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Mini Reviews (January 2011)

The Echo, Frequently Asked Questions About Time Travel, Love Happens, Attenberg, The Agony and the Ecstasy of Phil Spector

The Echo (January 7/11)

Though it opens with a fair amount of promise, The Echo inevitably establishes itself as just another unpleasant, interminably paced horror effort that's been modeled after (superior) predecessors like The Ring and Dark Water. The movie stars Jesse Bradford as Bobby, a paroled convict who arrives at his dead mother's old apartment hoping to carve out a new life for himself - with trouble ensuing as Bobby begins hearing and seeing strange things within the building's dilapidated walls. Director Yam Laranas has infused The Echo with an almost ridiculously deliberate sensibility that's compounded by the plotless nature of Eric Bernt and Shintaro Shimosawa's screenplay, as the scripters stress Bobby's apartment-centric exploits to a degree that inevitably becomes oppressive (ie Bobby has a scary nightmare, Bobby discovers blood on his piano, etc, etc). It's due primarily to Bradford's strong, affable performance that the movie remains watchable for as long as it does, while the sporadic emphasis on Bobby's dealings in the world, including his efforts at winning back a former girlfriend (Amelia Warner's Alyssa), initially alleviates the tediousness of the apartment sequences. There reaches a point, however, at which the uneventful atmosphere becomes too much to comfortably take, with the most prominent casualty of Laranas' excessively laid-back modus operandi undoubtedly the horror elements that start to crop up towards the end (ie it's impossible to work up any interest or enthusiasm in such moments once they arrive). The end result is an underwhelming chiller that's unlikely to win over either horror fans or casual viewers, which is especially disappointing given the effectiveness of the performances and of the visuals.

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Frequently Asked Questions About Time Travel (January 8/11)

Frequently Asked Questions About Time Travel follows three offbeat friends (Chris O'Dowd's Ray, Marc Wootton's Toby, and Dean Lennox Kelly's Pete) as they find themselves unwittingly caught up in an adventure through time during a routine night out at the local pub - with their only guide on this perilous journey a helpful yet slightly incompetent woman from the future (Anna Faris' Cassie). Director Gareth Carrivick has infused Frequently Asked Questions About Time Travel with a consistently irreverent (yet surprisingly cinematic) sensibility that proves an ideal complement to Jamie Mathieson's off-kilter screenplay, with the lighthearted and affable atmosphere effortlessly perpetuated by the three leads and their irresistibly geek-centric banter (ie Pete refers to Star Wars as the "one with the big gold robot and the little fat mate.") And while Mathieson's script is chock full of references and discussions about various time-travel-related tropes - ie the grandfather paradox - it inevitably becomes clear that the film's overall effectiveness is diminished by the screenwriter's relentlessly lighthearted sensibilities (ie the characters' ongoing nonchalance towards their situation eventually becomes a little excessive). It's nevertheless impossible not to derive some amusement from Frequently Asked Questions About Time Travel, as the movie generally comes off as an amiable, well-meaning bit of escapist sci-fi - sorry, science fiction - that's sure to work best among aficionados of time travel stories.

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Love Happens (January 13/11)

Love Happens casts Aaron Eckhart as Burke Ryan, a successful self-help guru who undergoes a crisis of conscience after arriving in Seattle for a seminar - with his problems alleviated by an attractive (yet eye-rollingly off-kilter) florist named Eloise (Jennifer Aniston). It's an intriguing setup that is, at the outset, employed to unexpectedly promising effect by director Brandon Camp, as the filmmaker, working from a script cowritten with Mike Thompson, does a superb job of establishing Burke and his inherently compelling professional exploits - with Eckhart's typically electrifying performance certainly perpetuating the movie's engrossing atmosphere. The engaging nature of Burke's storyline, which also includes an interesting mystery involving his wife's death, is counterbalanced by Aniston's slick, sitcom-friendly work as Eloise, as the actress transforms her admittedly one-dimensional character into a stereotypical romcom heroine with more quirks than are reasonable (ie she writes obscure words behind hotel paintings, she has an off-the-wall best friend, etc, etc). There's little doubt, however, that the movie benefits substantially from its periodic emphasis on Burke's self-help sessions, with John Carroll Lynch's brief yet potent turn as a grieving father almost singlehandedly rescuing the proceedings on an all-too-infrequent basis. The progressively uneven atmosphere ensures that Love Happens suffers from a demonstrably hit-and-miss midsection, yet it's worth noting that certain revelations near the conclusion ensure that the movie finally packs a surprisingly resonant emotional punch - which ultimately cements the feeling that the whole thing would've been better off had Aniston's character been excised completely.

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Attenberg (January 19/11)

Though it improves steadily as it progresses, Attenberg has been infused with an unapologetically off-the-wall sensibility that effectively (and ultimately) diminishes the strength of its positive attributes (ie it's just too weird for its own good). Filmmaker Athina Rachel Tsangari's refusal to draw in the viewer certainly plays an instrumental role in the film's hand's-off atmosphere, as the writer/director kicks Attenberg off with a series of nonsensical, aggressively quirky vignettes (ie two people take turns spitting out of a window, a character recalls a dream involving a tree covered in penises, etc). It's not until around the half-hour mark that the movie's all-too-slight storyline becomes evident, with the narrative primarily following a socially inept young woman (Ariane Labed's Marina) as she attempts to deal with her father's imminent death and also her first sexual experiences. There's also little doubt that Tsangari admittedly does pepper the proceedings with a handful of compellingly authentic moments, including a touching sequence in which Marina engages in a frank discussion with her father (Giorgos Lanthimos) about the birds and the bees. The effectiveness of such moments is invariably canceled out by Tsangari's hopelessly bizzare modus operandi, however, with the aforementioned conversation immediately followed by Marina's efforts at making weird shapes with her shoulder blades. It's a shame, really, as Attenberg boasts a solid premise that could've (and should've) been used to poignant effect, though Tsangari seems content for the movie to exist as a mildly watchable yet thoroughly pointless art-house experiment.

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The Agony and the Ecstasy of Phil Spector (January 26/11)

The Agony and the Ecstasy of Phil Spector is a sporadically intriguing yet disastrously overlong documentary revolving around Phil Spector, as the famed producer is interviewed on a variety of topics - though the emphasis generally remains on his recent trial for murder. Filmmaker Vikram Jayanti's decision to pepper the proceedings with whole songs from Spector's body of work ultimately proves disastrous, with the barrage of music effectively holding the viewer at arm's length and ensuring that the film generally only works in fits and starts. It is, as a result, not surprising to note that The Agony and the Ecstasy of Phil Spector is at its best when focused on Spector's ramblings, as Jayanti does an effective job of eliciting a number of compelling diatribes and rants from the notoriously off-kilter figure. (The stretch in which Spector discusses his now-legendary afro surely stands as a high point within the proceedings.) There's ultimately little doubt, however, that Jayanti's pervasively abstract directorial sensibilities wind up canceling out the movie's positive attributes, with the subsequent lack of both context and momentum preventing The Agony and the Ecstasy of Phil Spector from becoming the probing piece of work that one might have expected (and hoped for).

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© David Nusair