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Gal's Costa del Sol idyll comes to an abrupt end with the unexpected appearance of Don Logan (Ben Kingsley), a seething torrent of hatred compressed in a muscle-bound body topped by a jug-eared bald head so disproportionately large it makes him look like a three-year-old, or maybe like Rumplestiltskin. Don has been dispatched to Spain by big-time gangster Teddy Bass (Ian McShane, who's most scary when he's flashing his dentures) to tell Gal that he's needed in London to help his old friends pull a bank job. The mission gives Logan the opportunity to terrorize Gal, his adored wife Deedee (Amanda Redman), and their best friends, Aitch (Cavan Kendall) and Jackie (Julianne White). "I can't believe you married dirty Deedee," says Don, shoving Gal's face in his wife's porn-star past. No mere prude, Don is pathologically repressed. At a particularly choice moment, he refers to his genitals as his "front bottom."
Glazer, who started his career directing TV commercials and music videos (MTV banned his video for U.N.K.L.E.'s "Rabbit in Your Headlights," featuring Denis Lavant as an unfortunate pedestrian in a tunnel), has a distinctive compositional style. He often isolates an actor in the extreme foreground or background of a shot, and he knows how to cut together odd-angled images so that they have kinetic impact. The movie itself is something of a sexy beast; it lures you in with a 10-minute opening sequence that's sensuous and funny. There's Gal basking beside his pool, his fleshy body all sweaty, the white mat on which he's lying reflecting so much light you want to grab your sunglasses. On the soundtrack, reggae gives way to rumba mixed with a throbbing techno bass. Gal stands up, has a little chat with the pool boy, and just when it seems like the plot will never kick inand maybe that's OKa huge boulder tumbles down the steep hill behind his house, flies over Gal's head, missing him by inches, and lands in the pool. The bouldera reminder that that you can't expect bliss to remain unbrokenforeshadows Don's arrival.
12th Human Rights Watch International Film Festival
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What distinguishes Sexy Beast from the recent rash of British gangster films is Glazer's investment in character and performance. The film is exuberantly styled, but not for the sake of style itself. Rather, the lush color and off-kilter framing make you more aware of the characters' responses to the world they inhabit; they let you understand that Gal is on the side of life and Don is on the side of death. The two men go head-to-head, with Don insisting that Gal participate in the bank heist and Gal refusing. "Do it, do it, do it!" shouts Don, bobbing his rigid torso forward and back, as if it were a plank he intended to use to bash Gal's head. The actors, who clearly relish the confrontation, are pretty evenly matched, but Kingsley has the more showy role and the advantage of playing against type. The film goes down a notch in intensity when he's offscreen.
For reasons of self-preservation, Gal decides to do the job, but once Sexy Beast moves to London, the script runs out of steam. In an attempt to jack up the drama, Glazer blows what could have been a novel underwater heist by intercutting an ultraviolent flashback showing how Gal, Deedee, and their friends got their revenge on Don. It's a desperate tactic, and despite some subtle acting by Winstone in subsequent scenes, the film never quite recovers. Still, there are long stretches in Sexy Beast that are so exhilarating it feels churlish to dwell on its flaws. And how could anyone resist a movie that uses Dean Martin's insinuating cover of "Sway" for a finale?
Now in its 12th year, the Human Rights Watch International Film Festival is showcasing a jam-packed lineup of films that deal with struggles for justice and freedom all over the globe. Although they vary in cinematic sophistication, all are eye-openers in terms of content, offering detailed firsthand accounts of survival in such "trouble spots" as Jerusalem and Kosovo. And although the Human Rights Watch is a refuge for films considered too tough, too artless, or too specialized for higher-profile festivals, let alone for commercial release, several films in the series are slated for wider distribution. Among them are Raoul Peck's Lumumba, an engrossing biopic of the visionary African leader that features a towering performance by the French stage actor Eriq Ebouaney, and Stephanie Black's Life and Debt, a lively investigation of the adverse effects of economic globalization on Jamaican workers, farmers, and civil servants.
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