Bigger Than Life. Thursday, January 15th

Director: Nicholas Ray / Year: 1956 / Color / English Language / MPA rating: Approved / Runtime: 95 min

In retrospect, it’s remarkable that a major studio like Fox released a film as brutal and intense in its depiction of suburban despair as Nicholas Ray’s long-lost, little-seen 1956 masterpiece Bigger Than Life. At the height of the Eisenhower era, Ray’s film didn’t just paint an unrelentingly bleak portrait of a single unassailable American institution, it put a malevolent spin on nearly all of them. Family, childhood, fatherhood, the suburbs, capitalism, school, community, church, friendship, home, and marriage all take on a nightmarish quality when filtered through Ray’s unsparing lens. In Bigger Than Life, the average suburban home becomes a haunted house, and a devoted family man devolves into a cross between a deranged cult leader and Mr. Hyde.

In a performance that makes his later turn as a debonair pedophile in Lolita look like bobbysoxer-friendly froth by comparison, a frighteningly committed James Mason stars as a teacher who moonlights as a taxi dispatcher in a desperate attempt to provide for his family and subsidize his sad little stab at the American dream. When Mason develops a life-threatening illness, doctors prescribe a new wonder drug called cortisone. Freed from the shadow of death, Mason becomes a new man—healthy, vigorous, and unencumbered by the insecurities that plagued him before. But his newfound bravado quickly takes on a troubling edge as he develops megalomaniacal qualities and transforms his once-sedate home into a dictatorship, and then into something much more ominous.

Mason’s descent into madness and almost unfathomable cruelty is medically and pharmacologically induced, but Ray and his screenwriters (the script includes uncredited contributions from himself; Mason, who also produced; and Clifford Odets) subversively posit it as an outgrowth of the character’s relatable desire to escape the dull, small-minded emptiness of suburbia. In his bid to escape the ordinary and prolong his life, Mason becomes monstrous, but never inhuman. In its harrowing third act, Ray invests his terrifying tale of upward mobility gone horribly awry with the sinister shadows and ominous atmosphere of German Expressionist horror films. Bigger Than Life ultimately pulls back from the abyss, but the ending only qualifies as happy for those willing to ignore the abundant darkness at the edge of the frame.

Review by Nathan Rabin for A.V.Club

No Other Choice. I am king for the night!

Park Chan-wook does it again! No Other Choice is deliciously entertaining combination of darkness and humor, all, of course, delivered up with a ton of style. Awards material? I hope so. In the meantime, I’m thinking that The Handmaiden is ripe for another look. Hmm.

So what’s this “king” business? The French (and others) celebrate Epiphany (January 6th) during the month, with a Galette des rois (Kings cake), a buttery sweet pie made of puff pastry with almond cream filling. It is sliced up and distributed among the guests and, inside one piece will be found the fève (a trinket, coin, bean, or even a small plastic baby). Whoever finds the fève is crowned king or queen for the night. The prize tonight was meant to be free drinks for the monarch, but I won, so the point was moot. Not a fix, I promise.

Thanks to Annalise for baking, and bringing. Fun!

Sentimental Value. Bye bye ’25.

Tonight was (unofficially) our Christmas special, and final screening of the year. Joachim Trier’s Sentimental Value, an astute examination of familial dysfunction, seemed a fitting movie for the Holidays. Blood is indeed thicker than water although, at times, viscosity can be complicated.

Sentimental Value is a masterpiece, in my opinion… never a misstep, and fine performances from the entire cast. Above all, Renate Reinsve’s performance was mesmerizing, as it was in Trier’s last feature, The Worst Person in the World. Ironically, she was about to give up on her unsuccessful acting career just before she got called for Worst Person. Look at her now!

Thanks to the lovely folks who came out tonight. See you next year ))

The Piano Accident. Adele strikes a new note.

Tonight’s screening may very well have been the US premiere for this quirky, and highly entertaining work from Quentin Dupieux. Released in France in July, The Piano Accident has not as yet found distribution here. NewScreen has you covered!

Adele Exarchopoulis has been a MovieNight favorite since Blue is the Warmest Color, and more recently at NewScreen in The Five Devils. Her role in The Piano Accident was truly remarkable, including a little “laugh-snort” that she apparently came up with herself. We were all doing it as the credits rolled.

Ibrahima. One magical night.

Not only was Franck Tymezuk’s beautiful Ibrahima uplifting to watch, but tonight we had the added pleasure of being entertained by Ibrahima’s guitar and singing. It was kinda wonderful.

Ibrahima serenades. Photo by Zoe

Ibrahima follows the journey of a newly arrived Mauritanian immigrant in New York. Living in a park with other migrants, he survives by collecting cans to sell across the city while sharing his reflections on displacement, dignity, and hope. Through intimate moments of daily life, the film captures his efforts to preserve his beautiful soul and sense of community amid the harsh realities of migration.

Accident. One woman. Three men. Loads of booze.

I was so pleased to rediscover this a few weeks ago. Accident is arguably the least known Pinter/Losey/Bogarde collaboration (the others are The Servant and The Go-Between) but the easiest to watch. As one reviewer advised, “Don’t try to match them drink for drink.” Of course we didn’t.

We did manage to demolish half a loaf of Borodinsky bread and a large jar of herring. Thanks Igor!