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2007: Five Shamefully Overlooked Performances

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By Aaron Hillis

IFC News

[Photo: Carice van Houten in “Black Book,” Sony Pictures Classics, 2007]

If we don’t award Oscars to stand-up comedians for their celebrity impersonations, why is Cate Blanchett’s fun but one-dimensional, gender-bending Dylan gag considered by some to be a lock? What is it about a thick Boston accent and coked-up trashiness that have critics’ circles going gaga for “Gone Baby Gone” costar Amy Ryan? And whether he’s a neurotic brother (“The Savages”) or the desperate kind (“Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead”), hasn’t Philip Seymour Hoffman been praised enough, and for juicier roles? Awards politics be damned, here are some outstanding performances that deserve a second look.

Carice van Houten (“Black Book”), Best Actress

As the keystone of Paul Verhoeven’s sensationalist Dutch Resistance epic, the Dutch beauty won a Rembrandt and was nominated for a European Film Award, yet on American soil, her war-weary poker face and plucky physicality have been quickly dismissed by those who cheekily reduced the film to “Schindler’s Showgirls.” Baring her body and soul to the head of the Gestapo, van Houten is “a regular Mata Hari, Greta Garbo in the flesh,” as she dives into icy waters while bullets whizz by, gets groped by the drunken naked slob who ordered said shooting, bleaches her pubes to hide her Jewish identity and dramatically eats a chocolate bar to counteract a fatal poisoning before leaping off a balcony while drugged — all in the name of survival. Yet it’s not about selling pity. We may cringe when a cauldron of shit is poured on her head (which reportedly caused the poor actress to vomit between takes), but she finds empowerment not only by outsmarting the enemy but in seizing hedonistic pleasure for herself in an existence of constant strife. Now that’s liberation!

Thomas Turgoose (“This is England”), Best Actor

Another anchoring lead getting more kudos overseas is Britain’s now-teenaged Turgoose, whose turn as a fatherless 12-year-old in Shane Meadows’ semi-autobiographical drama earned him the British Independent Film Award for Best Newcomer. Though “Tommo” lacks prior acting experience, he’s eerily instinctual and drips charisma as Shaun, a boy who is folded into a surrogate family of ska-loving skinheads during the Thatcher years. Far from your garden variety precocious kid star who can overenunciate grown-up dialogue on cue, Turgoose expresses his developmental curiosity through his eyes as if he weren’t performing at all — he’s sensitive yet skeptically hardened, and in ways far more so than others his age. When Turgoose’s young Shaun is eased into shaving his head onscreen, he blurts “Just freakin’ do it” and instantly, we long for Doc Martens and initiation, too. As he makes out with a girl much older than him, it’s only creepy for a beat before we stop second-guessing his maturity. After falling out with the non-racist skins and falling into a hornet’s nest of National Front hatemongers, his self-actualization about growing up too quickly is almost palpable. When was the last time a child actor could make you feel your own innocence lost?

Kate Winslet (“Romance & Cigarettes”), Best Supporting Actress

Fine, fine, Mrs. Mendes is no slouch in her field with five Oscar noms and counting, but that’s no reason to disavow each time she’s worthy of some gold shine on her mantle. Instead of the usual playing down of her loveliness as the smart alterna-frump, Winslet’s redheaded Scottish lass in Queens is the living embodiment of carnal fantasy in John Turturro’s ambitious, flamboyantly depressing musical. “God, you are one crude broad,” observes Winslet’s lover, a married fireman played by James Gandolfini, upon hearing her bedroom request to take it up her, uh… “stovepipe.” Unlike her hilariously callous meta-cameo on HBO’s “Extras,” there’s more depth here than just potty-mouthed shock. Maybe her knockdown catfight with Susan Sarandon in a lingerie store will only seem silly in the context of Christopher Walken’s hammy emergence from a dressing room, but other musical numbers offer telling moments: Winslet’s poorly supported breasts undulating not-so-erotically while she croons along with Connie Francis in a hotel bed and hallway convey a symbolic vulnerability, and a break-up sequence proves unexpectedly bruising given that the actress sings of her heartbreak from underwater.

Paul Dano (“There Will Be Blood”), Best Supporting Actor

Paul Thomas Anderson’s honest-to-god masterpiece (this writer’s favorite of the year) has so much meat on its bones — Daniel Day-Lewis’ byzantine antihero-cum-villain, Robert Elswit’s cinematography, Jack Fisk’s production design, Jonny Greenwood’s mesmerizing score, et al.) — that Paul Dano’s single voice in the collaboration is sure to be overshadowed. Paradoxically unassuming and shifty when he first tells Day-Lewis’ self-made oil baron about the bubblin’ crude below his family’s ranch, Dano soon resurfaces as his own twin brother (or are they the same person? Debates continue!), who is a young fanatical prophet whose fire-and-brimstone sermonizing belies his boyish frame. Whether he is the object of a megalomaniac’s humiliation or subtly relishing in the role of humiliator himself, Dano can fiercely hold his own family hostage at dinner time, then stand his onscreen ground against a language-chewing monster of depthless intensity — not Day-Lewis’s character Plainview, but the method actor himself, who is let off his leash by Anderson in a final scene that might leave a less secure thesp permanently scarred. With just this role, Dano shakes the quirky “Little Miss Sunshine” tweeness off his persona, guaranteeing we won’t ever lump him together with lightweight indie twerps like Zach Braff.

Dominique Abel, Fiona Gordon, Bruno Romy (“L’Iceberg”), Best Ensemble

Make that six overlooked performances both in front of and behind the camera, since there’s no way to separate this Belgian filmmaking and co-starring trio who bring their respective circus backgrounds to this sweet, vibrant and inventive gem of a comedy. Gordon plays a suburban fast food manager who, after accidentally locking herself in the walk-in fridge overnight, leaves her unattentive husband (Abel) and kids behind in a life-resetting quest to find a real iceberg. Although Romy plays a smaller and insignificant role in the film, his co-directors Abel and Gordon anchor the unmistakably Tati-esque “L’Iceberg” with their highly theatrical and often wordless performances. Awkwardly accentuating her Olive Oyl stature as gracefully as the best Silent Era comedians, Gordon dances, runs, crawls, pulls, stretches, pivots, stumbles and otherwise contorts with a deadpan precision incomparable to anyone off the top of my head. That isn’t to discredit Abel, who butters his bread or yawns for what seems like half an eternity, or dresses himself while half-asleep so that his penis flops out of his shirt sleeve; here’s a skilled technician in the art of comic repetition and long drawn-out gags.

[Additional photos: “Black Book,” Sony Pictures Classics; “This Is England,” IFC First Take; “Romance & Cigarettes,” Boroturro; “There Will Be Blood,” Paramount Vantage; “L’Iceberg,” First Run Features]


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


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.


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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GIFs via Giphy, Photos via The Everett Collection

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…