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The week’s critic wrangle: “Grindhouse,” “Black Book.”

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+ "Grindhouse": How to parse Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino‘s double-feature homage to le cinéma d’exploitation? Most critics are heaping superlatives on the film; a few detractors aim careful barbs intended to deflate the expected praise, and yet "Grindhouse" seems to evade solid insights. Is it possible to analyze a film that so valiantly

Samples from the big fans: Nathan Lee at the Village Voice gleefully observes that "Rodriguez, Tarantino, and Co. aim for nothing more noble than to freak the funk, and it’s about goddamn time. Go wasted, go stoned, go without your parents’ permission. In paying homage to an obsolete form of movie culture, Grindhouse delivers a dropkick to ours." "Growing up in the ’70s, I spent my share of time in grind-house theaters, and I can testify: This is exactly what it felt like," declares Owen Gleiberman at Entertainment Weekly. "Grindhouse wants to give you a ticky-tacky good time, and does, but it also taps the wild, jagged spasms of aggression that gave [grindhouse] films their primitive outlaw style." At the LA Weekly, Scott Foundas compares "Death Proof" to… "Inland Empire"? "Like Lynch’s movie, I suspect that Death Proof will throw some of its director’s admirers for a loop, though it may be the most revealing thing Tarantino has yet done — a full-throttle expression of a singular artistic temperament disguised, like so many gems of grindhouses yore, as a glittering hunk of trash."

At Salon, Stephanie Zacharek wonders if the Kurt Russell character in "Death Proof" isn’t an echo of Tarantino himself, in that he’s a devotee of pop culture that’s passed from the memory of his target audience. She adds that the film is "also recklessly joyous and deeply affectionate, a celebration not just of an all-but-lost approach to moviemaking but of the nearly lost experience of communal moviegoing." David Edelstein at New York echoes these thoughts:

There’s another reason that Grindhouse is, for some of us misfits, such a happy trip. It affirms our sense of community. No one at the time wrote much about grindhouse fare. It was mostly too sexist and lowbrow for the Voice, and way too lowbrow for the Times. (In her review of Dawn of the Dead, the sequel to the sixties’ most seminal horror film, Janet Maslin boasted about walking out in the first fifteen minutes.) It’s true that most of these films were depressingly bad. But there was something vital, something electric about the liveness of that culture. I’m sad that most people will see Grindhouse on video. It should be consumed (or, depending on your perspective, endured) in a theater full of shrieking, gasping, cheering, borderline-ashamed exploitation junkies. Nowadays, people smoke dope and drink and jerk off in front of TV screens in the privacy of their homes. They really need to get out more.

Dana Stevens at Slate compares Rodriguez to "a fourth-grade boy trying to elicit the biggest ‘ew’ possible from his audience," and finds that "Death Proof" "is a reminder of what there was to like about Tarantino in the first place." Keith Phipps at the Onion AV Club thinks that "Planet Terror" "could more easily pass as the genuine article" than Tarantino’s film, which will have "no mistaking it for anyone else’s work." He points out problems in both films, but also writes that "the film has a Russian-nesting-doll quality: Unpacking it steadily reveals more, both in the ways the two halves tie together, and in the substance beyond the scratchy surfaces."

Dennis Lim, popping up over at the LA Times, points out that "Grindhouse" is "an exploitation bonanza in which the most effectively exploited element is the marketing concept," but goes on to write that "setting aside the dubious coherence and suspect nostalgia of the enterprise, ‘Grindhouse’ is a fascinating exercise in genre reinvention, a showcase for two radically different approaches to homage." Over at the New York Times, A.O. Scott (who likes "Death Proof" and isn’t a fan of "Planet Terror") is another who sees the film as a salute to moviegoing. He suggests "when viewing ‘Grindhouse’ at home skip the commentary track and bring in a few drunks off the street to mutter and snore."

Not as fond: Jonathan Rosenbaum at the Chicago Reader, who perhaps misses the point when observing that "these two full-length features are each 20 minutes longer than they need to be, and neither one makes much sense as narrative." Jeremiah Kipp at Slant writes that the film is "disaffected and campy, but unlike a lot of those sleazy exploitation movies that stood the test of time, it lacks any real anger, machismo, or even sleaziness. In other words, it’s difficult to invest in anything that’s happening beyond regarding it as one big gooey lark." And Armond White at the New York Press, is, naturally, pissed off:

The entire experience is a throwback to Neanderthal cinema—not Pauline Kael “trash” or Manny Farber “termite” movies but worse: films without social responsibility, that are extravagantly disreputable—a decadent, rich culture’s wallow. There’s no way around this film’s junky, self-annihilating compulsiveness except to meet it head-on, call it crap and defy it."

His memorable conclusion: "It’s an Abu Ghraib action extravaganza." So, by our rough count: Rodriguez 2, Tarantino 8. We’d like to add that we think Rodriguez is joshing everyone who’d see something timely or meaningful in "Planet Terror"’s bin Laden reference, which is so ludicrous it is, if anything, is a jab at critical claiming of the zombie-as-metaphor movie. Sometimes a zombie is just a zombie.

 

"It's about surviving in a world populated by assholes."
+ "Black Book": But it is art? Paul Verhoeven, the Dutch filmmaker who wallowed in Hollywood making shiny, ballsy trash for decades, has lately been taken up by certain members of the cinephile community and granted auteur status. "Black Book," his first Dutch film since 1983, is being presented as an art house effort — Sony Pictures Classics is handling this release.

Liking it: Noel Murray at the Onion AV Club writes that the film is "a rollicking wartime movie-movie, replacing awards-bait clichés with a strong dose of two-fisted action, frank sexuality, and coal-black cynicism… In the end, Black Book may be one of the most fun movies ever made about how people basically suck."  David Edelstein at New York muses:

For all the moral upheavals of the first days of the post-war era, something is kerflooey when you’re rooting for the Jewish girl to end up with the nice Gestapo fella. In spite of my cavils, I urge you not to pass up Black Book, especially on a wide screen. It’s a marvelous movie-movie, with a new screen goddess. [Carice] van Houten has a soft, heart-shaped face on top of a body so naturally, ripely beautiful it has its own kind of truth.

J. Hoberman at the Village Voice similarly salutes the film’s heroine: "Cool,
courageous, free-spirited, totally affirmative, and loyal to a fault,
Rachel is compared at various points to Jean Harlow and Greta Garbo;
she’s pure life force as well as a star—late in the movie she hurls
herself off a balcony as if into a mosh pit."Armond White‘s a fan of the film’s Nazi-movie reinventions, describing it thusly: "Imagine a Fassbinder movie, deliberately self-conscious for the new century. Rachel suggests Maria Braun or Lili Marleen only not simply transplanted to The Netherlands (lewd name for a Verhoeven location) but to the realm of comic books—oops! graphic novels—to use a term that implies Verhoeven’s Pop Art boldness."

Manohla Dargis at the New York Times cautions against those who’d overintellectualize the film, which, she allows, is "pretty much a hoot": "Designed for distraction (the frequently timed gunfights suggest as much), ‘Black Book’ works only if you take it for the pulpiest of fiction, not a historical gloss, its stated claims to ‘true events’ notwithstanding." Andrew O’Hehir at Salon writes that "One of the knocks on Verhoeven has been that his disposition is so ironical and he’s so pathologically addicted to ambiguity that his films have no moral bottom line. It’s not an inherently stupid reading of his work, but it’s also not quite fair."

Lisa Schwarzbaum at Entertainment Weekly suggests that "Black Book may be the looniest use of the Holocaust as a playground since Roberto Benigni served up his infernal clown act in Life Is Beautiful." She finds "there’s little collective value to the assembled transgressions." Nick Pinkerton at indieWIRE likes the film, though he writes that "this is far from the Verhoeven’s most dexterous filmmaking," Ed Gonzalez at Slant is also fond but disappointed:

Based on true events but not a true story (at least according to a sly Verhoeven), the film imagines Nomi Malone’s vagina dentata laying waste to the Nazis. This is an enticing proposition, except this voluptuously directed epic crumbles beneath the weight of its well-oiled but mechanical plot.

Ella Taylor at the LA Weekly writes that the film is "a viscerally effective thriller ends up a repugnant exercise in moral relativism, delivered with the grandstanding swagger of the self-styled provocateur." And at the New YorkerAnthony Lane is also grossed out: "This is trash pretending to serve the cause of history: a ‘Dirty Dozen’ knockoff with one eye on ‘Schindler’s List’":

At one point, the sanitization is literal: Rachel, arrested as a traitor, is stripped to the waist and drenched in human excrement. There may be grounds for showing such maltreatment, but there are none for what happens next—a shot of our heroine, scrubbed and untraumatized, leaving the scene with her rescuer, a Resistance friend, and walking out into the sunshine. Is that how Verhoeven thinks that individuals, let alone countries, emerge from humiliation?

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Final Countdown

The Best Of The Last

Portlandia Goes Out With A Bang

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The end is near. In mere days Portlandia wraps up its final season, and oh what a season it’s been. Lucky for you, you can watch the entire season right now right here and on the IFC app, including this free episode courtesy of Subaru.

But now, let’s take a moment to look back at some of the new classics Fred and Carrie have so thoughtfully bestowed upon us. (We’ll be looking back through tear-blurred eyes, but you do you.)

Couples Dinner

It’s not that being single sucks, it’s that you suck if you’re single.

Cancel it!

A sketch for anyone who has cancelled more appointments than they’ve kept. Which is everyone.

Forgotten America

This one’s a “Serial” killer…everything both right and wrong about true crime podcasts.

Wedding Planners

The only bad wedding is a boring wedding.

Disaster Hut

It’s only the end of the world if your doomsday kit doesn’t include rosé.

Catch up on Portlandia’s final episodes on demand and at IFC.com

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Rev Up

Your Portlandia Personality Test

The New Portlandia Webseries Is Going Your Way

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Carrie and Fred understand that although we have so much in common, we’re each so beautifully unique and different. To help us navigate those differences, Portlandia has found an easy and honest way to embrace our special selves in the form of a progressive new traffic system: a specific lane for every kind of driver. It’s all in honor of the show’s 8th and final season, and it’s all presented by Subaru.

Ready to find out who you really are? Match your personality to a lane and hop on the expressway to self-understanding.

Lane 10: Trucks Piled With Junk

Your junk is falling out of your trunk. Shake a tail light, people — this lane is for you.

Lane 33: Twins

You’re like a Gemini, but waaaay more pedestrian. Maybe you and a friend just wear the same outfits a lot. Who cares, it’s just twinning enough to make you feel special.

Lane 27: Broken Windows

Bad luck follows you around and everyone knows it. Your proverbial seat is always damp from proverbial rain. Is this the universe telling you to swallow your pride? Yes.

Lane 69: Filthy Cars

You’re all about convenience. Getting your car washed while you drive is a no-brainer.

Lane 43: Newly Divorced Singles

It’s been a while since you’ve driven alone, and you don’t know the rules of the road anymore. What’s too fast? What’s too slow? Are you sending the right signals? Don’t worry, the breakdown lane is nearby if you need it.

Still can’t find a lane to match your personality? Check out all the videos here. And see the final season of Portlandia this spring on IFC.

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Give Back

Last-Minute Holiday Gift Guide

Hits from the '80s are on repeat all Christmas Eve and Day on IFC.

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It’s the final countdown to Christmas and thanks to IFC’s movie marathon all Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, you can revel in classic ’80s films AND find inspiration for your last-minute gifts. Here are our recommendations, if you need a head start:

Musical Instrument

Great analog entertainment substitute when you refuse to give your kid the Nintendo Switch they’ve been drooling over.

Breakfast In Bed

Any significant other or child would appreciate these Uncle Buck-approved flapjacks. Just make sure you’re not stuck on clean up duty.

Cocktail Supplies

You’ll need them to get through the holidays.

Dance Lessons

So you can learn to shake-shake-shake (unless you know ghosts willing to lend a hand).

Comfy Clothes

With all the holiday meals, there may be some…embigenning.



Get even more great inspiration all Christmas Eve and Day on IFC, and remember…