+ "London": You could practically hear critics around the country cracking their knuckles and doing a few preparatory neck rolls before sitting down to eviscerate Hunter Richards‘ Bret Easton Ellisesque directorial debut, which stars Jessica Biel, Chris "Flame On" Evans, Jason Statham and a cocaine-dusted bathroom. You know it’s bad when even Roger Ebert kicks off with snark:
At one point in "London," a Japanese experiment is described. Scientists place containers of white rice in two different rooms. One container is praised. Nice rice. Beautiful rice. The other container is insulted. Ugly rice. Bad rice. At the end of a month, the rice in the first container is fresh and fragrant. The rice in the other room is decayed and moldy. If there is any validity to this experiment, I expect "London" to start decaying any day now. Bad movie. Ugly movie.
Ed Park at the Village Voice finds main character Syd’s (Evans) "emotional tailspin is embarrassingly banal, and his assertion that ‘everybody here hates me’ quickly applies to the audience as well." Laura Kern at the New York Times is not the only one to call out the film’s misogyny, and Michael Koresky at indieWIRE/Reverse Shot penned the angriest, most delicious denunciation of all, so we’ll let him have the last word:
Indeed in some cases, obnoxious kids spend too much of their parents’ money on coke and generous downtown lofts; but in other cases, they just use it to make shitty movies.
Otherwise, beloveds, there is nothin’ of interest on the new indie film front this weekend. Well, there’s "Heart of Gold," but honestly, despite its being directed by Jonathan Demme, it doesn’t interest us (neither do most films of a musical performance â€” personal bias).
However, those in LA can take themselves to see all 260 glorious minutes of Jean-Luc Godard‘s "Histoire(s) du cinÃ©ma" at the UCLA Film & Television Archive â€” if you need convincing, Kevin Thomas at the LA Times call it a "a work of shimmering, incandescent beauty," while in the LA Weekly, John Patterson writes rapturously that "It takes five hours to watch, but a lifetime may be needed to ponder and plumb its seemingly bottomless, but ultimately fathomable, depths. The superlative for once is fully warranted: masterpiece."
And J. Hoberman, Andrew O’Hehir at Salon and the New York Press‘ Matt Zoller Seitz would all tell any New York types to head to Carol Reed‘s "The Fallen Idol" at the Film Forum â€” we might, though we’re sorely tempted by "Point Break Live!".
+ Histoire(s) Du Cinema (LA Weekly)
+ A flickering history of love, mortality (LA Times)
+ Idol Worship (Village Voice)
+ "The Fallen Idol": A glorious British black-and-white, with shades of Graham Greene gray (Salon)
+ Baby Snakes (NY Press)