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.
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
tyranny. 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.
Casper. That friendly little dead kid from the comic-book
'50s has been resurrected for the computer-generated '90s--and
though a bit pale, he's looking good. So is his movie, which unlike
last summer's The Flintstones, has the quick pacing and
good cheer necessary to get audiences past a typically slim, gadget-ridden
storyline. Actors Bill Pullman (likable as always) and especially
Christina Ricci (who has become eye-catchingly lovely since her
days in The Addams Family) are responsible; playing an
afterlife researcher and his lonely daughter, they provide the
movie with just enough soul to get by. Casper doesn't do too bad
in that department, either. Also starring Cathy Moriarty and Eric
Idle.
Congo. After being spoiled by Jurassic Park, you
can't help but feel that something's missing from this summer's
Michael Crichton thriller. Where are the moral issues? Where are
the scientific tangents? Where are the dinosaurs? Following
a handful of differently motivated explorers into the heart of
an African jungle, this Frank Marshall-directed spectacle feels
hollow every misstep of the way. Marshall transparently uses the
plot as a chassis for a series of action set-ups, and the characters
as vehicles for one-liners. There's no wonderment to fill in the
gaps. Amy, the gorilla who talks via computerized bodygear, has
more heart than anyone else in the picture.
Crimson Tide. Tony Scott, director of Top Gun, once
again glorifies a division of the armed forces with commercial
editing rhythms, overpowering sound effects and monotonously slick
cinematography. This time the action takes place aboard a nuclear
submarine, which may or may not have orders to launch the first
strike of World War III. Though mutiny and torpedo battles are
involved, the movie's only real meat comes from the verbal sparring
between Denzel Washington and Gene Hackman, two stereotypically
diametrical officers who argue endlessly over a trumped-up ethical
question about whether to follow orders or follow your heart.
Even without a periscope, you can see the finish coming from miles
away.
Die Hard With A Vengeance. The third Die Hard film
is as good as you could hope, given that most "three"
films are usually only one-third as good as the original. But
this one is at least half as good as Die Hard, thanks
to loads of Speed-style chases and bombings in downtown
New York City and director John McTiernan's deftness with cartoonish
action. And while the European conspiracy-plotting and Bruce Willis'
working-class hero routine are turning into shtick, Samuel Jackson
has been effectively added to the mix as a reluctant, cynical
buddy who is a welcome foil for Willis' tired one-liners.
Fluke. A businessman (Matthew Modine) dies in a car accident,
comes back to life as a cute dog, and remembers enough of his
past to track down his wife (Nancy Travis) and son and try to
love them again. This misguided children's movie has enough heartwarming
doggy scenes to fill a dozen Disney flicks, but underneath all
the fur lies a very adult story of karmic redemption that few
kids are likely to appreciate. What starts off as a children's
mystery gives way to a rather painful tale of lost human ideals,
with oddly perverse scenes where the protagonist whimpers while
watching his wife go to bed with his best friend. It's an unwittingly
subversive little picture, curiously inappropriate but strangely
effective.
Forget Paris. Director-actor Billy Crystal has created
a new, rather bland concoction: Woody Allen Lite. In this all-too-formulaic
tale of the ups and downs of a relationship, Crystal tries, with
occasional success, to turn the banal disappointments of marriage
into comic fodder. Co-starring with Debra Winger (who comes across
as attractive but oddly unsympathetic), Crystal's livelier gags
soon give way to masturbation jokes and mediocre, forced melodrama.
It's sort of like When Harry Almost Divorced Sally. And
oooh, somebody turn down that saccharine lite-jazz score.
Tales From The 'Hood. Here's a breath of fresh air: a black
film that addresses racial issues via a format other than realism.
Using a macabre Night Gallery-esque framing device, we're
presented with four horror vignettes--each with a bone to pick
about racism, gang violence and so on. It's well-executed by director
Rusty Cundieff (Fear Of A Black Hat), and nicely acted
by a cast including Clarence Williams III and David Allen Grier.
Too bad the ideas don't go anywhere beyond cut-and-paste revenge
fantasies. The best vignettes include a story about a David Duke-like
politician who's stalked by rabid black voodoo dolls, and a Clockwork
Orange-style tale in which an irrepressible gangbanger is
forced to watch rapid-fire images of blacks shooting blacks intercut
with photographs of slave lynchings.
GREAT MASTERS SERIES. Persona (1966), by Swedish
filmmaker Ingmar Bergman, screens at 7:30 p.m. Friday, June 30,
at the UA Modern Languages Building auditorium; and at 3 and
7:30 p.m. Sunday, July 2, at The Screening Room, 127 E. Congress
St. A disturbed actress (Liv Ullman) with a psychosomatic loss
of speech is placed in the care of a loquacious nurse (Bibi Andersson)
in a remote seaside village.
CREATURE FEATURE. The Screening Room, 127 E. Congress St.,
will screen Creature from the Black Lagoon (in 3-D) at
2 and 4 p.m. Saturday, July 1. Single admission is $2 for kids,
$3 adults. Call 622-2262 for information.
VIDEO TENSIONS. This bold series of short videos, ranging
from five to 30 minutes each, continues at 7:30 p.m. Thursdays
in the UA Modern Languages Building auditorium: June 29, VideoQUEER,
a look into gay and lesbian issues; July 6, VideoNATIVE,
on Native Americans; July 13, VideoCOLLECTIVE, works by
visiting artists Cyrille Phipps and Cathy Scott; and July 20,
VideoOUST, a series on "throwaway kids." Series
continues through August 3. A $2 donation is suggested. Call 621-7352
for information or a complete schedule of screenings.
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