Thoughts on Mickey 17

    This week, I went out with my friends to see Mickey 17, a 2025 sci-fi comedy written and directed by Bong Joon Ho, based on the novel Mickey7 by Edward Ashton. It takes place in 2054, where Mickey Barnes (Robert Pattinson) is a nobody who, along with his friend Timo (Steven Yeun), are poor and struggling and owe money to a murderous loan shark, and in order to escape Earth and their debts, they sign up to work on a spaceship expedition that is led by failed politician Kenneth Marshall (Mark Ruffalo) to colonize another planet. Timo gets work as a shuttle pilot, and Mickey, not having any prospects in life and not thinking things through, signs up to be an "Expendable," essentially donating his body for scientists to use for testing in experiments, and his DNA, brain, and memories are captured, so that when he inevitably dies in these experiments (like testing the air on a new planet and dying from viruses until a vaccine can be developed), and his body is tossed down into a furnace, he is regenerated within a day through a 3-D printer, printing out his whole body, including stops and starts like an actual printer spitting out paper.

    When the film catches up to the most current version of Mickey, he is in his 17th life, with all his memories intact, including remembering all his previous deaths. People on the ship, working grunt jobs and on limited rations, keep asking him "What's it like to die?" and he can't say anything more than "It sucks." Through all of his lives as Mickey 1-17, he has had a relationship with security agent Nasha (Naomi Ackie), a sexy, fun, and playful romance where they share private jokes like drawing stick figure sex positions to each other. 

    Four years into the expedition, after a vaccine has been developed, Mickey 17 is to capture one of the indigenous creatures on the planet, called "creepers" by the spaceship crew (but whom my friends compared to the creatures in Hayao Miyazaki's 1984 film Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind). He falls through the ice, is left for dead, but rather than being eaten by the creepers, he is rescued by them and returned to the surface. But this causes more problems, as Mickey 18 (also played by Pattison) was developed in his presumed death and absence, and as there are laws against multiple clones existing at the same time due to past crimes, neither can be alive at the same time.

    The film is a lot of fun to watch, very offbeat and weird, and a lot of credit goes to Robert Pattinson's dual performance as Mickey 17 and Mickey 18. It's hard when an actor plays twins or clones and is acting opposite themselves, to make themselves distinct so that the "twins" don't get confused by the audience, and with both Mickeys having very different personalities and slightly different voices, it's easy to tell them apart as two separate characters. Pattison affects this kind of pathetic, squirrelly voice, similar to when he put on an exaggerated character voice as the Heron in the English dub of Hayao Miyazaki's film The Boy and the Heron (2023), and he's a fantastic actor, committed to physical comedy (like quick scenes where Mickey is being printed out but there is no tray to catch him so he just droops out of the printer and flips onto the floor) and facial expressions like mocking gestures that Mickey 18 makes at others.

    Mark Ruffalo's performance as Kenneth feels inspired as a mix between the tele-evangelist theatrics of Jimmy Swaggart and the pompous arrogance of Donald Trump, and as Kenneth is described as having had two failed presidential elections before deciding to leave Earth to start his own colony elsewhere, it's clear that Bong may have written this with the idea of Trump losing the 2024 election, but he couldn't have predicted the results. Ruffalo is a charming and likable actor, so even if he's playing a despicable villain, it's hard to completely hate him because of Ruffalo himself. Toni Collette's role as Kenneth's wife Ylfa is more conniving and like the Lady Macbeth to her husband, sneaking him ideas while being into developing sauces and fancy foods, as the crew of workers will get their rations cut in half and be starving.

    Naomi Ackie (I Wanna Dance With Somebody; Blink Twice; Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker) is a delight to watch in this film, really bright and funny, with a gap-toothed smile, and game for action sequences and commanding the film as the heroine, especially in the finale. She and Pattinson have sweet chemistry, and were enjoyable to watch together. 

    The film is 2 hours and 17 minutes long, and the finale goes on for much longer than it needed to be, when it starts turning into a war film, and more and more gets layered on top of each other, where I couldn't tell when the end point was going to be. I would think it would be over, then more sequences and plot points would be added. I felt the finale got too bloated with too many ideas at once, but up until then, I really liked the movie a lot, and enjoyed seeing a creative and weird sci-fi comedy with my friends and discussing it afterwards.

Thoughts on All Shall Be Well

   Last week on Criterion, I watched a 2024 Hong Kong film titled All Shall Be Well, written and directed by Ray Yeung. The film focuses on Angie (Patra Au) and Pat (Maggie Li Lin Lin), a happy and affluent lesbian couple in their sixties, who have been together for forty years and living together for thirty years. They aren't legally married, but Angie has always been known as "Aunt Angie" to Pat's extended family, who have been loving and accepting of their relationship. 

    But tragically, Pat suddenly dies, and as Angie didn't co-own their apartment and wasn't married to Pat, her legal rights as her long-term partner are in jeopardy, as control of Pat's estate go to her brother, whose family have been poor and rely on a fortune teller to help improve their luck and finances. Then, Pat's brother and his family start showing that their "allyship" to Angie and Pat was only surface-level, as they ignore Angie's wishes about how Pat wanted her ashes spread at sea, to having control of her apartment and deciding whether to let Pat still live in her home she's been in for three decades, and essentially now treating her as if she doesn't count as family because she and Pat weren't married.

    Angie has her own friend group of lesbians, including one who is a lawyer and works to advocate for Angie's right as Pat's partner. It's a great film, but so frustrating to watch because the film depicts a reality that queer people have faced, when their partner dies and their partner's heterosexual family takes over and has the legal right to kick their partner out of their home, or treat them as if they were just their "roommate" and not their long-term romantic partner. People in the LGBTQ community fought for civil rights for decades, including having the same legal rights as heterosexual married couples, when it comes to estate laws and housing and receiving benefits and inheritances. The nationwide law that passed for same-sex marriage was only just ten years ago, following a few states that allowed it, and there have been more legal rights for same-sex married couples, which is a great improvement. So it makes it so sad to watch a movie where a family, who seem like allies, are quick to be dismissive of their loved one's partner when it's convenient for them, and control the estate and do what they want instead of what the deceased person would have wanted.

    And Angie, through encountering the waning kindness of Pat's family, is also grieving the loss of essentially her spouse of forty years, feeling lost without her, and being in her sixties and not knowing what to do. They didn't make legal preparations because they didn't want to think about death, and just lived in the moment. Their scenes together early in the movie are sweet, like when they shop together at a street market stall where they are friendly with the shop owners, and there's a lot of familiarity and warmth with them. Only with her found family is she able to find some kinship with fellow queer women who can understand her loss much more than anyone else can.

    Despite the film leaving me emotionally gutted at the end, I really liked it a lot, and thought Patra Au was fantastic in the film, bringing a lot of lived experience where one could feel the years of her history as Angie with Pat, and she and Maggie Li Lin Lin had a lot of sweet chemistry in their few scenes together. I highly recommend this film, but know that the actions of Pat's family in the film may leave you feeling pissed off in the end.

Thoughts on The Super

    I had heard of this 1991 movie The Super years ago, when I was telling a friend about Hal Ashby's 1970 film The Landlord, where Beau Bridges plays a rich guy who becomes the landlord of a Park Slope, Brooklyn building, in a low-income Black and brown neighborhood, and plans to gentrify the building by evicting the tenants and turning it into a luxury place. He undergoes a change of heart through the movie, getting to know the tenants and caring about people. My friend said, "That sounds like a Joe Pesci movie called The Super."

    I just watched The Super on Tubi, directed by Rod Daniel (Teen Wolf, Beethoven's 2nd) and written by Sam Simon and Nora Ephron, and really liked it. It bombed when it came out, and it's hard to find now, since the video included, made by Hats Off Entertainment three years ago, said it's only on VHS. It's a similar plot, in that Joe Pesci plays the son of a slumlord (Vincent Gardenia) who profits off of buildings in low-income neighborhoods, where he never gets anything fixed and collects the rent, and gives a building to Pesci, who takes after his greedy jerk of a dad. Pesci is taken to court for all the housing violations in the building, and made to live in the building for four months to get the building up to code and face the problems himself, like poor plumbing, a lack of heat, a rat infestation, etc.

    He starts out the movie a slimeball jerk, being continually pressed by a housing authority lawyer (Madolyn Smith Osborne), who he sexually harasses throughout the movie, and thankfully she never shows interest in him and always puts him in his place). But as he gets his comeuppance, he starts caring about the tenants, and learns how to stand up to his father, who is full of racist dogwhistles like calling the tenants "animals."

    

    The tenants are played by character actors like Ruben Blades (more known as a famous salsa musician), Paul Benjamin, Beatrice Winde, and Eileen Galindo.

    I did like hearing the early 90s dance music, like "You Can't Touch This" and "Gonna Make You Sweat" during scenes when the tenants party whenever they have electricity and heat, and how the scenes were clearly shot in Brooklyn, even if the exterior of the building is in the East Village. Joe Pesci's character becomes more likable as the movie goes on, and it has a similar resolution to The Landlord. So I enjoyed this, more of an average early 90s comedy.

Thoughts on Peppermint Frappé

     On Criterion, I watched the 1967 Spanish pyschosexual thriller Peppermint Frappé, directed by Carlos Saura and written by Saura, Rafael Azcono, and Angelino Fons. The film starred Geraldine Chaplin (who was Saura's partner at the time and appeared in several of his films throughout the late 1960s and 1970s) and José Luis López Vázquez. López Vázquez played Julián, a middle-aged conservative physician who becomes obsessed with his best friend's new, much younger wife, Elena (Chaplin), a flirty and vivacious blonde who embodies the New Wave spirit of European culture of the 1960s. She reminds him of a woman he saw beating the drums during the Holy Week ritual in the Spanish village of Calanda. While she denies that she is that woman, he is attracted to her cosmopolitan air and carefree attitude. 

    But since she is not interested in him, and he cannot possess her, he decides to remake her image on his meek, mousy brunette assistant, Ana (also played by Chaplin). Ana is shy, not glamorous, and harbors a secret crush on her boss. Julián, having old-fashioned and sexist attitudes about women and beauty standards, pressures Ana to work out in her sweater and skirt on a rowing machine in the office, dictates that women must be small and thin, and pressures her to wear more stylish makeup, trying to turn her into Elena's image.

    The film takes more turns with Julián treating Ana like a doll to dress up, taking advantage of her subservient position to him, while Ana may be manipulating him as well, playing a passive role intentionally, becoming what he wants in order to win him for herself. Elena still doesn't have any interest in Julián, and she and her husband Pablo lightly tease him, mocking him, which only makes him feel more stuck in the past and his conservative ways. The film takes more of a big climatic ending, which felt like it was being rushed in the end, whereas it worked a lot more in being a commentary about the Old Guard being more repressed vs. the younger generation in the waning years of the Franco administration in Spain.

    I mostly liked this film for Chaplin's dual role as Elena and Ana, playing two incredibly different women, and being very convincing as both a flirty, elusive blonde who loves to travel, prefers older men and isn't interested in having children at the moment; and Ana, a shy and mild-mannered nurse whose body language is tucked in and doesn't wear form-fitting dresses or style her hair in a fancy way, but possesses her own quiet strength. She's really charismatic and captivating in this film, and I liked watching her in her early roles and the beginning of her collaboration with Saura.

    I couldn't stand Julián's sexist attitude, and didn't like that the ending felt rushed to give it a big finale, but otherwise I thought it was a decent movie, feeling of the time as a New Wave film with inspirations from Alfred Hitchcock and Luis Buñuel.