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The Joys of Being John Malkovich on Criterion

The Film : Being John Malkovich (1999), available today on Blu-ray and DVD via The Criterion Collection Why It’s an Inessential Essential : It’s strange to think that a film with John Malkovich’s name in its title isn’t really considered to be “a John Malkovich movie.” Instead, Being John Malkovich is understandably normally associated with screenwriter Charlie Kaufman and director Spike Jonze, both of whom really broke out thanks to BJM ’s success. While Jonze reveals on The Criterion Collection’s new audio commentary track that he and Kaufman were dead-set on getting Malkovich for the film, Being John Malkovich could really be about any celebrity. At the same time, that’s one of the many things that’s funny about Being John Malkovich : It’s a metaphysical black comedy about what people projecting things onto celebrities that don’t necessarily have anything to do with those celebrities. Malkovich just happens to be the guy whose mind Schwartz (John Cusack) and his vampish colleague Maxine (Catherine Keener) invade after they inadvertently discover a miniature portal into his head, and so his comic performance is consequently often overlooked in discussions of the film. He’s the biggest butt of Kaufman and Jonze’s jokes (I love when Maxine casually insults him by saying that he has a “too-prominent brow”), but he also reaffirms his fantastic comic timing, as when he cops a feel after ineffectually cooing to Maxine, “Shall we away to the boudoir?” Malkovich also demonstrates a deceptively subtle knack for physical comedy, like when he gives a buffoonishly perplexed look after being told by a date that he’s “creepy.” In a moment’s time, he scratches his head and tucks his lower lip beneath his teeth. It’s pretty hilarious because it’s done with such sly conviction. How the DVD Makes the Case for the Film : Criterion includes a number of great little behind-the-scenes on its new two-disc DVD set. In an interview with comedian John Hodgman, Malkovich reveals that when he was first given the script, “I saw the title and didn’t really think much about it.” He then initially turned the project down at the behest of his producing partner Russ Smith, who wanted Kaufman and Jonze to make the film “about” someone other than Malkovich. Later, Malkovich was taken aside again by Francis Ford Coppola and introduced directly to Jonze, whom Coppola said “everyone would [eventually] be working for.” According to Malkovich, after he signed onto the project, Kaufman apparently cut “some of the worst jokes about me — meaning the most cruelest ones,” from the screenplay. “I like those jokes,” he tells Hodgman nonchalantly. “I think they’re really funny.” Ironically, while Malkovich says that the film, “isn’t at all about me, it’s about people’s perceptions of me,” he apparently suggested that Charlie Sheen play his character’s best friend in Being John Malkovich . (Kevin Bacon had apparently already turned down that role.) But Malkovich had never met Sheen until that point; he just “struck me as the kind of person I would go to in an existential crisis.” Other Interesting Trivia : There’s a really bizarre and hilariously unfocused audio commentary track on disc one, where Michel Gondry, who was originally supposed to direct the film (he would later work with Kaufman on Human Nature before their Oscar-winning collaboration Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind ) talks about everything but the film. At one point, he calls Spike Jonze up and jokingly browbeats him to confess that he fell in love with Keener on set. This is after Gondry wonders aloud if the cameraman got a boner when filming a POV shot from Malkovich’s perspective while he has sex with Keener. Gondry dismisses the idea that Malkovich became aroused by Keener but still insists that the cameraman and the director must have gotten sprung. I wonder what Malkovich thinks… PREVIOUS INESSENTIAL ESSENTIALS The Last Temptation of Christ The Sitter Citizen Ruth The Broken Tower Dogville Night Call Nurses Strange Fruit: The Beatles’ Apple Records Jeremiah Johnson Simon Abrams is a NY-based freelance film critic whose work has been featured in outlets like The Village Voice, Time Out New York, Vulture and Esquire. Additionally, some people like his writing, which he collects at Extended Cut .

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The Masterful Mischief of Gremlins 2

Only in Hollywood: “In the commentary on the Gremlins 2 DVD, which has been ported over to its Blu-ray (out this week), [director Joe] Dante calls Gremlins 2 ‘one of the more unconventional studio pictures ever. And if it weren’t for the fact that the studio was in dire need of another one of these movies to put into the cans and send to the theaters, I can’t conceive of us getting away with this.’ He took advantage of that dire need by taking the piss. On that same commentary, [producer Michael] Finnell recalls Warner Bros. head Terry Semel telling them, ‘Just come up with something. Whatever you want. It doesn’t matter. Between 90 minutes and two hours, call it Gremlins 2 , and we’ll make it.'” [ Gawker ]

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Sharpen Your Stake with the Nude Stars of Dark Shadows

Not nude in theaters, Dark Shadows is stacked with Goth hotties, and Mr. Skin knows where to see their Barna-bush Collins. See French fox Eva Green magically nude in The Dreamers , Helena Bonham Carter baring pale skin in T he Heart of Me , and the dark shadow of Michelle Pfeiffer’s bush in Into the Night .

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How Adam Yauch Made the Greatest Concert Film Ever

Editor’s note: The following piece, originally published by the author at Movie City News , was written after the New York premiere of the Beastie Boys’ concert film Awesome; I Fuckin’ Shot That! in 2006. The project was one of many films and videos made by the Beasties’ late Adam Yauch under his directorial nom de plume Nathanial Hörnblowér; Movieline today republishes the piece in remembrance. — STV Admittedly, I am not what you would call a Beastie Boys enthusiast. I am not even a casual fan. The depth of my Beasties appreciation runs shallow at best: I like the “Sabotage” video as much as the next guy; “Fight For Your Right” annoys me; the hip-hop clown thing is endearing; and I tend to just take their (many) devotees’ word for it that the trio is rooted in prodigious creative genius. Fine. I  do   watch a lot of movies, however, which is why I feel comfortable assessing the Beastie Boys’  Awesome; I Fuckin’ Shot That!  as possibly the greatest concert film ever made. A second viewing at last night’s New York premiere confirmed my first impression, and the standing-room-only audience attending the  Museum of the Moving Image -hosted event seemed to share at least some of that judgment. Not that it came out when the Beasties themselves – ”Mike D” Diamond, Adam “Adrock” Horovitz and Adam “MCA” Yauch – joined the crowd for the requisite post-screening chat. “How do you stay in such great shape?” a viewer asked. “As members of a basketball team, we have a very strong work ethic,” Horovitz said. “We have a workout tape we’re gonna be selling,” Yauch said. Diamond spoke up. “Actually, the team, I think, has a  poor   work ethic, and I think everybody needs to talk about that before we get into next season,” he said. “You guys talk about how you want freedom on the court. Show me the stats.” “Also, we rub ourselves down with monkey piss a lot,” Yauch said. That the Beastie Boys never actually got around to discussing how  good   their film is kind of helps define Awesome ‘s transcendent appeal. The movie represents the raucous bastard offspring of goofball stunt and technical experiment; only a band that takes its mission as seriously as the Beasties do could conceive a film  this   determined to  not   take itself seriously. And only the Beastie Boys — whose interactive relationship with their fans manifests itself in multi-angle DVD’s and do-it-yourself remixes — would count on concertgoers to hold them to their own expressionistic standards. Awesome ‘s central gimmick is old news: The band gave 50 fans 50 cameras to record the entirety of its Oct. 9, 2004, concert at Madison Square Garden. “You can rock out, you can do whatever you want,” a producer advises the camerapeople at the beginning of the film. “Just keep shooting. … In 20 years, you’ll be able to look back and say, ‘Awesome; I fuckin’ shot that.’ ” The Beasties combined the crowd footage with that of a small backstage crew, and Yauch went to work. “There were 61 different angles that we were cutting from,” said Yauch, whose other alias, Nathanial Hörnblowér, claims directing credit. “It was all loaded into Final Cut and stacked and we were cutting from that. It was a pretty crazy job. The way we started out was there were actually three different editors who went at it, and they had 20 cameras each, and they each did a cut. We were kind of looking it over and picked some parts that worked. We did a cut from that, and Neal (Usatin, supervising editor) and I stated cutting on top of that, and then spent about a year working on it. It was a good starting place, because it’s pretty hard to start with just, like, a blank canvas and start cutting from nothing when you have that much material.” In the end, Yauch continued,  Awesome   comprises 6,632 cuts – an average of one for every 19 frames. It screens like a pixilated light show, drowning in color and kinesis, putting the “ADD” back in “addled.” Meanwhile, the rich, refined sound defies the visuals’ bootleg ethos. As occasionally challenging as this blend is to watch, it makes for revelatory viewing. No band since Talking Heads has preserved (or even established) such visceral identity while relinquishing this much aesthetic control. But in downplaying posterity for the sake of experience, Awesome sets itself up as the anti- Stop Making Sense , the anti- Last Waltz , the anti- Woodstock , the anti- Gimme Shelter .  Depeche Mode 101  trails a handful of fans on their journey to a landmark emotional event in their lives–DM’s 1988 show at the Rose Bowl — but D.A. Pennebaker’s film captures a sense of a moment more than any real sense of community.  Dave Chappelle’s Block Party   evokes moment and community as sort of a hollow auteur wet dream, with no less a force than Michel Gondry doing little more than pointing and shooting Chappelle’s swan song to swagger. By placing them in the context of a genuine community (and if you have ever been to a sold-out show at the Garden, it is about as communal an atmosphere as 20,000 strangers are likely to find),  Awesome de-mystifies its subjects. A man carts his running camera into the bathroom, while another tapes a concessionaire air-guitarring her way through the opening riff of “Sabotage.” One hapless woman turns her device on her relatively idle section, imploring, “Come on, get excited! We’ll be on the DVD.” Boyfriends shout lyrics in girlfriends’ ears, dances mimic each other. The most powerful stage presence, in fact, belongs to the Beasties’ DJ Mix Master Mike, whose showcases contribute the virtuosic complement to Yauch’s crude explosion of style. That said, for all I lack in Beastie Boys knowledge, their film’s reflection of unhinged New York musical tradition is unmistakable. “That’s the thing with growing up in New York City,” Diamond said Tuesday night. “I think at the time we grew up, it was like hip-hop was evolving, there were incredible punk rock shows, hip-hop shows, reggae shows. Everything was in New York City. And then at the same time, I think even when we started playing shows ourselves–opening up for Run-DMC and LL Cool J and all these bands on tour–we learned so much from them. Being able to study that and everything, that was like…” Horovitz gestured into the audience, “For me personally, I don’t know if I’d be doing this if my brother never played me Jimmy Spicer’s  Super Rhymes ,” he said. “I can name some shows,” Yauch said. “Like when Funky Four Plus One came Downtown?” “Oh, yeah,” Diamond said. “That was definitely a big deal,” Yauch continued. “Slits, PIL, Clash.” “Gang of Four,” Horovitz said, nodding. But are the Beastie Boys a  continuation   of that spirit? That is for their fans to debate, although I should not be so quick to pass the buck – especially considering  Awesome; I Fuckin’ Shot That ‘s influence, its magic and my slow assimilation into their ranks. For once, at least for me, the Beastie Boys are a sight and sound to behold. This piece was originally published March 29, 2006, at The Reeler, a blog hosted at Movie City News . Follow S.T. VanAirsdale on Twitter . Follow Movieline on Twitter .

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My name is Ciara and I am 14 years old. I am from a small town…

My name is Ciara and I am 14 years old. I am from a small town in  Ireland and cannot believe I am finally writing my Bieber Experience. During the summer of 2011 I bought the Never Say Never DVD when it was first released. On the inside was a competition to fly to America to meet Justin Bieber. I devoted my time entering this competition; 70 times a day for over a week. Three months later I got the email saying that I had won. I was going to meet Justin in LA. Two weeks after I got the news, it was my birthday and I was heading to LA airport. It was nearly a 24 hour journey but so worth it. On the Friday, we were brought to Paramount Studios along with some other winners from across the world. We were sitting in an empty dining room chatting and getting excited. At 6:20 Kenny walked in. Seeing Kenny made it all real . Kenny headed straight for the snack table. Then Justin walked in. He waved and thanked us for coming. We each got a chance to go up to Justin. I walked over to Justin who put his arm around me and whatever way he did, I held his hand for a few seconds. That made my life. I am getting shivers thinking about it. His hands were the softest things I have ever felt, that boy is a moisturizing machine! They were smooth and warm and tan. My mum was struggling with the camera so I took the chance to give him a book that my classmates and I made for him. He took it and thanked me and passed it to Kenny. He kept saying ‘sweetie’ and ‘sweetheart‘. Justin was so warm and his jumper was so soft. He smelt like he had just come out of the laundry. So clean.  With Kenny’s help, mum took the photo and he gave me a big hug. His hug was… his hug was life changing. He asked “Would you like me to sign anything?” I just stared blankly like a fool. Mum passed him my copy of First Steps to Forever. He brought out his own sharpie from nowhere. He wrote Justin in about 2 seconds. Then, he looked at the page for about five second looking confused. He drew a line and paused again. He then made the line into a ‘B’ and signed Bieber but before he handed it back to my mother he drew a little heart. The next people then came forward so my mum thanked him, he replied with “No, thank you, thanks for coming!” I squeaked a thank you and moved out of the way bumping into Kenny’s elbow. KENNY TOUCHED MY ELBOW. I was losing all consciousness . I stood at the side of the room shaking for the next 15 minutes as everyone got their turn. Justin then raised a hand (an extremely moisturized hand) and once again thanked us for coming and how great it was to meet us. Kenny followed him out the door. And that was it. I had just met Justin Bieber. -@Belieber_Nerd Read more: My name is Ciara and I am 14 years old. I am from a small town…

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Bird of Paradise: Celebrity Nudity on DVD and Blu-ray 5.1.12 [PICS]

The pickings are pretty slim this week, but we do have a few rare birds spreading their wings on DVD and Blu-ray: first, a sweet hint of skin from Andrea Riseborough and Abbie Cornish (or her body double, anyway) in W.E. (2011); then SKINtage sex symbol Dolores Del Rio shows off her seat meat for a rare pre-Code nude scene in Bird of Paradise (1932), and Nora Alexis makes a sleazier sort of history in “Godfather of Gore” Herschell Gordon Lewis ‘s final film, The Gore Gore Girls (1972), nude on Blu-ray. Plus, prepare to beat yourself senseless as sexy pugilist Gina Carano kicks ass in a skintight black outfit in Haywire (2012), not nude but highly punchable on Blu-ray. More after the jump!

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‘The Man Was a Giant’: NYC Film Guru Amos Vogel Dead at 91

Sad news out of Manhattan: Amos Vogel, whose championing of foreign and independent film changed the direction of modern cinema over the last half-century, has passed away. He was 91. Vogel’s Cinema 16 events, introduced in 1947, battled censors and opened viewers’ eyes to the likes of Roman Polanski, Yasujirō Ozu, Robert Bresson, John Cassavetes and scores of other auteurs — in some cases before the word “auteur” meant anything. He also co-founded the New York Film Festival, which this year celebrates its 50th anniversary as the city’s leading light of movie culture. Over at the Web site of the Film Society of Lincoln Center, which as recently as last fall hosted Vogel to kick off a countdown to this year’s milestone NYFF, Eugene Hernandez offers a nice look back at the film firebrand’s life — including a statement by Vogel devotee Martin Scorsese: “If you’re looking for the origins of film culture in America, look no further than Amos Vogel. Between Cinema 16 (which he ran with his beloved wife Marcia and which opened our eyes to Maya Deren, Stan Brakhage, Bruce Conner, Kenneth Anger, Cassavetes’ Shadows, and hundreds of other visionary films and filmmakers), The New York Film Festival (which he co-founded with Richard Roud), and his book Film As a Subversive Art , Amos opened the doors to every possibility in film viewing, film exhibition, film curating, film appreciation. He was also unfailingly generous, encouraging and supportive of so many young filmmakers, including me when I was just starting to make my first pictures. No doubt about it – the man was a giant.” Vogel, who turned 91 a week ago today, passed away surrounded by family in the Greenwich Village apartment he shared with his late wife Marcia, who died in 2009. Paul Cronin’s 2004 documentary about Vogel, Film as a Subversive Art: Amos Vogel and Cinema 16 , is viewable in its entirety below. R.I.P. [ FSLC ; Photo of Amos Vogel: The Sticking Place ] Follow S.T. VanAirsdale on Twitter . Follow Movieline on Twitter .

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MPI Launches Theatrical Label; Taps Distribution Vets

The theatrical specialty release space has a new contender joining the fray. Chicago-based entertainment company MPI Media Group is launching a new theatrical distribution label with an initial slate of seven titles and have tapped veteran execs to spearhead operations. MPI’s EVP Greg Newman will oversee the newly dubbed MPI Pictures, which will be led by former Wellspring co-chief and producer Marie Therese Guirgis who will serve as Head of Theatrical Distribution. Guirgis and Newman will attend the upcoming Cannes Film Market to acquire more titles for release under its label. Also joining the team to oversee the initial MPI lineup are distribution executive Emily Woodburne (formerly of BEV Pictures) and marketing exec Dan Goldberg (formerly of Wellspring and IFC Films). MPI Pictures will specialize in foreign-language art house fare as well as “high end genre and American independent films,” according to MPI. “”The audience for commercial foreign-language and independent films remains a flourishing niche in the marketplace,” commented Newman on launching MPI Pictures in a statement. “With the launch of our theatrical division we have the ability not only to release completed feature films that we acquire but also to release our own original productions. The commercial appeal of all our films reaches across all distribution platforms from theaters to Video On Demand, digital, DVD and beyond.” MPI Pictures’ current roster of seven films include Petra Epperlein and Michael Tucker’s ( Gunner Palace ) SXSW ’11 mixed martial arts doc Fightville , currently in release; Brian Crano’s story of two friends starring Jason Ritter, Bag of Hammers ; Mathieu Demy’s directorial feature debut Americano starring Salma Hayek and Chiara Mastoianni; Guillaume Canet’s drama Little White Lies with Francois Cluzet and Marion Cotillard; Catherine Deneuve and Romain Duris starrer The Big Picture by Eric Lartigau; Victoria Mahoney’s Berlin ’11 debut feature Yelling to The Sky starring Zoe Kravitz and Gabourey Sidibe; and crime drama The Heineken Kidnapping by Dutch director Maarten Treurniet. MPI Media Group is a producer, distributor and licensor of films, home entertainment, historical footage and more. Founded in 1976, Chicago-based MPI Media Group remains one of the largest independent entertainment companies producing and distributing narratives and documentaries.

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Strange Fruit Tells the Epic, Enthralling Story of The Beatles’ Failed Apple Records

The film : Strange Fruit: The Beatles’ Apple Records (2012), available on DVD via Chrome Dreams Why It’s an Inessential Essential : Clocking in at a mammoth 162 minutes, Strange Fruit: The Beatles’ Apple Records is an exhaustive new documentary about the short-lived record and film label that the Beatles used to release such artists as Badfinger and James Taylor. And while the absence of Ringo Starr and Paul McCartney and the lack of archival interview footage of the Beatles is striking (John Lennon only chimes in around the 135-minute mark), that’s also sort of liberating: The film takes a semi-critical look at why Apple, a label that was meant to have established artists promote new artists, never really took off. One could easily accuse talking heads like The Iveys’ bassist Ron Griffiths of having an axe to grind. Griffiths bad-mouthed Apple and said he was disappointed in their non-existent promotion of the band. But others, like Mojo Magazine’s Park Paytress, Apple biographer Stefan Granados and Beatles biographer Chris Ingham, all clearly know their stuff and hold no grudges. They also all have their own unique takes on the artists and history of the Beatles (Paytress is especially fond of Yoko Ono’s debut album Yoko Ono/Plastic Ono Band). Ultimately, Strange Fruit works because the filmmakers don’t have to be beholden to the Beatles’ sides of the story. That approach is almost immediately rewarding, too: The film quickly establishes that part of the reason why Apple was created was to help the Beatles pay less tax money than they otherwise would have had to. Apple Records’ financial failure is, after all, mostly due to creative mismanagement. It’s great to see Badfinger guitarist Joey Molland defuse tension by saying that he’s not mad at the Beatles but rather at the music industry in general. But it’s also more directly the Fab Four’s fault for not following through on their ideas and leaving almost all of their new artists in the lurch by not properly promoting them. How the DVD Makes the Case for the Film : There’s an interesting supplementary feature on the DVD where Stephen Friedland (aka: Brute Force) provides an emblematic example of why Apple artists like himself never really had a chance. Friedland was mystifyingly approached by George Harrison in 1968 to release “King of Fuh,” a bratty and deliberately button-pushing song that Friedland thought, at the time, was a sign of his “genius.” Along with McCartney, Harrison at the time was the only Beatle to take Apple’s mandate to discover and develop new talent seriously. But, after basically stumbling upon Friedland’s album thanks to a friend of a friend of a friend, Harrison casually called up Friedland, saying, “‘Hello, this is George Harrison. Just want you to know that you have a record on Apple Records.’” Because of the song’s risqué nature (Geddit? “Fuh King?”), both the BBC and FCC refused to play it. So as the documentary filmmakers relate through intertitles, even though Harrison “add[ed] string arrangements from the London Philharmonic,” EMI, the Beatles’ own record label, “refused to press or distribute [the single],” and, “it remained unreleased for years except for a small pressing by Apple of 3,000 copies.” Other Interesting Trivia : Of Strange Fruit ’s many interesting anecdotes, some of the most interesting are the ones about the artists that crossed paths but didn’t make establish any kind of working relationship with Apple or the Beatles. For example, apparently David Bowie and Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young were both considered to be Apple acts but didn’t quite make it that far. In the long run, that may not be such a bad thing… PREVIOUS INESSENTIAL ESSENTIALS The Last Temptation of Christ The Sitter Citizen Ruth The Broken Tower Dogville Night Call Nurses Simon Abrams is a NY-based freelance film critic whose work has been featured in outlets like The Village Voice, Time Out New York, Vulture and Esquire. Additionally, some people like his writing, which he collects at Extended Cut .

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REVIEW: Diane Keaton Loses Her Dog — and the Plot — in Darling Companion

There’s too much people and not enough dog in Lawrence Kasdan’s Darling Companion , and even if you prefer people to dogs, that’s a serious problem. It would be bad enough that Kasdan squanders the gifts of two of his lead actors, Diane Keaton and Kevin Kline, in this aimless, tedious and sometimes downright ridiculous comedy-drama about a fractured family brought closer by unusual circumstances. But he does a disservice to an even more striking face: That of a mutt whom Keaton’s character rescues from the edge of the highway, an elegant, spirited creature she dubs — what else? — Freeway. I had high hopes for Darling Companion in its early moments, particularly a scene in which Keaton’s Beth gives Freeway a bath. She’s just returned from getting him checked out at the vet’s, but hasn’t yet broken the news to her uptight surgeon husband Joseph (Kline) that the dog is going to stay. Watching Keaton as she kneels by the bathtub massaging shampoo into the pup’s fur — the attention clearly sends him straight into seventh heaven — brings with it a certain elemental joy. For this moment at least, Keaton’s expressive radiance has met its match: There’s so much life in both of them that you’d never imagine how far downhill things could go from there. But boy, do they. Written by Kasdan and his wife, Meg Kasdan, the script for Darling Companion dispatches with the dog early on (temporarily) to clear the way for a picture filled with husband-and-wife squabbling, the constant nattering of annoying future-in-laws, the airing of various neuroses and, I kid you not, heaps of faux-mystic wisdom from a beautiful Romany psychic. This is how it all plays out: As Joseph and Beth are recovering from the wedding of their daughter (Elisabeth Moss) to the vet who treated Freeway after his rescue (Jay Ali), Joseph takes the dog for a walk on a trail near the couple’s rustic-luxe Rocky Mountain retreat (as if we didn’t already have enough reasons to hate them). Freeway spots a deer and takes off in pursuit; distracted by one of his Very Important Surgeon cell-phone calls, Joseph fails to coax the dog back. Spoiler alert: Dog lovers will want to know that Freeway does come back, but not until practically the very last frame of the movie, by which time even his exuberant wagging tail is too late to save it. Most of Darling Companion is used up in the search for the dog, during which time the poor fellow becomes completely beside the point. Joseph and Beth are forced to get to know their future brother-in-law, Russell (Richard Jenkins), who has greatly charmed his fiancée-to-be, Joseph’s sister, Penny (Dianne Wiest), but who also seems to be a bit of a wheeler-dealer. Meanwhile, Bryan (Mark Duplass), Joseph’s nephew, who also works with him in his surgical practice, becomes entranced with the caretaker of Joseph and Beth’s vacation house, the exotic, with a capital E, Carmen (Ayelet Zurer). Carmen keeps getting psychic visions of Freeway’s whereabouts, and she sends the family out, in various permutations, based on the locations derived from this rather faulty sixth-sense GPS system. And in the end, guess what? Everybody likes and understands one another better, thanks to a lost dog and a Gypsy Mary Poppins. Darling Companion is all about how we need to keep changing and growing as we get older, which is somewhat ironic considering that as a director, Kasdan seems frozen in time – although we desperately need more movies for grown-ups, lukewarm reheats of The Big Chill aren’t going to do it. Most of a potentially terrific cast is wasted here: Wiest plays the same sweet, neurotic eye-crinkler she’s portrayed so many times she could do it in her sleep. Kline, generally wonderful at playing only semi-likable characters, doesn’t illuminate any corners of Joseph’s personality that might make you feel anything for the guy. Only Keaton, waving her arms and exhorting all those around her to please help her find her dog, makes any sense. Beth’s priorities are unquestionably sound. It’s the movie around her that loses its way. Follow Stephanie Zacharek on Twitter . Follow Movieline on Twitter .

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