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    ‘The Last Letter From Your Lover’ Review: Relationship History

    Shailene Woodley and Felicity Jones star as two women living in different eras struggling to uncover the truth behind a series of passionate love letters.In Augustine Frizzell’s “The Last Letter From Your Lover,” women have complicated relationships to their pasts — in more ways than one.After surviving a collision, Jennifer Stirling (Shailene Woodley), a socialite wedded to a distinguished English diplomat (Joe Alwyn), loses her memory. Jenny’s frazzled by her husband’s stuffy demeanor — is she supposed to be in love with this man? — yet everyone insists she used to lead a charmed existence. Skeptical, Jenny sets out to uncover the mystery of her own life, unearthing a P.O. Box and a collection of love letters hidden away in her husband’s study.From Jenny’s gilded 1960s milieu, we’re dumped into present-day London where a bedraggled journalist, Ellie Haworth (Felicity Jones), comes across the same letters while conducting research. A workaholic and reeling from a bad breakup, Ellie numbs the pain with messy one-night stands, though a charming archivist (Nabhaan Rizwan) chips away at her defensive veneer.As both women gradually piece together the truth in their separate but interwoven timelines, the dreamy origins of Jenny’s affair with a reporter, Anthony O’Hare (Callum Turner), come into focus.Adapted by Nick Payne and Esta Spalding from Jojo Moyes’s lengthy 2010 novel of the same name, “The Last Letter” is a compressed version of the romantic epic that cuts away all the rough edges, and with them, the longing and languorous feelings that uncontrollable passion entails. In short, it too efficiently glosses over multiple plotlines to have much of an emotional impact. What remains are mostly generic beats.Still, the formula is engrossing enough, and its midcentury vintage appeal — the pillbox hats, headscarves and swanky soirees — is particularly seductive.Ultimately, the past and present converge, yielding not a lesson on how radically different women overcome their painful histories, but a happy ending about the universal power of love — or whatever.The Last Letter From Your LoverNot rated. Running time: 1 hour 50 minutes. Watch on Netflix. More

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    Val Kilmer Documentary Review: The Iceman Cometh

    A documentary about Val Kilmer offers a self-portrait of the artist that’s personal but not quite intimate.The actor Val Kilmer is not only the subject of “Val,” a documentary directed by Ting Poo and Leo Scott. He also receives a cinematography credit, having shot many of the home movies and video diary entries that give the film its visual texture. More a self-portrait than a profile, “Val” tells the story of a Hollywood career with a candor that stops short of revelation. The tone is personal but not quite intimate, producing in the viewer a warm, slightly wary feeling of companionship.Hanging out with Kilmer, now in his early 60s, is an interesting, bittersweet experience. In on-camera interviews, he still radiates movie-star charisma, even though his voice isn’t what it used to be. Since being treated for throat cancer in 2014, he speaks through a tracheostomy tube, and his words are spelled out in subtitles.What he says in his own raspy, electronically distorted voice is supplemented by narration — read by his son, Jack — that reflects on the ups and downs of a career that was never quite what he wanted it to be. Kilmer muses on the way acting crosses and blurs the boundary between reality and illusion, concluding that he’s spent most of his life “inside the illusion.”A Juilliard graduate with a passionate sense of craft, he ascended to Hollywood in the less-than-golden age of the 1980s. His best-known roles are probably still Iceman, the jaunty, square-jawed heavy in “Top Gun,” and Batman, whose suit he wore, not very comfortably, in between Michael Keaton and George Clooney. When Kilmer visits Comic-Con, the autograph seekers want him to sign memorabilia from those movies. But to appreciate the full range of his talent, you are better off cuing up “The Doors,” “Tombstone” and of course “Heat,” in which he credibly holds his own alongside Al Pacino and Robert De Niro.In outline, “Val” is a standard biographical documentary, tracing an arc from childhood through struggle, triumph and more struggle. We see Kilmer with his parents and brothers, hear about his marriage to the British actress Joanne Whalley and witness on-set and backstage shenanigans with the likes of Sean Penn, Tom Cruise and Marlon Brando.Conflicts with directors and castmates, and Kilmer’s tabloid-fueled reputation for “difficulty,” are mentioned in passing, but “Val” is neither a first-person confessional nor a journalistic investigation. It seems to arise, above all, from the desire of a sometimes reluctant celebrity and frequently underestimated artist to be understood. With a combination of wit, sincerity, self-awareness, and the narcissism that is both a requirement and a pitfall of his profession, Kilmer succeeds in explaining himself, or at least convincing us that we never really knew him before.ValRated R. Rough language. Running time: 1 hour 49 minutes. In theaters. More

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    ‘Eyimofe (This Is My Desire)’ Review: Always Hustling

    The film follows the lives of two individuals in Nigeria who dream of immigrating to Europe to better their prospects.The Nigerian feature “Eyimofe” is about many different things — migration, exploitation, misogyny — but it’s primarily about money. Following the lives of two individuals in Lagos, both of whom dream of immigrating to Europe to better their prospects, the film traces a web of Nigerian naira — currency needed for hospital bills, housing bills, lawyer bills, endless bills — that entraps the characters, sucking them in deeper the harder they try to escape. They’re at the mercy of a city where every interaction is a transaction, and where the myths of bootstrap capitalism come to die.Mofe (Jude Akuwudike), who leads the first of the film’s two halves, lives in a cramped slum with his sister and nephews, and works as a mechanic at a dangerously ramshackle repair shop to save up enough to immigrate to Spain. Rosa (Temi Ami-Williams), the focus of the film’s second chapter, lives in the same neighborhood with her pregnant teenage sister. Rosa works two jobs, and yet is forced to deal with unsavory characters — including a predatory businesswoman and a lovesick landlord — to pay her bills and procure visas to Italy.Both Mofe and Rosa are struck by harrowing personal tragedies that in a different film — and with different actors — might take over the narrative. Both characters, however, keep moving with the stoicism of someone for whom hardship is the norm. Besides, there isn’t really any time to mourn: The bills continue to pile up, with even death involving a complex bureaucracy and hefty price. Rosa sees a glimmer of hope when an American expat begins dating her, but she’s soon forced to succumb to the very stereotype his rich, condescending friends have of her: a gold digger. Survival and manipulation are blurred when one is so desperate, leaving little room for anything as sincere as desire.With aerial shots of Lagos’s bustling marketplaces and a sound design attuned to the city’s chatter, the directors, Arie and Chuko Esiri, evocatively capture a milieu where everyone — rich or poor — is always hustling and bargaining. The cinematographer Arseni Khachaturan shoots on warm, grainy 16-millimeter film, which emphasizes not just the vibrant colors of Lagos but also its textures. The heat, dust and crumbling facades of Mofe and Rosa’s world contrast with the rarefied air and glossy surfaces of the venues where Rosa’s boyfriend takes her on dates. The portrait of life that emerges organically from this understated, observant approach makes “Eyimofe” the rare social realist drama that conveys critique without didacticism and empathy without pity.Eyimofe (This Is My Desire)Not rated. In Nigerian English with subtitles. Running time: 1 hour 56 minutes. In theaters. More

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    ‘Holy Beasts’ Review: Cinematic Dreams Within Dreams

    Geraldine Chaplin offers a commanding performance in this sleek tropical thriller.The meta thriller “Holy Beasts” follows a group of artists who gather in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic, to complete the unfinished project of their friend, the filmmaker Jean-Louis Jorge, who was murdered in 2000. This is a sleek, intellectual homage within a homage, a fictional consideration of what it means to continue the legacy of a real artist who has been lost.The story follows Vera (Geraldine Chaplin), a former star who has taken on the role of director. She is flanked by Victor (Jaime Pina), her potentially shady producer, and Henry (Udo Kier), her mysterious choreographer. On her set, Vera acts as the guardian of Jorge’s memory, the interlocutor for his ghostly presence. But Vera’s task becomes complicated as members of her cast turn up dead, and her tropical setting pushes the production toward catastrophe.For inspiration, the characters watch clips of Jorge’s films. Through those excerpts, the directors, Israel Cárdenas and Laura Amelia Guzmán, show how Jorge mixed kitsch and melodrama to create a vibrant cinematic style. Elements of Jorge’s methods are visible here — the natural setting, the gaudy costumes, the beauty of young dancers — but the lens holds a different perspective. Here, the camera holds back, observing the drama in long, static takes filmed from a distance.It is a credit to both the intelligence of the filmmakers and to Chaplin’s commanding performance that the movie effectively encourages its audience to consider the same questions that haunt Vera: Does this image capture the spirit that animated Jorge’s work? A theremin score weaves its way through the soundtrack, a spectral reminder that what sounds like a human voice might only be an electric facsimile.Holy BeastsNot rated. In Spanish and English, with subtitles. Running time: 1 hour 30 minutes. Watch on Film Movement Plus. More

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    ‘Night of the Kings,’ ‘Lucky’ and More Streaming Gems

    Find something off the beaten path to fill those summer nights at home.It’s not just summer blockbuster season at the reopened multiplexes; the streamers are going big as well, with mega-productions like “The Tomorrow War” and “Fear Street” dominating ad space and home pages. But if those aren’t your cup of tea, no worries — we’ve got a handful of American indies, foreign flicks and thoughtful documentaries to fill your summer nights.‘Big Bad Wolves’ (2014)Stream it on Amazon.The Netflix movie “Gunpowder Milkshake” isn’t solely of interest because of its all-star cast; it’s also the first feature film in seven years from the director Navot Papushado, whose previous picture was this gruesomely effective thriller, co-written and co-directed with Aharon Keshales. When a child is kidnapped and murdered in horrifying fashion, the victim’s father and a renegade cop separately conspire to kidnap the lead suspect and torture him for information; all three men end up in an isolated cabin, where Papushado and Keshales ingeniously use, and twist, our preconceived notions of good, bad and evil. Wildly unpredictable and darkly funny, though not for the weak of stomach.‘Life of Crime’ (2014)Stream it on Netflix.With every passing year, it seems more certain that “Jackie Brown” is the finest film of Quentin Tarantino’s career — yet with all of that residual and mounting good will, audiences still haven’t discovered this breezy crime comedy, which amounts to a “Jackie” prequel. Adapted from Elmore Leonard’s 1978 novel “The Switch,” “Life of Crime” introduces the characters of Ordell Robbie, Louis Gara and Melanie Ralston (here played by Yasiin Bey, John Hawkes and Isla Fisher) as they get themselves mixed up in a plot to kidnap a rich socialite (Jennifer Aniston). Daniel Schechter directs with a deft, light touch, and his screenplay nicely captures the offhand humor and sprung storytelling rhythms of Leonard’s novels.‘Night of the Kings’ (2020)Stream it on Hulu.“This is your first time here?” Blackbeard asks the new inmate Roman, who nods; “here” is the notorious La Maca prison of the Ivory Coast, and the early scenes of Philippe Lacôte’s electrifying drama offer up plenty of disturbing details of life inside. But realism soon gives way to ritual, as Blackbeard — the Dangôro, or inmate king — anoints young Roman to tell stories to the prison’s population during that night’s red moon. Roman (played with an appropriate mixture of fear and intensity by Koné Bakary) is terrified by this makeshift state and its tough crowd, but he works through that fear, and as he gains his confidence, his voice becomes more forceful, and his stories come to vivid, often majestic life.‘Sword of Trust’ (2019)Stream it on Netflix.The director Lynn Shelton’s final feature film was this shambling, loose-limbed, slightly melancholy and thoroughly enjoyable ensemble comedy, which is about as charming as any film about a Confederate sword can be. That sword has just been left to Cynthia (Jillian Bell) by her grandfather, who insisted it was proof that the Confederacy won the war; Marc Maron co-stars as a pawnshop owner who discovers that, nonsensical back story or not, the sword is worth quite a bit of money, and a rather nervous road trip to a potential seller ensues. As was her custom, Shelton fills the film with telling and poignant character moments, and Maron does his finest acting to date.‘Frances Ferguson’ (2019)Stream it on Amazon.The Austin-based filmmaker Bob Byington has, over the last decade, honed a specific and unmistakable style — his films are short, funny, self-aware, unapologetically peculiar and unfailingly wry. His latest is the story of a small-town schoolteacher (Kaley Wheless) who becomes embroiled in a sex scandal, less motivated by lust than boredom and marital unhappiness (the loathing with which she and her husband regard each other is one of the film’s best running jokes). Wheless, who also co-wrote the story, is a real find, her arid-dry line readings a good match for Byington’s sardonic wit. And the narrator, Nick Offerman, just about steals the picture with searching voice-overs like, “Every story has a miscreant. A rapscallion. A … scallywag? I may need a thesaurus to go on.”‘They Came Together’ (2014)Stream it on Hulu and Amazon.It’s been 21 years since the runaway success of “Scary Movie” both brought back the spoof film — which had floundered since the glory days of Mel Brooks and the “Airplane” team Zucker-Abrahams-Zucker — and hastened its conclusion, as the film’s various sequels, spinoffs and alumni projects all but buried the form in witless, laughless exercises in pop culture shout-outs. The sole oasis in the desert of dumb is David Wain’s uproariously funny sendup of twinkly romantic comedies, featuring Amy Poehler and Paul Rudd in a “You’ve Got Mail” riff as competing candy merchants in New York City, which feels (all together now) “like another character” in their story.‘Lucky’ (2017)Stream it on HBO Max.Few film actors have enjoyed a send-off as affectionate as Harry Dean Stanton, the inimitable and prolific character actor (with over 200 credits to his name) whose penultimate film role was also one of his few leads. He plays the title character, a 90-year-old firecracker and curmudgeon who knows his end is near, but isn’t going out quietly. The director John Carroll Lynch is a distinguished character actor himself — he played Frances McDormand’s husband in “Fargo” and the lead suspect in “Zodiac” — and he handles his leading man with affection and respect, surrounding him with a handful of friends and previous collaborators, including David Lynch, Tom Skerritt and Ed Begley Jr.‘Let the Sunshine In’ (2018)Stream it on Hulu.Though the director Claire Denis and the actor Juliette Binoche are two of the most fascinating forces in French cinema, they had never worked together before this character-driven drama. It’s an ideal collaboration, however, spotlighting their unique gifts and take-no-prisoners attitudes in their work. Binoche is in top form as a Parisian artist seeking happiness, but not via the usual cinematic solution of a male partner — though there are partners, many of them, and the various ways in which they fail her provide both rich comic situations and wise emotional resonance.‘Beats, Rhymes and Life: The Travels of A Tribe Called Quest’ (2011)Stream it on Amazon.The actor Michael Rapaport — best known for his fast-talking turns in films like “True Romance” and “Bamboozled” — proved himself an accomplished documentarian with this loving yet candid tribute to the groundbreaking ’90s rap group A Tribe Called Quest. Much of the picture is an evocative music history, of the trends and sounds of their original era, which the filmmaker affectionately captures. But it gets into trickier waters in documenting their reunion for the “Rock the Bells” tours, capturing long-simmering resentments and ugly conflicts, becoming something of a “Let It Be” for hip-hop heads.‘Becoming Mike Nichols’ (2016)Stream it on HBO Max.According to Mark Harris’s recent (and excellent) biography “Mike Nichols: A Life,” the venerated stage and screen director would, in his later years, spend a fair amount of rehearsal time telling stories of the good old days. One gets a taste of that in this documentary, which features his final interviews (conducted in the summer of 2014) on the stage of the John Golden Theater, where he and Elaine May performed their Broadway show. Focusing on his early years — it ends with his Oscar win for “The Graduate” — the film offers a brief yet informative snapshot of his directorial approach and philosophies. But it’s most valuable as a personality portrait; he’s sharp as a tack and endlessly funny, his comic timing and personal anecdotes honed and refined over years of storytelling. More

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    In ‘Xiao Wu,’ a Wandering Pickpocket in the People’s China

    Jia Zhangke’s debut feature, released in the United States in 1999 and newly restored, follows a nowhere man around his nowhere city in China.Made for a pittance with nonprofessional actors, officially unapproved in China and first shown in the United States in 1999, Jia Zhangke’s debut feature “Xiao Wu” depicted a deadbeat Chinese protagonist and a backwater milieu few Westerners had ever seen.That movie, revived by Film at Lincoln Center in a new 4K restoration, is both downbeat and transcendent.“Xiao Wu” is set in Jia’s hometown in central China, Fenyang. The title character is an aimless, alienated pickpocket — described in a New York Times review as “a nondescript young man in a shabby city who practices his trade without remorse, compassion or evident fear although he is known to the police.” Some critics were reminded of Robert Bresson, whose 1959 “Pickpocket” is a masterpiece of elliptical cinema.Observational, mainly in medium shot and almost plotless, “Xiao Wu” has a documentary quality. The titular character, played by Wang Hongwei, is introduced while waiting for a bus; once aboard, he beats the fare with the smirking claim he is a policeman, then casually picks the pocket of the passenger beside him.An unlikely tough guy — indeed, something of a loser with thick Woody Allen glasses and a cigarette-lighter that plays a few bars of “Für Elise” — Xiao Wu has his act down. The world, however, is changing. As local TV welcomes “the return of Hong Kong,” sleepy, half-urbanized Fenyang has begun to offer the fruits of the free market — karaoke, beauty salons, cheap sound systems.News reaches Xiao Wu that his former partner in crime, now a legitimate businessman trafficking in hostess bars and wholesale cigarettes, is about to marry. Xiao Wu is pointedly uninvited to the wedding and constitutionally unable to move on from his criminal life. The pickpocket is less a product of the new China than an antisocial element who fails to modernize. Asked by the karaoke hostess, Mei-Mei, whom he ambivalently courts, what he does for a living, he tells her that he’s “a craftsman who earns his money with his hands.”Mei-Mei is sufficiently impressed to encourage him to buy a beeper so she can alert him when she’s free. Xiao Wu buys her a ring as well. And each purchase, in its way, promotes his undoing. (Technology is part of the movie’s subtext. Anticipating Jia’s use of science fiction elements in his later, naturalistic films, TV subtly mediates crucial aspects of Xiao Wu’s life.)Remarkable for a movie made entirely with nonactors, “Xiao Wu” thrives on extended scenes of personal interaction — Xiao Wu with his former friend, his parents, the police and, mainly, the diffidently wooed Mei-Mei. Significantly, his single moment of liberation occurs when he finds himself alone in an empty public bath. In the film’s final scenes, society prevails. Xiao Wu himself becomes an object lesson, another commodity in the marketplace, contemplated by the crowd as a pop song asks, “Who is the hero?”As can happen with first films, “Xiao Wu” has a purity unique in its maker’s oeuvre. But it is also an auspicious beginning to one of the most impressive careers in 21st century cinema.Xiao WuJuly 23-Aug. 5 at Film at Lincoln Center, Manhattan; filmlinc.org. More

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    Is ‘Loki’ a True Marvel Variant? Or Just a Fun Experiment?

    The latest Disney+ superhero show embraced chaos in its storytelling. Is Marvel willing to do the same within its ever expanding universe of films and TV shows?One thing Marvel knows how to do is expand a story. Think back to the nascent days of the Marvel Cinematic Universe in the early ’00s. The so-called Phase 1 was about building out the superhero roster with individual film narratives that would dovetail into a big crossover movie: “The Avengers.” A decade and a half later, the crossovers are old hat, the Easter eggs are expected, and a spate of new movies and TV shows continue to provide an influx of stories and characters that branch off into their own universes. More

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    Carol Easton, Biographer of Arts Figures, Dies at 87

    Curious about creativity, she chronicled the lives of Agnes de Mille, Jacqueline du Pré, Samuel Goldwyn and Stan Kenton.Carol Easton, whose curiosity about creativity inspired her to write biographies of four prominent figures in the arts — Stan Kenton, Samuel Goldwyn, Jacqueline du Pré and Agnes de Mille — died on June 17 at her home in Venice, Calif. She was 87. More