Night Across the Street
'Night Across the Street'

I stayed in the same 139-seat room for its subsequent 11:30 a.m. screening, “Night Across the Street,” the last movie by Raul Ruiz, who died just over a year ago. I also seemed to know most of the few aesthetes gathered for the Ruiz, including the prolific film critic Jonathan Rosenbaum, who had introduced me to Ruiz both literally and figuratively, when we first became friends in Paris.  The movie version of Ruiz’s six-part TV miniseries “The Mysteries of Lisbon” was a hot ticket in Toronto (and elsewhere) year before last, but “Night Across the Street” isn’t receiving anything near that kind of attention.  Jonathan jokes that Ruiz was so prolific (115 or so titles) that there’s some competition for just exactly what was his last movie.  Oddly, in yet another odd P&I screening decision, whose programmers seem to have delighted in causing painful conflicts over the first weekend, it’s playing directly opposite “Lines of Wellington,” a movie Ruiz was preparing at his death that was finished by his wife Valeria Sarmiento.  

Watching “Night Across the Street” is an emotional experience as well as a mildly baffling one, as often happens with Ruiz. Coherence was not always his strong suit. There are digital projection problems, and seeing the first ten minutes of the film twice shows me that I’d already missed some things (especially since there are moments when the characters speak in French, and English subtitles are superimposed over Spanish ones. Oy).  The emotion comes because it’s a sort of Remembrance of Things Past of a man awaiting death.

Outrage Beyond
'Outrage Beyond'

Afterwards I make an error in judgment: I go see Takeshi Kitano’s “Outrage Beyond,” even though I did not enjoy his “Outrage,” which I saw year before last at the San Francisco International Film Festival. What was I thinking? This exercise in corrupt cops encouraging rival yakuza to kill one another, shot in various shades of blue, is if anything even less interesting than its predecessor. It’s a very long way (and a long time) from “Violent Cop” and “Boiling Point” – Kitano just seems to be going through the motions.  I stay in the theater out of inertia, wishing I was at a screening of Byron Haskin’s “I Walk Alone,” starring Burt Lancaster, Kirk Douglas, and Lizbeth Scott instead, a much more interesting study of what happens when gangsters go corporate.

Margarethe von Trotta’s “Hannah Arendt” is the kind of wacky biopic that has Arendt (Barbara Sukowa) and Mary McCarthy (Janet McTeer) exchanging racy girl talk and sexy gossip instead of literary chat. We see an unidentified (and curiously jovial) William Shawn sparring with an equally unidentified and jovial Katharine White, who scoffs at Arendt’s too-stodgy title “The Origins of Totalitarianism.” It’s not quite as much fun as “Midnight in Paris,” (Arendt has to write about that pesky Nazi Adolf Eichmann, after all), but it’s much livelier than von Trotta’s last outing with Barbara Sukowa, “Vision,” about the German nun Hildegard von Bingen. Von Trotta is a lively, sexy, stylish woman, who makes not-very-lively, nor sexy, nor particularly stylish films.  I would call them clunky, well-meaning, wearing their heart on their sleeve.  It’s not hard to leave “Hannah Arendt” after an hour (it’s more the banality of the screenplay than the banality of evil) in order to get in line for the Wachowski/Tykwer “Cloud Atlas,” which I review here. In brief: the actors must have enjoyed the prospect of playing multiple roles; I watch in open-mouthed amazement as it’s kind of a train wreck, although a fitfully amusing one. Still, the words “It’s a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing,” come unbidden to my mind more than once.  

On the way out, I stop in the Chapters bookstore conveniently located right next to the theater, and drop $25 on the book, which the clerk tells me “has been selling well for six years” (maybe she means eight, because the copyright date is 2004.  Or maybe she’s been working at Chapters for six years). Anyway, I like “Cloud Atlas” more than either “Speed Racer” or “3”, which means that, unlike with Takeshi Kitano, things are looking up.