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‘Spider-Man: Far From Home’ is a Whirlwind Tour of Web-Slinging Fun

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Summer might be a traditional time for ambitious teens to learn responsibility with a part-time job, but Spider-Man entered the workforce a little earlier than most; it’s time to cash in on that vacation time with a nice trip overseas before those galactic threats ramp up again. Any satisfying European adventure usually involves plenty of sightseeing, some obligatory landmarks, a few amusingly awkward travel moments, and the possibility of a little romance; but how to fit it all in? Boundless enthusiasm, of course. Where Homecoming seemed too impatient for its protege to grow up and enter the toil of the superhero rat race that is the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man: Far From Home is almost frothing at the mouth to get some much-deserved play time. It doesn’t completely leave work back at the office (should’ve turned that phone off), but the resulting whirlwind tour is still mostly refreshing fun.

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The film wastes no time in getting where it wants to go; as Peter Parker prepares for a class trip across the pond in the aftermath of the world-changing events of Avengers: Endgame, his superhero duties start to take a back seat to youthful aspirations. After all, what better place to woo his secret crush than than afloat on Venetian canals or atop the Eiffel Tower? His intentions are so pure that he tunes out reminders to pack the Spidey suit (though not without guilty reservations) in an effort to forget, at least for a little while, the emotional and physical toll that wearing it brings.

That can’t last long, obviously, or Spider-Man: Far From Home would be a completely different movie, but the effort to establish a Peter Parker who is increasingly feeling the burden of his responsibilities works well, and helps keep later decisions much more within the realm of possibility. Even though he’s “been to space,” this is a naive, unworldly kid looking to finally be such again; it’s understandable that at times his spider senses might not see trouble coming. This is especially true when distracted by gorgeous city architecture, picturesque mountainsides, and the fleeting glances from a girl named MJ. Ah, to be young and in love; old Nick Fury couldn’t possibly understand.

Though it’s often in a rush to zip from one sensational attraction to the next, like a low-attention-span student tourist group rarely interested in soaking up culture or the magnitude of history surrounding them, the first half of Spider-Man: Far From Home nevertheless makes enough stops off the action-movie beaten path in order to wallow in the lighter side of life. Hardly any importance is given to the locations, but awkward flirting, teenage jealousies, and Aunt May’s dating prospects provide plenty of breezy comedic fodder, giving Marvel fans something to consistently laugh about again, and even the changes brought upon the world after you-know-what elicit some clever gags. The aw-shucks relationship stuff is bolstered by a long string of gentle pokes at out-of-touch-teachers, YouTube streamers, selfies, and ghosting a guy who hasn’t quite adjusted to the lack of reverence in this new generation.

Due to the nature of the on-the-move premise, the breezy atmosphere and brisk pacing work far better this time than it did when focusing on routine in New York, and it’s easy to get whisked away right along with the characters. There’s a schedule to keep, people! Sure, there are moments of exposition sprinkled into the itinerary where the presence of gargantuan elemental monsters that destroy much of that aforementioned gorgeous architecture are kind of ‘explained,’ as well as brief action set pieces involving a fishbowl-headed, caped wonder dubbed ‘Mysterio’ who flies around while casting magic and leaving a trail of green smoke, but it’s the little moments that end up the most memorable during Spider-Man: Far From Home. The clumsy interactions on the plane, the embarrassing misunderstandings at the hotel, and freedom to shift from and adapt to whatever situation presents itself.

Much of that is due to Tom Holland’s exuberant performance. He once again plays Peter as a young man brimming with energy, practically bursting at the seams to take control of his own destiny, yet bridled by guilt and loyalty. What good is being a superhero if you never get what you want? This version of the character has yet to achieve as much pathos or relatability as Tobey Maguire’s sadder sack, but his likability is off the charts, and the sincere, whiz-bang nature with which he tries to tackle every situation is never less than endearing. That wholesomeness lends much-needed weight to scenes of frustration, and moments that offer a glimpse into the youth who could almost give up being a superhero in favor of a normal life hit harder than the jocular scripts often deserves.

The flip side of this is that Far From Home suffers when there’s less for Holland to do outside of swinging around and slinging web. Though the supporting cast are made up of pros who know how to crack wise or deliver a longing look, their contributions are negligible in the humanity department. Only Jake Gyllenhaal is able to cut loose a bit, allowed to deviate ever so slightly from factory line readings and inject an intriguing undercurrent into his mystery man. Despite the absurd outfit, Mysterio ends up as the only other truly interesting person in this entire affair. It’s not enough to bolster a standard third act that sags under the weight of falling buildings and swarms of CGI, but any little bit certainly helps.

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Yes, Spider-Man: Far From Home starts fast and finishes a tad sloppy, but youth has always been wasted on the young. Regardless, the trip overseas has resulted in this sub-series of the MCU finding itself, perhaps discovering what it’s meant to be, where it’s place in the world is. No doubt it will soon be back to the daily grind of the Marvel mill, but there’s always time to make money; this is the time to make memories.

Patrick Murphy grew up in the hearty Midwest, where he spent many winter hours watching movies and playing video games while waiting for baseball season to start again. When not thinking of his next Nintendo post or writing screenplays to satisfy his film school training, he’s getting his cinema fix as the Editor of Sordid Cinema, Goomba Stomp's Film and TV section.

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  1. Ricky Fernandes da Conceição

    July 4, 2019 at 1:35 am

    I strongly prefer Homecoming over Far From Home, mostly because of Michael Keaton but also because … you know … it is a far superior film. Far From Home did not have one memorable scene. It was just alright.

    • Patrick Murphy

      July 4, 2019 at 7:15 pm

      Interesting, as I had the opposite experience; I found Homecoming to be the completely unmemorable movie. I’d rewatch Far From Home any day, but Homecoming for me was a slog.

  2. Dave

    July 10, 2019 at 7:06 pm

    I am ready for a Spiderman movie where it is all his own. Whether it is Iron man’s tech, hi disgruntled employees, or hi competition, I am ready for Spiderman to move away from the rest of the MCU. Homecoming was better though because…. you know… Batman was in it. Although I really enjoyed the scene from Far From Home where Mysterio kicked Spidey’s trash.

    • Patrick Murphy

      July 11, 2019 at 2:08 pm

      I’m with you on the need for a standalone; let this character breathe for a second! As for which movie is better, well, both are entertaining in their own ways, but I just thought Far From Home was a little spiffier. And I’ll take Jake Gyllenhaal”s bar scene here over anything Michael Keaton did in Homecoming.

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‘The Kingmaker’ is a Probing Look at the Wife of a Despot

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The Queen of Versailles, released back in 2012, was one of the best documentaries of the decade. Directed by Lauren Greenfield, it followed Jackie Siegel, the trophy wife of David Siegel, founder of the timeshare company Westgate Resorts. The film depicted the family’s construction of what was to be the largest residential home in the United States, which quickly went awry once the 2008 financial crisis hit their business hard. The documentary showed that Greenfield has a unique gift for understanding the lives and pathologies of the super-wealthy. Seven years later, Greenfield is back with The Kingmaker, another documentary portrait of a rich lady — one who, like Jackie Siegel, also had a cartoonishly evil husband and a weakness for both opulent residences and rare exotic animals.

The Kingmaker is a portrait of Imelda Marcos, the First Lady of the Philippines from the 1960s to the ’80s. Imelda is known in the popular imagination as the supportive wife of that country’s dictator Ferdinand Marcos, for frequently meeting with world leaders, and for her extensive collection of thousands of pairs of shoes. This one is set on the other side of the world, but is just as instructive, not to mention entertaining.

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Greenfield’s film catches up with the now 90-year-old Imelda, and depicts her life today as she luxuriates around her various estates, reminisces about late husband, tells stories about meeting with leaders from Reagan to Mao to Saddam, and pushes the political career of her son, known as Bongbong, who ran for vice president of the Philippines in 2016. 

For the first half hour or so, The Kingmaker looks like an attempt to humanize and even rehabilitate Imelda’s image. She opens up about her mother’s death and her husband’s serial infidelities; he claimed he was constantly sending her around the world because he feared a coup, but really it was so he could conduct extramarital affairs.

We start to think this is, if not a puff piece, the equivalent of one of Errol Morris’ docs, where he gives a controversial political figure a chance to have their say while also challenging them. 

But eventually things turn, and The Kingmaker lays out that the Marcos family had in fact engaged in massive human rights improprieties, from torturing political dissidents to rigging elections, to a scheme that entailed razing an entire residential area in order to build a zoo of exotic animals which were imported from Africa via bribes. Perhaps it was a clue early on when Imelda revealed how well she got along with the likes of Richard Nixon, Moammar Khadafy, Mao Tse-Tung, and Saddam Hussein. 

The Marcos family also plundered billions from their own people, which paid for real estate all over the world, priceless art, as well as that famous shoe collection (The Kingmaker shows, among other things, that the Philippines could really use an Emoluments Clause.) What Imelda has to say now (she only ever refers to her husband as “Marcos”) makes it clear that she was not only complicit in the dictator’s crimes, but continues to defend and profit from them to this day. 

And from what we see of the Marcos’ son, Bongbong, he’s a uniquely untalented and uninspiring politician who has inherited all of his father’s corruption, but none of his charisma. The Kingmaker also ties in with the modern-day politics of the country, as its current president, Rodrigo Dutarte, is shown as the true heir to the Marcos tradition, depicted as a Trump to Bongbong’s Jeb Bush.

The Kingmaker also recalls Joshua Oppenheimer’s great 2013 documentary The Act of Killing in the way it demonstrates how national myths are established and carried through the generations. We see schoolchildren reciting why the imposition of martial law was actually a moment of national glory. 

Greenfield’s last film, last year’s Generation Wealth, was a big step down, lacking any focus and for some reason concentrating a great deal on people from the porn industry. But The Kingmaker is a return to form for the filmmaker, as it shows she’s honest enough to speak ill of her own subject. 

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‘Rojo’ Takes Carefully Composed Aim at Argentina’s Murky Past

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Getting off to a creepy and crackling start, Benjamín Nasihtat’s Rojo can’t quite live up to its opening promise while admirably trying to navigate a muddied maze of vague suspicion around a small town in Argentina during the 1970s before the coup. Still, though the story bumps into a few dead ends before finally emerging into some light at the finish, exquisite compositions — punctuated by occasional bursts that mimic the time period’s cinematic style — and a quietly simmering performance from star Darío Grandinetti manage to keep things engaging enough throughout this low-key thriller.

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After a mysterious opening shot in which an abandoned house in a pleasant neighborhood is calmly looted by various locals, Rojo directs our attention to a cozy, upscale restaurant where respectable lawyer Claudio sits alone, waiting for his wife, courteously acknowledged by other similarly well-off patrons. He draws the ire of another customer, who abrasively chides Claudio for occupying a table when he is not ready to order, thus depriving those who are. Pretending to take the higher road, Claudio gives up his seat, but can’t resist also giving this rude young man a lecture of his own — one that despite its refined vocabulary, smacks of hostile superiority. From there, an altercation ensues that will not only haunt Claudio for the rest of the film, but also stand for a certain societal rot that took over a country.

The sequence is chilling in its callousness, the way in which a person is removed from a restaurant — and a community — with nary a blink of an eye; soon, everyone is back to chattering away, enjoying their meals as if a mere pest had entered and was quickly shooed away. Beneath their civilized faces, however, their are subtle signs of deep unease. Rojo expertly creates a tension here that it will then go on to very slowly dilute, as more and more tangents are given prominence in an attempt to reinforce already clear themes without shedding new light on them.

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The paranoia and guilt lurking beneath nearly every interaction in Rojo serves to bring attention to the various disappearances that take place and are alluded to throughout the story. That fear of being “disappeared” without a trace is a clear reference to the “los desaparecidos” — political dissidents from the era who either fled the country or were kidnapped and murdered in the wake of a military coup that wanted to silence opposition. The premise that one can suddenly say the wrong thing and summarily be erased from society while everyone looks the other way is an inherently scary one, and that pervading atmosphere goes a long way toward making Rojo highly watchable.

However, once the general idea is firmly and skillfully established, Rojo seems to have little place else to go with it. A subplot involving selling the house from the prologue is mildly interesting in how it portrays the opportunistic behavior that capitalized on atrocity, but the process eventually fizzles out. American rodeo cowboys pay a visit, alluding to U.S. involvement during the coup, but not much else. A trip to the beach perhaps shows a bit of the pressure that gets to those who have had to turn a blind eye for so long, but little else is garnered outside a stylish depiction of a solar eclipse that washes the screen symbolic red. A teenage romance seems like it’s reaching for something important to say about dominance and jealousy, but can’t come up with more than another disappearance — and of a character who might as well be a nobody regardless, for the few minutes they are on screen.

A missing doctor, a magician’s act, a church confrontation; the power of the vanishings is undermined somewhat by their frequency. But maybe that’s the point — that we all can be desensitized to injustice.

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Still, whether or not one finds meaning, it’s hard to take one’s eyes off such gorgeously composed images as Nasihtat has crafted here. Though its plot often seems to lack focus, Rojo still emits a feeling of pinpoint exactitude through pictures. Nearly every frame is a joy to examine, creating a palpable sense that angles and staging have been meticulously prepared to convey important information key to unlocking the script’s mysteries. Restrained use of zooms and freeze frames also help inject some period style into the proceedings, and can be effectively startling. Holding it all together though is the repressed performance of Darío Grandinetti, who masterfully finds the quiet fear and hypocrisy in a certain kind of ‘upright’ citizen. As the various pressures grow (including from a big-city TV investigator played by Alfredo Castro), will he be able to hold it together?

The payoff is a bit anti-climactic, but Rojo has already been trending that way since the beginning. Nevertheless, it does conclude on a more explicit note, and there is a great visual pleasure to be had from simply watching this story unfold in such sharp, capable filmmaking hands.

‘Rojo’ is now available on digital formats from 1844 Entertainment.

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‘Queen of Hearts’ is a Frank and Difficult Look at Sexual Desire

Trine Dyrholm is typically brilliant in Danish film ‘Queen of Hearts’ — playing an older woman embarking on an affair with her stepson.

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Queen of Hearts starts with a rather banal scene. Anne (Trine Dyrholm) walks through the woods with her dog. Her children are just outside her large, glass-heavy house. She goes inside, where her husband, Peter (Magnus Krepper), says police have called and he has to go. She looks outside at some barren trees, dramatic strings play, and the title credits come on; it’s a seemingly innocuous moment curdled into something far more ominous. 

This opening salvo with something moody and dark hiding within the banality and reliability of a simple family scene (later revealed to be in the future) sums up the Official Danish Best International Film submission Queen of Hearts as a whole. This is a film of bad decisions, loneliness, and creaky moral boundaries, interrogating the mores of modern womanhood against the backdrop of supposed domestic perfection. 

Our protagonist, Anne, is a lawyer who works with children who have been abused. She knows how to talk to young victims of rape and neglect, balancing a firm sense of what’s right with the necessary language to give these children hope. But she has difficulties switching from work to home, unable to give her twin daughters the affection they deserve. One way for anyone to switch off and focus on life outside of work, of course, is to engage in some form of intimacy; yet, her hypocritical, workaholic doctor husband has little time to give her any attention in the bedroom. 

When Peter’s teenage son, Gustav (Gustav Lindh), turns up to stay for the summer, Anne is immediately attracted to his moodiness and sexual swagger. Their slow seduction scenes seem to all come from different movies: porno (he suddenly comes out of the shower in the towel), summer indie drama (a scene in a lake with splashing water and an ecstatic soundtrack), and eventually horror (a writhing, overly staged sex scene in the dark that is extremely shocking in its frankness). 

These shifts in tone reflect the film’s queasy study in shifting sympathies, making Queen of Hearts a modern morality play baked in typically Scandinavian seriousness. Is Anne simply engaging in a harmless affair, rediscovering her long-dormant sexuality? Or is the age difference simply too far? With echoes of both The Hunt (2012) and the women-focused sex-dramas of Lars von Trier, it is sure to provoke a mixture of praise for its brazen female sexual gaze, and eventually disgust for where this gaze finally takes us. 

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Most of us assume that we are good people, even as we are engaging in less than savoury activities. It may look bad to people on the outside, but we have our reasons. The ever-reliable Trine Dyrholm turns in another mesmerising performance here, balancing her own lack of sexual self-confidence against her outwardly authoritative presence as a lawyer. Even if we cannot agree with what she does, Dyrholm successfully conveys her character’s complexity, making her sympathetic throughout. But just as we can never judge ourselves objectively, we can never know the ultimate effect our actions may have on others, especially in a dynamic such as this, leading to some bitter results. 

Queen of Hearts asks the viewer to never make assumptions, to think outside of clichés, and to really dig deep into the true heart of the matter. Director May el-Toukhy knows she has strong actors and a strong screenplay here, employing minimal tricks to just let them get on and really chew into the material. While unlikely to make it into the final Oscar shortlist, Queen of Hearts deserves a lot of credit for its utter brazenness and steadfast commitment to its difficult premise.

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