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By John Delia

The inspiring, moving, poignant true story Dolphin Tale splashes into theaters this weekend with a family friendly theme that’s sure to touch your heart.  Filmed in Florida where it happened, it’s a movie about a dolphin that receives a compassionate helping hand and a strange new lease on life.

I have nothing against a heartfelt inspirational film. I have nothing against a film that wears its Christian values on its sleeve. I certainly have nothing against a film that has  Robert Duvall as its star. I don’t even have anything against golf movies. The thing is, some people do, so I mention these things up front.

Seven Days in Utopia is about a young golfer, Luke Chisolm (Lucas Black) who is facing a few demons that causes a major meltdown on the final hole of a tournament. His father is his caddy, and he’s also a bit of a stage mom, always pushing the kid too hard. The meltdown was so bad that the television networks would like him in another tournament just to see another meltdown.

The attack on Pearl Harbor and the days leading up to that fateful event are the subject of the 1970 effort. The narrative jumps back and forth between the Japanese and American perspectives as just enough things go both wrong and right on both sides (the ascendancy of the militant army faction over the reluctant navy in Japan, crucial intelligence always arriving just a bit too late to the right people in States) to make the surprise attack inevitable.

For anyone who has had to endure the unspeakable Pearl Harbor, this is a welcome antidote. Its approach is at the opposite end of the spectrum from Michael Bay’s. There is no romance story here. In fact, there are barely any characters – top-billed Joseph Cotten has about twenty words of dialog and an equal number of seconds of screen-time, and the closest one gets to a character arc involved Admiral Yamamoto and his reluctant, despairing planning of the attack. What one has instead is a sense of people as chess pieces being moved about by a sadistic master playing solo. And rather than Bay’s ridiculous CGI, actual planes are used, with the result that even with the passage of years, the attack in this film is far more convincingly realized.

A baby’s soft and contented voice is heard over a white screen as the credits begin. Two young teenage boys dote over the happy child. These are the opening  moments of Submarino, which quickly devolves into a story of total despair. It turns out the mother is a worthless and degenerate alcoholic. These two well-meaning boys are forced to be the parents. They wake up in the morning and the baby is blue and lifeless.

Danish cinema has carved a unique niche for itself. It is governed by a world class lunatic, Lars Von Trier, who grandly put forth a rigid artistic school of thought under the heading of Dogma. It had very specific rules for naturalistic use of lighting and music and behavior. The director Thomas Vinterberg is one of Von Trier’s confederates, and Submarino follows these artistic rules, more because it suits this material than any adherence to rules anyone bothers to follow any more. Von Trier doesn’t follow the rules of Dogma any more in his most recent films. This film, though, also follows a tradition typical of Scandinavian films in general, which is that it is intensely dour and depressing. One would have hopes that Denmark would be something of a utopian society, but not by what we see of their cinema. And this film is particularly sad.

By Natasha Samreny

Funny how movies sometimes offer a more real perspective of life than experience itself. Sexual politics change and sometimes improve over time, culture and geography. But watching Rape Squad made me sick in disbelief at how disgusting, clueless and misogynistically men could treat women in mainstream America at the country's social climax of the women's lib age of the 1970s, and get away with it.

If you try to look at the state of independent films in the modern age, it would be a huge undertaking.

Let’s look at a film called Bellflower. It just came out and is a good example of what the state of independent films is like in the year 2011. It is very low-budget project in which everyone sweats blood, especially the writer/director/star, to get the movie done. It has some novel ideas, some youthful energy, and way too many rough edges.

By Natasha Samreny

Santa Claus is neither jolly elf with rosy cheeks nor heart of gold. He doesn't reward the good kids and he tortures the bad ones.

"For the first time in the history of the world, man has sent a rocket 1500 miles into space. You can't expect such an experiment to be perfect."

There's this home video of my sister as a strawberry blonde toddler at a family picnic. Sticky watermelon caresses her cherubic face as she sings the phrase she captured that day, “And again? And again and again, and again?” Yes, chipmunk-voiced Bela: again and again. That's how often I'd watch Quatermass Xperiment. It's so rich in storytelling and layered delivery that I'll watch it more than once to fully appreciate it, and discover something new every time.

Colin Hanks is a serial killer. If you watch Dexter on Showtime, you know that already. On Dexter, Hanks is playing a conflicted messenger of God who is dour and unhappy and under the control of another to do horrific and brutal murders. In Lucky, he seems more like a regular guy. That’s the kind of guy that Hanks normally plays. He is usually someone who is kind of smart and nerdy with a somewhat preppy and fussy edge. He is different than his father, Tom. Tom Hanks had a natural ease and humor that could be described as irrepressible over the years. Colin is more reserved and repressed and guarded with a friendly but detached air. He generally plays good-natured good eggs, but it’s clear he wants to broaden his range, so now he’s playing killers.

In the case of Lucky, Hanks is good natured and mild-mannered, most of the time. Lucky is a comedy about a serial killer who wins the lottery. The real heart of the story is that Hanks has an obsessive love that has somewhat controlled his life. Circumstances have delivered the girl he has dreamed of all his life into his arms. Will it cure his homicidal tendencies, and will he live happily ever after?

By Natasha Samreny

“Gee Dad, it's great to see you again. How'd you get your parole so soon?”