By David Elliott
Flix Nosh is a personal movie menu,
served fresh each Friday.
Moana
There are probably fewer than 30 talents of real genius who have significantly swayed the history of movies, and of those the biggest global impact came from Walt Disney. The “Mickey Mouse man” was busy theme-parking his vision, before dying in 1966. In the last 50 years many permutations followed, some merely dull and corporate. But the challenges of UPA (Mr. Magoo, etc.) and Pixar and Japanese animé were absorbed, and as more than a rising profit stream came to extend and enrich Walt’s legacy. The empire can still flash some magic.
Proof
positive is the extravagantly vivid and colorful Moana. Moana (voice actor: Auli’i Cravalho) is teen princess of a
Pacific isle, a sort of toon-merged Hawaii and Tahiti. She discovers the mythic
roots of her culture, to save her people with the aid of a super-dude, Maui (voice: Dwayne Johnson). It’s
like Gidget joining Fabio for a glorious adventure, festooned with big-eyed
people, fantastic seas, sinister coconuts, a volcanic villain and a tropical ecology
of creatures (including a stunningly dumb chicken). Though hyperactive and a
bit exhausting, like many big-time animations, the film is delightful.
Also
beautiful, with startling waves of surprise, is perhaps the ultimate delivery
of an enduring Disney specialty: water, fluent in epic variety. Of course, since big cartoons
now mostly try to be musicals, songs sound like auditions for Polynesian Idol. This is very much a
corporate package (four directors, eight writers, 90 or so principal
animators). But since Lin-Manuel (Hamilton)
Miranda helped craft some funny lyrics, it's entertaining. And it is hard to imagine
anyone over the age of five who won’t find their imagination surfing the pleasures.
The Eagle Huntress
Stretching
the fabled arc of her talent, Jennifer Lawrence is again marvelous in The Eagle Huntress. No, wait, let’s
revise that. The star of Otto Bell’s documentary is Mongolian tribal girl
Aisholpan Nurgaiv, 13 during filming. If not the Lawrence of her country, nor
of Arabia, she deserves her rising fame. Aisholpan is the first female to
become a champion eagle hunter. That is, she uses a big eagle (caught by
herself on a mountain ledge) to hunt small game, while riding a shaggy horse across
vast steppes.
Her
father, who is also her trainer, firmly ignores the elders, weathered old coots
facing this upstart eaglet. One harrumphs, “While men go eagle-hunting, women
are at home preparing tea.” When not at school or helping around the yurt, the cheerful,
full-faced girl wins a competition against 69 experienced males. With her dad, she
then heads into the wintry wild to gain her first true kill (a fox). This is
far beyond picturesque. Simon Niblett’s terrific imagery, the exotic power of
ways both earthy and aerial, and Aisholpan’s brave charisma are inspiring. Not
even Great Genghis himself, lord of the horde, ever imagined this: Mongolia,
feminist frontier.
SALAD (A List)
Twelve Top Non-Cartoon Creature Movies: Robert Bresson’s
Au Hasard, Balthazar (donkey), Ken Loach’s Kes (hawk), Carroll Ballard’s The
Black Stallion (horse), Vittorio De Sica’s Umberto D (dog), Chris Noonan’s Babe (pig), Werner Herzog’s
Grizzly Man (bears), Kelly
Reichardt’s Wendy and Lucy (dog),
John Frankenheimer’s Birdman of Alcatraz (birds), Colin Gregg’s We Think the World of You (dog), Byron Haskin’s Robinson Crusoe on Mars ( monkey), Masanori
Hata’s Adventures of Milo and Otis
(dog, cat) and Cindy Miehl’s Buck
(horses).
WINE (Vin Orsonaire de Chateau Welles)
Though
he often visited Paris and made a great movie there (The Trial, 1962), Citizen Welles had very mixed feelings: “Do you
remember what the Seine was like, when you could stroll along it with your
girl? I’ve been asked to write some little thing in Paris Vogue, about why I love Paris. When I could walk on the
sidewalk in Paris, I loved it, but now I have to climb over automobiles. Taking
down Les Halles (market) was the beginning of the end. The new one is already
falling apart. It looks older than Notre Dame!” (Welles, talking to Henry
Jaglom in My Lunches With Orson).
ENTRÉE (Starlight Rising)
The
fancy-dress dance is an unforgettable scene in Alice Adams: “In a splendid shot (director George) Stevens pulls the camera up high
among the columns. We see Alice below, alone on one side of the room, across
from the babbling in-crowd. She fidgets, quavers, powders her nose. ‘The scene
of social humiliation is peculiarly American,’ Andrew Sarris commented, ‘in
that it reflects the tensions created by social mobility, but no actress ever
suffered more beautifully through the trauma.’ And no other film era had so
many snobbish swells, daffy debs, playboy puffins.” (From the Katharine
Hepburn/Alice Adams chapter in my
book Starlight Rising: Acting Up in
Movies, from Amazon, Nook and Kindle.)
DESSERT (An Image)
A great movie image is more than a still,
it’s a distillation.
Aisholpan Nurgaiv with bird and
father, The Eagle Huntress (Sony
Pictures Classics 2016; director Otto Bell, cinematographer Simon Niblett).
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