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impossible tidal wave“THE IMPOSSIBLE” My rating: B+ (Opens Jan. 4 at the Glenwood Arts, Cinemark Palace, Palazzo 16 and Independence 20)114 minutes | MPAA rating: PG-13

It takes almost a determined act of will power to watch “The Impossible,” Juan Antonio Beyona’s hair-raising film about a vacationing family torn apart by the 2004 tsunami that ravaged Thailand’s resort-packed coast.

It’s that scary and painful.

A good thing, then, that “The Impossible” has been so beautifully acted, with Naomi Watts and Ewan McGregor giving what may be career-high performances as real-life couple separated by the disaster and, as their oldest son, young Tom Holland establishing himself as an actor of great promise.

Maria (Watts) and Henry (Ewan McGregor) live in Japan with their three boys. For Christmas they book a bungalow at an idyllic Thai resort where they take advantage of the snorkeling, sailing and swimming.

And then a wall of water 30 feet high roars in from the sea, toppling palm trees, flipping cars and tearing the family apart.

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not fade kiss“NOT FADE AWAY” My rating: B (Opens Jan. 4 at the Tivoli)

112 minutes | MPAA rating: R

To date, David Chase’s major contribution to American arts has been as creator/producer of the cable hit “The Sopranos,” which along with its excellent drama and characterizations was forever pushing the envelope on TV violence, language and nudity.

For his first outing as a solo writer/director Chase puts away the blood bags and turns to his own adolescence. “Not Fade Away” is less a novel than a series of not-quite-nostalgic snapshots taken between 1963 and 1968.

It begins with two teenagers in suburban New Jersey staring at a shiny electric guitar in a store window. Their every third word is some variation on the f-bomb — I’m pretty sure Chase is foolin’ with us, delivering in one scene enough smutty talk to fill an entire movie. Then, our expectations of Chase-ian profanity fully met, he proceeds to deliver a very personal, sweet and slightly sad reverie on the role of rock ‘n’ roll in a young man’s life.

Our protagonist is Doug (John Magaro), who in 1963 is a skinny, unathletic dweeb hanging with similarly un-studly pals. The lives of these losers are transformed by the one-two-three punch of the Kennedy assassination, the first appearance of the Beatles on Ed Sullivan just weeks later, and the subsequent ascension of the Rolling Stones, who forced American teens to reckon with their own ignored blues heritage.

(The film’s title, of course, is that of a Buddy Holly song famously covered by the Stones.)

Doug is immediately smitten. The girls may not give him a second glance, but he knows he has rock star potential. He bones up on the drums and teams with his guitar-playing buddies Eugene (Jack Huston) and Wells (Will Brill) to form a band.  They’re pretty bad — at least until they start to get good.

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Denis Lavant...as a sewer-dwelling mutant

Denis Lavant…as a sewer-dwelling mutant

“HOLY MOTORS” My rating: B (Opening Dec. 28 at the Tivoli)
115 minutes |No  MPAA rating

 I won’t try to tell you that I understand what’s going on in Leos Carax’s brain-scratching “Holy Motors.”

But like a handful of other impenetrable, out-there films (I’m thinking especially of David Lynch’s “Mulholland Drive”), this spectacularly weird entry gnaws its way into your head and takes up residence without ever laying its cards out on the table.

I found it exhilarating. No doubt many will find it maddening.

Both responses are perfectly valid.

“Holy Motors” follows one day in the life of Monsieur Oscar (Denis Lavant).  We meet him leaving an ultra-modern residence in the Paris suburbs.  He’s a gray-haired, middle-aged man in an expensive business suit, and as a slew of frolicking children calling him “Papa” wave bye-bye and wish him a good day, Oscar walks down his driveway and enters a white stretch limo driven by Celine (Edith Scob), a quietly elegant woman in her early 70s.

Once ensconced in the back of the limo, Oscar picks up a folder which holds information on his next “assignment.” Soon he has shucked his hair (it’s a wig…he’s bald underneath) and clothing and transformed himself – with the help of makeup, costumes and props stashed in the car – into a crippled crone who spends an hour on a Paris bridge begging for coins.

Next it’s off to a film studio.  Oscar pulls on a form-fitting black motion-capture suit (the kind peppered with ping pong balls) and enters a dark soundstage where he goes through a series of martial arts movements and engages in an erotic dance with a similarly-suited female contortionist.

Then it’s off to Pere Lachaise Cemetery where Oscar (having fashioned himself into a hideous, flower-eating madman) kidnaps an American fashion model (Eva Mendes) from a photo shoot and takes her, Quasimodo style, to a room deep in the city’s sewers.

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django“DJANGO UNCHAINED” My rating: C (Opens wide on Christmas Day)

165 minutes | MPAA rating: R

As a big fan of Quentin Tarantino, it gives me little pleasure to confess that “Django Unchained” gave me little pleasure.

Tarantino, who spent his formative years as a video store clerk immersed in cult cinema, has made a career of taking cheesy filmic subgenres and elevating them into something like high art through the sheer transformative genius of his imagination.

Here he tackles two chestnuts from the cinema cellar.

First there are the Italian “Django” movies (there are at least 30 of them) about a surly drifter in the Old West who leaves behind whole towns of festering corpses.

More importantly, “Django” references the mid-‘70s blaxploitation movie.  But instead of raising the genre to a new level, Tarantino seems content to kick around in the basement.

“Django” isn’t so much a clever comment on blaxploitation as it is a genuine blaxploitation film with all the usual atavistic violence and cartoonish drama intact.

It is technically more sophisticated than the films it emulates, but not much deeper. And while it contains enough subversive ideas about race to keep the thesis mills churning out papers for the next decade, it never becomes a satisfying dramatic experience.

Initially, at least, “Django Unchained” looks like “Inglourious Basterds” redux. Both films are minority revenge fantasies. In “Basterds” (2009) Tarantino cleverly hypothesized a group of Jewish-American commandos who succeed in assassinating Adolf Hitler.

In “Django” a slave in the antebellum American South becomes a gunfighter and kills a lot of white racists on the way to rescuing his wife from the clutches of a sadistic plantation owner.

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les mis jean“LES MISERABLES” My rating: B+ (Opens wide on Christmas Day)

157 minutes | MPAA rating: PG-13

I’ll wasn’t all that eager to see the new film version of the worldwide stage triumph “Les Miserables.”

As a working theater critic I saw the Victor Hugo-inspired stage musical too many times. And whenever I flip to  my local PBS station it seems like there’s a concert version of the show being aired as a fund raiser.

I found much to admire in “Les Miz.” But I never fell in love with it. And, frankly,  I was feeling pretty mizzed out.

Now we have a massive, near-three-hour film version directed by Tom Hooper (the Englishman who burst upon the world cinema scene two years ago with “The King’s Speech”) and starring Hugh Jackman, Russell Crowe, Anne Hathaway, Amanda Seyfried, Sacha Baron Cohen, Helena Bonham Carter and Eddie Redmayne.

Well, I won’t say I’m now in love. But Hooper’s “Les Miz” is filled with deeply moving moments, stirring music and several terrific performances that transcend the superficiality of the characters and the improbabilities of the plot.

In short, I cannot imagine a better screen version of this work.

Spanning something like 40 years in the early 19th century, this is the story of Jean Valjean, who is imprisoned for stealing a loaf of bread and who violates his parole by assuming a false identity and becoming not only a wealthy pillar of society, but a genuinely virtuous man. He adopts the orphaned daughter of one of his factory workers and gets involved in one of France’s periodic political uprisings.

Through all this Valjean is pursued by the relentless policeman Javert, a compassionless ideologue who believes that once a criminal, always a criminal.

So it’s a big, epic, sprawling yarn. And as fashioned by the stage show’s original creators — Claude-Michel Schonberg and Alain Boublil (with Herbert Kretzmer  providing the English lyrics) – it’s practically nonstop music.  Virtually every word is sung.

The trick, then, is to make audiences who are perhaps not that familiar with musicals – much less one that feels an awful lot like grand opera – accept the essential unreality of the setup.

miz croweHooper has found what I consider a nearly-ideal approach to this dilemma.  Most film musicals first record the music and vocals, then have the players lip sync during filming. Here the cast members’ vocals are recorded live on the set (the players were fed an instrumental track through a tiny earplug).

For the most part this works brilliantly, particularly in hugely emotional solo numbers like Jackman’s rendition of Valjean’s “What Have I Done?” and especially “I Dreamed a Dream,” sung by Hathaway as the dying factory-girl-turned-prostitute Fantine.

By eliminating that barrier between what the actor is actually feeling and his/her recorded vocal performance, many of the film’s musical numbers have an intimacy and power that is nearly overwhelming. Under these circumstances an unplanned pause in delivery, a spontaneous gasp or groan draws us in in ways rarely before experienced in film musicals.

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cirque boat“CIRQUE DU SOLEIL: WORLDS AWAY” My rating: B- (Opening wide on Dec. 21)

91 minutes | No MPAA rating

“Worlds Away” is Cirque du Soleil’s version of a Greatest Hits album.

This 3-D production takes signature moments from a handful of current Cirque du Soleil stage extravaganzas and links them together with the flimsiest of “plots.”

The results are not unpleasant;  at the very least the film does a fine job of highlighting the high and low points of the Cirque style.

Written and directed by Andrew Adamson, whose resume includes two of the animated “Shrek” films and two of the live-action “Narnia” entries, “Worlds Away” begins at night on the midway of a traveling circus. An unspeaking young woman (Erica Linz) wanders among the side show oddities and grotesque clowns, soaking it all up with an odd smile.

Don’t expect any county fair charm from this big top assembly. We’re talking a three-way mating of “Something Wicked This Way Comes,” Todd Browning’s “Freaks” and the Jim Rose Circus. It’s all rather creepy, the sort of stuff to leave impressionable kids with nightmares.

Anyway, the girl finds herself drawn to a handsome aerialist (Igor Zaripov). When he falls from the trapeze and is sucked into a sawdust vortex that forms below, the girl dives in after him.

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This-Is-40-Banner“THIS IS 40” My rating: C- (Opens wide on Dec. 21)

134 minutes | MPAA rating: R

Being funny has never been a problem for Judd Apatow. And let’s be honest —  there are some good laughs in his latest, “This is 40.”

The problem is Apatow’s  increasing incompetence as an overall filmmaker.  His movies are obscenely long, slowly paced, meandering, and poorly laid out. I won’t say they have no point, only that they so quickly run out of dramatic steam and narrative focus that they seem to have no point.

“This is 40” follows Pete (KC native Paul Rudd) and his wife Debbie (Leslie Mann, Apatow’s Missus), two supporting characters from “Knocked Up,”

They live in an upscale LA neighborhood with their two daughters (Iris and Maude Apatow, the director’s kids). Debbie runs a boutique. Pete has started his own independent record label.

And like a lot of folks who hit 40 years of age, they’re getting jumpy.

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image“JACK REACHER” My rating: C (Opens wide on Dec. 21)

130 minutes | MPAA rating: PG-13

“Jack Reacher” introduces Tom Cruise as the title character of Lee Child’s hugely popular series of crime thrillers about a former military cop who drops off the grid, surfacing every once in a while to solve some particularly egregious crime, and then vanishing once more.

Already some fans of Child’s books are in an uproar, since the Reacher of the novels stands well over six feet and weighs in at the low 200s…and Cruise is notoriously short and trim.

Never having read any of the Reacher mysteries, I find that argument about as interesting as the question of how many angels can dance on the head of a pin. But having seen the film, I think there’s a real question of whether we’ll ever see another Jack Reacher movie.

It’s not that the picture  — written and directed by Christopher McQuarrie (he wrote “Valkyrie” for Cruise and will direct him in the next “Mission: Impossible” entry) – is awful. It just isn’t much of anything at all.

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Members of the KC movie reviewing community gathered on Sunday, Dec. 16 to vote for the 46th annual Kansas City Film Critics Circle awards.

The Winners:

Best Film: “THE MASTER”

Best Director: Ang Lee “THE LIFE OF PI”

Best Actress: Jennifer Lawrence “SILVER LININGS PLAYBOOK”

Best Actor: Daniel Day-Lewis “LINCOLN”

Best Supporting Actress:   Anne Hathaway “LES MISERABLES”

Best Supporting Actor: Philip Seymour Hoffman “THE MASTER”

Best Screenplay Adaptation: Chris Terrio “ARGO”

Best Original Screenplay: Paul Thomas Anderson “THE MASTER”

Best Foreign Film: “AMOUR”

Best Animated Feature: “FRANKENWEENIE”

Best Documentary Feature: “THE IMPOSTER”

Vince Koehler Award for Best Science Fiction, Fantasy or Horror Feature: “CABIN IN THE WOODS”

Martin Freeman (center) as Bilbo

Martin Freeman (center) as Bilbo

“THE HOBBIT: AN UNEXPECTED JOURNEY” My rating: C (Opens wide on Dec. 14)

169 minutes | MPAA rating: PG-13

I can’t decide if the motivating force behind Peter Jackson’s “The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey” is hubris or greed.

It’s hubris if Jackson assumed we’d buy anything he threw at us after the worldwide success of his three three-hour-long installments of “Lord of the Rings.”

It’s greed if he decided that there was way more money to be made by stretching J.R.R. Tolkien’s novel for children (just 300 pages, compared to “LOTR’s” 1,200) to an elephantine nine hours of screen time instead of a single three-hour (or even two-hour) movie. (“An Unexpected Journey” is only the first of three “Hobbit” films to arrive on successive Christmases.)

By now you may have gathered that I’m not particularly enamored of Jackson’s “Hobbit.”  In fact, I consider it the year’s biggest letdown (largely because my expectations were so high).

Oh, you’ve got movie technology piled atop movie technology, plus the gimmick of 48-frames-per-second projection in select theaters. (More about that later on).

The costuming, f/x, props and cinematography are state of the art.

But nobody’s home.

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