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Review: Apart from You
In Apart from You, writer-director Mikio Naruse repeats several of the superficial stylistic flourishes of his previous film Not Blood Relations, accentuating the narrative's overly melodramatic turns of plot with flashy camera movements that effectively reiterate and replay the film's themes on an ad nauseum loop-de-loop. Yet it is nonetheless a much more focused and sustained work, bearing some evidence—via several beautifully visualized superimpositions—of the director's developing interest in character psychology. Little surprise, as attested by the films to follow, that it is Apart from You's female characters who are most vividly realized, yet this unfortunately creates something of an imbalance as the film primarily focuses on caricatured male lead Yoshio (Akio Isono), a delinquent teenager who comes to love and eventually lose Terukiku (Sumiko Mizukubo), the young woman in the employ of his geisha mother Kikue (Mitsuko Yoshikawa). At certain moments Yoshio comes off as a romanticized Narusian auto-critique, an adolescent precursor to the lacerating male alter ego in the director's great Anzukko. More often he's just two-dimensional deadweight diverting attention from his more intriguingly shaded female counterparts whose soulful sufferings for their gentleman cipher's protracted and hollow redemption take precedence over their occasional, welcome detours into insightful and nuanced personal backstory. Apart from You is finally all frustrated anticipation, nowhere more evident than in the climactic train station farewell, a sequence that plays out along all the expected, semi-effectual dramatic lines, yet suffers immeasurably when considered in light of Naruse's twilight masterpiece Yearning wherein a similar, emotionally heightened departure is subversively and devastatingly reworked.
Cast: Mitsuko Yoshikawa, Akio Isono, Jun Arai, Sumiko Mizukubo, Tokkan Kozo, Chouko Iida, Reikichi Kawamura Director: Mikio Naruse Screenwriter: Mikio Naruse Distributor: Shochiku Running Time: 61 min Rating: NR Year: 1933 Buy: Video
Review: Tesla Takes Vividly Postmodern Assault on Biopic Conventions
A profound sense of restlessness and loneliness haunts Michael Almereyda's film, which reinvigorates the biopic genre.3
Biographies are often weighed down by obligation. Regardless of medium, one often has to wade through many pages or minutes of exposition—usually pertaining to genealogy and frustrations and failures—in order to get to the "why" of our interest in a person's life. Several recent biopics have shaken up this formula, most notably Josephine Decker's Shirley, which utilized elements of author Shirley Jackson's life as the foundation for a furious psychological roundelay that feels intensely of the moment. With Tesla, writer-director Michael Almereyda similarly combats the numbing aura of retrospection that can plague the biopic, filtering the professional life of Nikola Tesla (Ethan Hawke) through a series of postmodern conceits that intensify the mystery of the inventor and futurist.
Retrospection is a bane of the biography, giving the impression that its subject's narrative is set in stone, in the process shortchanging the chaos and immediacy of life. By contrast, Tesla is concerned with what specifically drew Almereyda to Tesla, namely what the filmmaker doesn't know about his subject. These concerns conjoin into a governing idea: the media's legacy of insidiously shaping our knowledge. Tesla is hosted by Anne Morgan (Eve Hewson), daughter of wealthy industrialist J.P. Morgan (Donnie Keshawarz), and she underlines the difference between the perceived facts and legends of Tesla's life, as well as the flights of fancy that Almereyda indulges for dramatic effect. Most evocatively, she compares Google entries about Tesla and a few of the major players in Tesla's life, particularly his brief employer and rival, Thomas Edison (Kyle MacLachlan), who has twice as many searches as Tesla.
Of course, Edison is a legend taught in schools everywhere, while Tesla is a cult figure, even though the latter pioneered the channeling of alternating current, or AC, while Edison was devoted to direct current, or DC. Anne observes to the audience that only a handful of pictures of Tesla exist online, which are often Photoshopped to suggest differing shots. Such a sleight of hand implies a breadth that doesn't exist, nurturing our already inherent tendencies to consume bits of information quickly, lazily filling in gaps of knowledge with presumption.
Similarly, traditional biopics patly reduce a life to a formulaic three-act structure, imparting an impression that we know the story and that the story is inspiring without complication. The online series Drunk History, which Almereyda claims as a source of inspiration, and Jake Kasdan's Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story mercilessly parody this proclivity of biographers. Hollywood's able to make lives as diverse as those of Ray Charles and Johnny Cash appear similar through highly manipulative and highly pleasurable formula.
With Anne's self-conscious hosting, with jarring breaks in "period" detail, with stylized blow-ups and backdrops that alert us to Tesla's identity as a simulation, mixing elements of truth with mythology, Almereyda reinvigorates the biopic. It's freeing to see a film like this concerned with gaps in knowledge, which allows for existential role-play that's more dramatic, chaotic, and very much in the moment, than the canned homilies that often lard more typical scenes in the genre. (Paul Schrader's more radical and austere Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters also appears to have been an influence on Almereyda.)
In one of Tesla's most moving sequences, Almereyda utilizes several alienating devices at once. After Tesla illuminates the World's Fair in Chicago with AC current in 1893, working for another industrialist, George Westinghouse (Jim Gaffigan), Edison invites him to lunch. Edison apologizes for not believing in Tesla before and offers him a blank check for a future project, while giving him a preview of his Kinetoscope, the peepshow precursor to cinema. This kind of scene, in which a hero's daring is gratified, is traditional to the biopic. Then Anne tells us this encounter never happened, and Edison steps to the bar to grab a Coca-Cola, light a cigar, and check his iPhone. The puncturing of this scene's reality is more than a clever stunt; it's heartbreaking, expressing and denying our own yearning for closure, via narratives, as well as the need for security, to dream and innovate, which Tesla never quite continuously found.
A profound sense of restlessness and loneliness haunts Almereyda's film. Tesla's illumination of the World's Fair is visualized by a beautiful, fleeting blown-up still that probably reflects the tight resources of the film's production while suggesting the small comfort the glory might've provided the inventor, who was always pushing forward to the next idea. Tesla is first seen entering the doorway of a prosperous courtyard, perhaps in an echo of the final shot of John Ford's The Searchers, and we see that he and the other partygoers are on roller skates, which he struggles with, drifting by musicians and acquaintances without much connection. Tesla is full of such metaphors, which are somehow cheekily obvious and haunting at the same time.
The framing device involving Anne gives Almereyda license to skip around in time, structuring the film primarily as a series of dialogues between Tesla and various captains of industry who could help him in his endeavors, and who often either discourage him, abandon him, or rip him off. This structure lends itself to a parable of the relationship between capitalism, innovation, and art-making, with Tesla as a creative who's too obsessive to "play the game" as Edison does. Edison, Westinghouse, and Morgan help to forge what would become the modern idea of America, while Tesla dreams of wireless transmissions of electricity through the Earth—a notion that would be more prescient than anyone at the time could possibly fathom.
Almereyda doesn't fuss over the capitalist theme by allowing his characters to make comfortable political points. Edison, Westinghouse, and Morgan aren't villainous Big Daddy stereotypes, but individualized men, hounded by loss, who channel their anguish into vast seizures of power. They see in Tesla the brilliant drifter they might have themselves become if they had less control over their demons. Edison is particularly fascinating, as MacLachlan imbues him with a kind of poignant smugness; the character is never more vulnerable or funny than when lashing out passive-aggressively at Tesla, especially when he deliberately misremembers a perceived debt. Strikingly, Edison is also accorded the film's most romantic scene, in which he offers to teach Morse code to his future second wife, Mina (Hannah Gross), tapping her hand while claiming that they can communicate without speaking. (Tesla, the dreamer, is incapable of such intimacy, and Hawke plays him without sentimentality.)
The film's reference to modern technology gratifies Tesla's dreams, while suggesting that the timeline here might be a multidimensional slipstream. Doesn't wireless place us in less fantastical version of such a slipstream, as we consume information from various periods, mashing stimulation together in a frenzied torrent that leaves us feeling somewhat placeless? Almereyda suggests that these men felt that feeling ahead of their times, especially Tesla, and he dramatizes this grappling via scenes of insular, poetic, handwringing intensity, which cinematographer Sean Price Williams shrouds in soft, earthy light that often obscures the men's faces, suggesting that we only know them via hearsay, and that they can't fully see themselves. One moment, in which the actress Sarah Bernhardt (Rebecca Dayan) is bathed in heavenly AC light, is the closest this film comes to offering Tesla a love duet. It's a moment in which the man's brilliance actually, for once, brings him closer to someone.
Cast: Ethan Hawke, Kyle MacLachlan, Eve Hewson, Jim Gaffigan, Donnie Keshawarz, Ebon Moss-Bachrach, Josh Hamilton, James Urbaniak, Lucy Walters, Rebecca Dayan, Hannah Gross, John Palladino, David Kallaway Director: Michael Almereyda Screenwriter: Michael Almereyda Distributor: IFC Films Running Time: 102 min Rating: PG-13 Year: 2020
Review: The Overstuffed Project Power Fruitlessly Mixes Realism and Fantasy
The film is an unwieldy array of muddled ideas that never gel together into a cohesive whole.1
Henry Joost and Ariel Schulman's superhero film Project Power lives in its fusing of realism and fantasy. Though its social commentary isn't nearly as tone deaf as that of David Ayer's Bright, the film is an equally clunky and disjointed affair, haphazardly alternating between scenes depicting a young girl's struggle to achieve her dream of becoming a rapper, a former military officer looking for his missing child, and the intrigue tied to controversial military testing and a new War on Drugs. A few dashes of superhero action, hamstrung by slapdash CGI work, render most sequences visually incoherent, while the excessive amount of references to the film being set in New Orleans mostly succeeds at making the "Boston Strong" rallying cry seem understated by comparison.
At the center of the film's high-concept premise is a street drug called Power that gives anyone who takes it superhuman powers for five minutes. At the start of Project Power, the drug has already fallen into the hands of dealers throughout New Orleans, and the nefarious deeds committed by those who've ingested it are being combated by a trio of living, breathing clichés, each provided with their own trite, threadbare character arc. Joseph Gordon-Levitt plays Frank, a local cop who goes rogue, leveling the playing field by dosing up on Power with the help of a low-level dealer, Robin (Dominique Fishback), who's only in the game to help pay for her mom's exorbitant medical bills. An ex-soldier, Art (Jaime Foxx), is also in the mix, hunting down the head distributors of Power, who are holding his daughter (Kyanna Simpson) captive and using her mysteriously special DNA as the source for the experimental drug.
At one point, Project Power starts to open up interesting lines of inquiry when it conflates the expansion of the drug's presence in inner cities with that of crack cocaine in the 1980s. But that potential is squandered almost as soon as it's revealed that the only two people who've died from overdoses on Power are white. Indeed, Project Power evinces no interest in the drug's war on black bodies, as communities of color are treated like wallpaper throughout the film: Just about the only feel we get for life in such communities are in glimpses of Saints or Pelicans sports gear and the occasional "Who Dat" group chant.
While the film judiciously places the blame for the chaos wrought by Power at the feet of the wealthy and influential, its portrait of corruption is as unimaginative as the name of its main villain, Biggie (Rodrigo Santoro). And in limiting its scope of who's actually involved in the testing and distribution of the drug to only Biggie and Gardner (Amy Landecker), a suit who may or may not have government ties, the film refuses to implicate any particular institution, leaving its critique on the War on Drugs, at best, murky and toothless. Ultimately, Project Power is simply too weighed down by an abundance of narrative threads and abrupt tonal changes. In aiming to have a little something for seemingly every demographic, the film becomes an unwieldy array of muddled ideas that never gel together into a cohesive whole.
Cast: Jamie Foxx, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Dominique Fishback, Rodrigo Santoro, Courtney B. Vance, Amy Landecker, Colson Baker, Tait Fletcher, Allen Maldonado, Andrene Ward-Hammond, Kyanna Simpson Director: Henry Joost, Ariel Schulman Screenwriter: Mattson Tomlin Distributor: Netflix Running Time: 111 min Rating: R Year: 2020
Review: Get Duked! Is a Cheeky Mashup of Social Critique and Genre Thrills
Get Duked! offers enough evidence to suggest that Ninian Doff may be a new comedic voice to look out for.2.5
Three juvenile delinquents from the big city and a home-schooled nerd are thrust into the Scottish Highlands and hunted down by a pair of upper-crust psychopaths hellbent on preserving the purity of their country's bloodline. On paper, that's a pretty straightforward premise, but Ninian Doff's feature debut seamlessly weaves blunt yet forceful social critique into its story, which cheekily mashes up horror, comedy, and adventure film tropes. The result is a taut genre exercise that delivers enough surprises and cleverly timed bits of humor for its sometimes familiar, uneven narrative beats to play an original tune.
Doff wisely wastes no time on needless exposition, setting an irreverent tone right from the start as the four teens view a VHS tape from the 1980s that explains the purpose of an adventure competition to win the Duke of Edinburgh Award—getting young delinquents "out of the city and into the countryside"—with a wink and a nod to the classist and racist impulses embedded in such bourgeois programs of cultural assimilation. While few attempts beyond that are made to expand on this commentary, Get Duked! takes great pleasure in mocking the ruling class, with Eddie Izzard and Georgie Glen donning human skin masks and playing their parts as hunters of lower-class kids with an appropriately unrestrained and gleeful lunacy.
The trio of rabble-rousing friends from the city—Dean (Rian Gordon), the leader of their pack, DJ Beatroot (Viraj Juneja), a wannabe rapper, and Duncan (Lewis Gribben), a dopey pyromaniac—are joined by Ian (Samuel Bottomley), the dorky outsider who actually chose to come along for the ride. And in the film's first half, Doff relies primarily on the verbal jousting between the foursome to keep things lively as they struggle to find out who's hunting them across the Highlands and, after accidentally using the wrong piece of their map to roll a joint, where exactly they're supposed to be heading. And while there are stretches here that seem to drag, suggesting that the film is trying to get its bearings, Doff is actually rather meticulously putting pieces of the plot in motion that will, in some cases, pay off later in the story.
Get Duked! really leans into the sheer absurdity of its scenario when two bumbling small-town police officers (Kate Dickie and Kevin Guthrie), wrongfully suspicious of a terrorist plot involving pedophiles, urban gangs, and zombies, arrive on the scene. In one particularly ludicrous sequence, DJ Beatroot—who has long been ribbed for both his lack of fans and for not realizing that his rap moniker is also a type of vegetable—finally gets his moment to shine. After stumbling upon a barn full of farmers who've been enjoying one of his many self-hyped mixtapes, DJ Beatroot is instantly celebrated. The group even turns him on to the hidden psychedelic properties found in the region's rabbit shit, setting up an amusingly hallucinogenic rendition of the young rapper's titular song.
Throughout DJ Beatroot's performance of the song, as well as during scenes featuring songs by Danny Brown, Run the Jewels, and Vince Staples, Doff gets to flex the skills he honed on the set of many a music video, breathing a visual creativity and propulsive energy into the film that's lacking in other parts. And as the police and farmers are further intertwined into the film's plot, the purpose behind earlier events begin to click into place and jokes receive increasingly deranged callbacks, building to an inspired deus ex machina that manages to cleverly tie several loose ends together. Would that the entire film had been as visually and narratively imaginative as the final half hour, but Get Duked! offers enough evidence to suggest that Doff may be a new comedic voice to look out for.
Cast: Lewis Gribben, Rian Gordon, Viraj Juneja, Samuel Bottomley, Eddie Izzard, Georgie Glen, Kate Dickie, Jonathan Aris, James Cosmo, Kevin Guthrie, Alice Lowe Director: Ninian Doff Screenwriter: Ninian Doff Distributor: Amazon Studios Running Time: 87 min Rating: R Year: 2019
Review: Martin Margiela: In His Own Words Celebrates Secrecy as Fashion Power
Reiner Holzemer's adulation of his subject feels most credible because he spends a lot of time focusing on the clothes.3
A major reason behind Maison Martin Margiela's appeal was the French luxury fashion house's embrace of secrecy and anonymity. The company's eponymous founder stopped doing interviews or allowing himself to be photographed as his brand grew in popularity throughout the 1990s. Seating at his runaway shows became available on a first-come-first-serve basis. The runway models' faces were often obstructed by veils and masks. The labels on the fashion house's clothing bore no name, only four white stitches. Even Margiela's stores lacked signage and weren't listed in the yellow pages.
Keeping in line with this commitment to counter the cultural injunction of hyper-presence, Reiner Holzemer's documentary Martin Margiela: In His Own Words comes to life through Margiela's narration, though all we see of the Belgian-born designer are his hands and the subversive artifacts that comprise his oeuvre. We don't see what Margiela looks like, only what he makes. This self-imposed obstruction points the film toward a less conventional direction, preventing it from becoming an all-to-familiar fashion hagiography rife with talking heads. And the effacing of Margiela's face replicates the conceptual framework of the designer's own practice while also forcing the film to inhabit a self-reflective sphere.
That sphere, which allowed for Margiela's ethics to emerge and blossom, was one of crisis and contemplation in the wake of self-centered '80s excess. And those ethics involved a critical, playful, and at times even a mocking stance vis-à-vis the fashion industry's tendency toward ephemerality, feminine objectification, and wasteful luxury, all while profiting from them. In sartorial terms, that meant that Margiela's models wore dry-cleaning plastic bags atop their garments; that collections were staged at such locations as a subway stations and a Salvation Army; that the models' necks were accessorized with colorful ice jewels that, as they melted, stained the garments; and that the red paint applied to the bottom of models' heels just before the start of a runaway show led to catwalks looking like a Tarantino bloodbath.
Margiela is obviously not the only designer to instill meta-critiques into fashion spectacle. Jum Nakao's shows have featured elaborate gowns made out of paper that the models rip at the end, and Alexander McQueen's ready-to-wear collection from 2001 included impossibly sexy models in hospital headbands and a Leigh Bowery-esque masked figure surrounded by moths. The latter show remains a classic example of fashion doing two presumably antithetical things at once: protesting the sale of bodies as high-priced goods by selling bodies as high-priced goods. Holzemer's documentary makes the case for Margiela's revolutionary ethos to be understood as akin to Andy Warhol's and establishes his critical approach as less of a trick than a genuine life principle that's guided him from the start, as a child fabricating kooky wigs for his Barbies, to his divesting from his own company in 2009.
Holzemer's adulation of his subject feels most credible because he spends a lot of time focusing on the clothes. The images of collections and the occasional animation of sartorial sketches serve less as evidence of glamour than of technique—or how abstract principles such as ecology and honesty take shape in the materiality of the garment, its design, and the assembly process. A contextualization of the artist's approach to his craft escapes boring biographical expectation (we're introduced to Margiela's childhood midway through the film) and allows us to see—at the level of the fabric and its mise-en-scène—how the designer borrowed from Rei Kawakubo's deconstructive aesthetics, Pierre Cardin's theatrics, Jean Paul Gaultier's rock concert atmosphere, and Brigitte Bardot's unflappable femininity.
Holzemer doesn't shy away from exploring Margiela's commercial failures, such as his critically panned collaboration with Hermes. The director is smart to, once again, let Margiela's creations do the talking, which here means exposing the fashion critics at the time as simply unable to see the sophistication in the presumably simple. The juxtaposition of Margiela's subversion with Hermes's aristo-bourgeois classicism was supposed to produce some kind of scandalous monster. The collection was instead received as a buzz-killing disappointment for its restraint. But as its delicately trimmed coats and Gilda Hayworth gloves prove, the extravagance lay in Margiela's refusal to provide what audiences anticipated and what critics prescribed. Once that model became unsustainable the designer chose consistency over compromise, rejecting the vulgarity of fast fashion and perpetual visibility. The kind of classy exit that separates ethics as mere rhetoric from ethics itself.
Director: Reiner Holzemer Screenwriter: Reiner Holzemer Distributor: Oscilloscope Running Time: 90 min Rating: NR Year: 2019
Review: Boys State Presents an Aptly Dire Microcosm of American Politics
The film suggests that our political system is a popularity contest that functions for no one but those jockeying for power.3
Initiatives to get young people involved in politics are often organized in service of a given party agenda, but the "non-partisan" Americanism of the American Legion's Boys and Girls State programs differentiates them from groups like the Young Republicans, while somehow also managing to make the blind enthusiasm of youthful politics even more off-putting. Amanda McBaine and Jesse Moss's Boys State offers a skeptical take on the eponymous summer leadership and citizenship programs. A disconcerting mix of a Boy Scouts outing and Model U.N., the Boys State program, based on the evidence presented in the film, appears to be less an educational tool or a communal gathering of like-minded youth, and more an indoctrination into a cultish fetishization of American power politics.
McBaine and Moss predominantly focus on four boys participating in the Texas iteration of the annual gathering in which, as the opening-credits graphics inform us, such dubious luminaries as Dick Cheney and Rush Limbaugh also participated in their youth. While the program's participants are overwhelmingly white, able-bodied, and conservative, the four boys who rise to fake-government power don't quite fit that stereotyped Texan mold: René Otero is a black, liberal Chicago transplant ("I've never seen so many white people in one place in my life," he confesses at one point); Steven Garza is Latino, and was inspired to get into politics by Bernie Sanders; Ben Feinstein is a Reagan-worshipping arch-conservative with two prosthetic legs (he had meningitis as a child); and Rob Macdougall, a breezily confident white boy who publicly plays the right-wing All-American, privately harbors pro-choice convictions.
After the program's 1,100-plus participants arrive in Austin—all clad in the same white uniform shirts, like members of a religious mission—they're randomly split into two political parties, the Federalists and the Nationalists, in reference to the constitutional debate of the 1780s, though the particulars of that nation-founding conversation play no part in how each party is meant to behave. Instead, each group organizes and forms a contemporary party platform, and, using the actual facilities of the Texas state government, runs candidates for governor against one another. This, presumably, is how it came to pass that in 2017, the year before the documentary was filmed, Texas Boys State voted to secede from the Union.
One might be tempted to conclude that the Nationalists won the mock gubernatorial election that year, but, again, the party names mean nothing. Indeed, Boys State shows the entire program as a form of social conditioning that compels its participants to talk without saying very much at all, and teaches them how best to make cynically calculated power moves. The worst culprit in this regard is Ben, who arrives fully formed as a self-styled political wheeler and dealer, and who, despite espousing some conservative convictions, mostly sees politics as a zero-sum game of self-fulfillment. Elected as the Federalists' state chair, Ben runs his party by the mantra that "you have to find divisive issues in order to differentiate yourself at all."
In such moments, McBaine and Moss capture the way teenagers can be adept at obliviously, even innocently articulating the subtext of the politics of corruption. After confessing he gave a stump speech misrepresenting his true views, Rob explains with a final note of uncertainty, "That's politics…I think." Few of these kids really have a fully formed idea of their own political identity: The purportedly left-leaning Steven, while achieving unlikely popularity among a body politic almost unanimously against background checks and immigrant rights, professes an open admiration for Napoleon Bonaparte. In his final pitch for governorship he even quotes the French emperor who displaced a democratic republic.
Boys State initially looks askance at all this naïve politicking, mixing a sympathetic view of the teens with ironic commentary, delivered by judicious cuts to interviews or metaphorical images that undermine the sentiment of the prior scene. After a visibly nervous Steven, uncertain of his political platform, rises to the occasion with a primary debate performance that's surprisingly fluid and honest-sounding but absent of detailed policy proposals, there's a cut to a racoon outside the debate hall diving headfirst into a trash can. Point taken.
At the same time, however, Steven's rise through the ranks of the tumultuous Nationalist party—a concurrent plotline sees René, the group's chair, doing battle with racist party members want to see him impeached and removed for declining to move forward with a secession platform—gets plotted as something like an inspirational tale, the American dream in miniature. It's easy to identify with the humble Steven as he forms an inchoate political voice, but the way that voice only reflects the crowd's own pleasurable ideal of itself back to it constitutes a development more tragic than the documentary appears to realize.
In assembling Boys State as a rise-to-the-top narrative, the filmmakers dull a potential critical edge that might have allowed them to ask more pointed questions about actual policy, history, and political science at this camp. If women have nominally been full participants in U.S. politics since 1920, then why does the American Legion train politically interested youth to address only the (often frivolous and always underthought) concerns that arise from homosocial teen groupings? But even if it sometimes emphasizes the individualized drama of a political contest over such critical matters, Boys State presents a fittingly dire microcosm of American politics, suggesting that our political system as an exclusionary and essentially contentless popularity contest functions for no one but those jockeying for power.
Director: Amanda McBaine, Jesse Moss Distributor: Apple TV+, A24
Review: Sputnik Toils in the Long Shadow Cast by Ridley Scott's Alien
Sputnik is an egregious missed opportunity that bites off more formulas than it can chew.2
Ridley Scott's Alien has cast a long shadow. Certain images in the film conjure an unshakeable terror of violation, which is afforded a brutal catharsis when one creature, suggesting a cross between a tapeworm, a snake, and a phallus, rips its way out of a man's ribcage in one of the most brutal "births" in cinema history. Many movie monsters since have been compared to the various creatures of Alien, just as virtually every slasher movie owes some form of allegiance to Psycho. Egor Abramenko's Sputnik is already at least the second film to riff on Alien this year alone, after William Eubank's Underwater, and it adds one promising gimmick to the body-horror formula: The alien here is a symbiote rather than a parasite, entering and exiting its host over and over again. The violation is ongoing.
Sputnik is set in the Soviet Union in 1983, and Abramenko subtly allows us to feel the pall of the Cold War as it's entering its death rattle. It's cast in lonely, shadowy hues, and the soft, warm, and grainy cinematography un-showily suggests that the film has been beamed in from the analog era, in the tradition of Andrew Patterson's The Vast of Night, also from this year. The Soviets are concerned with heroes to keep morale up, and cosmonaut Konstantin Veshnyakov (Pyotr Fyodorov) will do nicely. He's returned from a space mission that's vaguely defined by the filmmakers, which is an evocative touch that suggests that when heroes are needed by a society the specifics of their aspirational accomplishments hardly matter. Something happened in space though: A shadow drifted over Konstantin's vessel, and his fellow cosmonaut is now in a coma. Konstantin has amnesia and is being held in a bunker presided over by Semiradov (Fedor Bondarchuk), who's pressing scientists to solve the mystery of the time he lost in space. Semiradov recruits a doctor who's in hot water for unorthodox measures, Tatyana Klimova (Oksana Akinshina), in an effort to crack Konstantin.
Sputnik's first act is eerie, strange, and unusually character-centric for a monster movie. The film initially suggests many episodes of The Outer Limits, in which the audience was chilled by the implications of what happened to characters who ventured into outer space. And Abramenko doesn't tease the audience as long as one might expect: Soon, Semiradov reveals more details of the situation to Tatyana, inviting her to watch Konstantin in his holding cell in the middle of the night, when he convulses in his sleep while a creature gradually crawls out of his mouth. This sequence is unnerving, showing the creature's emergence partially from the point of view of laboratory cameras, lending the event a patina of casualness and "reality." The creature itself is, in design, beholden less to Alien than to the mutations of that film's prequel, Prometheus, as it's pale and amphibian in nature, suggesting a miniature manta ray or hammerhead shark, with little legs and a gelatinous tail that is, of course, so very phallic.
Like the various otherworldly beings of Prometheus, Sputnik's monster is disappointing, timidly designed for the sake of a supposed, greatly overrated notion of believability. It doesn't seem especially plausible that a tapeworm creature would evolve, seemingly overnight, into the metallic praying mantis colossus of Alien, and this irrationality, coupled with the primordial design itself, is terrifying. By contrast, Sputnik's wan creature ushers forth a series of anticlimaxes that ripple through the film. After the alien's symbiotic relationship with Konstantin is explained via amusing pseudo-science, Sputnik changes formulas, becoming a story of a special man who must be saved from evil military industrialists. At times, Abramenko even seems to be visually quoting Ang Lee's Hulk.
But a story of a special man must be fixated, as Hulk was, with the psychology of said man. Konstantin's anguish at being invaded, and the weird elation he might feel at discovering that he can control his interloper, are glossed over by Abramenko. Sputnik's third act is a rush of formulaic action meant, perhaps, to compensate for the interminably repetitive and impersonal second act, which is mostly concerned with reinforcing a set of foregone conclusions. Incredibly, the central notion of the film—of an alien that symbolically rapes its host over and over—is relegated to an inciting incident. Sputnik is an egregious missed opportunity that bites off more formulas than it can chew.
Cast: Oksana Akinshina, Fedor Bondarchuk, Pyotr Fyodorov, Albrecht Zander, Anna Nazarova, Vasiliy Zotov Director: Egor Abramenko Screenwriter: Oleg Malovichko, Andrei Zolotarev Distributor: IFC Midnight Running Time: 113 min Rating: NR Year: 2020
Interview: Alejandro Jodorowsky on Psychomagic, the Theater of Cruelty, and More
The maverick filmmaker discusses working with the tarot, the surrealist moviement, and more.
At the age of 91, maverick Chilean filmmaker Alejandro Jodorowsky has made his first ever documentary, Psychomagic, a Healing Art. In many ways, it's a companion piece to his recent self-reflexive and semi-autobiographical films The Dance of Reality and Endless Poetry, in which Jodorowsky inserted his present-day self into the narrative of his own boyhood and youth. Where the earlier films show Jodorowsky arriving at private rituals and symbolic acts to deal with his own issues, Psychomagic expands his sphere of influence to include men and women who find themselves in a cul-de-sac of existential distress.
Essentially a daisy chain of case histories, the film allows Jodorowsky to demonstrate the unconventional psychotherapeutic techniques he's developed over a lifetime spent studying various psychological systems and an astonishing variety of Eastern and Western spiritual practices. As you might expect from the man behind El Topo and The Holy Mountain, it can be a wild ride, full of sometimes totally bonkers, even grotesque imagery, yet also betraying Jodorowsky's full-blooded compassion for the vicissitudes of human suffering.
Ahead of the VOD release of Psychomagic, I had the opportunity to speak with Jodorowsky via Skype. We touched upon a far-ranging assortment of topics including working with the tarot, Antonin Artaud's Theater of Cruelty, the "last days" of the surrealist movement, and the films of Dario Argento and Luis Buñuel.
Early in your new documentary you mention your work with the tarot deck. How did that contribute to your development of psychomagic?
For me, the tarot isn't magic that let's you see the future. It's only a language to open the unconscious. That is all. It's to work with the dreams like Sigmund Freud worked with dreams. My films help me to speak about dreams, and put you on the table [in a tarot spread]. I use tarot to do that. But, in order to do that, I needed 50 years of working with the tarot, learning how to memorize the tarot deck. I memorized every line, every color, every meaning. [Jodorowsky proceeds to give a quick three-card tarot reading.]
Psychomagic techniques seem to involve a dreamlike, poetic logic. How do you arrive at the specific details of the treatments?
When you're working with me, first I make your genealogical tree. You have the son, you have the partner, the father and mother, the grandfather. Then I know where you are, what formed you. And then, when I know that, I will not experience you in a psychoanalytic way, an intellectual way. That is for psychoanalysts, who take dreams and teach you what is real life. I am different. I take what you think with the reality and I put it into the image of the dream. I use the language of acting, not speaking, doing things you never did before. New things. I am breaking your psychological defense with an image to go do something. I will say, "Paint your beard gold and kiss a woman, or a man, who has silver hair." I will say that's an image. That will open to you the unconscious, something you will discover. That is the work of psychomagic.
With most of the participants in the film, all we see is their short-term response to the treatment. What made you follow up with the woman who had throat cancer after almost 10 years?
What I did in the theater was an experience. Because I had a theater. I had to pay to have that theater. Because every healing I do is free. I'm not a psychoanalyst, so nobody paid me. It's free. Because I had a big theater, and in Chile I am very well known, I will have a conference in the theater. Five thousand people came. And then I decided to make an experience. I didn't know if collective thinking, like quantum theory says, could change reality, if we have a group of people who do the same thing. Can we heal this woman? She thinks she will die very quickly. And then I take the woman and I make the experience. And then I didn't speak with her. And then, when I made the picture 10 years later, I wanted to know, because I never repeated it. In order to teach healing, you need 5,000 doctors! It's a once-in-a-lifetime experience. I wanted to know, with thinking, do we or don't we have the power? The cancer, they say we cannot heal that. I don't know if they fought the cancer for years because it's a big, big business, and they don't want to find the solution. That I don't know. When healing becomes a business, it cannot heal for me. Healing is an act of love. You have to take the person in your arms. The psychoanalyst doesn't take you in his arms!
And then I get a telephone call from a friend of the woman, a student of mine. I asked him if she had died. He said no, she's alive. I asked if I could make an interview for the film. She tells how the experience was. She said it was very good. I don't know if it was a placebo. Placebos can be good also.
Yes, if it works, it's good.
But it was only an experience that I did once. I can't find 5,000 people for every person who has an illness.
Psychomagic includes short clips from many of your earlier films. Do you see this film, and the therapeutic work it illustrates, as an encapsulation of your entire career?
From the theater I came to the "happening," improvised theater, the theater of action, then to psychomagic. I came to it. I didn't create it. But, in all my pictures, I was searching for something. I respect very much the industrial movies. Movies from the beginning were an industry. Their goal from the beginning was to make big money. And then they discovered Hollywood and all that. But there was not one real truth, one real feeling, it was acting feelings. The show must go on! But for me movies are not a show, they're an art.
What is art? It's open for the person who does the work, new horizons, they will open the human soul. That's what I did in my pictures. I started to put real things into the picture. Reality says, "Problem! I am having problems with my mother, problems with my father." I was telling it all. Step by step, I was coming to introduce my real life into the pictures. I was having problems with my father in Endless Poetry, and I was shooting, and suddenly I jumped into the picture! Psychomagic is only real feelings, not an imitation. And that's what I was searching for. I put examples in my pictures, saying I am speaking always of the same thing, but in an artistic way. I show a guy closed in a tower [in El Topo] and in Psychomagic I show a guy breaking pumpkins. I did that in El Topo, but in a metaphorical way, not directly. And then I show in my film that it was the same position, but in another language: artistic language, therapeutic language.
Can you tell me something about your encounters with André Breton and other surrealists in the Paris of the 1960s?
I will speak about that in my third film. It's a trilogy: The Dance of Reality, Endless Poetry, and Essential Journey. That's number three. I hope, if I am alive, because I am an old person, to start it in January. The script I've done already. I am very happy with it. I speak about that time, until I started to be a movie director. I stop there. In it, I am going to France to work with the surrealists, with the theater of Marcel Marceau, with the philosopher Gaston Bachelard. I have those three worlds.
My mind was opened with philosophy. With surrealism, I think I am the last surrealistic moviemaker who's really surrealistic. But I am a little step farther, because surrealism doesn't show, doesn't explain. It's the mystery of something you don't understand. That is surrealism. A dream image you don't understand, you have no need to explain that. In the art I do, you know what you're doing. It has a finality. It has to solve your problem and come to felicity. Felicity of life. That's what I feel with the idiotic love story. Love is not like love with a star. Love is love. We need to show what love is. Tell the things that are true, make you go to happiness. Not an idiotic happiness, not Disneyland, a real internal life. Happy to be alive. I am alive. It's fantastic. What an incredible thing. Art has to give you with possibility to be what you are, not what the moviemaker is. Not what the actor is, you. It's complicated, no?
Speaking of surrealistic filmmakers, what do you think about the films of Luis Buñuel?
He was a surrealist, yes, but he's too realistic for me. He was a real person, in the real. And for me the pictures have not only a meaning, they're a painting. You can shoot something like that [mimes different angles], traveling shots, etcetera. Everything speaks. Buñuel's show only one point of view. He's sitting and everything is in the size of someone sitting. But he doesn't go out [he mimes leaving the Skype frame], he doesn't make other things. Hollywood discovered camera movement. Camera movement is fantastic! I need to have Buñuel in Hollywood and that would be good. He could show a deep meaning but with greater freedom of form.
When you worked with Claudio Argento on Santa Sangre did you know anything about the films of his brother Dario?
Yes, I like them a lot. He was a guy who doesn't give too much importance to the script. He can be not logical. The pleasure to shoot something that's weird! And I liked that. No message, no meaning. Very aesthetical.
Do you have a favorite film of his?
I am very old. I don't remember the names. I've seen it a lot of times, this picture. He goes into a building, he goes inside the house.
Deep Red. Profondo Rosso.
Yes! Profondo Rosso. Fantastic picture. A film like that, for his time, he made explosive cinema. Because it was the film of a director. Generally, in the industrial film, the director is an employee. The studios are surveying the script. You aren't free with the script. You need to shoot what's right there. Because, when you're free, you make the script to start the picture. But in the middle of the picture you can change whatever you want and put new things in. Because there are magic things that happen when you're shooting. In Santa Sangre, when the father commits suicide, the naked father, it was in Mexico, in the street. A very old woman was singing, drunk. There were a lot of bars there. I said, "Go find me this drunk woman, because it's the music I need for that suicide." And then he will kill himself, but in the image there's a real song of a person who's really suffering. And it's fantastic, like that. You need to be free. When you make the picture, the director is the poet. In Hollywood, the poet is the money. More money, more happiness. I say, "No." More poetical, more artistical—that is good. Like the tarot, that isn't a business. I know I'm crazy, but you need some crazy person in the generality, then somebody will use it in another way.
We certainly need more people in the world who are crazy in that way.
Yes, because crazy people aren't crazy. They're just using their mind in another way. And it's very interesting.
How closely did you collaborate with David Lynch on your King Shot project?
He was very gentle with me. He said, "Maybe we can make a picture." But my project was so crazy. Maybe I wanted to shoot in Spain. I wanted to do what I always do. But he had a little company at that moment. He was not able to have the money to do that. So, since I didn't have the money, I didn't do it. It was too expensive.
What can you tell me about your time with Arrabal and Roland Topor in the Panic Movement?
That was really a fantastic moment in my life. Because we were accepted within the surrealist group. That was the end of surrealism. A lot of surrealists were into politics. They were Trotskyists. Into the Romantic realization of the woman, not the real woman. Arrabal, Topor, and I were searching for absolute freedom. The artist needs to be inside the play, for example, inside what you're shooting or playing. You need to be inside, in your body. You are there. Not out of the work. You need to go farther than the intellect, farther than the unconscious. Farther than the religions. You need to find the panic. Panic isn't fear, panic is the totality. You need to find what a man is in totality. And then, if you are an artist in totality, you need to be a painter, dancer, mime, cinematographic creator, marionette. All the things I did. Because it's the totality. Searching the totality of expression, that's what we did. It wasn't a movement, it was only three persons. And we called it a movement. We wanted to show that culture was fake, was an illusion. Because three persons will go into history as a movement that doesn't exist!
Your performances sound a lot like what was called "happenings" in other countries or what the Vienna Aktionists were doing with their films. Would you say that's accurate?
No, the happenings were going on in the milieu of painting and sculpture. It was a way to develop the plastic arts. I made ephemera. Ephemera is not that. Ephemera is a kind of theater, psychoanalysis, dreams, surrealism. The language of art, with meaning. Happening is an expression of freedom, but only freedom.
So the performances were closer to what Antonin Artaud was talking about with his Theater of Cruelty?
I was a big admirer of The Theater and Its Double. I started from there. He opened my eyes. In Fando y Lis, you have a little influence of Artaud. I had a theater play of Arrabal, with Fando y Lis, but I didn't use the play, I used the memory I had as director of the play. With a lot of violence coming from Artaud. And then in El Topo, I had a Japanese Zen Master, Ejo Takata. Zen meditation, not like a hippie, real Zen meditation. Seven-day meditating without sleep. I was sleeping every night for 30 minutes, that's all. Terrible, incredible! I brought this experience to El Topo. Because Artaud made the Theater of Cruelty. When you see the cruelty, you are open. But then I didn't want any more cruelty. I decided I wanted to make the encounter with our self, make the cathedral [forms a steeple with his hands]. You are a cathedral. You aren't a butcher. You're creating the sacred. Some religions are fanatical. But I read the teachings of the Buddha, and I think there's something more true than Artaud.
Is it true that René Daumal's novel Mount Analogue was an influence on The Holy Mountain?
Yes. I love René Daumal, because I love his teacher. He had a great teacher, who was Gurdjieff. And in that novel, Daumal is speaking about his experience with Gurdjieff. More than surrealism, Daumal took it a step farther: The Great Game [a "counter-surrealist" journal founded by Daumal and friends]. He started to choke himself to see how it was to almost die. He was searching for stronger things, real metaphysical searching. I wanted to do his unfinished novel, Mount Analogue. He never finished it because he died very young from tuberculosis. But the family didn't want to give me the rights. I said, "Well, I will make my own Holy Mountain!" What I directed depicts Daumal's book. It's a group that goes with a teacher to find immortality on a mountain. That I took. Then I developed my ideas.
So, at the end of the film, when we see the making of the film, when you turn one camera on another, was that a way of opening it up to the interpretation of the viewer?
I never thought of it the way you are saying now. Maybe, yes. I went to a real mountain in Mexico. I brought a tiger, a monk, actors, all that. And the Mexicans told me it was dangerous. Why? "Because there are tempests, and when there are tempests, you can die. Be careful." No, I will go, because it's beautiful, the weather is so fantastic. I shoot what I shoot, and when I finished shooting, the tempest came. And then we started to run in concert, to get off the mountain, because it was dangerous! I was running and I slipped and [mimes rolling down the mountain]. But I had a hammer and [mimes jamming it into the ground]. "No! I don't want to die, I need to finish this damn picture!" I am making a picture. Like this, I will finish. This is the end of the picture, because it was the real end. It wasn't as good, but I put in reality into my film. I wanted to make real things, and that, for me, was a real thing!
We're making a picture. It's not a comedy. There are real sentiments, because all those people I found were not actors. Every person I showed had the problem I show in the picture. Real people I used, real tiger! I'm not a Hollywood company making fake everything. I asked Hollywood that I want a stampede of tarantulas, big spiders on a body. They made fake ones. So we went out and bought spiders and had their fangs cut out. We made up the body and then we used the spiders. Real spiders came out there. And the person who did that, also myself, never liked spiders! There he was, suffering something enormous with those spiders!
Are you currently working on any new graphic novels?
Graphic novels. That is my industrial business. Because I have The Incal, Metabarons, Sons of El Topo. That I am doing all the time. That is normal for me, because I have a big imagination. If I didn't have imagination, I would die. I am taking a step farther than Psychomagic with Psychotrance. It's a kind of literature, but at the same time you're reading, I'm giving you exercises. It's mixing a lecture with exercises to inspire what you do, the impact of having a trance. With drugs, you have a trance. I say no drugs. We can do it without drugs. How to do it like this. Not only meditation. Go farther than meditation. Go immediately to what you are when you're not intellect. What is in you? You don't need to take LSD. You don't need to take ayahuasca. Because those are dreams. I am saying do the same thing I do in movies. In movies, in a century of fake feelings, I am making real feelings. In a culture full of drugs, psychological drugs, I am putting in a real hallucination, guiding how you can do it.
Translation by Pascale Montandon.
Interview: Kate Lyn Sheil on Calibrating Her Performance in She Dies Tomorrow
Sheil discusses how she situates the specifics of work within such an ambiguous and allegorical film.
Amy Seimetz's She Dies Tomorrow is of obvious relevance in the context of the Covid-19 pandemic. The film, which had been set to premiere at this year's SXSW, grapples with the contagious nature of despondency and angst in a contemporary milieu that so often seeks to minimize or ignore them. These amorphous feelings prove to be an inexplicably transmissible disease passed from character to character, each of which stops in their tracks and calmly declares, "I'm going to die tomorrow."
That She Dies Tomorrow doesn't buckle under the weight of its heady themes and supernatural premise is a testament to how the performances ground the film in reality. In the film, Kate Lyn Sheil stars as Amy, a surrogate character for the director who quietly yet urgently probes the boundaries of the anxieties that ensnare her. Sheil, who commands the most screen time, captivates as she wields her mastery of minutiae. She's capable of precisely executing small physical gestures to convey forceful intent.
It's merely the latest in a line of exciting and unpredictable performances from Sheil, whose prolific presence in the New York independent film scene spans from working with early mumblecore pioneers like Joe Swanberg in Silver Bullets to partnering with boundary-pushing luminaries such as Robert Greene on Kate Plays Christine. She's equally as revelatory appearing briefly in a short film, the latest Alex Ross Perry project, an episode of House of Cards, or working through the very ethics of her trade as herself in documentary format.
I caught up with Sheil prior to the digital release of She Dies Tomorrow to discuss how she approaches conveying such potent interiority, her long-term collaboration with Seimetz, and how she situates the specifics of work within such an ambiguous and allegorical film.
What are the ripple effects of Kate Plays Christine in your work and career, given that it's such a meta performance about the nature of performance?
I worked with a director afterward who said that he wanted to work with me after he saw Kate Plays Christine because it made him feel like I would be honest with him if I didn't like the way that he was directing me. And I was like, "Oh, no, you're mistaken. I probably will not say anything at all and just try and toe the party line." Because that movie plays with what is real and what is fake, I feel like there could potentially be a misconception that I yell. Which is…not the case. Your guess is as good as mine.
That scene where you really snap was staged too, right? It was something Robert Greene invented to see what would happen when you felt boxed in by the experiment.
Yeah, it was scripted, essentially.
Is the movie at all a window into the way you work?
I think I spoke honestly about some ways that I approach acting roles in Kate Plays Christine, while lots of it is scripted, embellished or made up to create a narrative arc. I think there are moments that I speak truthfully about the way I do approach a role. I, personally, would never go to Sarasota and think that I had to interview people in order to play a part correctly. But I think I talk about my—I hate to say it—"process" in a truthful manner at a certain point, and that's how I would [do it]. That's probably how I approached this movie. Amy wrote this role, and then the best that I can do is just to try to find ways that I relate to the character and use substitutions to think of times when I maybe felt analogous.
Part of what makes Kate Plays Christine so fascinating is the way the camera allows you to externalize the process of thinking and deliberating. Was that at all helpful for She Dies Tomorrow?
Yeah, that's all that's all Amy's writing though. That was baked into the script from the earliest stages of it. She wanted the character to be very physical in the way that she was exploring that house and touching things in a way that, at least from the outside if someone were to catch you doing it, it doesn't seem like normal behavior. But when faced with the enormity of this thing, normalcy doesn't really mean anything anymore.
Amy Seimetz has said that the tactile details of touching the house came from her own experience grappling with the weird mix of emotions that arose from her becoming a homeowner. How do you find your way into this compulsion that's so visceral and unique?
It's Amy, she wrote it for me, and then she creates an environment on set where—I don't want to say it's not difficult, because I certainly was afraid the entire time that I maybe wasn't doing as good a job as I could. I didn't want to let Amy down. She creates an environment where you can sort of slip into it. We've known each other for such a long time, and we've worked together before. I love the way that she directs me. She's not precious with me at all. She will quite literally show me what she wants if I'm not getting it. [laughs, mimes direction] "Okay, that's what I'm supposed to do, cool!"
The beginning of the film is largely free of dialogue. How much of what we see was scripted or pre-planned versus discovered once the camera rolled?
Not much of an element of discovery once the camera starts rolling. Amy is pretty precise in her visuals, and she has worked with Jake Keitel, who shot the movie, for like 17 years now. They share a brain in certain ways in terms of lighting the shots. Because that element is so important to her, there really wasn't much of the "go with the flow, we'll just find it in the moment." There's a level of precision to it, which I like and appreciate. But that's not to say that she doesn't give you as much room as you need to emotionally find the scene. But, in terms of physicality, she really has planned it out pretty precisely beforehand.
Was that at all different from Sun Don't Shine? Since that was such a scrappy, on-the-go road movie, did really planting your feet in a location change the nature of your collaboration with Amy at all?
With Sun Don't Shine, yeah, certain things are obviously outside your control if you're shooting outside. But also with that, the economy of the way that she approaches making the movie, she still has a scrappy sensibility. That's my favorite thing because I think if you know how to make a movie for no money, then you can use those skills and continue to apply that to whatever budget you happen to be working with. She had everything on Sun Don't Shine so precisely planned out in terms of how to shoot the car because she and Jake didn't want it to become monotonous. In a way, that required a great deal of precision too. But then, of course, for that movie, you're shooting in Florida in the middle of summer. There are just variables. I got very sick when we were making that movie, so there are scenes where [they] had one thing in mind. And then she's like, "Okay, you're just gonna be sitting because you can't do anything."
Since you mentioned that Amy and her cinematographer share the same brain, do you feel the same kinship with her or other directors? A lot of your work comes from collaboration with people like Amy Seimetz, Alex Ross Perry, Robert Greene, among others, with whom you share a social circle. How does the process of working with them, where you might be more involved at the ground level of a project, compare with something where you're brought in through a more traditional casting process?
I love working with all the people that you just mentioned, and I think it's very lucky that I happen to know people that, by my estimation, are incredible. It's so wonderful to work with them because there is a shared history and a shorthand. It just so happens, as I said before, that I like their work a lot, so it's more bang for your buck. Not only do you get to work with friends, but you get to be in a project that you're probably going to like or would like, even if you had nothing to do with it. But, at the same time, there's something really something very fun about showing up to a set and just trying your best to execute the thing, do your job and then go home at the end of the day and it's not your old, close friends. There's something nice about both.
What's the best way to describe your relationship to that extended Kim's Video orbit? Muse, co-conspirator, something else entirely?
I'm so close to it that it's hard to think of what to call it. But that place meant everything to me. It's where I feel like I got my education in film. I think my life would be completely different if it hadn't existed. It truly does mean so much to me. Surprisingly, though I don't think any of us truly saw it coming at the time, a bunch of people who have worked there at a certain time actually started making their own projects. I feel very fortunate that I was around at that time. And it's nice to make movies with people [for whom] the impetus is a love of watching them. That's a very joyous experience.
I know you kind of scoffed at the word "process" earlier and put it in scare quotes…
Yeah, but…I used it! [laughs]
Well, we can just caveat that. I know your training as an actress primarily came from a theatrical background at NYU. She Dies Tomorrow is about the farthest thing from a theatrical performance: The film opens on a shot of your eye, and meaning gets conveyed through how your pupil moves. How did you learn to communicate in these micro moments? Did it involve "unlearning" any theatrical training?
Yes and no. I feel like it's all the same skill set. And then, of course, when you get in front of the camera, you learn to adjust and have a relationship with the camera also. Rather than acting for an audience, you're trying to be present with your fellow actor, more present in the moment. If there isn't anybody else there, which is largely the case for my stuff in She Dies Tomorrow, the camera's your audience. I haven't acted in a play in a very long time. I miss it, personally. I left school, and I never wanted to do to theater again. I was obsessed with movies, and I still am. But at a certain point, maybe a few years ago, I was like, "You know what, it would be fun to do to do a play!" But, I mean, I still struggle with it. I feel like a lot of my close friends who are actors talk about it too. I still walk away at the end of some days being like, "I was too big, or I was too aware of the camera. So I tried to be small, and I think it was too small." You still have these anxieties about that exact thing, calibrating your performance to the medium.
As an actress in a film like this, do you feel the need to "understand" the rest of the film like the nature of the contagion or the impressionistic transitions? Or is it a matter of performing your part and trusting that the rest of the film will fall into place around you?
I think it's important to make it make sense for you, but I don't think it's important for me to understand the structure of the entire film. But it's always very important for me to know what I'm doing to understand where, in particular, I'm coming from. I definitely trusted that Amy was doing something great with those parts of the movie. When she told me that's how the movie was going to proceed, that it was going to expand and extrapolate in that way, I was very, very happy. I was happy that there were going to be other people for the audience to sit with for a while. And I also love those scenes. The dinner scene, I think is so funny. Everything in the movie is wonderful, but [that's what is] coming to mind right now. I like the way that those scenes bounced around with my scenes and recontextualize my scenes to a certain degree.
I'm always fascinated with this duality that to communicate something existential and widely recognizable, it's often rooted in such personal and intimate performance. How do you manage the balance between the general and the specific, especially in a film like She Dies Tomorrow that has a more allegorical or representational edge to it?
I think that certain things are just outside of my control. The most that I can control is to try and make the character specific for me and then I can't get too caught up in thinking of the overarching themes. I just try and stay in my lane, stay focused and make it specific and individual. But if the person directing movie is creating something allegorical, then hopefully my performance lends itself to that goal.
What are your thoughts on the meta element of anxiety and death premonitions being contagious? Do you think the screen is porous enough that the audience could, or should, catch it? By the end of the film, I was wondering if I would end up saying "I'm going to die tomorrow" like all the characters.
We're obviously living in such a strange time right now that Amy never could have anticipated. Hopefully what people would feel more than anything is recognition, or that some experience that they've had is being reflected back to them. Hopefully that would make someone feel better potentially, less alone or less crazy. Something like that. But I mean, the movie is about ideas being contagious. So, maybe.
It was so interesting to watch in the back half of the film where, for certain characters, you can tell that the ability to express and verbalize their anxiety helps them manage it. Maybe that's the more constructive takeaway.
Yeah, there you go!
Interview: Seth Rogen on An American Pickle and Reconnecting with His Roots
Rogen discusses collaborating with Simon Rich, how the film enriched his understanding of Judaism, the exhibition prospects of comedy in the streaming era, and more.
It's been over two decades since Seth Rogen made his small-screen debut in Freaks and Geeks, though one could be forgiven for assuming he's been in the business much longer given all that he's accomplished since then. He wrote for the acclaimed shows Da Ali G Show and Undeclared in the early aughts, before then breaking out in front of the camera in two comedy smashes released in the summer of 2007, Knocked Up and Superbad, the latter of which he co-wrote with creative partner Evan Goldberg. Rogen helped usher in the still-dominant Apatow era of big-screen comedy, a reign that not even the North Korean government could topple with the cyber-attack launched in response to his 2014 Kim Jong-un assassination satire The Interview.
While Rogen's on-camera appearances have waned slightly over the past few years, his creative output hasn't, as he and his partners at Point Grey continue to ramp up production across film, TV, and streaming. Their latest effort, An American Pickle, holds the distinction of being HBO Max's first original narrative feature to premiere on the platform. But it also portends a distinctly more mature and reflective shift in Rogen's own work as the cinematic face of exuberant millennial prolonged adolescence nears middle age.
The film stars Rogen in dual roles as Ben, a contemporary secular Brooklynite app developer, and Herschel, his devoutly Jewish great-grandfather who emigrated from eastern Europe and reemerges in the present day after being brined in a vat of pickles for a century. Neither the film or the characters in it dwell much on the absurd premise, and An American Pickle blossoms into a silly but sweet tale of misunderstanding and reconciliation between distant generations that share little other than a bloodline.
I chatted with Rogen on the eve of An American Pickle's release. Our discussion covered how he collaborated with writer Simon Rich, how the film enriched his own understanding of Judaism, and how he envisions the exhibition prospects of comedy in the streaming era.
I saw Knocked Up as a teenager, and now it weirds me out that I'm older than you were when you made it. While working on it, were you aware that it might become such a generational touchstone for millennials? How do you feel about it now that it's almost like a period piece?
I think when you make a movie you never truly know how it's going to be received, honestly. Watch Hearts of Darkness, that's a good lesson in that! There's people on the set of the worst movie you've ever seen who think they're making a masterpiece, and there's people on the set of a masterpiece thinking that no one's going to watch or see it ever—and even if they do, they'll hate it. It's not uncontrollable, but it's hard to control and almost impossible to do with some sort of consistency. To that end, I'm glad that people still like any of our movies. The fact that any of them are viewed as remotely relevant in some way is lovely. You really don't know what's going to stand the test of time until time has passed, really.
I ask about that film partly because I feel there's an interesting evolution we can chart from there to An American Pickle, which has an insight and understanding that feels like it can only be conveyed by learning and living. Is this the kind of film you could only have made at this point in your life?
Yeah, I think it's definitely born of an older brain. Especially the themes of grief and how to process things we learned as kids, how we may have rejected those things even though they might add value to our lives, those themes are much more prevalent in my life as I get closer to 40 than when I was in my mid-20s. The idea of making a movie about grief and reconnecting with my roots was not prominent on my radar! [laughs]
There's such poignancy to the way the film shows how past generations, be it through religion or some other factor, are better equipped to handle grief and hardship. Has any of that been valuable, pandemic or otherwise, in your life?
Yeah, I think religion specifically. My wife's mother passed away earlier this year, and her uncle, actually. I've just seen with that specifically. Judaism has actionable protocols that do help. At one point in my life, I would probably write off all of it and say there was nothing helpful I was ever taught about religion. Now as I get older, I can cherry-pick and say you can take elements of this and apply them to your life as you find them helpful. Not all of this was born out of fooling people. Some of it was born out of truly trying to help people.
You've obviously done quite a bit of writing yourself on other projects. When it comes to something like An American Pickle, do you mostly just stay in your lane as an actor and let Simon Rich tailor the script to you? Or are you still involved in some writerly capacity?
I'm definitely still involved in some writerly capacity. I respect the writer and know their name is the one that's on it ultimately, and they have to be able to stand behind all of it and take ownership over it. But I try to be constructive! I just try to help and support the ideas that I can. I try to acknowledge it and say this isn't what I would do, always, but I'm not the writer! I try to respect that.
This film was originally geared toward theaters and is now going directly to streaming on HBO Max. In your mind, does the method of distribution affect the work you make? Or are you a platform agnostic and a laugh is a laugh on a big or a small screen?
We definitely make some films that are geared more toward a big-screen experience, in our minds at least, and some we are much more comfortable with that not being the experience. This being the perfect example of one of those! We understand that if we intend to keep making films for theaters, then they have to earn that right to be in a theater. Not every film automatically is granted that at this moment, and we understand that those are different types of films sometimes. It's not always based on budget or anything like that. Good Boys, although it wasn't expensive, is a movie we were confident would do well in theaters. There are some more expensive movies we would not be as confident that would be the best place for them. It's an active conversation, but I do think some movies are better geared towards a cinematic experience and some towards a streaming one.
It still strikes me as crazy that so much data shows comedy is one of the genres people most want to view at home instead of in a room full of people.
I think people just like comedy! But to me, some of the greatest experiences I've had in a theater, I don't think of the action movies I saw. I think about when I saw There's Something About Mary or South Park in theaters, the Jackass movies, these wild experiences where you can barely hear what's happening. Those are my favorite moviegoing experiences, and I think a lot of people feel that way.
Any chance you'd do a This Is the End sequel? It's a movie I've thought about a lot over the last few months each time celebrities try to center themselves in the dialogue around a moment of crisis.
Not a sequel, specifically, but we do talk about building on the genre of famous people playing themselves interacting with supernatural situations. There maybe is more to be done with that.
Review: The Secret Garden Is a Pale Imitation of Its Enchanting Source
Its emphasis on the achievement of the individual is practically antithetical to the conclusion drawn by Frances Hodgson Burnett.2
Frances Hodgson Burnett's The Secret Garden, the story of a young girl who opens herself up the possibilities of human compassion after rejuvenating a garden and caring for her sickly cousin, has resonated with readers of all ages since its publication. And it's clear from the brooding start of this latest cinematic adaptation that the filmmakers seek to amplify the book's darker themes. A title card announces that the turbulent post-World War I India that newly orphaned Mary (Dixie Egerickx) finds herself in has been ravaged by a series of violent conflicts, and director Marc Munden initially does a fine job of mirroring the girl's confusion and insecurity over losing her parents in the uncertainty of her surroundings.
Once Mary moves to the Yorkshire estate of her uncle, Archibald Craven (Colin Firth), the filmmakers also gesture beyond the novel's thematic borders by having multiple characters—including Craven, who's still grieving the death of his wife, and his infirm son, Colin (Edan Hayhurst)—face a collective trauma that leaves them unsure of how to deal with their feelings. Unfortunately, the film fails to deliver on its initial promise of branching the story out into bold new emotional terrain after the narrative begins to diminish many of the characters and aspects that made Burnett's book such a stirring vision of morality.
The secret life and death of the woman who was Craven's wife and Colin's mother is only a minor part of the book, but this adaptation pushes this mystery to the narrative forefront and vastly yet uninspiringly expands on it. In a departure from the novel, this rote mystery plotline largely centers on Mary, which only makes her quest feel conspicuously insular and self-serving. This emphasis on the achievement of the individual is practically antithetical to the very conclusion drawn by Burnett in the book: that enrichment and satisfaction is a shared experience that comes through something as simple as human kindness.
The focus on Mary's plight in the film comes at the expense of capturing the idyllic beauty of the titular hideaway, whose function ultimately feels like an afterthought; it's but a convenient plot device that exists solely to help Mary solve a problem that very much defies her efforts until the last act. Imbued with the power to cure ailments and react to people's feelings like a sentient being, the garden offers a dose of fantasy to the film, and, predictably, it's been rendered with a heavy dose of CGI that makes it feel cold and soulless, never eliciting the sense of calm that the characters feel while gallivanting its grounds.
As in the book, Mary learns to overcome her selfishness by helping to heal Colin, but where Burnett's story slowly detailed the increasingly invigorating power of Mary and Colin's friendship and mutual affection, Munden fails to show how Mary's sleuthing ignites her spirit of generosity. It feels like a cop-out when Colin is healed by the garden's mysterious properties, causing him to praise Mary for showing him that real magic exists. In lieu of pluming the emotional states of the characters, the film resorts to a whimsical, otherworldly fantasy element as an easy resolution. It's the sort of fantasy that Burnett didn't need to make room for in the book, because it recognized something more profound: that real magic isn't necessary in a world where human beings possess the capacity for compassion.
Cast: Dixie Egerickx, Colin Firth, Julie Walters, Edan Hayhurst, Amir Wilson, Isis Davis, Maeve Dermody, Jemma Powell Director: Marc Munden Screenwriter: Jack Thorne Distributor: STXfilms Running Time: 99 min Rating: PG Year: 2020
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What's inside? Here are the questions answered in today's reader mailbag, boiled down to five word summaries. Click on the number to jump straight down to the question.
1. Assessing property
2. Scratched DVD repair
3. Worried about upcoming baby costs
4. Disagreeing about what's "essential"
5. Gardening baby steps
6. Baby expense disagreement
7. Fixing a credit score
8. Taxes and investments
9. Contractor versus employee
10. Toll question
A new week is a new opportunity.
You have a full workweek ahead of you. What can you achieve this week to set yourself apart?
You have five days with which to plan something special for this weekend. What can you plan that will make something memorable?
What can you do to make this week not just an ordinary week? What can you do to make it special?
Q1: Assessing property
We bought our home in 2010 for around $189,000 in an area with reasonable property taxes and felt like we were getting an excellent deal, far below market price. The year after we moved in my husband contacted an assessor to revalue our property in hopes of lowering our property taxes. I was somewhat hesitant in case the opposite would happen, however we did manage to scrape off several hundred dollars in taxes for the year. This year the town we live in did their own revaluation of our property/land and the net change in assessment went down $6200. Essentially they are now valuing our property/land at $190,700 which is not too far from the price we paid for it 3 years ago. Depending on the budget process to occur later this year we are excited to potentially have lower property taxes yet again. Despite this, is there a point at which we should be concerned our assessment is nearing or may eventually be less than our original purchase price? The appraisers are available to meet individually with home owners and I'm just wondering if there is a benefit or risk to these open conferences. Is there a reason we would want to present evidence to increase the property value? (We plan on staying in this home for at least the next 5 years).
- Marjorie
Don't worry about this too much. Assessed values and actual property values rarely match each other. In some areas, the assessed value can be more than 20% lower than the market value and in others it can be close to the market vaue or higher. It depends on the assessors and many other factors.
The reason appraisers would meet with people is so they can hear arguments about why their assessed property value should be lower, not higher.
I might be slightly concerned if I were trying to sell the property today. If you plan on staying for a while, I wouldn't sweat this at all.
Q2: Scratched DVD repair
My wife and I went through our DVD and Bluray collection intending to sell a lot of them off. We're hoping to get a dollar or two on average for all of them. Anyway, I was verifying that they all worked and about ten of them had scratches that caused them to not work. Any ideas for a cheap way to fix them? If it's not cheap, it's not worth it for us because we probably won't get more than $10 out of the scratched ones total.
- Bradley
If I were in your shoes, I'd buy some toothpaste (not gel, paste), put a little dab on the disc, then rub it around with a soft cloth all over the disc. After that, I'd gently clean off the excess paste and see if that helps. Unless the scratches are severe, this usually does the trick.
Some people will take this an extra step and use a tiny bit of car wax on the disc, rubbing it in using much the same technique as a follow-up to the toothpase. I've never found this necessary.
Remember, though, your mileage may vary. I'd experiment on a single disc (perhaps the least valuable one) first to make sure it works to your satisfaction.
Q3: Worried about upcoming baby costs
So my husband and I are expecting out first child (a son) in November. This is something that we had talked about for a while. We currently have around $6,000 in our savings and (thanks to generous wedding gifts from family) put an additional $1,500 in the account last month. We have been looking for other ways to save and I am stuck. And panicking.
I'm not sure where to cut because it feels like nothing CAN be cut. I also have a student loan payment of $898 per month with Sallie Mae and $78 per month with AES. The Sallie Mae loans are private and federal. I've looked into consolidating them with Wells Fargo. The issue is I need a co-signer. My husband's credit is not good (his mother stole his SS# when he was young and registered a bunch of cars in his name and never paid taxes on them) so I'm not sure he would be a good cosigner. My parents have said they will not cosign for me. I am on time with all of my payments each month and have a good working history.
I guess I'm just feeling overwhelmed because I want to try and save as much as possible before the baby comes. And after he comes I'd like to be able to offered his needs and pay for daycare without eating Ramon noddles every night.
- Sally
An $898 monthly student loan payment seems incredibly high to me. Even at a 7% interest rate, you're talking about well over $100,000 in student expenses, which would make me assume that you must have a graduate degree of some kind.
In your situation, I'd try to find a cosigner as soon as possible, as I've got to believe that the interest rates on this loan are excessive. The first thing I'd do is check my husband's credit history at annualcreditreport.com and see what's actually on there. If the events involving your husband are far in the past, his credit may be recovered at this point.
I would make other suggestions, but I'm unclear as to what your career situations are like, whether you plan to stay at home with the child, whether you're near grandparents, and so on. There are many, many factors that can make a big difference when it comes to affording a child.
Q4: Disagreeing about what's "essential"
My husband and I agree that we should cut back to the essentials until we get our debts paid off. We disagree on what's "essential." I don't view cable as essential but he does. Our "compromise" feels like I'm the only one giving up things and our discussions are getting pretty heated. Any advice?
- Denise
Without suggesting anything specific, ask him to make a list of the things he considers "essential." Make your own list, too. Then, together, walk through both lists. I would be very surprised if you didn't list at least a few things that he didn't include.
The conversation should then focus around compromise. Which "essentials" are you willing to give up? What about him? You should be willing to each give up a few things and hold on to a few others.
When you sit down and one person is naming off expenses and the other person is describing them as either "essential" or not, you're begging for arguments.
Q5: Gardening baby steps
I want to plant a garden to be able to save on our grocery budget. I think a garden would also be a great teaching tool for my children. How do I begin? When do I begin? Where do I start? The red Georgia clay could prove to be a big problem in starting a garden but I still see a benefit to growing our own veggies and maybe strawberries/raspberries. Any advice on this would be great. (remember, I.KNOW.NOTHING!)
- Andrew
I would honestly start with a book like Gardening for Dummies, which you can easily check out from the library.
The best time to start thinking about gardening is during the fall, where you can go outside, figure out where you want a garden, and do a bit of basic preparation. Planting usually happens in the spring, with harvest in the fall. Wintertime usually involves buying seeds and, in the late winter, starting some plants.
It's not complicated, but it does take time. I tend to find garden work rather soothing.
Q6: Baby expense disagreement
My husband and I agree that we should have a baby, but we disagree as to when. He thinks we should have it now so that we're younger during the child's milestones. I don't think we have enough money yet and that we should wait for a while. Combined we make about $80K and our only debt is our student loans which add up to about $70K. We might buy a house soon, though. I am 27 he is 28. Should we wait?
- Olivia
I think you need to sit down together and establish what milestones you want to cross before you have a child. This is a discussion you need to have together.
From what you describe, I don't think you're in a bad financial position to have a child unless you intend to be a stay-at-home parent. If that's the case, I'd try getting rid of that debt first and get some additional savings in the bank.
Be aware that one spouse can interpret another spouse's desire to wait as a hidden desire to not have children at all, and that can be upsetting to someone who wants to have children. You simply need to talk through this and you also need to think about what your own true desires are.
Q7: Fixing a credit score
After a bankruptcy and foreclosure, do you have suggestions for how to fix a credit score? Other than paying bills on time and using a cash-based system of course.
- Julie
Those are really the best things you can be doing right now. There aren't any magic credit fixes out there.
If you can get a credit card with a small credit limit, it's a good idea to start using that for some purchases as long as you pay off the entire balance each month. Just use it for gas, for example.
The best thing you can do is just let time heal the wound and keep your nose clean for a while.
Q8: Taxes and investments
I have a question about investments and taxes. If I decide to buy some stocks and I sell them, how do I figure out how much tax to pay? Can I really end up paying more taxes than I make on the investments?
- Shane
If you buy an investment today and then sell it in a year, if it goes up in value, you're going to generate a capital gain. The difference between the purchase value and the sale value is the capital gain. So, if you buy something for $5,000 and then sell it for $6,000, that's a capital gain of $1,000.
If you held the item for more than a year, it's considered a long term capital gains and, for most people, it's taxed federally at a 15% rate. Short term capital gains are taxed at your normal income rate. Note that the exact rates for capital gains changes fairly regularly depending on the political situation in Washington.
So, if you held that item for eighteen months and sold it for a $1,000 gain, you'd owe $150 in federal taxes on that gain. The exact purchase price and sales price really do not matter – what matters is how much you gained.
Q9: Contractor versus employee
I've worked at the same company as a full time contractor for about three years. We just found out that starting in 2014 the company is going to be making the switch from everyone working as a contractor to becoming employees. Some people who work primarily off-site will get to stay contractors, but everyone else will be offered employee status. I have been told that since I'm currently in a management position that I would be considered "exempt" rather than non-exempt. My question is if you have any advice for me on how best to equip myself for this change. I currently pay quarterly taxes, have my own private health insurance policy, and typically bill for over 40 hours per week due to my workload. Becoming an employee will give me benefits (PTO, health insurance, etc), but it sounds like my take home pay will probably be less. In general, I'm excited for this change, but I want to make sure I can negotiate a salary that will be commensurate with the amount of work that I do. Any advice would be appreciated!
- Jared
I would figure out what you make in a year, subtract away the cost you're currently paying for the benefits that you'll get as an employee, and use that as a baseline for negotiations. I would consider a small salary drop acceptable as most full-time employees are more stable than contractors.
How you negotiate depends entirely on the process of determining your salary. It also somewhat hinges on the quality of your performance over the last three years. The higher your quality, the more likely you are to be able to negotiate with ease.
You should also consider what full-timers in your field are earning. You should be somewhere in the ballpark of what you should expect for someone with your level of experience in that field in your area. The key part is in your area, as a software developer in Silicon Valley will likely make more than one in Des Moines, but the one in Des Moines is enjoying drastically lower costs of living.
Q10: Toll question
When I drive to work, I can either drive about 12 miles and pay $2 in toll or I can drive about 20 miles toll free. The routes are about the same speed, so the longer route takes about 10 minutes longer. Which way is cheaper over the long haul?
- Reginald
It depends on a lot of factors. How new is your car? A newer car will depreciate faster with each mile than an older car, so a newer car leans toward the shorter route. How fuel efficient is your car? The more fuel efficient it is, the better the longer route becomes. How much do you value your time? The higher the value you put on your time, the better the shorter route becomes.
If I were driving an old Honda Civic, for example, and I was listening to a book on tape to learn something that was relevant to my career, I'd drive the longer route every time.
On the other hand, if I was driving a new pickup and I was also trying to jumpstart a side business at home, I'd drive the shorter route every time.
Got any questions? The best way to ask is to email me – trent at thesimpledollar dot com. I'll attempt to answer them in a future mailbag (which, by way of full disclosure, may also get re-posted on other websites that pick up my blog). However, I do receive many, many questions per week, so I may not necessarily be able to answer yours.
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|Proud Phuket is the
luxury boutique hotel with a modern Phuketian design integrates old
with new styled concept.
Offering pool view and pool access accommodation with Varity of cuisine, spa and meeting facilities. Discover the pride of Phuket to enchant your authentic experience.
|Superior Pool View
33 Sqm.
|Superior Pool Access
30 Sqm.
|Deluxe Pool View
53 Sqm.
Yai Yai Kitchen
Yai means grandmother in Thai and our kitchen has been inspired by our grandmother's and her love of Phuket. Experience the nourishing food from grandmother's kitchen. This is where you'll enjoy your sumptuous breakfasts and indulge in all-day Asian fusion options. Dine indoors or outside overlooking the Proud Courtyard and swimming pool.
Open daily Buffet Breakfast 06:30 am - 10:30 am, A la cart breakfastm 10:30 am - 01:30 pm, Lunch 10:30 am - 03:00 pm, Dinner 03:00 pm - 11:00 pm (last order 10:30 pm)
Ang Ku Tea House
Meet friends and watch the world go by whilst savoring our exquisite selection of blend teas, coffees, pastries, organic salad, light snack, raw juices, local delicacies and more.
Open daily from 07:00 am to 11:00 pm
Lao Teng Rooftop Bar
Lao Teng" in Phuket Hokkien means upstairs, and this word is still used regularly even today. Inspired by the opium beds of days gone by our rooftop bar offers laid-back couches and a green haven. Enjoy our signature cocktails and local flavored tapas.
Open daily from 05:00 pm to 11:30 pm. (Happy Hours from 05:00 pm to 07:00 pm)
Tao Pool Bar
Tao Pool Bar provides you with sensuous experience; you can swim up to the bartender and order your favorite drinks or snacks. Here is perfect place to enjoy fresh mixed beverages as you float around the pool or layback on bubbling water sun lounge.
Open daily from 10:00 am to 7:00 pm
|Tao Pool
Enjoy the reflection of the changing sky in our white tiled pool or swim over our mosaic turtle. Let the children enjoy the 60cm children's pool. Lounge in the bubbling water on our sun beds shaded by Proud Court trees. Be tempted by the pool bar treats. You'll find your path with the Tao.
Open daily from 06:00 am to 7:00 pm
Work out alone or under the guidance of our recreation team, Proud Phuket offers wellness opportunities and a gym overlooking the pool. Join us for our daily activities to keep you moving.
Open daily from 06:00 am to 10:00 pm
Nyonya Spa
Let our spa professional analyses your body's needed according to the four elements (earth, water air and fire). Using the best local ingredients, and combining Asian techniques and Western standards of quality. Nyonya Spa offers a full range of luxurious amenities, a Thai Massage Zone and multi-function treatment rooms.
Open daily from 10:00 am to 8:00 pm
Zhuang Yuan Reading Room
A space for you finds a quiet space to read, reflect, regenerate or play scrabble. Our library is stocked with books for all ages and interests or play of our games. Surf the net using our desktop computer. This is a space just for you.
Open daily from 08:00 am to 11:00 pm
Pong Paeng Kids Fun Room
A space for kids of all ages to hang out and be creative whilst mum & dad enjoy some 'me' time.
Open daily from 08:00 am to 6:00 pm
|Swimming Pool
|Sun Bed
|Nai Yang Beach (nearby)
|Nai Yang Beach (nearby)
|Nai Yang Beach (nearby)
|The Hotel is ideally situate on the north of Phuket in a heart of Naiyang Beach. 5 minutes to
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Pleasure from the first sip.
Bringing pleasure from the first sip, this is a striking family of Single Malt Scotch Whiskies that everyone can enjoy
Pleasure from the first sip.
It's hard to imagine summarising whiskies from three distinct distilleries. Where would you begin: the nutty cereal notes of Dufftown's palate, the fresh orchard fruits of Glendullan, or Glen Ord's dark berries? All perfectly balanced, rich and smooth to the finish. Crafted to be instant favourites, not one of these expressions could be called an acquired taste. In fact, The Singletons have a quality the experts call 'welcoming': comprising of the best, most appealing and enjoyable flavours from the spectrum of Single Malt Scotch Whisky.Discover the Flavour Map
The Singleton lends itself to so many flavour combinations, we decided to see what Berlin's street food collective Bite Club would make of our Dufftown whiskies.