Thursday 4.28
"Feathered Cocaine"Feathered Cocaine
If this wild documentary study of weirdly named falconer Alan Parrot doesn't raise at least one of your eyebrows, nothing will. Parrot, a.k.a. Hari Har Singh Khalsa, claims the U.S. government has ignored evidence that Osama bin Laden can be found near Tehran through homing beacons attached to the Al Qaeda leader's beloved falcons. These rare and magnificent creatures have for decades been smuggled and traded throughout the Middle East -- a crime Perrot seems to consider more dastardly than terrorism. "Feathered Cocaine" may not succeed in aiding an odd bird's cause, but it's surely a hoot. (Iceland, 81 min.) --Rob Nelson
"These were our home movies. Until my dog peed on them. I thought it looked cool." So begins Pip Chodorov in his admittedly surface-scratching look at experimental cinema from 1920s filmmaker Hans Richter to, uh, himself. Having grown up in proximity to avant-garde film giants such as Stan Brakhage and Ken Jacobs, Chodorov claims he'll tell the stories of "my friends," but contrives to squeeze in some non-pals (e.g., Maya Deren) while omitting countless others (and making a footnote of Andy Warhol). Clips from Len Lye's "Rainbow Dance" and Robert Breer's "Recreation" do look cool, though, even without dog pee. (France, 82 min.) --Rob Nelson
Following "Bluebeard," this is director Catherine Breillat's second fairy tale revision, and, if anything, its surreal images are even more indelible. The bulk takes place within the vivid dreams of 6-year-old Anastasia (Carla Besnainou), whom fairies have blessed with a century-long catnap. Before she wakes at age 16, Anastasia rides cross-country on a doe looking for Peter (Kerian Mayan) -- who, as another fairy tale would have it, has been abducted by the Snow Queen (Romane Portail). Fans of the filmmaker won't be surprised to discover that, aside from a steamy Sapphic liaison, Anastasia's adolescence is rather less than dreamy. (France, 85 min.) --Rob Nelson
Friday 4.29
Joseph Gordon-Levitt, usually cleancut and winsome, goes scary crackhead in this deranged coming-of-age comedy. Looking like a tattooed roadie for Motörhead, he veers from scary-cool to total Molotov cocktail in a blink. He walks in the door of a 13-year-old boy (Devin Brochu) mourning the loss of his mom, and his devastated, pill-popping father (Rainn Wilson in a solid dramatic performance). Hesher plunks down on their sofa in his BVDs and becomes the troubled family's grief counselor/repressed id. Natalie Portman is a bespectacled sad-sack cashier who becomes the boy's first crush. Gonzo, grungy, one of a kind. (USA, 100 min.) --Colin Covert
"Tyrannosaur"TYRANNOSAUR
Actor Paddy Considine ("In America") goes behind the camera to expand on his 2007 short film "Dog Altogether" with the same lead actors. Joseph (an excellent Peter Mullan), a widower and alcoholic, struggles to keep his life intact until he meets Hannah (an impressive Olivia Colman), a devout Christian. When Joseph and Hannah form an unlikely bond, their friendship is threatened by her abusive husband, James (Eddie Marsan). Considine's film is bleak and harrowing but shows a minimalist approach to his subjects and injects enough levity to make this an eye-opening affair. (United Kingdom, 91 min.) --Jim Brunzell III
"Illegal"ILLEGAL
A Russian mother living illegally with her son in Belgium is paranoid about being caught. And for good reason, apparently, because as soon as she lets her guard down and gives in to her son's request on his birthday to speak Russian with her, she's dragged away by police and thrown in a holding cell, awaiting deportation. The son escapes and the mother tries desperately to get out and back to him. If some of the plot develo p.m.ents weren't handled so clumsily (like the frustrating ending), "Illegal" would be a better film. (France, Britain, Russia, 99 min.) --Erik McClanahan
At age 80, Jean-Luc Godard remains the unduly disputed champion of the politically radical, aesthetically thrilling headscratcher. What his latest (and last?) feature -- split into three chapters, shot in part with a cell phone, subtitled in "Navajo English" -- will mean to neophytes is anyone's guess. But for those who've followed him from "Breathless" to "Notre Musique," the film resonates deeply with the director's half-century of defiant provocations. Godard himself has intimated that "Film Socialisme" is his "farewell to language" -- but, as usual, he may have been kidding. Better to think of it simply as a gift. (Switzerland, 101 min.) --Rob Nelson