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MAMA

Annabel (Jessica Chastain) learns more than she ever needs to know about motherhood in creepy MAMA

Annabel (Jessica Chastain) learns more than she ever needs to know about motherhood in creepy MAMA

MAMA (Andres Muschietti, 2013)
Opens Friday, January 18
www.mamamovie.com

Jessica Chastain has rocketed into stardom in just two years, starring in seven major motion pictures in 2011 (including The Help and The Tree of Life) and four more in 2012 (from Madagascar 3 to Zero Dark Thirty) while also playing the lead role in the Broadway revival of The Heiress. Chastain kicks off 2013 with the intensely creepy scarefest Mama. Expanded from his Spanish-language short film of the same name, director and cowriter Andrés Muschietti turns motherhood inside out and upside down in the thriller, with the help of executive producer Guillermo del Toro (Pan’s Labyrinth). Chastain stars as Annabel, a tattooed punk rocker with jet-black hair who is living with Lucas (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau). Lucas’s brother goes off the deep end, killing his wife and abandoning his two young daughters, Victoria (Morgan McGarry) and Lilly (Maya and Sierra Dawe), in a cabin in the woods, where it turns out the girls are not quite so alone. Five years later, the girls are finally found, with Lucas fighting for custody with his dead sister-in-law’s sister, Jean (Jane Moffat), but Victoria (now played by Megan Charpentier) and Lilly (Isabelle Nélisse) are more like animals than children, grunting, sniffing around, jumping around on all fours, and attacking at will. While Dr. Dreyfuss (Daniel Kash) views this as a fascinating research project, Annabel is soon acting as mother to the girls — something completely unexpected, as the film begins with her rejoicing at a negative pregnancy test — but there’s something else lurking about that has a different kind of connection with Victoria and Lilly. Evoking such diverse works as Takashi Shimizu’s Ju-on: The Grudge, Alejandro Amenábar’s The Others, Richard Donner’s The Omen, François Truffaut’s The Wild Child, and even Jan Švankmajer’s Little Otik, Mama is filled with plenty of takes on horror film conventions, with Antonio Riestra’s camera lurking around doorways and closets and slipping under beds and Fernando Velázquez’s score exploding at carefully manipulated moments, trying to make the audience jump out of their seats. There are also glaring plot holes, stupid developments, and other problems, but Mama overcomes them with just enough surprising twists, a daring ending, and a strong lead performance by Chastain, who continues to show her impressive range. But the film is nearly stolen away by Nélisse, who is absolutely frightening as Lilly, a compelling, complex character that is liable to scare the hell out of you.

CURATORS’ CHOICE — THE BEST OF 2012: NEIGHBORING SOUNDS

Brazilian film NEIGHBORING SOUNDS examines a changing community in changing times

NEIGHBORING SOUNDS (O SOM AO REDOR) (Kleber Mendonça Filho, 2011)
Museum of the Moving Image
35th Ave. at 36th St., Astoria
Saturday, July 19, free with museum admission, 6:00
718-777-6800
www.movingimage.us
www.cinemaguild.com

Inspired by actual events that took place in his hometown of Recife, Brazil, Kleber Mendonça Filho’s Neighboring Sounds is an engaging slice-of-life examination of class differences and a community in the midst of social and economic change. When Clodoaldo (Irandhir Santos) and Fernando (Nivaldo Nascimento) go door-to-door offering their services as overnight security guards protecting the street, only Francisco (W. J. Solha), an aging, wealthy sugar baron who owns much of the surrounding property, and his grandson João (Gustavo Jahn) refuse to participate in the shady proposal, but Francisco insists that they keep their hands off another of his grandsons, Dinho (Yuri Holanda), who is responsible for a spate of car-stereo robberies. This suburban neighborhood, ever more in the architectural shadow of bigger high rises going up all around them, is filled with little secrets and minor resentments. A mechanic keys an expensive car when the owner is rude to him. Clodoaldo and a maid (Clébia Souza) make use of a fancy gated house he is taking care of while the owners are away. Sisters fight over the size of a flat-screen television. And a co-op board wants to fire their longtime night watchman without a severance package because he has taken to napping on the job. Meanwhile, João, who has two children by the daughter of the family’s maid, has started a relationship with the more acceptable Sofia (Irma Brown), but the privileged João still lives in the past; when he shows an apartment in one of Francisco’s condos, he points out what would be the maid’s room, assuming everyone can afford domestic help. And Bia (Meve Jinkings) finds a different kind of domestic help, buying large quantities of pot from the water guy, finding unique ways to deal with her neighbor’s howling dog, and using household appliances to pleasure herself. A film critic who has previously made documentaries, Filho, who wrote, directed, and coedited (with João Maria) Neighboring Sounds, has populated his debut full-length feature with believable characters caught up in realistic situations, along with just the right dose of black comedy. The film was shot with natural sound at a relaxed pace, inviting viewers into this intriguing fictional tale filled with real-world implications, involving a decaying past and modern issues of safety and surveillance. While João might be the moral conscious of the story, it is Jinkings’s Bia who steals this small gem of a film, her unique methods of daily survival a joy to behold. Neighboring Sounds is screening January 19 at the Museum of the Moving Image as part of the “Curators’ Choice: The Best of 2012” series, consisting of works selected by chief curator David Schwartz and assistant film curator Rachael Rakes; upcoming screenings include Jafar Panahi’s This Is Not a Film, Wes Anderson’s Moonrise Kingdom, David Cronenberg’s Cosmopolis, and Hong Sang-soo’s In Another Country.

NEW YAWK NEW WAVE: THE INCIDENT

A group of straphangers are terrorized by thugs in Larry Peerce’s THE INCIDENT

A group of straphangers are terrorized by thugs in Larry Peerce’s THE INCIDENT

THE INCIDENT (Larry Peerce, 1967)
Film Forum
209 West Houston St.
January 16-17
Series continues through January 31
212-727-8110
www.filmforum.com

One of the ultimate nightmare scenarios of 1960s New York City, Larry Peerce’s gritty black-and-white The Incident takes viewers deep down into the subway as two thugs terrorize a group of helpless passengers. Joe Ferrante (Tony Musante) and Artie Connors (Martin Sheen, in his first movie role) are out for kicks, so after getting some out on the streets, they head underground, where they find a wide-ranging collection of twentieth-century Americans to torture, including Arnold and Joan Robinson (Brock Peters and Ruby Dee), Bill and Helen Wilks (Ed McMahon and Diana Van der Vlis), Sam and Bertha Beckerman (Jack Gilford and Thelma Ritter, in her last role), Douglas McCann (Gary Merrill), Muriel and Harry Purvis (Jan Sterling and Mike Kellin), Alice Keenan (Donna Mills), soldiers Felix Teflinger and Phillip Carmatti (Beau Bridges and Robert Bannard), and others, each representing various aspects of contemporary culture and society, all with their own personal problems that come to the surface as the harrowing ride continues. It’s a brutal, claustrophobic, highly theatrical film that captures the fear that haunted the city in the 1960s and well into the ’70s, with an all-star cast tackling such subjects as racism, teen sex, alcoholism, homosexuality, war, and the state of the American family. The rarely shown drama, some of which was filmed in the actual subway system against the MTA’s warnings, is screening at Film Forum January 16-17 in a double feature with Anthony Harvey’s Dutchman as part of the three-week festival “New Yawk New Wave,” comprising seminal independent films made in and about New York City; among the other double features in the series are Jim McBride’s David Holzman’s Diary and Milton Moses Ginsberg’s Coming Apart, Kenneth Anger’s Scorpio Rising and Andy Warhol’s My Hustler, Martin Scorsese’s Mean Streets and Who’s That Knocking at My Door, and Brian De Palma’s Greetings and Hi, Mom!

NEW YORK JEWISH FILM FESTIVAL: HAVA NAGILA

Documentary delves into the fascinating history behind traditional Jewish song that became an international sensation

Documentary delves into the fascinating history behind traditional Jewish song that became an international sensation

HAVA NAGILA (THE MOVIE) (Roberta Grossman, 2012)
Film Society of Lincoln Center, Walter Reade Theater
70 Lincoln Center Plaza, 65th St. at Amsterdam Ave.
Tuesday, January 15, 6:00
Festival runs January 9-24
212-875-5601
www.thejewishmuseum.org
www.havanagilamovie.com
www.filmlinc.com

“What’s up with this song? So kitschy, yet so profound,” director and narrator Roberta Grossman says at the beginning of her rollicking documentary, Hava Nagila (The Movie). “And what’s the deal with the chair?” A staple at Jewish celebrations, primarily weddings and bar/bat mitzvahs, “Hava Nagila” instantly gets friends and family members out on the dance floor, forming a circle and doing the Hora. Grossman delves into the history and mystery of the catchy song, which over the years has been performed by an unlikely crew that has included Harry Belafonte, Connie Francis, Glen Campbell, Johnny Yune, and Regina Spektor, all of whom appear in the film and discuss the tune’s popularity. (There are also archival performances from all around the world as well as an anti-“Hava” song from Bob Dylan.) Also putting “Hava Nagila” into perspective are Yiddish theater veteran Leonard Nimoy, communications professor Josh Kun, and KlezKamp founder Henry Sapoznik, a “Hava” hater who says with a more than a touch of cynicism, “It’s relentless. It’s resilient. But then again, so are cockroaches,” a statement that exemplifies Grossman’s playful attitude, exemplified by her corny captioning and clever clips from such TV shows and movies as Laugh-In, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Thoroughly Modern Millie, The Danny Kaye Show, A Serious Man, Wedding Crashers, History of the World Part I, and Fiddler on the Roof. But she also reveals another side to the song, as described by professor James Loeffler, who explains, “‘Hava’ is a portal into a century and a half of Jewish history.” Grossman ( Blessed Is the Match: The Life and Death of Hannah Senesh) sets off on what she calls a “Hava Quest,” venturing to the village of Sadagora in Ukraine, the birthplace of the song, and later meeting with two warring families battling over authorship of the words and music. She traces its impact on the development of the State of Israel and the Jewish migration to suburban America, and, yes, she lays out precisely what the words of the song mean. Like the song itself, Hava Nagila (The Movie) is a fun and fanciful frolic into the fascinating story behind one of the most famous songs that so many know so little about. Hava Nagila, which opens March 1 at Lincoln Plaza, is screening January 15 at the twenty-second annual New York Jewish Film Festival, presented by the Jewish Museum and the Film Society of Lincoln Center, with Grossman on hand to participate in a Q&A following the show.

VIDEO OF THE DAY: “MECHANICAL MAMMOTH” BY MYSTICAL WEAPONS

After bumping into each other when their bands were playing in San Francisco, Sean Lennon (the Ghost of a Saber Tooth Tiger, Plastic Ono Band) and Greg Saunier (Deerhoof) improvised a jam and decided to form a new art rock supergroup. Mystical Weapons consists of Lennon, Saunier, and multimedia artist and activist Martha Colburn, who incorporates politics and pop culture in short animated collages that have included “Anti-fracture Mining Film,” “Triumph of the Wild,” “Join the Freedom Force,” “Dolls vs. Dictators vs. Deerhoof vs. Evil,” and the Deerhoof music video “Wrong Time Capsule.” On their eponymously titled debut album, which is streaming for free here through January 18, drummer Saunier and guitarist-keyboardist Lennon power through thirteen experimental instrumentals that venture across multiple genres, from psychedelia, futuristic noise, and prog rock to horror and spaghetti Western soundtracks and even a taste of Tin Pan Alley balladry on such tracks as “Impossible Shapes,” “Whispers of the Blue Tongue,” “Gross Domestic Happiness,” and “Gilbert Releases His Pet Salamander into the Wild.” Mystical Weapons will be at Big Sky Works in Brooklyn on Saturday, January 12, at 9:00, with Miles Robbins and DJ Alix Brown also on the bill. And yes, you can expect multiple mad drum solos.

NEW YAWK NEW WAVE: THE CONNECTION

THE CONNECTION kicks off “New Yawk New Wave” festival at Film Forum

NEW YAWK NEW WAVE: THE CONNECTION (Shirley Clarke, 1962)
Film Forum
209 West Houston St.
January 11-12
Series continues through January 31
212-727-8110
www.filmforum.com
www.milestonefilms.com

“Now look, you cats may know more about junk, see,” square film director Jim Dunn (William Redfield) says midway through The Connection, “but let me swing with this movie, huh?” Adapted by Jack Gelber from his play and directed and edited by Shirley Clarke, The Connection is a gritty tale of drug addicts awaiting their fix that was banned for obscenity after only two matinee screenings back in October 1962. Last spring it was rereleased in a sharp new fiftieth-anniversary print, beautifully restored by Ross Lipman of the UCLA Film & Television Archive. In a New York City loft, eight men are waiting for their man: Leach (Warren Finnerty), the ringleader who has an oozing scab on his neck; Solly (Jerome Raphael), an intelligent philosopher who speaks poetically about the state of the world; Ernie (Garry Goodrow), a sad-sack complainer who has pawned his horn but still clutches tight to the mouthpiece as if it were a pacifier; Sam (Jim Anderson), a happy dude who tells rambling stories while spinning a hula hoop; and a jazz quartet consisting of real-life musicians Freddie Redd on piano, Jackie McLean on sax, Larry Richie on drums, and Michael Mattos on bass. Dunn and his cameraman, J. J. Burden (Roscoe Lee Browne), are in the apartment filming the men as Dunn tries to up the drama to make it more cinematic as well as more genuine. “Don’t be afraid, man,” Leach tells him. “It’s just your movie. It’s not real.” When Cowboy (Carl Lee) ultimately shows with the stuff, Bible-thumping Sister Salvation (Barbara Winchester) at his side, things take a decidedly more drastic turn. Mixing elements of the French New Wave with a John Cassavetes sensibility and cinema verité style, Clarke has made an underground indie classic that moves to the beat of an addict’s craving and eventual fix. Shot in a luridly arresting black-and-white by Arthur Ornitz, The Connection is like one long be-bop jazz song, giving plenty of time for each player to take his solo, with standout performances by McLean musically and Raphael verbally. The film-within-a-film narrative allows Clarke to experiment with the mechanics of cinema and challenge the audience; when Dunn talks directly into the camera, he is speaking to Burden, yet he is also breaking the fourth wall, addressing the viewer. Cutting between Burden’s steady camera and Dunn’s handheld one, Clarke adds dizzying swirls that rush past like a speeding subway train. A New York City native, Clarke made such other films as The Cool World and Portrait of Jason and won an Academy Award for her 1963 documentary Robert Frost: A Lover’s Quarrel with the World. This new print of The Connection is part of Milestone Films’ Shirley Clarke Project, which will preserve and restore a quartet of her best work.

The Connection is screening at Film Forum this weekend in a double feature with Lionel Rogosin’s On the Bowery, kicking off the three-week festival “New Yawk New Wave,” comprising seminal independent films made in and about New York City; among the other double features in the series are Jim McBride’s David Holzman’s Diary and Milton Moses Ginsberg’s Coming Apart, Kenneth Anger’s Scorpio Rising and Andy Warhol’s My Hustler, Martin Scorsese’s Mean Streets and Who’s That Knocking at My Door, and Brian De Palma’s Greetings and Hi, Mom!

LET MY PEOPLE GO!

Ruben’s (Nicolas Maury) candy-colored fairy-tale world comes crashing down in Mikael Buch’s LET MY PEOPLE GO!

LET MY PEOPLE GO! (Mikael Buch, 2011)
Quad Cinema
34 West 13th St.
Opens Friday, January 11
212-255-2243
www.quadcinema.com
www.zeitgeistfilms.com

Mikael Buch’s Let My People Go! is a charmingly wacky, unpredictable comedy that is filled with fun cinematic references, with the first-time feature-film director openly paying tribute to his many influences with an infectious glee. Nicolas Maury stars as Ruben, a French Jew living in Finland with his lover, Teemu (Jarkko Niemi). On his route one day, Ruben attempts to deliver a package to Monsieur Tilikainen (Kari Väänänen), who refuses to accept it once he sees that it contains a whole ton of money. As he suffers a heart attack on his front lawn, he wills the cash to Ruben, who initially doesn’t want it but eventually accepts it. But when he tells Teemu what happened, the incensed Teemu throws him out for having taken the money while leaving the old man dying on the grass. With nowhere else to go, Ruben returns to his crazy family in Paris, where he learns disturbing stories about his mother (Almodóvar regular Carmen Maura) and father (longtime French actor Jean-François Stévenin), his sister (Amira Casar) is in the midst of an ugly fight with her Palestinian-supporting goy husband, and his macho brother (Clément Sibony) is prepared to do whatever it takes to protect the crazy clan. Meanwhile, a distraught Ruben is offered a job in the family dry-cleaning business and gets entangled in an unfortunate sexual tug-of-war with respected lawyer and community leader Maurice Goldberg (Jean-Luc Bideau). Referencing a wide range of filmmakers including Jacques Demy, Wes Anderson, Woody Allen, Douglas Sirk, Vincente Minnelli, and Pedro Almodóvar, Buch and cowriter Christophe Honoré (Ma mère, Love Songs) have a grand old time with the oddball goings-on, which often go way too over the top or are too silly for their own good, but Maury manages to keep it all together with his sad-sack faces and physical comedy, evoking both silent movies and Hollywood musicals. Céline Bozon’s cinematography and Gwendal Bescond’s production designer, particularly in the candy-colored suburban fantasy world of Finland, continues the madness. Buch, who is still in his twenties, was born in France and raised in Taiwan and Barcelona, a diverse background echoed in the many cultural clashes and varied elements depicted in Let My People Go! The film opens January 11 at the Quad, with Buch on hand to participate in Q&As following the 7:20 shows on Friday and Saturday.