Monday Film

by James McNally on September 9, 2002

in Film Festivals, TIFF

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Love Liza (USA, 2002, Todd Louiso, director): This is the feature directorial debut of actor Todd Louiso (and yes, he talks and acts exactly like his character in High Fidelity). Philip Seymour Hoffman plays Wilson Joel, a man whose wife has committed suicide before the film begins. We follow Wilson as he tries to carry on, unable to open the suicide note she left for him, becoming addicted to sniffing gasoline fumes, and trying to make friends among radio-control car/boat/plane enthusiasts. If it sounds a bit wacky, it is. It’s also beautiful and very very sad. Hoffman is a genius at playing lovable sad sacks, and he’s even better than usual here, carrying the entire picture on his slumped shoulders. The wonderful Jack Kehler (who played the artistic superintendent in The Big Lebowski) provides excellent comic relief. Philip’s brother Gordy Hoffman wrote the screenplay, and the film took four years to get made. Obviously a labour of love. A gorgeous melancholy soundtrack from Jim O’Rourke adds immeasurably to an already powerful film. 10/10

Sunday Films

by James McNally on September 9, 2002

in Film Festivals, TIFF

Morvern Callar (UK, 2002, Lynne Ramsay, director): I was looking forward to seeing Samantha Morton in this, hoping that for once she’d have a role where she spoke more than a few sentences (having seen her in Sweet and Lowdown and Minority Report). Alas, she plays yet another nearly mute enigma. Although she’s fascinating to look at, she’s not given much to work with here. She plays the title character, who wakes up one morning to discover her boyfriend has killed himself in her kitchen, leaving his finished novel on the computer with instructions for her to submit it to a publisher for him. Instead, she puts her own name on the manuscript before submitting it, dumps his body, and takes a pal on holiday to Spain. Between shots of a hedonistic party lifestyle she apparently wants to leave behind, and some shots of her looking at her hand or insects, not much else happens. 6/10

Auto Focus (USA, 2002, Paul Schrader, director): Fascinating material here. Auto Focus is a film about the life and murder of TV actor Bob Crane, best known for playing the titular character in Hogan’s Heroes. The film traces Crane’s career during and after the series, focusing on his increasing involvement with John Carpenter, a man with whom he picked up women and made pornographic films. I was hoping that Schrader would try to dig a little under the surface, since obviously this man was leading a double life, but instead he gives us a strangely upbeat voice-over from Bob Crane, who can state with equal chirpiness “the show was a big hit” and “John Carpenter was acquitted of the murder.” It was almost as if the point he is trying to make is that Crane himself had no insight into his duality, and no real guilt, either. It made the film oddly unsatisfying, as if there should have been more “weight” to the story. Nonetheless, Greg Kinnear (as Crane) and Willem Dafoe were superb. 7.5/10