Linklater and Ellar Coltrane talk about filming “Boyhood”

boy2It started as “a narrative problem,” writer-director Richard Linklater says. “How do you tell a story, with actors, over a long period of time? You can’t re-cast it when you’re catching up with somebody, year by year. The change in appearance would be too abrupt.”
He wanted to follow a child from first grade to college enrollment, “and I was stuck with the limitation of the physical appearance of whatever young actor I had.”
His solution is “Boyhood,” the most acclaimed film of the year, a movie that uses the same actors — children and adults — over twelve years of filming just a few days each year, telling a story of one Texas family and one boy. “It may be years before anyone works up the gumption to match its achievement,” critic A.A. Dowd said of “Boyhood.” And that’s almost certainly true.
Linklater, who turns 54 at the end of July, is best-known for such talky/thoughtful films as “Before Sunrise” and “Before Sunset,” another long-term project following a couple (Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy) through a budding romance, a courtship and eventually years-into a marriage that’s in trouble. To say the filmmaker, who got his start as an indie classic “Slacker,” is a patient man, would be an understatement.
“Cinema makes you patient,” he says. “Sometimes it takes ten years for a film you want to make to come together. That’s not unusual. But in this case, it was fun to have a life project that was taking just a chunk of time every year. I had to have my artistic antenna out, thinking about this movie, all year long, every year. Parenting, growing up, all these things that are part of life i was paying more attention to, because of this film I was making.”
And he would be taking a sensitive, introspective little boy along for the ride. Ellar Coltrane, now 19, went through “multiple auditions” as a six year-old, trying to land this role. He, and his director, got lucky.
“Ellar’s a lot like he is at the end of the film,” Linklater says of his star. “That’s Ellar, sitting at the top of a mountain, observing, taking it all in. That wasn’t him — Mason (his character) — at the beginning of the film. But even so, there were days, every year, where I was grateful that I’d cast the perfect kid.
“Boyhood” follows Mason, a Texas boy, part of a broken family, as he copes with a stressed, working class mother (Patricia Arquette) and sometimes-bullying big sister (Lorelei Linklater) and misses his free-spirited, often-absent father (Ethan Hawke).
Coltrane remembers that he was an aspiring child actor, home-schooled, going on “a lot of auditions, at the time I was cast.” He can’t recall much about the early years of filming, but he never lost interest in this life-long commitment and never minded giving up a chunk of each year to making “Boyhood.”

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“It’s surreal,” he says, looking at the movie now. “There’s parts that are terrifying, or could be embarrassing. It’s also kind of comforting to see those parts of myself kind of magnified — these awkward teenage phases that you go through. Seeing them years later is a lot different from the way I experienced them. When you’re that age, you don’t feel like a complete person. Everything is this dramatic part of your personality. To see it all together and in context is a beautiful thing and kind of comforting and reassuring, existentially.”
Coltrane says he was always able to treat Mason, his alter ego, “as a character…As much as I used myself as a reference point, I was taking those personal memories and putting them outside of myself to play Mason, putting them through a different filter.”
Linklater, despite having a daughter in the film, felt far enough removed from the world of the kids that he would give Coltrane assignments — pick his brain for what he was going through each year, and then script accordingly. Ellar’s into “Star Wars”? So is Mason. Ellar’s about to start dating? “Take notes, remember exactly what you and that first girl you talk to talked about,” Linklater says he told Coltrane.
The result is a movie that’s a lot like life itself — little details, arguments about the most banal things, kids testing boundaries, and a divorced couple trying to do right by their kids. A filmmaker famed for his “gift for spotting the extraordinary in the ordinary” (Film Journal International) had his career-crowning achievement.
But perhaps the real acclaim should go to the way Linklater, for decades a role model to aspiring filmmakers, managed to make a movie without turning his young star into a diva. Coltrane is sensitive, soft-spoken and articulate. Making the movie altered his life, he admits. He idolized the set photographer, who mentored Coltrane’s budding interest in the arts. He is planning on going to college rather than solely pursing an acting career, because of that.
“In the last year of filming, sometimes I’d step back and look at Ellar at a distance and go, ‘WOW. Did I pick the right guy, or what?'” Linklater says. “. He’s smart. He’s 19, he’s a good actor and he’s got options. School, acting, art, whatever. And no limits, no restrictions. Maybe that’s the message of the movie. Mason learns from his parents, that one great teacher who takes an interest in him, and his own observations. He won’t be limited, like his parents, who had responsibilities — kids — at his age. After ‘Boyhood,’ the world is his. The fact that he grew up to look like a rock star didn’t hurt, either.”

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Weekend movies: Great reviews for “Apes,” “Boyhood,” weak ones for smaller releases

palomaThe tomatometer for “Dawn of the Planet of the Apes” confirms it is the best of the summer popcorn pictures. I must confess, that 94% or so number suggests an ecstatic enthusiasm which Rotten Tomatoes doesn’t actually measure. So go to Metacritic.

A good film, a sci-fi commentary on race (as all these films have been, dating back to the first), culture, pacifism and violence, the story is pedestrian in the extreme, and the poor humans are out-acted by digital mo-cap apes.

“Boyhood” is one of the two or three best films of the summer, a moving, engrossing catalog of life’s passages from age 6-18, Richard Linklater’s film also tracks the ebb and flow of adult lives — mistakes made, again and again. Problems are solved, rites of passage suggested and a boy grows up to be an interesting young man. Reviews reflect this towering achievement. Hopefully, it’ll open at a theater near you soon.

“Land Ho!” is the best of the other indie fare, a mild-mannered comedy co-starring the lead from “This is Martin Bonner.” Cute old guys, funny bits, tender moments and lots of Icelandic scenery. Ask for it at a theater near you.

I rather liked “A Long Way Down,” but I like any film adapted from a Nick “High Fidelity” novel. It may make light of suicide, at times. And Pierce Brosnan’s character’s crime (sex with a nubile but underage teen) is glossed over.

But this is a good cast that plays the comedy and the emotional moments with great sympathy — Toni Collette, Imogen Poots, Aaron Paul co-star. Weak reviews, overall, for this one.

“Road to Paloma” is a conventionally unconventional biker picture from Jason Momoa. A Native American on the run from the law through the desert Southwest makes a great story for great cinematography, which this film features. The performances aren’t bad and the stock characters have an added Native American edge — some of them. Wes Studi and Lisa Bonet are also in it. Weak reviews for this one, too.

Ron Howard’s attempt to get current with “Today’s music” is his Jay Z and friends “MAde in America” documentary, which won’t play very widely. Only snippets of Jay Z, Pearl Jam and The Hives” (among many) songs are included, and the backstage stuff is less interesting than Howard thought. Not terrible, but not a destination film, in those few destinations where it’s playing.

Nicolas Cage betrays his general poor choice in role selection with “Rage,” a movie that could undo the promise that “Joe” held, that he’d be more selective about these no-budget features he keeps making as his Hollywood career winds down. Terrible reviews, as usual.

 

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Movie Review: It’s Ape-pocalypse time in “Dawn of the Planet of the Apes”

3stars2ape“Dawn of the Planet of the Apes” is an action-packed epic, a moving sci-fi allegory rendered in broad, lush strokes by the latest state of the computer animator’s art.
Yes, you will believe a chimp can talk, ride a horse and fire a machine gun. These evolved animated apes have fur with feeling, expressive faces, fangs and eyes that show them well on their way to being human. “Dawn” illustrates the accelerating pace of improvements to CGI as these apes — with performances built around motion-capture-suited actors Andy Serkis and Toby Kebbell among others — in sequences so dazzling your jaw will drop.
It’s all in service of an utterly conventional story, however, one you’ll be three steps ahead of even if you have no memories of the ’70s “Apes” movie (“Battle for the Planet of the Apes”) this is largely based on. If you’ve ever seen a cavalry-vs.-Indians Western, a war movie built around pacifist efforts that ask “Can’t we all just get along?”, you’ll see this genre piece’s plot twists coming.
In a brisk opening credits sequence, we see the world’s collapse post-“Rise of the Planet of the Apes.” “The Simian Flu” felled much of the human race, snippets of newscasts from around the world tell us. Few survived.
Meanwhile, the first scientifically-evolved ape Caesar (Serkis) has led his tribe into the Muir Woods, where they’ve built a village, mastered fire, SSL (Simian Sign Language) and horseback riding, isolated and safe from human interference.
“Humans destroyed each other,” Caesar counsels. So apes must live by a higher code.
“Ape not kill ape.”
Then some humans, led by the curious and compassionate Malcolm (Jason Clarke) encounter the colony. Caesar strikes a pose at the head of his legions, and the humans, even though they’re armed to the teeth, tremble. The Ape in Chief doesn’t stutter when he issues an order to the intruders.
“GO!”
Of course, the humans have need of something within ape territory. Dreyfus (Gary Oldman) is ready to arm the troops and invade. But Malcolm, his Centers for Disease Control girlfriend (Keri Russell) and sketch-pad happy son (Kodi Smit-McPhee) are given a couple of days to work out a treaty, get the electrical power back on and save humans and apes from what is sure to be a bloody war.
Director Matt “Cloverfield” Reeves and his team make good use of 3D space as we see apes swinging through real trees in the Muir Woods, and by power lines through digitally-rendered ruins of San Francisco, including the Golden Gate Bridge.
They get less use out of the cast, with Clarke playing a cardboard cut-out, Russell given nothing to do and Oldman’s character watered-down to the point where he’s no challenge to Malcolm’s overly-trusting pacifism. Hints of the family they’ve lost, the grief they carry, are just that — hints.
There are advocates of violence in both camps, and the paranoid have a point. Trusting the other side could lead to human or simian extinction.
Make your own Middle Eastern, race relations/racism or gun culture allegories here, because the script leaves plenty of room for those interpretations. Wary foes stare each other down as they, and we, wait for some hothead’s miscalculation (or calculation) to ignite a war.
There isn’t much time for humor, but a few moments have apes mocking human behavior. And if you’re not a little amused by the sight of an chimp, on horseback, firing two assault rifles as he gallops into battle, you’re taking this too seriously.
It’s hard to know who to root for, which was always the point of these movies. Yeah, we’re obligated to hope humanity doesn’t go extinct, even if we brought this down on ourselves. But the “Apes” in “Dawn” are awfully darned appealing, learning the hard way that ape lesson of Stanley Kubrick’s “2001: A Space Odyssey”– that murder and treachery are the traits that make us, and them, most human.

MPAA Rating: PG-13 for intense sequences of sci-fi violence and action, and brief strong language
Cast: Andy Serkis, Jason Clarke, Gary Oldman, Keri Russell, Toby Kebbell
Credits: Directed by Matt Reeves, scripted by Rick Jaffa, Amanda Silver and Mark Bomback, . based on the Pierre Boulle novel. A Fox release.
Running time: 2:06

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Got questions for Richard Linklater and his “Boyhood” star?

linkThe movie took 12 years to make, 12 years with young Ellar Coltrane growing up, from age 6-18. Richard Linklater wanted to capture the full scope of a kid’s childhood.

Another child who went through this is Linklater’s own daughter, Lorelei, who co-stars in “Boyhood,” playing the older sister.

“Boyhood” suggests that the “7-Up/56 Up” films’ thesis, “Show me the boy at 7 and I’ll show you the man,” works. Reserved, curious Mason at 6 and 7 is still reserved, curious, distracted and arty at 18-19.

I’m wondering about how the experience made the kid more self-conscious. His performance improves over the course of the decade+2. What questions do you have for the filmmaker (“Dazed and Confused,” “Me and Orson Welles,” “Waking Life”) and his star? Comment below and thanks for the help.

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Movie Review: “Land Ho!” makes for a mild-mannered “one last hurrah” buddy picture

SONY-LHOS-01_27x40_hires_041314 .indd“Land Ho!” is a droll, Icelandic “Odd Couple” — just two slightly mismatched geezers on a sight-seeing/skirt-chasing trek to the island of ice and volcanoes. Its pleasures are slight, but rewarding, if you know where to look for them.
Paul Eenhoorn, of “This is Martin Bonner,” is a depressed retired bank manager whose second wife just ditched him.
Gregarious, drawling Mitch (Earl Lynn Nelson of “Pilgrim Song”) is a New Orleans surgeon, Colin’s ex-brother-in-law and a hale fellow determined to get Colin out of his funk with a vacation. He’s bought them both a trip to Iceland.
“It’s already decided,” Mitch announces. That becomes something like his mantra.
Co-writer/directors Martha Stephens and Aaron Katz, working in a sort of post-mumblecore style, don’t give these two a lot to do or that much to talk about. We get their history together. But Mitch drives the conversations — about women, younger women, famous women and sex.
And Colin plays along with his boorishness, hiding his occasional cringe from the blowhard nice enough to spring for this trip.
Two coeds — one of them a cousin of Mitch’s — show up, and he’s determined to take them out for a five star meal. Here’s my Platinum Card, go buy something nice to wear.
“Looks like you got into Janet Reno’s closet!”
The two 20somethings go clubbing with the two pushing-70s, with unpredictable results. Then they fly off, and Mitch and Colin drive their rented Hummer across the gorgeous Icelandic countryside, from geysers to spas, hot springs to seaside retreats. They eat well, drink a lot and dance on the black volcanic sand of Iceland’s beaches. Sometimes, they bicker.
Forget the Neil Simon analogy — this is “The Trip” with far fewer laughs. But the actors — both of whom have found (indie) stardom late in life — make the seemingly improvised banter feel fresh, even when Mitch is trying too hard, even when Colin is biting his tongue.
One of them has a secret. It’s not much of a secret. One of them has to find his way back to the human race, but it’s not a long trek.
The co-directors pepper the soundtrack with ’80s sync-and-guitar pop (Big Country) or bands that sound like they’re from that era (Monster Party). It adds bubbles to the show, but doesn’t change the essentially deadpan, amusingly banal nature of this journey and the two charming old men who take it.
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MPAA Rating: R for some language, sexual references and drug use
Cast: Paul Eenhoorn, Earl Lynn Nelson
Credits: Written and directed Aaron Katz and Martha Stephens. A Sony Classics release.
Running time: 1:35

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Gilliam strikes again with wild, weird, wondrous-looking “The Zero Theorem”

The trailer to Terry Gilliam’s “The Zero Theorem” proves he’s still got the vision.

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Movie Review: “A Long Way Down”

longwayOh yes, the song goes, “life goes on, long after the thrill of living is
gone.”

That’s the sentiment at the heart of “A Long Way Down,” a suicide dramedy based on that pop music-loving British novelist Nick Hornby’s book.
That isn’t one of the tunes quoted or sung in this well-cast, mildly charming
novelty. A bit too “on the nose,” one supposes, though the author of “About a
Boy” and “High Fidelity” has a character sing a bit of the Bee Gees’ “Tragedy.”
So, maybe not, or maybe the screenwriter or producer in charge of spending money
on music rights nixed it.
Here’s the set-up. A disgraced British talk show host (Pierce Brosnan),
a fellow who lost his wife, kids, job and reputation after an indiscretion with
an underage girl, makes his way to the roof of a tall London building on New
Year’s Eve. Martin brought a ladder to use as a diving board. “Humiliated,” he’s
taking the plunge. But as he’s sucking down one last cigar, he’s
interrupted.
“Are you going to be long?”
Maureen (Toni Collette) wants to be next in line. And she and Martin are just
getting their minds around the embarrassment of that when a wild-eyed young club
hopper (Imogen Poots) lunges past them
and makes a break for the ladder.
And they’ve barely tamed her hysteria when they spy the pizza delivery guy
(Aaron Paul) calmly considering another portion of the ledge of this London hot
spot for “suicidalists.”
Jess (Poots) is an unfiltered
insult machine.
“Very exciting to have a celebrity in our suicidal midsts,”she cracks, recognizing Martin.
Sheepishly, they abandon their plans. All “Good luck with your next attempt,
see you in the after-life.” But when one of them doesn’t quite give up reaching
that evening’s terminal destination, they pull together and show compassion.
That leads to “the pact.”
What’s the second biggest night for suicides, the world over? Valentine’s
Day. They promise not to off themselves before then. And since they’re already
sort of getting into each other’s business, the “Topper House Four” become
friends.
Get past the cute set-up and the whole sex-with-a-fifteen-year-old business
(the story’s “edge”), and French director Pascal Chaumeil(“Heartbreaker”) and screenwriter Jack Thorne get a perfectly serviceable sentimental comedy out of Hornby’s
book.
Each character has a secret or not-so-secret reason for wanting to end it
all, each takes turns narrating the story as we grasp that secret.
But you don’t enjoy Hornby adaptations for their story structure. It’s the lovely dialogue that sticks with you.
“I don’t mind the pain,” J.J., the pizza guy, says, quoting his own
failed-band’s song lyrics. “It’s the hope that gets to me.”
Shallow TV vet Martin tries to get them “ownership” of their own story when
the averted mass suicide becomes public knowledge and the piranhas of the
British press attack. Martin’s former co-host (Rosamund Pike) leads the
crucifixion. But that treatment is just another reminder that he’s not “famous”
any more.
“You’re nothing if you’re not noticed.”
Collette generates the most empathy, Poots (“Fright Night,” “That Awkward Moment”)
has the most to play and most to say. But Hornby gave the very best lines to J.J.,
whose motives for desiring an early death are the most mysterious in this story
of “a bunch of desperate people being desperate together as a way of feeling
less desperate.”
You don’t really get that from “A Long Way Down” — that desperation. With
the media circus stuff and the group vacation to The Canary Islands (a perk to
attract this fine cast?), “Way Down” veers towards cute and settles on “twee”
far more often than it should.
But there’s value in a story that finds heart and humor from the grimmest
human state of mind by describing, but not dwelling, on the wide range of
reasons people plan, or impulsively attempt to take their own lives.

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MPAA Rating: R for language
Cast: Pierce Brosnan, Imogen Poots, Toni Collette,
Aaron Paul, Sam Neill, Rosamund Pike
Credits: Directed by Pascal Chaumeil, scripted by Jack Thorne, based on the Nick Hornby novel. A Magnolia release.
Running time: 1:36

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Movie Review: “Road to Paloma” looks like no biker picture you’ve ever seen

palomaHis hair is long and black, his wardrobe has generous helpings of leather — wrist wraps, a vest. He is Native American and rides a motorcycle through the desert Southwest as if he was born to do just that.
Who is this hero and what is his quest?
That’s the intuitive first reaction to Jason Momoa and “Road to Paloma,” a film he stars in, co-wrote and directed, a simple yet spiritual biker-on-the-run odyssey that punches above its weight, thanks to compelling performances, serene moments of quiet and the most gorgeous cinematography of any American film this year.
Momoa plays Robert Wolf, a man hunted by the F.B.I.  A crime was committed against a loved one, and the criminal wasn’t punished. Wolf had his revenge.
“I couldn’t let him walk free,” Wolf explains to his father. Dad’s a Mojave Reservation police officer, a man who makes ceremonial knives as a hobby.
And since he’s played by Wes Studi (“Geronimo”), and thus has gravitas and credibility, we know he would never turn in his son long before he comes out and tells his boy that.
Momoa’s quest takes him South, and then North. He meets his Mojave family, and a companion biker on the road. Cash, played by co-writer Robert Homer Mollohan, is a hard-drinking two-fisted guitar player who isn’t above skipping out on the bill at a diner. Not Wolf.
They exchange poetic banalities about how “It’s not about the bike. It’s about getting on the road and bein’ free.” They dabble in unsanctioned brawling for cash, help people and Wolf, at least, has a romantic encounter with an exotic beauty driving an antique pink Cadillac (Momao’s wife, Lisa Bonet). All the while they’re pursued by a reluctant, Mojave-savvy Fed (Chris Browning) and the hardcase agent determined to bring Wolf to justice (Timothy V. Murphy).paloma2
What makes this simply simplistic story work is Momoa’s Eastwood-like love of silence. Rarely is an unnecessary line uttered, the back story is slowly and deliberately filled in and we’re never given more plot than is needed. Momoa brings a Wes Studi-like stillness to Wolf, which helps us forget that elaborate hairdo he has to keep out of his eyes.
And director of photography Brian Andrew Mendoza is a revelation — scene after scene of stunning images painted in sage and mesquite, turquoise skies and vermilion sunsets as backdrops to some of the most dazzling scenery any motorcyclist could ever hope to ride through.
Call it a vanity project or bargain basement movie mythos, but no hard-boiled biker picture ever looked or sounded like “Road to Paloma.” The production credit for WWE — World Wrestling Entertainment — just amplifies how unexpected and out of character this extraordinary feeling and looking genre picture is.
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MPAA Rating:R for language, sexuality and nudity, some drug use, and violence including an incident of sexual assault

Cast: Jason Momoa, Robert Homer Mollohan, Lisa Bonet, Wes Studi, Chris Browning, Timothy V. Murphy
Credits: Directed by Jason Momoa, written by Jason Momoa and Robert Homer Mollohan. An Anchor Bay/WWE release.
Running time: 1:31

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Movie Review: “Made in America,” Ron Howard’s not-quite-a-concert documentary

made2half-star6“Made in America” is a concert film where you never get to hear an entire song by any of the many groups performing.
It’s cluttered with backstage interviews with everyone from the artists who appear on stage, to the road crew, to a single mom/entrepreneur trying to launch her food truck business based on feeding the crowds, to a crabby little old lady whose apartment overlooks the Philadelphia park where this annual concert is held. She’s irked by all the “thump thump thump,” she gripes.
Then soul crooner Jill Scott pipes up, in the distance.
“See?” the apartment lady marvels to director Ron Howard. “That’s not bad.”
The Oscar-winning director hurled several camera crews at the first “Made in America” show, in 2012, trying to capture the diffuse musical political positivity that inspired rapper/producer/impresario Jay-Z to launch this concert series in a presidential election year.
He gives Jay-Z many opportunities to express how music brings people together, how this show is meant to let America see “how far we’ve come, accepting all cultures.”
Eddie Vedder of Pearl Jam, one of the featured acts, talks about how the ugly state of politics today “is like bad weather,” and “people deserve clear skies.”
But Darryl McDaniel, the “DMC” of Run-DMC, gets the definitive word on the why and how of this show, which is now an annual event in Philly and Los Angeles.
“Music succeeds where religion and politics fail.”
The concert is a sampler that captures both music’s recent past, its present and possible future — snippets of Jay-Z and Pearl Jam, a warm Run-DMC reunion, rockers The Hives playing in tuxedos, spirited performances by blues-rocker Gary Clark, Jr., Rita Ora, Santigold, Mike Snow and DJ Skrillex. Ron Howard even gets a DJ lesson (not really) from Skrillex.
The wide range of genres and styles probably condemned the film to its sketchy brevity. But Kansas City throwback Janelle Morae, who fronts a big band and seems to channel the late James Brown in her performances, stands out.
Backstage, Morae explains her black and white wardrobe as her “uniform,” coming from a family of custodians, maids and garbage men. Some of the other “rise above my circumstances” stories ring hollow — Santigold’s parents were the ones who rose up from poverty, giving her a nice life and the option of music as a career. And Mike Snow’s “Eureka” moment, working at a summer job at a country club, deciding NOT to go to law school? Laughable.
But one of the security guys sums up the “gig” economy facing today’s young people better than any economist.
“You’ve got to have more than one hustle, today.”
As ephemeral as music styles and tastes are, a two year-old concert film has more historical value than it does currency, so hearing Run-DMC talk about their big break, or hearing elder statesman Jay-Z pronounce the DJ-driven “EDM” (electronic dance music) as “the music of the next generation, they’re claiming it as theirs,” is interesting. Some of the profane hip hop acts seem dated in the sea of upbeat soul, pop and alt-rock acts presented here. But Pearl Jam and Run-DMC, inspiring joyous sing-alongs to their hits, just seem timeless.
MPAA Rating: unrated, with lots of profanity
Cast: Jay-Z, Pearl Jam, The Hives, Jill Scott, Santigold, Janelle Morae, Rita Ora, Run-DMC
Credits: Directed by Ron Howard. A Phase Four Films release.
Running time: 1:33

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Movie Review: Linklater makes his big statement on growing up with “Boyhood”

boys4star4Twelve years in the making, filming a few scenes each year to capture kids as they progress through life, Richard Linklater’s “Boyhood” is an amazing achievement in telling an unremarkably remarkable life story.
It’s a film of cultural touchstones and life’s mileposts, striking in their familiarity, narrow in execution. “Boyhood” is like a fictional feature film version of the dazzling “56 Up” documentaries about British schoolkids, with the singular focus on a boy that could well be Richard Linklater: The Next Generation.
The director of “Dazed and Confused” cast young Ellar Coltane at six, making him his “Mason Evans.” Then he took Mason through a shy and curious childhood, his rebellious tweens, his quiet and considered teens and into a gregarious, smart and deep thinking — Linklaterish — college freshman. We watch a daydreaming, sullen but creative kid, never good at sports, never comfortable with the various men in his mother’s life, bickering with his older sister (Lorelei Linklater), but somehow avoiding many of the pitfalls that a more melodramatic movie would have interjected.
So we see his first creative moments — graffiti on a rural Texas underpass — his first job, his first beer. We don’t see that first kiss, but we glance that first girlfriend, then meet the first serious girlfriend. There’s the camera that becomes his artistic outlet, the way siblings of a broken marriage become closer, for security, as years go by, a sullen kid learning to come out of his shell.
“Boyhood” is a limiting title, because this movie is life itself, with every character following a lifelong story arc. And as that story progresses, they age — naturally.
So Mason’s haggard single mom (Patricia Arquette) makes mistakes with men and strains to get her family into the middle class, going back to college as we first meet her. She gains wrinkles, gains weight, pulls herself together (poor people have poor diets) and grows into herself as she does.
Their oft-absent dad (Ethan Hawke) was the same age when they married, but is a musician, day laborer and chatterbox dreamer who takes years to grow up even as his vintage GTO starts to show its post-restoration wear.
Samantha morphs from a sneaky, brother-baiting big sister into a Mean Girl who towers over her brother in his most awkward years, to a less annoying, more world wise college girl who understands him. She’s fascinating enough to warrant her own film.
And Mason grows from angel-faced boy through the Bieber-haircut years, into a gangly version of “Twilight’s” Taylor Lautner, then a taller, thinner Peter Dinklage look-alike on the cusp of college.
He absorbs life lessons — musical tastes and liberal politics from his dad, compassion and seriousness from his mom. A martinet of a drunken stepdad, a well-intentioned photography teacher and a dorky first-boss all ride him. Will the lectures pay off?
The “Dazed and Confused” casual drug use mixes with the “Slacker” questioning — “Is this all there is?” Working poor east Texas gives way to suburban San Marcos, and hip and happening Austin.
The casting pays great rewards in the third act, as a 12-year-long screen acting lesson, sharing scenes with Arquette and Hawke, turns Coltrane from an unpolished child actor into a subtle, brooding hearthrob.
“Boyhood” is too bloody long, but it’s hard to think of good places to cut. Every campout scene/teens-riding-in-cars moment is at least interesting, and they all create the texture of the times and that stage in someone’s life.
And then it stops, just as Mason is getting interesting and we’re the most interested. Just like “Boyhood” itself.
MPAA Rating:R for language including sexual references, and for teen drug and alcohol use
Cast: Ellar Coltrane, Patricia Arquette, Lorelei Linklater, Ethan Hawke
Credits: Written and directed by Richard Linklater. An IFC release.
running time: 2:42

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