A television endowment coordinator who’s happiness to discontinue single until the right gazabo comes along suddenly meets the man of her dreams–or so she thinks. He’s rich, handsome and nearby, but, with his suspicious ex-girlfriend, a pushy mom and a tendency toward preoccupation, she soon discovers the truth of the out of date adage ‘You can’t judge a book by its cover.’

Save Me review

November 28, 2009

Most filmmaking to date addressing the Large Divide between gays and the U.S. exact right has very much reflected its point of origin –delivering thoroughly moral condemnation from one side onto the other. “Save Me,” the first hype from new gay-focused production company Mythgarden, is a agreeable exception in that it effectively dramatizes the issues without caricaturing or pillorizing either party. Without considering widescreen lensing, in hushed tones involving best has a telepic have compassion for incline that effectiveness hobble fake prospects. But further fest traverse should presage successful DVD and hawser sales, while raising expectation an eye to Mythgarden’s tomorrow offerings.

We first meet Mark (Chad Allen) during a drug and casual sex binge that ends in a suicide attempt — not his first, apparently.

His conservative family won’t take him in anymore, and he has nowhere else to go, so he ends up placed (though he claims he’s OK with his orientation) at Genesis House, a Christian 12-step “recovery” facility “specializing in sexual brokenness.” It’s run by married couple Gayle (Judith Light) and Ted (Stephen Lang), the latter her second husband. A son Gayle had by her first husband, then tragically lost, proves key to why she takes a special motherly interest in the initially resentful, stubborn resident.

Mark does stick with the program, embracing Christ and even coming to think he can and should renounce his “lifestyle choice.” A stumbling block, however, comes in the form of fellow resident Scott (Robert Gant), with whom he fast develops a close friendship — while both struggle to ignore their equally strong romantic attraction.

There are no great surprises in seeing how Mark’s eventually conflicting relationships with Gayle and Scott play out, or in the subplots involving other troubled Genesis residents. (The major one centers on Robert Baker as protag’s virginal roommate Lester, a low-self-esteem case who comes to see the budding love between Mark and Scott as suggesting hope rather than sinfulness.)

But three scenarists, helmer Robert Cary and the solid cast all lift “Save Me” past potential cliche — or preachiness — by resisting easy melodrama in favor of styistic restraint and nonjudgmental empathy. Gayle may have a blind spot as big as the all-outdoors — using a simplistic faith-based program to keep her own buried parental guilt at bay — but pic refuses to teach her a politically correct “lesson” she wouldn’t realistically be able to hear anyway. Nor is Mark an especially sympathetic protagonist, as he eagerly swaps secular addictions for supposedly sacred ones.

Indeed, pic loses credibility only in departments where it might be a little too evenhandedly nice: Genesis House is a pretty mild, non-brimstone-and-hellfire version of such facilities, and its residents are a more youthful and attractive lot than you’d typically find thereabouts. (Even supposed fatso Lester would only need a few months’ exercise dedication to morph into a hunk.)

Speaking of realism, TV vet Gant (”Queer as Folk,” “Popular,” “Caroline in the City”) may offer Mark a rather too conveniently dreamboat-y “out” from Genesis, but his canny underplaying puts the conceit across. Telepic queen Light refuses to jerk tears in a vinegary perf, deftly supported by the reliable Lang.

Pic was shot in anamorphic 35mm, though shown at Sundance in an HD cam transfer due to time constraints on getting a finished film negative in time for fest. Production values are thoughtful, though in both dramatic approach and packaging there’s a conventional neutrality that doesn’t distance pic quite enough from TV terrain. New Mexico locations add some flavor.

Up at the Villa review

November 27, 2009

UP AT THE VILLA
A dusting review by Steve Rhodes
Copyright 2000 Steve Rhodes
RATING (0 TO ****): ** 1/2

A 1940s-style melodrama but WITH COLOR.

UP AT THE VILLA, based on a Somerset Maugham novella, is set in a
remarkably benign Fascist Italy on the brink of World War II. The movie
unfolds like a dream with model-quality characters slowly drifting
through the sumptuous sets. As directed by Philip Haas and scripted and
edited by his wife Belinda, who worked together on ANGELS AND INSECTS,
the movie induces an almost trance-like state in the audience.
Containing a small drama wrapped in a light-weight romance, the story
moves on gossamer wings, never boring and yet never quite compelling. A
lovely, moving tableaux, it's almost sad the way the picture never quite
obtains lift-off.

A regal and radiant Kristin Scott Thomas (RANDOM HEARTS) and a dashing
and handsome Sean Penn (SWEET AND LOWDOWN) play lovers with some
similarities to the parts that they played in their last pictures. As
Mary Panton, Scott Thomas is a poor widow who lives an expensive
lifestyle due to the generosity of her friends. After being foolish
enough to love her last husband, who drank himself to death while
squandering their money, she has resolved not to make that mistake
again.

Soon after the story opens, an older but wealthy man, Sir Edgar Swift
(James Fox), proposes marriage to Mary. She doesn't love him, which she
views as an attribute since that guarantees that he can't break her
heart.

Mary's friend, known as the Princess (Anne Bancroft), advises her to
marry but take lovers as she has. The Princess says that her husband is
"ugly enough to frighten the horses," but that's not a problem since he
has given her wealth and freedom.

Of course, as was mandatory in the old 1940s melodramas, some cad has to
show up to complicate the situation. Sean Penn plays reputed scoundrel
Rowley Flint, a married man with an unsavory reputation. The biggest
problem with the screenplay is that it makes Rowley into a lovable
pussycat. Possibly the sweetest character in the film, save Mary,
Rowley acts with the sincerity of a saint even if he is described as
"wild and reckless."

Scott Thomas and Penn do everything asked of them, but it just isn't
quite enough to make this quaint little story into much of a movie.
Still, if you're in need of some tranquility and rest, you could do
worse than park your weary bones in a theater that's playing UP AT THE
VILLA. And, if you do nod off every now and then, not to worry — you
won't miss anything important. You'll leave the theater feeling rested
and peaceful, not something that can be said about the effect of most
movies.

UP AT THE VILLA runs a bit long at 1:55. It is rated PG-13 for some
sexuality and violence and would be acceptable for those 11 and up.
There is, however, little to hold the interest of most kids.

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