Based on a novel by Dodie Smith, who later wrote “101 Dalmatians,” this
1930s British period-piece celebrates the ragged elegance of a once-noteworthy
family, thrown into poverty by their brilliant father’s (Bill Nighy) profound
writer’s block. Teenage daughters Cassandra (Romola Garai) and Rose (Rose
Byrne) remain peach-cheeked and hopeful amid the ruins, and the whole place —
including a swimmable moat — seems frightfully romantic.
And terribly funny. A kooky Tara Fitzgerald (”Brassed Off”) leads the
charge as the girls’ stepmother, who tries to hold the family together while
maintaining her status as England’s pre-eminent muse. This involves a lot of
standing in the rain, nude. But she’s savvy enough to spot a meal ticket, and
sees two marks in the American brothers (Henry Thomas and Marc Blucas) in
England to claim their inheritance, which includes the castle on which the
writer’s family owes back rent.
The brothers’ arrival sets up a lively scene in which Rose, played with
eager charm by the bright-eyed Byrne, tries to woo the young men with her bad
piano playing and singing. The scene works so well because Byrne gives her
character a serene confidence in her own talents, despite all evidence to the
contrary.
But cynicism soon invades. Cassandra overhears the brothers mocking her
family, then discovers that Rose would marry Thomas’ character even without
loving him. At this point, “Castle” goes from fanciful to dramatic, a somewhat
disconcerting shift but one that suits Garai, who’s too naturalistic for
whimsy. Her character becomes protagonist and moral compass, and even enters a
romantic triangle with one of the brothers and a gorgeous, lovelorn handyman
played with touching earnestness by Henry Cavill.
Nighy is the movie’s real standout, creating a shell of a man whose bursts
of anger and ego are the only things holding him up. The father is not unkind,
just impervious to the wreckage around him.
Thomas and Blucas fare less well. Thomas (the kid from “E.T.”) just seems
out of his element, whereas Blucas mimics the swift, assured cadences of 1930s
movie heroes — a daring but distracting approach that should have been
discouraged by director Tim Frywell.
“I Capture the Castle” carries an R rating, putting it out of reach of the
literate, curious teenage girls who might have made up its audience. And all
for a little nudity.
This film contains nudity, sexual situations.
– Carla Meyer
‘GARAGE DAYS’

Comedy. Starring Kick Curry, Maya Stange and Marton Csokas. Directed by
Alex Proyas. (R. 105 minutes. At Bay Area theaters.)
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The films of director Alex Proyas (”The Crow,” “Dark City”) have been known
for hyper-charged visuals, grand apocalyptic settings and a mood of
existential despair. But his new movie constitutes a departure — it’s small
and it’s a comedy, about wannabe rock stars in Australia. Though the
storytelling is a bit lopsided, the slapdash quality is charming overall, and
the movie benefits from colorful characters and a couple of hilarious scenes.
Proyas’ enormous visual gift — which could also be called his gift for the
visually enormous — is like a giant in a birdcage here, and every so often he
can’t resist letting it break out and stomp around. It tramples nothing, just
adds to the fun. There are two drug sequences, filmed flamboyantly and played
strictly for laughs, and several instances in which he inventively uses words
flashing across the screen for comic effect.
The story takes a familiar formula — a band goes from rags to riches —
and plays with it. It begins with a band, headed by lead singer Freddy (Kick
Curry), performing in an enormous arena. But that turns out only to be a
fantasy, and a sex fantasy, no less. Freddy and his friends have never played
a gig and are trying to get a leg up, while coping with a bunch of
interpersonal problems. The main one is that the guitarist’s girlfriend, Kate
(Maya Stange), is in love with Freddy — but she is pregnant by the guitarist
(Brett Stiller). The other problem is that the guitarist is mentally ill.
Indeed, he’s severely mentally ill, and this worrisome element, though
unexpected and arguably daring, becomes a drag on the comedy. The movie seems
much more sure-handed in its comic moments, as when Freddy makes contact with
an oily impresario (Marton Csokas). The romantic element also works well,
thanks to the emotional presence of Stange, who also starred this season in
“XX/XY” and has become an actress worth watching.
This film contains drug use and sexual situations.
– Mick LaSalle
‘NORTHFORK’

Starring Nick Nolte, Daryl Hannah and James Woods. Directed by Michael
Polish. (PG-13. 103 minutes. At Bay Area theaters.)
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In making “Northfork,” the filmmaking Polish brothers, Mark and Michael,
had a feeling (a wistfulness, a sense of loss). They had a subject (the
destruction of a town to make way for power and industry), and they had a
vision. Indeed, they had a beautiful vision: This low-budget entry is as
stunningly and as intelligently shot as any film this season.
But they had no story. Hardly an example of unconventional storytelling,
“Northfork” eschews story altogether. In its place are empty gestures, cute
feints, meaningless scenes attempting to get by on gimmick casting and, all in
all, a bunch of utter nonsense. Audiences will be confused, but confusion is
not the problem. “Northfork” is numbing and inert.
The movie takes place in Montana, 1955, in the days before the entire town
of Northfork gets destroyed by a new dam. Nick Nolte, the town priest, is
preaching to his congregation, looking as at home in a clerical collar as the
Big Bad Wolf dressed as Granny. James Woods, along with other men in fedoras ,
are trying to hustle the last stragglers out of town. And a team of
supernatural beings, including a hermaphrodite (Daryl Hannah), is looking for
an angel.
The angel may or may not be a bespectacled little boy (Duel Farnes), who
happens to look just like Harry Truman, which is interesting — except
Eisenhower was already president by 1955 — so what does it all mean? Nothing.
But director Michael Polish, who wrote the screenplay with his brother Mark,
manages to string it out for 103 minutes.
What keeps the film from being a form of torture is its look. The
filmmakers adopted a consistent color palette, whether filming interiors or
exteriors. Grays and browns dominate. The colors have a muted, matte finish,
and yet seem metallic in quality, like a Magritte painting. To see “Northfork”
is to hope that the Polish brothers continue to make movies but stop writing
them.
This film contains some brief adult sexuality.
– Mick LaSalle
‘KILOMETER ZERO’

Erotic drama. Directed by Juan Luis Iborra and Yolanda Garcia Serrano.
(Not rated. 108 minutes. In Spanish with English subtitles. At the
Embarcadero and Shattuck in Berkeley.)
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It’s high noon in Puerta del Sol, the central plaza of Madrid, and the
combination of heat, humidity and midsummer indolence have triggered the
libidos of 14 disparate Madrilenos.
A low-rent hooker (Elisa Matilla) makes a date with an awkward accountant
(Alberto San Juan), but once she arrives at Kilometer Zero, she mistakes a
hunky young filmmaker (Carlos Fuentes) for the john and takes him home instead.
The accountant, meanwhile, ends up having a drink with a carefree gay dude,
who missed his hookup with an Internet date because the Internet date met a
sexy dancer (Victor Ullate Jr.) instead.
Missed connections. Serendipitous couplings. A bitter, 50ish wife (Concha
Velasco) who hires a beautiful male gigolo (Jesus Cabrero) and is shocked to
discover their shared past.
So it goes in “Kilometer Zero” — also known as “Km.0″ — a superficial
diversion from co-directors Juan Luis Iborra and Yolanda Garcia Serrano. The
directors’ objective, one gathers immediately, is to plumb the erotic energies
and psychological nuances found in the work of their compatriot Pedro
Almodovar.
Instead of cooking up a fresh variation of Almodovar’s spicy, pansexual
paellas, they’ve delivered a bland, contrived soap opera. The cast members are
nice to look at and occasionally give vivid performances — especially Merce
Pons as a desperately ambitious actress — but the offbeat pairings and foiled
expectations in this extended daisy chain are wholly predictable.
This film contains nudity, sexual situations and raw language.
– Edward Guthmann
‘THE SEA IS WATCHING’

Historical drama. Starring Misa Shimizu, Masatoshi Nagase and Hidetaka
Yoshioka. Directed by Kei Kumai. Written by Akira Kurosawa. In Japanese
with subtitles. (R. 119 minutes. At Opera Plaza.)
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Life in the time of the samurai in Tokyo’s Edo period (pre-1868) was no
picnic. A strict caste system was in place, and a woman who found herself
alone and without means might easily end up working in a brothel.
So why does this film about the red light district on the edge of Tokyo Bay
glow with sunlight and echo with laughter? Except for what the women call “the
work,” the brothel looks like a great place to earn a living.
The reason is the heart of the project, the director Akira Kurosawa.
Although he died in 1998, he still had projects in the pipeline. This is one
of them. Using his drawings and production notes, director Kei Kumai, channels
some of the dramatic imagery of the master. Kumai, who was chosen by
Kurosawa’s son, Hisao, to bring the story to the screen, doesn’t make it
obvious that this is a Kurosawa production, but the touches, especially the
use of light, are unmistakable.
It does, however, make for an unusually cheerful depiction of prostitution.
You’ve never seen such wholesome hookers. One minute they are out in the
street of the red light district, grabbing men. But when they are inside the
house they giggle like schoolgirls and fret over one another’s problems.
The story revolves around Oshin (Nagiko Tono), who, it is said, “has a good
heart. She shouldn’t keep giving it away.” Oshin keeps falling in love with
her customers, in particular a young samurai (Hidetaka Yoshioka) who hides in
the house to escape ramifications after he slashes an important higher-up in a
drunken brawl.
But the soul of the story is Kikuno (veteran Japanese actress Misa Shimizu).
Her part, as the older, wiser but still romantic role model for Oshin, has
all the subtleties of a great performance. Her farewell, against a star-
sprinkled sky, is an image that will stay in your mind’s eye.
It is, however, a long way to the climatic typhoon at the finish. Running a
full two hours, the film asks viewers to become caught up in the social mores
and caste system of 19th century Japan. It is a little like following a Jane
Austen novel. There are some things that are simply not done, as odd and
antiquated as the taboos seem. You’ll have to accept that to enjoy this look
at a distant time and place.
This film contains sexual situations, nudity and violence.
– C.W. Nevius