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Vicky Cristina Barcelona [Blu-ray] It must be true that getting out of town can do a fellow a lot of good, because Vicky Cristina Barcelona is the best movie Woody Allen has made in years. Okay, you’re right, 2006’s Match Point already claimed that honor and, as Allen’s first film made in England, established the virtues of getting away from overfamiliar territory (namely Manhattan). But the Woodman’s first film made in Spain matches the ice-cold Match Point for crisp authority, and yields a good deal more sheer pleasure besides. Rebecca Hall (Vicky) and Scarlett Johansson (Cristina) play two young Americans, best friends, spending a summer in Catalonia. Vicky is going for a master’s in “Catalan identity” (though her Spanish is shaky); Cristina is going along for, oh, just about anything. That soon includes celebrated abstract artist Juan Antonio (Javier Bardem), who’s anything but abstract in his forthright proposition that the two join him in his private plane, his travels, and his bed. That he has an insane ex-wife, Maria Elena (Penélope Cruz), who may or may not have tried to kill him is not really an issue until the wife reappears and … well, consider the possibilities.

Vicky Cristina Barcelona isn’t exactly a comedy, at least not in the manner of Allen’s “early, funny ones,” but it’s informed by a rueful wit that finds its fullest expression in reflective voiceover commentary. Spoken by Christopher Evan Welch, but surely on behalf of the 73-year-old auteur, this element of the film is neither (as some have charged) patronizing nor uncinematic; rather, it’s integral to the movie’s participation in a venerable European literary tradition, the sentimental education. Instead of Bergman or Fellini, this time Allen is invoking the François Truffaut of Jules and Jim and Eric Rohmer in his many meditations on the game of love. The entire cast is terrific (both Hall and Johansson get to play “the Woody part” at different points), with Bardem and Cruz especially delightful as exemplars of Old Worldliness. Cinematographer Javier Aguirresarobe honors every drop of Catalonian sunlight and glint of Gaudí architecture. –Richard T. Jameson

Tags: Abstract Artist, Eric Rohmer, Espe, European Literary Tradition, Fellini, Francois Truffaut, Javier Bardem, Jules And Jim, Maria Elena, Match Point, PenéLope Cruz, Play Two, Private Plane, Rebecca Hall, Scarlett Johansson, Sentimental Education, Sheer Pleasure, Wife Maria, Woodman, Woody Allen

The 400 Blows [Blu-ray] The knowing yet innocent face of Jean-Pierre Leaud, the 14-year-old star of The 400 Blows, is the heartbreaking core of Francois Truffaut’s most intimate film. As Antoine Doinel, Leaud begins his career as director Truffaut’s alter-ego, a young boy neglected by his mother and stepfather who, to cover his absence at school, tells a lie that leads him to run away from home and end up in reform school. There’s nothing remarkable or surprising about the plot; the power of this film comes from how completely it draws you into Antoine’s life. Antoine is a vivid, natural presence, one of the most compelling collaborations between a writer/director and an actor. The movie seems to capture him as he lives. Antoine endures his parent’s indifference, humiliations at school, deprivation and juvenile delinquency–yet the movie never feels pitying or condescending, as if it were trying to rub your nose in Antoine’s suffering. On the contrary: His resilience is what grabs you, his refusal to be broken down as he struggles towards a more adult understanding of the world. Truffaut and Leaud made many excellent films together (Day for Night, Two English Girls), including further chapters in Antoine’s life (Bed and Board, Stolen Kisses), but none were quite as simple, rich, and devastatingly potent as The 400 Blows. (The title, incidentally, refers not to abuse or anything sexual, but is a French idiom for a wild and unruly youth or “raising hell.”) –Bret Fetzer
Customer Review: A film that will literally blow you away…
In all my movie watching and movie reviewing I tend to praise a lot of work. As you glance over my past reviews (if you so chose to ever do so) you will see a lot of `five-star’ or `Grade A’ reviews, yet in all honesty there are rarely times when I am so enamored by a film I am moved to claim it a masterpiece. Sure, I may say that a film is a genre masterpiece (I think I made that claim when speaking of `The Dark Knight’) but for a film to transcend genre and become a clear and present masterpiece of film it has to have that extra something that is rarely found in films; that extra connective tissue that links its importance, its soul to our soul and thus becomes a part of us.

Tags: 400 Blows, Alter Ego, Antoine Doinel, Collaborations, Dark Knight, Francois Truffaut, Grabs, Honesty, Indifference, Innocent Face, Jean Pierre Leaud, Juvenile Delinquency, Kisses, Masterpiece, Natural Presence, Old Star, Raising Hell, Resilience, Two English Girls, Writer Director