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Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Review: "Sarah's Key"
I never tire of films about World War II, especially when they're as good and emotionally affecting as "Sarah's Key," a French drama starring English actress Kristen Scott Thomas.
Perhaps younger generations see movies like this -- which still turn up quite often year in local cinemas, even seven decades after the war's end -- and think, "Not again." Perhaps even those old enough to have lived through those dark times grow tired of seeing them portrayed from yet another light. But I think, and hope, not.
The Second World War was the most pivotal event in the history of mankind, bar none. Conquerors like Alexander the Great and Genghis Khan rode momentary tides of power that left the landscape and people much as they had been.
World War II created and destroyed countries, shifted the balance of world power across the Atlantic Ocean, and ushered in a technological age wherein humans harnessed the power to totally and permanently annihilate each other.
And, if one man had had his way -- abetted by millions who agreed or went along out of fear -- an entire race of people would have been exterminated.
The saga of the Jewish journey gets a new twist in "Sarah's Key," which uses the Vel' d'Hiv Roundup as a prism for a historical story set in the past and present. The roundup is a stain on the proud legacy of Occupied France in which nearly 14,000 French Jews were arrested and taken to a bicycle stadium, where conditions made the Superdome after Hurricane Katrina look like a weekend resort.
The execrable event was ordered by the Nazis but carried out by French authorities. Many of those arrested were eventually sent to concentration camps for extermination.
Scott Thomas plays Julia Jarmond, an American journalist who's been living in France for a quarter-century. She's researching Vel' d'Hiv Roundup for a magazine story, and stumbles across a very personal connection to the tragedy. At first afraid to confront the truth, she soon becomes obsessed with nailing it down.
Her search becomes a quest to learn the fate of Sarah Starzynski, a young girl whose family was among those arrested. When the police came knocking Sarah, thinking she was saving her little brother's life, tucked him inside a hidden closet in their apartment, locking him in with her key and promising to return.
Of course, they were not allowed to return for days, which soon turned into weeks, leaving little doubt about the young Starzynski lad's fate. But this becomes Sarah's own quest, guarding the ornamental key through many adversities, to learn the truth for herself.
This mirrors Julia's own journey of discovery, which she senses must end in disappointment -- both personally and professionally -- and yet she cannot let go of the chimera's tail she has grasped.
Scott Thomas is her usual solid self, with her beautiful, wan face a canvas of colliding emotions and thoughts. Her French is -- to my untrained ear -- superlative, though her (supposedly) Brooklyn accent is, shall we say, more aspirational than operational.
Mélusine Mayance is a revelation as young Sarah, who finds the resolve to carry on even when separated from her parents, or even any real hope for her family's survival. I also very much enjoyed the performance by Niels Arestrup as a farmer who finds a bedraggled Sarah at his doorstep, and makes a choice that changes both their lives in ways neither could have imagined.
"Sarah's Key" was directed by Gilles Paquet-Brenner, who co-wrote the screenplay with Serge Joncour based on the novel by Tatiana De Rosnay. They keep the mood and tone of the film in a perfect balance between the joy of discovery in letting the narrative unspool, and the tragic nature of what is to be found.
The reason WWII remains such a fertile source of movies, both based on fact and fiction, is that there are millions of stories like Sarah's waiting, needing to be told.
3.5 stars out of four
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Review: "Flipped"

"Flipped" layers on the nostalgia, with a dollop of ambition. The final soufflé falls flat, but I admired it for aiming higher than movies of this ilk usually do.
This heartwarming 1960s coming-of-age film from director Rob Reiner seems like a self-conscious sequel to "Stand by Me," about a foursome boys undertaking a quest to find a dead body. This time it's about a single boy, and with an even more daunting challenge: Girls.
More specifically, one very special girl.
Juli Baker is the quintessential girl next door: Smart, sweet and button-cute. As played by Madeline Carroll, she's got a lot of gumption and substance for a seventh-grader, and doesn't have much patience for the chatter of gossip or status-seeking. Juli is slightly socially outcast, but doesn't seem to mind, or even notice.
Across the street, Bryce Loski (Callan McAuliffe) would seem to have everything going for him. Blond and good-looking, he's popular with the girls and liked by the other guys. His parents are affluent, at least compared to the Bakers, who rent their home and don't do much to improve its ramshackle appearance.
Bryce spends most of his young life disliking Juli, who glommed onto him when they were 7 years old, and continues to cause him much embarrassment with her constant mooning over him.
Over time, though, Bryce comes to see her true worth, not just as a potential romantic partner but as a person. Meanwhile, her opinion of him withers just as his ardor finally starts to bloom.
Narratively, "Flipped" is interesting because it's essentially a series of vignettes played out from each of their perspectives. First we see how things went down from Bryce's point of view, with him narrating the action, and then we rewind and see how the same scene looked from her end.
So, for example, her habit of climbing to the top of a huge sycamore tree to scout out the progress of the school bus looks like an exercise in weirdness to Bryce, but is a joyful daily release for Juli. When a work crew comes to cut down her beloved tree, she's as upset by Bryce's refusal to help her as the actual loss of her favorite perch.
Reiner wrote the script with Andrew Scheinman based on the novel by Wendelin Van Draanen. They tell their story simply, with little embellishment, or flair.
The adults in the kids' lives are allowed a little more complexity than usual. Juli's folks (Aidan Quinn and Penelope Ann Miller) fight over their lack of money and ostracism by the neighborhood, but love each other and their children fiercely.
Bryce's father (Anthony Edwards) is a judgmental boor, though his mother (Rebecca De Mornay) has a sweet streak beneath her brittle housewife demeanor. His grandfather Chet (John Mahoney) clearly thinks Bryce should give Juli more of a chance, and manipulates events to make it happen.
"A girl like that doesn't live next door to everyone," advises Chet, who also calls her "iridescent." If the movie were set in modern times, the neighborhood would be keeping a watchful eye on Chet.
I liked the places "Flipped" tries to take us, but the movie revs up without really getting out of neutral. Juli and Bryce repeatedly trade places as the admirer and the grudgingly admired, but we know they'll end up at the same place eventually.
This is the movie version of comfort food from your grandmother: Familiar, wholesome and rather bland.
2 stars out of four
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