I'm bringing this shit back cause I've been to MOVIES this month.
October movies I saw in the theater:
Beanpole - based around a great book (Svetlana Alexievich, The Unwomanly Face of War), but departs heavily from the non-fiction accounts in the book, which I think wasn't a bad idea to do. An extremely intense portrayal of severely broken people - female soldiers in the Soviet Army (i.e. actual artillerywomen etc.) returning to normal life. Really good and harsh.
Recorder: The Marion Stokes Project - Documentary wherein an activist decides to record 24 hour tv on all broadcast channels for like 30 years straight, to have a record of American discourse during that time. her tapes are thankfully making it to archive.org, where hopefully loads of projects will utilize this insane resource.
The Climb - a comedy about the type of friendship where one friend continually ruins the other's life. This was shot in 12 long takes, so unlike the current wave of big comedy films, there is zero improv looseness, it's tight and rehearsed and importantly, cinematic for once. Like, they weren't shooting 6 hours of mucking about from a wide master angle, they really had to choreograph camera and performance together. Nice to see that, and they pulled it off well.
Days of the Bagnold Summer - forgettable UK comedy about a sullen metalhead son hanging with his librarian mother for a summer. big laughs from the (british) crowd, bigger than I thought it deserved. maybe they just like their own. felt lightweight.
The Whistlers - Romanian crime black comedy set half in Bucharest, half in the Canary Islands, where a crooked cop learns la silba (the whistling language) to help in a kidnapping back home. It makes zero sense why they'd do that and not just like phone each other, or buy walkie talkies, but what do I know about kidnappings. Interesting and I'm glad I saw it, but not funny enough for me.
Overseas - documentary about overseas Filipino workers in a training center to be sent out, government approved and encouraged, to be exploited and sometimes worse, by rich foreigners - nicely lets them tell their own stories to each other mainly, not a polemical muckracking voiceover-laden crusade but a nicely observed bunch of true stories.
The Last Black Man In San Francisco - gentrification, family history, what home means, all being treated with an indie but not annoyingly indie touch, this one felt close to my heart as it's about my home too. I feel like I need to watch it again. It's great. Fuck. It's a reminder that SF (and probably everybody else's hometown) is a slow motion tragedy everyone sees and experiences but feels powerless to avert.
Monos - a mix of Lord of the Flies and Come and See - a war movie from the eyes of children, who are also its perpetrators. Set in incredible locations: above the clouds in the Andes in a ruined concrete fort, and then deep in the jungle. An adult prisoner is held by a slowly disintegrating unit of child soldiers. Mica Levi soundtrack was really special. Whole thing was harrowing but didn't descend into schlock torture/gratuitous violence.