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Movie review: Anora

not Pretty Woman

I went to see the new movie Anora, largely because it had been so widely acclaimed. Sean Baker won the Palme d’Or, awarded to the director of the Best Feature Film at the Cannes Film Festival; he also wrote the story. The film was nominated for several other awards. I saw it at the Spectrum Theatre in Albany, one of only two people present on an early Wednesday matinee.

Fandango describes it as “an audacious, thrilling, and comedic variation on a modern-day Cinderella story.” Ani (Mikey Madison) is a young sex worker from Brooklyn who is good at her job. One of her clients is a young, brash, fairly obnoxious, but very rich young man of Russian heritage named Ivan or Vanya (Mark Eydelshteyn), who specifically asked for an escort who at least understood Russian. Anora’s grandmother had never learned how to speak English.

They are having a good time, in a wretched excess way, with him shelling out beaucoup bucks for her exclusive company, and in short order, they decide to get married. This is a problem for Vanya’s handlers when they find out. They worked for his parents and were supposed to keep him on a loose leash. Now, the marriage must annulled, which is complicated.

Evolution

The early part of the film was a bit boring to me. There’s a lot of sex, not just with Ani, and it’s very unsexy.

The film finally starts getting interesting when two of Vanya’s handlers rush to the lavish home where he and Ani are staying. These guys are intimidating but not lethally scary. Still, they and their immediate boss are determined to get their way and have the means to grease the legal machinery. At this point, I see Ani’s strength and vulnerability come through. And the film becomes a black comedy.

So I liked the latter half of it, although, as some critics pointed out, “Anora’s outbursts of fury, incessant trash talking, and relentless screaming can wear on the ear.” The Rotten Tomatoes reviews were 96% positive with the critics and 90% with the fans.

I’m reminded that when the movie Pretty Woman was being made, it started as a “gritty dark comedy about the dehumanizing nature of sex work,” much darker than the frothy tale that Garry Marshall engineered with Julia Roberts and Richard Gere’s characters. This is NOT Pretty Woman.

Movie review: Conclave

the opposite of faith

The pope is dead. Cardinal Lawrence (Ralph Fiennes), as Dean of the College of Cardinals, is tasked with organizing the conclave to select a new pontiff. That’s the premise of the movie.

The candidates emerge. Cardinal Bellini (Stanley Tucci) is a liberal favorite, while Cardinal Tedesco (Sergio Castellito) is a conservative alternative. Could Cardinal Trembley (John Lithgow) emerge as a compromise? And there’s never been an African pope—how about Cardinal Adeyemi ( Lucian Msamati)? And there are others.

A potential scandal or two colors the proceedings. On the face of it, this should be a boring, stuffy process based on issues that people not seeped in Catholicism would not care about. It is not. The wardrobe and set look realistic, and the cinematography is lovely. “Costume Designer Lisy Christl on Why the Cardinals’ Crosses Were an Important Character Detail.”

The acting—including by Isabella Rosellini as Sister Agnes—is wonderful. The nuns may be invisible, but they do see. Even cardinals struggle with the notion of their calling. One of the resonating quotes is that “the opposite of faith is not doubt; the opposite of faith is certainty.” What are the perils of ambition?

A review I saw notes that Conclave is “among other things, an actual thriller, of character rather than jeopardy.” Well, maybe a little bit of jeopardy. It was surprisingly riveting.

Smoky back rooms

It reminded me somewhat of political conventions, not the ones we have more recently where the outcomes are preordained, but the old-fashioned smoky back rooms, where there was horse trading for votes amongst the delegates. The favorite sons from a given state held their delegates in abeyance for some trade-off.

I saw Conclave at the Spectrum Theatre in Albany on a Thursday afternoon. The room was about 1/3 full, which is not bad for that time of day. The reviews on Rotten Tomatoes were 91% positive with the critics and 85% positive with the audiences.

One of the negative reviews was from Hosea Rupprecht from Pauline Media Studies, who wrote: “From the perspective of the Catholic Church, Conclave offends by taking this sacred ritual which is supposed to inspire faith, humility, and trust in the providence of God, and turns it into a disturbing commentary on human weakness and ambition.”

I’m not feeling it. As a Protestant kid who’s had an utter fascination with the papacy from childhood, I think it reflects what people of faith have told me over the many decades about internal struggle. Others complain about the “final twist that is, arguably, one twist too far.”It’s a fictional story, but the conclusion seems internally consistent.

I highly recommend it.

Movie: The Big Parade (1925)

World War I film

In the past decade, I’ve become very interested in films about World War I. Cole Haddon, on his Substack page, declares that “‘The Big Parade’ is one of the first great anti-war films in cinema, but also a perfect demonstration of what he calls ‘narrative mirroring’ in storytelling.”

The movie was directed by King Vidor in 1925. It’s, of course, a silent film and is black and white. It starts in many ways, like other WWI films I’ve watched, such as the 2018 Peter Jackson documentary They Shall Not Grow Old and the 2022 remake of All Quiet On The Western Front, showing a certain glorification of war. This is the Good Fight. Isn’t it going to be wonderful? Once you get down to the brass tacks—not until the last 60 minutes of this 2.5-hour film—does the fighting become the brutalizing event that war is.

Some of the earlier scenes with Jim (John Gilbert), his army buddies Bull (Tom O’Brien), and the expert spitter Slim (Karl Dane) are on the verge of slapstick. There’s a bit of romance involving Jim’s fiancee, Justyn (Claire Adams), and a young French woman Melisande (Renée Adorée).

Big hit

Haddon writes that The Big Parade, a title with multiple meanings, was “MGM’s biggest moneymaker until Gone with the Wind was released in 1939. The reason I think it’s worth your time to consider what I have to say about it is twofold: 1) the film has been beautifully restored and is available to watch for free on YouTube (link) and, more importantly, 2) the structure Vidor and his team of writers used.”

He notes: “Narrative mirroring involves repeating a story beat in a different context, an act of juxtaposition with the first that produces a new, deeper meaning…This repeated beat also tends to imbue similarly new, deeper meaning in the original story beat if/when the viewer returns to it. This happens consistently throughout The Big Parade.”

My fascination with WWI films is because, like most people, I understand World War I far less than the American Civil War or World War II.

Today is 11/11, the anniversary of the “war to end all wars,” which it didn’t.

Music and movie: Call Me

Al Green

Here’s another edition of The Titles Are The Same, But The Songs Are Different. The sentence Call Me can be taken at several levels of suggestiveness, as these tracks suggest.

Blondie, #1 pop in 1980. Interestingly, Blondie made other charts with different songs. The Tide Is High went to #3 on the adult contemporary charts, while Rapture went to #33 in the R&B charts in 1981.

Aretha Franklin, #13 pop, #1 RB for two weeks in 1970. Aretha wrote this.

Johnny Mathis, #21 pop in 1958. Mitch Miller produced the song. And if you know who Mitch Miller is, you’re likely of a certain vintage.

Chris Montez, #22 pop, #2 AC in 1966. Weird: I know this song, but not by this artist. The fact that it was written by Tony Hatch was a big hint. Petula Clark recorded it on an EP in 1965, but it failed to chart anywhere except Argentina.

Skyy, #26 pop, #1 RB for two weeks in 1982. Very dancable.

Tweet, #31 pop, #9 RB in 2002. Co-written by Missy Elliott, and produced by Timbaland.

Click, #35 pop in 1997. To my surprise, I had heard this before.

Go West, #54 in 1985. This is SO eighties!

Dennis DeYoung, #54 pop, #5 AC in 1986. Written and produced by the singer. This is ALSO so eighties.

Too Short and Lil’ Kim, #90 pop, #30 RB in 1997. This is the NON-explicit version? Er, ah…This is from the 1997 movie Booty Call starring Jamie Foxx.

Variations

There’s also Call Me (Come Back Home) by Al Green, #10 pop, #2 RB for two weeks, which my Top Pop Singles book lists separately. No, he’s NOT my cousin, though I have made jokes to that effect.

Over a dozen other songs start with the words Call Me in the title. At least two reached the Top 10 in the rock and roll era, Call Me When You’re Sober by Evanescence, #10 in 2006, and the ubiquitous Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen, #1 in 2012.

In 1910, Ada Jones and the American Quartet hit #1 with Call Me Up Some Rainy Afternoon, written by Irving Berlin. Ben Selvin hit #9 with Call Me Darling (Call Me Sweetheart, Call Me Dear) in 1931; the billing notes The Cavaliers, and the vocalist is Orlando Roberson.

The movie

There is a 1988 movie titled Call Me, directed by Sollace Mitchell, and starring Patricia Charbonneau, Stephen McHattie, and Boyd Gaines. Since there are over 900 movies and TV shows with the words Call Me in the title, I had to search for it by plugging in Boyd Gaines, who I vaguely remember from “a three-year (1981-84) stint as Mark Royer, the dental student who married Barbara Cooper (Valerie Bertinelli) on the long-running CBS sitcom ‘One Day at a Time.'”

As for the film, “A journalist agrees to meet an obscene caller at a bar, and ends up witnessing a murder.” The tagline: “He knows everything she never knew about herself. He could be everything she ever wanted . . . or feared!”

The IMDb is 5.3 On Rotten Tomatoes, there are two negative critics’ reviews, and the audience response was only 20% favorable. Still, some people sort of liked it. One viewer, giving it 2.5 stars out of five, acknowledged, “I am not entirely sure it completely makes sense, but it did keep me watching. ” One could rent or buy Call Me on Fandango at Home, Prime Video, or Apple TV, not that you should.

Sunday Stealing: blueberry muffins

Bonnie, Neil, Diana, and Mac

Here’s another installment of Sunday Stealing, which is reason enough to have a picture of blueberry muffins. The first question is, What’s your guilty pleasure?

I’ll list foods I should not eat but crave for this exercise. These tend to involve pastry with fruit, such as banana bread, blueberry muffins, and apple pastry.

Which meal is your favorite: breakfast, lunch, or dinner?

Dinner, because it tends to be the most varied. Breakfast is almost always oatmeal. Lunch is whatever leftovers might be kicking around. Dinner tends to be the most interesting.

What do you do when you want to chill out after a long day?

It tends to be watching television, specifically the Evening News, which we record and fast-forward through the commercials. So, I’ve managed to miss the bulk of the political ads running. Then, my wife and I play the New York Times Connections together.

How would you spend your ideal weekend?

On Saturday, we usually attend some event: a concert, play, musical, movie, or social gathering. Sunday involves going to church and then talking to my sisters on Zoom.

MUSIC, of course

Do you listen to podcasts, or mostly just music? What’s your favorite podcast?

I listen to a lot of music, usually seven CDs per day. Bonnie Raitt, Diana Krall, Dr. John, and Neil Young are currently heavily in the rotation. But not many podcasts because I can’t multitask. I have to listen intently. It’s the same reason I can’t listen to audiobooks and do something else, as some people, notably my wife, can. I am utterly incapable. I have to concentrate on the item. So, besides Arthur’s occasional AmeriNZ item, the only podcast I listen to regularly is Coverville, which is mostly music.

Brian Ibbott usually picks covers of artists whose birthdays are divisible by five. So in November, he might select Chris Difford (Squeeze), 70, on the 4th; Bryan Adams, 65, on the 5th; Corey Glover (Living Colour), 60, on the 6th; Rickkie Lee Jones, 70, on the 7th; Bonnie Raitt, 75 on the 7th, etc.

Do you prefer to go to the movies or watch movies at home?

Cinema, always. I saw many movies at home during COVID-19, but it wasn’t the same. I remember going to the Spectrum Theatre when the vaccine was available, but social distancing and masks were the norm, and it was such a treat to see the films on the big screen.

TeeVee

What was your favorite TV show growing up?

The Dick Van Dyke Show. Mark Evanier has linked to his ten favorite episodes. (His #2 may be my #1)

What’s your favorite TV show now?

CBS Sunday Morning, a magazine on the air since 1979.

How would you spend your birthday if money was no object?

I’d rather throw a surprise party for Kelly with a few dozen of his closest friends and family in Washington, DC.

What’s your favorite season? What do you love most about it?

Spring. It could have snow or 86°F/30°C, but ultimately, it will have new life.

Do you prefer camping or going to the beach?

I don’t like either. If I had to choose, I’d say go to the beach, but I’d need a huge umbrella to protect me from the sun.

Which phone app do you think you use the most?

I probably use Noom because it can track all my food consumption. After that, I’ll probably use Venmo to send money to my daughter and the CDTA navigator so I can get around on the bus in Albany.

Steppin’ Out

Would you instead cook, order delivery, or go out to eat?

I would eat out almost every meal, every day. There’s something about other people preparing your food for you and then cleaning up afterward. It’d be different restaurants with a variety of levels of fanciness.

How do you drink your coffee?

I don’t drink coffee. I know it’s unAmerican.

If you could have any animal as a pet, what would you choose?

I don’t want another pet. We had two cats this year; one of them died. It’s much easier to go away when you don’t have a creature depending on you. I liked having them and love our remaining cat, but I reckon we won’t have another one.