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Out in Theaters: ‘HE NEVER DIED’

OG Black Flag vocalist Henry Rollins has been lending himself out to little movie roles since he left the band in 1986. Arguably his most prominent and commercial appearance came out of his run on Sons of Anarchy as the muscle of white supremacist group the League of American Nationalists. In the role, Rollins hinted at a dangerous side – ok, “hinted” is a vast understatement – whereas with He Never Died, he pairs that dangerous edge with some delightfully droll humor. The combination keep the wheels turning in this laugh-out loud funny and mostly compelling midnighter. Read More

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SXSW Review: DEATHGASM

Many have tried to imitate the cinematic fine art that is The Evil Dead and few have been able to ape Sam Raimi‘s splatterhead mesterpiece with as much boundless, bloody guile as Peter Jackson. Yes, the blockbusting king of Middle Earth Peter Jackson. Though most know the frumpy Kiwi from his work on the Lord of the Rings and Hobbit movies, Jackson actually began his career making low-budget, amateur horror flicks using friends and recycled cameras. The more you know. Read More

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SXSW Review: 6 YEARS

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In the throes of first love, life becomes exasperatingly disoriented. We convince ourselves that there is but one person who can appreciate, understand and care for us and that that person should not be let go lest we never experience such a sensation of belonging again. Future aspirations come to head with plans of fidelity and the person you are and the person you want to become begin to be at odds. With 6 Years, Hannah Fidell is able to poke her camera into the epicenter of a relationship at the structural crossroads of graduating from college as they differentiate the needs of the “me” versus the needs of the “us”.

From go, Mel Clark (Taissa Farmiga) gloats to friends about the idyllic nature of her and boyfriend Dan’s six-year affair. Having been together since high school (and having been neighbors even then), they know each other better than anyone else and they’ve got plans to keep it that way . According to Mel, they’ll be married with a baby at 26. Still with one more year to go before graduation, Mel seems to have her life planned out to a T, unfortunately those plans don’t hold much room for variation.

Enter Dan (Ben Rosenfield), a graduating senior with a hooked-up record label internship on the brink of becoming something more. Even after six years, Dan and Mel still have amazing sex, they still laugh and communicate openly, they still have stupid fights about nothing. Fights that blow up into physical confrontations. Confrontations that land one of the parties in the hospital on more than one occasion.

To see a film about young people that navigates the dangerous waters of domestic disputes is an all too rare thing. The borderline physically abusive nature of their relationship is depicted as delicately as such a topic ought to be, raising questions rather than passing judgment with Fidell unwilling to paint in purely blacks and whites. Rather, there’s a calm nuance to Fidell’s voice that’s often absence from that of her characters. Though she can remain cool and collected, Ben and Mel, like the young adults they are, often make rash decisions.

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Because an intimate character study such as 6 Years depends so heavily on solid performances to sell the drama as the real deal, the effect and impact of the film lies squarely on the shoulders of Farmiga and Rosenfield and each handle the material with a kind of preternatural grace and convincing aplomb. When I asked them if they drew from any prior relationships to help define their roles and relationships in the film, both said no. And yet, they tackle the material with vitriol and dexterity, smoothly navigating the dramatically challenging material  and totally able to sell the more noodle-brained “teenagers in love” numbers.

Fidell keeps the sentimentality in check, able to offer a compelling though distanced look at the crumbling facade of “true love.” There are moments of 6 Years that threaten to derail the authenticity of the product but Fidell proves that she knows better than to dip her toe into the salty waters of through-and-through schmaltz. That doesn’t mean there aren’t moments where things get a little overboard.

Emotionally raw though a dash melodramatic, Hannah Fidell’s 6 Years is a bittersweet look at love and sacrifice at the ripe young age of 21. Fidell plants us at the focal point of their oft imploding relationship with truly intimate camerawork that operates in tandem with the film’s unobtrusive technical aspects – like Julian Wass‘ mellow score and Andrew Droz Palermo‘s low profile cinematography work – to create a convincing, and affecting, narrative. Able to share its time equally between the two leads – both of whom offer excellent performances – 6 Years paints an important and empathetic portrait of young relationships without necessarily taking a side. Like Boyhood and Blue is the Warmest Color before it, 6 Years enters a class of independent film that young people should be made to watch before making any major life decision.

B

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SXSW Review: HE NEVER DIED

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OG Black Flag vocalist Henry Rollins has been lending himself out to little movie roles since he left the band in 1986. Arguably his most prominent and commercial appearance came out of his run on Sons of Anarchy as the muscle of white supremacist group the League of American Nationalists. In the role, Rollins hinted at a dangerous side – ok, “hinted” is a vast understatement – whereas with He Never Died, he pairs that dangerous edge with some delightfully droll humor. The combination keep the wheels turning in this laugh out loud funny and mostly compelling midnighter.

Operating under the assumption that less is more – and here, he’s totally right to – Rollins underplays the funny bits of Jack, a kind of fallen angel type who, you guessed it, never dies. Part of the fun is figuring out who/what Jack is – he is a vampire? a demon? a brainy zombie? – so I won’t spoil the fun for the uninitiated. I will however hint towards the fact that – as is made obvious by the film’s title – he’s no mere mortal.

When we meet Jack, he’s a self-inflicted hermit living a regulated life of dropping into church bingo, eating his three meals a day at a barely average diner and exchanging caches of cash for brown paper satchels of… something. Discovering what that something is begins to make Jack take form so again, its identity will go uncovered.

Despite his best efforts to live a life of solitude, Jack finds a young girl claiming to be his daughter, Andrea (Jordan Todosey), on his doorstep one rainy afternoon, disorienting his isolationist practices with her 21st century laid back attitude and casual nosing into his personal affairs. Just as Andrea begins to tweak his routine for the better – maybe talk to diner waitress Cara (Kate Greenhouse) who’s never had anything but warm looks to offer? – Jack finds himself wrapped up in a criminal plot courtesy of the mystery satchels that he wants no absolutely part of.

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Regardless of the fact that Jack has no intention of stirring up trouble, he proves an incredibly effective killer – a favorable side effect of his immorality. Up against a group of criminal scum and  assorted evildoers of the garden variety, Jack is a kind of unflinching, indestructible Bryan Mills type. He crushes his way through assemblies of armed men with his bare fists, regardless of how many bullets they plug into him. And though much more interested in getting back to the swing of normality than pursuing any kind of vengeful bloodlust, Jack will do whatever is required of him to ensure that Andre and Cara are out of harm’s way and not necessarily in a gentle manner. A fact that a corral of baddies can attest to.

As a kind of horror film noir, He Never Died cleverly thrives on the experience of watching Jack unfold. Though potentially one-dimensional, Jack benefits greatly from Rollins’ “man of few words” schtick. A goon winding up to punch Jack is told “Don’t”. After a real walloping, Jack barely flinches. “I told you not to do that,” he grumbles before snapping the man’s arm in two.

Jack’s brand of unaffected, “did you really just do that?” reactions lend the action a sense of categorical silliness. It makes for the kind of comedy you that if you know it’s not your cup of tea, you’re unlikely to react to any of the film’s budding charm. Budget constraints keep a lot of the action offscreen but when writer/director Jason Krawczyk is able to put the rumpus fights front and center, he makes sure to do so mostly in a comic manner. As far as He Never Died is concerned, this makes the proceedings gleeful and bemusing, if light on the genre’s signature bloodstained offerings.

C+

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