Friday, November 24, 2023

2023 Year End List of Favorite Movies Seen in Theater

 


1.   Napoleon (2023, Ridley Scott)

2.   The Zone of Interest (2023, Jonathan Glazer)

3.   The Killer (2023, David Fincher)

4.   Barbie (2023, Greta Gerwig)

5.   Saltburn (2023, Emerald Fennell)

6.   Coup de Chance (2023, Woody Allen)

7.   Beau Is Afraid (2023, Ari Aster)

8.   Priscilla (2023, Sofia Coppola)

9.   Asteroid City (2023, Wes Anderson)

10. May December (2023, Todd Haynes)

Thursday, November 23, 2023

Stranger fucking danger

I didn’t know anything about Emerald Fennell before Promising Young Woman (2020), and I still don’t really. But I went to see Promising Young Woman in the theater and I’m glad I did, because I’m still like fascinated by it. I’m impossible though. Like even though I’ve vehemently sworn off David O. Russell I’m now drawn back to Joy (2015) because I can’t help but be—it shouldn’t work but that makes me like it even more.

Saltburn (2023, Emerald Fennell, 1.33:1) is a toxic comedy of manners class conscious morality satire chamber piece that takes a familiar premise, then subsequently takes our notions of whom we might empathize with, what feelings we associate with doing so, what judgements we might form about them, and then mischievously plays a trick on us.

     Most of the time I don’t think movies have messages. But Saltburn is excused. Whether I could articulate this message or not (I’m not gonna try because I don’t wanna spoiler), it stayed with me long after leaving the theater. My two favorite things about Saltburn are the decadence fantasy-wish fulfillment and the cast, but especially Rosamund Pike and Richard E. Grant.

     The decadence exists both at Oxford and Saltburn manor. And it’s dark in both instances. At school we care about the kids. But at Saltburn it’s how eccentric the entire family and staff are that makes it so enjoyable. The progression of the narrative always had me uneasy wondering where exactly this whole thing was going, and that intrigue is crucial to its thriller aspect. And as far as its style, I could think of many comparisons that I could make, but why bother?

 

11/21/2023 AMC Phipps Plaza 14

Atlanta, GA

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Wednesday, November 22, 2023

Sorcerer of death's construction

Ridley Scott is at his best with Gladiator (2000) and Kingdom of Heaven (2005). It’s like when some say how by the 60s the collapse of the studio system was due to the bloated, big budget historical spectacle period piece costume dramas that Scott found a way to revive them in something like the sexy ultraviolent almost like where Verhoeven seemed to be headed throughout the 80s-90s way, but Scott adds his own boyish sense of adventure and morality to them. Heaven is one of my favorite movies. It’s proof for me that a Hollywood historical war and romance epic can clock a nimble 3 hours and never drag. Unlike, say, Killers of the Flower Moon (2023, Martin Scorsese), which feels oppressively slow and neither the romance nor the violence are we meant to enjoy; it’s as if that movie is like a master forcing us to be held next to our own shit and suffer its stink because we made a mess on the rug. 
     Other than Heaven the only other Hollywood movie I can think of that’s so much fun is the Napoleonic wars set 3hr 28min War and Peace (1956, King Vidor). I can watch that movie, or even just jump in anywhere, and find that perfect blend of entertainment I'm always in the mood for. Vidor’s epic revels in its untethered freedom from adhering too closely to either Tolstoy or history. And like Gladiator and Heaven it’s fun, not to be taken too seriously, and has that boyish sense of heroism.


Napoleon (2023, Ridley Scott) has got a boyish sense of villainy. As a biopic, we get less of a sense of frivolity than either Gladiator or Heaven. But what we do get is an oil on canvas where light can be a thing of beauty. 
     And the battle scenes, especially the Battle of Austerlitz, command a formidable victory of epic spectacle. There’s something surgical about the staging of the battles, immaculate, precise, and horrifying. Napoleon reminds us that movies were supposed to have been made to be shown in a theater. Napoleon as a film is also less fodder for popcorn, plot and characters than it is one man’s bloody, unwieldy sense of ambition. We’re certainly in the era for those. This movie is cold, so cold—and I love it.

 

11/21/2023 AMC Madison Yards 8

Atlanta, GA

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Sunday, November 19, 2023

Insecure people are very dangerous

You would think May December (2023, Todd Haynes) is Sirkian melodrama, right? It has persecution from society, traditional feminine domestic roles/space, and the self-reflexive construct of artifice throughout. But it’s not entirely so, because it doesn’t seek to tear your heart out in that overly effusive attack on your emotions kind of way. And that’s why Todd Haynes is so good at doing his own thing—beautiful perfect make believe little dioramas where the character is just a little deranged enough to be fun but still hold up a mirror to show us ourselves. 
     And because I love Todd Haynes so much, I love Julianne Moore as GRACIE. It’s through Gracie the film is able to achieve its fundamental moral ambiguity. And if you’re open to trying hard enough to not merely discount her as crazy, you could begin to appreciate the strengths that contrast her weaknesses, and how the dreams of being happy contrast her nightmare reprehensible behaviors. Yeah sure, this is in fact a triangle protagonist thing and I should care about Natalie Portman as ELIZABETH and Charles Melton as JOE, but really I only care about Gracie. 
     Okay I know maybe I have a problem with decoding symbolism. But I can’t resist here the temptation to just sketch out: think about Joe gently nurturing butterflies from chrysalis to monarch; Elizabeth choosing a snake, a “kind that doesn’t bite,” to play her Gracie; against Gracie prowling the forest flanked by her 2 hunting dogs, with a shotgun, stalking an array of cute furry little woodland innocents. 
     The genre of May December should be called something like elevated melodrama. Or, I’d like even better something like arthouse melodrama, specifically because of the way it uses a Michel Legrand cue from The Go-Between (1971, Joseph Losey) much in the way Paranoid Park (2007, Gus Van Sant) uses the Nino Rota excerpt from Juliet of the Spirits (1965, Federico Fellini). The way that Legrand theme is used constantly shifts the tone of or our interpretation of shots. The biggest one maybe is right when the movie starts and there’s a slow zoom on Gracie lamenting they might not have enough hot dogs and the devastating music cue tells us maybe this is more tragic to her than we know? Or maybe this movie is disconnecting us from the melodrama code to get us to think about the art? Or maybe this movie is hilarious? Whatever it is, it’s fun too.
     The setting is one of the factors contributing to another great strength in May December, which is how original this material feels and allows us to forget that real life story it vaguely resembles. (I know this is irrelevant but I love Savannah and when Elizabeth interviews Gracie’s ex at that coffee shop I freaked out because in real life it’s Gallery coffee shop and I always go there as much as I can I love it.) When they mention living on an island (more symbolism in the vein of Sirk) it’s gotta be Tybee, and, uh, how can I put this, mostly people with money live there and it’s kind of uh, quaint—perfect. Also yes, the downtown Savannah stuff is gorgeous. But that night exterior where there happens to be a tour conducted in the background where we overhear snippets of anecdotal history gruesome details of a hanging told almost like it’s a fun fact is bonkers.
     May December is about each of its 3 main characters, and too nuanced and balanced for it to be worth me trying to outline. I see their flaws as much as I empathize with them. They’re all too human. And it’s as much a trashy tabloid premise as it is an elegantly executed prestige woman’s picture. 

10/17/2023 Landmark Midtown Art Cinema

Atlanta, GA

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Friday, November 03, 2023

Mise en scene me tender

The Virgin Suicides (1999) 1.66:1, Lost in Translation (2003) 1.85:1, Marie Antoinette (2006) 1.85:1, Somewhere (2010) 1.85:1, The Bling Ring (2013) 1.85:1, The Beguiled (2017) 1.66:1

In Priscilla (2023, Sofia Coppola) 1.85:1, the inserts are better than the movie. But it totally works to its strength. In this film setting is everything. And Graceland is Versailles. But the inserts; period authentic jars of Noxzema, Chanel no. 5, mascara in one assorted on a bathroom counter; in another, an airplane ticket on Pan-Am; porcelain miniature figurines in another; this is the film. We even get a montage where it all culminates in this connecting notably Sofia Coppola's longtime passion for Polaroids and it clicking this is probably the time they were first introduced into the market. Coppola curates the details of the setting as would be featured in a magazine, or adorning a bedroom wall, or a scrapbook. It’s who she is. It’s her artistic identity. 
     And as in most of her movies, her perspective is that of a young woman embarking on something like a fairytale exploration of a world of decadence, fame, and idealized romance that upon proving illusory allow her to become empowered and glimpse the kind of wisdom wrought through hard-earned life experience. In Priscilla it’s all so gorgeously quaint. Priscilla is an object. She’s Elvis’ idealization of a teenbride who only exists to be there for him to cuddle when he’s lonely, dress up, make-up, and do her hairstyles how he wants, and keep her in a dollhouse—she’s his Barbie. And here’s where it begins to become apparent that in this dream of make-believe the princess is just any ordinary girl, which is to say she could be any ordinary girl. And in her own way, Coppola tells the story she wants and has the immensely talented aptitude to understand that it’s not her burden to tell this as a documentary. 
     Sofia Coppola cinematically builds Priscilla through ephemeral, poignant moments of contemplative melancholy. There’s never anything melodramatic about the way she treats the material. The hues are soft and diffuse, as is the atmos—mist instead of shadows. 
     Priscilla is also a film where the 60s pop songs become this kind of alchemy collage. But the original score is also this percussion-based lullaby xylophones, celesta, or something like I don’t know: bells, glass, chimes, music box pretty, delicate, and soft like everything else in the movie. 
     This film isn’t detached from the heart of its protagonist. Yet there does seem to be something indicative of a distance between the life she wanted (and we want for her) and the one she gets (and the version of it Coppola has made into a movie). Coppola is so confident in her perspective that the artifice of it knowingly depicts the world used to ultimately define the characters she’s created. And through this it is then a matter of familiarizing ourselves with the cold inescapable maze of what’s left out as key to these truthful renditions. And it does help that Priscilla throws in just enough details you probably aren’t familiar with or don’t see coming to make it that much more fun.

11/03/2023 AMC Madison Yards 8

Atlanta, GA

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Friday, October 27, 2023

The only path in life is the one behind you

Fincher recap: Early includes Se7en (1995), The Game (1997), Fight Club (1999) and Panic Room (2002). Zodiac (2007) is pivotal. The Social Network (2010), The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (2011) and Gone Girl (2014) is mid. The Killer (2023) is late. The films I’ve left out are irrelevant. 

 


Oh my god yes. The Killer is a return to greatness. It’s a revenge-o-matic pretty much standard assassin genre entry with an existential loner. Or think of it as an arthouse John Wick. 

     Its narrative takes a slightly askew take in that the conflicts its protagonist encounters are mostly, how can I say this, minor (or what I'm really trying to say is not conventional Hollywood familiar). But just when you think it starts to become predictable, it ducks you. Its tone is very quiet and takes its time. But it never drags. And its center is its protagonist's vo.

     There’s more handheld camera in the first half of this than every other Fincher film combined. Its customary Fincher palette often is an array of murky yellow, cyan, and green hues. And have you ever wondered what the difference is between a subjective camera shot and an objective one? I have struggled to understand this. Like is a pov the only example of subjective and everything else is objective? Anyway. In the Paris portion of the movie, when THE KILLER listens to The Smiths the music is clearly mixed upfront when we see what he’s seeing (subjective) and intercuts with shots where we’re with him and then the music is muffled and distant (objective), a great learning tool.

     The Killer sees Fincher having matured. As if it’s an entirely unrecognizable departure from the person who made Fight Club. Fassbender as The Killer dressing like a typical nondescript mannequin from an upscale mall, at various times seen eating McDonald’s, clutching a paper Starbucks cup, and ordering an Amazon order from his wireless device is the epitome of what Jack’s inner voice loathes. But he’s cool. Even him only listening to The Smiths says a lot. Who doesn’t love Morrissey, but they wouldn't exactly indicate anything other than mainstream at this point. Yet most enjoyably The Killer’s that Fincher brand of smug, efficient, and knows how to deliver black comedy one-liners. He’s what you want if you want Fincher.

     I love The Killer. It’s simple although immensely rewarding. And it’s the first time I’ve seen a Fincher film that didn’t seem to be striving for the grandiose operatic heights he’s heretofore constantly aimed for. 

 

10/27/2023 Midtown Arts Cinema

Atlanta, GA

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Friday, October 20, 2023

The squaw man

You ask me chronologically the greatest American director goes: John Ford, Stanley Kubrick, then Martin Scorsese. With each of them you can take any decade of their 50 years or more careers and find major works (that hold up) spanning each decade. Who’ll be the next one to follow?

Killers of the Flower Moon (2023, Martin Scorsese) is perfect. It’s not so much long as it’s the length it has to be for the significance of its historical impact to be felt. Its thematic undercurrent might be the love of money corrupts. And what an American theme it is. 

     It doesn’t take long to establish its core conflict: white man is gonna take everything from the Osage. Yet it could also be said that it’s not only the white man who is corrupted by the love of money. I can’t seem to be able to overlook the main Osage characters, the sisters MOLLIE, ANNA, and RETA, all marry white men; something that they know wouldn’t be possible if they didn’t have money. It’s hard for us to accept the logic behind the actions of most of the main characters, as I’m sure it was hard for them to make any sense of why they themselves all did what they did. And isn’t that what it means to be human?

     There’s something inevitable about the fates of the characters. Like there’s some sense of there’s nothing they could have done any different even if they wanted to. The pace of the story in Killers of the Flower Moon is measured: a steady dose of unendurable traumatic misery. In many ways it’s a film with a very narrow dramatic focus.

     But Jack Fisk’s production design is what’s big. The booming town is most impressive when viewed from within. The new money extravagance is depicted down to the most smallest detail—the designs of Mollie’s China for example. 

     And finally, yes DiCaprio as ERNEST BURKHART carries the picture as a himbo (he adequately portrays with a slouch) who breezes into a life of leisure and privilege that gets him in way over his head so gradually it’s kind of poetic. But the final jab Killers of the Flower Moon hit me with is its moral condemnation of both white man and Osage who don’t work for a living. That’s what makes it relevant beyond only serving as merely a historic artifact. It’s a corrosive critique of the American way of life. 

 

10/19/2023 AMC Madison Yards 8

Atlanta, GA

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Friday, October 13, 2023

Camp Blood

When I go to the movie theater, I’m either seeing what I’d call cinema or popcorn—art or commercial. And when I leave not having felt like the experience gave me something that captivated me with its mastery of plot, genre, dialogue, character, setting or some emotional connection, then that’s the worst. The feeling I wasted my time.
     An exception to this criteria I’ve just mentioned is camp. Sometimes a movie can be awful, yet entertain me enough that I don’t feel it’s wasted my time. As I’m writing this I’m pretending that the Friday the 
13th movies are a trilogy. It’s also Friday the 13th today. The 80s is the best decade for horror movies. And of the franchises to come from that era like HalloweenNightmare on Elm Street, my favorite has always been Friday the 13th. It doesn’t have the auteur cred of the other two. It’s the product of a major studio. It doesn’t’ feel as original or inspired as the other two. It’s almost like a cartoon. Jason Vorhees doesn’t ask us to question the metaphysics of evil like The Shape or the psychological dreamscapes of Freddy. In Friday the 13th Part 2 (1981, Steve Miner) as one of the only characters to even try to profile him, GINNY describes Jason as “a frightened retard.”
     The Friday the 13th trilogy is one of the finest examples of setting. Along with many of the Disney cartoon short subjects of the 1940s-50s, the Friday the 13th trilogy appeals to me in how it embodies the camp setting. I’ve never been camping or even wanted to, but I’ve always loved a summer camp or a state park as a setting. And Friday the 13th is full of precautions to avoid attracting bears, grilling hot dogs, and American flags. And isn't there something a little surreal about a summer camp we never see the kids show up for?

 


The main reason I walked to my neighborhood theater earlier this rainy night is because they showed Friday the 13th Part 3 in 3-D (1982, Miner). In 2009 there was a period of a few years I was totally into 3D, starting with Avatar (2009, James Cameron). And I’d never seen a 3D movie in a theater before that. I’d never even really thought about it, but the only title I’d keep wishing I could have caught a screening of but never thought I would is Friday the 13th Part 3 in 3-D. 
     This movie had the audience in its hand. I can’t remember ever having this much fun in a movie theater (except for maybe seeing 35mm prints of John Waters’ films of the 70s). And the reason it had such an impact is because both the 3D (it’s the red and blue cellophane glasses) technology and the attitudes about sex and drugs are so dated. Yet I don’t consider this an example of camp. When you read about Friday the 13th Part 3 in 3-D you’ll find reports of the cast saying that due to all the focus the filmmakers were placing on getting the 3D right that they neglected the performances—and that’s what makes this movie so amazing. 
     The entire time 3D effects were used the audience all collectively as if they’d rehearsed it were this chorus of oooohs and whooooas whenever there were objects projecting out from the screen at us. At times the dialogue is bad. At many times the logic behind the characters’ motivations doesn’t make sense—but in the most fun and entertaining hilarious possible way. Also I love this scene where the girl in a bikini is seducing the guy and she’s all: wanna go somewhere alone where we can do whatever we want do you know what that’d be like, and the guy replies “disgusting.” It’s perfect. It doesn’t really make sense in that context but then of course it makes perfect sense. 
     I’ve seen 80s horror movies with groups who laugh in that ironic way. But this was different. Friday the 13th Part 3 in 3-D works as a horror movie. The peril is fun but it’s still scary at the same time. The two entries before this one in no way achieve this. Friday the 13th Part 3 also doesn’t mention Crystal Lake. So it’s a cabin in the woods setting, which I’m not thrilled about, but like the franchise itself, it’s kind of an oddity or doesn’t fit in with the other 80s horror franchises. And unlike the first two, it doesn’t have the same nudity and exploitative shots ogling the girl counselors. But it does introduce drugs into the mix, albeit maybe trying to get a little too much mileage out of Cheech and Chong type pot jokes.
     On a technical level, you could look at Friday the 13th Part 3 as a really great example of how several of its scares utilize taking a shot we buy as a closed frame to sneak in a character from offscreen to give us a jump scare, and not just a jump scare but often the (quintessential to this trilogy’s) brand of fake scare. The Friday the 
13th trilogy is really adept at utilizing the open frame, like blood dripping on a character’s forehead while they’re lying down—where’s that coming from? 

 

10/13/2023 Plaza Theatre

Atlanta, GA

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Friday, October 06, 2023

Thoughts on Books I Finished, August 2023

I Am Not a Wolf, Dan Sheehan

Almost certainly the last book deal that will ever be given to somebody for having a funny Twitter / Instagram account, I Am Not a Wolf is funnier, sadder, and deeper than it needed to be, and is easily one of the best humor books I have read. It's formally playful—no spoilers!—and as far as I can tell only recycles one and a half jokes from Twitter as it takes you through the surprisingly nuanced challenges of navigating work, roommate relations, public transit, post-work drinks, dating, family, and—again, without spoilers—resisting capitalism in the human world while being a wolf, lightly disguised but so far undiscovered.

So, a relatively light touch on many, perhaps most, of the heaviest topics our day-to-days give us. ("Can you call it the big foist? I'm fucking overwhelmed!")

I keep thinking about the Principia Discordia:

Some excerpts from an interview with Malaclypse the Younger by THE GREATER METROPOLITAN YORBA LINDA HERALD-NEWS-SUN-TRIBUNE-JOURNAL-DISPATCH-POST AND SAN FRANCISCO DISCORDIAN SOCIETY CABAL BULLETIN AND INTERGALACTIC REPORT & POPE POOP.

GREATER POOP: Are you really serious or what?
MAL-2: Sometimes I take humor seriously. Sometimes I take seriousness humorously. Either way it is irrelevant.

GP: Maybe you are just crazy.
M2: Indeed! But do not reject these teaching as false because I am crazy. The reason that I am crazy is because they are true.

GP: Is Eris true?
M2: Everything is true.
GP: Even false things?
M2: Even false things are true.
GP: How can that be?
M2: I don't know man, I didn't do it.
and, of course:
A SERMON ON ETHICS AND LOVE
One day Mal-2 asked the messenger spirit Saint Gulik to approach the Goddess and request Her presence for some desperate advice. Shortly afterwards the radio came on by itself, and an ethereal female Voice said YES?

"O! Eris! Blessed Mother of Man! Queen of Chaos! Daughter of Discord! Concubine of Confusion! O! Exquisite Lady, I beseech You to lift a heavy burden from my heart!"

WHAT BOTHERS YOU, MAL? YOU DON'T SOUND WELL.

"I am filled with fear and tormented with terrible visions of pain. Everywhere people are hurting one another, the planet is rampant with injustices, whole societies plunder groups of their own people, mothers imprison sons, children perish while brothers war. O, woe."

WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH THAT, IF IT IS WHAT YOU WANT TO DO?

"But nobody Wants it! Everybody hates it."

OH. WELL, THEN STOP.

At which moment She turned herself into an aspirin commercial and left The Polyfather stranded alone with his species.

And I keep thinking about the Illuminatus! trilogy's thought that "it's not true if it doesn't make you laugh, but you don't understand it until it makes you cry". This feels like the book's goal, and at its best, it succeeds.

Special song of accompaniment with similar power in and of and from mundanity: "Spud Infinity", Big Thief.

Down the River Unto the Sea, Walter Mosely

After the success of last month's read of this series' second book about Joe King Oliver, I tried the first book, with nearly as much enjoyment. To kick off the series, Mosely gives us a private eye who was a cop, then got sent up to Riker's for a sex crime he didn't commit, where he was brutalized both by brutes and by a prolonged stretch in solitary confinement. Ten years later, he's adrift, a bit, getting by but engaged in nothing, when he gets a couple cases dropped on him that, in time, reconnect him with his passion and evolve him into new relationships with his trauma and the law.

It felt like a prequel, rather than the beginning, but that may have been an accident of order. I liked this one, but less than the second.

Art & Fear, David Bayles, Ted Orland

I'm taking another drawing class, and this short, odd, book was recommended as an extra thing to read as part of it. Starting enormously promisingly by staking a claim to be about "ordinary art", it quickly deflates, concerning itself mainly with the issues and anxieties of professionals in and around the art economy. Where it avoids this narrow focus—the "free up time for making art by skipping committee meetings at work" passage is a conspicuous and irritating example of this focus*—it contains many helpful and even insightful reflections on the processes of making stuff, and thoughtful, heartfelt observations about the many, many self-imposed obstacles one can ... impose between oneself and those processes.

Does a lot of it read like self-help? It does. But the whole thing is maybe 120 pages long (or about three hours long, in the audio version I got from the library), so it's not particularly onerous. And while their version of "ordinary art" may not be mine**, somebody interested in making things can certainly find something in here that will be of use in that pursuit.***

* Asking oneself "Who is allowed to do this opting-out, and who shows up to have that work non-escapably assigned to them?" is something nobody involved in the anecdote that undergirds this advice seems to have asked.
** The definition they offer is something like "everything less than Mozart" which is ... not helpful. I found myself redefining the term mentally as something along the lines of "things made in a non-professional(-ized) environment
*** A comparably helpful piece of advice, taken from "Nuts and Bolts" from Richard Hugo's The Triggering Town:

When young it's normal to fear losing a good line or phrase and never finding anything comparable again. Carry a small pocket-size notebook and jot down lines and phrases as they occur. This may or may not help you write good poems, but it can help reduce your anxiety.

The difference between Catholics and Baptists

Know what the difference is between the religions Catholic and Baptist are? I don’t. I just know they both believe in Jesus. A ton of religions believe in Jesus though. Cinematically, Catholicism has always been my favorite religion. From Buñuel and Hitchcock to Coppola and Scorsese there’s really no question of any rival Christian based religion holding a candle to it.
     But that was a long time ago. The first thing that struck me about The Exorcist: Believer (2023, David Gordon Green) is how in keeping with the expanding inclusivity of contemporary society in addition to a Catholic priest, adds Baptist, Pentecostal, and Hoodoo to the mix. I guess like the cool thing about it is it leads to a view of spirituality with a focus more on people and their faith instead of overwrought adherence to any specific religious institution. Although now that I think about it something else cool about the earlier Exorcist films is that Catholicism is kind of scary—great fit.

The Exorcist: Believer can be broken down into two parts: about 70 minutes of set-up and the payoff 30 minute exorcism sequence. The set-up includes a Haitian prologue rich in exotic imagery and backstory full of significance for the lead character VICTOR. (The Haiti work was filmed in the Dominican Republic, and there are amazing crowd shots that were filmed without permits or releases.)
     But when the set-up moves into the point after the girls have been found is where the film achieves its force. The home life of Victor and ANGELA is carried off with a subtle calm that’s so conducive to the quiet spooky chills as fundamental to the demonic terror that creeps in. And we care for these characters all the more so because of it. 
     As for the exorcism itself, it’s one gnarly extravaganza. Taking the film as a whole, while encompassing supernatural horror, the demon throughout is mischievously prone to psychological attacks to break down its ops—and does so by breaking down their faith. And here is where The Exorcist: Believer proves it knows its stakes, while maybe even raising those of its forbears.

For fans of David Gordon Green, on display here find his expertise in casting (with the help of longtime “specialty casting” agents John Williams and Karmen Leech) authentic talent for both the homeless camp and the mental hospital. In particular, the actor playing the HOMELESS GEEZER (Eddie Craddock) is great. When he first pops up as the cops are investigating the school after the girls go missing, his dialogue goes something like “We ain’t seen nothing. We ain’t done nothing. We ain’t know nothing,” is way fun. It’s the care taken with characters in general that Green knows goes a long way in creating his cinematic worlds for the stories to exist in.

 

10/05/2023 AMC Phipps Plaza 14

Atlanta, GA

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