Blue is the Warmest Color on Saturday Night.

I really wanted to show this movie, but thought it would be fun to show it somewhat spontaneously on a Satuday night. Of course, there was yet another snowfall, and since the email didn’t get sent until early afternoon, the audience was quite small. Still… the movie was liked. There has been all manner of talk about Blue is the Warmest Color, along many subject lines: It’s pornography. The sex scenes are gratuitous. The director took advantage of the young actresses. There were no actual Lesbians involved. (What next? Real serial killers in murder stories? Real doctors in medical dramas? Bollocks!) Some complain that there are too many close-up shots of Adèle’s drooling mouth. (We did have a bit of fun counting how many shots of her ass there were!)

After my second viewing, I stand by my opinion that this is a great movie, and a wonderful coming-of-age tale.

As the reviewer A.A.Dowd wrote in the A.V. Club review:

“As for the sex scenes, they’re as insanely erotic as advertised; it’s not just their frankness and duration that counts, but their emotional intensity too. While many movies make sex look either sleazy or pantomimed, here’s one that depicts it honestly—as a messy, sometimes ungraceful act of connection. For some, it may be impossible to separate these prolonged simulations, which were surely no picnic to film, from the allegations of unprofessionalism the actresses have leveled against Kechiche. But only a hopeless prude could confuse any of it for pornography. There’s too much raw emotion, too much fierceness and beauty, in the way Exarchopoulos and Seydoux embrace. How, in this day and age, could two women fucking inspire such hysteria, especially among otherwise enlightened cinephiles? It’s just sex, after all. The heavy stuff comes after, when passions cool and two people, once united in amorous appetite, have to figure out how to keep what they have alive.”

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Short Term 12. Long term effect.

Two weirdos find each other.

It’s so easy to go wrong with a film like this. So easy to tart it up with sentiment, to turn up the mawkishness to an “11.” For an example of how badly wrong this sort of thing can go, just think Patch Adams, where the manipulation never stopped coming. Thankfully, none of that is true of Short Term 12, an emotionally authentic examination of the lives of those who live in and work at a children’s home where the lines between the inhabitants and the caretakers isn’t as clear as one might suppose. The sophomore feature effort from director Destin Cretton (remaking and expanding upon his 2008 short), this movie avoids the numerous landmines awaiting someone venturing into this territory and, as a result, emerges triumphant.

Well-crafted independent films like Short Term 12 often prove to be showcases for amazing unsung actors and actresses whose talents have thus far not been exposed in Hollywood’s spotlight. For Brie Larson, who has been around for more than ten years (mostly on television), this is a chance to shine. Combine it with her supporting roles in The Spectacular Now and Don Jon, and this has been a motion picture “coming out” year for Larson. Her work in Short Term 12 should get her noticed in much the same way that Amy Adams turned heads for Junebug, Jennifer Lawrence escaped relative obscurity with Winter’s Bone, and Elizabeth Olsen showed her talent in Martha Marcy May Marlene. Her performance as Grace represents an honest, multifaceted and completely believable portrayal of a character on the edge – one who has it together at the outset then sees her psyche gradually unravel as a result of series of blows. Riveting stuff, and Larson receives adept support from actor John Gallagher Jr., who plays her co-worker and lover, Mason, and Kaitlyn Dever as Jayden, a young charge whose tortured present mirrors Grace’s past.

Short Term 12 is really Grace’s story. She’s the leader of a quartet of workers who run the day-to-day care for the “short term” residents at a children’s group home. There’s an easygoing camaraderie among the four: Grace, Mason, Jessica (Stephanie Beatriz), and Nate (Rami Malek). Grace’s past, carefully buried, begins to surface as a result of the confluence of three events: her imprisoned father is about to be released from jail, she discovers she’s pregnant with Mason’s child, and a newcomer to the house, Jayden, shows signs of the same trauma Grace once experienced.

This is a character-driven movie that focuses predominantly on Grace’s inner life as well as the interactions she has with the other characters. There’s no melodrama and nothing is overwrought. Cretton elects to use handheld cameras to film the action. In some circumstances, this works, but its overuse leads to instances when sensitive viewers may begin to feel bouts of motion sickness. This isn’t the worst offender of the year when it comes to this dubious style of filmmaking but some viewers will almost certainly view it as a distraction, and that’s unfortunate. The production would have lost none of its power had a tripod occasionally been employed.

Short Term 12 is quiet and understated – two characteristics sadly lacking in bigger budget endeavors. Perhaps it’s the financial limitations that enable the cast to dig this deeply and really find their characters. There’s not a false note in any of the performances and we come away convinced that spending 90-odd minutes with Grace is a rewarding, if sometimes painful, experience. The biggest movies of 2013 have almost all been universally disappointing; it has been left up to indies like Short Term 12 to remind movie-goers that the true power of cinema lies not in bangs and flashes but in storytelling and character building.

Review by James Berardinelli for Reelviews

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Owning Mahowney. Saying goodbye to Hoffman.

This week we remembered actor Philip Seymour Hoffman, showing the lesser-known gem Owning Mahowney. Even though the weather outside remained brutally cold, we managed to keep our MovieNight family feeling comfy and warm, and it felt great to be able to bring you something you would otherwise have missed. [Insert pat on back here]

In other news, the great Broker’s Gin shortage of 2014 continues. As a consequence, Martini Mike has temporarily renamed himself Manhattan Mike. Hey. Change is good?

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Annie Hall. Woody’s best, but…

We ended our 3-part mini season, Woody on Blu-ray, this Thursday with Annie Hall; a movie many believe to be Woody’s best work. As was to be expected, of the three (which also included Sleeper), Blue Jasmine drew the biggest crowd. In any case, I thoroughly enjoyed each of them.

In light of recent allegations of child molestation made in an open letter from his adoptive daughter, Dylan, Woody will not be returning to the MovieNight screen any time soon. I want to believe that she is somehow mistaken, but the letter is pretty convincing, and utterly heart-breaking. Of course, we will never know what really happened. Mr. Allen denies any wrongdoing.

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Blue Jasmine. Cate Blanchett DuBois.

With part II of our Woody on Blu-ray mini season, we managed to win over a few Woody-haters. This 78 year old director  just keeps on going! (Energizer Woody?)

Of course, there are a few annoying things about Blue Jasmine (I watched it three times in one week, so started to notice a bit of stilted dialogue), but Cate Blanchett’s performance was simply wonderful. She brought Blanche DuBois into the twenty-first century, Xanax and all. Bobby Cannavale’s Stanley Kowalski-esque turn was also nicely modernized… real men are considerate these days it would seem.

Thanks again to our popcorn chefs, Julienne and Mike 😉

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Sleeper wakes up once more.

This week saw the start of our 3-part mini-season, “Midwinter Nights Mini-Season: Woody on Blu-ray”. Sleeper was a fine way to start. Sure, you’ve heard the gags before, and if you’re like me, you might have gone through periods of your life when one more Woody joke would have been one too many. Mr. Allen’s film-making, while still exploring similar themes, has become rather more nuanced over the past several years (have you noticed anyone getting hit on the head with a rubber mallet?), and now, going back to visit the old schtick was rather like catching up with a good old friend. Apparently you thought so too 🙂

And c’mon… silver-painted pumpkin as orb? Pretty funny, even if I say so myself!

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