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Watch: Tolkien, Starring Nicholas Hoult and Lily Collins, Gets First Trailer
Behold the Biopic, the Pillar of the Great Man!
Behold the Biopic, the Pillar of the Great Man! Today, Fox Searchlight Pictures, happily celebrating 25 years with a new logo, released the trailer for Dome Karukoski's Tolkien, which traces the formative years of the orphaned J.R.R. Tolkien (played by Nicholas Hoult) as he "finds friendship, love and artistic inspiration among a group of fellow outcasts at school." Outside of a few red-tinged flashes of warfare, the trailer doesn't really give us a concrete sense of the tumult that Tolkien endured during his early years that might have inspired him to write The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, but I guess that cutesy dissolve between a big old tree and a twirling Lily Collins—as Tolkien's wife and muse Edith Bratt—suggests that Arwen and the Ents were on the mind of a young Tolkien while he was caught in the grips of a hallucination straight of The Theory of Everything.
See below for the film's official trailer:
Fox Searchlight Pictures will release Tolkien on May 10, 2019.
Review: Tate Taylor's Ava Doesn't Lack for Star Power, Only Narrative Thrills
Ava isn't only banal, but also, in its half-hearted stabs at novel ideas, seemingly content with its banality.1
Action thrillers don't get much more generic than Tate Taylor's Ava, which tells of a veteran assassin being hunted down by the shadowy organization that employs her. If there's a twist here, it's that Ava (Jessica Chastain) is a recovering alcoholic trying to mend her family relationships while fending off attackers after she becomes too careless in the field. But even this thread of family drama is as uninspiring as the film's thriller trappings. Because Ava never bothers to articulate how its eponymous character's secret professional life affects her personal life, and vice versa, or even the emotional and psychological toll that such a delicate balancing act must take on her, it's difficult not to see Ava's alcoholism as a superficial affectation, a transparent means of making her seem "complicated" as a character.
Ava's interactions with her mother, Bobbi (Geena Davis), and sister, Judy (Jess Weixler), are marked by a sassy repartee that feels inconsistent with the film's otherwise gritty atmosphere, though the relaxed nature of these moments gives the impression that Taylor is more at ease handling this aspect of the narrative. A music-free and exhausting fight scene between Ava's handler, Duke (John Malkovich), and their superior, Simon (Colin Farrell), where the sound is amplified to emphasize the brutal physicality of every punching, bone-crunching hit, would make for mesmerizing cinema if not for the fact that the film's action sequences are borderline incomprehensible, all frenetic camera movement and erratic editing.
Chastain, at least, proves to be a compelling presence, as she admirably tries to elevate the flimsy, one-note material—most notably in later scenes where her subtle expressions convey Ava's failing attempts to fight back the emotions that are getting the better of her projected stoicism. But the performance isn't worthy of the film, which is likely to leave audiences wondering how it even managed to attract so much A-level talent. For Ava isn't only banal, but also, in its half-hearted stabs at novel ideas, seemingly content with its banality.
Cast: Jessica Chastain, John Malkovich, Colin Farrell, Common, Jess Weixler, Geena Davis, Diana Silvers, Joan Chen Director: Tate Taylor Screenwriter: Matthew Newton Distributor: Vertical Entertainment Running Time: 96 min Rating: R Year: 2020
Review: Time Is an Oblique Look at Black Lives Undone by the Prison System
The film reminds us that behind the numbers and procedures of a court case are actual lives existing in actual, human time.3.5
If you want to argue that the law enforcement, criminal justice, and penal systems in the U.S. are badly in need of reform, a first instinct may be to point to the hundreds of felony sentences that have been overturned in the last few decades due to wrongful convictions. Arguing that a man was justly convicted but nevertheless victimized by the carceral state—getting people to accept a guilty man as a locus of sympathy—is a taller order, but it's just what Garrett Bradley does, in plain but morally forceful terms, in her documentary Time.
The man in question is Robert Richardson, convicted along with his wife, Sibil, of robbing a credit union in Shreveport, Louisiana on the morning of September 16, 1997. At the time, the couple had four sons, and Sibil was pregnant with twin boys. Considering her situation, Sibil took a plea bargain and was sentenced to 12 years, though she was out on parole after only three-and-a-half. Meanwhile, Robert was sentenced to 65 years without parole.
Bradley doesn't, and perhaps doesn't need to, trot out statistics to make the case that Robert's draconian sentence represents a perpetuation of anti-Black racism. She's got the receipts: years of home-video diaries that Sibil recorded for Robert as she worked tirelessly to support her family while also trying to secure legal motions for his re-sentencing. All the while, their boys grew up without their father. Time opens with a montage of these home videos, set to Tsegue-Maryam's whirl-a-gig piano piece "The Mad Man's Laughter": Sibil waking the twins for the first day of school; observing them playing in the snow; riding rollercoasters with them; filming them play at a pool party; and giving them lectures on work ethic at school.
At the end of the documentary, we see some of this footage again, of Robert and Sibil's boys at play and growing up, only this time run in reverse. The camera performs an act that for Sibil and her family is impossible, rolling back the lost years, completing the story's happy ending. Matching the black and white of Sibil's home movies, Bradley's new footage captures the culmination of the herculean efforts that eventually get Robert released after 21 years. But, of course, Robert's return can't restore lost time, like the camera seems to.
Bradley's film gives us glimpses into the status of the family as it stands in the weeks leading up to Robert's release. Now living in New Orleans, the boys are in the process of striking out on their own. The youngest, twins Justus and Freedom, are diligent college students, and at one point we catch glimpses of one's poli-sci debate and another's dedicated French study. An elder brother, Richard, is on the cusp of graduating medical school. "Success is the best revenge," Sibil muses at one point, as she waits in her office for a call from a judge.
The film's title evokes "doing time," but we don't see Robert actually serving his sentence; instead, we feel its duration in the gap it's left in his family's life, and in their words we're offered an oblique commentary on the history of Black incarceration. "It's almost like slavery time, like the white man keep you there until he figures it's time for you to get out," Robert's mother avers to the camera. It's a statement that could serve as a succinct summary of Michelle Alexander's The New Jim Crow, though it's delivered with the extemporaneity and subdued anguish of lived observation rather than with muted scholarly precision.
Bradley's film is about feeling time, about conveying some idea of what 21 years feels like to someone else. In images of the almost imperceptible movement of clouds over New Orleans, Barrett finds a lyrical metaphor for time's ineffability—as well as for abiding faith in the eventuality of grace ("God looks over the sparrows, Sibil. He's going to look over us," Sibil recalls Robert saying to her after his sentencing). Far more than a polemic against the prison-industrial complex, Time reminds us in eminently cinematic ways that behind the numbers and procedures of a court case are actual lives existing in actual, human time.
Director: Garrett Bradley Distributor: Amazon Studios Running Time: 81 min Rating: NR Year: 2020
The Best Horror Movies on Netflix Right Now
These great horror films are currently streaming on Netflix.
Ever since audiences ran screaming from the premiere of Auguste and Louis Lumière's 1895 short black-and-white silent documentary Arrival of a Train at La Ciotat, the histories of filmgoing and horror have been inextricably intertwined. Through the decades—and subsequent crazes for color and sound, stereoscopy and anamorphosis—since that train threatened to barrel into the front row, there's never been a time when audiences didn't clamor for the palpating fingers of fear. Horror films remain perennially popular, despite periodic (and always exaggerated) rumors of their demise, even in the face of steadily declining ticket sales and desperately shifting models of distribution.
Into the new millennium, horror films have retained their power to shock and outrage by continuing to plumb our deepest primordial terrors and incarnate our sickest, most socially unpalatable fantasies. They are, in what amounts to a particularly delicious irony, a "safe space" in which we can explore these otherwise unfathomable facets of our true selves, while yet consoling ourselves with the knowledge that "it's only a movie."
At the same time, the genre manages to find fresh and powerful metaphors for where we're at as a society and how we endure fractious, fearful times. For every eviscerated remake or toothless throwback, there's a startlingly fresh take on the genre's most time-honored tropes; for every milquetoast PG-13 compromise, there's a ferocious take-no-prisoners attempt to push the envelope on what we can honestly say about ourselves. And some of our favorites are currently streaming on Netflix. Budd Wilkins
10. The Blackcoat's Daughter (2015)
The Blackcoat's Daughter has a sad, macabre integrity. Kiernan Shipka, Lucy Boynton, Emma Roberts, Lauren Holly, and James Remar are poignant in their minimalist roles, and writer-director Oz Perkins arranges their characters in a cleverly constructed narrative prism that simultaneously dramatizes violence and its aftermath in an endless chain reaction of perpetual cause and effect. And the carnage, when it arrives, is staged with an aura of guttural bitterness that refuses to give gore-hounds their jollies, elaborating, instead, on the desolation of the characters committing the acts. When the demons appear in the film, and in terrifyingly fleeting glimpses, Perkins understands them to spring from the deepest chasms of human despair. Bowen
9. 1922 (2017)
In 1922, Wilfred James (Thomas Jane) initially scans as a broadly brutish characterization given by an actor looking to disrupt his handsomely aloof image, following a cinematic tradition of expressively filthy, monosyllabic and flamboyantly antisocial characters such as Daniel Plainview and Karl Childers. Though Jane's dramatization of rage is haunting and shrewdly comical in its overt and ultimately moving über-manliness. The casual violence of Wilfred's physicality is subtly calibrated, particularly the tension in his muscled back as he drinks lemonade on the porch after a hard day of murder. Complementing Jane's portrait of coiled wrath, Molly Parker physicalizes the fear that informs every minute wrinkle of Arlette's relationship with her husband, which the character attempts to paper over with bravado, inadvertently sealing her doom. Arlette is one of countless women who're damned if they do and if they don't, yet somehow the men are able to rationalize themselves as the victims. 1922 informs Stephen King's pulp feminism with primordial, biblically ugly force. Bowen
8. The Invitation (2015)
The Invitation filters each sinister development through Will's (Logan Marshall-Green) unreliable perspective, to the point that one friend's failure to turn up at a lavish dinner, or another's precipitous departure, appear as if submerged, changing with each shift in the emotional current. Returning to the rambling house where he and Eden once lived for the first time since the death of their son, Will finds himself inundated anew by his heartache, and the film, which otherwise hews to crisp, clean realism, is run through with these painful stabs of memory. Eden slashes her wrists in the kitchen sink, the sounds of children playing emanate from the empty yard, inane talk of the Internet's funny cats and penguins becomes white noise against Will's screaming: The question of whether or not to trust his sense of foreboding is perhaps not so open as director Karyn Kusama and company might wish, but against the terrors of continuing on after losing a child, the issue of narrative suspense is almost immaterial. Matt Brennan
7. Sinister (2012)
Scott Derrickson's Sinister isn't a period piece, but by directing its attention backward it brackets its chosen tech-horror particulars as products of a bygone era—in this case considerably further back than the period of tube TVs and quarter-inch tapes to which this subgenre of horror so often belongs. Much like Ringu, Sinister concerns a cursed film whose audience dies after exposure to it, but here the curse is disseminated not by clunky videotape, but by a box of 8mm films. The projector, more than simply outmoded, is regarded here as practically archaic, and as with Berberian Sound Studio and its reel-to-reel fetishism, Sinister makes quite a show of the mechanics of the machine, soaking in the localized details and milking them for their weighty physicality. Even the format's deficiencies, from the rickety hum of sprockets to the instability of the frame, are savored by what seems like a nostalgic impulse—a fondness for the old-fashioned that even transforms the rough, granular quality of the haunted films themselves into something like pointillist paintings of the macabre. Calum Marsh
6. Session 9 (2001)
As in real estate, the three most important factors in Brad Anderson's brooding Session 9 are: location, location, location. The filmmakers have hit upon something special with the Danvers State Mental Hospital, whose sprawling Victorian edifice looms large over the narrative: A motley crew of asbestos-removal workers, led by matrimonially challenged Gordon (Peter Mullan), run afoul of a baleful, possibly supernatural, influence within its decaying walls. Anderson uses to brilliant effect a series of archived audio recordings—leading up to the titular "breakthrough" session—that document a disturbing case of split personality. While the film doesn't entirely stick its murderous finale, no one who hears those scarifying final lines of dialogue will soon forget them. Wilkins
5. Before I Wake (2016)
Director Mike Flanagan's Before I Wake hints—in flashes—at a remarkably cruel psychodrama, physicalizing one of the worst and most common fears that orphans share: that they're awful and unlovable, and therefore undeserving of parents. This fear is similar to the terror that parents have of inadvertently destroying or disappointing their children, and Flanagan unites these anxieties with a ghoulishly inventive plot turn that he doesn't fully explore. Flanagan is deeply invested in Cody's (Jacob Tremblay) welfare, to the point of rigidly signifying the various manifestations of the boy's nightmares, pigeonholing irrationality into a rational framework so as to justify a moving yet literal-minded finale. Chaos could've opened Before I Wake up, allowing it to breathe, though Flanagan's beautiful and empathetic film cannot be taken for granted. Bowen
4. The Evil Dead (1981)
The Evil Dead still feels like the punchiest horror flick this side of a Dario Argento giallo. Sam Raimi relentlessly fashions the film's first half as a creepy-crawly sweat chamber with evil seemingly taking the form of an omniscient, roaming camera, gleefully poking fun at his five protagonists along the way. Despite the signs—the difficult-to-start vehicle, the fallen bridge—no one else believes the woods are alive. Ash (Bruce Campbell), horrordom's most memorable wuss, and his girlfriend, Linda (Betsy Baker), share an intimate, peek-a-boo moment in which he gives her a necklace, and when he's later forced to kill her, Raimi takes great joy in referencing this coquettish exchange of affection. Now infamous for its over-the-top gore and cheesy effects sequences, The Evil Dead is most impressive for Raimi's unnerving wide angle work and his uncanny, almost unreal ability to suggest the presence of intangible evil via distant headlights, bleeding light sockets, and, in the film's most awesome set piece, a simple game of cards. Gonzalez
3. The Guest (2014)
The Guest is carried by an intense and surprising mood of erotic melancholia. Adam Wingard leans real heavy on 1980s—or 1980s-sounding—music in the grandly, outwardly wounded key of Joy Division, and he accompanies the music with visual sequences that sometimes appear to stop in their tracks for the sake of absorbing the soundtrack. The film is a nostalgia act for sure, particularly for The Hitcher, but it injects that nostalgia with something hard, sad, and contemporary, or, perhaps more accurately, it reveals that our hang-ups—disenfranchisement, rootlessness, war-mongering, hypocritical evasion—haven't changed all that much since the 1980s, or ever. Bowen
2. Poltergeist (1982)
Tobe Hooper is officially credited for having directed Poltergeist, but it's co-scripter Steven Spielberg's fingerprints that are all over this dark-mirror image of E.T. and Close Encounters of a Third Kind, about unseen spirits tormenting a suburban family. It's structured as an escalating series of reveals, from the frisson elicited by inexplicably mobile furniture on up to third-act hysteria derived from birth imagery, child peril, and the eternal creep factor of video snow in a dark room. Hooper's Grand Guignol flourishes are occasionally evident, particularly when a paranormal investigator pulls his own face off, but the technical proficiency is all Spielberg's, as is the abiding interest in families and the influences (supernatural or otherwise) that disrupt them. Abhimanyu Das
1. The Silence of the Lambs (1991)
Detective thrillers often concern contests of male ego, involving brilliant investigators who confront physically superior and equally brilliant psychopaths. Often lost among such face-offs are considerations of the lives that are destroyed and ruined over the course of the narratives, as these thrillers exist to evoke and satisfy our own fears and resentments. By contrast, Jonathan Demme's The Silence of the Lambs is grounded in the psyche of a ferocious yet unproven female protagonist, whose thoughtful fragility intensifies the film's violence, invigorating it with a sense of dread and violation. The film is a strange and still novel mixture of coming-of-age character study, murder mystery, and Grand Guignol horror spectacle. Bowen
Review: Victor Kossakovsky's Gunda Is the Eraserhead of Animal Documentaries
In Kossakovsky's latest, common farm animals have rarely seemed so un-human.2.5
On paper, Victor Kossakovsky's Gunda, a wordless documentary about the everyday life of a few farm animals—a mama pig, two cows, a one-legged chicken—may suggest a quiet idyll in the vein of the goatherding sequences from Michelangelo Frammartino's Le Quattro Volte. But with its stark, forbidding black-and-white cinematography and dense, unsettling sound design, the film resembles nothing so much as Eraserhead.
The newborn piglets in Kossakovsky's film, whose faces look surprisingly alien-like in extreme close-up and whose aching squeals can be rather unnerving, even at times resemble the baby from David Lynch's cult classic. By eschewing the Disneyfied anthropomorphism of Luc Jacquet's March of the Penguins and the tidy narrativizing of the Planet Earth series, Kossakovsky refuses to resort to the old cliché that animals are "just like us." They're not, really. And in Gunda, common farm animals have rarely seemed so un-human.
Which isn't to say that we don't form a relationship with these creatures. Relying heavily on shallow-focus shots often positioned near ground level—and thus close to its subjects' eyeline—the film gives us something of the experience of being a farm animal: of grazing in a field, caring for a newborn, and aimelessly roaming around a farm. As in his prior work, Kossakovsky trusts his audience to stick with the film through lengthy shots where nothing in particular seems to be happening until, gradually, a miniature narrative begins to emerge. But while ¡Vivan las Antipodas! and Aquarela played out largely in a series of breathtakingly composed long shots that allowed the audience to drink in the scenery of various international locales, in Gunda, Kossakovsky follows the opposite impulse: pulling his camera in as close as he can get to these animals and keeping their environment largely out of frame.
In the film's harrowing and unusual opening shot, a hog that's lying down and seemingly in pain is framed by a barn door. Kossakovsky's camera closes in with a slow Kubrickian zoom, but we don't quite understand what's happening here until a tiny newborn piglet emerges from behind its mother. She's been giving birth, but Kossakovsky treats this usually joyous moment as if it were a death scene. Only by the film's end do we truly understand why.
Sadly, the rest of Gunda is rarely so meticulously composed. The film's meandering sequences tend to grow repetitive, only rarely crystallizing into meaningful or memorable form. There's a tedium to much of Gunda that may be true to the lives of its animal subjects but makes for dull watching after the first hour. The scenes involving the mother pig and her children exert a fascinating pull—particularly the mother's sometimes brutal parenting tactics, such as when she stomps on the runt of her litter—but the sequences involving the chickens and the cows feel like filler and a distraction from the pigs, who are the emotional core of the film.
As Gunda lurches toward its close, an impending sense of doom starts to hover over it as we begin to realize just how much these animals' lives are directed, controlled, and circumscribed by human hands. But there's an unfortunate lack of specificity here that's rare in Kossakovsky's work: Though shot across three different countries (Norway, Spain, and the U.K.), the film feels as though it's all taking place on a single farm, one that could be located almost anywhere. That universality is undoubtedly the point, as Gunda isn't simply an observational documentary, but one with a message about the cruelty of livestock agriculture. Though the creatures at its center live in relatively pleasant free-range environments, a far cry from the industrial hellscapes denounced by documentaries like Food, Inc. and vividly depicted as essentially a death camp in Bong Joon-ho's Okja, they're ultimately objects of exploitation. The human use of animals for livestock is, the film suggests, inherently brutal. If Gunda never subjects us to gruesome images of slaughter à la Georges Franju's Blood of the Beasts, it nevertheless closes with a prolonged single-shot sequence that's more heartbreaking than any depiction of the goings-on in an abattoir ever captured on film.
In this sequence, a truck pulls up to the barn where the pigs live and drives off with the piglets, leaving the mama pig in a state of grief-stricken perplexity. For minutes on end, we watch her pacing around, clearly distressed and unable to fathom why her piglets have been taken from her. It's the kind of viscerally upsetting moment that, as Orson Welles said of Leo McCarey's Make Way for Tomorrow, would make a stone cry. And if this conclusion doesn't quite make up for Gunda's fundamental monotonousness, it does at least lend some shape and significance to the rambling sequences that precede it, calling into question how free these free-range animals really are. By the time the credits roll on the film, we realize we've been watching not so much a sketch of the lives of farm animals as a threnody for their deaths.
Director: Victor Kossakovsky Screenwriter: Victor Kossakovsky, Ainara Vera Distributor: Neon Running Time: 93 min Rating: NR Year: 2020
Review: Werner Herzog's Fireball: Visitors from Darker Worlds
The documentary's ethnographic bent is balanced out by a healthy dose of hard science.3
Filmmaker Werner Herzog and volcanologist Clive Oppenheimer team up again for Fireball: Visitors from Darker Worlds, which stands as something of a companion piece to their previous collaboration, 2016's Into the Inferno. Where the earlier film followed them on a globetrotting game of hopscotch to gaze into the hellmouth abyss of active volcanoes (and obsess over them with a motley crew of visionary scientists), their latest finds them looking to the skies for trailblazers of a completely different sort.
Herzog and Oppenheimer once again dash off to various far-flung destinations in order to investigate the multifaceted phenomena surrounding asteroids and meteorites, with each of the film's episodes loosely strung together like so many gaudy beads on a necklace. What emerges is the fact that these extraterrestrial entities represent both bringers of life, having conceivably contributed basic organic building blocks to our planet's primordial inorganic "soup," as well as harbingers of disaster and death, as in the impact on the Yucatan peninsula that brought about the mass extinction of the dinosaurs.
Indeed, that prehistoric event serves as a sort of epicenter for Fireball, to which Herzog and Oppenheimer return at several points. The film opens with footage from a Day of the Dead ceremony in Mérida, Yucatan—crowds adorned with the requisite black-and-white skeleton makeup—that finds its direct echo at about the midway point when we visit Chichén Itzá and discover a forecourt there that's decorated with numerous skeletal figures.
The symbolic duality of the meteorite is made most manifest at a stop at the Ramgarh crater in India. At its center stands a 10th-century temple to the god Shiva, whose cosmic dance regulates the cycles of creation and destruction across vast stretches of time. The meteorite's significance to other belief systems is illustrated by a visit to the Kaaba in Mecca, Islam's most sacred site. (Here, the filmmakers had to rely on amateur cellphone footage, since nonbelievers aren't allowed near the shrine.) And at the Wolfe Creek crater, aboriginal artist Katie Darkie discusses taking inspiration from folklore and legends involving the impact site.
The film's ethnographic bent is balanced out by a healthy dose of hard science. As usual for a Herzog documentary, the focus is just as much on the scientists themselves as it is on their pursuits. We learn all about quasicrystal structures via a jigsaw puzzle, take a tour of the Center for Meteorite Studies with a jittery scientist who's especially loathe to drop any of the precious collection, and visit the Pan-STARRS Observatory in Hawaii, where scientists monitoring the skies for approaching asteroids excitedly compare megapixel capacities. In perhaps the film's most rhapsodic interlude, we witness the sheer joy of members of the Korean Polar Research Institute when they discover a handful of meteoritic shards that stand out in stark contrast to the endless white glare of the Antarctic glaciers.
The moment is reminiscent of scenes from Encounters at the End of the World, in which Oppenheimer first appeared in a Herzog production. Nor is this the only callback in Fireball. Descending into a cave at the bottom of a cenote in the Yucatan where the Maya civilization used to inter their dead, we're instantly reminded of similar ritual usages in Cave of Forgotten Dreams. At one point, footage from the Hollywood blockbuster Deep Impact is incorporated into the mix, in order for Herzog to evaluate it as what you might call disaster poetry.
One of the most striking effects here occurs whenever Herzog and Oppenheimer slow down the film's often-hectic pace to let viewers ponder the sheer beauty of the imagery, whether that's painterly rendered details of landscape or the natural splendor of closely observed crystals and minerals. Herzog has always had a keen eye for remote places, and Fireball lets him visit his fair share of them. As ever, his assessments are delivered in his trademark Teutonic deadpan. For instance, he describes the village of Chicxulub, near the center of the Yucatan impact crater, as "so godforsaken you want to cry." Nor does he have much fondness for its "dimwitted dogs." Asides like this leaven the visual poetry with some welcome humor.
Visiting Mer Island in the Torres Strait between Australia and New Guinea, Herzog and company are treated to a lovely bit of local lore involving falling stars, as well as the revival of a ritual dance interpreting the tale that hasn't been performed in nearly 50 years. As day darkens into night, assembled on the slender strand between land and see, the dance reanimates the age-old interplay between the living and their dead ancestors. For a moment, before the screen slowly fades to black, all these elements are held in beautiful balance.
Director: Werner Herzog, Clive Oppenheimer Screenwriter: Werner Herzog Distributor: Apple+, Running Time: 97 min Rating: NR Year: 2020
Review: Another Round Honestly and Poignantly Grapples with Alcohol's Pull
Thomas Vinterberg's latest, like The Hunt, is ultimately a parable about breaking a social contract.3
There's a revealing moment early in Thomas Vinterberg's Another Round when high school teacher Martin (Mads Mikkelsen) and his friends and colleagues—Tommy (Thomas Bo Larsen), Peter (Lars Ranthe), and Nikolaj (Magnus Millang)—are out for a birthday dinner. By this point, the audience knows that Martin is in the throes of a midlife crisis, sleepwalking through his history courses, inspiring the ire of students and parents alike, while regarding his family as little more than roommates. (Throughout, Mikkelsen doesn't foreground self-pity or defensiveness, suggesting that Martin is too far gone to rouse himself to indignation, hiding under a veil of accommodation.) Because he's driving, Martin initially resists drinking at the dinner, though his friends talk him into changing his mind, and soon he's downing a shot of vodka and a few glasses of red wine in quick succession. Mikkelsen shows us the alcohol taking control of Martin in something like real time, his studious reserve vanishing to reveal great waves of sadness, bitterness, and salvation.
Anyone who knows alcoholism knows that face—of completion and fulfillment at the cost of alienation. The poignant terror of the scene resides in how quickly the booze grabs Martin, as if he's an empty vessel waiting for his charge. In this light, Martin's prior aloofness takes on new meaning. Though he has many real disappointments familiar to midlife, he was probably a dry drunk who didn't know it. Over dinner, Nikolaj mentions the Norwegian psychiatrist Finn Skårderud, who said that people are born with a blood alcohol content that's .05 percent too low, and that people should maintain a higher level in order to bring out their potential. We know from Martin's face that he should stay away from alcohol, but he takes this idea at face value and begins drinking at school. Once the first day is over, he asks Nikolaj for a ride home, claiming that he can't drive, revealing that he's begun to experiment with the Skårderud philosophy. We expect Nikolaj to insist that Martin get help, but he and the others immediately join in, claiming that their boozing will be the basis of a future report.
The suspense of Another Round has little to do with whether or not these men will "prove" if day-drinking boosts livelihood. Rather, it's derived from two nervous mysteries: the question of how long it will take them to recognize this idea for the rationalizing cry for help that it is, and how much damage will be done in the meantime. There's also a kernel of satire here that one wishes Vinterberg had mined more fulsomely: that the men are taking to the next level a social obsession with alcohol and the various mythologies that we utilize to justify it. Alcohol is still greatly mythologized, associated with virile (masculine) creativity, with great writers and movers and shakers. Martin works the most famous boozers into his lectures, such as Hemingway and Churchill, and his literal and figurative intoxication brings his classes to life. Initially, the theory works, mostly for Martin, but for the other men as well.
In 1995, Vinterberg and Lars von Trier co-founded the Dogme 95 movement, which, broadly speaking, stresses found lighting and parred productions as resistance to the bloat of studio productions. Today, Vinterberg's films still reflect this ideology, favoring handheld, docudramatic camerawork and few overtly expressionistic frills, which has often seemed prosaically "realistic" in the past. But this aesthetic serves a masterful purpose in Another Round, as his characters are calmly, objectively regarded as they drift further into alcoholism.
Their debauchery is clearly pleasurable in the moment, as benders with friends can be, but the camera is mercilessly attentive to the toll the booze takes—to the confusion, the staggering, the babbling, and especially to the existential pain of a massive hangover after days of being at sea. Overt formal fireworks might've glorified this behavior (think of Mike Figgis's Leaving Las Vegas, which equated a prolonged suicide-by-liquor to a stylish, woozy jazz concert), whereas Vinterberg honors the lure and the danger of drinking simultaneously.
Still, it doesn't require much artistic ingenuity to make the case that addiction is bad. Another Round is elevated by its cast, especially Mikkelsen, who gives one of the greatest, most lived-in performances of his career, and by a nagging ambiguity. Even as booze begins to destroy these men, the film doesn't entirely refute the Skårderud philosophy. Someone dies, a marriage nearly dissolves, and the other men sober up, which they soon tire of in the tradition of many people who feel incomplete without indulging in their governing habit. They're happier after returning to booze, and the teachers among them accomplish the mission of energizing their students. Martin, once a dancer, even begins to dance again.
Like every alcoholic, the film's main characters are nagged by the exceptions to the rule (the Churchills of the world), by the possibility that they can keep their hungers within a certain perimeter. Another Round, like Vinterberg's The Hunt, is ultimately a parable about breaking a social contract. Martin and his friends break a code by day-drinking, but perhaps they refuted a larger contract by going sober in a world that values casual lubrication. Every recovering alcoholic is intimately familiar with such a contract, which is among the profound challenges of putting the bottle down and keeping it down. One is reminded of that haunting line from Paul Thomas Anderson's The Master: "You can't take this life straight, can you?"
Cast: Mads Mikkelsen, Thomas Bo Larsen, Lars Ranthe, Magnus Millang, Maria Bonnevie, Susse Wold, Helene Reingaard Neumann, Michael Asmussen, Martin Greis-Rosenthal Director: Thomas Vinterberg Screenwriter: Tobias Lindholm, Thomas Vinterberg Running Time: 115 min Rating: 2020 Year: 2020
Review: Wildfire Vibrantly Entwines Personal and Political Trauma
The structure of Wildfire's narrative doesn't emerge out of a simplistic progression from strife to reconciliation.3
The archival footage of the Troubles that opens Cathy Brady's Wildfire constitutes a remembrance of an era that's barely bygone. Indeed, as celebratory clips of the peacemaking Good Friday Agreement replace images of gunsmoke, fire, and post-bombing rubble, the film smash cuts to more recent news footage about Brexit and its possible impact on the Irish border, a reminder that the past, and certainly this one, is never past.
The uncertainty surrounding the border of Northern Ireland with the Republic of Ireland is evident in Kelly's (Nika McGuigan) belabored entry into the latter at the start of the film. Stopped for a heightened security search, the shabbily dressed woman must empty everything out of her camping backpack and strip before being let go, as well as told that it's been a year since she was reported missing. Comparatively, her journey to her hometown on the Northern Irish border goes significantly easier, but as she slips into the country, the ease of her passage is undermined by the worry that future crossings could be more fraught.
The legacy of the Troubles and the wider history of British colonialism hangs heavy over the film's early stretches. Kelly crosses the border next to a sign welcoming people to Northern Ireland, but someone, in a unionist gesture, has spray-painted "One" over the "Northern." In contrast, she encounters Union Jack flags blowing in the wind as she walks down the street, even a building plastered with a giant loyalist motto: "Prepared for Peace. Ready for War." Yet these omnipresent reminders of national violence give way to more personal legacies of trauma when Kelly heads to the home of her sister, Lauren (Nora-Jane Noone), who had all but given her up for dead. Lauren has struggled to deal with Kelly's disappearance, and her return conjures ghosts from their past, including the long-repressed memory of their mother's death.
The sisters' denial regarding their family history is reflected in a Northern Ireland working to leave its own past behind. Lauren works for an Amazon-esque company that epitomizes post-national globalism; she spends her days in a warehouse so massive that the end of the building disappears at the vanishing point of the frame, suggesting the storage facility at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark. A generational divide also reflects how quickly tragedy is forgotten. Lauren's younger co-workers came of age after the Troubles, and as such they're completely removed from its horrors, sniggering at the prosthetic leg of a manager who lost her limb in an explosion as those old enough to remember the constant terror of the time fume at the show of insensitivity. And the sectarian nature of that history of violence is subtly born out in the judgmental whispers about whether Lauren and Kelly's mother died by suicide, a reminder of the influence still exerted by religion and dogma on people who seem otherwise secular.
Slowly, though, the film's focus shifts away from its social backdrop and toward the increasingly raw emotions that McGuigan and Noone evoke as they chart their characters' frayed relationship. McGuigan (who passed away of cancer soon after completing the film) emphasizes Kelly's wild, fatalistic spirit, as if she had inherited it from her mother, always nervous and casting one eye toward the exit even as she attempts to repair her relationship to her sister. Noone, meanwhile, captures the rage of someone who's learned to accept the loss of a loved one, only to have that person re-enter their life and reignite all the anger and pain that they learned to compartmentalize. Lauren's veneer of stability starts to crumble almost immediately, as she simultaneously unleashes her fury at her sister and anyone who dares to gossip about her. The sisters each embody a wildly different response to trauma (flight versus fight), though neither approach truly confronts the underlying tragedies that shaped them.
The structure of Wildfire's narrative doesn't emerge out of a simplistic progression from strife to reconciliation, as Brady has Kelly and Lauren follow a realistically erratic trajectory. Indeed, no sooner does Lauren reunite with Kelly than she screams for her sister to leave, only to then share a moment of fond nostalgia before bristling again at the memories that Kelly revives. Mutual and individual efforts to make good are constantly thwarted, while occasional moments of joyous interaction between them speak to a lifelong bond that not even decades-suppressed agony can undo. In the film's most mesmerizing scene, the sisters suddenly cut loose and dance to Them's "Gloria" inside a seemingly empty pub, working up an ecstatic sweat before it's ultimately revealed that the space is filled with befuddled onlookers.
Lauren and Kelly's tumultuous confrontations with their pasts and each other naturally has echoes in the film's nods to Ireland's fraught, and by no means settled, modern history. Yet Wildfire crucially never reduces itself to allegory, instead living through the unpredictable, jagged arcs of its characters as they work toward an understanding of themselves and each other. The militarized social strife that informed Lauren and Kelly's childhoods is but one piece in a larger tapestry of horrors that must be dealt with, and Brady suggests that it's only through reconciling personal conflicts that a populace can improve its political future.
Cast: Nika McGuigan, Nora-Jane Noone, Martin McCann, Kate Dickie, Aiste Gramantaite, David Pearse, Joanne Crawford Director: Cathy Brady Screenwriter: Cathy Brady Running Time: 85 min Rating: NR Year: 2020
Review: The Truffle Hunters Warmly Regards a Disappearing Way of Life
The film's reminder of the fragility of agrarian traditions in the face of a merciless profit motive is delivered with tact and subtlety.2.5
The boom in farm-to-table cuisine over the past decade, in both fine-dining circles and more modest gastropubs, has led to restaurants pointing out on their menus the suppliers and farms from which their ingredients have been sourced. Michael Dweck and Gregory Kershaw's documentary The Truffle Hunters taps into this cultural conversation, tracing a line from the food on the plate back to the laborers who harvest it, and yet what it implies is that even with the increased transparency around food sourcing, there remains an essential mystique that must go unpunctured when it comes to certain foods.
Profiling a handful of elderly men from Piedmont, Italy, who pursue precious white alba truffles in the forests of the country's northern region, the film tries to thread the needle between shining a light on its subjects' niche trade and not spoiling their secrets. It does so by placing the emphasis on the people themselves over the treasures they dig up, a strategy that aligns the film more with the cine-portraits of Les Blank than, say, Netflix's Chef's Table.
Unlike Blank's nonchalantly matter-of-fact films, though, The Truffle Hunters is shot in a painterly visual style that creates a degree of distance from its subjects. Clearly identifying with and celebrating the expertise of these devoted practitioners and their resistance to nosy profiteers, Dweck and Kershaw seem driven by a desire to enshrine the men in timeless tableaux, the likes of which you might see hung on the walls of a museum next to a Vermeer. To this end they've made a lovely film, one teeming with punctilious frames in which everything has been arranged just so. But it also prompts the assumption that the filmmakers took their fair share of liberties with the art direction in the hunters' homes, which, despite being well within their rights as artists, keeps the film from ever feeling truly spontaneous.
The Truffle Hunters concerns itself with a handful of characters: a few expert foragers; their beloved fungi-sniffing canines; an urban buyer who's always chasing the suppliers' elusive secrets; and a crotchety gourmand who samples the delicacies brought his way by other such buyers. Dweck and Kershaw establish a leisurely movement between these different threads, presenting each in the same handsome, methodical manner so as to encourage viewers to draw their own conclusions about the ethics of the buyer-supplier dynamic.
The sequences devoted to the highbrow arena of truffle auctions, where enthusiasts come to sniff and evaluate samples of the earthy substance, are no less detailed in their observation than the passages in the forest and at country homes. But what eventually becomes self-evident is the warmth, self-sufficiency, and camaraderie of the hunters compared to the businesslike aloofness of those on the receiving end of their labor—insatiable careerists who, in a handful of scenes, are shown to barely even evince much pleasure for the food itself.
This reminder of the fragility of agrarian traditions in the face of a merciless profit motive is a welcome one delivered with tact and subtlety, but Dweck and Kershaw occasionally deliver it at the expense of their titular subjects. The highlight of The Truffle Hunters is the hilarious rapport between one persevering scavenger and his grumpy wife, who's fed up with her husband's imperiling trips into the woods at night—and for good reason, as several scenes illustrate just how physically taxing the process can be for an ailing body. These sketches of domestic life are rich with lived-in authenticity, and the proximity they grant us to a unique, off-the-grid way of life recalls a similar quality that defines Blank's films about gumbo sorcerers in the bayou. It's hard not to wonder how much more of that magic could have been captured had Dweck and Kershaw not bothered to so carefully compose and light their shots.
Director: Michael Dweck, Gregory Kershaw Distributor: Sony Pictures Classics Running Time: 84 min Rating: NR Year: 2020
Review: Concrete Cowboy Is Detail-Rich for What's Basically an Afterschool Special
Concrete Cowboy is stirring when it really dives into specificity.
Ricky Staub's Concrete Cowboy is based on the real-life Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club of Northern Philadelphia, where African-Americans teach potentially troubled children to ride and care for horses as a way of avoiding the temptations of the streets. The reveal of this club is gracefully handled by Staub, as the film's young protagonist, Cole (Caleb McLaughlin), is dropped off on the doorstep of his father, Harp (Idris Elba), after his mother has given up trying to rein in the delinquent teen. This drop-off occurs at night, and Harp clearly doesn't live in the best part of town. Scared, Cole asks a neighbor about his father's current whereabouts and is directed to the nearby "stable," which sounds in this context like a bar. Cole follows a street and a slum opens up into a literal stable, carved out of dilapidated buildings, with a field where horses roam while cowboys bullshit over a fire and beer. Staub stages this scene with offhand matter-of-factness, allowing us to feel the magic of Cole's discovery—of a hopeful place existing where it, by all odds, should not.
Adapted from G. Neri's 2009 novel Ghetto Cowboy, the film is involving when Staub and co-screenwriter Dan Walser stick to the particulars of Harp and the other cowboys' lives as well as the general working culture of the stable. The horses are kept behind a brick wall in a building that was once suburban, which is rich in cobwebs that bring to mind Miss Havisham's mansion in Charles Dickens's Great Expectations. Before he can ride a horse, Cole must of course pay his dues, shoveling horse shit out of the stable into a dumpster across the street. Staub fashions an entire, richly specific sequence out of this single action, offering a tribute to the pride of diligent work, especially when it's servicing passion rather than mere survival. Some of the cowboys are also played by their actual counterparts, and their conversation is similarly detailed, rooted in the legacy of Philly and the Fletcher Street club.
Sadly, these details aren't allowed to dictate the terms of the narrative, existing instead as window dressing for what amounts to an Afterschool Special. Too much of the film's runtime is devoted to a shopworn conflict: Will Cole turn to dealing drugs or will he stick with the club? We know the answer to that question 10 minutes into the film, and so the perfunctory scenes of Cole riding around and surveying late-night parties and drop-offs feel like an unnecessary distraction from the cowboys. And Concrete Cowboy grows less detailed as it progresses. We're not told how the cowboys barely subsidize their lifestyle (based on the news, the real-life Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club appears to be more organized, and funded), or if they work other jobs. The cowboys' relationship to their surrounding community is also glossed over in the film, more or less dramatized by a single celebration sequence.
The delicacy of the film's early scenes is regrettably missing from other moments that have the potential to be moving. When Harp fashions a special saddle so that a paralyzed cowboy may ride a horse again, we don't need derivative slow-motion and music to comprehend the poignancy of such a gesture. We also don't require expository dialogue to tell us that Cole feels excluded in this moment from a father who's never shown him such generosity, as we glimpse this embittered yet admiring heartbreak in the boy's face. However, Cole's wound is cauterized in another wonderful scene, when Harp plays John Coltrane on vinyl and explains to Cole that he was named after the jazz legend. Again, Concrete Cowboy is stirring when it really dives into specificity, avoiding what the New Yorker literature critic James Wood recently defined as our original sin: cliché, which, according to Wood, blocks our apprehension of reality.
Cast: Caleb McLaughlin, Idris Elba, Method Man, Lorraine Toussaint, Jharrel Jerome, Swen Temmel, Byron Bowers, Lamont Fountain, Liz Priestley Director: Ricky Staub Screenwriter: Ricky Staub, Dan Walser Running Time: 113 min Rating: NR Year: 2020
Review: Pieces of a Woman Is a Patchy but Well-Acted Portrait of Unravelling Lives
When the film's actors are given space to etch their characters' feelings, they turn in strikingly naturalistic performances.2.5
Kornél Mundruczó's Pieces of a Woman swiftly and neatly—perhaps too neatly—establishes its core characters and their relationships to one another. Sean (Shia LaBeouf), a construction worker, is the gruff but loving husband. His wife, Martha (Vanessa Kirby), is the expectant mother who's eager to start her maternity leave. And her mother, Elizabeth (Ellen Burstyn), is your stereotypical mother-in-law, buying the couple a new minivan just to spite Sean, who pointedly grumbles at one point that he can afford to support his family. These are familiar tensions that the audience is primed to expect will come to a head as husband and wife blissfully await the next stage in their lives.
Prior to the arrival of Martha and Sean's midwife, Eva (Molly Parker), as golden light reflects off of the white walls of their home, Martha's water breaks and Sean calms her with affirmations and silly jokes. This will be understood as the calm before the storm of Martha's labor, which is captured in a single unbroken take. At first, the shot resolutely focuses on the characters' faces, registering how Martha's breathing quickens as her contractions grow more pronounced, and how Sean's façade of stoicism drops whenever his wife takes her eyes off of him, allowing himself to fully feel the panic of a man about to become a father.
But soon, as the increasing chatter between characters starts to produce a current of tension, the protracted steps of the home birth compound the anxiety of the scene. By the time Eva prepares for the final pushing stages and reveals that the baby's heart rate isn't meeting normal levels, the tone of the sequence becomes more fraught. And just as things finally seem to build to a happy conclusion, the sound of a ragged breath causes Eva's face to freeze, and a fade forward in time to a dour autumnal cityscape hints at the newborn's fate.
It's at this point that Pieces of a Woman's narrative splits itself in two. On one side, we follow Martha and Sean as they struggle to cope with their loss, their relationship barely hanging together by a few threads. The focus remains mostly on Martha, who Kirby plays as trapped between poles of numb detachment and rage. As both Martha and Sean turn to others for physical comfort and escape, it's Kirby who captures the full range of pain's dissociative properties, stumbling around Boston in a fugue state, searching for some kind of meaning.
The other half of the narrative concerns Eva being brought up on charges of negligence. As a coroner informs Martha and Sean, the baby showed no signs of defects, and that few cases of infant mortality have satisfactory explanations. But friends make comments in which they hope that Eva faces "consequences," while Elizabeth is determined to put the woman in prison. That the same long take that made Martha's birthing process feel so immersive also showed how quickly Eva sprang into action to alert a hospital removes any ambiguity about her professional conduct. As such, her legal case becomes nothing more than a way for the bereaved to lay the blame at someone's feet for a tragic but natural fact of life.
The trial makes sense as a manifestation of that aspect of the trauma process, particularly in a climactic scene where Martha finally weighs in on a legal action that everyone has taken on her behalf. But the time given over to the question of the case's outcome too stiffly weds a film that's at its best when living with characters' emotional torpor to a conventional plot.
When Pieces of a Woman's actors are given space to etch their characters' feelings, they turn in strikingly naturalistic performances. Kirby walks a tightrope without collapsing into histrionics, and she conveys Martha's increasing outbursts less as a show of a loss of control than of slowly regaining it. Elsewhere, LaBeouf soulfully charts the struggle of a man desperately trying to tamp down his sorrow over the death of his child in a last-ditch effort to hold onto the one person left in his life. Even when Sean is scheming behind Martha's back with her mother or having an affair out of loneliness, LaBeouf stresses the man's vulnerability and desire to pull his marriage out of the ditch in the face of inevitability. And in a monologue late in the film, in which Elizabeth forcefully explains what life experiences hardened her, Burstyn impressively pushes her character past cookie-cutter status. It's a show-stopping moment that communicates far more than anything in the last-act coverage of Eva's trial, which simplistically highlights breakthroughs that are more tacitly conveyed elsewhere.
Cast: Vanessa Kirby, Shia LaBeouf, Molly Parker, Sarah Snook, Iliza Shlesinger, Benny Safdie, Jimmie Fails, Ellen Burstyn Director: Kornél Mundruczó Screenwriter: Kata Wéber Distributor: Netflix Running Time: 120 min Rating: NR Year: 2020


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Autism activism: Parent at war with mercury
As the summer heats up, the mercury rises– and not just in thermometers. Mercury is climbing into the national debate over autism, a devastating development disorder that robs seemingly normal children of their ability to communicate. Days after Robert F. Kennedy Jr. compiled some research on the topic, an Albemarle-based author, Coy Barefoot, has announced that he is spearheading a new national organization called Dads Against Mercury.
"We're fighting for our kids," says Barefoot, "and we want answers." Barefoot, as avid Hook readers will recall, penned the April 7 Hook cover story ["Generation Hg: Is autism puzzle solved?"] which gave a generous hearing to a new look at autism.
The dramatic rise of the disorder– from about 1 in 2,500 children 15 years ago to about 1 in 166 today– has been viewed in some quarters as simply an indication of better testing, but Barefoot is among thousands of parents targeting the toxic metal, the key ingredient in a vaccine preservative called Thimerosal, as the cause of the increase.
How else to explain, supporters of the theory ask, an epidemic that turns functioning toddlers into silent drones, seemingly overnight? The heartbreaking explosion of autism cases seems to parallel the increased exposure to mercury, particularly in the recommended number of inoculations for children– from 11 in 1991 to 22 today.
"We were never told about the risks before a needle was put in our children's arms," says Barefoot, who believes that Thimerosal has poisoned a generation of susceptible children. Boys, in particular, now stand about a one in 80 chance of having autism.
Barefoot has felt the pain close-up. The father of twins, a boy and a girl, Barefoot says his two children got all the same shots. Both seemed to be progressing normally. They walked, talked, and interacted like all kids– until one day around the time of their first birthday two and a half years ago. That's when his son suddenly changed.
"I'll never forget the moment," says Barefoot. "He just stopped talking and stopped playing."
Barefoot points out that the cumulative dose of Thimerosal his children received far exceeded government guidelines. Thimerosal, moreover, has never undergone FDA-supervised clinical trials. Invented in the 1930s by Eli Lilly, the compound consists of about 50 percent mercury by weight and was "grandfathered" into the FDA's list of "safe" additives. Vaccine-makers have voluntarily phased it out over the past few years.
A 2003 investigation led by U.S. Senator Dan Burton (R-IN) found credible evidence to link Thimerosal to autism and blasted the FDA for being "asleep at the switch" in approving the preservative. Burton has recently been joined by Democratic Senator Joseph Lieberman in calling for another Congressional investigation.
That's just what Barefoot's new group will be seeking when he joins other anti-mercury activists in a rally at the U.S. Capitol July 20.
Yet for all the evidence of harm caused by the toxic metal, there is some counter-evidence about its alleged link to autism. As the New York Times reminded June 25, "Five major studies have found no link."
"Those are five major junk-science studies," claims Barefoot. "They don't hold up."
If the words coming from parents hint at conspiracy, Robert F. Kennedy Jr., son of the slain presidential candidate and now a lawyer with the Natural Resources Defense Council, actually suggests a cover-up. Kennedy blames the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention for such zealous vaccine advocacy that it hid the hazards.
In his late June article simultaneously published in Rolling Stone and Salon, Kennedy points to a secret meeting convened by the CDC in 2000 in Simpsonwood, Georgia.
"It's the most horrifying thing you can read," Kennedy tells MSNBC interviewer Joe Scarborough. "There are scientists there from the government who are saying– who are reading the reports– and saying, this is undeniable. I am not going to give this to my children, but now let's hide this from the American people."
A curious action by Congress during the final days of the creation of the Department of Homeland Security in late 2002 also raised red flags: insertion in the 475-page bill of a short passage indemnifying Eli Lilly for possible Thimerosal claims. While Republican Congressman Dick Armey has taken responsibility for the last-minute addition and called it a necessary tool to ensure vital stocks of vaccines, some parents might be forgiven for their suspicions.
Barefoot says he's incensed that some Thimerosal defenders have attempted to paint parents of autistic children as opposed to childhood vaccines.
"I'm not against vaccines," says Barefoot. "I'm against dangerous vaccines."
Coy Barefoot believes his three-year-old son, Whitman, was poisoned by repeated doses of Thimerosal.


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Unique method discovered in 2011, this mode gives insane speeds well above the limits of 26sps Imposed by the conventional firing method.
1023 Speeds
Using the Debug Trigger Mode means the ARBITER 3.5 can generate on the fly 1023 different speeds of fire based on the current position of the trigger, so the harder you press the faster you fire.
Means your gun will automatically scope when shooting so no need to use your valuable left hand finger to press the aiming trigger when shooting - perfect for instant aiming in close range combat without needing to think.
Auto-Target Lock
As soon as you fire lock directly onto the closest enemy, track them while they move, and lock onto the next target as soon as they are dead - all without you ever having to lift your finger of the firing trigger! *The game has to have an auto-aim feature to support this mode (such as Home front, Black Ops etc
), and will not work online due to that feature not being available in any online mode.
Dual Trigger (Akimbo)
Any firing that happens on one trigger will instantly and automatically repeat on the other freeing your other hand for aiming and moving.
Burst Fire
Allows quick successive rapid firing shots but without wasting all your ammo. Pull the trigger to fire a burst of 5 bullets at a time. Good for preserving ammo.
Claymore / Locking Gun
Many games require you to hold down the firing trigger to activate a lock on a target or to lay a mine, grab a flag or many other features the ARBITER III is fully capable of letting you do this at any time without needing to deactivate the ARBITER 3. It is the only chip on the market that can do this!
Steady Fire
By rapid firing standard semi or fully automatic weapons using the ARBITER III chip fitted inside this controller the aiming of most guns is greatly increased in many games due to the reduced kick-back and recoil when using rapid fire.
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38 Shots per second and beyond
With the 24-bit XLP core chip running over 4 million instructions per second, the Xbox 360 Rapid Fire Controller for GOW 3 MW3 75+ Mode Black Arbiter 3 is more than capable of delivering blistering firing rates beyond 2000 shots per second.
Obviously the controller due to its limits and the hardware means the fastest speed possible is typically 26sps, and the games then limit this even further in most cases, and so most chips on the market all hit the same barrier of a certain speed and that is that. We just were not happy with that, so we spent our time and money breaking this barrier and the result of that is the ULTRAFIRE mode you see in our videos.
12-Mode, 20-Mode, 200-Mode
All this talk about X-Modes as the selling point of chips is getting old Mine has more modes than yours. It isn't about the number it's about the quality, flexibility and what it achieves. Do you want a controller with 300 modes all but 5 are useless, or would you want a controller with a handful of modes that achieve everything you need for every game without a problem? The Xbox 360 Rapid Fire Controller for GOW 3 MW3 75 + Mode Black Arbiter III comes with enough modes for every current game including rapid fire, auto-aim, dual-trigger; special modes and much more that can all be used in combination to achieve the best experience for any game without the need for dozens of modes.
Fully Updatable
Works with All Power Supplies
2xAA, Play and Charge kits, Third Party Rechargeable Battery Packs etc...
Original parts all in tact
No extra buttons or external changes are made to the original controller, no motors removed, and no other changes so you are guaranteed to be stealthy with your kills!
Microsoft does not condone the use of Rapid Fire Controllers, this product is not endorsed by Microsoft.
Full List of Arbiter 3.5 Features
Download Arbiter 3.5 User guide
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Football fans, never fear: you'll likely get your games. At least today.
Fox television briefly extended talks with Time Warner into the first day of 2010, giving itself more time to negotiate with the cable conglomerate before yanking subscribers' access to its programming, The Associated Press reported early Friday.
The deadline extension means Time Warner subscribers will likely get to watch the big-time BCS Sugar Bowl showdown between the Florida Gators and the Cincinnati Bearcats, according to the AP.
U.S. & World
All Fox programming, including Saturday's Cotton Bowl, is at risk to be pulled from Time Warner TVs unless Fox agrees to new contract fees, being negotiated in the overnight talks.
Fox also holds the rights to the NFL's Sunday NFC package.
The original contract deadline was midnight on the evening of Dec. 31; Fox previously threatened a blackout that would prevent Time Warner viewers from accessing its networks unless the deadline was met.
Giant media mogul Fox owns 14 TV stations, which could've been inaccessible to Time Warner's 6 million customers.
Talks between the two media powerhouses are ongoing.


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Explore how to setup an epileptic seizure simulation with the TVB graphical user interface. This lesson will show you how to program the epileptor model in the brain network to simulate a epileptic seizure originating in the hippocampus. It will also show how to upload and view mouse connectivity data, as well as give a short introduction to the python script interface of TVB.
Learn how to simulate seizure events and epilepsy in The Virtual Brain. We will look at the paper: On the Nature of Seizure Dynamics which describes a new local model called the Epileptor, and apply this same model in The Virtual Brain. This is part 1 of 2 in a series explaining how to use the Epileptor. In this part, we focus on setting up the parameters.
Manipulate the default connectome provided with TVB to see how structural lesions effect brain dynamics. In this hands-on session you will insert lesions into the connectome within the TVB graphical user interface. Afterwards the modified connectome will be used for simulations and the resulting activity will be analysed using functional connectivity.
The practical usage of The Virtual brain in its graphical user interface and via python scripts is introduced. In the graphical user interface, you are guided through its data repository, simulator, phase plane exploration tool, connectivity editor, stimulus generator and the provided analyses. The implemented iPython notebooks of TVB are presented, and since they are public, can be used for further exploration of The Virtual brain.
A brief overview of the Python programming language, with an emphasis on tools relevant to data scientists. This lecture was part of the 2018 Neurohackademy, a 2-week hands-on summer institute in neuroimaging and data science held at the University of Washington eScience Institute.
Tutorial on collaborating with Git and GitHub. This tutorial was part of the 2019 Neurohackademy, a 2-week hands-on summer institute in neuroimaging and data science held at the University of Washington eScience Institute.
The Mouse Phenome Database (MPD) provides access to primary experimental trait data, genotypic variation, protocols and analysis tools for mouse genetic studies. Data are contributed by investigators worldwide and represent a broad scope of phenotyping endpoints and disease-related traits in naïve mice and those exposed to drugs, environmental agents or other treatments. MPD ensures rigorous curation of phenotype data and supporting documentation using relevant ontologies and controlled vocabularies. As a repository of curated and integrated data, MPD provides a means to access/re-use baseline data, as well as allows users to identify sensitized backgrounds for making new mouse models with genome editing technologies, analyze trait co-inheritance, benchmark assays in their own laboratories, and many other research applications. MPD's primary source of funding is NIDA. For this reason, a majority of MPD data is neuro- and behavior-related.
A basic introduction to clinical presentation of schizophrenia, its etiology, and current treatment options.
Introduction to the principal of anatomical organization of neural systems in the human brain and spinal cord that mediate sensation, integrate signals, and motivate behavior.
This lecture focuses on the comprehension of nociception and pain sensation. It highlights how the somatosensory system and different molecular partners are involved in nociception and how nociception and pain sensation are studied in rodents and humans and the development of pain therapy.
Tutorial describing the basic search and navigation features of the Allen Mouse Brain Atlas
Tutorial describing the basic search and navigation features of the Allen Developing Mouse Brain Atlas
Tutorial describing the basic features of the Brain Explorer® 3-D viewer for the mouse brain
This tutorial demonstrates how to use the differential search feature of the Allen Mouse Brain Atlas to find gene markers for different regions of the brain and to visualize this gene expression in three-dimensional space. Differential search is also available for the Allen Developing Mouse Brain Atlas and the Allen Human Brain Atlas.
Introduction to neurons, synaptic transmission, and ion channels.
Introduction to the types of glial cells, homeostasis (influence of cerebral blood flow and influence on neurons), insulation and protection of axons (myelin sheath; nodes of Ranvier), microglia and reactions of the CNS to injury.
This lecture covers: integrating information within a network, modulating and controlling networks, functions and dysfunctions of hippocampal networks, and the integrative network controlling sleep and arousal.
This lecture focuses on how the immune system can target and attack the nervous system to produce autoimmune responses that may result in diseases such as multiple sclerosis, neuromyelitis and lupus cerebritis manifested by motor, sensory, and cognitive impairments. Despite the fact that the brain is an immune-privileged site, autoreactive lymphocytes producing proinflammatory cytokines can cause active brain inflammation, leading to myelin and axonal loss.
This tutorial talks about how to upload and version your data in OpenNeuro.org
This tutorial shows how to share your data in OpenNeuro.org


text: National MS Society Mourns Passing of Renowned MS Researcher and Society Advisor Dr. Marie Filbin January 18, 2014 Marie T. Filbin, BSc, PhD, an internationally renowned scientist and beloved professor at Hunter College, City University of New York, passed away on January 15, 2014 after a long illness. A deeply committed MS researcher, Dr. Filbin spearheaded the National MS Society's early focus on repairing the nervous system to restore function in people with MS. In 2004, she led the Society's Task Force on Nervous System Repair, which analyzed the current state of myelin and nerve repair efforts. The Task Force's recommendations launched the Society's $15.6 million Nervous System Repair and Protection Initiative. The four collaborating teams of scientists laid the groundwork for clinical trials ongoing today, aimed at protecting and reversing neurological damage and restoring function in people with MS. Dr. Filbin had a keen interest in discovering how nervous system tissues can be repaired in multiple sclerosis and spinal cord injury. She was the first to identify a specific molecule embedded in the myelin coating around nerve fibers, called "MAG," which actually inhibits nerve regeneration. Much of her team's work focused on finding ways to neutralize this and other inhibitors so that the body's natural powers of regeneration can proceed. Dr. Filbin earned her undergraduate and doctoral degrees in biochemistry at the University of Bath in England. She did postdoctoral research fellowships at the University of Maryland and at Johns Hopkins Medical School, focusing on myelin assembly. She held a faculty position at Johns Hopkins for four years before moving to Hunter College in 1990. Dr. Filbin became Professor of Biological Sciences in 1995, and in 1997 became the Marie L. Hesselbach Chair in Biology there. In 1998 she was named Distinguished Professor of the City University of New York, and in 2000 also became Director of the Specialized Neuroscience Research Program. Dr. Filbin earned numerous honors and awards, including the Javits Investigator Award from NIH, the Ameritec Prize for a cure for paralysis and the Society's 1998 Norman Cohn award for the highest-scoring grant. She served as a consultant, advisor and peer reviewer to many organizations and agencies, including an NIH study section and valued member of the National MS Society's senior Research Programs Advisory Committee. "Dr. Filbin was a visionary scientist with deep commitment to solving the challenges of repairing the nervous system in MS," commented Dr. Tim Coetzee, Chief Advocacy, Services and Research Officer. "Marie was champion for people with MS and will be sorely missed." A tireless worker and advocate for young scientists, Dr. Filbin also sat on the editorial boards of the Journal of Neuroscience, Journal of Comparative Neurology and Molecular and Cellular Neuroscience, and served as a reviewer for some of the top science journals including Nature, Science, Neuron, Cell, and the Journal of Cell Biology. She was also the Founder and President of the New York Friends of Myelin Club. Read a tribute to Dr. Filbin by Hunter College.


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Former Ministry of Highways Building, Tbilisi.
There is a sense in which all architecture is authoritarian, regardless of its ideals. No matter how many community meetings a planning process incorporates, in the end only one building may be built; one architecture, which by its very existence precludes another. The eventual users and non-users of the space may make minor modifications. They may open or close windows, but in the end they must deal with the consequences of the building, whether it is a postwar housing project or a San Jose strip mall. They must negotiate its little manipulations, and have little in the way of recourse if these should become oppressive.
Artists, at least of a particular bent, are not the sort to take authority at its word. Even under the most oppressive of conditions artists find ways to critique and to criticize, and to present alternate theories of the world. They respond to all forms of power, architecture included, through gestures that range from the most basic act of graffiti to Ai Weiwei's "studies of perspective."


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After getting "had" by a string of unstable A2-core SMP WUs crashing out on me, about a week ago I decided that it was finally time to upgrade all of my Linux SMP systems to the latest version of the client. A few things that people need to be aware of on the latest Linux client:
- The new client will give you a lot of A3-core (a.k.a. "GRO-A3") WUs.
- Unlike older SMP WUs, the GRO-A3 WUs do not launch multiple processes to do the crunching; it is a true multi-threaded implementation. The upshot of this is that you will see only a single FahCore_a3 process running, but it will peg all of your CPU cores.
- You will want to register a passkey with F@h, and configure your clients to use it. Use of a passkey makes you eligible for bonus points on the GRO-A3 WUs, and it is the bonus points which make them decent PPD producers.
- The bonus apparently does not kick in until you've successfully turned in 10 SMP WUs using your passkey, and you need to maintain at least an 80% successful (and on-time) turn-in rate thereafter to continue receiving bonuses.
- The project summary page shows the raw (no bonus) point values for the GRO-A3 WUs. This makes it difficult to guesstimate how many PPD a GRO-A3 WU is producing while it is running, since the bonus is calculated based on how far ahead of the deadline you turn in the finished WU. The HFM monitoring tool (mentioned elsewhere on these forums) supposedly has the ability to estimate the bonus points (I have not independently verified this).
- Raw point values for most of the GRO-A3 WUs (so far) appear to be in the 300-500 point range, with raw PPD in the 250-750 range depending on the system (I have a mix of mostly older dual- and quad-core AMD systems). With the bonus factored in, I am typically seeing credits of around 1500-1800 points per WU, which makes them pretty good producers -- roughly on par with the old A2s (when they weren't crashing out).


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Fins are used on all air coolers, dry coolers, evaporators
Fins increase the heat transfer of an air cooler. Fins are used on all air coolers, dry coolers, evaporators and condensers that transfer energy from a primary coolant or liquid media to air, although in some situations the air may be so unclean that there is a risk of blockage.
Fins consist of thin metal plates, 0.12–0.5 mm thick, which are fixed to an air cooler, dry cooler, evaporator or condenser. The fins are normally made of aluminium, which has good heat conductivity.
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SALT LAKE CITY — Belmont coach Rick Byrd hated the 3-pointer when it was first approved in college basketball, and insisted he would have voted against it had he had the option 27 years ago.
Now it's the main reason his 11th-seeded Bruins are the trendy pick to knock off sixth-seeded Arizona when they open play Thursday in the NCAA tournament's West region.
Senior guard Ian Clark leads the nation in 3-point shooting at better than 46 percent, hitting 9 of 11 once in a game this season.
Byrd isn't great at math but he knows that adds up to a lot of scoring.
"I didn't get a chance to agree or disagree," Byrd quipped of the rule change in his first year at Belmont. "I just thought it's been a good game for a long time. ... But I think it's made the game more interesting and exciting."
That means the 21st-ranked Wildcats will have to step up their perimeter defense if they don't want to be one-and-done.
But it's not just 3-pointers, Arizona coach Sean Miller said.
Belmont gets to the line frequently, with senior guard Kerron Johnson leading the way with 210 free throw attempts.
As a team the Bruins are shooting nearly 50 percent overall, with Clark hitting 54 percent of his shots, Trevor Noack shooting 49 percent and Johnson 46 percent.
"That's what's scary about them," Miller said of a team that won the Ohio Valley Conference. "I would say they're a great offensive team, period."
Miller said Clark is like a combination of UCLA's Jordan Adams and Colorado's Spencer Dinwiddie — two players who have had big games against the Wildcats.
"Part of what makes Clark so good is ... they have a dynamic backcourt (with Johnson)," Miller said.
What the Bruins don't have is size, with no starters taller than 6-foot-7
Arizona has four players 6-foot-10 or taller, including three freshmen bigs — Kaleb Tarczewski, Brandon Ashley and Grant Jerrett. The three arguably have played their best games in recent weeks.
"If you think about the experience they have gotten from start to finish, they are no longer freshmen, and you can see that out there," Miller said. "They're more sure of themselves on offense and defense. Like any team, our team is so much better and more difficult to beat when those three guys are playing well. Hopefully tomorrow that will be the case."
Belmont, a private liberal arts university located in Nashville, also has yet to win an NCAA tournament game. The Bruins have been to the tournament five times since 2006 and lost big four of those years. The one time they were in it, they pushed No. 2 seed Duke to the brink before losing 71-70 in 2008.
As for Arizona players and coaches, there is a familiarity with Utah, even if some of the memories are heart-breaking.
In 2010, Xavier tangled with Kansas State in the round of 16, the game not settled until double overtime when K-State prevailed 101-96. Arizona senior point guard Mark Lyons was part of that Xavier team.
"I just remember the intensity of the game, seems like every shot was a big shot and every possession meant the game," he said.
In 1993, Steve Nash-led Santa Clara upset No. 2 Arizona 64-61 in the first round in Salt Lake City. In 2003, top-seeded Arizona beat Gonzaga in double-overtime in the second round.
The tourney was played those two years at the Huntsman Center on the University of Utah campus. The last time Arizona played at the home of the Utah Jazz, during the 2010-11 regular season, the Wildcats were trounced by a Jimmer Fredette-led Brigham Young team.
Miller, who is in his fourth year at Arizona, eventually would take that Wildcat team to the regional final. Overall, he has a 9-5 NCAA tourney record as a head coach.
Asked what has made him successful in the NCAAs through the years, he said teams advancing beyond the first weekend didn't change personalities.
"The one thing that stands out is that we were ourselves," he said. "The things that we did well during the season that we learned to make part of our overall identity, those things didn't change once we entered the tournament. We were able to establish those same strengths.
"Sometimes in this tournament, game pressure in the moment becomes so big that you can deviate. Players do things they haven't done. Teams almost take on a different personality and in those cases, the personality of our team remained the same. That's what we are going to try to do tomorrow against Belmont. We have to be a very good rebounding team and a good-minded defensive team. On offense, we have to play unselfish basketball where we can create good shots."
SALT LAKE CITY — Belmont coach Rick Byrd hated the 3-pointer when it was first approved in college basketball, and insisted he would have voted against it had he had the option 27 years ago.