Cruz as historical investigator-turned-expectant mom

Ana (Milena Smit, left) and Janis (Penelope Cruz) meet in a maternity ward in Parallel Mothers.

By Richard Ades

I became a fan of Penelope Cruz after catching her 1992 film debut in Bigas Luna’s Jamón Jamón. On the other hand, I’ve never developed the same level of affection for the director who’s become her frequent collaborator, Pedro Almodóvar. Maybe I just haven’t seen enough of his work.

At any rate, I don’t share some critics’ swooning reaction to the latest Cruz/Almodóvar release, Parallel Mothers. Yes, it’s colorful, quirky, inventive and female-centered, as the Spanish auteur’s flicks often are. But it also has elements that don’t quite fit together, to the extent that it seems like two separate films.  

First, there’s the story of 40-ish photographer Janis (Cruz) and her quest to excavate the suspected graves of her great-grandfather and other townspeople who were executed by the fascists during the Spanish Civil War. This puts her in touch with Arturo (Israel Elejalde), a forensic anthropologist connected to a group that’s willing to pay for the work.

But then Janis becomes pregnant following a tryst with the handsome Arturo, and the historical investigation is set aside to make room for what transpires next. This mostly involves Ana (Milena Smit), an equally pregnant teenager whom Janis meets at the hospital. The two women end up giving birth at about the same time, after which their babies are simultaneously separated from them for observation.

You can probably guess what happens next, as it’s a plot device that’s been used in both comedy and melodrama. Here, it leads to problems between Janis and Arturo, who says her baby doesn’t look like him and can’t possibly be his. But the real complications develop between Janis and Ana, whose lives become entwined even though only one of them is aware that the hospital may have made a mistake.

Thanks to the always-watchable Cruz and a confident performance by Smit as the fast-maturing Ana, it’s a pleasure to watch writer-director Almodóvar send the pair through his typically convoluted twists and turns. Still, there’s not as much dramatic pay-off as one might hope. And besides, whatever happened to that planned excavation and its implied critique of Spain’s fascist past?

As it happens, the historical/political theme reappears at the end, where it comes off as a mere bookend to the main body of the film. The upshot is that it has less power than it might have had.

Almodóvar can do better, as he’s proved in flicks such as Volver, a 2006 comedy-drama that stars Cruz as a woman entrapped in Hitchcockian intrigue and family friction involving sisters, mothers and daughters. Like the new film, it’s lively and convoluted. But unlike the new film, it all comes together at the end.

If only Parallel Mothers did the same, it would seem like a unified work rather than a pleasant tale wrapped in a political dust jacket.   

Rating: 3 stars (out of 5)

Parallel Mothers (rated R) opens Jan. 28 in select theaters, including Central Ohio’s Drexel Theatre, Gateway Film Center, AMC Dine-In Easton Town Center 30 and Marcus Crosswords Cinema.

Death, infidelity and an old red Saab

Thespian Yusuke Kafuku (Hidetoshi Nishijima) reluctantly lets Misaki Watari (Toko Miura) take the wheel of his beloved Saab in Drive My Car.

By Richard Ades

Loss, anger and guilt are at the centers of two movies I caught recently: The Lost Daughter and Drive My Car. The former mainly gives Olivia Colman a chance to show off her acting chops, while the latter is pretty close to perfect.

Not to dismiss Maggie Gyllenhaal’s directing debut completely, but I just don’t share the high opinion most critics seem to have of The Lost Daughter. As strong a talent as Colman is, she can’t rise above a film that seems artificially suspenseful and gets bogged down in flashbacks that aren’t particularly interesting. Also, at two hours, it seems unnecessarily long.

On the other hand, Japan’s Drive My Car runs for three hours, and not one moment seems superfluous. Director Ryusuke Hamaguchi takes his time, to be sure, but every scene contributes to and builds toward the cathartic finale. And though its central character, like Daughter’s, is haunted by the past, the film isn’t burdened by excessive flashbacks.

That’s largely because Hamaguchi feeds us the necessary background information via an extended prologue that runs for some 40 minutes. (We know it’s a prologue because the “opening credits” don’t even appear until it’s over.) In it, we’re introduced to Yusuke Kafuku (Hidetoshi Nishijima), a theatrical actor and director, and his wife, Oto (Reika Kirishima), who writes for television. We learn that the couple share a supportive and oddly creative relationship: After sex, Oto relates imaginative stories that Yusuke parrots back to her the following day, inspiring her future scripts.

However, the two also share pain over the daughter they lost when she was only 4, leaving them childless. Another complication is the secret grief Yusuke feels after coming home unexpectedly one day and finding Oto making love with a young actor named Koji Takatsuki (Masaki Okada). Though Yusuke doesn’t confront his wife about his discovery, it seems to create tension between them that may be on the verge of coming to a head when Oto suddenly succumbs to an unexpected health crisis.

Yusuke Kafuku (Hidetoshi Nishijima) drops off his wife, Oto (Reika Kirishima), during the film’s extended prologue.

After setting the stage with this crucial background information, director/co-writer Hamaguchi finally plunges into the development that gives the story its name: Two years later, Yusuke climbs into his beloved red Saab and drives to a Hiroshima theater festival where he’s been hired to direct and possibly star in an ambitious, multilingual production of Chekhov’s Uncle Vanya.

Once there, Yusuke learns that festival rules require him to be driven to and from the rehearsal venue, a disappointment because he cherishes the solitude that driving provides, plus he uses the time to study his lines with the help of a cassette tape his wife recorded before her death. It’s only at the insistence of festival officials that he agrees to accept the services of Misaki Watari (Toko Miura), a stoic young woman who treats her driving responsibilities as a sacred duty.

Another shock arrives when a familiar but unwelcome face shows up at the auditions for Uncle Vanya: Koji, who has sought out the opportunity to work with the widower of the woman he loved and admired. The younger man’s connection to his late wife threatens to unleash the complicated feelings of anger, grief and guilt that Yusuke has struggled to contain since her demise.

Meanwhile, an even more profound relationship begins to develop between him and the dutiful driver Misaki, who has her own painful past and is, he learns, the same age his daughter would have been if she’d survived childhood. No wonder Yusuke finds it increasingly hard to deal with Chekhov’s Uncle Vanya and its pessimistic philosophizing about the disappointments of existence.

With its gentle, patient exploration of life’s challenges, buoyed by exquisitely restrained performances by stars Nishijima and Miura, Drive My Car can’t help reminding me of the film that first turned me on to Japanese cinema: Yasujiro Ozu’s Tokyo Story. That 1953 classic is considered a masterpiece, and Drive My Car may well be the same. At the very least, it should be a top contender in this year’s Academy Awards.

Rating: 4½ stars (out of 5)

Drive My Car, available only in theaters, opens Jan. 14 at Central Ohio’s Drexel Theatre and Gateway Film Center.

Columbus critics make their choices for 2021

The Columbus Film Critics Association (COFCA), consisting of critics from the Central Ohio area, recently released its picks for the best of 2021. The list is below:

Best Film

  1. The Power of the Dog
  2. Licorice Pizza
  3. West Side Story
  4. Belfast
  5. Summer of Soul (…Or, When the Revolution Could Not Be Televised)
  6. Pig
  7. C’mon C’mon
  8. The Tragedy of Macbeth
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  10. Dune

Best Director

  • Jane Campion, The Power of the Dog
  • Runner-up: Steven Spielberg, West Side Story
Benedict Cumberbatch in The Power of the Dog

Best Actor

  • Benedict Cumberbatch, The Power of the Dog
  • Runner-up: Nicolas Cage, Pig

Best Actress

  • Alana Haim, Licorice Pizza
  • Runner-up: Olivia Colman, The Lost Daughter

Best Supporting Actor

  • Kodi Smit-McPhee, The Power of the Dog
  • Runner-up: Troy Kotsur, CODA

Best Supporting Actress

  • Ruth Negga, Passing
  • Runner-up: Kirsten Dunst, The Power of the Dog

Best Ensemble

  • The Power of the Dog
  • Runner-up: The Harder They Fall

Actor of the Year (for an exemplary body of work)

  • Benedict Cumberbatch (The Electrical Life of Louis WainThe MauritanianThe Power of the Dog, and Spider-Man: No Way Home)
  • Runner-up: Andrew Garfield (The Eyes of Tammy FayeSpider-Man: No Way Home, and tick,
    tick…BOOM!)

Breakthrough Film Artist

  • Alana Haim, Licorice Pizza – (for acting)
  • Runner-up: Jude Hill, Belfast – (for acting)

Best Cinematography

  • Bruno Delbonnel, The Tragedy of Macbeth
  • Runner-up: Ari Wegner, The Power of the Dog

Best Film Editing

  • Sarah Broshar and Michael Kahn, West Side Story
  • Runner-up: Peter Sciberras, The Power of the Dog

Best Adapted Screenplay

  • Jane Campion, The Power of the Dog
  • Runner-up: Tony Kushner, West Side Story

Best Original Screenplay

  • Paul Thomas Anderson, Licorice Pizza
  • Runner-up: Kenneth Branagh, Belfast

Best Score

  • Jonny Greenwood, The Power of the Dog
  • Runner-up: Jonny Greenwood, Spencer

Best Documentary

  • Summer of Soul (…Or, When the Revolution Could Not Be Televised)
  • Runner-up: Flee

Best Foreign Language Film

  • Drive My Car (Doraibu mai kâ)
  • Runner-up: Flee

Best Animated Film

  • The Mitchells vs. the Machines
  • Runner-up: Flee

Best Overlooked Film

  • Riders of Justice (Retfærdighedens ryttere)
  • Runner-up: Nine Days