THE AUTOMAT – SLJFF Review

AUTOMAT_film_Mel Brooks drinking coffee photographed by Carl Reiner while the two were writers for Your Show of Shows, c. 1950-1954 in The Automat. Photo courtesy of A Slice of Pie Productions

Mel Brooks, Ruth Bader Ginsberg, Colin Powell, Carl Reiner and Elliot Gould were all fans of the Automat, the iconic automated cafeterias that dominated New York and Philadelphia in the first half of the 20th century. THE AUTOMAT, Lisa Hurwitz’s delightful, enlightening documentary, serves up pure charm, and Mel Brooks, in this look back at the Horn and Hardart Automat, a now-vanished beloved, and unique, American institution.

THE AUTOMAT is available to stream as part of the virtual St. Louis Jewish Film Festival through Mar. 13. For tickets and more information, visit their website https://jccstl.com/arts-ideas/st-louis-jewish-film-festival.

THE AUTOMAT delivers a dazzling array of memories from those who ate there, alongside the history of the rise and fall of the Automat. It delivers the same warm appeal as the Automat’s own delicious slice of pie and perfect cup of coffee.

It was once the country’s largest restaurant chain, although it was only in two cities. Founded in the last 19th century and enduring into the middle of the 20th, the Automat was a magical combination of contradictory things. It was single company but was known by different names in its two cities. In New York, it was the Automat, while in Philadelphia, it was called Horn and Hardart.

Before there was fast food, the Automat served up food fast but it wasn’t “fast food.” It was fine dining, delicious food served on real plates, in a beautiful space. The high-quality food was key to its success, but it was sold at low prices, with no tipping because the food was dispensed by an innovative coin-operated system that seemed thrillingly futuristic in the early 20th century.

On top of that, the dining rooms were opulent Art Deco palaces, with marble floors and tables and brass fittings. The high-quality coffee came out of spouts designed to look dolphin heads, inspired by Italian fountains. The food was dispensed from banks of gleaming metal and glass doors behind which were tempting dishes. Put a nickel in the slot and the glass door popped open so you could to take your pie, mac and cheese, sandwich or Salsbury steak.

Founders Joseph Horn and Frank Hardart wanted it to be a luxurious place but welcoming to everyone – immigrants, secretaries, kids, rich, poor, celebrities alike. The Automat welcomed both whites and Blacks, at a time when integrated spaces were rare.

You might meet anyone at the Automat, which helped make it a popular setting for movies. If you are a fan of classic films of the ’30s, ’40s or ’50s, you have likely seen the Automat on screen.

Lisa Hurwitz’s fine documentary gives you a glimpse of all that storied history, through entertaining interviews with famous people who went there, people who worked there, and historians and collectors who preserve its memory. Researching the Automat, Hurwitz was struck by the deep nostalgia it evoked.

Mel Brooks is a big part of the documentary, pretty much its star. Brooks composed a song for it, and even sings it in the film.

The documentary gets off to a quirky start, with Mel Brooks being interviewed about whether the wants to participate, and footage of the director Lisa Hurwitz entering a dilapidated old antique shop, in which there are the dusty and decaying remnants of the once glorious Automat’s food dispensers. We are not sure what to expect at first but THE AUTOMAT quickly finds its footing and draws us in.

The fascinating interviews include those with members of the Horn and Hardart families, former employees, customers, and historians. The well-researched film offers interviews with the famous, telling tales of other famous names, such as Jack Benny, who once hosted a red-carpet dinner at the Automat, handing out rolls of quarters to tuxedo-ed and fur-wrapped party-goers. Another interviewee is the founder of Starbucks, Howard Schultz, who credits the Automat for inspiring his own restaurant chain. Along with the interviews and stories, there is a wealth of rare archival images and footage.

The documentary, which was shot over the course of eight years, has a string of celebrities that is impressive. As mentioned, these include not just Mel Brooks but Elliott Gould and the late Carl Reiner, plus the late Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg and Secretary of State Colin Powell. RBG did her homework there, and Powell says he was introduced to the idea of integrated spaces there, which would serve him well in his military career. Mel Brooks and Carl Reiner met there regularly while working as gag writers for Sid Caesar;s comedy show. It was a favorite hangout for Broadway show people, particularly bit players and those in the chorus, who appreciated its low prices and egalitarian atmosphere.

It was one company but the each of the two founders ran it in its two cities, Horn in Philly and Hardart in NY. Horn came from the restaurant trade and wanted a place where office workers of all walks could have lunch, breakfast or dinner. Hardart came from New Orleans, with a commitment to fine food and especially outstanding coffee. There were no waiters but their excellent treatment of the staff, who were well paid and well-treated, built unparalleled loyalty.

The automated service seemed futuristic in the early 20th century, but the beautiful brass and marble fixtures spoke of Old World elegance. For kids, the coin-operated dispensers were a magnet. With a handful of nickels, they could get whatever they wanted.

The documentary’s rise and fall of an American business pattern gives the documentary a dramatic arc. The documentary has a exhilarating energy, tracing the blossoming of a clever food delivery idea into a beloved empire that once seemed unstoppable. Its heights are followed by tragedy, as it faded after it was no longer in family hands.

Changing times, the flight to the suburbs, and the rise of fast food all contributed to the decline and demise of the Automat. Director Hurwitz steers us through this chapter gently, and like most of the film, it is the interviewees, the people who witnessed it or their descendants who tell the tale. The sweet, wistful fondness of so many is captured by Mel Brooks, who comments near the end that someone should bring it back.

This documentary is a treat not to be missed. Combining rock-solid scholarship with charming storytelling, THE AUTOMAT casts a wonderful spell, making one wish they could be transported back in time to have a cup of coffee there with Mel Brooks and Carl Reiner.

THE AUTOMAT is available to stream as part of the 2022 St. Louis Jewish Film Festival through Mar. 13.For tickets and more information, visit their website https://jccstl.com/arts-ideas/st-louis-jewish-film-festival.

GREENER PASTURES – SLJFF Review

Shlomo Bar-Aba as Dov in the Israeli comedy GREENER PASTURES. one of films at the virtual 2022 St. Louis Jewish Film Festival. Courtesy of Israeli Films

In the delightfully funny Israeli comedy GREENER PASTURES, a retiree named Dov (Shlomo Bar-Aba) feels like he has been put out to pasture, and not a greener one. The widower grandpa in his 70s is dismayed that his daughter, who lives out of town, has moved him to a retirement home and out of the house he loves. A retired postal worker, he has been done out of his pension following privatization.

GREENER PASTURES is part of the 2022 St. Louis Jewish Film Festival, which is virtual again this year, meaning all films can be streamed through the festival website through March 13. For tickets and more information, visit their website https://jccstl.com/arts-ideas/st-louis-jewish-film-festival.

Sure, the retirement community he’s in is nice but it’s not home and he hates it. even though he has only been there one week. Dov is determined to find a way to buy his house back, intending to move back and stay there until he dies. Dov’s grandson shows little interest but his girlfriend Dana (Joy Rieger), a lawyer, is a more sympathetic ear.

Enter the grass – that is the medicinal marjuana that all Israeli seniors are eligible to get through prescription. While pot is illegal in Israel, it is easily available to its senior citizens. Dov isn’t interested in smoking it, but he recognizes selling it could help him raise the funds to buy back his old house. A colorful old pothead, now in a wheelchair, Yehuda (Doval’e Glickman), who lives nearby, helps with getting the business rolling. A friend of Dana helps as well. Soon, Dov is well on the way to funding his plan to buy back his home, if he can just stay out of jail.

Cannabis, a nosy cop and a pair of sinister gangsters are all part of this tale of a rebellious retiree who is not content to accept what fate has dealt him.

This Israeli comedy is superbly acted, with an ensemble cast on their toes with the comic timing. Assaf Abiri and Matan Guggenheim co-wrote and co-directed this sly comedy, which has been nominated for 12 Ophirs, Israel’s version of an Oscar. Crackling comic dialog blends humor with family drama, thriller and even romance aspects, along with some social commentary, and topped by a clever twist at the end. It is a big plus that seniors are treated with respect in this comedy, as smart resourceful people and not objects of fun themselves. GREENER PASTURES uses its humor to tackles the issue of cannabis in modern Israel, as well as attitudes toward senior citizens, the impact of privatization, and even government corruption, all done with the satiric humor. GREENER PASTURES also spotlights friendships across generations and finding a second chance late in life.

The cast really makes this film. Shlomo Bar-Aba as Dov is delightfully droll, deadpanning in scene after scene. His slightly sarcastic delivery is particularly funny against the broad humor of Doval’e Glickman as Yehuda, a older wheelchair-bound rock star wannabee, whose slangy speech and kingpin posing have Dov rolling his eyes and us guffawing. By contrast the warmth that grows between Dov and his grandson’s girlfriend Dana, played with charm by Joy Rieger, is appealing, and a dash of romance is added as Dov’s relationship with the retirement home’s doctor evolves beyond the professional.

While things go smoothly in the pot biz at first, and Dov is on the way to having enough to buy back his house, a bumpier ride is in the offing when a cop starts sniffing around and a powerful gangster enters the picture. The film develops a little thriller side as the story progresses and Dov and his friends find themselves in a tight spot.

The ending puts a perfect spin on the tale. GREENER PASTURES is film filled with comic delights, snappy dialog, fine performances, with some thought-provoking subtext, and nice final twist to cap it all, making it one enjoyable film. GREENER PASTURES, in Hebrew with English subtitles, is available to stream as part of the 2022 St. Louis Jewish Film Festival through Mar. 13. For tickets and more information, visit their website https://jccstl.com/arts-ideas/st-louis-jewish-film-festival.

THE CONDUCTOR – SLJFF Review

Conductor Marin Alsop, the first woman to lead a major American symphony orchestra, in a scene from the documentary THE CONDUCTOR. Courtesy of St. Louis Jewish Film Festival.

Joyful is a good word for Bernadette Wegenstein’s delightful, inspiring biographical documentary THE CONDUCTOR, about Marin Alsop, the first woman conductor of a major American orchestra, the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra. It is still an exceedingly rare thing, even in the 21st century, for a woman to lead a major American orchestra, rarer even than a woman leading nations.

THE CONDUCTOR is part of the 2022 St. Louis Jewish Film Festival, which is virtual again this year, meaning all films can be streamed through the festival website through March 13. For tickets and more information, visit their website https://jccstl.com/arts-ideas/st-louis-jewish-film-festival.

The documentary, one of the featured films at the 2022 St. Louis Jewish Film Festival, spotlights the career and life of Marin Alsop. Alsop has led a life of firsts and impressive accomplishments, including winning a MacArthur genius grant. This enjoyable, informative documentary also offers insights on what conductors do and why they are necessary, and features including some archival footage of Leonard Bernstein speaking on the subject.

It was Leonard Bernstein who inspired Alsop to want to become a conductor, and later became her mentor. We get plenty of Bernstein in archival footage encouraging young Alsop.

Alsop herself is a funny, smart, charismatic woman who projects immense charm and down-to-earth wit, and an amazing commitment to music. Even if you are not particularly a classical music fan, the documentary will still delight. However, for those who are serious music fans, they are endless delights in this excellent documentary, full of glorious music along side insights on conductors, and one heck of a underdog story. THE CONDUCTOR’s beautiful music will lift hearts, as Alsop’s remarkable story inspires, a tale of a woman musician who dreamed of being a conductor and just wouldn’t take no for an answer.

As the only child of struggling Jewish professional classical musicians in New York City, it was often a lonely childhood for Marin, as her freelancing parents worked as many as four jobs a day. It was a foregone conclusion Marin would be a musician, but at about age nine, she had an life-altering experience, when she attended a children’s concert led by Leonard Bernstein. Bernstein spoke directly to the young audience about the music and, immediately, he became her hero. She knew instantly what she wanted to do in life: become a conductor.

However, when she excitedly shared her new ambition with her teacher at Julliard, she was told flatly women couldn’t be conductors. It seemed everyone opposed the idea – except her musician father. And later, her mentor, Leonard Bernstein.

Marin Alsop’s love of music, and people, is infectious and her personal charm is part of the appeal of this wonderful documentary. The music is a delight, woven throughout this wild but true story, much of which is told by Marin Alsop herself. Alsop is a spellbinding speaker, quick-witted and accessible, and director Wegenstein combines those wonderful scenes with Alsop with archival stills and footage, additional interviews, and a few scenes dramatically recreating Alsop’s childhood experiences.

Alsop is also determined and stubborn. At one point, Alsop tells us that the best way to get her to do something is to tell her she can’t.

Although music seemed always in her future, Alsop’s journey was no straight shot. I tried to turn every struggle into an opportunity, Alsop says at one point. Chafing under the strict rules and controlling teachers at Julliard, which she felt smothered individuality, Alsop suddenly veered from the Julliard track. She switched to attend Yale, considering pursuing a career outside music.

Breaking away from classical, she decided she wanted to play rock and roll violin (something unheard of at the time, she notes) but instead paired with a jazz composer and started a Swing-style jazz orchestra – even though she didn’t know anything about the genre. She assembled an all-woman band, named Swing Fever. They were all from Julliard, so they were used to playing exactly what was on the page. But to succeed, they had to learn how to swing the music. They did, and the group became a hit.

Trying to return to Julliard to study conducting, Alsop found her way blocked. So with the help of a Japanese businessman investor, she formed her own orchestra, began to conduct and gain experience. In 1989, she won a prize to be a student conductor at Tanglewood, which brought her back to her hero, Leonard Bernstein, who became her mentor.

The documentary’s section on her work with Bernstein is particularly appealing, capturing the warm and closeness between the two. The film’s inspiring upward arc of firsts really takes off as we follow Alsop’s upward trajectory. Among her accomplishments was being the Creative Conductor Chair for the St. Louis Symphony from 1994 to 1996.

In 2007, Alsop found herself in the running to lead the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra. At the time, no woman had ever led a major American symphony orchestra like the BSO. The documentary details her challenging journey, facing bracing sexism, even from the orchestra members who had never met her. So she introduced herself, and won them over.

THE CONDUCTOR not only details Alsop’s professional triumphs but aspects of her personal life, and her commitment to opening doors for others, so they don’t have to face the obstacles she did. There is footage of Alsop teaching and her mentorship projects, including a music programs for disadvantaged city kids. Not content to be the first woman to lead a major orchestra, Alsop is determined not to be the last.

THE CONDUCTOR is exhilarating in its uplifting, underdog story, a wonderful inspiring story made even more heartwarming by the presence of the charming Marin Alsop and backed by wonderful music. It is nearly impossible to leave this film without a smile on your face. THE CONDUCTOR plays the virtual St. Louis Jewish Film Festival, along with a free virtual discussion between the director and Erik Finley, Vice President and General Manager of the St. Louis Symphony Orchestra.

THE CONDUCTOR is available to stream as part of the 2022 St. Louis Jewish Film Festival through Mar. 13. For tickets and more information, visit their website https://jccstl.com/arts-ideas/st-louis-jewish-film-festival.

NEIGHBOURS – SLJFF Review

A scene from NEIGHBOURS, one of the films at the virtual 2022 St. Louis Jewish Film Festival through March 13.
Courtesy of St. Louis International Film Festival and SLJFF

The 2022 St. Louis Jewish Film Festival is virtual again this year, meaning all films can be streamed through the festival website through March 13. For tickets and more information, visit their website https://jccstl.com/arts-ideas/st-louis-jewish-film-festival. One the best films at this year’s St. Louis Jewish Film Festival is

One of this year’s best Jewish-interest films is “Neighbours” (Nachbarn), a Swiss film set in Syria 40 years ago, in a small village where Kurdish and Jewish families are neighbors. Actually, at this point, there is only one Jewish family left in the village, although there used to be more, a change due to the increasingly hostile policies of the ruling Baathist party. There is a lot of sly satire and humor in this child-centric tale from Kurdish-Swiss director Mano Khalil. Partly based on the director’s bittersweet memories of his own childhood, he captures the joys and heartbreak of childhood and also explores the absurdity of bigotry, antisemitism, and conflict, through the lens of those childhood memories.

“Neighbours” begins with a framing device in the present, where a Kurdish extended family who fled the violence in Syria are living in a refugee camp and waiting to hear from someone they reached out to in Switzerland. The reply comes in the form of a picture and a request that the family patriarch (Sherzad Abdulla) identify the people in it. But it is not a photo, but a child’s drawing, a drawing that sparks childhood memories of 40 years ago.

The flashback takes us back 40 years to childhood memories, when the middle-aged man was a seven-year-old boy in a small mostly Kurdish village on the Turkish-Syrian border. Starting with the subject of the drawing, little Sero (Serhed Khalil) and his beloved uncle Aram (Ismail Zagros) prank the Turkish border guards by releasing balloons in the Kurdish national colors. It is something sure to enrage the Turkish guards but it otherwise a harmless thumbing their noses at a border that divided Kurdish families, including theirs, and left them outsiders in both countries on either side.

Uncle Aram is Sero’s father’s younger brother, a fun-loving, mischievous young man whom the seven-year-old adores. In their little Kurdish village on the border, everyone knows everyone, and everyone gets along, while the kids tear around the village, playing, while the village elders watch and shake their heads. The seven-year-old’s neighbors are a Jewish family, who his family has known and been friendly with for years. Sero even helps them on the Sabbath by lighting the lamps and stove, something Aram used to do too when he was younger. There were once several Jewish families in the village but they are now the only ones left, as others have fled. They would like to leave too but now the Baathist government won’t recognize Jews as citizens or give them passports.

The village is waiting for the arrival of two things: the electrical power and the new teacher. The power lines have been in place for some time and village homes have been wired for electricity but no power has arrived yet. Sero particularly longs for electricity so he can watch cartoons like the kids in the city do – and he continually pesters his parents for a TV.

Still, there is a great deal of humor and the charm in this childhood world of play, although there is a serious side to this dramedy, and tragic events eventually strike. A lot of that charm comes from young Serhed Khalil as Sero, a sweet-faced boy full of mischief and playful joy. But all the cast bring warmth and appeal to their roles, particularly Ismail Zagros as Aram, and Uygurlar Derya as Hannah, the daughter of the Jewish family. The Jewish parents would like to escape Syria, and especially want to get their daughter out, but Hannah does not want to leave her home behind, and particularly her childhood friend Aram.

While there is still no electricity, the new teacher (Jalal Altawil) does arrive, a rigid true-believer in Assad’s Baathist party, whose ideology is a mix of communist and pan-Arab ideas, without really being either, but with a big dose of antisemitism. The teacher thinks instilling these antisemitic ideas are as much his job as teaching reading and writing. One of the first things the teacher does is insist that the children only speak Arabic in class and at home. Sero does not much like school anyway but he is really at a loss when the teacher insists that everyone speak only Arabic, which he neither speaks nor understands, leaving Sero struggling to catch up. Sero doesn’t believe what the teacher says about his kindly neighbors but other children buy in to the lies and other evilness.

The teacher is the outsider who brings hate and antisemitism to the village and disrupts their quiet lives, along with a local man who is the village’s sole Baath party member, a membership that gave him a house and a job despite his illiteracy. These two are the primary villains but other representatives of the authoritarian government also bring either danger or a callous indifference and corruption. The film has a powerful, satiric punch in its chilling depiction of how hatred is taught, as the teacher indoctrinates his charges in antisemitic ideas that include the old “blood libel.” Sero’s parents and grandparents, and his kindly Jewish neighbors, are the counterbalance to this, with their long friendship and willingness to help each other.

“Neighbours” is both a touching, warm human tale laced with humor and childhood appeal, and a pointed satiric look at the roots of hate in Syria. “Neighbours,” in Kurdish, Arabic, English and Hebrew with English subtitles, is available to stream as part of the 2022 St. Louis Jewish Film Festival through March 13. For tickets and more information, visit their website https://jccstl.com/arts-ideas/st-louis-jewish-film-festival.

True/False documentary film fest is Mar. 3-6 in Columbia MO

The True/False documentary film festival, March 3-6, is one of the country’s best documentary film festivals, that annually shows a slate of outstanding documentaries on an array of topics, including a surprising number of future award-winners and Oscar contenders. And it takes place in college town Columbia, Missouri, this weekend. What better way to greet spring?

True/False has no awards or competitions but it does have amazing documentaries from around the world, excellent, engrossing discussions with every feature length documentary, a true festival vibe, and some of the year’s best documentaries on a variety of topics. Even better, it is an entirely walk-able festival in a charming college town, full of interesting shops and a broad selection of places to eat and stay. It gets everyone in a party mood by kicking off with a parade every year.

This year, some of the hottest docs are here. One of the hottest, in more than one sense, is FIRE OF LOVE, the love story of a pair of volcanologists, Katia and Maurice Kraftt, devoted to both studying volcanoes and filming them, shooting electrifying footage of eruptions, rushing to every one for two decades. RIOTSVILLE, USA focuses on a strange bit of history, with archival stills and footage of “Riotvilles,” fake little towns the U.S. military built during the Civil Rights movement of the 1960s, as training grounds to practice for civil unrest.

Documentaries are often about point-of-view and I DIDN’T SEE YOU THERE captures Reid Davenport’s viewpoint, as he films a circus near his apartment from his wheelchair, reflecting on the history of circuses and people with disabilities. A different kind of point-of-view is found in MIJA, Isabel Castro’s warm-hearted doc about a successful woman music manager who supports her undocumented parents and other family.

But even beyond the docs already getting attention, there are more gems to uncover at True/False. The truth is, you could pick any documentary at True/False and see something interesting, thought-provoking or even eye-opening.

The festival is also sprinkled with parties, special events, concerts and fun events like the game-show style “Gimme Truth,” all capped off with a Closing Night Party.

Visit the festival website at truefalse.org to find information on True/False, read about the films and buy tickets.

SLIFF 2017 Review – THE HIPPOPOTAMUS

 

THE HIPPOPOTAMUS screens as part of the 26th Annual Whitaker St. Louis International Film Festival on Sunday, November 5 at 1 PM at Landmark’s Tivoli Theatre. Click HERE for ticket information. It also screens there on Sunday, November 12 at 9:15 PM. Click HERE for ticket information for that day.

From across the pond comes a pitch black comedy set amongst the veddy, veddy upper classes. Proving that Larry David doesn’t have a monopoly in the US as an ill-tempered cranky curmudgeon, celebrated actor/ writer Stephen Fry gives us a most unlikely screen hero, middle-aged failed poet, reviled theatre critic, and “boozehound” Ted Wallace. He’s played with swaggering bravado by Roger Allam, an actor known for his deep baritone, who has amassed a long list of supporting roles (THE QUEEN, THE BOOK THIEF) and now proves that he’s more than ready for a leading role. After being canned from his theatre critic newspaper job (in a very funny sequence he heckles an inept Shakespeare cast, who leap into the audience to physically attack him) he is pleased to be approached by a lovely young woman at his favorite pub. Turns out that she’s the daughter of a former flame, who seems to have been cured of a fatal malady by the healing powers of young David Logan, Ted’s godson. Ted is hired by this woman, Jane, to look into David’s “gift”. And so Ted returns to Swafford Hall and re-unites with eccentric billionaire Michael Logan (Matthew Modine) and his wife Anne (Fiona Shaw). Seems there are other guests, drawn by stories of David’s talents. Flamboyant director Oliver Mills (Tim McInnerny) wants off his meds, while the much-married socialite Valerie Richmonde (Lynn Renee) wants her daughter Clara (Emma Curtis) to shed her plain appearance and blossom into a beauty. Playing sleuth, Wallace is determined to learn the truth, and answer all of Jane’s questions.

Director John Jencks has crafted an entertaining mix of farce and upper-crust mystery. The location work is superb, making the Logan estate a modern-day castle of secrets. But the film works best as a great showcase for this cast. Despite his surly attitude and penchant for the bottle. Allam’s Wallace is a most compelling detective. He’s equal parts W.C. Fields, the late, much missed Christopher Hitchens, Sherlock Holmes, Poirot,and Columbo. He’s given great support by McInnerny as the over-the-top diva, who’s hiding  much sadness over his fading years. And kudos to the lone “Yank” in the cast, Modine as the aloof, self-absorbed master of the mansion. The witty script is full of devastating insults, quick retorts, and some sight gags that truly shock (David’s “laying on of the hands” is unorthodox). Though the title beast is only mentioned in passing, THE HIPPOPOTAMUS is wild wonder full of beastly behavior.

MENASHE – Review

 

As the Summer season winds down, a new independent flick enters the box office arena concerning the challenges of single parenting. Oh, and this is from a male viewpoint, but it’s not a heart-tugging comedy that will make moviegoers recall THE COURTSHIP OF EDDIE’S FATHER (the flick with Glenn Ford or the TV version with Bill Bixby), which helped inspire several sitcoms like “Bachelor Father” and “My Three Sons”. Yes, it’s about a widower, thought its main concern isn’t the search for a new mate (it does factor in a bit). The film is set in New York, but its language gives the story a decided foreign feel. Most of the dialogue (about 95%) is in Yiddish, as the world of Brooklyn’s ultra-orthodox Jewish community is the home of a man (well, almost a Mensch) named Menashe.

 

The story begins in the bustling early morning hours on the streets of Borough Park. Floating in a sea of bearded men wearing long black coats (rekels) and black hats is Menashe (Menashe Lustig) , a bespectacled bear of a man sans coat with a black vest over his long-sleeved white shirt, a tzitzit around his formidable waist, and a black yarmulke covering his head. Later we learn that his attire reflects his adherence to many, but not all, Haredi tradition. Menashe is on his way to his menial job as a cashier, stock man, and janitor at a busy neighborhood market. He clashes with the abrasive owner (“You’ll stay late and mop, customers are noticing!”) while counting the minutes till his shift ends. That’s when he tries to pick up his 12 year-old son Rieven (Ruben Nidorski). But Menashe is not taking him back to his very modest studio apartment. When his young wife recently died the Rabbi (Meyer Schwartz) decreed that Rieven must live in a traditional household, namely the plush house of Menashe’s surly brother-in-law Eizik (Yoel Weisshaus) and his wife and kids. This is until Menashe remarries, but he half-heartedly goes on arranged meetings through his matchmaker. When Eizik plans a memorial dinner for his late sister at his home, Menashe reaches the breaking point. He insists he will handle the memorial at his tiny studio walk-up. Maybe this will show Eizik and the Rabbi that he can provide the proper home for Rieven. But due to Menashe’s blunders and calamities, the opposite may happen, and his boy could become even less accessible.

 

 

Lustig delivers a confident, energetic performance, perhaps because the script is loosely based on his own life (shades of THE BIG SICK). For many of his slapstick antics, and his interactions with his on-screen son, Lustig evokes the gentle humor of John Candy. Fortunately he also has the dramatic skills needed for Menashe’s many confrontations (with his boss, with his brother-in-law). He’s endearing, but also more than a bit frustrating as he insists on hosting the big remembrance of his spouse. As I said, the scenes with his boy are very strong thanks in no small part to the honest, unaffected acting of young Nidorski. He adores his father, while showing us that he needs more stability in his life, prompting him to “act out” as many pre-teens would. Weisshaus, in the opening scenes, appears to be the “villain”, that immovable foe coming between “our hero” and his boy, though Eizik is more complicated than that. He seems to lash out from a repressed grief for his sister, wanting to honor her by getting her hubby to do what’s right by her memory and their progeny. The same can be said for Schwartz as the firm Rabbi, who tries to mediate between the sparing men, then surprising us with his kindness and sympathy.

 

 

Director and co-writer Joshua Z. Weinstein expertly guides us through this exotic “other-world” that’s right in the US’s biggest metropolis. There is a brief scene in English (an after hours beverage with the hispanic stockmen), but otherwise we’re throughly immersed in the culture. While many film makers might give us a one-sided view of this faith, Weinstein presents a, pardon the old cliché’, fair and balance picture of this society. Yes it can be rigid and strict, but when a father is adrift (cake and Coke for breakfast), a little kick in the tukhus in just what the doctor, or rabbi, ordered. And that’s just what MENASHE needed.

 

4 Out of 5

 

MENASHE opens everywhere and screens exclusively in the St. Louis area at Landmark’s Plaza Frontenac Cinemas

 

WHOSE STREETS? – Review

 

This weekend sees the national debut of a documentary that addresses a topic still very much in the daily news, while also marking this particular incident’s third anniversary. On August 9, 2014 Michael Brown, an unarmed 18 year-old man was shot and killed by a police officer during the course of an arrest. For over three months the story dominated national news and was the subject of many special TV news channel reports and newspaper and magazine articles. Now comes a feature-length documentary that follows several members of the protest movements and incorporates multiple footage of those chaotic nights in Ferguson, Missouri. This village became a symbol of the racial divide rampant in cities all across the United States. Much of it boils down to the film’s title, a debate over “ownership” of this town. Does the neighborhood “belong” to the residents or to the police, that’s the question posed by WHOSE STREETS?.

 

The film picks up just moments from the fatal altercation as an apartment resident near Canfield Drive, David Whitt, describes the reaction on the street. Whitt also details his role as a recorder of evidence for the civilian “watchdog” group Cop Watch (he’s got several devices at the ready at all times). We also meet several other community leaders and organizers, like Hands Up United’s co-founder Tory Russell, who becomes a voice for those seeking answers. And there are several others profiled including single working mother Britanny Russell, who is inspired into fervent action and becomes an articulate advocate for her neighborhood. We’re brought right into the rallies and protests, and we’re there on those streets during those hot Summer nights when police responded with military grade weapons, as businesses are torched and looted. Cell phones capture videos of tear gas canisters being fired into crowds. Several interviewed subjects detail their encounters with law enforcement and outline a strategy to call attention to the unrest. This culminates with the big grand jury announcement in November and the rioting that ensued. As the film concludes we’re given a look at demonstrations around the country (and the world) over the Brown case and several very similar recent police shooting cases.

 

 

In their feature debut, directors Sabaah Folayan and Damon Davis have sifted through hours of footage to bring together an intimate glimpse of an event we thought we knew well enough. There’s the sweep of the big confrontations, but also the human edge as we see the face of an African-American police woman while protesters try to reach out to her with pointed questions. Folayan and Davis also try to zero in on the individuals with mixed results. Britanny’s story,of her activism, is compelling, but her romance and nuptials seem to take the focus aware from the main subject. Perhaps it’s to show how life does go on during a time of turmoil, though it seems to be from a different film. Luckily the film makers had great access to media coverage, with many segments from local TV stations and national cable outlets (and many moments with then President Obama commenting on the situation during press conferences). There’s no narrator, no graphic computer work (flashy charts and recreations), nor a soundtrack that hammers in a message. We do get the “talking head” interviews, but they are used sparingly. Some are startling, as when one subject believes that the destruction of community businesses is a completely acceptable means of protest (at least she deplores violence against people or groups). Others are frustrating as the leaders of the newly formed action groups show disdain for those from the civil rights movements of the past. Though it offers no easy solutions, WHOSE STREETS? shines a bright light on how cities can turn into war zones when its citizens are minimized.

3.5 out of 5

 

SLIFF 2016 Review – HOME CARE

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HOME CARE— the Czech Republic’s submission to last year’s Academy Awards — examines the finality of human existence through a tender portrayal of Viasta, a dedicated home-care nurse who puts everyone’s needs above her own. Trudging through the countryside, Vlasta faithfully attends her capricious patients and devotes loving attention to her husband and daughter. But one night, as she treks home in the rain, an accident leads to a discovery that will permanently alter her family’s quiet routine. Drama and gentle humor intertwine as Vlasta realizes, for the first time in her life, that she might need some care, too. “Home Care,” the feature debut of writer-director Slávek Horák, engagingly confronts the most important questions of life, examining the disconnect that grows among loved ones over the years and the desperation we all face when confronted with the realization that our time is limited. Variety writes: “Wryly humorous and bittersweet, ‘Home Care’ is an appealing humanist tale that puts a poignant spin on that perennial staple of the Czech cinema, the village dramedy.”

HOME CARE screens Monday November 7 at 4:30 PM and Thursday November 10 at 2:15 PM  as part of the 25th Annual Whitaker St. Louis International Film Festival. Both screenings are at Landmark’s Plaza Frontenac Theatre. Ticket information for the Nov 7th show can be found HERE, and for the Nov 10th show HERE.

Review of HOME CARE by Jim Batts

We’ve heard the phrase “Who watches the watchmen?” countless times, mainly from the celebrated graphic novel and its film adaptation. This film begs the question, “Who heals the healers?”, something that its main character Vlasta (Alena Mihulova) ponders. She’s the main bread-winner of the family, her hubby Lada (Bolek Polivka) runs a tiny “fix-it” shop in the garage. Vlasta spends the bulk of her days traveling by bus, and walking many blocks, in her job as a home care nurse tending to many low-income residents in and around her small Czech village. One day she misses her bus and calls Lada for a lift. Bemoaning the cost of gas, he refuses to drive out to her, so she begins the long, long walk home. Of course it starts to rain. Luckily a friend sees her and gives her a ride on his motorcycle. Unluckily, they get into an accident, and a trip to the hospital to mend minor injuries reveals lots of nasty spots on her X-ray. The diagnosis is dire, but Vlasta will not give in or give up. She begins a personal journey, taking a fitness class, visiting a new-age style healer, and even tries to restart the romance in her marriage. Vlasta continues her business just as she become her own patient.

Despite the often grim subject matter, writer/director Slovak Horak has created a life-affirming fable full of unexpected moments of warmth and whimsy. The story’s strength rests with the compelling lead performance of Mihulova. As Vlasta, we see the fatigue in her half-drawn eyes and stooped shoulders, enduring the put-downs of her hubby and her adult daughter. Somehow the bad medical news flips a switch inside her, a “restart button”  that turns her into a determined ball of energy. Mihulova has the perfect comic partner in the shuffling sad-faced Polivka, who feels that he’s now living with a completely different woman , one who demands affection rather than “wisecracks”. HOME CARE is a compelling look (especially in the final scenes of a festive wedding) at life in a charming little Czech town and its residents while shining g a spotlight on one woman’s “never say die” fighting spirit.

DHEEPAN – Review

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Is it ever truly possible to escape one’s past? Can you really alter the course of your life and begin again, fresh and brand new?  Does despair and violence stick to your soul, much like gum on the bottom of your shoe (the Warrens used this metaphor to great effect in the original CONJURING when talking about demonic presences)? Many films have pondered this questions over the years, everything from STRAW DOGS to FIRST BLOOD to THE UNFORGIVEN. This new work adds a few twists to this idea, including culture clashes, and living a lie in order to deceive the authorities. At the story’s center is a desperate stranger in a strange land, a man named DHEEPAN.
The story begins at an ending, the ending of the bloody civil war in Sri Lanka. After torching a pile of bodies, one tired Tamir fighter takes off his “camo” and wearily puts in his “civies”. Cut to a dusty refuge camp as a woman in her twenties frantically searches for an orphan child, any orphan child. Scooping up a nine year-old girl, they charge into a tent where a man sits at a desk piled high with passports. That same “freedom fighter” is there too. They’ll need one of those passports to escape the country. Luckily the three can pass for a family killed in the conflict. The three strangers are now one unit headed by father Dheepan ( Jesuthasen Antonythasan), mother Yalini (Kalieaswari Srinivasan) and daughter Illayaal (Claudine Vinasithamby). Later at the crowded harbor, Yalini is surprised to learn that they will be re-locating to France rather than England (where she has a relative). In Paris, Dheepan ekes out a living by selling cheap, glow-in-the-dark nicknaks to tourists (and scurrying away when the authorities bear down). Yearning for a better life, he signs up at a job placement center. They place him as a caretaker/janitor at a run-down multi-building apartment complex in the suburbs (his “family” will live there with him on site). All is promising except for one building, “D”, which has been taken over by a gang of drug dealers and other criminal types. In that building, Yalini gets a job as the cook/housekeeper of the ailing Mr. Habib. Soon her boss is joined by his nephew Brahim (Vincent Rottiers) after his jail sentence is reduced to house arrest. Meanwhile Illayaal has a difficult time adjusting to her new school, even getting into fights. Then one day she and her “mother” are nearly killed during an drive-by attack on Brahim and his crew. Dheepan is pushed to the brink. Will he resort to his old combat ways in order to protect these two strangers who now are truly his family?

A mostly unknown cast ably carries the powerful story. As the title character, Antonyhasan gives him a worn-out, world-weary way of moving and reacting.  He’s seen far too much, but instead of reverting to brutality, Dheepan has a desire to be a better man and really become a husband and father. Slowly his surroundings chip away, and Antonyhasan simmers with a pent-up rage (the tenants disrespect him without a thought) that must somehow be released. Srinivasan’s Yalini is also in conflict. At first she feels imprisoned, with Dheepan her sullen warden. She even makes serious plans to escape, to flee to London. Then she responds to his small acts of kindness and the walls she has built over the course of her rough life begin to erode. As their pre-teen “daughter” Illayaal, Vinasithamby is overwhelmed with responsibility, first to maintain the family “lie”, then to act as a guide for her “parents”, since she has picked up the new language must faster than them. She also shows us the loneliness that eats away at her, finally culminating in a schoolyard brawl. The most compelling supporting player may be screen vet Rottiers as the charismatic, but dangerous Brahim. Yalini nearly initiates a friendship with him, until Brahim threatens Dheepan, as though he were tossing off a bit of casual advise, all without passion, pure dead-eyed menace.
This artists are ably guided by director Jacques Audiard, who also worked on the screenplay with Noe Debre and Thomas Bidegain. All of them contribute to the film’s authenticity. There’s a raw, gritty quality to every moment, Audiard never goes for “movie artifice”. A romantic encounter is without any glossy sentimentality. During the most heated exchange the camera stays close, with an uncomfortable intimacy. The setting is full of grim and grit, almost swallowing the occupants in dirt and dust. When violence does finally strike, there’s a disorienting immediacy. Where are the shooters? Is any space safe? Building D looms as a fearsome monolith, complete with gargoyles (actually goons that patrol the rooftops, hurling insults and concrete blocks). None of the criminals seem to ever sleep (perhaps due to their “product”). DHEEPAN is an engrossing, powerful tale of courage and family, a story certainly worthy of its Palme d’Or win recently at Cannes.
4 Out of 5
DHEEPAN opens everywhere and screens exclusively in the St. Louis area at Landmark’s Plaza Frontenac Cinemas

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