Takashi Miike riffs on multiple genres in the endlessly delightful HAPPINESS OF THE KATAKURIS
THE HAPPINESS OF THE KATAKURIS (Takashi Miike, 2001)
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Tuesday, May 7, 8:15
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Japanese genre king Takashi Miike, who has made more than one hundred films in his twenty-two-year career, outdoes himself in The Happiness of the Katakuris, an endlessly inventive tale of the Katakuris, a family that moves to the middle of nowhere to run a country inn. The only problem is that when guests finally arrive, they all end up dead — in bizarre, ridiculous ways — and the father decides to bury them instead of reporting the incidents, in order to protect the inn and the family’s future. Miike (Ichi The Killer, Audition, Thirteen Assassins) masterfully mixes comedy, romance, Claymation, music, murder, and mayhem in this enormously entertaining and highly original movie that is filled with a never-ending bag of surprises. The Happiness of the Katakuris is screening in a 35mm print May 7 at 8:15 as part of the IFC Center series “The Modern School of Film” and will be followed by a discussion with Brooklyn-based choreographer Mark Morris; the series continues May 9 with John M. Stahl’s 1945 melodrama Leave Her to Heaven, with Neil LaBute on hand to talk about it, May 13 with Andrei Tarkovsky’s The Mirror and Bill T. Jones, and May 28 with Vittorio De Sica’s Miracle in Milan and Laurie Anderson.
Tammy Caplan and Joe Tyler Gold’s Desperate Acts of Magic is an amateurish if well-meaning vanity project that is desperately in need of actors who can do magic and magicians who can act. Gold who wrote the film, inspired by his own experiences, and produced and edited it with Caplan, stars as Jason Kant, a magician trying to make it in the business, following in the footsteps of his childhood magic camp friend Steve Kramer (Jonathan Levit), who gets all the good gigs and hot women. After being swindled by the beautiful Stacy Dietz (Valerie Dillman), Jason discovers that she is a magician as well, and the two decide to start working on an act for an important magic contest. But Stacey turns out to be wild and unpredictable, so Jason teams up with groupie Ellen Taylor (Sascha Alexander) instead, which leads to a whole set of different problems as the contest approaches. Unfortunately, none of the magic in Desperate Acts of Magic, all of which was done for real, with no camera tricks, is very interesting. It might be cool to insiders, but it all seems like standard card, coin, and flower tricks to the less initiated; the movie mentions such superstars as David Copperfield, David Blaine, Criss Angel, and Penn & Teller, but all of the magic in the film is of supremely lower scale. Gold and Caplan, who plays Brenda, also have an agenda that gets tiresome, promoting the idea that women should be more than just assistants but equals to men in the business, especially when it comes to being the main magician. (The production notes stress that this is essentially the third movie in history to feature a female magician.) Gold gives his character the last name “Kant,” perhaps a reference to philosopher Immanuel Kant or even Kant Magic Shop, but it probably should have been spelled “Cant.” The lone saving grace is Dillman, who is excellent as the deeply troubled Stacey, but otherwise Desperate Acts of Magic pulls no rabbits out of any hats. The film opens at the Quad on May 3, with Gold, Caplan, and Dillman participating in Q&As following various screenings on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
If director Ryan Gielen’s Turtle Hill, Brooklyn feels real, that’s because it was written and produced by real-life partners Brian W. Seibert and Ricardo Valdez, who star as on-screen couple Will (Seibert) and Mateo (Valdez), and takes place in their Sunset Park apartment, in a neighborhood they have redubbed “Turtle Hill” for this gentle, understated slice-of-life drama. It’s Will’s thirtieth birthday, and Mateo is getting ready to throw a big party in their backyard patio. But when Will’s sister unexpectedly shows up early in the morning and suddenly discovers that her brother is gay — and is clearly not okay with that kind of lifestyle — Will and Mateo start examining themselves and their relationship as friends start arriving for the celebration, where there’s lots of food and drink as well as discussions about politics, same-sex marriage, immigration, drugs, discrimination, and America itself, none of which comes off as pedantic. Things, however, threaten to become volatile when a gym trainer stops by, exciting Will and unnerving Mateo. Shot with a handheld camera by Andrew Tank Rivara, the film invites the audience into the party, as if they are guests as well, surrounded by friends and family. (Indeed, many of the guests are friends of Seibert and Valdez’s.) It’s a welcoming atmosphere filled with believable situations and characters, even though Seibert and Valdez have explained that the plot is not autobiographical. And the film avoids the potential pitfalls of pushing a gay agenda by simply allowing the story to play out organically, resulting in an involving tale about two people in love, facing a pivotal moment in their lives together. A film festival hit across the country, Turtle Hill, Brooklyn, which won the Audience Award for Best Narrative Feature at 2011’s NewFest, opens May 3 at the Quad, with Gielen, Seibert, and Valdez participating in Q&As following the 7:00 and 9:00 screenings on Friday and Saturday.
A key film that helped lead 1960s cinema into the grittier 1970s, Bob Rafelson’s Five Easy Pieces is one of the most American of dramas, a tale of ennui and unrest among the rich and the poor, a road movie that travels from trailer parks to fashionable country estates. Caught in between is Bobby Dupea (Jack Nicholson), a former piano prodigy now working on an oil rig and living with a well-meaning but not very bright waitress, Rayette (Karen Black). When Bobby finds out that his father is ill, he reluctantly returns to the family home, the prodigal son who had left all that behind, escaping to a less-complicated though unsatisfying life putting his fingers in a bowling ball rather than tickling the keys of a grand piano. Back in his old house, he has to deal with his brother, Carl (Ralph Waite), a onetime violinist who can no longer play because of an injured neck and who serves as the film’s comic relief; Carl’s wife, Catherine (Susan Anspach), a snooty woman Bobby has always been attracted to; and Bobby’s sister, Partita (Lois Smith), a lonely, troubled soul who has the hots for Spicer (John Ryan), the live-in nurse who takes care of their wheelchair-bound father (William Challee). Rafelson had previously directed the psychedelic movie Head (he cocreated the Monkees band and TV show) and would go on to make such films as 