
Anna Biller’s hands-on retro vision of perfect 70’s cinema was, in the words of IndieWire’s David Ehrlich “Archly funny — but also hyper-sincere”. What a movie! What a great night at NewScreen!


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!

Ken Loache’s beautiful 1969 film Kes quietly moved us to tears tonight. The heavy South Yorkshire accent was challenging even with the aid of subtitles, which were peppered with “Thee”s and “Thou”s.
Sometimes bleak, sometimes rich, and not without a few laughs… I was proud to bring this classic to NewScreen… finally.

Wow. I was excited to see you all after the summer hiatus but, to be honest, I hadn’t expected the full house that turned up. Lovely to see you, and happy for some new faces.
The Swimmer is ultimately quite a bleak tale but initially, it’s a fanciful romp . Ned turns up (clad only in a pair of Speedo trunks) unexpectedly at some well-to-do neighbors who are all suffering from “I drank too much last night” scenarios but are delighted to see him again (it’s been a while). He informs them that he has realized that he can “swim home” via a network of his neighbors’ pools. He accepts a drink, and continues on his way, diving into their pool, and heading on to the next. As he gets nearer to his goal of “swimming home”, his neighbors are increasingly less happy to see him and, at the Biswanger’s pool party, the proverbial shit hit the proverbial fan, after which it was all down(stream) from there for Ned. Tragically brilliant.
Igor turned up with herring, but alas, no Borodinsky was available. Next week!

Once again, Ellen came through with another great season-ending musical recommendation. Not the happy-ending version, thank goodness. Our lovely guests were delighted. Happy endings aren’t really a thing here!
We wish you all a delicious summer, and hope to be back early in October with another great season. Inshallah.

After a flu-mandated week off, NewScreen bounced back with this final installment in Ulrich Seidl’s Hope trillogy, a tender story of a pedophilic romance between a middle age doctor, and a 13 year old girl at a summer “fat camp”. In the words of Mike D’Angelo (The A.V. Club), “[Paridise: Hope] is the most tender, nuanced, and deeply felt picture Seidl has ever made. What’s more, there’s no need to have seen the other two films, as Hope works beautifully all by its lonesome.”
A great NewScreen choice, if I do say so myself. Plus… herring and Borodinsky bread!

Tonight, I advised my audience that suspension of disbelief would be helpful. And you know what? They had no problem with that, and were thoroughly enraptured by this spooky story. Basically, a little girl has a better nose than a Jack Russell terrier, and a certain smells enable her to travel back in time to observe her mother’s life before she was conceived. But wait. there’s more! But… that’s enough spoiling for one blog post.
We had a lovely audience tonight, and Igor came through with perfect herring, which we enjoyed on my Borodinsky bread with a pat of butter, a thin slice of shallot, and good grinding of black pepper. Yum.
Director: Fleur Fortuné / Year: 2024 / Color / English Language / MPA rating: R / Runtime: 114 min
Where do babies come from? As everyone reading this hopefully knows by now, when a man and woman love each other very much… they invite a state-appointed assessor to enter their home for seven days to test their fitness for parenting in a series of endurance challenges that include forcing them to complete complex logic puzzles, trying to burn their house down with the hope that they can intervene in time to stop it, and observing (and sometimes participating in) their sex life. If they ace her tests based on her top secret criteria, they’re granted the privilege of filing the paperwork to begin the process of being considered as candidates to receive a child. If they displease her at any point throughout the week, they are instantly eliminated from contention with no option to appeal.
At least that’s how it works in “The Assessment.” Veteran music video director Fleur Fortuné’s feature debut takes place in an allegedly utopian future where aging and death have been all but eliminated. A revolutionary drug has given people the option to stop nature from ever taking its course on their bodies, but the lack of deaths has forced the state to start controlling the birth rate in order to ration resources. The result is that reproduction, the fundamental biological process that is quite literally everyone’s reason for existing, is now an elite hobby reserved for those who check every possible fitness box. Earth has subsequently been divided into the Old World, where people refuse to take the drug and live biologically natural lives that are filled with war, poverty, and disease; and the New World, where everyone lives in sterile, childless, prosperous immortality.
Mia (Elizabeth Olsen) and Aaryan (Himesh Patel) are the epitome of marital success in the New World. They live in a sleek modern house while enjoying prestigious careers — he’s a digital designer who uses holograms to make hyper-realistic renderings of earthly objects that can help fill the void left by scarce resources, and she’s a scientist who specializes in studying plant life. With a thriving marriage and established professional reputations, all that’s left to do is have a child.
They initiate the bureaucratic process and are assigned to Virginia (Alicia Vikander), an assessor who moves into their home to begin the evaluation. The Kafkaesque rules ensure that neither of them are allowed to ask any questions about her criteria, they must simply submit to her erratic behavior. Some days she acts like an inquisitive technocrat, while other days she assumes the behavior of a small child and tests the would-be parents’ limits with agonizing temper tantrums. As the seven days drag on, both Mia and Aaryan are left to wonder what the curious process is actually trying to discern about them.
“The Assessment” backs up its high concept with immersive world building thanks to eco-space-age production design and hazy cinematography from Magnus Jønck that conjures the image of a world so obsessed with preservation that it talked itself into throwing away everything that was worth hanging onto. That futuristic backdrop becomes a canvas on which to explore one of the oldest ideas in human history: the often frustrating limitations of central planning. Would-be authoritarians of both the benign and genocidal varieties have long salivated at the notion that if only a smart person was allowed to make decisions for an entire society from above, choosing who lives and who dies and who works and who profits, all of the pesky conflicts and inefficiencies of modern life would be whisked away. Of course, it never quite works out that way, and “The Assessment” persuasively makes the case that some stages of life are far too intimate for any government to regulate in the name of efficiency.
None of which is to say that the film is overly preachy, as Fortuné and screenwriters John Donnelly and Mr. and Mrs. Thomas have crafted a compelling genre thriller that manages to build a world that feels both genuinely new and depressingly realistic if human society goes too far down the wrong path. In a rapidly changing world where we constantly feel the need to reevaluate every pillar of our society, maybe we all ought to accept that making our own children and raising our own families is one part of life that we’ve definitively figured out.
Review by Christian Zilko for IndieWire
Black and White / English Language / MPA rating: Approved / Runtime: 125 min
Films of Tennessee Williams’ plays now often look very artificial and overwrought, but with this Huston came up with one of the best. Williams is treated with respect rather than reverence, and Huston injects his own sly humour. The film, which perambulates around Burton as the clergyman turned travel courier after a sex scandal, and the effects of his various crises of faith on the coachload of women teachers he is escorting (with assorted provocations from Lyon’s nymphet, Gardner’s blowsy hotel proprietor, Kerr’s artist) is all the more interesting in the light of Wise Blood, Huston’s later descent into the maelstrom of religious obsessions.
Time Out New York.