Presley Chweneyagae is devastating in Gavin Hood’s TSOTSI, based on Athol Fugard’s only novel
TSOTSI (Gavin Hood, 2005)
The Pershing Square Signature Center
The Alice Griffin Jewel Box Theatre
480 West 42nd St. between Tenth & Eleventh Aves.
Monday, September 24, $13, 7:00
212-244-7529
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Every once in a while, a surprise movie comes along that just blows you away; Tsotsi is that kind of film. Based on the only novel by South African playwright and activist Athol Fugard, Tsotsi is set in the dangerous ghetto world on the outskirts of Johannesburg, where poverty goes hand in hand with violence. Presley Chweneyagae is simply remarkable as Tsotsi (South African for “thug” or “gangster”), the leader of a small group of hoods who pull off petty crimes — until they fatally stab a man on the subway, sending them into a dark and deadly tailspin. When Tsotsi shoots a woman and steals her car, he finds that there’s a baby in the backseat; he considers returning it or leaving it by the side of the road, but he instead brings it home, where he decides to take care of it himself — with the help of beautiful single mother Miriam (Terry Pheto). The baby triggers Tsotsi’s memories of his own horrific childhood, which writer-director Gavin Hood shows in brief but powerful flashbacks. Tsotsi struggles to keep the baby a secret from his cohorts, much the same as he tries to keep his past secret from everyone. But things soon come to a head, and Tsotsi must decide whether to reach inside his conscience — or for his gun. Chweneyagae dominates the screen from the very first moment, his intense stare filled with anger and hate, one of the most frightening you’ll ever see. Fortunately, Hood avoids any moments of sappy sentimentality or overemotional clichés, so you never know what’s going to happen next. The pulsing soundtrack of South African kwaito music comes from “Zola” Bonginkosi Dlamini, who also plays Fela. Reminiscent of such harrowing films about troubled children as Hector Babenco’s Pixote and Fernando Meirelles & Kátia Lund’s City of God, Tsotsi, which won an Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film, is a devastating, unforgettable story that will drive itself deep into your heart and soul. Tsotsi is screening on September 24 as part of the new Signature Cinema series, being shown in conjunction with the Signature Theatre’s New York premiere of Fugard’s The Train Driver, which continues at the Alice Griffin Jewel Box Theatre through September 23.
Culinary documentarian Paul Lacoste details the handing over of a world-renowned restaurant business from father to son in the appetizing if not wholly satiating Step Up to the Plate. In 1999, Lacoste kicked off his “Inventing Cuisine” series with an inside look at gourmet chef Michel Bras, followed by episodes focusing on Pierre Gagnaire, Gérald Passédat, Michel Troisgros, Olivier Roellinger, Michel Guérard, Pascal Barbot, Alain Passard, and Nadia Santini. Ten years later, when he learned that Michel was retiring and his son, Sébastien, would be taking over, Lacoste asked if he could document the transition, resulting in the Bras family welcoming the director into their restaurants and homes, although the results are sometimes surprisingly distant and empty rather than intimate and revealing. Over the course of four seasons, Lacoste follows Michel and his wife, Ginette, and Sébastien and his wife, Véronique, and their two kids from their franchise three-Michelin-star restaurant in the Aubrac region in the south of France to the glorious, stunning Michel Bras Toya Japon situated atop a mountain in Japan. Much of the film focuses on Sébastien creating a new dish, a special request from the director; the deeply intent chef stares at the plate, knowing something is missing but not sure what it is, the camera lingering, a bit too long, on his consternation. When he ultimately brings the dish to his demanding father, Sébastien declares, “Stop looking, taste it! Food is for eating,” to which Michel responds, “But you look at it first, you know.” It is fascinating to watch just how central a role food as both reality and concept plays in this close family’s life, especially as they entertain thoughts of a fourth generation someday grabbing the reins. But while Step Up to the Plate will leave you hungry to eat at their restaurants, it will also leave you hungry for more from the film itself.
Christopher Nolan’s challenging, insightful murder mystery stars Guy Pearce (L.A. Coinfidential) as Leonard Shelby, a man with no short-term memory; to remember things, he takes Polaroids and has important information tattooed on his body. Joe Pantoliano (The Sopranos) and Carrie-Anne Moss (The Matrix) costar in this thriller with a twist — the story is essentially told in backward time. You’ll want to see it in the theater because there is a quick shot at the end that will have you debating with the other viewers around you what you just saw; the shot loses its charm when you’re watching it at home and can freeze-frame the action so you can see what really happened.
The first half of Christopher Nolan’s nearly successful remake of Erik Skjoldbjærg’s creepy psychological thriller does a good job of building the tension so prevalent in the original, following it nearly scene by scene, but with one major flaw — creating definitive motive where in the 1997 Norwegian film there was doubt and soul searching. Ultimately, indie god Nolan gets trapped in showcasing Hollywood acting — his cast includes Al Pacino, Robin Williams, and Hilary Swank — obvious plot twists, and easy resolutions that pale in comparison to the original, which starred Stellan Skarsgård, bringing the whole film down. But Warner Bros. knows that most people will never see the 1997 original; that’s why the only mention of Skjoldbjærg’s film comes after the final acting credits, when most filmgoers are already on their way out of the theater.
Christopher Nolan turns to the world of magic in The Prestige, but you’ll feel like you’ve seen this rabbit pulled out of a hat before — especially if you checked out two other 2006 films, The Illusionist, Neil Burger’s murder mystery about a magician, and Scoop, in which Woody Allen plays a magician who gets caught up in a murder mystery with his “daughter” (Scarlett Johansson) and the son of a powerful lord (Hugh Jackman). In The Prestige, dueling magicians Robert Angier (Jackman) and Alfred Borden (Christian Bale) have a bitter relationship right out of Amadeus, with Angier being more the Salieri type and Borden the Mozart wunderkind. They each keep trying to up the ante with the constantly morphing trick called the Transported Man, eventually involving electricity expert and oddball Nikola Tesla (David Bowie) in the mix, as well as sexy magician’s assistant Olivia (Johansson). Parts of the film are indeed thrilling, and the ending packs a wallop, but much of the meat of the movie is far too repetitive and, ultimately, not quite believable.
