Apollo 13. Ron Howard is a child of TV, so it's to be expected
that his latest film, like all the others, always tells you how
to react. That worked fine in Splash, Parenthood
and The Paper, enjoyable films with regular outbursts of
comedy. But Howard is at his worst when he takes things too seriously,
and he treats the near-fatal Apollo 13 mission with unquestioning
reverence: a historical symbol of American heroism. Rarely does
he touch upon the terror of dying in space or the weird spectacle
the mission became after the public learned of the impending doom.
It's a detailed, technically superb movie with a monotonous point
of view: that the astronauts suffered nobly. Tom Hanks, Bill Paxton
and Kevin Bacon star.
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, who at age 64, is starting to look like
a turtle). 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.
Clueless. This is the movie you'll hate to love, full of
innocent, likeable characters with completely unbelievable lives.
Far from an offshoot of one of those Fox TV programs, this latest
effort by Amy Heckerling (who also delivered Fast Times at
Ridgemont High) is an original, engaging portrait of Beverly
Hills high school life in the '90s, which remains sincere however
fantastic the lives of her characters become. Clueless
is top of the line, "kids rule" cinema.
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.
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.
Mad Love. Two Seattle teens, played by Chris O'Donnell
(ever the perfect boyfriend) and Drew Barrymore (ever the flirty
thrill-seeker), decide to run away and live a wild life on the
road. But after a series of booming alternative music-filled travel
montages, the love story becomes pointlessly morose: O'Donnell
realizes that Barrymore is a manic-depressive, needs medication
and must be taken home. What a dirty trick on the audience. O'Donnell
is effective in this useless role, but Barrymore, who is asked
to stretch herself, dismally reveals her lack of acting ability.
The Net. Once again, Sandra Bullock gives a top-notch performance
as the accidental victim in a fast action thriller. This time
she's on her own, as the introverted, computer program analyst
who stumbles into the twisted world of cyberterrorism. Sci-fi
fans and computer phobics alike will appreciate the implications
of an Orwellian future in which our entire identities are stored
on the Internet, where the war of the Information Age is waiting
to break out. If you can willingly suspend your disbelief, this
one will keep you frozen over your popcorn throughout.
Pocahontas. In their depiction of the Native American woman
who helped forge peace between indians and colonists, Disney delivers
everything you'd expect: a tasteful message of anti-bigotry and
environmental harmony, cute animals, competent songwriting and
a heroine who looks like an animated supermodel. A few of the
key sequences are charming, but most of the film is so calculated
as to lack any viewing joy whatsoever.
Species. Get ready for Jurassic Park meets Alien.
When an experiment with a human-extraterrestrial hybrid goes awry,
the government assembles a four-man team consisting of a biologist,
social scientist, empath and assassin to find the escaped E.T.
Species starts off in the right vein, creating a character
both humanistic enough for the audience to relate to and inhuman
enough to keep you on the edge of your seat. Despite an anti-climactic,
typical Hollywood ending, a half-way decent story and chilling
special effects mask most of Species' flaws.
IMAGES OF WAR. In conjunction with the 50th anniversary
of the Hiroshima tragedy, The Screening Room presents a series
of films portraying the aftermath of war. Night and Fog
screens at 8 p.m. Friday and Saturday, and at 3 and 7:30 p.m.
Sunday, August 6, at The Screening Room, 127 E. Congress St. Hiroshima
Mon Amour screens at 8:30 p.m. Friday and Saturday, and 3:30
and 8 p.m. Sunday, also at The Screening Room.
KIDS' FILM FEST. The series concludes with Thirteen
Ghosts, screening at 2 and 4 p.m. Saturday, August 5, at The
Screening Room, 127 E. Congress St. Single admission is $2 for
kids, $3 adults. Call 622-2262 for information.
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