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‘Hot Coffee’: Hit Ashland-made documentary comes to Portland for a warm-up

A film about the efforts to preserve the right to sue corporations comes to town for several showings.

Hot Coffee.jpgfrom "Hot Coffee"
Last year, Ashland attorney Susan Saladoff's debut film, the documentary "Hot Coffee," made a splash at the Sundance Film Festival and on HBO, exposing audiences to the efforts of corporations to limit consumers' access to civil judgments in the courts. 

The film chronicles several notable cases in which ordinary citizens have fought -- successfully and, more often, not -- to redress the wrongs done to them by corporations, and it detailes the efforts of lobbying and political groups to place legal limits on citizens' ability to use the judicial system in civil cases.  (The movie takes its name from the famous McDonald's hot-coffee-in-the-lap case, which you probably don't know the full details of even if you think you do.)

Saladoff has been touring with the film virtually non-stop since its debut, and she's bringing it to Portland in April.  "Hot Coffee" will show at the Hollywood Theatre on April 12, 14 and 26, and at the Spring Symposium of the Oregon Law Review (open to the public) on April 13.  Saladoff will also be appearing on a taping of the "Live Wire" radio show on April 14 (the episode airs the following week).

It's a pointedly partisan film, yes, but it acknowledges its bias and argues not so much in an ideological as an explanatory way; in other words, it has a point of view but it isn't obnoxious about it.  It will fascinate and alarm you, I'm betting.  Try to see it.

Ernest Borgnine comes to Portland: Oscar-winning legend to present ‘Marty’

Ernest Borgnine, who once owned a home in Southern Oregon, will speak at a free screening on Thursday.

Ernest_Borgnine_04.jpegErnest Borgnine in retro-"McHale's Navy" wear
Screen legends don’t come much bigger than Ernest Borgnine, the 95-year old star of such films as “From Here to Eternity,” “The Vikings,” “The Dirty Dozen,” “The Wild Bunch,” “The Poseidon Adventure,” “Escape from New York,” and scores of others, as well as the hit TV series “McHale’s Navy” and “Airwolf.”

With a gnarled face that can look homey or hostile, a beefy body that can convey power and authority, and a gap-toothed laugh that seems to come from the soles of his feet, Borgnine has been a steady presence on screens big and small since 1951 -- a 60-plus-year career that’s even more remarkable considering that Borgnine was already in his 30s when it began.

Of all the roles he’s played, Borgnine is still probably most fondly remembered for 1955’s “Marty,” in which he played Marty Piletti, a homely, lonely Bronx butcher who engages in a shy, tentative romance with a similarly lovelorn school teacher (Betsy Blair). The film was directed by Delbert Mann and written by Paddy Chayevsky, who did the honors first for television in 1953 and then for the big screen.

It’s a small, intimate and lifelike movie, made by a tiny production company on a shoestring budget and partly on actual locations.  But even in an era when movies were getting bigger to lure folks away from their TV sets, this delicate little film struck a chord with audiences all over the world (it is said to have been the first American film to play in theaters in the Soviet Union after World War II).  In addition to huge boxoffice success, “Marty” was lauded by Hollywood with Academy Awards for Borgnine (best actor), Mann (best director), Chayevsky (best adapted screenplay) and, at the end of the night, as best picture.  (At 90 minutes, it’s the shortest film ever to win the top Oscar.)

On Thursday, Borgnine, who used to call Southern Oregon home, at least part-time, will be in Portland to present a special screening of ‘Marty’ in conjunction with Turner Classic Movies and the Northwest Film Center.   The evening is part of TCM’s “Road to Hollywood” film series, a cross-country event that leads up to the TCM Classic Film Festival in Los Angeles in April.  Borgnine will discuss the film at the Whitsell Auditorium of the Portland Art Museum with TCM host Ben Mankiewicz.  And, amazingly, tickets are FREE and can be obtained by visiting TCM's web site.

In advance of his visit, Borgnine spoke with the Oregonian by phone from his home in Southern California.  The conversation has been edited for clarity and brevity.

marty borgnine phone.jpgErnest Borgnine in "Marty" (1955)
Good morning, Mr. Borgnine.

What is this ‘Mr. Borgnine’ stuff?  Ernie’s the name!

Okay. Good morning, Ernie!  We’re looking forward to having you here.

Well I’m looking forward to being in Oregon!  You guys are the luckiest people in the world, having such beautiful, beautiful mountains and rivers up there!  Oh golly!  I love Oregon, I really do.  I used to have a place up on the Rogue River, in Rogue River City.  I used to sit on my porch and just hang out there, and I loved it:  just watching the salmon drift by.  That’s living in my opinion.  Jack Elam (a cowboy actor who lived in Southern Oregon) was the one that got me up there.  He was my buddy.

And you made some pictures up here too, didn’t you?

We made one that, I tell you, scared the bejeebers out of me, ‘Emperor of the North.’  And I was wondering where all this stuff came from that I was doing, because, my God, I’m not really that kind of a person.  I don’t think I am, anyway.  He was a brutal, brutal, terrible man.

Well, as Ian McKellen once told me, ‘There is such a thing as acting!’


I’m glad you approve!

So did you ever, in your wildest dreams, think you’d still be talking about ‘Marty’ almost 60 years after you made it?


Never.  It just seems impossible to think about.  My God.  Because, you know, when we made it we didn’t know if we were gonna finish it or not.  They didn’t want to make the whole picture.  They wanted to take a tax loss.  Did you know that?

No, I didn’t.  I know it was an independent production.


It was an independent production by Harold Hecht and Burt Lancaster, and they wanted to take a loss because they were making so much money with some other films that they were making, like ‘Trapeze.’  So they made this picture, and when we came back from New York, after we shot what we needed there, there were no sets or anything.  And I asked, ‘What happened?’  And they told me they were gonna shut down the whole thing.  And then a lawyer told them, ‘No, you’ve got to finish the picture and show it one time and then you can take the tax loss.’  I did the whole thing for $5000, believe it or not.  But I woulda done it for nothing, because it was my first starring role.  And then all Hell broke loose!

All Heaven, maybe


And how!

Borgnine Eternity.jpgErnest Borgnine in "From Here to Eternity" (1953)
Before ‘Marty,’ the role that most people would have know you for was as the bully who kills Frank Sinatra in ‘From Here to Eternity.’  How did anyone think of that guy for ‘Marty’?

That was what people said.  I was making a picture, “Vera Cruz,” with Burt Lancaster and Bob Aldrich down in Mexico, and the director of ‘Marty’ came down, and he had the script under his arm.  And Bob asked him, ‘Can I read it?’ and he said, ‘Sure.’  And he read it and about a week or so later there was a party and someone said to Bob, ‘So you’ve read the script:  who do you think can play that role?’  And he said, ‘I know of only one fella, and that’s Ernest Borgnine.’  And the guy said, ‘Are you kidding?  That guy’s a killer.’  ‘No, no, no,’ Bob told him. ‘That guy’s an actor and a damn good one.’  Well, they took a chance with me.  Because they had no intention of finishing the picture at all, of course.

I’m guessing that the real Ernest Borgnine had more in common with Marty than with some of the other roles you’ve played.


Oh yeah.  I was a fellow who was afraid to approach girls.  I wanted to go steady or even just say ‘Hello, how are ya?’  But I was afraid to.  I was a real Marty, believe it or not.  And that was even when I was in the service.  I was 37 years old when I made it.  I’d spent 10 years in the Navy and I kinda knew my way around.  But I didn’t know about girls.  And I still don’t!

You were up against some pretty strong competition for that Oscar:  James Dean, James Cagney, Frank Sinatra and Spencer Tracy.

Boy, that James Dean!  I saw him one time doing television.  And he ripped a tablecloth off a table.  And I thought, ‘My God, this guy’s great.  He’s gonna wind up in movies.’  And I thought he would win or Spencer Tracy for ‘Bad Day at Black Rock.’  But, like I said, all Hell broke loose and they called my name.  It was amazing.

Borgnine Oscar.jpgErnest Borgnine with Grace Kelly, who presented him with his Oscar for "Marty"
Do you still remember hearing your name called?

I didn’t hear my name called!  I honestly didn’t.  Years later, Harry Flynn, my publicist, found a videotape of me sitting there when they called my name, and that’s when I heard what they said.  I didn’t hear it when it happened. I was looking around the audience.  And my wife starting hitting me in the said and she said, ‘They called your name!  They called your name!’  I had no idea that I was going to win, and that’s why I was looking around.  I saw Burt Lancaster there and Jim Cagney and all those people.  And I’m kind of marveling that I’m even there.  They took a picture of all of us together before the thing with Clark Gable.  And I’ve never seen the picture but I knew that he was there and he was watching.  And he was a God.  And there I was and: Bam!  And I didn’t know what to say.  I lost a bet to (Oscar host) Jerry Lewis.  He bet me $1.98 that I’d win.  And I had 198 pennies in my daughter’s red sock, and when they brought me up I handed it to him.  

Rod Steiger played Marty in the original TV production.  How come they didn’t cast him?

They wanted Rod Steiger, but they wanted to make the picture right away and he was embroiled in ‘Oklahoma.’  And I wanted the part of Jud in that picture, and he got it.  And I said, ‘Son of a gun....’  And then along came ‘Marty’ out of nowhere.  I didn’t know anything about it; I hadn’t seen it on television.  And they said ‘Would you?’  And I said, ‘Sure would.’  I didn’t know what I was getting into.  It was my first starring role.  I remember sitting in Harold Hecht’s office and he offered me the part.  And I said, ‘Do you really have faith in me, sir?’  And he said, ‘I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t.’ And I said, ‘Then I’ll give you 110%.’

It’ll be very exciting to see the film on the big screen.  How do you think it will play after all this time?

There’s a great moral to it, and it shows that you don’t have to use swear words to make a point.  It holds up pretty good.

Movies: A wild ‘Raid,’ a sexy ‘Chico,’ a hearfelt ‘Undefeated,’ and more

Reviews of this week's new releases from today's A&E.

The Raid redemption dreadlocks.jpg"The Raid: Redemption"
There's some really fine stuff new to local theaters this week.  I'm especially fond of the Indonesian martial arts extravaganza "The Raid," but I heartily recommend the Oscar-winning high school football documentary "Undefeated" and the Oscar-nominated animated musical "Chico & Rita" (surprisingly grown-up, that one).  There's also the Belgian slice-of-grim-life drama "The Kid with a Bike."  All that -- plus "Also Opening," "Indie/Arthouse" and "Levy's High Five" -- for the fabulous price of free!  Enjoy!

A trial of ‘Illusion,’ a visit from ‘Marty’, Truffaut’s ‘Bride’ and more

New releases in Portland-area theaters not reviewed in this week's A&E.

The Bride Wore Black.jpgJeanne Moreau in "The Bride Wore Black"
“Beyond the Myth” Documentary about pit bulls and their owners in an age of breed bans.  (Hollywood Theatre, Sunday only)

“The Bride Work Black” Francois Truffaut’s 1968 revenge thriller, starring Jeanne Moreau, in glorious 35mm.   (Hollywood Theatre, Friday through Sunday only)  

“Hard Target” John Woo’s American debut, starring a bemulleted Jean-Claude Van Damme.  (Hollywood Theatre, Tuesday only)  

“Marty” 95-year-old legend Ernest Borgnine will be on hand to present the 1955 film that won him an Oscar, and tickets are FREE. Visit Turner Classic Movies for details.  (Northwest Film Center, Thursday only)  

“People v. the State of Illusion”
Docudrama in which the nature of human perception and reality itself are debated in a trial.   (Lloyd Center)  



Levy’s High Five, March 30 – April 5

The five films playing in Portland-area theaters that I'd soonest see again.

The Raid -- REdemption -- Taslim and Ruhian.jpgJoe Taslim (l.) and Yayan Ruhian in "The Raid: Redemption"
1) “We Need to Talk About Kevin” Lionel Shriver’s novel about a mother dealing with the emotional repercussions of her son’s homicidal schoolhouse rampage becomes a devastating tour de force for director Lynne Ramsay (“Morven Callar,” “Ratcatcher”) and stars Tilda Swinton (as the mom), Ezra Miller and Jasper Newell (as the boy at different ages).  It’s colorful, musical, airtight, horrifying and staggeringly vivid.  You’re reminded of how humanity has made art of the most awful events -- from Greek tragedy through “Schindler’s List” -- and how a masterful filmmaker can mold a transforming experience out of utterly dire material. Deeply disturbing, deeply beautiful, deeply compelling. Fox Tower

2) “The Raid: Redemption”
An ultra-violent, wildly kinetic martial arts film that virtually strips itself of the narrative conventions of plot, theme and characterization to create a white-knuckle thrill ride.  Writer-director Gareth Evans, a Welshman living in Indonesia, takes the simplest story -- a squad of cops attacks a Jakarta apartment house where a crime lord is ensconced -- and uses it to string together wild action sequences that leave the viewer as exhausted as if he or she had fought them.  His stars -- Iko Uwais as a baby-faced cop and Yayan Ruhian (who also choreographed) as a stringy-haired bad guy -- are dazzling.  The whole thing is pure cinema: the human body rendered as a machine capable of mayhem, daring, and, yes, grace. Cinema 21, Lloyd Center

3) “Undefeated” In February, this film came out of nowhere, seemingly, to win the Oscar for best documentary feature, and that’s just about right for a movie about an impoverished Memphis high school football program willed into quality by the heart and will of a volunteer coach and his raggedy squad.  Bill Courtney, a white man who has succeeded in business sufficiently to dedicate himself to his passion, has given himself to the boys of Manassas High School for about six years, and he’s finally turned the perennial doormat team into genuine contenders.  With a college-bound superstar, an academic achiever who suffers a career-threatening injury, and a gifted hothead among the players, directors Daniel Lindsay and T. J. Martin have the stuff of gold on their hands, and they mine it tastefully, gracefully and movingly. Fox Tower

4) “Chico & Rita”  A handsome, enthralling and grown-up animated feature film from Spain that was a surprising but highly deserving Oscar nominee earlier this year.  Three directors combine to tell the story of a pianist and singer who fall madly in love in pre-revolutionary Havana and are separated by the vagaries of careers, money and passion.  There are frank sequences of sexuality, drug use and violence, but there are also exhilarating scenes of music, including appearances by Woody Herman, Dizzy Gillespie and Cuban jazz legend Chano Pozo.  It’s a gorgeous dream of a film, traveling the world -- New York, Paris, Las Vegas -- but as passionate and intimate as a bolero. Fox Tower

5) “Jiro Dreams of Sushi”  Jiro Ono is the owner of a Tokyo sushi bar with 10 seats and 3 Michelin stars, and David Gelb’s gorgeous and intimate documentary about the man and his obsession gives you an idea of how that can not only be so but be fitting.  Jiro and his two sons (bound to the chef’s apron strings, almost literally) devote untold hours of work and thought to the perfection of sushi-making, turning a sometimes makework form of cookery into indisputably high art.  At 85, the old master still works virtually every day, and the fruit of his focus is in servings of raw fish and warm rice photographed so lusciously that you can almost taste them.  A mouthwatering film:  literally.  Hollywood Theatre, Living Room Theaters


‘The Raid: Redemption’ review: non-stop martial arts action gets, thrillingly, to the essence of movies

A bloody, nearly plotless Indonesian action film is exhausting and exhilarating.

Nothing actually mov
The Raid -- Redemption -- Uwais.jpegIko Uwais in "The Raid: Redemption"
es in movies.  The motion in motion pictures is an illusion, created (at least in the century prior to the digital age) by the flickering of frames of film through a camera (and, afterwards, a projector) at such a rate so that a series of still photos shown in sequence seems to show something moving -- just like in a flip book, but using light and chemically-treated celluloid instead of paper.  

Because of this, there is a case to be made that the essential theme of the cinema is (or ought to be) motion, and, more specifically, mechanical motion, and, more specifically still, the mechanical nature of the human body in motion.  From Charlie Chaplin through Fred Astaire through Bruce Lee, the spectacle of the human body expressing its physical angularity, muscularity, jointedness, aspiration, and finitude is, in many ways, the acme of film art.  Movies are (or, again,  ought to be) about moving, and nothing is more interesting to watch in motion than a person.

Lots of people move in “The Raid: Redemption,” chiefly in violence against one another.  Writer-director Gareth Evans, a Welshman living in Indonesia, has pared his film almost utterly of the things that other filmmakers often overdo and get wrong -- namely plot, character, moral, and meaning, aspects of literary and dramatic art that cinema inherited from other media when it emerged as a narrative form.

Instead, Evans expends his considerable gifts building sequences of sheer mayhem involving martial arts combat and gunplay, creating a boggling spectacle of raw thrills that should make other directors ashamed of calling their work ‘action movies.’  “The Raid: Redemption” is almost entirely action -- or, when it catches its breath, the tense pauses leading up to explosions of action.  It viscerally indulges itself in one of the cinema’s most elemental functions, and it overwhelms.

Plotwise, the film could not be simpler and still be said to tell a story.  One grey morning, a squadron of policemen, including the soft-spoken Rama (Iko Uwais), stage an assault on a Jakarta apartment block where a crime lord (Ray Sahetapy) is bunkered on the top floor.  The mission is to go in, apprehend the bad guy, and drag him out.  But the villain isn’t up there defended by hopes and wishes, and from the moment the cops get to the building they’re engaged in a fight to the death.  Rama, displaying superhuman capacities of speed, strength and agility and defying the bad fortune of uncovering several twists and deceptions, stays the course, determined to see the mission through and emerge alive.

The cinematography is dark and sweaty; the electronic music ominous; the location seedy; it’s a splendid bit of B-moviemaking.  But what truly dazzles is the wall-to-wall violence and pervading sense of incipient danger.  Evans has created a raw and pure and kinetic film that hits the audience with wave after wave of energy.  His action stars -- chiefly the baby-faced Uwais and the oily, stringy-haired Yayan Ruhian, who also choreographed the fights -- are quick and lithe and deadly and seem to declare the morality of their characters in their combat styles.  That is, you can read into the hearts of Evans’ characters by observing the ways they use their bodies: Uwais moves and fights in clean, direct lines, while Ruhian, playing a fellow aptly named Mad Dog, is sinuous and deceptive.

That, and not the barbaric glee of seeing bodies break and bleed, is what makes “The Raid:  Redemption” such an impressive achievement: it locks on to a primal aspect of the cinema and of the human animal and celebrates, albeit in the cloak of blood and death, the intersection of motion and character.  You can get a similar thrill from dance:  witness “Pina” or certain sequences, including the climax, of “The Artist.”  But the life-and-death stakes here heighten the whole question.  

There will be those, no doubt, for whom the boilerplate plot and slender characterizations of this film are cause to dismiss it as a trifle.  Others will find it dark and violent and, perhaps, inhuman.  But one thing they can’t say is that it isn’t a moving picture.  Indeed, this is the sort of film for which the phrase ‘movie-movie’ was coined -- and coined as a term of highest praise.

(112 min., R, Cinema 21, Lloyd Center) Grade: A-minus


‘Chico & Rita’ review: a sexy, moving animated musical for adults

A star-crossed romance plays out in pre-revolutionary Havana and bebop-era Times Square.

Chico & Rita.jpg"Chico & Rita"
“Chico & Rita” is full of surprises.  

The first is that it was nominated for an Oscar as best animated feature in February, even though it hadn’t played in the US except in festivals.

The second is that it’s a foreign-language animated film with adult content: nudity, sex, profanity, drug use, violence, and bloodshed -- though none of it in excess.

And the third is that it’s totally captivating, a handsome and touching film about fiery love and cold pride, soulful art and calculating careerism.  Its Oscar nomination and grown-up tenor make it a curiosity; its quality and craft make it a treat.

Set in pre-revolutionary Havana and bebop-era New York, it tells the story of Chico, a gifted pianist, and Rita, a talented singer, who meet, spark, fall hard and then separate, painfully, while she follows a chance for stardom in the USA and he dedicates himself to his music.

There are appearances by jazz greats Woody Herman, Dizzy Gillespie and Chano Pozo, scenes of sensuality, luxury, daring and exotica, glimpses of the old and new Havana and Las Vegas, a nifty dream sequence, and, throughout, wonderful music.  It’s hot and sweet and made with inspiration and cheek.  And it is not your children’s animated fare -- which, in this case, is a recommendation.

(94 min., unrated, likely R, Fox Tower) Grade: A-minus


‘Undefeated’ review: the valiant heart of a high school football team

An Oscar-winning sports documentary lifts the spirit.

Undefeated.jpg"Undefeated": coach Bill Courtney and star player O. C. Brown
Given how many ‘inspirational’ sports films are based on true events, it seems inevitable that we should get a movie like “Undefeated,” a documentary about...an inspirational sports story.

What isn’t inevitable, though, is that “Undefeated” should be so intimate, warm, gripping, and moving.  Winner of the best documentary feature prize at February’s Academy Awards, the film by Daniel Lindsay and T. J. Martin peers empathetically into a tiny world and opens it up for its audience, who, in turn, will surely open their hearts to it.

The focus of “Undefeated” is the football team of Manassas High School in North Memphis, a perennial doormat of a program in a poverty-stricken neighborhood.  The school can’t afford to pay a coach, so its football program is run by Bill Courtney, a local businessman dedicated to giving young men the sense of self-worth that he himself never had growing up.

In the course of a single surprising football season that has more ups than downs, several personalities emerge:  a gifted, sweet-talking big man en route to a college scholarship -- if he can get the grades; a hothead who would make a good player if he can focus his anger; a good student who cares more about football than his grades and then suffers a season-threatening injury.

Chiefly, the film has Courtney, a big-hearted man whose love of football and his players with an earthy, infectious zeal.  “Undefeated” puts us inside his locker room, and you simply cannot fail to be moved by the human affection, commitment and passion you feel there.
    
(112 min., R, Fox Tower) Grade: A-minus



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