By Stephanie Zacharek
By Inkoo Kang
By Voice Film Critics
By Alan Scherstuhl
By Alan Scherstuhl
By Stephanie Zacharek
By Stephanie Zacharek
By Aaron Hills
Art struggles against commerce in this sodden ensemble experimentbut to what end? Maker of a once archetypal indie (sex, lies, and videotape), Soderbergh achieved bankability with a succession of hip policiers (Out of Sight, Traffic), stylish neo-noirs (The Limey), and retooled capers (Ocean's Eleven), plus one mondo star vehicle (Erin Brockovich). Full Frontal, which the director shot pseudonymously, mainly on digital video and in single takes, belies the larkiness of Soderbergh's crime filmsit's a petulant slap in the face of public taste.
Written by performance artist Coleman Hough and largely improvised by its cast, this is the shortcut to Short Cuts. Over the course of a single L.A. day (and a bit of the morning after), Full Frontal tracks eight characterstwo of whom, movie queen Francesca (Julia Roberts) and TV star Calvin (Blair Underwood), double as actors appearing in Rendezvous, the pretend movie within the larger DV reality. Everyone is involved with (or involved with someone who is involved with or someone who is involved with someone involved with) the upcoming 40th birthday party for Rendezvous's big-shot producer, Gus (David Duchovny). High-powered career witch Lee (Catherine Keener) has gotten herself invited, along with her magazine-writer husband, Carl (David Hyde Pierce), and her massage-therapist sister, Linda (Mary McCormack), who is having a cyber-relationship with an avant-garde stage director (Enrico Colantoni) about to open an awful something called The Sound and the Führer. So far as I could tell, the actor playing Hitler (Nicky Katt) doesn't meet anyone else in the movie, although his rancidly egocentric showbiz hipster is the most exaggerated version of them all. The similarly isolated Gus, meanwhile, turns out to be a sensitive cousin to J.D. Salinger's Seymour Glass.
Merci Pour le Chocolat
Directed by Claude Chabrol
Written by Chabrol and Caroline Eliacheff, from the novel The Chocolate Cobweb by Charlotte Armstrong
Through August 13 at Film Forum
Directed by James Longley
August 1 through 7 at Anthology Film Archives
Soderbergh mechanically cuts between his civiliansmostly Lee, who is having an affair with Calvin and preparing to leave Carl, so ineffectual that he is dumped and fired on the same dayand a "finished" print of Rendezvous. (Finished, that is, in one time-space continuum; there's another where Soderbergh decides to dramatically break the film's fourth wall.) Glossy Rendezvous, itself a movie about the movie industry, which specifically travesties the chaste romantic relationship between Julia Roberts and Denzel Washington in The Pelican Brief, is meant to satirize Hollywood mores. Its most daring (and self-congratulatory) bit is a story conference at Full Frontal's actual studio, Miramax, which is presided over by a heavy-set honcho (Jeff Garlin) resembling Full Frontal's actual distributor and identified in the credits as "Harvey, probably."
Replete with moments of false intimacy and redolent of acting-class exercises, Full Frontal is largely a succession of one-on-one confrontations. Like last year's The Anniversary Party, it evokes improv run amok, or perhaps untrammeled psychodramathe performers are regularly heard in voice-over commenting on their characters. Soderbergh came up with his version of the Dogme rules: Actors were requested to drive themselves to the set, pick their wardrobes, and "maintain" their own hair. Did the filmmaker also choose the movie's sell line, "Everybody needs a release"?
Full Frontal aspires to Hollywood art film. But unlike Magnolia or Mulholland Drive, it doesn't offer an audience much incentive to tease out its ambiguities. Soderbergh is as conceptually sloppy as his camera is pitiless. The stories bleed into each other. The real cameos get confused with the fake ones. The movie is pure inside baseballso pure it turns inside out and vanishes up its own orifice. "Every work of art is an uncommitted crime," Theodor Adorno once wrote. This one is more of a botched misdemeanor.
Claude Chabrol's Merci Pour le Chocolat is a light confection with a tasty Isabelle Huppert performance at its center. Working from a 1948 recipe by a sometime scriptwriter for Alfred Hitchcock Presents, Chabrol knocks off a witty psychological thrillermore gothic than noir.
Set by the placid shores of Lake Lausanne, the movie opens with Swiss chocolate factory heiress Mika Muller (Huppert) marrying celebrated concert pianist André Polonski (Jacques Dutronc) for the second time, in a ceremony where family business blends with gossipy intrigue. Without pausing to clarify, Chabrol introduces a second domestic unit whose daughter, Jeanne (Anna Mouglalis), herself an aspiring pianist, learns that she was almost switched at birth with Guillaume (Rodolphe Pauly), André's highly unmusical son by his first (or rather, his second) wife, dead some years ago in car accident. The tangled genealogy has intimations of Elizabethan comedyas does the spirited Jeanne, who, intrigued with the possibility that she might be the biological daughter of the great Polonski, presents herself at his wife's hilltop chateau.
Jeanne is soon examining photos of the late Madame Polonski and striking similar long-necked poses. Although not too distracted to observe the strange household to which she's been welcomed, she returns the following weekendin an atmosphere made heady by a few more uncorked family secretsto practice Liszt's most unfunereal "Funeral March" with her new mentor. Merci is filled with peculiar characters and sharply drawn physical types. Dutronc's Polonski would be suspicious for his mop of dyed black hair alone. The ever smiling, bizarrely solicitous Mika is also a philanthropist who subsidizes "anti-pain" centers. "I just want everyone to be happy," she explains, inadvertently spilling a pot of boiling water on hapless Guillaume's foot. Self-contained, enigmatic, illuminated from within, Huppert banks a performance that pays dividends throughout the film.
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