about a polite piglet who breaks
through the rules of barnyard conformity to do her own thing--herd
sheep. Made in Australia, with perfectly-cast voices and an impressive
assemblage of good-looking animals, the movie has storytelling
chutzpah on its side: The scenes are playfully divided into episodic
chapters, and the atmosphere feels like it was painted onto the
screen directly from the most imaginative kids' books. Thankfully,
dark, Orwellian moments keep the cute bits in balance--something
more children's movies ought to do.
BAD BOYS. Does the world really need another Lethal
Weapon-type movie? Testosterone-brained producers Don Simpson
and Jerry Bruckheimer think it does. So they've harnessed their
glands to make this amazingly mindless and uncreative prick flick
starring Will Smith and Martin Lawrence. Machine guns fire (but
never hit the heroes), cars explode, bad guys come back to life
at the last minute, nothing anyone does makes any sense, and everybody
says "fuck" at least 47 times. And it's long.
All in all, an excruciating piece of work.
Badlands. A stunning film about a boy and a girl who go
on a senseless killing spree in the Badlands of the Dakotas and
Montana by Terrence Malick, the critically revered director who
has made only two films in 20 years. Martin Sheen and Sissy Spacek
make a haunting young couple--hollowed-out, affable and detached,
they drive around visiting friends and murdering, demonstrating
a warped misunderstanding of the nature of morality and the American
dream. Beautiful shots of barren landscapes and the spare, elegant
script combine to create one of the most evocative and intimate
portraits of emptiness and alienation since the paintings of De
Chirico. Badlands plays at The Screening Room, 127 E. Congress
St., Friday through Sunday. Call 622-2262 for show times.
BARB WIRE. In this futuristic remake of Casa Blanca,
Pamela Anderson Lee, that marvel of modern science and technology,
plays a leather-clad version of Rick, the character Bogart made
famous in the original. Between making almost as many costume
changes as Jane Fonda in Barbarella, the heavily armed
Barb strikes a blow for freedom and tightly-laced corsets as she
fights the evil fascist government that has taken over America.
You go, girl! Pamela Lee's brilliant performance is only enhanced
by the knowledge that she had a tumor the size of an orange removed
from an ovary during shooting. Nice dairy.
THE BASKETBALL DIARIES. This autobiographical retelling
of Jim Carroll's teenage slip into heroin-addicted oblivion during
the mid-'60s invests too much effort in gritty realism and not
enough into rounding its character or forming a narrative. We
basically see the addict fail to redeem himself over and over,
until one day, miraculously, he does. As directed by Scott Kalvert,
a verteran of MTV videos, the movie is a stylish late-night lark
with all the insight of a one-note after school special. Tough,
naked performances by Leonard DiCaprio, Lorraine Bracco and Ernie
Hudson only accentuate the film's shortcomings.
BATMAN FOREVER. This summer's Batman has a new face (Val
Kilmer), a new girlfriend (Nicole Kidman), a new sidekick (Chris
O'Donnell, playing Robin), and two new villains (Jim Carrey and
Tommy Lee Jones) to battle. He's also got a new director, Joel
Schumacher, who directs the spectacle with a glossy light touch
that seems altogether more appropriate than the self-consciously
moody approach Tim Burton took during the first two outings. Though
the series has never been worthy of the hype it has generated,
this one's pretentious aspects are transparent enough that you
can enjoy the movie for the slick, stupid, self-referential commercial
that it is. For once, nobody will believe the lie that a film
about a comic book character adds up to a grand artistic vision;
that's a blessing that makes this picture the lesser of the three
evils.
Bed of Roses. If you liked Untamed Heart and Sleepless
in Seattle, then Bed of Roses is just your kind of
budding romance. Mary Stuart Masterson (last seen as an emotionally-distraught
love object in Benny and Joon) plays the tough-because-I-have-to-be
career gal who's whole life is turned upside down by an anonymous
flower delivery. Christian Slater (last seen as the mysterious,
romantic rescuer in Untamed Heart) plays the impetuous
introvert who holds the key to the mystery. Bed of Roses
is more a collection of scenes than a story, following the standard
premise that two sad lives somehow add up to one happy one. Character
development is dismally lacking, but the universal fairy tale
that true love will find us--and save us--in spite of ourselves
is so familiar we hardly notice. Enjoy the fantasy--in real life,
these people really would turn out to be psychos.
BEFORE SUNRISE. Richard Linklater's
latest picture follows a one-night romance between an American
Slacker and a Parisian beauty as they stroll about the streets
of Vienna. The film is talky as can be, but all the talk is directed
toward emphasizing the gradual connection of two souls, and the
result is touching, almost haunting. Despite minor annoyances,
Ethan Hawke does a good job in his boyish role, while Julie Delpy
is perfect as a French fantasy girl too smart to enjoy being a
French fantasy girl.
Belle de Jour. Catherine Deneuve is fascinatingly vacant
in this re-release of Lois Buñuel's 1967 portrait of a
woman's erotic imagination. The film was racy in its time and
it's racy now--in fact, since the clothes are back in style it
hardly seems dated. Deneuve is the bored wife of a handsome doctor
who doesn't turn her on. She lies chastely beside him, having
elaborate degradation fantasies, which she tries to live out by
secretly working as a prostitute. Fantasies, dreams and reality
intertwine as Deneuve glides through it all on cruise control,
her make-up perfect, her icy surface concealing a knot of contradictions.
The film, like Deneuve, has a formal coolness that masks an active
imagination. Here as in many of his films, Buñuel gives
equal time to dream and waking life. But for all its naughty pleasures,
Belle de Jour is only a teaser compared to Buñuel's
surrealistic classics like The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie.
BIO-DOME. That's right, it's based on the big sphere right
here in our own Sonoran Desert, but don't expect to see any saguaros
in the background. Cool, green hills frame most of the outdoor
shots, and you'll have plenty of time to examine the foliage in
this movie as you wait for something funny to happen. Pauly Shore
and Stephen Baldwin play two dumb junior-college students who
accidentally get locked in the bio-dome, a large, glass-encased
ecological experiment. While they're inside, they do the same
things they did outside: make fart jokes and hit on chicks. If
this is your idea of a good time, maybe you'll enjoy Bio-Dome--but
don't bet on it.
The Birdcage. Mike Nichols' big-budget remake of the 1978
La Cage aux Folles involves a gay drag club owner, Armand
Goldman (Robin Williams), who lives with his star performer and
longtime boyfriend Albert (Nathan Lane), and the imminent marriage
of Goldman's son (Dan Futterman) to the daughter of a right-wing,
homophobic, antisemitic senator played by Gene Hackman. Though
funny at times, the plot jerks from one unsettling relationship
to the next, as the already oxymoronic couple (raging queens who
strangely show no affection toward one another) try to act like
straight people to impress the senator. The hilarious dinner party
scene aside, the humor-with-a-message plot is a bit too saccharine
for grown-up tastes.
Black Sheep. Chris Farley and David Spade of Saturday
Night Live dominate this fat guy/thin guy, dumb guy/smart
guy formula comedy. Farley plays the accident-prone, embarrassing
brother of an aspiring senator--a sort of Billy Carter figure.
Spade plays the political handler sent to babysit him. Both characters
seem to be in their early twenties, though the actors are older.
The script is predictable and bland with some unbearably sentimental
moments thrown in just to torture the audience. Farley, in his
blithe willingness to humiliate himself over and over, does manage
to be quite funny sometimes, despite the material. The director,
Penelope Spheeris, made some wonderful films in the eighties but
has sunk to projects like this and The Beverly Hillbillies
movie. If you want to see something honest and funny, rent
her wonderful documentary about headbangers: The Decline of
Western Civilization Part II: The Metal Years.
BOYS ON THE SIDE. The boys
are on the side indeed, with the main dish of course being women--their
feelings towards life, men and especially each other. Whoopi Goldberg
and Mary Louise Parker are budding odd-couple-style buddies making
a road trip from New York to Tucson, and Drew Barrymore is the
bubbly friend who joins them. It's all merriment and Cranberries
songs until the three women arrive in the Old Pueblo, where they
become housemates and emotions start running deep. This unabashedly
button-pushing movie from director Herbert Ross (Steel Magnolias)
actually manages to achieve the right tone for its manipulations,
and you don't mind giving in to them--not even when terminal diseases
and vagina jokes are thrown into the mix.
THE BRADY BUNCH MOVIE. Here's
a story. Of a Hollywood gimmick: Giving old TV shows expensive
big-screen whirls. The idea is to strike gold. Just like Wayne's
World. Until the audience hurls. ...Still, The Brady
Bunch Movie does pretty well for itself, especially during
the giddily absurd opening scenes, with their perfect casting
and meticulous recreation of the show's flaky style. The picture's
lack of its own ideas--other than the single joke of Brady obliviousness
to the '90s--causes the latter half to lose air like one of Bobby's
flat bicycle tires, but fans of The Bunch should be tickled nonetheless.
Brain Candy. This first movie from the Canadian comedy
troupe Kids in the Hall is notable for its rampant weirdness and
Monty Python-esque, sketch-based humor. Each member of the all-boy
troupe plays a variety of parts, both male and female, and half
the fun of this movie is watching the actors transform themselves
from character to character. The story involves a conventionally
nerdy scientist who invents a happiness drug called Gleeminex,
then traces the sheer hell of the perky world where this drug
is sold over the counter. Elaborate sets, lighting and camera
work add to the surreal, original flavor of this film. It's funny
in a disturbing, nightmarish kind of way.
BRAVEHEART. Writer-director Mel Gibson clobbers the audience
with three hours of blunt storytelling about a rebellious Scottish
clansman who led soldiers into effective battle against British
tyrrany. Much of the movie's violence is grippingly effective,
especially a couple of well-orchestrated fight sequences that,
though aesthetically closer to the limbless knight scene in Monty
Python and the Holy Grail than the poetic violence of Sam
Peckinpah, are still quite powerful. But Gibson's relentless chant
of "Freedom!" and the film's overtones of romantic martyrdom
don't really stick; mostly, the movie leaves you with a dispiriting
sense of human brutality.
THE BRIDGES OF MADISON COUNTY. Based on the popular Robert
James Waller book, this Clint Eastwood tearjerker glorifies an
affair between a neglected housewife (Meryl Streep) and a worldly
photographer (Eastwood). And oh, what a lovely fantasy for lonely
middle-aged housewives it is: The sex is great, the encounter
is brief, and there are no consequences afterwards. It's about
as passionate and tough-minded as a Hallmark card, but Streep's
expert performance renders many of the scenes touching enough
to draw out a tear or two.
Broken Arrow. It's good guys against bad in this zippy
action flick from acclaimed Hong Kong director John Woo. John
Travolta plays an appealingly evil nuclear weapons thief trying
to waste the world for fun and profit while Christian Slater and
Samantha Mathis do their spunky best to stop him. Travolta's giddy,
over-the-top performance along with Woo's creative, reckless directorial
style raise Broken Arrow above the humdrum predictability
of most action flicks. (The opening boxing sequence alone is worth
the price of admission.) Once the initial dose of characterization
is administered, the plot just whizzes along, punctuated by regular
explosions. Don't expect to have your moral and intellectual horizons
broadened; do expect to be entertained.
The Brothers McMullen. Like El Mariachi, here's
another mini-budget indy film more notable for its creator's success
story than for the movie itself. Writer-director Edward Burns
made the picture for about 20 grand, yet he somehow managed to
achieve the quality level of a million-plus commercial feature.
Too bad the sappy story, which follows the doubt-riddled romantic
lives of three Irish-Catholic brothers, hits so many transparent
notes; you get the sense the film is trying to be knowing and
insightful when much of what it's saying has been recycled from
last year's men's-liberation books. What keeps the movie afloat
are its fresh lead performances, especially Mike McGlone as the
guilt-ridden nice guy and Burns himself as the cynical stud.
BULLETS OVER BROADWAY.In this comedy of concessions, John
Cusack plays an aspiring 1920s playwright who must continually
compromise his latest work in order to see it produced. Woody
Allen's screenplay and direction are smoother than usual, and
he's managed to fill the movie with fun performances from several
actors who don't normally get the chance to shine--Dianne Weist,
Jennifer Tilly and Michael De Luca, to name a few. The laughs
are plentiful, and when all is said and done Allen actually manages
to throw in some meaningful commentary too. All things considered,
he's in great form.
BYE BYE, LOVE. As three divorced fathers, Matthew Modine,
Paul Reiser and Randy Quaid stumble their way through this McMovie
about custody exchanges and mid-life romantic grief. Quaid's pissed-off
character is the only one with any appeal, but that doesn't amount
to much, not even during the film's centerpiece: an uninventive
blind-date scene with Janeane Garofalo. Serious themes are verbalized
to the point of embarrassment, comic sequences are ridiculously
constructed, and the movie vanquishes all dignity with its insistent
return to McDonald's (which obviously funded the picture).
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