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Atonement<\/b><\/i><\/a> (dir. Joe Wright; UK, 123 min.)<\/p>\n I\u2019ve already written my review, which will appear in print closer to the film\u2019s North American release in December. But suffice to say that the film brilliantly engages both the heart and the brain. I would agree with those who think the World War II scenes are a bit of a letdown after the fantastic first act \u2014 at least on first viewing \u2014 but by the end of the film, I was in tears. And I wasn\u2019t even sure who, exactly, I was crying for. I want to see this one again.<\/p>\n \u2013<\/p>\n My Kid Could Paint That<\/b><\/i><\/a> (dir. Amir Bar-Lev; USA, 81 min.)<\/p>\n Is abstract art so simple and undemanding a child could do it? Or does it require a certain maturity of the artist? These are only the most obvious questions raised by the case of Marla Olmstead<\/a>, a four-year-old girl whose paintings earned over $300,000 \u2014 until a 60 Minutes<\/i> report did serious damage to her reputation, by interviewing a psychiatrist who said the paintings sold in Marla\u2019s name could only have been done by a grown-up. This surprisingly complex film touches on many interesting issues \u2014 such as the nature of art criticism, the exploitation of prodigies, and whether four-year-old girls should even have<\/i> reputations \u2014 but the one that intrigues me most is the statement made by one of the interviewees, who says that all<\/i> works of art tell stories, even the ones that are calculated to avoid<\/i> story-telling. People bought Jackson Pollock<\/a> paintings, it is said, because they bought into the story of Jackson Pollock \u2014 a story that existed outside of the paintings but was nevertheless read into them by his admirers. So would the paintings sold in Marla\u2019s name be just as beautiful (or not) if it turned out that someone else had made them? Or is it Marla\u2019s story<\/i> that people are really buying? I am particularly struck by the fact that one of Marla\u2019s paintings is called \u201cOde to Pollock\u201d. Who gave it that name? Surely not Marla herself? Either way, the very title<\/i> of the painting implies a story too, doesn\u2019t it? We hear it, and we either imagine a four-year-old girl sitting at an easel and thinking to herself, \u201cI think I want to pay homage to Jackson Pollock,\u201d or we imagine an adult looking at her painting after she\u2019s done with it and saying, \u201cOh, that\u2019s very good, honey; this reminds us of Jackson Pollock.\u201d Or, perhaps, we imagine an adult creating the painting and calling it \u201cOde to Pollock\u201d and then trying to pass it off as the work of a little girl. Among other things, My Kid Could Paint That<\/i> is a compelling look at what happens when the artist loses control of the story behind the art.<\/p>\n Thu Oct 11 @ 3pm @ GR1<\/i><\/p>\n \u2013<\/p>\n The Savages<\/b><\/i><\/a> (dir. Tamara Jenkins; USA, 113 min.)<\/p>\n One of my longstanding pet peeves<\/a> is the lack of films about adult brother-sister relationships \u2014 so a film starring Philip Seymour Hoffman as the brother and Laura Linney as the sister (she played a similar part in 2000\u2019s You Can Count on Me<\/a><\/i>, where the brother was played by Mark Ruffalo) was a must-see, for me. Hoffman and Linney play siblings who have to deal with the fact that their father is suffering from dementia, and the fact that he was distant if not abusive to at least one of them when they were children makes things a little more complicated, emotionally. I am used to projecting myself and my own sisters onto characters like these, but this was the first film of this sort that I have seen since my twins were born, and I was startled to realize that I was imagining how Thomas and Elizabeth \u2014 toddlers whose diapers I change every day right now \u2014 might have to help me look after myself<\/i> in 30 or 40 years, just as Hoffman and Linney take care of their<\/i> father, sometimes bickering over how to do so. I am still mulling over what to make of the film\u2019s final moments, and I question whether the father is so old that he would ask to watch The Jazz Singer<\/a><\/i> (1927), and I doubt that a man who has been denied a major fellowship several times would not ask to see the letter \u2014 just out of curiosity \u2014 when someone he knows says she has just been accepted for it. But I really liked the subtle nuances in the writing and the performances. This felt like real life, to me.<\/p>\n \u2013<\/p>\n Before the Devil Knows You\u2019re Dead<\/b><\/i><\/a> (dir. Sidney Lumet; USA, 123 min.)<\/p>\n Philip Seymour Hoffman plays a brother in this movie, too \u2014 but instead of a slice-of-life drama, it\u2019s a heist-gone-wrong thriller. Like a lot of crime flicks, this one jumps around in time, and it\u2019s got style to burn; it\u2019s also quite merciless to its characters. Ethan Hawke plays the kid brother who desperately needs money, and the fearlessly naked Marisa Tomei plays the woman caught between the two men (she\u2019s Hoffman\u2019s wife, but she sleeps with Hawke, too); Albert Finney is also on hand as the pater familias<\/i> who doesn\u2019t know his sons are responsible for the death of his wife. I had heard some great buzz about the film before I saw it, but I don\u2019t think it is quite<\/i> as good as I was led to believe; still, if you\u2019re into really bleak stories about divorce, theft, drugs, murder, blackmail, revenge, and all that good stuff, this could be right up your alley. I particularly like the way the film emphasizes the awkward clumsiness with which the crimes are committed.<\/p>\n \u2013<\/p>\n Elijah<\/b><\/i><\/a> (dir. Paul Unwin; Canada, 88 min.)<\/p>\n No, not a film about the biblical prophet \u2014 though that would be nice, some day \u2014 but rather, a film about Elijah Harper, the aboriginal politician from Manitoba who single-handedly defeated the Meech Lake Accord<\/a> in 1990 and thus either saved the country or brought it close to ruin, depending on your point of view. (I lean towards the former view, myself.) Produced for TV, this is in some ways a conventional biopic, but it jazzes things up every now and then with irreverent history-lesson cartoons and other satiric touches. My favorite bit is the scene where Prime Minister Brian Mulroney says he cannot meet with the Native leaders personally because he has to meet Nelson Mandela; at a time when there were only a few days left to pass the Accord, because of a deadline built into it, the man who insisted that passing the Accord was some sort of moral imperative could not be bothered to meet with his own country\u2019s natives, all because he was hosting a recently liberated native leader from some other<\/i> country. I was curious to see if the film would allude to the real-life Harper\u2019s faith<\/a> in any way, but I am not too surprised to find that it doesn\u2019t; I believe he returned to Christianity a few years after<\/i> the events depicted here. So if religion comes up at all here, it is usually in the context of things like the residential school system<\/a> \u2014 a big black mark on this country and all the churches involved in that.<\/p>\n Mon Oct 8 @ 1:30pm @ PCT<\/i><\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Vancouver International Film Festival is about half-over now, so it\u2019s about time I posted a few more brief capsule reviews. \u2013 Atonement (dir. Joe Wright; UK, 123 min.) I\u2019ve already written my review, which will appear in print closer to the film\u2019s North American release in December. 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