Asteroid City (2023). A new release from the master of unique cinematography, Wes Anderson. And it's his weirdest one yet. At least his previous weird works had a story (or, in case of The French Dispatch, several stories), which, sort of, had a point. This one doesn't come near a point. It's a movie within a TV show within a movie (wrap your head around that) that takes place (or, rather, attempts to take place) in 1955 in an Arizona desert, where high school (and younger) kids are gathered for a science convention. Some of them bring their parents. Everybody gets more than they bargained for. What's truly puzzling is Anderson's trademark superstar cameos: Margot Robbie, Willem Dafoe, Matt Dillon, Steve Carell appear for about ten second each, and Tom Hanks, Ed Norton, Liev Schreiber, Adrian Brody, and Tilda Swinton – for about thirty. FWIW I enjoyed Scarlett Johansson; she actually got a chance to do some acting. I truly did not understand what this movie was about or for. There is no drama or emotion here of any kind, even when the situation calls for something dramatic (little girls learn their mother just died, their newly widowed father meets / falls for a pinup actress, there are nuclear explosions and alien visitations, etc.). The finale is particularly infuriating: the entire cast in a rehearsal room starts shouting "You can't wake up without falling asleep!" for which I fail to see any relevance. Sure, I enjoy Anderson's quirkiness and eccentricity as much as the next guy, but I need a point. A sense of purpose. Which this movie utterly lacks. 4/10
Night Train to Lisbon (2013). A school teacher, played by Jeremy Irons (perfectly cast, fits this role like a glove), walking on the bridge in Switzerland, saves a woman from suicide. She runs away but leaves behind a book. The book, published in Portugal, is filled with beautiful poetic philosophy and also contains a train ticket to Lisbon. The teacher, apparently looking to spice up his dull Swiss life (the movie begins by him playing chess with himself: a jackhammer metaphor of loneliness), abandons his classroom full of waiting students (wtf?) and boards a train. He then finds himself in a whirlwind of events, both contemporary and going back thirty years to the reign of terror by the Portuguese dictator Salazar. The cast is full of European stars, the biggest names (besides Irons) being Christopher Lee in his final role and Mélanie Laurent (Inglorious Basterds). The majority of characters (except Irons) is played by two people: their young and old versions. Irons begins to piece together the author’s biography, and it unfolds progressively via flashbacks. A love triangle in the middle of the revolution is far more interesting than the modern-day segment (mainly, because the latter moves at a snail’s pace). While the historic events are interesting enough, the modern ones become progressively boring, and I found it really hard to care. Oh, and the life-changing book that the teacher sporadically recites should’ve been left entirely to our imagation: all the quotes we get sound like second-rate beatnik platitudes. The real winner here is the city of Lisbon: it’s every bit as gorgeous as I remember it. It’s alright for a Saturday night. 6/10
The Song of Lunch (2010). A 50 min. stage-to-film with two characters: Alan Rickman and Emma Thompson (AKA Professor Snape and Professor Trelawney), two former lovers who meet for lunch many years later. Every second of the story is narrated by Rickman’s character in first person, a failed wannabe poet, in the insufferable manner of college English prose (remember the 300 narration? this is worse). I sure as hell hope it’s satire because if it’s not – god help the writer (Christopher Reid)! Other than the narration, the whole thing is well staged and acted (doh!) but feels incredibly pointless. We all know it’s gonna go bad and it does, with each new drink. Lots of closeups; in fact – the film feels like one big closeup, of both Rickman’s face and voice. Definitely not for everyone. 3/10