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End of Summer Fun at The Castro

The recent and sad demise of the Red Vic should teach us not to take our fabulous Castro movie palace for granted. This late August bonanza is highlighted by an absolute knockout Midnight for Maniacs Friday from Jesse Hawthorne Ficks.

 

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World: Halfway into this pop tart cute Michael Cera vehicle, our intrepid slacker Romeo waltzes into the hyper campy pad he shares with his gay roommate, Wallace Wells, only to discover the acid tongued Wells going down on a boy tart. “Oh, you may just have seen a guy’s junk. And he’s very sorry.” The author of this sassy line, the sublimely insolent, scene stealing Kieran Culkin has been waiting a long time to grab his proper share of the spotlight. There is a sweet irony to a ruby lipped, if furious Culkin boy playing queer in order to win kudos from the Box Office Mojo crowd, but Culkin nails every scene as the non too butch Scott Pilgrim’s boy hungry, advice spewing best friend.

What kind of straight boy hero needs a gay best friend to advise him how to fight his new love’s evil ex-boyfriends? Well, an attention deficit afflicted, pee-shy, guitar playing Canadian who frets about practically everything from the success of his talent challenged punk band, Sex Bob-omb to the delicate process of dumping his seventeen-year-old girlfriend “Knives” Chau: a Midnight for Maniacs triple bill with Edgar Wright in person doing a Q&A before his zombie classics: Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz. (August 26th)

 

Badlands: Ever so loosely based on a real life crime spree (Charles Starkweather), Malick’s auspicious 1973 debut, Badlands, feels very much of a piece with its bratty film school contemporaries: nestled somewhere between the genre revising blood spattered visual poetics of Arthur Penn’s Bonnie and Clyde and the hyper Disney pop slickness of Steven Spielberg’s Sugarland Express, Badlands gives us a gloriously cocky Martin Sheen as a James Dean styling serial killer who seduces his slightly dim girlfriend (Sissy Spacek) on a corpse producing jaunt across the Great Plains after shooting her pop and burning down the family homestead. (Plays with Days of Heaven/August 25th)  

 

The Tree of Life: Don’t miss this very special taste of Malick in its Castro premiere. The Tree of Life’s 1950’s Waco, Texas clan is in many ways modeled on an American Sparta prototype of the family as a basic fighting unit: with the frequently absent, authoritarian dad (a lean and mean Brad Pitt), the mostly nurturing mom (newcomer Jessica Chastain) and a feisty trio of real boys -- heartfelt performances delivered in an almost dialogue free zone by pre-teens Hunter McCracken, Laramie Eppler and Tye Sheridan – as the restless grunts, seen both cowering under dad’s drill sergeant worthy dinner table rants or out-of-doors with their feral buddies getting into trouble. Malick demonstrates that these boys’ lives teeter between the claims of a Lord of the Flies descent into chaos and a Norman Rockwell/Walt Disney version of a crew cut nirvana. With an editing style that totally fractures any obvious coherent narrative -- death intrudes at the municipal swimming pool, as well as claiming one of the brothers in a mysterious late adolescent accident – Malick evokes the brutal freedom of an Eisenhower era boyhood: bad frozen food, adults teetering on a murderous domestic breakup, combined with an exhilarating taste of freedom’s mad possibilities.

 

The Castro’s not to be missed Pedro Almodovar series begins with his queer boy masterworks:

 

Bad Education: Gael Garcia Bernal is brilliantly showcased in the master work of Almodovar’s cinema of men behaving badly – a triple barreled homage to Hitchcock, Billy Wilder and himself. Inspired by a scene in Law of Desire where Carmen Maura’s Tina has an awkward reunion with a priest who had abused her as a child. Bad Education truly sizzles with an electric triple role turned in by Bernal, who is beautiful and deadly both as a Barbara Stanwyck like femme fatale and a boyish enfant terrible young actor looking for a killer part. The film is tour de force on the subject of telling stories on film. Kicking off when Almodovar alter ego filmmaker Enrique (Fele Marinez) receives a mysterious visitor (Bernal) who claims to be his schoolboy friend and childhood lover Ignacio, Almodovar then allows us to see Enrique’s film of Ignacio’s story about the abuse and then ups the ante when a sexual coming of age tragedy shifts into a full film noir revenge tale. Bernal and Martinez give mesmerizing performances as the two men conduct a deadly duel that blows the David/Crawford catfights off the screen. High voltage sex scenes make a pointedly painful guide to the differences between physical and emotional penetration. Bernal’s characters all perform operatically giving and receiving (there’s a delectable full frontal shot of Gael through wet jockey shorts), although Almodovar warns us that these characters do not regard sex as “source of pleasure, but of pain for everyone else.”

 

Law of Desire: One of the director’s most male obsessed comedy/melodramas commences with a startlingly frank scene of auto-eroticism, with diabolically comic overtones that is merely a prelude for a delicious expose about a movie director who must battle for his own body and soul against a two male lovers and his own brother who becomes his sister – the sex change prompted by a passionate liaison with their father. (Castro/August 17th )  

 

All About My Mother: A beautiful teenager celebrates his seventeenth birthday with a note begging his mother to allow him to meet his absent father. “I don’t care who he is, or how he treated my mother. No one can take that right away from me.” That night Esteban is hit by a car prompting his mother to take a painful journey through her own unsettling adolescence to inform a transsexual, Lola, that the son he never knew reserved his last written words for him. A tender and yet resolutely unsentimental meditation about family born and chosen, All About My Mother prompted film historian David Thompson to gush, “A sweeping tribute to women, and one of those films to make you wonder if God didn’t mean movies to be gay.”

 

Talk To Her: Almodovar reinvents the buddy flick around the premise of two guys caring for two comatose women – one gored in a bullring. It both rekindles the best of his early dark comedies of runaway passions and reaches sublime new layers of feeling. The silent film-with-in-a-film that neatly balances sincerity with parody (sort of The Incredible Shrinking Man meets The Vagina Monologues) is enchanting. (August 18th)

 

Flower of My Secret: A romance novelist tries to kick her bad habits both literary and carnal with surprisingly good results after the usual run of Almodovar pratfalls including a very tight pair of boots.

 

Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown:

This commercial breakthrough screwball comedy features a woman who is so angry at a disappearing boyfriend that she practically erupts into flames, indeed her bed does ignite. Inspired by a Jean Cocteau play, Women features some memorable comic misadventures including the interference with a police investigation when two when two cops are served drug-laced gazpacho. (August 19th)

 

2001: A Space Odyssey: This Stanley Kubrick mind fucker has always puzzled me: I love Hal, the world’s meanest and perhaps first computer assassin but the trippy light show always put me to the sleep – and that’s when I was in my mid-twenties. I’m going to give this one another chance. (Plays with 2010 August 21st)

 

Double Indemnity: This wicked noir – an early sign of Billy Wilder’s brutal edge – is besides a great male/female double/double cross, also a great platonic male love story. If you ever desire a story of cinema masochism dial up Wilder’s account of the sublime torture involved in dragging a filmable screenplay out of his one-time only collaborator Raymond Chandler. (Plays with The Postman Always Rings Twice August 24th)

 














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