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Florence Pugh

“EAST OF EDEN”  (Netflix)

What most of us know about John Steinbeck’s 1952 novel East of Eden comes from Elia Kazan’s 1955 screen adaptation…which is to say we don’t know much aside from the fact that it was one of only three movies made by cult hero James Dean before his early death.

Kazan’s film jettisoned more than half of the book’s narrative, settling on the second half, the traumatic coming-of-age tale of twin brothers in turn-of-the-century rural California.  In doing so the movie lost the novel’s epic (one might even say Biblical) scope, a study of familial dysfunction passed down through generations.

Now we have Netflix’s seven-part “East of Eden,” created and scripted, ironically enough, by Kazan’s actress granddaughter Zoe Kazan. It is, for better or worse, tremendously faithful to the book.

It also features Florence Pugh delivering one of the most devastating performances you’ve ever  seen. Despite the overall high quality of the acting, it’s safe to say this “East of Eden” is pretty much her show.

Her character, Cathy, appeared only briefly in the ’55 film and then only as the bloated, aging madam of a Salinas bordello. But in this miniseries she’s the linchpin on which the drama turns…when she’s not on screen the show is OK, but when she’s front and center you cannot look away.

We first see her beaten to a bloody pulp and crawling across a plowed field toward a Massachusetts farmhouse.  There she is discovered by bachelor brothers Adam and Charles Trask (Christopher Abbott, Mike Faist), who take her in and send for the local sawbones.

The series’ episodes have been structured in such a way as to introduce the main characters as adults and then delve into their pasts.

Thus we see Adam and Charles as boys (played by Asher Whitehead and Gus Turner), being reared by their martinet of a father (Tracy Letts), a cruel blowhard who has parlayed his brief Civil War service into a full-time gig in the Washington  bureaucracy.  The brothers have been twisted in different ways by their sneering sire…Adam is cowed and naive, Charles tough and cynical.

Moving ahead we find Adam playing nursemaid to the recuperating Cathy; Charles doesn’t trust her for a minute.  Obviously, Adam is falling for his beautiful (once the blood has been wiped off) patient.

Then we get an entire episode keyed to Cathy’s childhood (she’s played as a teen by Ella Gillan) in a deeply religious family and her growing anger at the limited options available a woman in that time and place.  She proves herself to be something of a shape shifter, hiding her true personality to adapt to her circumstances.

Mike Faust, Christopher Abbott, Florence Pugh

We quickly realize that Cathy is profoundly amoral, if not downright sociopathic. She will literally kill to realize her independence.

Married to the clueless but desperately adoring Adam, she resettles with him on a California ranch and gives birth to twin boys. (Are they Adam’s or his brother Charles’?) Feeling trapped, she abandons her family, vanishing into the world of prostitution.

Thereafter the heartbroken Adam barely moves from his rocking chair. Young Cal and Aron are basically reared by their Chinese cook/housekeeper (Hoon Lee) and a garrulous neighbor (Ciaran Hinds).  (Lee and Hinds are a revelation, belying the old notion that nice guys are boring.) 

Hoon Lee, Ciaron Hinds

Running throughout “East of Eden” are intimations of the biblical Cain and Abel.  Just as Adam is compassionate and his brother Charles hard, so is Aron (Joe Anders) the good son and Cal (Joseph Zada) the black sheep who acts impetuously and is always in and out of trouble. (Zada has  his work cut out for him…the role of Cal will always belong to James Dean, whose ability to sell adolescent angst  is unsurpassable.)

Now all of this is fine.  But what sticks with the viewer are the moments when the narrative turns to Cathy as she worms her way into the good graces of an aging brothel owner (Martha Plympton) and in short order inherits the operation.

Pugh’s Cathy is conscienceless, a demonic succubus who radiates allure but sees sex merely as a means to an end. She’s one of the nastiest pieces of work ever depicted, but in Pugh’s hands she is not only watchable but compelling. This perf is nuanced beyond belief. There’s something almost heroic in Cathy’s determination to be her own person. You’ll find yourself  reluctantly admiring her unapologetic quest for agency and self-realization. Ayn Rand would have loved her.

“East of Eden” has been directed by Garth Davis and Laure de Clement-Tonnerre, who eschew cinematic tricky for straightforward storytelling.  The production values are first rate, my only complaint being that 1900s Salinas CA is depicted as having massive European-style stone buildings inappropriate for a frontier farming community (BTW the show was filmed in New Zealand).

When it’s all over, though, what we recall is Pugh as the scheming, terrifying but spellbinding Cathy. Most actors work a lifetime for a role this juicy…once this one sets up in your head there’s no getting rid of her.

| Robert W. Butler

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Jude Hill

“BELFAST” My rating: A- (In theaters)

98 minutes | MPAA rating: PG-13

The first moments of Kenneth Branagh’s “Belfast” announce that we’re on the cusp of greatness.

And over 90 minutes Branagh’s heartfelt writing/directing effort delivers one of the year’s supreme movie experiences.

The film opens with Chamber of Commerce-style color footage of modern Belfast; then the screen reverts to black and white.

The year is 1969 and cinematographer Haris Zambarloukos’ camera wanders breathlessly among the denizens of a bustling residential street. At the center of the action is 9-year-old Buddy (Jude Hill), all freckles, buck teeth and peach fuzz. He’s an explosion of youthful energy, slaying invisible dragons with a wooden sword.

And then playtime is suddenly over. Buddy freezes while the camera spins around him, revealing at one end of the street — slightly out of focus, making it all the more terrifying — a mob of Protestant rioters who proceed to smash the windows of Catholic houses.

Buddy stands petrified in horror; he’s plucked from the chaos by his mother (Catriona Balfe), who drags him and his teenage brother Will (Lewis McAskle) into the relative safety of their home. As nominal Protestants they’re not targets, but in the chaos anything could happen.

Catriona Balfe, Jamie Dornan

The scene is breathtaking…horrifying yet weirdly beautiful, and it establishes from the outset that the peaceful lives of Buddy and his kin are now forever changed. Religious intolerance and political anger have come to their little corner of Belfast; when next we see Buddy he’s negotiating barbed-wire checkpoints and barricades of abandoned furniture that seal off either end of the street.

“Belfast” references the sectarian civil war that raged in Northern Ireland for decades, but it’s not about history per se. Rather, this is Branagh’s attempt to conjure up his own childhood; it’s a memory play in which very personal moments play out against a looming background of potential violence. There’s not much discussion of politics or Irish history; that’s way over young Buddy’s head.

He’s more concerned with personal issues, like the little Catholic girl at school on whom he has a killer crush, or the threats directed at his father (Jamie Dornan) for refusing to join the Protestant militia (“There’s no ‘our side’ or ‘their side’ on our street.”)

He interacts with his crusty but loving grandparents (Ciaran Hinds, Judi Dench, both shoo-ins for Oscar nominations). He observes his parents’ relationship, the obvious sexual pull between them (in one intoxicating scene they dance in the street to blasts of radio-powered rock ‘n’ roll) and the tensions generated by his father’s work in England (he’s a construction carpenter) and gambling habit.

Judi Dench, Ciaran Hinds

And he is reduced to fearful tears when his parents introduce the idea of moving to London, away from danger and everything young Buddy has known.

The film is crammed with eccentric neighbors and memories of TV shows: Raquel Welsh in fur bikini in “One Million Years B.C.”, John Wayne’s comforting machismo in “The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence,” episodes of “Star Trek,” and especially “High Noon” (Buddy can’ help but see his own father as a Gary Cooper character faced with a deadly choice).

And there’s the terrifying sermon delivered by a spittle-spewing preacher that has a worried Buddy drawing up eschatological maps that he hopes will guide him away from hell and into the arms of the holy.

Throughout Branagh and his players maintain a careful balancing act between the deeply personal and the achingly universal; every few minutes the film delivers an emotional coda that will leave audiences reeling.

The acting is impeccable (the best ensemble cast in recent memory) and the technical production jaw-dropping beautiful. The framing of individual shots is a model of effective storytelling; it’s not deep focus, exactly, but every shot is so crammed with detail that you’d swear you could smell individual scenes.

Tie it all up with a killer soundtrack of songs by Belfast native Van Morrison, and you have 2021’s best film.

| Robert W. Butler

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Ryan Gosling as Neil Armstrong

“FIRST MAN” My rating: B 

141 minutes | MPAA rating: PG-13

With “First Man” wonderkid director Damien Chazelle has segued from the high artifice of a musical (“La La Land”) to a soaked-in-realism docudrama.

“First Man” is the story of Neil Armstrong, who in 1969 became the first human to walk on the surface of the moon.

The creation of NASA, setbacks in the U.S. space program and the eventual triumph of a moon landing  already have inspired the HBO miniseries “From the Earth to the Moon” and films like “The Right Stuff” and “Apollo 13.”

The emphasis from Chazelle and screenwriter Josh Singer is on momentous events as experienced by one man…and not a terribly demonstrative man at that.

The Neil Armstrong of this retelling is a jet jockey whom we first meet in a near-disastrous sub-orbital test flight of the experimental X-15 plane. Like a lot of guys who risk death as part of their daily routine, he keeps his feelings — both fear and love — pretty much to himself. Whatever  ego he possesses stays hidden…getting the job done is his primary goal.

So it’s a good thing, then, that Armstrong is played by “La La…” star Ryan Gosling, who has the skill and talent to project the inner turmoil of a man who doesn’t give away much.

The screenplay cannily focuses on Armstrong’s most traumatic experience.  It has nothing to do with  ejecting from a crashing plane and being dragged across the landscape by his wind-propelled parachute.

No, it’s the cancer death of  his young daughter, a beautiful child who, thanks to the Chazelle/Singer screenplay, appears periodically to Armstrong’s inner eye, a reminder that no matter his stoic appearance, there’s fierce emotion bubbling beneath.

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Jessica Chastain, Sam Worthington

“THE DEBT” My rating: C+ (Opening wide Aug. 31)

114 minutes | MPAA rating: R

It’s got star power out the wazoo, yet “The Debt” feels slight and perfunctory.

It certainly never achieves the depths it is so clearly aiming for; perhaps this remake of a hit Israeli thriller requires an Israeli audience to truly appreciate the morally conflicted situation it presents.

John Madden’s film takes place in two decades separated by 30 years. In the present (actually the mid-1990’s) we have the publication of a book about one of Mossad’s most celebrated operations: the 1966 capture and elimination of German war criminal Dieter Vogel, the notorious “Surgeon of Birkenau” who conducted fiendish “medical” experiments on Jewish prisoners.

The agents who undertook that mission — Rachel Singer (Helen Mirren), her husband Stephan Gold (Tom Wilkinson) and David Peretz (Ciaran Hinds) — long have been regarded as national heroes.

But the book’s publication opens old wounds, for these three know their story is based on a lie.

Okay, that’s a good premise.

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