Ms. Coppola Going Places: “Somewhere”

With the 2010 Somewhere, Sofia Coppola wrote and directed a film that has more in common with the films of Olmi and Antonioni than with today’s serious pictures, which is to the good.

It has to do with a popular, recently divorced movie actor (Stephen Dorff) and his 11-year-old daughter (Elle Fanning), the latter of whom fears she is losing her intimate connection with her mom and dad.  This rattles Dorff.  Fanning’s departure from him, and from the frivolous, vacuous film-industry world in which he lives, leaves the man sobbing over being a self-identified “nothing.”  Somewhere eventually becomes a bit dull and would probably be better as a short.  But it’s an astute film from an artist whose clear talent makes me regret that I declined to see The Bling Ring, her follow-up to Somewhere (albeit I did see, and enjoyed, Marie Antoniette).

On The 2011 Novel Of A Christian Writer: “To Die For”

Once again, in 2011, we had Henry the Eighth and Anne Boleyn, this time from the perspective of Anne’s close friend Meg Wyatt.  Sandra Byrd‘s novel, To Die For, is about both Anne and Meg, with the latter as narrator—and, I might add, nonsupporter of Katherine of Aragon.

Meg accepts Anne’s marriage to Henry but has vexing difficulties regarding marriage for herself.  The man she loves joins the priesthood and Meg blames God, implacably rebelling against Him.  She is also a mistreated woman, but as Anne Boleyn tells her, “You blame God for the deeds of men, I blame the men themselves.”  In the middle of the novel, Meg repents and becomes a genuine Christian.  She starts giving more attention to Anne, who needs it, and less to herself.

Now, in the 1530s, Protestantism lives, and Byrd does a good job of depicting an England where, as Byrd herself puts it, “God was now on His way to being at home in both the cathedral and the croft” (although I happen to believe it was actually that way before the Reformation).  Byrd is more of a craftsman than an artist.  Although her prose is not quite perfect, she does know how to write.  Hers is a Christian vision, and she can make both Young Adult novels and period novels engaging.  She has done so with To Die For. 

 

George And “The Women”

 

Cover of "The Women (Keepcase)"

Cover of The Women (Keepcase)

George Cukor, in filming Clare Booth Luce’s play, The Women, put out in 1939 a jangled, vivacious—almost too vivacious—domestic comedy about female dreadfulness and female resilience.  There is also an element, to be sure, of a woman-needs-a-manism (i.e. a man to love).

Norma Shearer is too weepy as Mary Haines, but provides otherwise distinguished acting.  Rosalind Russell plays bitchy Sylvia exaggeratedly and exhaustingly, though Joan Crawford does commanding work as a home wrecker.  The woman who sparkled in Modern Times, Paulette Goddard, tries too hard as a saucy divorcee.  Virginia Weidler, a child actor, however, is unself-consciously true as Shearer’s daughter.

The Women is quite a confection, smartly directed and in black and white with, nonetheless, an in-color fashion show sequence.

Walls And Castles: The Movie, “The Glass Castle”

I could not care less about the perverse, monstrously irresponsible father (played by Woody Harrelson) of a New York magazine writer named Jeanette Walls.  Admittedly, The Glass Castle (2017), based on Walls’s memoir, is incessantly interesting—and vivid—but that’s all.  I mostly agree with Stephen Whitty:  “This is grim material, but well worth a movie.  The problem is that this film seems reluctant to really confront it.”  MAYBE it’s well worth a movie; I don’t know.  The stuff about its reluctance, though, is incontestably true.

What is not reluctant, or unknowing, is the honest acting.  It nearly makes this an valuable film.

The Movie, “Suddenly” With Its Town Called Suddenly

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Suddenly (1954) is a pulp fiction film about a trio of punks hired to murder, as he passes through the tiny town of Suddenly, the President of the United States.  It’s properly economical with some vigorous action, as in a strong scene where one of the killers uncontrollably fires his rifle, tat-tat-tat, while being electrocuted.

The movie is respectful of middle-class—and certifiably small-town—American values.  E.g., Sterling Hayden (as a sheriff) keeps inviting Nancy Gates to ride to church with him.  And, yes, the main assassin is a WWII veteran, but was enough of a cur to be discharged from the army.  Frank Sinatra is the star here.  Suddenly is such a basically conservative pic, I’m surprised Ol’ Blue Eyes was initially a Democrat.

Directed by Lewis Allen, written by Richard Sale.