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Adopting the same include of shocks and yocks as John Landis’ 1981 London-based scare comedy, “An American Werewolf in Paris” starts off gangbusters as an funny, knowing control but loses its compass midway on. Though it looks inauspicious to become a howling good fortune in any one vend theatrically, active pic should accrue red-blooded returns on a worldwide basis, with a long afterlife in ancillaries. Set for Yank release on Christmas Hour, pic opens today in Great Britain.

The movie’s choppy tempo bears witness to extensive testing and subsequent tweaking over a long period (initial shoot was in summer ‘96); there’s little spare flesh in the running time, and the mix of absurd comedy, action and f/x is rarely allowed to stand still long enough to congeal. Though pulled together under the banner of London-based sales company and production house J&M Entertainment, it’s a truly international pudding creatively: helmed by a British-trained director with strong German connections (Anthony Waller, of “Mute Witness” fame), acted by a mixed Yank-French cast, shot in Luxembourg, Paris, Amsterdam and New York, f/x-ed largely by California-based Santa Barbara Studios, and with a major dose of German-based talent behind the camera and in post-production.

Operatic main title, swooping down over Notre Dame with Wilbert Hirsch’s “Omen”-like music thundering away, features a man escaping from the sewers of Paris and then being dragged back inside by some unseen beastie. Having staked out its flashy horror territory, pic then cuts to three young Americans at loose in Europe — sensitive romantic Andy (Tom Everett Scott) and his two girl-chasing pals, Brad (Vince Vieluf) and Chris (Phil Buckman).

Clandestinely climbing the Eiffel Tower at night, the trio prepare for Andy’s spectacular “dare” — bungee-jumping from the Parisian landmark. But there’s a fourth person up there, who’s ready to jump without a safety harness: Serafine (Julie Delpy), who stares mournfully at the waxing moon before plummeting into the void, to be saved (in an exhilarating blend of music and effects) by Andy, who jumps after her, only to lose her on the ground.

Finally tracking her down again, Andy invites her out on a date, though from her sudden display of superhuman strength in a cafe and interest in blood-soaked human organs it’s obvious Serafine is not your average French babe. After an action-filled night at a cellar party to welcome the full moon, Andy wakes up in her bed to find tooth marks on his leg — and her news that he’s already halfway to becoming a werewolf.

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Up to this point, the movie is an enjoyably trashy blend of impressive special effects, low-key refs to Landis’s movie, and sudden moments of horror breaking the jokey tone. For the next reel, too, Waller manages to crank up the humor and shocks without losing the balance: Andy gets a sudden liking for rare steaks and (in a ref to the Landis) meets his now “undead” friend Brad for a chat.

Thereafter, however, pic progressively careens out of control — largely dumping character and rational plot development in favor of one set piece after another, capped by a series of increasingly frantic climaxes and a bolted-on coda (”several full moons later”) that’s structurally neat but makes no logical sense at all.

While Waller’s cult hit “Mute Witness” was all pregnant atmosphere and not much delivery, “Werewolf” is all delivery and not much pregnant atmosphere. For undiscerning viewers, this may be enough: The impressive, entirely computer-generated werewolves are effectively scary and give the pic an energetic, blatantly genre feel, heightened by Peter Adam’s shock cutting.

But to the movie’s loss, the humor becomes more and more hit-and-miss as events unfold. In the film’s most outrageous joke, Andy publicly seduces a horny American tourist (Julie Bowen) by sticking his newly sensitive nose up her skirt; later on, a straight-faced Serafine tells Andy how her stepfather (the man killed at the start) had almost perfected a drug to suppress her “lycanthropic cycle.” But such laughs unfortunately become rarer as the plot tries to cram in everything from werewolves-bent-on-world-domination to the central love story while keeping all the original characters in the frame.

Scott (”That Thing You Do!”) is OK as Andy but gets most of his acting chances in the first half; ditto the English-fluent Delpy as Serafine, though her attraction to the exasperating hero needs to be taken more on trust than from anything in the script. Vieluf and Buckman are reliable as Andy’s pals. French thesps Thierry Lhermitte and Tom Novembre are mostly limited to mugging in tiny roles, the first as a Clouseau-like doctor, the second as a Maigret clone.

Other technical credits are effective, though color processing ranges from muddy in night and studio work to fine in daytime exteriors. Buffs may note a vague hint in the finished film that Delpy’s character is, in fact, the offspring of David Naughton and Jenny Agutter in “An American Werewolf in London.”

Reviewed by Dennis Schwartz

Filmmaker Eric Till’s unimaginative biopic, more manipulative than
enlightening, of the 16th-century German monk Martin Luther who inspired
the Reformation, reads like an overstuffed college course primer turned
into a tepid historical soap opera filled with the usual stock characters.
Nevertheless it successfully chronicles the monk’s life work leading to
his break with the Roman Catholic Church but, unfortunately, it glosses
over the brilliant monk’s dark side and ignores his prejudices completely.
The screenwriters Bart Gavigan and Camille Thomasson peddle politics more
than theology, setting up the argument that the battle hinged on the unyielding
conservative establishment (the Roman Catholic Church) fighting for their
survival against a liberal populist movement bent on destroying the Church.
By the film’s conclusion, the Man is still an enigma though the filmmaker
clearly sides with Luther on the birth of Protestantism and the need to
break from Rome’s corrupt Church (run like a cheesy business venture).
The film was made with denominational support, which probably explains
its reluctance to bring up anything controversial and ruffle the feathers
of the flock of 540 million.

Martin Luther (1483-1546), played with a fierceness by Joseph Fiennes,
is set to be a lawyer when he is caught in a  severe lightning storm
and thinks he survived by a miracle. He therefore becomes convinced, in
a Paul-like conversion, that he has received a sign from God to instead
be a monk. This choice does not please his demanding father. By 1507 Luther
was in the Augustinian order of monks in a monastery in Erfut and was spiritually
guided by his kindly mentor Father Johann von Staupitz (Bruno Ganz). When
Luther was rewarded with a trip to Rome for being such a promising star
in the Church because of his purity and keen intelligence, he became infuriated
by witnessing the corrupt sale of “indulgences” in which anyone could purchase
forgiveness for their sins if they had the money and could therefore escape
purgatory. Still upset upon his return to Germany, at Father Johann’s urgings,
Luther left the monastery to study theology in Wittenberg. The restless
scholarly student, searching for a loving God, later became a professor
of theology at the college. His anti-establishment lectures proved popular
as he chided the Roman officials for the corruption within the Catholic
Church and encouraged the importance of faith over corrupt Roman practices.
For his spirited efforts and ability to reach the locals by speaking to
them in their native German tongue, he wins the support of the local prince,
Frederick the Wise (Peter Ustinov), and soon has a large following among
the local peasants who are attentive to his radical sermons.

The new pope, Leo X, orders the construction of St. Peter’s Basilica
and to pay the costs, John Tetzel (Alfred Molina), a monk representing
the Vatican, was sent out to sell special indulgences, letting everyone
know the eternal consequences that awaited those who did not contribute. 

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only to give to help the poor, and now his growing popularity among the
peasants alarms the Church. Their response is to call Luther a heretic
and in 1521 he faces an Inquistion in Worms. His imposing adversaries are
Brother Johann Tetzel and Girolamo Aleandro (Jonathan Firth), a heartless
Vatican emissary. Refusing to recant his writings, Luther posts the 95
Theses on the door of the Castle Church in Wittenberg that outline his
reasons why he sees the practice of indulgences as an abuse by Rome and
not in line with the Scriptures. This begins the battle that causes havoc
in Germany (Peasant Rebellion) and splits Christianity apart.

The picture is made watchable by Fiennes fine performance and a frail
Ustinov offering comic antics in his animated expressions. Otherwise, your
usual run-of-the-mill biopic.

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toll — he's stressed beyond all measure. Inevitably, he trashes his suit with
a resolute "I am Spider-Man no more."

We know this won't last. It's Parker's Aunt May who puts it into perspective
when she tells her nephew "I believe there's a hero in all of us,"
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He’s likable enough, but “Get Bruce!” seems less a real behind-the-scenes showbiz docu than a sort of extended “Entertainment Tonight” seg. No hard questions are asked, no personalities allowed an unflattering moment. In the end, it all feels as faux-casual and scripted as the award shows Vilanch helps create.

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Jacques Tourneur’s (”Out of the Past”) Berlin Express is an ideological
spy thriller shot in black and white that makes the most of its absurd
plot and the history used as background to its fictional narrative. It
is based on the story by Curt Siodmak and the screenplay is by Harold Medford.
The unflinching camera shots of the ruined cities of Frankfurt and Berlin
by Lucien Ballard realistically depict Germany’s despair in the postwar
occupation period, giving the film an historical documentary look (an official
sounding narrator also gives the film a semidocumentary feel). There are
shots of once booming cities in rubble, showing where once stood the Reichs
chancellery, Reichstag, Brandenburg Gate, and the Adlon Hotel. The I. G.
Farben building in Frankfurt, the key manufacturer of Germany’s tools of
war, remains intact. That building is now the Johann Wolfgang Goethe University. 

Though a minor work, it sparkles at times because of its ever hopeful
humanistic viewpoint in the face of ambivalence by the main characters,
the intriguing realistic location shots, the sequences shot on the train
were gripping and the sinister atmosphere it creates over German reunification
and the hints at the coming Cold War. The narrative is less interesting,
as it is grounded in the conventions of the thriller and is more politically
moralizing than it should be for a work of film noir.

On a special train (with US army personnel, displaced persons and
diplomats) from Paris-Frankfurt-Berlin that is controlled by the American
military, four representatives of the Occupying Powers — the British educator
Sterling (Robert Coote), the American agriculture expert Robert Lindley
(Robert Ryan), the Soviet army officer Lt. Maxim (Roman Toporow), and the
French official Perrot (Charles Korvin) — are on their way to Berlin to
help a German humanitarian visionary, a leader in the anti-Hitler underground,
Dr. Bernhardt (Paul Lukas), realize his dream of a peaceful and unified
Germany. 

Warning: spoiler to follow.

An assassination attempt at an unscheduled stop in Sulzbach fails
to kill Dr. Bernhardt, as the Nazi insurgents responsible kill instead
someone hired to be a decoy. But when the train stops at Frankfurt, Bernhardt
is kidnapped by the Nazi group after being betrayed by his old friend Professor
Walther. This results in the four representatives overcoming their differences
and working together to try and find Bernhardt. The army under the command
of Colonel Johns (Charles McGraw) conducts the official search. But the
four are better able to search undercover and are aided by Bernhardt’s
French secretary, Lucienne (Merle Oberon), who is familiar with her boss’s
reunification plan and his contacts in Germany. Lucienne goes on the search
through the nightmarish rubble of Frankfurt dressed to the hilt in evening
gowns, which looked ludicrous. In any case, she and Lindley eventually
find clues of where Bernhardt is by attending a nightclub that is off-limits
to American service men. After a shootout with the Nazi gang holding the
victim in a bombed out building, the American army rescues the humanitarian.
But on the train ride to Berlin one of the four  representatives turns
out to be a Nazi agent and is stopped from killing Bernhardt only by the
alertness of Lindley. 

Reviewed by Dennis Schwartz

Barbara Kopple was asked by Woody to do a cinema verite documentary
on his 18-city European New Orleans Jazz tour he will be on with his demonized-in-print
girlfriend and soon-to be-wife, Soon-Yi Previn, with Woody promising to
let her film without any interference. It is a most relaxed and enjoyable
look at the neurotic comic, who appears to be no different in this documentary
from the way he is in his films. But what is vividly shown is how exhilarated
Woody gets from playing the clarinet and how wonderfully morbid he is about
everything else he does, from eating a vulcanized Spanish omelet in Spain
to getting seasick on a gondola in Venice. Woody’s trek from one luxury
hotel to another, lets us hear the comedian’s constant wisecracks and tune
into his idiosyncrasies. When sending out his laundry in Milan he says,
“I hope it doesn’t come back breaded.” He looks into the unintrusive camera
and tells us that he always must have his own bathroom when travelling,
this way he can have room for all his ointments, which is the reason he
always looks so good.

Woody seems to be acting natural as he interacts with his sister
Letty Aronson and the motherly Soon-Yi. She relates to the aging comic’s
foibles and crankiness and need to be treated with kid gloves by voicing
her opinion on what he should do, which he either ignores or childishly
follows or comes up with a good one-liner for. This seems to be the real
Woody and not a put on, and you either love him or shy away.

The relationship between the couple is what the film turns out to
be mainly about. Therefore since Kopple films Woody and his bride as they
act natural together, there is no need to look for gossip columnists to
know more about the star and the tabloid headline relationship he has with
his step-daughter and now lover. There seems to be nothing seedy going
on between them, except a relationship based on need and affection; their
relationship does not appear to be fraught with overt sexuality.

Woody’s happiest playing the clarinet with the band, as his head
bobs up and down and he keeps time with the music by tapping his feet.
Some of the snippets from the numbers he played included the joyous songs
like “Down by the Riverside” and “Home Sweet Home.” If there is any criticism
for the film, it could be noted that we didn’t hear enough of the band
playing.

Woody seemed to be comfortably aloof from the band — relating mostly
to the smiling banjo player, Eddie Davis, the one who put the group together.
There are good vibes, as they all seem to be on the same page. What might
be surprising to a lot of people, is how good the band actually is and
how much fun they seem to have playing together. After the concert Woody
and the band go their separate ways. So this documentary covers Woody fully,
giving us a fly-in-the wall look at the claustrophobic star as he is mobbed
by admiring fans and wends his way through the autograph seekers and those
who want to take photos of him and his ardent wealthy admirers who flatter
him. But as Woody duly notes, these rich admirers won’t pay a dime to see
my films.

Woody and the band show their mettle in one Italian city, as there
is a power failure and they continue playing. That he receives an engraved
plaque for this, encourages Woody to joke about how it comes easy for him
to be a hero. After awhile, seeing one luxurious hotel after another becomes
a déjà vu experience. The trip took him to Paris, where he
was excited about going into a music store that had an historic clarinet
that suited him. In London he quipped that he can fail at last in a country
that speaks his language. Woody comments that he always wants to be somewhere
he isn’t — if he is in Milan, he wants to be in New York.

The travelogue ends on his arrival in New York and the high-rise
apartment of his 96-year-old father and 90+  mother, who treat him
to a neurotic scene that could be right out of a shrink’s office or one
of his films. The father would have preferred that Woody had been a pharmacist.
The mother would have preferred if he married a nice Jewish girl. Woody
and Soon-Yi sit there in the kitchen and take in all the put downs without
fighting back. This scene ices the cake on Barbara Kopple’s splendid work;
it couldn’t get more absurd than this for the serious maker of documentaries
(Harlan County, USA), as Allen is reduced to being a child
again in front of his overbearing Jewish parents.