Indie Weekend: ‘Sightseers,’ ‘The Iceman,’ ‘Scatter My Ashes,’ ‘Black Rock,’ ‘Koch,’ ‘Erased’

Ben Wheatley's 'Sightseers' (IFC Films)

Ben Wheatley’s ‘Sightseers’ (IFC Films)

Half a dozen new indie releases compete for attention this weekend, May 17-19:

  • Sightseers. A black comedy about an English couple who take a trip to the countryside that turns murderous. I think so highly of Ben Wheatley’s first two films, Down Terrace and Kill List, that I believe a blind recommendation is warranted. Not previewed. (Landmark Magnolia)
  • The Iceman. Michael Shannon gives a powerhouse performance as a cold-blooded killer / family man. With Ray Liotta and Winona Ryder; directed by Ariel Vroman. Recommended with reservations. Reviewed here. (Angelika Dallas, Angelika Plano)
  • Scatter My Ashes at Bergdorf’s. Ostensibly a documentary, this plays like an advertorial for rich people who love high-fashion clothing. Directed by Michael Miehle. Not recommended. Reviewed here.  (Angelika Dallas)
  • Black Rock. Three women travel to a deserted wilderness island to relax and reconnect, but an unexpected encounter with three war veterans turns into a weekend of terror. With Kate Aselton, Lake Bell, and Kate Bosworth; directed by Aselton. Not previewed. (Angelika Plano)
  • Koch. Former New York City Major Ed Koch is profiled. Not previewed. (Angelika Dallas)
  • Erased. Aaron Eckhart and Olga Kurylenko star in an action thriller. Not previewed. (Cinemark Hollywood USA)

Opening in wide release:

  • Star Trek Into Darkness. The continuing adventures of the Starship Enterprise; this time, the crew is pitted against an implacable foe (Benedict Cumberbatch). Chris Pine, Zachary Quinto, Zoe Saldana, John Cho, Karl Urban, Anton Yelchin, and Simon Pegg return, joined by Peter Weller and Alice Eve. Directed by J.J. Abrams. Recommended. Reviewed here.
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Review: ‘Scatter My Ashes at Bergdorf’s’ Encourages Aspirational Shoppers Everywhere

'Scatter My Ashes at Bergdorf's'

‘Scatter My Ashes at Bergdorf’s’

If you shop regularly at Neiman-Marcus, or if that’s your aspirational dream, have I got a movie for you!

Actually, calling Scatter My Ashes at Bergdorf’s a “movie” would be misleading, much less labeling it a “documentary.” The title is inspired by a cartoon by Victoria Roberts that appeared in a 1990 issue of The New Yorker, and suggests the reverence felt by grateful designers, satisfied customers, and happy employees toward the luxury department store, considered a Manhattan institution as much for its landmark Fifth Avenue building (next to the Plaza Hotel and near the southeastern edge of Central Park) and intricately-designed window displays as for its high-fashion clothing and rarefied clientele. (The store was sold to Neiman-Marcus in 1972, but operates independently.)

A parade of designers line up to pay obeisance to the store; over and over they relate how the store “made” their careers, lining their pockets with gold and certifying them as having reached the pinnacle of the fashion world. A few brave souls — “Not at Bergdorf’s,” as titles helpfully explain — also appear, expressing their hope that one day they, too, will be considered worthy of a place in the store. Until then, darn it, they will soldier on in relative obscurity.

Perhaps writer /director Michael Miele was not able to find any designers who were willing to speak on camera in a critical manner about the store, nor any industry experts, journalists, historians, customers, or even former sales people. Whatever the reasons or intent, pretty much everything about the store is presented in a highly positive, advertorial manner.

victoria-roberts-ashes-scattered-250.jpgStill, even a puff piece needs compelling narrative storytelling and/or an abundance of fascinating anecdotes to justify a running time of 93 minutes. The only structure, of a kind, is provided by the five window displays designed by a longtime employee, praised for his taste and artistic vision. We don’t get any particular insight from him, or context as to his background and influences (other than “everything”); we just follow him as he shops for items and visits the artists whose work will be incorporated into the windows.

Otherwise, it’s a rambling assemblage, occasionally tossing in snippets from a historical timeline of the store and business, but mostly relying upon fawning interview footage in which the subjects are interchangeably appreciative of the opportunities that have been afforded them. Of the anecdotal material related by employees, it’s similarly respectful and dry, save for a longtime ace personal shopper, a woman who displays a saucy attitude but is wary of being too specific to an interviewer about anything she’s ever done or said.

Bergdorf’s personifies the adage, ‘If you have to ask how much it costs, you can’t afford it,’ and so everyone is reticent about discussing specific figures in the luxury business. (We do learn, however, that some sales people, or “personal shoppers,” can earn $500,000 to $1 million annually, which prompts one satisfied customer to consider changing professions, jokingly.)

Those who can afford high-priced luxury goods — shoes that cost thousands of dollars and the like — and those who benefit financially from the wealthy customers make no apologies, instead glorifying the materialistic lifestyle. One person goes so far as to claim that Bergdorf’s is “necessary,” indicating that it’s needed so that young people will be inspired to be “aspirational,” by which it’s strongly suggested that the only way people are motivated is by holding out luxury items as carrots for them to chase after.

Hey, if you’ve got the money, it’s your choice how you spend it, but the glossy justifications quickly become wearisome for those of us who have never dreamed that happiness can be bought in a department store.

Without much context provided, Scatter My Ashes at Bergdorf’s is akin to a very large issue of a fashion magazine. Fashion devotees will linger over every image; everyone else will rifle through it and then toss it aside without a second thought.

Review originally published in slight different at Twitch. Scatter My Ashes at Bergdorf’s opens on Friday, May 17 at Angelika Film Center – Dallas. Visit the official Facebook page for more information.

Review: ‘Star Trek Into Darkness’ Riffs, Rocks, and Rolls

'Star Trek Into Darkness' (Paramount)

‘Star Trek Into Darkness’ (Paramount)

Riffing madly on well-explored themes, Star Trek Into Darkness sounds like a symphony composed within a single octave, producing a powerful, melodious, and sometimes glorious piece of entertainment, blockbuster-style.

After the success of 2009′s Star Trek, which successfully rebooted the franchise, director J.J. Abrams and writers Robert Orci and Alex Kurtzman, joined by producer Damon Lindelof on the screenplay, faced a formidable challenge with the sequel. They’ve elected to pack their second installment with as much whirling chaos and action as possible, interspersed with charged dramatic moments and the type of character banter that provides welcome relief from the relentless pace. And, in a seeming bow to the social topicality espoused by series creator Gene Roddenberry, they’ve knitted political commentary into the fabric of their little space opera.

The in medias res opening sequence reveals Captain James T. Kirk (Chris Pine) and Dr. Bones McCoy (Karl Urban) being pursued through an alien forest by apparently hostile native peoples. Quickly, Commander Spock (Zachary Quinto) descends into danger from the Starship Enterprise, leaving behind his girlfriend, Lt. Uhura (Zoe Saldana) to worry, and other key members of the crew — Sulu (John Cho), Chekhov (Anton Yelchin), and Scotty (Simon Pegg) — to fret.

After that breathless introduction, the crew returns to Earth to get sorted out. They end up on a mission targeting a mysterious figure (Benedict Cumberbatch) who is threatening the United Federation of Planets, led by the iron-willed Admiral Marcus (Peter Weller). Many twists and turns await, both for the characters and the story.

Chris Pine impresses with his striking performance. This time out, the role calls for a greater range of emotions, and Pine shoulders his heavy-duty dramatic responsibilities with aplomb. Among the other Enterprise crew members, John Cho stands out; he, too, has been given weightier material to deliver, and he is suitably commanding. Quinto and Saldana measure up to their previous standards of excellence, while Urban, Yelchin, and Pegg are used, more or less, as various degrees of comic relief in support of the lead players.

Benedict Cumberbatch, who has already demonstrated a confident ability to sway from one personality trait to another, equally at home with comedy, drama, action, and tragedy, makes for a fierce antagonist, and is absolutely riveting to watch. Likewise, Peter Weller commands the screen whenever he appears, as do Bruce Greenwood, returning as Admiral Pike, and Alice Eve, as a new member of the crew.

My only reservations have to do with how things are resolved, which knocks the whole thing down a notch, but overall Star Trek Into Darkness is a very strong, mostly cohesive vehicle that travels very far and very fast into the heart of its characters.

Notes on Viewing: Screened at AMC NorthPark, auditorium #9, in 3D. Abrams consiously heightens the 3D effects, often playing with depth of field to enhance the dimensionality. It’s marvelous to behold; this is one of the rare films I’d recommend as worth the upgrade cost to 3D.

Star Trek Into Darkness is now playing widely at theaters across the Metroplex.

Review: ‘The Iceman’ Freezes Out the Murderous Truth

Michael Shannon and Ray Liotta in 'The Iceman' (Millenium Entertainment)

Michael Shannon and Ray Liotta in ‘The Iceman’ (Millenium Entertainment)

Ostensibly based on the true story of Mafia hitman Richard Kuklinski, The Iceman faces a couple of major obstacles right out of the gate:

1. Kuklinski’s veracity has been questioned; and

2. The movie feels like it’s missing its first act.

To tackle the second problem first, Richard (Michael Shannon) is introduced with a huge bushy beard, mumbling something that’s almost incoherent, and is then shown on a shy, sweet-talking date with Deborah (Winona Ryder) in the early 1960s. That’s contrasted with a scene where Richard slits the throat of someone who has angered him over an inconsequential matter. The sequence immediately sets up the diametrically-opposed extremes of Richard’s personality: loving and sensitive vs. savage and murderous.

Therein lies the kernel of a classic conflict that could have been the wellspring of a great movie.

Instead, scenarist Morgan Land and director Ariel Vromen, who previously colloborated on 2005′s Rx, focus on the more superficial elements of Kuklinski’s story. That’s what they did with Rx, as well: conjure up splashy, flashy moments of stylish, tough-guy behavior, and string them together with a narrative through line that ensures the multitude of episodes will not add up to any more than the sum of their parts.

Like fireworks, those dramatic components can be thoroughly engaging, for as long as they (briefly) last. Michael Shannon is a powerful performer, he’s scary and threatening whenever Richard’s fury grows hot, dead-eyed and menacing when he’s murdering or maiming, and kind and warm, if a bit distant, whenever he’s interacting with his family. (He marries Deborah and they have two daughters together, who are mostly shown in their teens when the action shifts to the mid-1970s.) But mostly he’s a very convincing serial killer.

That latter point ties back in to the first obstacle mentioned at the outset. Granted, it’s entirely possible that I would have accepted Kuklinski’s account at face value, were it not for the coincidence that I recently read Murder Machine, a scrupulously-researched and meticulously-detailed book by journalists Gene Mustain and Jerry Capeci about the Roy DeMeo gang. The Brooklyn criminals were known to be ruthless and capricious, and suspected of killing more than 100 people (conservatively) and possibly hundreds; most of the bodies were disposed of in some way, making a final body count impossible.

Mean Machine and The Iceman intersect when, in the film, Richard meets Roy (Ray Liotta), who is impressed by Richard and recruits him as a killer. Now, nowhere in Mean Machine is Kuklinski mentioned, which could have been an omission by the authors. Or, it could mean that Kuklinski, in the book based on his life story, was not telling the truth. A number of other incidents that are dramatized in the movie do not agree with what is reported in Mean Machine, either. (A little research revealed more questions raised about Kuklinski’s confessions, which gained notoriety from interviews he gave that were broadcast on television.)

Michael Shannon in 'The Iceman' (Millenium Entertainment)

Michael Shannon in ‘The Iceman’ (Millenium Entertainment)

Of course, fictional films inspired by real-life events are not obligated to hew closely to established evidence. What matters in a movie is whether it has the ring of truth: Does this feel like it could have happened?

By that standard, The Iceman fails. It feels like a self-serving version of events staged to make Richard Kuklinski look like the most fearsome Mafia contract killer in history. And it’s a wasted opportunity, because he was, from all evidence, a monstrous murderer, probably a serial killer in truth, which would have made a much more compelling, repulsive picture.

But he’s rendered here as a mythological creature, born fully-formed as a violent psychotic, whose break from reality happens off-screen, as does any hope of a piercing, penetrating examination of an ice-cold killer.

As noted, though, Shannon is mesmerizing, and Ryder and Liotta both turn in very good performances that are complemented by a strong supporting cast that includes Chris Evans, Robert Davi. and David Schwimmer, as well as cameos by James Franco and Stephen Dorff.

The Iceman opens in limited release in Metroplex theaters on Friday, May 17.

Indie Weekend: ‘No Place on Earth,’ ‘Midnight’s Children,’ ‘Source Family,’ ‘Star Trek II’

'No Place on Earth' at Angelika Dallas

‘No Place on Earth’ at Angelika Dallas

New indie releases and special screenings of note this weekend:

  • No Place on Earth documents “the untold story of thirty-eight Ukrainian Jews who survived World War II by living in cold, damp caves for eighteen months.” (Angelika Dallas)
  • Midnight’s Children. Salman Rushdie adapted his own novel and narrates “a lushly visual epic about two boys who are switched at birth and forever marked by history.” Directed by Deepa Mehta. (Angelika Dallas)
  • The Source Family. “The Source Family’s outlandish lifestyle, popular celebrity-hangout restaurant, rock band, and beautiful women made them the darlings of Hollywood’s Sunset Strip; but their outsider ideals, controversial spiritual leader Father Yod, along with his 13 wives, instigated local authorities. They fled to Hawaii, leading to their dramatic demise.” (Texas Theatre)
  • Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan. The first sequel picked up the pace with an exciting and personal story of treachery and revenge. In 35mm. (Texas Theatre)
  • Upstream Color, the new film by Shane Carruth, has perplexed and divided critics and audiences since it debuted at Sundance. Now available on DVD and Blu-ray.

Opening in wide release:

  • The Great Gatsby. Leonardo DiCaprio and Carey Mulligan star in Baz Luhrmann’s resplendent, scintillating version of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s bestselling novel. Recommended with reservations. (Reviewed here.)
  • Peeples. Tina Gordon Chism wrote and directed this alleged comedy, starring Craig Robinson, Kerry Washington, and David Alan Grier. Not previewed.

Review: ‘The Great Gatsby’ Delivers a Scintillating Experience

Leonard DiCaprio and Carey Mulligan in Baz Luhrmann's 'The Great Gatsby'

Leonard DiCaprio and Carey Mulligan in Baz Luhrmann’s ‘The Great Gatsby’

Baz Luhrmann never met an exclamation point he didn’t love!

The Great Gatsby, his scintillating version of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s novel, may be garish and boorish and brutish and extravagant — and it is all of those things and more — yet it is never insincere; it never puts on airs and pretends to be something that it is not.

Based on Romeo + Juliet (1996), Moulin Rouge! (2001), and Australia (2008), it would have been shocking only if The Great Gatsby did not splurge on excessive style. The setting of Fitzgerald’s novel — the Roaring Twenties, specifically the summer of 1922 in Long Island and Manhattan — appears to be a perfect fit for Luhrmann’s artistic sensibilities, which cry out for opportunities to display exquisite beauty and to showcase an exuberant color palette.

Luhrmann’s partner in crime, producer and production designer Catherine Martin, is fully his equal, overseeing and directing the creation of magnificent sets, sparkling costumes, and luxurious wardrobes. Simon Duggan, a first time colloborator as director of photography, certainly complements Luhrmann’s taste for glossy, gorgeous imagery.

Having these points in mind, then, Baz Luhrmann’s The Great Gatsby fully meets expectations. It’s exactly the kind of movie that I anticipated Luhrmann would make from the source material. It’s never less than an eyeful and a half, but it’s also never more than a designer outfit on a mannequin.

Fidelity to Fitzgerald’s novel is never an issue, though the screenplay by Luhrmann and usual colloborator Craig Pearce adds an unnecessary framing device to further distance the viewer from the emotional experience at hand. The movie hews closely enough to the original narrative turns to be considered faithful. The spirit, however, is quite different.

That’s to be expected, of course, considering that the book was first published in 1925; it was a commentary on a decade that was still evolving as Fitzgerald wrote. I haven’t seen the 1949 version, featuring Alan Ladd as Gatsby, but I recently watched the 1974 version, directed by Jack Clayton, which starred a miscast Robert Redford as Gatsby, Mia Farrow as Daisy, Bruce Dern as Tom, Sam Waterston as Nick, Lois Chiles as Jordan, Karen Black as Myrtle, Scott Wilson as George, and Howard Da Silva as Meyer. It’s a stodgy, conversative picture, very proper and absolutely beautiful in its own way, but the cast members often appear to be acting in different pictures. Redford’s reserve prevents any hint of vulnerability to shine though, and he generates no chemistry with Farrow.

Luhrmann fares better with his cast. Leonardo DiCaprio trips gaily over a wide range of emotions as Gatsby, conveying the anguish of romantic idealism. Carey Mulligan emotes a tearfu, fragile personality as Daisy, Joel Edgerton is very strong as the brutish Tom, and Tobey Maguire is a convincingly passive observer with occasional flashes of anger. Oddly enough, the characters played by Elizabeth Debicki (Jordan), Isla Fisher (Myrtle), Jason Clarke (George), and Amitabh Bachchan (Meyer) are shunted aside more so than in the book or the 1974 film version, so there are fewer moments for those actors to make much more than positive, if fleeting, impressions.

Anachronisms abound on the soundtrack, but it’s not wall-to-wall with modern music; there’s still space for Craig Armstrong’s original compositions and other music that captures the spirit of the times.

What, then, is the problem? Well, it’s inherent in Luhrmann’s approach to the material. The film is both too literal and too phantasmagorical to be taken seriously and/or accepted at face value. On the one hand, the aggressive, “filmic” moments that constantly call attention to themselves are quite effective; it’s easy to become entranced by the fantastic visual touches that distinguish Luhrmann’s vision.

On the other hand, the film also insists on talking and explaining and repeating and making explicit the same points that are being made visually. I imagine this is great for anyone who is blind and/or deaf, but for everyone else, it’s like watching a captivating movie in your native language with closed captioning turned on while listening to someone provide an audio commentary on what you’re watching. It overloads the senses and limits the effectiveness of the entire experience.

Those contradictions also place it squarely within the filmmaker’s apparent artistic ambitions. On those terms, the movie delivers exactly what is expected of it.

Note: The film was post-converted to 3D, which adds little to the experience except a surcharge on the price of a ticket.

The Great Gatsby opens wide across the Metroplex on Friday, May 10.

Steven Spielberg Will Direct ‘American Sniper’ With Bradley Cooper As Chris Kyle

Actor Bradley Cooper and director Steven Spielberg attend the 18th Annual Critics' Choice Movie Awards held at Barker Hangar on January 10, 2013 in Santa Monica, California.  (Photo by Larry Busacca/Getty Images for BFCA)

Bradley Cooper and Steven Spielberg attend the 18th Annual Critics’ Choice Movie Awards held at Barker Hangar on January 10, 2013 in Santa Monica, California. (Photo by Larry Busacca/Getty Images for BFCA)

Steven Spielberg will direct American Sniper, based on the autobiography of Chris Kyle, a Navy SEAL (and Texas native) who became a military assassin and recorded more kills than any other American. Bradley Cooper has been developing the project; he will serve as a producer and play the title role. Jason Hall has completed a script, and production is tentatively scheduled to begin early in 2014.

Born in Odessa, Kyle enlisted with the U.S. Navy in 1999 and served four tours of duty. He was wounded in service twice and was awarded the Bronze and Silver Star medals multiple times. He was honorably discharged in 2009 and wrote about his experiences in American Sniper: The Autobiography of the Most Lethal Sniper in U.S. Military History, which became a bestseller after its publication in January 2012. He was shot and killed by a fellow military veteran he was endeavoring to help in February of this year.

Cooper’s production company acquired the big-screen rights to the book in May 2012. He received an Academy Award nomination as Best Actor for his performance in David Russell’s Silver Linings Playbook, losing out to Daniel Day-Lewis in Lincoln, directed by Spielberg. He is currently filming Russell’s followup, American Hustle, which is due out at the end of the year; it’s based on the ABSCAM scandal of the late 70s / early 80s. He will next be seen in The Hangover Part III, heading to theaters on May 24.

As for Spielberg, he put production for science-fiction action-thriller Robopocalypse on hold in January of this year, stating that he “found a better way to tell the story more economically but also much more personally. .. I’m starting on a new script and we’ll have this movie back on its feet soon… I’m working on it as we speak.” Theoretically, Spielberg could finish up work with the writer(s) on the script for Robopocalypse and then move on to American Sniper. Or he could just leave the robo-action flick for another director to pursue.

Spielberg has not tackled anything approaching contemporary life — without a fantasy or science-fiction angle — since the beginning of his career. (The Terminal (2004) was set in the modern day, but that verges on fantasy territory.) His first feature, The Sugarland Express (1974), was inspired by a true incident and was set in Texas, following a husband and wife who kidnap first their infant son and then a police officer; they end up pursued by dozens of law enforcement officers across the state of Texas (toward Sugarland, of course).

Though I haven’t read Kyle’s book, it evidently spends a fair amount of time with his wife as she deals with his military career and the strains that it places on their relationship. The book is 448 pages in paperback, so obviously big chunks will have to be condensed or omitted for the big screen, as always, so it will be fascinating to see what it is, in particular, about Kyle’s story that has drawn Spielberg. Clearly he has respect for the military, so that’s not an issue, but can he get out of his own way, as a director, as he tried to do with last year’s Lincoln?

If all goes well, American Sniper could be heading to theaters in late 2014.

Source: The Hollywood Reporter. Portions of this article originally appeared in somewhat different form at Twitch.

Indie Weekend: ‘Reality,’ ‘Renoir,’ ‘Reluctant Fundamentalist,’ ‘Kon-Tiki’

Matteo Garone's 'Reality,' at Angelika Dallas.

Matteo Garone’s ‘Reality,’ at Angelika Dallas.

New indie releases and special screenings of note this weekend:

  • Reality. Italian filmmaker Matteo Garrone turns his perceptive lens from organized crime (Gomorrah) to reality television in his latest effort, described as a darkly comic piece. In Italian with English subtitles. (Angelika Dallas)
  • Renoir. In 1915, the great painter Pierre-Auguste Renoir and his son, filmmaker Jean Renoir, fall for the same woman, an enchanting artist’s model. In French with English subtitles. (Angelika Dallas, Angelika Plano).
  • The Reluctant Fundamentalist. A drama about ‘the cultural divide that cracks open’ between a Pakistan man (Riz Ahmed) and an American woman (Kate Hudson) after 9/11. Directed by Mira Nair. (Landmark Magnolia)
  • Kon-Tiki. A modern adventurer attempts to recreate the 1947 voyage of Norwegian explorer Thor Heyerdahl across the Pacific Ocean. Nominated for an Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film. (Angelika Dallas)
  • Upstream Color, the new film by Shane Carruth, has perplexed and divided critics and audiences since it debuted at Sundance. Continuing in limited release. (Angelika Dallas, Texas Theatre)

Opening in wide release:

  • Iron Man 3. Robert Downey Jr. returns as the Marvel superhero, this time opposed by The Mandarin (Ben Kingsley). With the usual gang.

Indie Weekend: ‘Mud,’ ‘Days of Heaven,’ ‘Starbuck,’ USA Film Festival

Terence Malick's 'Days of Heaven,' at the Texas Theatre

Terence Malick’s ‘Days of Heaven,’ at the Texas Theatre

The 43rd annual USA Film Festival kicked off this past Wednesday night and continues through the weekend at Angelika Dallas. Visit the official site to download the complete program. (I’m hoping to see John Carpenter’s They Live and Soi Cheang’s Motorwayreview for the latter at my sister site A Better Tomorrow.) Other new indie releases and special screenings of note this weekend:

  • Mud. The new film by Jeff Nichols (Take Shelter) features Matthew McConaughey. It’s the best American film I’ve seen this year. In limited release. Reviewed here.
  • Starbuck. “As his lover announces her pregnancy, a fortysomething slacker receives other life-changing news: 142 people, all of them the result of artificial insemination, have filed a class action lawsuit against him, their biological father.” In French with English subtitles. (Landmark Magnolia).
  • Upstream Color, the new film by Shane Carruth, has perplexed and divided critics and audiences since it debuted at Sundance. Continuing in limited release. (Angelika Dallas, Angelika Plano, Texas Theatre)
  • Days of Heaven. Presented in 35mm, Terence Malick’s glorious classic should be a perfect companion piece, I would imagine, for Upstream Color. Then go see Mud. (Texas Theatre)

Opening in wide release:

  • Pain & Gain, reviewed here.
  • The Big Wedding. An ensemble comedy, from the director of Going Greek. Not previewed.

Review: ‘Mud’ Presents a Clear-Eyed View of Modern American Life

Matthew McConaughey, Tye Sheridan, and Jacob Lofland in Jeff Nichols' 'Mud'

Matthew McConaughey, Tye Sheridan, and Jacob Lofland in Jeff Nichols’ ‘Mud’

Jeff Nichols is fully in tune with nature and how people relate to it, reminiscent of certain Australian filmmakers in the 1970s. The feature films he has made so far are pure pieces of modern Americana, though, reflecting a sensibility that is fiercely independent, no matter the varied landscapes that seep into the characters who inhabit them.

By “Americana,” I mean a dictionary definition of the word: “Things associated with the culture and history of America, esp. the United States.” Mud, Nichols’ latest film, in no way trumpets American culture as superior to any other; it is, however, firmly rooted in the time and place of its very particular setting, namely, rural Arkansas in the Southern United States.

The story revolves around two teenage boys who are edging into adulthood but aren’t there quite yet. Ellis (Tye Sheridan) and Neckbone (Jacob Lofland) are filled with the energy of youth and the brash curiosity of adolescence. They freely and fearlessly explore the fecund woods that surround their rural community, including the muddy banks of the Mississippi River. One day they see a boat resting in the branches of a tree, far off the ground. An adult might ponder the fragility of life — surely the boat’s owners were victims of a flood — but the boys view it as a cool, potential clubhouse, and vow to make it their own.

Upon returning, Ellis and Neckbone learn that someone else has claimed the boat. He’s tall and lean and mysterious, and exudes an air of restrained menace; he’s the kind of man who might turn on you quick as look at you. The boys do not shy away, revealing a confidence in their ability to take care of themselves.

Their instincts are (basically) correct. The man, who calls himself Mud (Matthew McConaughey), provides a reasonable explanation for why he’s taken possession of the boat — he’s in trouble with the law and waiting to meet up with long-time love Juniper (Reese Witherspoon) — and enlists the boys to help him with a plan he sketches out.

It’s good timing for Ellis and Neckbone; their home lives are far from idyllic. Ellis has learned that his parents (the always terrific Ray McKinnon and reliable Sarah Paulson) are splitting up, and his mom wants to move out of their ram-shackle riverboat home and into town. Neckbone lives with his uncle Galen (Michael Shannon), who has some unusual ideas about raising children. So they agree to help Mud, as much out of boredom and curiosity as anything else, and the consequences of their decision quickly spread outward, like a rock skipped across a river.

The story plays out largely through the eyes and ears of Ellis, who is in his early teen years, and is still figuring out who, or what, he wants to be. Does he want to be like his harsh-tongued and often frustrated father? Or his mother, who is seeking more security and a more traditional home life? Or Galen, who is very much his own, angry man? Or the crusty old man who lives across the river, Tom (Sam Shepherd), who lives an extremely solitary life? Or Mud, who makes being penniless and wanted by the law somehow look dangerously attractive?

Mud is not a conventional coming-of-age tale, in which an angel and a devil fight for the soul of a young person who must choose good or evil. Nor does it extol the idea of leaving home for the romance of the open road, or advocate moving to the city as the only smart decision for rural youth. Instead, it depicts people who have taken a variety of paths to adulthood. Some have achieved success and enjoy a measure of satisfaction with their lot in life, while others are still searching for the happiness that eludes them.

Nichols carves his characters from reality. As but one example, Mud has visions, but they don’t have the profound depth of those experienced by, say, Michael Shannon’s character in Take Shelter, Nichols’ previous film. Mud’s visions are both more mundance and more pitiable, because he’s been chasing the fulfillment of them for so many years without quite getting there.

Like the Mississippi River, emotions and events in Mud rise and fall. Sometimes they come in a rush, but more often they ebb and flow gently. so the temperament of the film doesn’t reach the apocalyptic heights expressed in Take Shelter. Still, the range of personalities expressed by the characters leaves open the possibility that someone might be left stranded, like the boat in the woods.

Tye Sheridan, who played the younger brother in Terence Malick’s The Tree of Life, embodies Ellis with surprising strength and quiet confidence; sometimes it’s stretched thin over a valley of fragile nerves, but he rarely strikes a false note. Jacob Lofland is also quite good as his running buddy Neckbone, who appears to have fewer possibilities in life than Ellis, but never holds that against his childhood friend.

Matthew McConaughey continues his recent string of superior performances, giving Mud a tasty edge that connects most of the dots while allowing the rest to be filled in later. It’s a supporting role, but it’s substantial, and he doesn’t overplay his hand. Ray McKinnon, Michael Shannon, and Sam Shepherd all deliver exquisitely good work, as do Sarah Paulson and Joe Don Baker. Reese Witherspoon erases her star persona to play the faded lover.

Key members of the crew, such as cinematographer Adam Stone, editor Julie Monroe, and production designer Richard A. Wright, contribute excellent work, while David Wingo’s musical score is evocative and powerful.

Like its lead character Ellis, Mud is modest, surprisingly strong, and quietly confident as it unfolds, venturing far into territories that are rarely visited in American cinema.

(Review originally published at Twitch.) 

Mud opens in limited release across the Metroplex on Friday, April 26.