Clashing Values and Wild Facts
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Three weeks before Shahrbanoo Sadat (Wolf and Sheep, The Orphanage) began shooting No Good Men, which opened this yearâs Berlinale on Thursday, her lead actress backed out. Sadat herself then stepped in to play Naru, the only camerawoman working for Kabul News. Battling with her cheating husband over custody of their young son, Naru falls for the stationâs top journalist, Qodrat (Anwar Hashimi), just as the U.S. is about to pull out of Afghanistan, leaving the Taliban to take over the country.
The Hollywood Reporterâs David Rooney finds No Good Men to be an âengrossing though lumpy mix of workplace observation, anti-patriarchal social realism, spiraling alarm over the return of an oppressive regime, and romantic melodrama rife with clichĂŠ and contrivance. Much of the comedy appears to have been lost along the wayside in a movie thatâs inarguably well-intentioned, even admirable, but struggles to pin down exactly what it wants to be beyond that.â
For Guy Lodge in Variety, though, âNo Good Men feels all the more textured and vitally of its moment for its flaws and lapses. It has the unfakeable air of a film made in genuinely urgent circumstances, which makes its emotional surges (including a heart-pounder of an ending that marries Casablanca-style romantic compromise to matters-of-life-and-death catharsis) feel hard-earned.â
We lost two unique on-screen presences this week. Bud Cortâwho costarred with Shelley Duvall in Robert Altmanâs Brewster McCloud (1970) and with Ruth Gordon in Hal Ashbyâs Harold and Maude (1971) before appearing in Michael Mannâs Heat (1995), Kevin Smithâs Dogma (1999), and Wes Andersonâs The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (2004)âhas died. He was seventy-seven.
In 2000, Dana Shapiro spoke with Cort for the New York Times about becoming âpersona non grata over at Paramount,â his friendship with Groucho Marx, and, of course, being forever identified with Harold, the death-obsessed young man who falls in love with a seventy-nine-year-old Holocaust survivor. âPeople used to come to my hotel and leave tombstones and pictures of dead babies,â said Cort. âI try to talk to them, tell them they missed the point of the movie.â
Late in 2024, James Van Der Beek, the breakout star of the hit series Dawsonâs Creek (1998â2003), announced that he had cancer. On Wednesday, he passed away at the age of forty-eight. After Dawsonâs Creek, Van Der Beek remained âin prime-time demand,â as Anita Gates writes in the New York Times, adding that in âall twenty-six episodes of Donât Trust the B___ in Apartment 23 (2012â2013), he played a version of James Van Der Beek plagued by even more Dawsonâs Creek fans than in real life.â Van Der Beek âhad that jawline and that hair and that name,â writes Esquireâs Dave Holmes, âbut he also had that real and palpable intelligence. He was the heartthrob who made you want to go to the library.â
This weekâs highlights:
- Starting today, Film at Lincoln Center pays tribute to Diane Keaton, who passed away last October, with a weeklong series, Looking for Ms. Keaton. At 4Columns, Erika Balsom revisits Richard Brooksâs Looking for Mr. Goodbar (1977), starring Keaton as a teacher exploring her sexuality. âMisogynist violence is ubiquitous, and the freer a woman is, the more likely she is to provoke it,â writes Balsom. âBy representing this in such lurid detail, with Keatonâs beguiling naturalism and eccentric vulnerability attracting the viewerâs admiration and identification like a magnet, Goodbar becomes something other than a mere tale of chastisement: it offers an account of clashing value systems in a moment of societal transformation.â
- This month marks the fiftieth anniversary of the release of Martin Scorseseâs Taxi Driver. NPR has put together a forty-minute collection of excerpts from archival interviews with Scorsese, Jodie Foster, Harvey Keitel, Cybill Shepherd, Albert Brooks, and Paul Schrader, who wrote the screenplay, while Esquireâs Anthony Breznican surveys the initial critical response, sampling a rave from Pauline Kael, a pan from Rex Reed, and a split verdict from Vincent Canby of the New York Times. The Guardianâs David Smith has a good long chat with Schrader, who recalls Robert De Niro floating the idea of a sequel: âI said, âBob, first of all heâs dead, but if he wasnât dead, heâs not riding a taxi any more. Heâs sitting up in his cabin in Montana setting off bombs and his name is Ted Kaczynski.ââ
- For the Baffler, Robert Rubsam writes about three of last yearâs standout films, Mona Fastvoldâs The Testament of Ann Lee, Caroline Golumâs Revelations of Divine Love, and Oliver Laxeâs SirÄt: âSpiritual cinema is fundamentally an aspiration: it must reach out toward something it cannot ultimately depict. Yet it reaches all the same. Practitioners of the art pursue what William James called âwild facts,â that mixture of the impossible and the unassimilable which crops up in any study of the affective dimensions of human culture . . . In his book They Flew, the historian Carlos Eire attempted to parse what such impossible absurdities meant to the people who believed in themâand what it might mean for those on the other side of modernity, with its redefinition of the line between the rational and the irrational, to allow themselves at least the potential for belief.â
- Before the Trump administration sent him back to California last month, Gregory Bovino led Operation Metro Surge, the crackdown on illegal immigration in Minneapolis. Bovino has said that he was inspired to become a U.S. Border Patrol officer by Tony Richardsonâs The Border (1982), starring Jack Nicholson. âIf thatâs the case,â writes Alexander Nazaryan for the New Yorker, âitâs a little like entering the hospitality industry after watching The Shining.â The Border is âabout the moral compromise and human costs that come with immigration enforcement. But it is also a commentary on the mythic plenitude of American life; the film prods you into wondering whether that allure is illusory.â
- Six weeks after the death of Brigitte Bardot, Jeremy Harding looks back in the London Review of Books on her performancesâdwelling in particular on Jean-Luc Godardâs Contempt (1963)âand gathers commentary on B.B. from Roland Barthes, Marguerite Duras, and several other French luminaries. Harding revisits the period when the paparazzi âhad her under de facto house arrestâ as well as the post-retirement hard swerve to the political right. âHer racism was a focused form of misanthropy, the corollary of her affection for animals,â writes Harding. âIt was easy to poke fun at Bardot by the end but hard to figure out whether older attitudes towards herâjealousy, envy, misogynistic lustâmight not be enjoying a new lease of life in different guises, including political indignation. Was Bardot really an incarnation of âLa France,â as [far-right political leader Marine] Le Pen claimed?â
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