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    ‘Yanagawa’ Review: Her Spell

    Two brothers reconnect over a lost love in this drama from the Chinese filmmaker Zhang Lu.In the first scene of “Yanagawa,” a free-spirited Beijing bachelor, Lidong (Zhang Luyi), bums a cigarette from a stranger and blurts out that he has stage four cancer. But the actor delivers this devastating news so blithely that it’s not clear whether he really means it. It’s the first in what becomes a series of confusing moments in this art house drama from the Chinese filmmaker Zhang Lu (“Desert Dream”). Lidong convinces his cocky, unhappily married brother, Lichun (Xin Baiqing), to reconnect for a trip to Yanagawa, Japan. What ensues is a meandering rehash of Lidong and Lichun’s mutual romantic obsession with a long-lost childhood friend, Chuan (Ni Ni), who has grown into a beautiful, mysterious singer living in Yanagawa.If you’re looking for character arcs, surprises or narrative coherence, you’re likely to be disappointed by “Yanagawa.” But this is a Haiku of a movie, so better to fix your eyes on the characters walking into and out of the edges of the frame, the precise blocking and the prolonged continuous shots where each cut blends seamlessly into the next — not to mention the picturesque immersion into the film’s eponymous town.The camera, driven by the resounding technical control of Zhang and the cinematographer Park Jung-hun, is all-knowing and all-important. It effectively assumes the omniscient voice of a silent narrator. You’ve probably never watched with more interest as someone walks down a long hallway with their back to the camera, a visual refrain that happens repeatedly in “Yanagawa” yet feels inventive each time. The beats of the plot, then, become tangential to the overall impact of the film: It’s a quiet, elemental nourishment of the senses.YanagawaNot rated. In Chinese and Japanese, with subtitles. Running time: 1 hour 52 minutes. Watch on Film Movement Plus. More

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    ‘Bruiser’ Review: Of Fathers and Fractures

    A teenage boy is caught between the man who raised him and a new guiding figure in this affecting study of masculinity and coming of age.Three figures lie on the grass, their bodies splayed out as if unconscious, before one of them, the smallest of the trio, gets up and leaves. The shot, fading in at the start of “Bruiser,” is a visual metaphor of sorts — the image never recurs in the film, but serves as a tableau for this affecting study of masculinity, fatherhood and coming of age.A confident feature debut from the director Miles Warren, who adapted it with Ben Medina from a short film of the same name, the movie begins with the return of 14-year-old Darious (Jalyn Hall) from his new boarding school. He struggles to adjust, gets into a fight with a friend and, wanting to learn to protect himself, turns to Porter (Trevante Rhodes), a stranger he meets in the woods. We eventually learn that Porter grew up with Darious’s parents, Malcolm (Shamier Anderson) and Monica (Shinelle Azoroh), and in turn shares a complicated past with Darious.The connection that’s revealed about this man of the woods sounds more contrived on paper than in the film, which is buoyed by an often arresting score and strong performances from its cast, including the newcomer Hall. Warren uses an assured hand in treating the family melodrama with the tenderness of a tone poem. For most of the film, he avoids painting in broad strokes while ratcheting up the conflict between Porter, a tattooed veteran living on a boat, and the bespectacled, seemingly upright Malcolm.The two men’s rivalry becomes more of a struggle with the dark past they share and with how the terms of manhood often manifest in violence and domination. (These ideas take a somewhat uncreative, heavy-handed turn at the climax, though Warren partly justifies that approach by the end.) Darious ends up caught in the middle — it’s up to him to decide if he can get up and walk in a different direction.BruiserNot rated. Running time: 1 hour 37 minutes. Watch on Hulu. More

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    ‘Linoleum’ Review: Rocket Plan

    Jim Gaffigan plays a dual role as rival scientists in this mysterious yet surprisingly effective movie.“Linoleum,” the enigmatic feature from Colin West, is so determinedly coy in its early scenes that it risks losing the audience before the midway point. It’s well worth sticking around, though, as this sci-fi-flavored family drama more than repays our patience.The sky is falling on Cameron (Jim Gaffigan), a middle-aged scientist who once dreamed of being an astronaut. His wife (Rhea Seehorn) is divorcing him, his father’s dementia is worsening and he’s being removed as host of the children’s TV show he created. Worse, his replacement, Kent (also Gaffigan), is a former astronaut who looks like a harder, meaner version of himself — a resemblance Cameron notes right after Kent and his convertible crash out of the sky in front of him.The next object to rain from above is a satellite, from whose wreckage Cameron decides to build a rocket ship and reclaim his youthful ambitions. Yet “Linoleum” isn’t a generic, if bizarre midlife-crisis movie: For one thing, there’s a touching bond forming between Cameron’s daughter and Kent’s son (Katelyn Nacon and Gabriel Rush), misfits struggling to negotiate their sexual identities. Their scenes together are some of the loveliest in the film, and West handles them with a tenderness that tells us how much this relationship matters.As the story darkens and a growing chill freezes out its earlier whimsy, Ed Wu’s camera becomes increasingly distracted by the surreal: an eerily cracked astronaut’s helmet; a benign old woman loitering in the middle distance. And just when we’re wondering where all this is going, West executes a final act as devilish as it is emotionally potent. Maybe that tale of disappointment and abandoned dreams was really something else all along.LinoleumNot rated. Running time: 1 hour 41 minutes. In theaters. More

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    ‘My Happy Ending’ Review: When Life Goes Off Script

    Andie MacDowell plays a screen and stage star facing a cancer diagnosis in this film directed by Tal Granit and Sharon Maymon.“My Happy Ending,” about an actress starting chemotherapy, is based on a play by the Israeli writer Anat Gov, who died in 2012. The stage version was understood as a reflection of Gov’s own feelings about approaching death and a frank effort to confront audiences with the realities of cancer. But the labored screen adaptation shows regrettably few signs of personal fire, and many signs of a work that has been sapped of the intimacy of live theater.Directed by Tal Granit and Sharon Maymon, this Israeli-British coproduction is set in Britain, where Julia Roth (Andie MacDowell), a fading American film star who has just flopped in the West End, furtively turns up at a public hospital to undergo treatment for colon cancer. She hasn’t told her family of her diagnosis and is intent on keeping it secret, although Nancy (Tamsin Greig), her officious manager and friend, wants her to go public with it.Because the hospital doesn’t do private rooms, Julia soon meets three other patients: a relentless optimist (Sally Phillips), a Holocaust survivor (Miriam Margolyes) and a mother in her 20s (Rakhee Thakrar). They explain aspects of chemo that the pampered Julia has tuned out from her doctors. They also invite her to join their group role-plays, in which they imagine getaways to forget the pain.But at least onscreen, the fantasy sequences fall flat, allowing viewers too unrestricted an escape. It may also be that MacDowell lacks the range necessary to make sense of the script’s notions of Julia, who does not share the others’ perspective.My Happy EndingRated R. Language and marijuana use. Running time: 1 hour 29 minutes. In theaters. More

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    V&A Museum To Open David Bowie Archive

    The London museum will house more than 80,000 items from the star’s music career at a new David Bowie Center for the Study of Performing Arts. It will open in 2025.Over a 55-year career, David Bowie redefined the essence of cool by embracing an outsider status. Now, Ziggy Stardust and all of the musician’s other personas will have a permanent home.The Victoria and Albert Museum in London will house more than 80,000 items from Bowie’s career at a new David Bowie Center for the Study of Performing Arts, the museum announced on Thursday. The center, which will be at a new outpost of the museum called the V&A East Storehouse at Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park in the Stratford section of London, will open in 2025.“With David’s life’s work becoming part of the U.K.’s national collections, he takes his rightful place amongst many other cultural icons and artistic geniuses,” Bowie’s estate said in a statement. “David’s work can be shared with the public in ways that haven’t been possible before, and we’re so pleased to be working closely with the V&A to continue to commemorate David’s enduring cultural influence.”Bowie died in 2016, two days after his 69th birthday.In a statement, the museum said that the acquisition and the creation of the center had been made possible by a combined donation of 10 million pounds (about $12 million) from the Blavatnik Family Foundation and Warner Music Group, adding that the donation would support “the ongoing conservation, research and study of the archive.” Warner Music bought Bowie’s entire songwriting catalog last year.Beyond 70,000 images of Bowie taken by the likes of Terry O’Neill, Brian Duffy and Helmut Newton, the collection includes letters, sheet music, original costumes, fashion, other photography, film, music videos, set designs, instruments, album artwork, awards, and of course, fashion.Many of those will be familiar to fans: Bowie’s ensembles worn as his alter ego, Ziggy Stardust; Kansai Yamamoto’s costumes for the “Aladdin Sane” tour in 1973; the Union Jack coat designed by Bowie and the British designer Alexander McQueen for the 1997 “Earthling” album cover.Handwritten lyrics for songs like “Fame,” Heroes” and “Ashes to Ashes” will also be on display, including examples of Bowie’s cut-up technique. The artist looked to William S. Burroughs, the postmodern author, as inspiration to cut up written text and rearrange it into lyrics.Cut-up lyrics for “Blackout” from “Heroes,” recorded in 1977 by David Bowie.The David Bowie ArchiveIn 1997, Bowie told The Times that he worked with that method “about 40 percent of the time,” which, in that year, meant using a Macintosh computer.“I feed into it the fodder, and it spews out reams of paper with these arbitrary combinations of words and phrases,” he said.Bowie’s personal writing and “intimate notebooks from every year of Bowie’s life and career” and “unrealized projects” will also be on display, many of which have never been made available to the public, the museum said.The permanent collection comes 10 years after the museum created “David Bowie Is,” a vast survey that traced the beginnings of David Jones, a saxophone and blues player growing up in London, as he became David Bowie, a transcendent figure in music, art and fashion. The traveling exhibit made its final stop in 2018 in New York, the city Bowie called home at the end of his life.“I believe everyone will agree with me when I say that when I look back at the last 60 years of post-Beatles music, that if only one artist could be in the V&A it should be David Bowie,” Nile Rodgers, a longtime collaborator, said in a statement. “He didn’t just make art. He was art!” More

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    ‘Dancing the Twist in Bamako’ Review: Youth in Revolt

    Robert Guédiguian’s jaunty new film places a young romance against the backdrop of post-colonial Mali in the early 1960s.“Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,” William Wordsworth wrote about the early days of the French Revolution. “But to be young was very heaven!” “Dancing the Twist in Bamako,” a new feature from the French filmmaker Robert Guédiguian, nimbly captures both the kind of youthful ecstasy Wordsworth recalled and the disillusionment that so often follows.It’s the early 1960s, and the Republic of Mali (formerly French Sudan) is in the first flush of post-colonial optimism, having declared independence from France a few years before. Samba (Stéphane Bak) spends his days spreading the Marxist gospel promoted by the country’s president, Modibo Keïta, and his evenings at the Happy Boys’ Club, one of many nightspots in Bamako, Mali’s capital, that cater to the local appetite for Western pop music.Dressed in miliary-style fatigues, Samba and his comrades drive out to rural villages to lecture peasants and landowners on the virtues of collective agriculture. They are as enthusiastic about promoting the cause as having fun, and at first there seems to be no contradiction between politics and pleasure. It’s the ’60s! In the bedroom Samba shares with his music-obsessed brother, Badian (Bakary Diombera), there are posters of Ho Chi Minh and Otis Redding. Socialism and soul music seem like two sides of the same coin.The Projectionist Chronicles the Awards SeasonThe Oscars aren’t until March, but the campaigns have begun. Kyle Buchanan is covering the films, personalities and events along the way.The Tom Cruise Factor: Stars were starstruck when the “Top Gun: Maverick” headliner showed up at the Oscar nominees luncheon.An Andrea Riseborough FAQ: Confused about the brouhaha surrounding the best actress nominee? We explain why her nod was controversial.Sundance and the Oscars: Which films from the festival could follow “CODA” to the 2024 Academy Awards.A Supporting-Actress Underdog: In “Everything Everywhere All at Once,” don’t discount the pivotal presence of Stephanie Hsu.Eventually, all the posters will be torn down, and Samba’s experience will spin from disappointment to danger to tragedy. Guédiguian, many of whose previous films have been set in and around the French port city of Marseille, has a jaunty, slightly old-fashioned way with narrative. The plot of “Dancing the Twist” is busy, the emotions big, and the screen sometimes as crowded with character and incident as a page of Dickens.At the center is the love story between Samba and Lara (Alice Da Luz). The daughter of a lower-caste family, she has been forced into marriage with the loutish, drunken grandson of a village leader, a condition she tries to escape by stowing away in Samba’s truck. He helps her find work and a place to stay in Bamako, and soon they are the most dazzling couple at the Happy Boys’ Club. Samba is confident that the patriarchal traditions oppressing Lara will be swept away by President Keïta’s new order, just as surely as the powerful merchants and feudal bosses will share their wealth with the workers and peasants.Samba, whose father is a prosperous cloth manufacturer, is a protégé of the minister of youth. Restrictive trade policies split the young man’s loyalties between these two paternal figures — just one of the tensions that start to undermine his optimism, and the bright future he and Lara symbolize. Her husband and brother are hunting for her in Bamako, and a culturally conservative faction in the government has decided that European fashion and American rock ’n’ roll are corrupting Mali’s youth and begun a crackdown on the clubs.In a defiant speech to a room full of officials, Samba paraphrases Lenin, declaring that “Socialism is the Soviets, plus electrification, plus the twist!” To take another page from the left-wing songbook, he wants bread and roses, too. But his exuberant romanticism puts him increasingly at odds with his comrades, who are more interested in the cold exercise of power than in the joy of liberation.“Dancing the Twist in Bamako” is entirely, and not altogether persuasively, on the side of joy. Even the grim path of history — emphasized in an epilogue set 50 years later, during the rule of Islamists who restricted every kind of music — can’t suppress the film’s effervescence. Some of that comes from the music, a well-chosen sampling of English- and French-language radio hits. The cast is also dynamic and sincere in a way that gives the drama a buoyant teen-movie spirit even as it takes a grave turn. It’s affecting, but also a bit glib.Beautiful, though. Guédiguian (assisted by his director of photography, Pierre Milon) pays tribute to Malick Sidibé, a Malian photographer who documented the early years of independence, represented in the film as a genial presence with a narrow-brimmed fedora, on hand to record the turmoil and the delight of the young nation. He’s both a character and an aesthetic inspiration for the movie’s elegant, kinetic, color-filled frames, which conjure a lost but nonetheless vivid moment of bliss.Dancing the Twist in BamakoNot rated. In French, with subtitles. Running time: 2 hours 9 minutes. In theaters. More

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    The Raincoats’ Gina Birch Goes Solo (and Still Makes the Floor Rattle)

    At 67, a member of one of post-punk’s most influential bands is releasing “I Play My Bass Loud” and reflecting on decades of work pushing boundaries.In 1978, shortly after Gina Birch first moved to London to attend the Hornsey College of Art, she often found herself wanting to scream.In her more provincial Nottingham hometown, she had always been confident, but London made her feel naïve and lonely. Then 22, Birch lived in a squat without hot water, where the dirty dishes piled perpetually in the sink. Art was her salvation.She had just begun writing off-kilter songs with her classmate Ana da Silva, in their newly formed and soon to be influential post-punk band the Raincoats. The filmmaker Derek Jarman had recently screened his hallucinatory Super 8 shorts at Hornsey, and Birch was inspired. So one day she stepped in front of her camera, framed her own face in a tight close-up, and for the entire three-minute duration of a Super 8 cartridge, she simply screamed.More than four decades later, that sound is still echoing. The short will appear as part of the upcoming exhibit “Women in Revolt!” at the Tate Britain later this year. A riotous painting based off one of its stills, which she titled “Loneliness,” hung in London’s Gallery 46 as a part of her inaugural solo show as a painter in October 2022. Now, it is also the cover art of her spirited LP “I Play My Bass Loud” — her debut solo album, which she is releasing this Friday at age 67.“I feel very amazed and grateful for it,” Birch said of her late-career burst of creativity, speaking on a video call from her home in North London, where she lives with her husband, Mike Holdsworth, who works in the music industry. (Their two daughters were away at college.) “But a lot of the time I’ve been building toward this, because I’ve just been doing. I’m a doer.”Seated at her kitchen table in a goldenrod blouse and Kelly green sweater, Birch dotted her conversation with goofy wit, an irrepressible grin and the occasional “blimey!” Her strawberry-blonde hair formed an unruly halo around her face.“Once Gina gets into her stride, there’s no stopping her,” said the producer Martin Glover, known as Youth, a founding member of Killing Joke who worked on “I Play My Bass Loud.” Youth has collaborated with an impressive array of British artists throughout his career — including Paul McCartney, with whom he formed the duo the Fireman in 1993 — and considers Birch “up there with the best.” In a video call from his home in Andalusia, Spain, he praised her “open-wound honesty and complete fearlessness in expressing herself, and her failings of herself. I’ve rarely seen that so close up before.”The bass “provides different functions in different music, and as you get more into it, you realize its strengths and its gorgeousness,” Birch said.Guy Bolongaro for The New York TimesLast year Birch illustrated a book of the singer-songwriter Sharon Van Etten’s lyrics; the two met through Holdsworth in 2011, and Van Etten called her “so inspiring” in an email, adding that she admires Birch’s inclination “to not do what’s easy or expected” and “to let us continue to watch her learn as a part of her art.”Birch sings, writes and plays bass like someone who cannot help but be herself, and her distinct, sometimes contradictory personality oozes out of every track. She’s silly but also dead serious; she can be self-deprecating in one breath and thrillingly self-assured the next. Her solo songs likewise represent a tonal and thematic hodgepodge. “Digging Down” is a dub-inspired screed against — among other urban disruptions — construction noise. “I Am Rage” is an ode to female anger sung in a lilting, ironic whisper. The abstract “And Then It Happened” and the bouncy single “Wish I Was You” represent two completely different sonic approaches to one of the album’s central concerns: the hard-won and sometimes ecstatic self-acceptance that comes with age.Still, Birch and her bandmates in the Raincoats always had a certain unassuming chutzpah, even when they were just starting out. “There’d been articles going, ‘The Raincoats say they rehearse,’” she said. “But we did rehearse! We just didn’t rehearse in the way that people thought rehearsal should be. We weren’t sergeant majors playing to a metronome. We were feeling our way through in an organic way, and embracing the mistakes as we went along.”The Raincoats telegraphed an infectious, do-it-yourself ethos. “What we wore was odd,” Birch said, recalling their “messy hair and our inside-out clothes and our spots with stripes.” She continued, “What we sounded like was difficult. We were not pandering to a common taste. We were trying to do our own thing. But we had a hard-core fan base who got us.”Though the group was most active from the late 1970s to its first breakup in the mid-1980s, that fan base has grown exponentially over time. Bikini Kill, Sleater-Kinney and Angel Olsen have all cited them as formative influences.The Raincoats’ most famous fan, though, was also one of the most vehement: Kurt Cobain, who included a rapturous ode to the Raincoats and their self-titled debut album in the liner notes to the 1992 Nirvana album “Incesticide.” (A letter and a signed copy of the record that da Silva mailed him after they met in London, Cobain wrote, “was one of the few really important things that I’ve been blessed with since becoming an untouchable boy genius.”) Cobain’s adulation helped get the band’s first three albums back in print, but his sudden death thwarted a plan for the Raincoats to open for Nirvana on tour.Birch sings, writes and plays bass like someone who cannot help but be herself, and her distinct, sometimes contradictory personality oozes out of every track. Guy Bolongaro for The New York TimesBirch never met Cobain, but she has felt his presence guiding the Raincoats’ legacy. As she put it, with a wry tenderness, “I do feel like he’s watching us from the big attic in the sky.”Despite the earnestness of Cobain’s fandom, the Raincoats’ essence resists being defined in relation to a famous male frontman. They were at their core communal, anti-hierarchical and matter-of-factly feminist, tacitly encouraging other women who felt like they didn’t belong in the macho British punk scene. “I think quite a lot of women start there, feeling a little unsure of themselves or whatever,” Birch said. “And then as they find their feet, they realize they can make the floor rattle.”When Birch first picked up the bass, it was a practical decision: “It was one of those things where it seemed that the drum kit was too big, the guitar was too hard and I didn’t want to be the main singer,” she said with a laugh.She soon found it was a more powerful and versatile instrument than she’d ever realized. “If you’re listening to a lot of rock records, the bass isn’t something that is foregrounded, necessarily,” she said. “And yet in reggae and jazz, it’s the spine of the music. It provides different functions in different music, and as you get more into it, you realize its strengths and its gorgeousness.”As its title suggests, “I Play My Bass Loud” is a celebration of an often underappreciated instrument. Birch has an especially melodic way of playing, and her slinky, fluid grooves seem to relish their role in the spotlight. But she’s happy to share that spotlight, too: The title track features five female bassists, including Jane Crockford from the British post-punk group the Mo-dettes and Emily Elhaj, who plays in Angel Olsen’s band.“Feminist Song,” one of the album’s most striking tracks, is a poetic and anthemic statement of self that Birch has been playing live for at least a decade. Its chorus finds Birch honoring the plurality of her identity, her refusal to be boxed in: “I’m a fighter, I’m a believer,” she sings defiantly, “I’m a mother, I’m a cleaner, I’m an artist and I’m yours.”That sense of multiplicity extends to her other artistic expressions, too. Her paintings have an almost musical quality about them, in the way that they experiment with extremes of dissonance and harmony. “What I like about painting is you can make your own world,” Birch said. “You can make anything any size you want, any color, any depth. The world that you create is a world that you want to create.”In her recent return to painting — another medium in which she first dabbled in art school — Birch has once again come full circle, standing face-to-face with that 20-something version of herself. Her solo album is a celebration of that, too.“I suppose it is about growing into yourself,” she said, “or growing into the person you want to become or have become. If you can grow into a person that you like or are happy with, that’s pretty great. And I feel I’ve done quite well at that.” More

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    ‘Chocolat’: What France Knew

    Newly restored, Claire Denis’s quasi-autobiographical “Chocolat,” a child’s-eye view of French colonialism, is austere yet vivid.A young white woman revisits Cameroon and remembers an idyllic childhood in a French colonial outpost. Her name is France.Released in 1988, Claire Denis’s quasi-autobiographical “Chocolat” is the brilliant prelude to a great career, as demonstrated by the new 4K restoration revived for a week by Film at Lincoln Center.Denis served a distinguished apprenticeship, an assistant director to Jacques Rivette, Dusan Makavejev, Wim Wenders and Jim Jarmusch; she made her debut as a filmmaker in her early 40s with a confident, fully formed style. More visual than literary, “Chocolat” is at once open and elliptical, austere and vivid.France (the country as well as the child played by Cécile Ducasse) may be the nominal protagonist of the film, but its central character is Protée (Isaach de Bankolé), the colonial family’s handsome, fiercely self-contained “house boy.” His name is also allegorical, suggesting the shape-shifting Greek sea-god Proteus.France’s parents — her mother in particular — are dependent on Protée, and in the absence of other children, the servant is France’s closest companion. Keeping a respectful distance, Denis renders him unknowable, yet in his pride and humiliation, he provides the movie’s emotional depth. Reviewing in The New York Times, Vincent Canby wrote that Protée had “the manner of a prince, someone taken hostage in war, waiting to be ransomed.”Cameroon’s imminent independence is less referred to than implied, overshadowed by the episodic narrative. Alone when France’s father (François Cluzet) travels, her mother (Giulia Boschi) is frightened by a hyena and wooed by a ridiculous English diplomat. A neighboring family of missionaries decides to leave. An airplane malfunction strands a motley bunch of white people — a French planter with a secret African mistress, a defrocked priest and a frightened couple on their honeymoon — with the family for a month, affording a gallery of colonial types.An early American review of “Chocolat” compared its “intertwined themes of colonialism and forbidden love” to one of Somerset Maugham’s steamy Malaysian melodramas. Still, as a child’s apprehension of the adult world, the movie seems closer to Henry James’s “What Maisie Knew.” The oblique story line is refracted through, even as it frames, France’s (or “French”) innocence. The clarity of Denis’s compositions imbues the pampered isolation in which the family lives with tender regard and implicit horror.Discovering “Chocolat” at Cannes, Canby noted that, although “one of the more impressive films” at the festival, it was not especially well received by French critics. The Times, however, would be unusually supportive. When “Chocolat” opened in New York in 1989, Canby’s enthusiastic review occasioned features on both de Bankolé and Denis, the latter piece calling the movie “a brave attempt to probe an upheaval many French people would prefer to forget.”Denis cannot. She returned to Africa for her two strongest films, the 1999 “Beau Travail” (seventh in the recent Sight and Sound poll of cinema’s “greatest films”) and the 2010 “White Material,” a convulsive drama of political change shot in Cameroon and featuring de Bankolé as a revolutionary hero. As the films in her unofficial African trilogy were shot at roughly 10-year intervals, Denis may yet go home once more.ChocolatThrough March 2 at Film at Lincoln Center in Manhattan; filmlinc.org. More