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    ‘Passion’ Review: Friends Fall Apart

    Belatedly making its U.S. debut, a 2008 film from Ryusuke Hamaguchi (“Drive My Car”) offers new insights into his abiding themes and sensibilities.The director Ryusuke Hamaguchi’s latest film to premiere in U.S. theaters, “Passion,” is also one of his oldest — a confident if uneven new piece of 15-year-old context for one of cinema’s most acclaimed contemporary auteurs, whose “Drive My Car” last year earned the Oscar for best international feature.Never before released in the United States, “Passion” (2008) is Hamaguchi’s second feature, his student thesis from his time in Tokyo film school. (His first was a remake of Andrei Tarkovsky’s art-house landmark “Solaris”; no one can accuse Hamaguchi of lacking ambition.) Like certain influential early career films that preceded it — Barry Levinson’s “Diner,” Lawrence Kasdan’s “The Big Chill” — “Passion” has a low-fi, hangout feel, flush with the youthful indie energy and forgivable pretensions of an artist who believes that filmmaking matters. Hamaguchi is still a student but already finding his voice.The plot is likewise loose, literary: A group of young academics and professionals reunite to discover their lives are growing apart. When Kaho (Aoba Kawai, heartbreaking) and Tomoya (Ryuta Okamoto) announce their engagement, the group’s many internal love affairs, past and present — a love hexagon, give or take a side — begin to roil their little group’s surface cohesion.In “Passion” we see marks of the artistic sensibilities and preoccupations that characterize Hamaguchi’s later films like “Car” and “Asako I & II” (2018): the intimate close-ups; the philosophical musings; the unbiased compositions; the themes of betrayal, compromise and need. We also see shared flaws: the indulgent run-time, the occasional overwriting and lapses in tone. I’ll take those minor flaws in exchange for what, in hindsight, signaled the emergence of a serious artist.PassionNot rated. In Japanese, with subtitles. Running time: 1 hour 55 minutes. In theaters. More

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    ‘Hilma’ Review: An Artist With Spirit

    The film gets off to a rough start, but the director wins the audience back with his sincere connection to the artist Hilma af Klint.Before production started on his guilelessly charming biopic “Hilma,” about the mystical artist Hilma af Klint, the Swedish filmmaker Lasse Hallstrom insisted on a séance to meet his subject. The painter, who died in 1944, believed that spirits guided her to create symbols which, when mounted together, would illustrate an energy map of the universe.In her lifetime, af Klint was seen as a kook — and her occult work was barely seen at all. Before she died, she stipulated that her paintings remain hidden for another two decades. Though she was painting abstract canvases before Wassily Kandinsky or Piet Mondrian, af Klint’s eye-popping color combinations didn’t emerge until the moment Mary Quant could have slapped them on a minidress.“Hilma” likewise gets off to a rough start. Hallstrom’s script is inked in simplistic lines. It’s a humorless caricature of period-piece conventions, complete with heavy-handed depictions of sexism — “That girl, she paints — paints!” The classic telltale cough of doom arrives courtesy of her younger sister Hermina (Emmi Tjernstrom), whose death kick-starts the artist’s fixation on the great beyond.Yet, Hallstrom wins the audience back with his sincere connection to af Klint, played in her bullheaded youth by his daughter, Tora Hallstrom, and in her muttering years by his wife, Lena Olin. He and the cinematographer Ragna Jorming challenge themselves to see through af Klint’s eyes, animating her overpowering images of spirals and lines until they swirl around her body. Some visual experiments work, like lingering shots of a raspberry’s geometry or a flayed horse’s veins. Others are merely odd, like when he intermittently manipulates footage to look like an early silent film.What emerges is a softly supernatural story about a futurist who behaved as selfishly as any retrograde male genius. The narrative thrust comes from af Klint’s insensitivity toward her fellow female artists in the theosophic collective, The Five, particularly her lover and patron, Anna Cassel (Catherine Chalk). Hallstrom credits that insight to his beyond-the-grave conversation with af Klimt. Believe him or not, the emotions onscreen have true power.HilmaNot rated. Running time: 2 hours. In theaters. More

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    ‘Rare Objects’ Review: A Woman Under the Influence

    Actors are given a long and generous leash in this sometimes compelling, sometimes tepid drama about mental illness from Katie Holmes.For long stretches of its two-hour running time, “Rare Objects,” a story of recovery and addiction based on Kathleen Tessaro’s novel of the same name, is a heavy, somewhat slow-moving drama that seems perhaps better suited to the stage.Julia Mayorga stars as Benita, a young woman recently discharged from a mental institution, who is slowly and carefully putting her life back together, one day and one paycheck at a time. She talks at length about her life with her loving but critical mother (Saundra Santiago); gets a low-paying but honest job at an esteemed antique dealer, where she receives compassionate treatment from the owners, Peter (Alan Cumming) and Ben (Derek Luke); and makes fast friends with Diana (Katie Holmes), an incredibly wealthy heiress whom she met at the hospital.“Rare Objects” proceeds sluggishly, and a bit ponderously, as characters take on a staid air and say things that mean little but sound deep, like, “Some people need to be seen before they can hear.” Holmes is a generous but indiscriminate director of actors: She has the tendency, not uncommon among actors turned directors, of extending a cast of inconsistent talent a degree of latitude better reserved for the heaviest hitters. (She doesn’t have this problem with her own performance, which is both compelling and well-situated in the context of the film.)At times, the style of the movie gets in the way of the simple effects of the drama — a couple of pointlessly showy long takes add nothing and are a distraction — while a few baffling creative decisions threaten to spoil the good elsewhere. Cumming has a particularly moving scene in which he grieves the anniversary of the death of a lover over a boozy dinner — a scene very nearly ruined by the inexplicable choice to surround him with multiple empty martini glasses, something no restaurant on earth would do.Rare ObjectsRated R for strong language and mature themes. Running time: 2 hours 3 minutes. In theaters and available to rent or buy on most major platforms. More

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    ‘Suzume’ Review: Gods, Spells and Instagram Posts

    Makoto Shinkai’s latest animated film, about a girl who accidentally unleashes chaos over Japan, is at once mythical and thoroughly modern.Makoto Shinkai is often praised as a descendant of the great Hayao Miyazaki for his masterly animation, and his latest film, “Suzume,” is no exception. The film speaks the same cinematic language, employing an ethereal, emotive color palette that enlivens every splash of water and blade of grass.You can spot Miyazaki’s influence in more than just the visuals. There are familiar symbols and themes: The portal doors, the cursed male hero and a few narrative moves in the resolution all scream Miyazaki’s “Howl’s Moving Castle,” while the exploration of memory and grief mirrors his “Spirited Away.”I’ll stop the Miyazaki comparisons there because Shinkai showcases plenty of his own narrative and directorial signatures in “Suzume.” He’s created a thoroughly modern world of both old and new forms of magic, of spells and old gods and of Instagram posts and texts. Like a locomotive chugging uphill, the story’s stakes are quickly raised to the scale of natural disasters and mythical phenomena, while Shinkai puts an emphasis on specific towns and regions in Japan, grounding us in the real world even as he whisks us away to other worlds.What’s particularly exciting in “Suzume” is the story’s start. Seventeen-year-old Suzume wakes up from an otherworldly dream and heads off to school. On the way, she encounters and tries to follow a mysterious stranger named Souta but ends up in the ruins of an old resort, where she stumbles upon a free-standing door floating in a shallow bank of water. She opens it, and soon flaring wind, flying debris and massive red tendrils reach out and consume the darkening skies of Japan. This is only 10 minutes in. Shinkai doesn’t give you a chance to gauge your interest in its story; he immerses you immediately in the movie’s mythos and spells so that you have no choice but to offer your attention.At the ruins, Suzume finds out she has unwittingly released a cute but troublesome cat-god that Souta calls the keystone, which caused the door to unleash a monstrous earthquake-causing beast beneath Japan. Souta is a “closer,” someone who finds and shuts doors to prevent such destruction — but the keystone has transformed him into a sentient three-legged chair to prevent him from completing his mission. Suzume must then help Souta in an odyssey across Japan, making new friends while the two race to stop a catastrophic equivalent to the 1923 Great Kanto Earthquake.It’s not just the drama that works. Shinkai delivers hilarious physical comedy in the awkward gambols and leaps of Souta the three-legged chair — a refreshing reversal of the trope of the handsome young love interest who leads the naïve girl on a journey. Shinkai is nothing if not a sentimental director, but here, instead of making the flirtation between Suzume and Souta the film’s emotional crux, thankfully he focuses in on the relationship between Suzume and her mother, a nurse who died in the aftermath of an earthquake when Suzume was 4.Though the film does work as a metaphor about growth and loss, it never elaborates the rules of its world, which detracts from the narrative. The film, like Shinkai’s last, “Weathering With You,” can’t decide if it wants to be an outright climate change parable or just a fictional story that references real climate disasters. Inspired by the 2011 Tohoku earthquake and tsunami, “Suzume” doesn’t fully square its mythology with those real environmental tragedies — or with humanity’s accountability in the inevitable monstrous acts of the natural world — and what this all means for the film’s plot and resolution. Unclear character motivations and murky magical logistics raise more questions than provide answers.Which is what makes “Suzume” a fascinating, frustrating film. It doesn’t fulfill the promise it made in that truly stellar first act: to launch us into an adventure that crosses regions and planes but lands us steady back on our feet.SuzumeRated PG. In Japanese, with subtitles. Running time: 2 hours 2 minutes. In theaters. More

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    ‘Human Flowers of Flesh’ Review: The Life Aquatic

    This contribution to slow cinema observes the quiet routines of a captain and her crew as they sail a small boat across the Mediterranean.Anyone who (like me) savors the aquatic sequences in “Avatar: The Way of Water” but tires of its action and visual effects might find an intriguing art-house substitute in “Human Flowers of Flesh.” The serene feature, directed by the German filmmaker Helena Wittmann and largely shot on 16-millimeter film, is about as far as one can get from a blockbuster, but it shares with “Avatar” a love of seafaring, a reverence for briny blue hues and an inclination to surrender to the quiet grandeur of nature.The film unfolds as a series of cinematic seascapes captured onboard a boat sailing from Marseille toward Algeria. The captain, Ida (Angeliki Papoulia), and her crew are seldom shown speaking. Instead, they laze about on the sun-baked planks, read books and poetry, play board games or contemplate the horizon as waves rock the ship. Traversing sea and shore, the characters seem most comfortable near and on the water, and Wittmann follows their lead, rarely letting the Mediterranean leave ear- or eyeshot.There is little story beyond the snatches of conversation we receive, but “Human Flowers of Flesh” brims with visual and aural detail from the rocky coasts and gurgling reefs. Because of the scarcity of dialogue, the film’s few lines acquire outsize importance and can sometimes feel overwrought, as when a crew member reads aloud about wanderers who find comfort in the world’s smallness. Better to let the ocean water do the talking — it could babble for hours.Human Flowers of FleshNot rated. In English, French, Portuguese, Tamazight and Serbo-Croatian, with subtitles. Running time: 1 hour 46 minutes. In theaters. More

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    ‘Everything Went Fine’ Review: To Be or Not to Be?

    This French drama about a woman whose father wants a medically assisted death is both bracingly unsentimental and a touch inert.The latest film from the prolific French director François Ozon, “Everything Went Fine” is a drama about assisted suicide that wears tragedy lightly. Understated almost to a fault, the film pitches its tone somewhere among the looming sorrow, gentle comedy and bureaucratic tedium that death, especially when planned, can entail. If the result is bracingly unsentimental, it’s also a touch inert — a little too poised to compel emotionally.Adapted from a 2013 memoir by the French writer Emmanuèle Bernheim, “Everything Went Fine” traces the resentments and fears that unfurl around Emmanuèle (Sophie Marceau) when her 80-something father, André (André Dussollier), asks her to help him end his life after he’s partially paralyzed by a stroke. She finds herself caught amid competing responsibilities: to a father who was often cruel to her, as we see in flashbacks; to her mother (Charlotte Rampling), sick herself and seemingly indifferent to her estranged husband’s plight; to a man from André’s past whose fraught relationship with the patriarch emerges in a late revelation; and, above all, to herself.The caprices of the characters pose repeated threats to Emmanuèle and André’s heist-like plan of getting him to Switzerland, where medically assisted death is legal. Dussollier is formidable, vacillating between desperation and entitlement, but there’s a repressed quality to the movie — and to Marceau’s performance — that mutes the emotions, sanding down conflicts to pat exchanges. Where “Everything Went Fine” opens up into thornier (and richer) territory is in the practical intricacies of euthanasia. When Emmanuèle tells André that the entire process will cost him 10,000 euros, he asks, glibly, “I wonder how poor people do it?”“They wait to die,” she coolly replies.Everything Went FineNot rated. In French, with subtitles. Running time: 1 hour 53 minutes. In theaters. More

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    Cannes Film Festival 2023 Lineup Includes Wes Anderson and Todd Haynes Movies

    Over 50 movies will be screened at the event, including Johnny Depp’s first major film since a defamation trial and Martin Scorsese’s latest epic.Movies by Wes Anderson, Todd Haynes and Ken Loach will compete for the Palme d’Or at this year’s Cannes Film Festival, the event’s organizers announced during a news conference on Thursday.Also in the running for the festival’s top prize will be films by the returning winners Wim Wenders, Hirokazu Kore-eda, Nuri Bilge Ceylan and Nanni Moretti.But Martin Scorsese will not compete at the festival, which opens May 16 and runs through May 27. Instead, his eagerly anticipated movie “Killers of the Flower Moon,” which stars Leonardo DiCaprio and is about the murder of Osage Indians in 1920s Oklahoma, will appear out of competition. Thierry Frémaux, Cannes’s artistic director, said during Thursday’s news conference that the festival wanted “Killers of the Flower Moon” to play in competition, but Scorsese had turned him down.The Wes Anderson picture in competition is “Asteroid City,” about a space cadet convention that is interrupted by aliens; Todd Haynes will show “May December” a love story about a young man and his older employer, starring Julianne Moore.Ken Loach, whose movies focused on working-class life in Britain have twice won the Palme d’Or, will present “The Old Oak,” about Syrian refugees arriving in an economically depressed English mining town.A jury led by the Swedish director Ruben Ostlund will choose the winner. Ostlund won last year’s Palme d’Or for “Triangle of Sadness,” a satire of the international superrich; he also took the 2017 award for “The Square,” a sendup of the art world.Of the 19 titles in competition, five are directed by women, including the Cannes veterans Jessica Hausner and Alice Rohrwacher, and Ramata-Toulaye Sy, a French-Senegalese newcomer.Many of the highest profile titles at this year’s event will be shown out of competition. The festival will open with “Jeanne du Barry,” a period drama about a poor woman who becomes a lover of King Louis XV of France. It stars Johnny Depp in his first major role since he won a defamation trial against his ex-wife Amber Heard.Other high-profile movies scheduled to premiere at Cannes’s 76th edition include “Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny,” directed by James Mangold — the final movie in the Harrison Ford adventure series about a globe-trotting archaeology professor — and Pedro Almodóvar’s “Strange Way of Life,” the Spanish director’s second movie in English. Starring Ethan Hawke and Pedro Pascal, that movie is a short western about a reunion between two hit men.Wim Wenders, the German director who won the 1984 Palme d’Or for “Paris, Texas,” has two films in the official selection. In the main competition, he will show “Perfect Days,” which Frémaux said was about a janitor in Japan who drives between jobs listening to rock music. Out of competition, Wenders will show a 3-D documentary about Anselm Kiefer, one of Germany’s most revered artists.Frémaux said that over 2,000 movies were submitted for the festival, although only 52 made Thursday’s selection. Of those, one other notable title is Steve McQueen’s “Occupied City,” about Amsterdam under the Nazis. Frémaux said that McQueen, the director of “12 Years a Slave” and “Widows,” had made a “very radical” film that was several hours long. But, Frémaux added, watching it, “you won’t fall asleep.” More

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    ‘One True Loves’ Review: A Romance Lost at Sea

    A film adaptation of Taylor Jenkins Reid’s novel has potential for drama, but it stumbles on stock melodrama.A woman stands on a dock, staring out at the sea through a set of binoculars, hoping for the impossible and refusing to accept the inevitable. “Emma, it’s your third day out here,” her sister tells her desperately. “I’m going to stay out here, as long as it takes,” Emma responds.It’s hard not to see these early moments of overwritten, stock melodrama in “One True Loves,” the ham-fisted film adaptation of the Taylor Jenkins Reid novel, as something like scenes in a comedy sketch. Emma (Phillipa Soo) has lost her husband (Luke Bracey) — he was her high school sweetheart — in a helicopter crash, a fact she reluctantly accepts. Slowly, she moves on with her life, eventually reconnecting with an old best friend (Simu Liu) and becoming engaged.But when her husband returns, back from the dead after surviving on an island for four years, the film homes in on her struggle to choose her one true love. Because of its poor pacing, and awkward sequencing and editing, however, the movie clumsily sets up this romance-pulp plot in its first half. Basic storytelling components are also ignored, as if entire scenes are missing, so that “One True Loves,” directed by Andy Fickman, stumbles even as a piece of Hallmark sappiness.There is potential for some meaty drama — in its best moments the film reads like a “Cast Away” spinoff, stretching out the rainy scene climax when Tom Hanks returns to his wife and is met with the cold, cleareyed truth that life has moved on without him. These late glimmers, though, are mostly drowned out. The Marvel superstar Liu and Soo, who is Broadway royalty, may seem suddenly exposed for a lack of innate star power here, but in a film like this, they’ve really just been left stranded on their own island.One True LovesRated PG-13 for some suggestive material and language. Running time: 1 hour 40 minutes. In theaters. More