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Coming to a park near you: Gamera, Tintin and…Audrey Hepburn?

A wide variety of recent hits and classic films will play for free in Portland's parks this summer.

Funny Face.jpgView full size"Funny Face" (1957): playing for free at Director Park on Sept. 7
Portland Parks and Recreation has announed the lineup for their annual "Movies in the Parks" series, in which parks all across town host nighttime open-air screenings of family movies, recent hits, classic films and more.  It's a hugely diverse lineup, both in location and in on-screen fare.  Among the coolest titles in the list are the animated "The Adventures of Tintin" (which starts the series this Friday night at Knott Park and plays twice again later in the summer at different locales), the Japanese monster movie "Gamera vs. Zigra," the Hollywood classics "Citizen Kane," "Funny Face" and "Roman Holiday," the recent crowdpleasers "Super 8," "The Muppets" and "Hugo," and the so-bad-it's-good (but, really, it's bad) cult film "Plan Nine from Outer Space."  All screenings to all shows are free, with pre-movie entertainment starting at about 6:30 p.m. and movies starting at dark.

The man who’s everywhere, writer-director-actor Mark Duplass, slows down to chat

The star of "Your Sister's Sister" and "Safety Not Guaranteed" also co-wrote and co-directed "Jeff Who Lives at Home" and "The Do-Deca-Pentathalon": exhausting!

Duplass portrait.jpgMark Duplass
You could be forgiven if you were under the impression that there was more than one Mark Duplass.  

At this very moment, Duplass is appearing on Portland screens alongside Emily Blunt and Rosemarie DeWitt in director Lynn Shelton’s newly-relased, sweetly sad romance “Your Sister’s Sister” and as a would-be time-traveler in the based-on-truth movie “Safety Not Guaranteed,” and he has another film, the family comedy “People Like Us,” opening here on Friday June 29.  Plus, one film which he wrote and directed with his brother, Jay, “Jeff Who Lives at Home,” is still in town and a second, “The Do-Deca-Pentathalon,” opens in July.

The 35-year-old Duplass has been familiar to Portland audiences since 2005, when his film “The Puffy Chair” played here for months, earning back more than four times its $15,000 production budget on just two local screens.  Since then, the Duplass brothers have released the larger-budget comedy “Cyrus,” and Mark has branched out into television, appearing as a regular character, along with his real-life wife, Katie Aselton, in the sitcom “The League."

Oh, and if that weren’t enough, Duplass and his missus have a pair of daughters, including a newborn.

Busy guy -- but he took some time out of his superhuman schedule recently to chat with the Oregonian.  His comments have been edited for brevity and clarity.

Somehow your personality and body of work make it amusing to me that you’re surrounded by women at home.

My workaholism needs to be tempered, and a gaggle of women is just the thing.  

But you really do seem like a workaholic.  Right now there’s a movie you wrote and directed in theaters and another on the way, and you appear in two films that are out now and another that’s coming soon...

It’s a confluence of my work flow over the past few years.  I did a lot of things and they just happened to be released at the same time.  Maybe the key in this business is to do, like, four films at once and then people will notice you.

The Puffy Chair.jpgMark Duplass and Katie Aselton in "The Puffy Chair" (2005)
Well, speaking only of the films you’ve written and directed, I’m wondering if you conceive of comedy differently depending on the scale.  ‘Cyrus’ and ‘Jeff’ are much bigger movies than ‘Puffy Chair’ and ‘Do-Deca-Pentathalon.’  Is there material that works in one sort of film and not the other?

In ‘Jeff’ we had a car chase, which cost a lot to shoot.  I would never dream of a car chase in, like, ‘Baghead,’ which was made for $50,000 and probably should have been.  The real challenge is to shoot huge comic set pieces and then scruff them up so that they mesh with the rest of the film.  It’s like when you get a new haircut and you muss it up a bit so that it matches your hoodie and your jeans.  And each movie has its own vibe.  ‘Do-Deca-Pentathalon’ was shot like a semi-documentary with these sports set pieces.  We’re so budget-minded that the film almost has to pay for itself by the time it’s finished.

And on a film like ‘Your Sister’s Sister,’ where you receive a producer credit, what’s your process with Lynn Shelton?

‘Humpday’
(Duplass’ previous film with Shelton) was based on a story that Jay and I built together with Lynn, and ‘Your Sister’s Sister’ is based on an idea we pitched her and then fleshed out with her.  On her films I’m an actor and kind of the improv ringleader, making sure that the story is being moved forward in each scene.  

It’s a very intimate film.  I can almost imagine it being staged live in a theater.

I think that’s true, because it isn’t built on 40 short scenes but 15 longer scenes.  I really like that because it allows you to focus on the little nuances of the story, and, let’s face it, story and performance are the only truly free production values.  I hate to keep turning a discussion of film to a discussion of finances, but you have to be realistic about money in indie film.  We made ‘Your Sister’s Sister’ in under two weeks in just a few locations.  That’s how you get a movie star like Emily Blunt to work in it for peanuts: you don’t ask for a lot of her time and you make it manageable.  

When you play a character who looks and sounds so like yourself, it almost feels, forgive me, like you’re not acting.  But clearly there is some sort of line at which you and Jack (his character in “Your Sister’s Sister”) diverge.

My personal cadence of speech and laughter and style come through.  When you do improv, your real personality inevitably comes through.  But the life situations are drastically different.  Jack is completely inert and has no confidence and no plans and I’m this Type-A workaholic.  He looks and feels like me, but he’s definitely different.  

Your Sisters Sister trio.jpgMark Duplass, Emily Blunt and Rosemarie DeWitt (l. to r.) in "Your Sister's Sister"
That’s a delicate dance, though, isn’t it?  Because Jack’s not a terribly, um, sexy fellow...

I have no vanity.  My hair almost always looks terrible, I have a receding hairline, there are bags under my eyes.  But I’m happy to expose all of that in a movie because I’m interested in real people and it’s a human thing to not always looks your best.  I don’t have a desire to be other than I really am, and I think that approach adds honesty and real value to a story.

I felt that I was seeing the real you as I watched Jack struggle on his bicycle.  He’s not going to give the fellows in the Tour de France any sleepless nights!

I thought it would be great if Jack’s hamstrings didn’t hold up.  You get an image of a sad man riding a bicycle alone through a beautiful landscape.  I thought it would be funny if he was wearing a Canadian tuxedo and completely out of shape. 

Movies: A ‘Brave’ princess, a ‘Lincoln’ who kills, a sweet ‘End of the World’ and more

Reviews of this week's new releases in Portland-area theaters.

Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter 2.jpgBenjamin Walker in "Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter"
A little bit of everything in movie theaters this weekend.  Pixar brings us the princess tale "Brave"; the brilliantly crazed Russian director Timur Bekmambetov offers "Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter"; Steve Carell and Keira Knightley meet up in "Seeking a Friend for the End of the World"; and "Your Sister's Sister" is a sweet, sad, offbeat indie romcom.  All that, plus "Also Opening," "Indie/Arthouse" and "Levy's High Five."

A Portland indie filmmaker’s fight for life delays — but doesn’t kill — his movie

A freakish brain tumor turns a little indie horror film into a half-decade long struggle, with the payoff -- a premiere -- in sight.

LV.KOONTZ.104.FC_20160295.JPGView full sizeFilmmaker and cancer survivor Andy Koontz with his wife and collaborator, Chrissy
It’s hard enough to get an independent film made, what with the inevitable shortages of money, time, equipment and support.  But throw a freakish brain tumor and a half-decade of recovery into the mix, and your production schedule is pretty much guaranteed to crash.

That’s exactly what happened to “Ekimmu: The Dead Lust,” an ultra-low-budget horror film shot in Portland in 2004 but only finished-finished this week, just in time for its premiere.

Six years ago, when he thought he was just about done with the movie, Andy Koontz, the Portland man who wrote, directed, edited, and scored it (and, by the way, built the sets, did the lighting and makeup, and made the food the cast and crew ate) just about died from a life-threatening malignancy and the subsequent treatment it required.

On Saturday night, Koontz will be joined by his wife, Chrissy, his friends, family, and crew, and anyone else curious enough to buy a ticket, at the premiere of the completed feature-length film at a downtown church.  It’s only about five miles from his Southeast Portland home, but given how long Koontz has come, it might as well be on Mars.

In 2006, Koontz was 30 years old and finishing the first pass of editing and sound work on “Ekimmu.” He was already a musician of more than a decade’s standing, fronting the band Valhere, which released an album, “This Lonely Highway...,” recorded in Koontz's home studio.  He had made a couple of short movies, including one, “Clearwater: Abduction,” which had developed an international cult following.

“Ekimmu,” he remembers, was his effort to do “something I had never seen before.” Sitting in the producing and editing studio in his basement, Koontz explains his creative urge. “I can’t repeat something I’ve seen. I have to do my own thing,” he says. “And I saw Rob Zombie making movies, and I was inspired to see that another musician could direct films, and it got me thinking, ‘I can do this.’”

He nearly had, when he started to feel strange. “I was doing the sound editing and dialogue recording,” he recalls, “and I was working down here (in his home studio) with one of the actors. I told him that I was having dizzy spells. I actually have a recording of that conversation.”

The dizzy spells became more common, as did bouts of nausea. Then, one morning, he woke up with an overwhelming sense of vertigo.

“I felt like I was going to tumble right out of bed and through the door of the bedroom,” he says. “It felt like that scene in ‘Titanic’ where the people are tumbling down the deck of the ship.” The sensation became a daily ordeal — he could only sleep sitting an upright — and the diagnoses from his doctors were all over the map: allergies, ear crystals. Finally, an X-ray revealed a mass in the left side of his brain that turned out to be a medulloblastoma tumor, a type of malignancy most commonly found in children ages 3 to 8.

What followed was a battery of surgeries (11 on his head, 20 overall), chemotherapy, blood clots, feeding tubes, medication, incapacitation and despair. Because his tumor was the sort that is primarily found in kids, Koontz was treated at Doernbecher Children’s Hospital (he has added the hospital’s little-doll-girl logo to his impressive canvas of tattoos). The cancer itself was contained early in the process, but the removal of the tumor and the subsequent recovery was a long fight.

“I was in bed for two years,” Koontz remembers. “I went from 215 pounds to 140 pounds. I had to learn how to walk again. I still can’t play the guitar properly.”

By 2009 he started to feel more like his old self, but he still struggles with memory loss and other cognitive issues, suffers from nerve damage and pain, and finds himself extremely low on energy. “I have little ‘energy packets,’” he explains, “and I’ve learned to budget them and know when to use them.”

Throughout the ordeal, Koontz had some good fortune. Unlike a lot of musicians and indie filmmakers, he had a job that gave him health insurance (as it happens, he worked at the time in a non-editorial position at The Oregonian). He had a strong religious faith, which had been inculcated in his youth and continued through his musical career (“I performed in several worship bands,” he says) and in his adult life.

And he had Chrissy. The pair married young — he was 20, she was 17 — and Koontz credits her with keeping him positive and sane during his illness and recovery.

“To me, that woman is holy,” he says. “She possesses something that I don’t have. She’s my best friend and she’s my collaborator and she gets me. We do everything together. We edited this movie together.”

Finishing the film was almost a recuperation project for Koontz, but he more than once found himself on the verge of abandoning it, only to have Chrissy help him refocus and persevere.

“When I was sick,” he recalls, “there were five or six times when I nearly destroyed this movie. Literally. I wanted to burn the hard drives and all the notes. And she would say to me, ‘You’ll get through this.’ I wound up writing a song with that title.”

Of course, being told you’ll finish a job is one thing, and finishing it is another. When he finally did get around to resurrecting “Ekimmu” in 2010, Koontz discovered that the material that he had to work with from 2006 and earlier was technologically out of date. “The files were all in the wrong format,” he says, “and none of it was in widescreen or in HD.”

That turned out to be a bit liberating, artistically. “There were things in that cut of the film that I wanted to take out or rework,” he remembers, “and this was a good chance to do it.” He added new music. He also created a new character, an evil spirit whom he refers to as the Queen Demon. She appears sporadically throughout the film as a kind of chorus and was played by Portland actress and model Nina Tomica, covered in red latex paint and ominous tattoos.

ekimmu.jpgfrom "Ekimmu: The Dead Lust"
Which brings up the question of just what kind of movie “Ekimmu: The Dead Lust” is. The name “Ekimmu,” from ancient Sumerian, refers to undead spirits who prey maliciously on the living (“sort of the beginning of the vampire legend,” Koontz explains).

The film, made for $9,000, is set in the fictional Northwest town of Briar Creek (actually Koontz’s hometown of Colton, Oregon), where a string of murders and inexplicable crimes baffle and frighten residents and authorities (Koontz, in his chunkier pre-cancer body, plays a killer in the early minutes).

It’s dark and bloody and a bit chock-a-block, but deliberately so. And it’s got a densely atmospheric score, including a rich and brooding rap song which Koontz composed with the Detroit-area hip hop artist Mic.Hunter.D, whom he met online.

“Comparing to something else would be hard,” Koontz says. “It’s kind of a mix of Italian horror, which I love, and Asian horror, and then a twisted, David Lynch-like story.”

There’s irony, Koontz admits, in premiering a film of this sort in a church (“I designed the posters and I took a lot of pentagrams off of the images,” he confesses). But perhaps it’s not so inappropriate when you think of the event as a celebration, marking six years since his cancer has been in remission. Koontz will perform music at the event — his first time singing on stage in 11 years — and he hopes that the film will be received in the spirit of fun in which he conceived and made it. There will be giveaways to all ticket buyers and, of course, a chance to meet and chat with the filmmaker.

It’s all a way, he says, of sharing his gratitude for the chance life has given him to finish his film and share it with an audience.

“I had brain cancer,” he says. “I spent six years being sick and thinking I’d never get this movie done. To go from that, and from wanting to destroy it, to be here and have it finished and show it to people....I could cry.”

“Ekimmu: The Dead Lust” will screen on Saturday June 23 at 9 p.m. at The Old Church, 1422 SW 11th Ave. Tickets are $15 in advance, $20 at the door. Full information






Levy’s High Five, June 22 – 28

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

Your Sisters Sister bed.jpgEmily Blunt (l.) and Rosemarie DeWitt in "Your Sister's Sister"

1) “The Deep Blue Sea” Terence Davies is the finest director you’ve likely never heard of, probably because his best films -- the quiet, devastating semi-autobiographical “Distant Voices, Still Lives” and “The Long Day Closes” -- were made more than two decades ago and he’s only had one film (“The House of Mirth,” an anomaly, really) get even a modest release since.  Here, adapting Terence Rattigan’s 1952 play about a passionate woman (Rachel Weisz), her stodgy husband (Simon Russell Beale) and her unreliable lover (Tom Hiddleston), his immense, inimitable gifts for image-making and, especially, turning film into something like music are in full power.  The effect is sometimes funny, sometimes dramatic, sometimes absolutely ravishing.  Davies is a master, and this is his most accessible film.  See it.  Living Room Theaters

2) "Bernie” 
It’s a term of deep praise to note that writer-director Richard Linklater (deepbreath: “Slacker,” “Dazed and Confused,” “Before Sunrise,” “Before Sunset,” “Waking Life,” “School of Rock”) is capable more than any contemporary American filmmaker of making terrific movies about nearly nothing.  Here, working with a based-on-truth story, he gives us life in the small East Texas town of Carthage, where a beneficent  funeral director (Jack Black) and a mean, wealthy widow (Shirley MacLaine) become unlikely chums and companions...under she mysteriously goes missing.  Linklater weaves the dramatized version of the story with dry and deft interviews of actual Carthaginians (is that what they’re called?) and even several musical numbers in a perfect frappe of a black comedy. multiple locations

3) "Moonrise Kingdom" Wes Anderson films are such a specific taste that I'm a bit hesitant to suggest that this might be his most approachable (but surely not crowd-pleasing) work. In the wake of the delightful "The Fantastic Mr. Fox," Anderson returns to live-action and his familiar tics and habits in a tale of young (as in 'pre-teen') lovers on the run. Newcomers Jared Gilman and Kara Hayward fill the lead roles delightfully, and Anderson's muses Bill Murray and Jason Schwartzman are joined ably by Edward Norton, Bruce Willis and Frances McDormand, among others. It's a light and breezy film with a very sweet heart and old-fashioned sturdiness. Even if you were left puzzled by the likes of "Rushmore" or "The Royal Tenenbaums" (still his best non-animated films, for me), this is likely to win you over. Fox Tower

4) "Your Sister's Sister" Seattle filmmaker Lynn Shelton spins a sweet and sad and true-feeling variation on a Hollywood romcom, with shlubby leading man Mark Duplass caught unexpectedly between two half-sisters, Emily Blunt and Rosemarie DeWitt. There are machinations that could have been drawn from a higher-gloss (and less appealing) film.  But, as in her not dissimilar "Humpday," Shelton finds real grounding for the story in the personalities of her cast, who improvised some of their scenes within guidelines.  The result feels theatrical and human at once, with three wise, low-key performances and a credible air of confusion and hope. A sly winner.  Fox Tower

5) "Monsieur Lazhar" This delicate, sweet and, surprisingly, harrowing little drama was nominated for an Oscar as best foreign language film, and it's a mark of its quality that it's a very good film despite that sometimes dubious distinction. Mohamed Fellag stars as the title character, a secretive and formal man who arrives at a Montreal school out of the blue and volunteers to take the place of a teacher who has left under horrid circumstances. Gradually his compassion and wisdom come to heal wounds, just as his own personal pains are revealed. Writer-director Philippe Falardeau dances around the clichés inherent in the scenario as if they didn't exist, eliciting wonderful performances from his cast (especially the kids) and real emotions from the audience. Cinema 21




‘Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter’ review: absolutely absurd, and absolutely great fun

A potentially ludicrous what-if history is transformed into a thrilling horror film by a gifted director.

You have to be batty to take seriously the very notion of Seth Grahame-Smith’s novel “Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter,” in which the sixteenth President is revealed to be a slayer of undead bloodsuckers.  But the movies may not have a battier director than Timur Bekmambetov, the Russian wizard behind “Night Watch,” “Day Watch” and “Wanted,” and it’s a pleasure to report that he dives into an adaptation of the book with wild zest, wicked humor and a hot-blooded spirit of fun.

Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter.jpgBenjamin Walker in "Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter"
A certain unsteady risibility always threatens the film, in which Benjamin Walker, who has played Andrew Jackson in a Broadway musical, portrays Lincoln as a slightly doofy, knowingly ironic buttkicker who wields an axe in the fashion of a samurai spinning a sword.  The dry humor in his performance is echoed in that of Mary Elizabeth Winstead (“Scott Pilgrim vs. the World”) as his wife, Mary Todd, and, especially, in Bekmambetov’s attitude toward history, staging and the more melodramatic aspects of the plot.  None of it feels real or tries to; it’s purely cinematic in a sense.

The story (his mother murdered by a vampire, Lincoln spends his life fighting the undead, a struggle which turns out to be the real reason for the Civil War) is clearly of secondary importance to the director, who stages one action scene after another, some grippingly intimate, some (a horse stampede, a fight on a train that’s doomed to derail) thrillingly audacious.  Bekmambetov approaches these sequences with inspiration derived from martial arts films, from the Wachowski brothers, and from something not quite seen in movies other than his own.  He’s not afraid to risk seeming ludicrous while putting his signature touch on things; indeed, he courts credulity so blatantly and so often that you sense him getting lost in the magical tools at his disposal.  He enjoys himself so much that it’s hard not to be roused along with him.

Look, this is a ludicrous premise, and it’s sometimes played stiffly as to seem willfully inept.  But when Bekmambetov is in full stride and the gore, oaths and silver bullets are flying, it’s a kick.  The title may sound like a joke, but “Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter” is serious fun.    

(105 min., R, multiple locations) Grade: B-plus


‘Your Sister’s Sister’ review: torn between two lovers, who are themselves torn

A trio of engaging actors in a sweet, sad, lowkey romcom rondelay.

Your Sisters Sister trio.jpgMark Duplass, Emily Blunt and Rosemarie DeWitt (l. to r.) in "Your Sister's Sister"
“Your Sister’s Sister” is a cockeyed semi-romcom that feels like it started with a ‘what-if’ concept and then, unusually, deepened and improved.  

As in her offbeat charmer “Humpday,” Seattle writer-director Lynn Shelton builds the film on the personalities of her lead actors, the charismatic and credible trio of Emily Blunt, Rosemarie DeWitt and Mark Duplass. There’s an improvised and offhanded feel to the film, but it’s carefully built -- almost like a stage play, really -- and it touches on humor and emotions in ways that are never showy or contrived.

Duplass is Jack, mired in sorrow after his brother’s death and lost in life and love.  His best friend, Iris (Blunt), offers him a chance to recharge himself at her father’s San Juan Islands cabin, not knowing that her half-sister, Hannah (DeWitt), is there recovering from a breakup with her longtime girlfriend.

There’s some comedy and drama in the storytelling, but the chief interest is in the flow of the characters, their emotions, their choices, their desires, and their abilities to accommodate one another.  In that, Shelton and her cast are note-perfect.  In the very best sense, “Your Sister’s Sister” almost feels like it’s being made up as it goes along:  organic, fluent and true.    

(90 min., R, Fox Tower) Grade: B-plus


Cyrano’s nose, McQueen’s speedy ‘Sunday,’ a twin ‘Frankenstein’ and more

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

Cyrano de Bergerac.jpgJose Ferrer in "Cyrano de Bergerac" (1950)
“Being John Malkovich” The great, crazy Spike Jonze/Charlie Kaufman mind-meld movie.   (Academy Theater)  

“Can’t Stop the Serenity” Annual charity screening of Joss Whedon’s sci-fi classic “Serenity.”   (Bagdad Theater, Sunday only)  

“Chasing Sarasota”
Documentary about an elite Portland ultimate Frisbee team.  (Bagdad Theater, Thursday only)  

“Community Action Center” 
PICA presents a screening of a “sociosexual” film by artists A. L. Steiner and A. K. Burns. (Hollywood Theatre, Saturday only)  

“Cyrano de Bergerac”
Jose Ferrer at his most dashing in the 1950 version of the classic tale.  (Clinton Street Theater, Friday only)  

“Dancing on the Edge”
Locally-made drama about a suburban girl struggling with addiction.  (Northwest Film Center, Thursday only)  

“Don’t Go in the House” 1979 grindhouse horror film in which, we bet, somebody ignores the titular advice.  (Hollywood Theatre, Tuesday only)  

“Ekimmu: The Dead Lust”
Locally made horror film delayed for year’s by its writer-director’s life-threatening illness.  (The Old Church, 1422 SW 11th Ave, Saturday only)

“The Endless Summer”
Bruce Brown’s immortal 1966 surf documentary; the granddaddy of ‘em all.  (Laurelhurst Theater)  

“Frankenstein” Director Danny Boyle’s nifty stage version of the Mary Shelley story, with Benedict Cumberbatch and Jonny Lee Miller switching roles as the doctor and the monster in alternate performances; both will show, with separate admission.  (World Trade Center, Sunday June 24 and Sunday July 1 only)  

“The Godfather” You cannot refuse the chance to see Francis Ford Coppola’s masterpiece on the big screen.  (5th Avenue Cinema, Friday through Sunday only)  

“Maximum Tolerated Dose”
Documentary about drug testing on animals and humans.  (Hollywood Theatre, Monday only)  

“On Any Sunday” Documentary about a legendary Baja California motorcycle race; directed by Bruce Brown and featuring Steve McQueen.  (Hollywood Theatre, Thursday only)  

“Surviving Progress” Philosophical inquiry into where mankind is going/has been.   (Living Room Theaters)  

“Tergit” Rare screening of Mauritanian music-ethnography documentary from 1973.  (Hollywood Theatre, Monday only)  

“24 Hour Film Race”
Screening of the Portland winners of a recent insta-film contest.   (Hollywood Theatre, Wednesday only)  

“War of the Worlds: The True Story” Drama inspired by H. G. Wells alien-invasion tale.  (Cinema 21, Friday only; Hollywood Theatre, Saturday and Sunday only)

"Where the Yellowstone Goes"
Documentary about a journey down one of the great rivers of the West. (Bagdad Theater, Tuesday only)


‘Brave’ review: a princess from Pixar…and other disappointments

The tale of a plucky Scottish lass feels more like second-tier Disney than the top-shelf stuff its Pixar subsidiary usually turns out.

Brave.jpgMerida lets fly in "Brave"
In January, 2006, the great independent animation studio Pixar was acquired by the Walt Disney Pictures in a move that, it was assumed, would inject spirit, class and quality into the larger company’s fading animation division.  

Pixar had made a remarkable string of six critical and commercial hits in the previous decade (two “Toy Story” films, “A Bug’s Life,” “Monsters, Inc.,” “Finding Nemo,” and “The Incredibles”), while Disney, which had admirably revived feature animation as a genre in the late 1980s, foundered with such flops as “Atlantis: The Lost Empire,” “Treasure Planet,” “Brother Bear,” “Home on the Range” and “Chicken Little.”  

As an animation studio, in fact, Disney was still principally beholden to its two generations of princess movies, the classic trio of “Snow White and the Seven Dwarves,” “Cinderella” and “Sleeping Beauty,” and the contemporary masterworks “The Little Mermaid” and “Beauty and the Beast.”  Pixar, surely, would be able to retool the studio from an admittedly lucrative princess factory into something fresh and exciting.

But corporate cultures have a funny way of mutating everything that touches them, and here we are, six years later, with Pixar, following its first widely-acknowledged disappointment, 2011’s “Cars 2,” with “Brave,” its first...princess movie.  It’s like seeing your favorite punk band get hired to run a record label and then release an album of Barry Manilow covers.  No matter the execution, the very idea appalls.  And frankly, as it turns out, neither the story nor the execution of “Brave” quite approaches the potential genius of punk version of “I Write the Songs.”

“Brave” is the story of Merida, a plucky, spirited, flame-haired lassie in medieval Scotland who rejects the traditional tutelage administered by her prim mother in favor of archery, horseback riding, wilderness adventures, and other boyish pursuits.  When her parents effectively name her the prize in a contest between the bachelor sons of the local tribal lords, Merida rebels in ways that threaten the stability of her father’s kingdom and, even more gravely, her mother’s very life.

You don’t exactly require a Ph.D. in Comparative Literature to see the similarities between this story and those of “The Little Mermaid,” “Mulan” and “Pocahontas.” And while I don’t often stress originality of plot in evaluating a film, the spectacle of a Pixar film being squeezed into the mold of Disney production line product is deflating. (In comparison, the short which precedes the feature, the sweet little fable “La Luna,” is a pure, Pixarish pleasure.)

There’s a letdown, too, in the look and feel of the film, which is usually such a strong suit for Pixar.  Merida’s headful of ginger locks is more or less the star of the production, shimmering and bouncing in extraordinarily lifelike fashion.  Most of the 3-D animation, however, is very flat and dark, and the many action scenes are more cluttered than they are gripping.  Now and again, directors Mark Andrews and Brenda Chapman manage something rousing -- Merida’s triumph at an archery contest, the pranks of her triplet brothers, the comportment of a large mammal possessed of a human spirit -- but in all this is the least visually inventive and appealing film Pixar has ever made.

If it seems unfair to compare “Brave” to its Pixar siblings, then it should also be noted that it falls quite far from the heights of the great Disney features of 20 or so years ago.  It simply never engages you with its grandiose posturing and desperate jokes and trite moralizing.  And there’s a twist at the end that absolutely betrays the ostensible lessons of female empowerment; without spoiling the story, let’s just say that Merida’s scheme to save the day repudiates the very spirit that presumably makes her heroic to begin with.

There’s an element in “Brave” that’s worth noting, namely the depiction of a credible mother-daughter relationship in an animated feature, something that’s usually given scant -- if any -- attention.  But that effort hardly makes this tepid, boilerplate production worthy of its lineage or even its title.

(93 min., PG, multiple locations) Grade: C-plus


Documentary Portland: the Dill Pickle Club views the history of our city on film

Rare glimpses into the real life of Portland past.

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For the fourth and final installment of its "A Place Called Home" series of lectures about film, the Dill Pickle Club will visit the subject of documentary films, home movies, found footage and other nonfictional ephemera.  The speakers include film historians Tom Chamberlain, Dennis Nyback and Tom Robinson, and the subjects will range from the history of filmmaking in Portland to such rare sights as film footage of the lost city of Vanport (including the famed Vanport flood) and Celilo Falls as it existed before the Columbia River was dammed.  The event is consponsored by the Northwest Film Center and will be held at the Whitsell Auditorium of the Portland Art Museum on Sunday, June 24 at 1 pm.

Andrew Sarris (1928 – 2012), one of the founders of modern film criticism

A towering figure in American film and journalism leaves a legacy on page and on screen.

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Andrew Sarris, the great American film critic died today at age 83.  If you love movies, this is a sad milestone, even if you've never heard of the fellow and don't care to read reviews and don't trust film critics.

Writing for the Village Voice from 1960 until moving to the New York Observer in the late 1980s, Sarris was the foremost American champion of the French theory known as auteurism, which states that the director is the principal artist in the creation of a film and that following the career of an individual director of talent will reveal habits of craft, story and worldview.  That seems obvious to modern filmgoers, but it was a revolutionary concept 50 years ago, and to espouse it in defense of such directors as Howard Hawks, Alfred Hitchcock and Samuel Fuller -- dismissed by many filmwatchers as genre-bound hacks -- was a double assault on then-common sense. 

Sarris was sufficiently devoted to his director-based understanding of the cinema to produce a book that was more or less a travel guide to the films, careers and talents of dozens of the the most noted directors in Hollywood.  "The American Cinema, Directors and Directions 1929 - 1968" could be biased, curt, idiosyncratic and even dead wrong (he was unduly hard on Billy Wilder and John Huston, in most people's eyes).  But it could not be dismissed.

Reading Sarris weekly in the Voice was de rigeur for New York film audiences (even more influential then, in the days before the multiplex, let alone direct-to-home premieres), and there are probably hundreds of film critics and filmmakers who were steered toward their profession by Sarris's combination of intelligence, advocacy and taste.  He could recommend with equal vigor a film by Max Ophuls and an action film like "The Road Warrior," he wasn't shy about discussing which actresses he found most attractive, and he wrote with clarity and authority and, as so few print critics can any more, at great length.  Even if you disagreed with him violently, you had to respect his insight and his self-assuredness.  And you could do worse than use his collected Top Ten Films of the Year lists as the basis of a homeschool film education.

For decades he waged a not-altogether-friendly war with Pauline Kael, who brought a different set of passions and tools to her reviews at The New Yorker.  Kael was more invested in the emotional experience of watching a film than Sarris, and she chided him for what she saw as the programmatic constriction of his aueteurist approach.  There were some unpleasant exchanges between them over the years, in print and in person, but you feel that they got the best out of each other, like rival tennis players fated to reach their peaks at more or less the same time.  They had some important predecessors in James Agee, Otis Ferguson and Manny Farber, but the film culture wasn't nearly as virbrant when those fellows were the top writiers.  And though there were several other important critics in the game in the '60s )Stanley Kaufmann (still writing!) and John Simon leap most immediately to mind) Sarris vs. Kael was almost always the featured bout on the card.

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Speaking personally, I found him an essential guide to my movie education.  Like my dad, who was my first film teacher, he was born to working-class parents in a tough borough of New York City in 1928.  They had a lot of tastes in common, though my dad came at his favorites through actors, stories and dialogue while Sarris favored seeing film as the work of a director.  To find in the print world a writer who underscored inclinations that I'd been raised to have and used literary, philosophical and historical references in bolstering them was a revelation and an inspiration. 

In the late 1980s, when I was working as an editor at "American Film" magazine (RIP), I was assigned to edit a piece that Sarris had submitted and which had sat on the shelf for a little while -- a story about the role played by radio in early talking pictures.  I chatted on the phone with him two or three times, and when I suggested certain changes or new avenues for the story, he blurted back responses that were almost exactly perfect for print -- and entirely factually accurate.  He was gracious, if not exactly warm, and he had an easily flowing prose style and an encyclopedaic knowledge of the field: in short, an editor's dream.  (In the late 2000s, my oldest son was working as an intern at the New York Observer and was assigned to fact-check a Sarris piece; the thing was spot-on, he told me.)  I'm very happy that when the editing process was over I took the initiative to tell him how much I'd always enjoyed his work and how he'd partly spurred in me the desire to become a film journalist.

The professorial Sarris influenced several decades of students with his teaching at Columbia University, as well as other schools, and enjoyed a long marriage to fellow critic Molly Haskell, who survives him.

Ode to Joy Theater: Tigard to get a brewpub-style movie house

A suburban theater takes on a keep-Portland-weird vibe.

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The Joy Theater in Tigard is one of those theaters you're surprised to still see functioning in the age of the multiplex.  A stand-alone, single-screen theater located on a busy stretch of SW Pacific Highway, it has functioned mainly as a second- or even third-run theater during the past few decades, and most recently it was the sole theater in the Portland metropolitan area fully dedicated to showing Bollywood films.  The out-of-town management which was running the theater under that policy recently shuttered it, and it's been dark for at least a few months.

That will all change this Friday, when the Joy reopens as the Tigard Joy Cinema and Pub under the auspicies of longtime Portland music scene figure Jeff "Punk Rock" Martin.  Martin is transforming the Joy into something like the Laurelhurst or Hollywood theaters, programming a mix of recent Hollywood hits, afternoon family fare, and late-night cult oddities on the weekend.  He hasn't settled on the primary film for his upcoming schedule, but he'll celebrate the grand re-opening of the theater on Friday, June 22, with a 9:30 p.m. (late night for Tigard) screening of Russ Meyer's immortal 1965 sexploitation/action film "Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!"

The theater will serve pizza, beer and wine, and all tickets to all shows will be $4.
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