bookmark_borderSteven Soderbergh’s “The Christophers”

Just got back home after seeing this new film at Pittsburgh’s historic Manor Theatre. I liked it, but then I’ve liked every film Soderbergh has ever made, even Schizopolis (1996). The screenplay was written by Ed Solomon, who is probably best known for Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure (1996). It stars up-and-coming actress Michaela Coel who succeeds in holding her own up against the great Ian McKellen.

It is an interesting kind of a thriller, with no chase scenes and no gunshots. All of Soderbergh’s films are thrillers of one kind or another, but this one keeps you guessing about which kind of thriller it is. At the end, has any crime been committed? Has any theft occurred? Have any lies been told?

Well (spoiler alert) yes, many lies are told in this film, but most of them are not the things you expect to be lies and some of them (like in Ocean’s 11) are of course lies that are told to you, the audience. Since this is also a story about art and artists, it has to be a story about lies. As Magritte taught us, any image is a lie. Are we seeing what we think we are seeing? Are the people who they pretend to be? When is a lie not a lie? If Pierre Menard re-writes Don Quixote, is the result Cervantes’, or Menard’s?

When we’re gone, will we be reviled for every nasty thing we have ever said or done, or will we be revived in the memories of those who love us for every kind wish we have ever expressed?

Anyway, sorry to say that today is the last day of this film’s run at the Manor. We meant to see it last week when it opened, but I accidentally bought tickets for closing day instead. You still have time! Don’t wait until Monday, or it will be gone.

bookmark_borderAmazing Film

Last night, we went to see a brilliant film by an oft-maligned but cult favorite director about a person who is sometimes viewed as some kind of monster by the public. A person who has been put on display by a heartless manipulator, and made to feel like a freak by an uncaring media.

That’s right, we went to see The Elephant Man (1980), directed by David Lynch and starring Anthony Hopkins and John Hurt. What movie did you think I was talking about?

Anyway, this film is absolutely amazing. It is not just a sensitive portrayal of a sometimes mysterious figure, but a detailed portrayal of life in Victorian England. The realities of the economics and class structure are displayed, and the dehumanization of everyday people by the advance of mechanization is always a factor. The film even addresses its own morality by having the morality of its characters openly debated.

Brilliant work by Anthony Hopkins, John Hurt, and Freddie Jones of course, with notable appearances by Anne Bancroft, John Gielgud, and a quite young Dexter Fletcher. Even minor roles are played with considerable emotion and skill by such luminaries as Kenny Baker, Wendy Hiller, and Michael Elphick.

In some ways, this is maybe the most mainstream of Lynch’s films, but in others it is pure Lynchian obesession. Mysterious and loud machinery punctuates contemplative sections. Deformities and bloody injuries are everywhere. There are so many photographic portraits of women that they should have been collected and published as a book. Even the controversial use of black and white is straight out of David’s artistic playbook.

If you haven’t seen this film in decades, or you haven’t seen it at all, pay tribute to the legacy of David Lynch by watching this film if you can. Many thanks to the Harris Theater for shoing this on the big screen where it really belongs.