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Supernova
*** Colin Firth and Stanley Tucci playing a loving couple on an RV trip in the English countryside is exactly as tender and intimate as it sounds. Their palpable chemistry is bolstered by Firth's frosty naturalism and Tucci's balmy theatricality; good thing, too, because this romantic drama's scant plot is almost completely dependent on the casting of actors up to the task. The tale itself is one that's (tragically) familiar: A long-term relationship is tested by early onset dementia. However, writer-director Harry Macqueen finds room to break new ground by making the couple in question gay. An overabundance of art has been made that revolves around LGBTQ suffering, though it's usually derived from homophobia. While that's most certainly a worthy topic to explore, sometimes it's refreshing to see gay people allowed to have other conflicts, too. Here, the characters' sexuality is almost never an issue—their family is openly supportive of their relationship. Instead, the tension revolves around regular, old-fashioned trauma. The couple is given space to deal with their own very real crises without the simultaneous weight of bigotry crushing them. While Supernova's melodrama would have doubtlessly been more compelling as a stage play, at least its meaningful story is much more publicly accessible in film form. R. MIA VICINO. On Demand.
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**** Director Lee Isaac Chung's breakout film ponders American dreams by way of a pasture. Ask the father of the Yi family—Korean immigrants settling in rural 1980s Arkansas—and his new farm plot is rich with promise: Jacob (Steven Yeun) has purchased a literal slice of America, all set for cultivation. Or will the pasture suck dry the family's labor, its savings, its cultural identity, its wellspring of love? By contrast, Jacob's wife, Monica (Han Ye-ri), misses Los Angeles where the Yi family had Korean neighbors; hell, any neighbors. Despite its miscategorization by the Golden Globes as a "Foreign Language" film, Minari is quintessentially American, neither a strict cultural study nor an assimilation drama. Chung deftly centers his loosely autobiographical story on family mechanics, hews to the setting's specifics, and allows Minari simply to unfold. Scenes of 7-year-old David punished with Korean stress positions and learning the card game Go-Stop happen right beside American experiments in Mountain Dew and chewing tobacco. When cultural conflicts do arise, they're organic and spark unexpectedly hilarious trash talk between little David and his nonconformist grandma Soonja. Fully deserving of its acclaim since Sundance 2020, Minari is the rare immigrant story to seek meaning almost entirely beyond immigration itself. PG-13. CHANCE SOLEM-PFEIFER. Cinemagic, Living Room, On Demand, Virtual Cinema.
**** Filmmaker Chloé Zhao's work has always sought to uplift voices that have been pushed to the margins. Her previous features, The Rider (2017) and Songs My Brothers Taught Me (2015), both focused on Native American reservation culture, and she now sets her sights on documenting the lives of older Americans who travel in campers across the country in search of employment. The result is an awe-inspiring, dexterous hybrid of impromptu documentary and scripted drama, of nature and nurture, of ethos and pathos. Nomadland is anchored by multi-Oscar winner Frances McDormand, here playing Fern, a widow who lost her job at a gypsum plant in Empire, Nev., two years after the Great Recession officially came to an end. With nothing left to lose, Fern decides to sell her belongings, buy a van and hit the road in search of work. Along the way, she meets a litany of real-life nomads, most playing semi-fictionalized versions of themselves. These characters ground the film in a sober reality, reminding us it's possible to live and thrive in a community outside of traditional society. Though the story is technically manipulated for narrative purposes, it never once feels manipulative, emotionally or otherwise. It feels human. It is human. And it's the best film of the year. R. MIA VICINO. Hulu, Living Room.
*** This retelling of Mohamedou Ould Salahi's unlawful detainment at Guantanamo Bay is saddled with a few clunky qualities of the Hollywood legal drama. It writes hearts of gold into litigators who never had them, while treating Salahi's well-documented torture as an unnecessary plot reveal. But The Mauritanian also rather gracefully remembers to be a movie. French Algerian actor Tahar Rahim imbues Salahi—held 14 years without charges for allegedly recruiting 9/11 terrorists—with intelligent, casual, almost finicky humanity, refusing to play the Mauritanian as a figurehead. When his attorney Nancy Hollander (Jodie Foster) recommends Salahi sue the U.S. government, he gestures at blank cell walls, eyebrows raised, and retorts: "Who is that?" For her part, Foster is a perfect teammate and foil. Five decades into her career, she remains a master of the don't-test-me smirk, sharp exhale and returned fire. And journeyman director Kevin Macdonald (The Last King of Scotland) actually does well to get distracted by Gitmo's absolute bizarreness: its iguana warnings, AstroTurf-colored tarps blotting out endless ocean, the airport gift shop hawking "Proud to Be an American" merch. It may seem ancillary, but if the audience can decode the construction of this alien outpost, they can see to the core of its extrajudicial terror. R. CHANCE SOLEM-PFEIFER. Century 16 Cedar Hills Crossing, On Demand.
** Robin Wright is a force of nature. After directing herself in 10 episodes of House of Cards, in which she played President Claire Underwood, she has stepped behind (and in front of) the camera again for her directorial feature debut. Land follows Edee (Wright), a bereaved woman cut from the same cloth as Cheryl Strayed of Wild (2014), as she struggles to cope with an unthinkable tragedy. Convinced that her mourning has made her incapable of human connection, she moves off the grid and into a tiny, unfurnished cabin in the isolated Wyoming mountains. Here, she attempts to hunt and provide for herself, but the environmental conditions prove to be so grueling she more often than not ends up catatonic with grief on the frigid wooden floor. Then, a savior in the form of a handsome hunter (Demián Bichir) arrives. Along with teaching Edee wilderness survival skills, he slowly coaxes her to open up—an emotional survival skill. While the dialogue is minimal and the characters somewhat sparsely sketched out, the film's most notable beauty is embedded in Bobby Bukowski's breathtaking landscape cinematography: The crisp snow and pristine mountains cleanse both Edee and the viewer like a glass of ice-cold water. Ultimately, this garden-variety story is rejuvenating and purifying, if a bit bland. PG-13. MIA VICINO. Liberty, Living Room, On Demand.
** In the 19th century frontier-era America, Abigail (Katherine Waterston) is reeling from the loss of her child with husband Dyer (Casey Affleck). She copes with her grief by writing poetry in a diary, and her dry voice-over narration of her elegant prose is paired with Éric Rohmer-esque title cards marking each date, an effective framing device and a definite highlight. Soon, another couple moves in nearby, and Abigail finds herself increasingly drawn to the alluring Tally (Vanessa Kirby), despite objections to Tally's chauvinistic husband (Christopher Abbott). Thus begins a doomed love affair between the two pioneer women. The World to Come is expertly directed by Mona Fastvold, but Ron Hansen and Jim Shepard's attempt to compose a script that exposes the rigid, oppressive hand of patriarchy is feckless. It's paradoxical to classify the film as "feminist" when it's produced by and stars alleged abuser Affleck. His involvement adds to the already bleak atmosphere and sours any potential message, though it doesn't diminish the astonishing performances by Waterston and Kirby. While the buildup to their romance is filled with sizzling longing and tension, it culminates in a cruel, dissatisfying third act. For a more rewarding star-crossed lesbian period piece, watch Céline Sciamma's Portrait of a Lady on Fire instead. R. MIA VICINO. On Demand.
* After grossing nearly $3 billion with Avengers: Endgame, directors Joe and Anthony Russo have cashed perhaps the blankest check in Hollywood history on a chaotic Tom Holland-led depiction of America's deepest wounds as pure home-blockbuster fodder. It's a revealing choice from all-time successful studio workmen now operating without a forgiving intellectual property net. Adapted from Nico Walker's 2018 novel, Cherry is an overlong, cynical saga of war, PTSD and addiction, despite its masquerading as a tome for the Bush years and ensuing opioid crisis. Chief among its downfalls is Holland's inability to express the soul of the unnamed soldier who appears in nearly every frame for two hours and 20 minutes. Sure, Holland sweats out his character's heroin withdrawals with commitment and talks a witty game (waxing about the U.S. Army's "proliferate confidence" in Iraq). But all his character's agony and lost innocence remain superficial on a young actor too self-consciously trying to graduate from Spider-Man. And the Russo brothers' swings at bravura filmmaking (muscular zooms, aspect-ratio changes, etc.) serve only to keep the viewer sensorially hooked to an empty vessel, reminding you that war is hell, drugs are bad and camera tricks are, as always, pretty sweet. R. CHANCE SOLEM-PFEIFER. Apple TV+.