Showing posts with label presence. Show all posts
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Friday, July 4, 2025

Ten mid movies I've somehow seen twice

As you likely know, I recently passed the milestone of 7,000 movies seen in my life -- that's 7,000 different movies, mind you, and doesn't count rewatches. If you add rewatches into my total viewings, I'm well over 8,000, maybe closer to 9,000. 

But there's a milestone related to that as well on the horizon: 1,000 different movies that I've seen more than once.

Well, it's not that close on the horizon.

Kiah Roache-Turner's movie Sting on Saturday was my 921st movie I've seen more than once. This list doesn't concern itself with the number of times that I've seen each of these movies, it's just a flat list of movies I've seen at least twice.

At the rate I'm going, I probably won't get to 1,000 for at least a few more years. I tend to rewatch let's say an average of 50 movies a year -- some years more, some years less, that's the exact definition of "average" -- and of those, at least half are movies that are already on my list because I'd already seen them at least twice. So it could take more three years even if you're saying that I add 25 titles to this list every year, which may be aggressive.

Really, this is just an intro to a different thing I want to talk about today, the proximity to 1,000 just being my excuse, with Sting serving as my news peg, to use the newspaper term.

Sting is not ordinarily the type of movie I would rewatch, and I don't mean I don't rewatch horror movies or I don't rewatch movies about giant spiders. I mean that I don't generally rewatch movies that I found mid the first time -- forgettable, without any prospect of really gleaning anything further from them on a second viewing. 

Why did I rewatch Sting, you ask, especially when I only just watched and ranked it last year? (In fact, and here is a coincidence about which I would have written an entire post if I weren't already writing this one: I watched it for the first time on June 28, 2024, and I happened to rewatch it exactly a year later on June 28, 2025.)

My wife is writing a script about a giant spider, and I suggested we watch some of the available giant spider movies to get the juices flowing, or more practically, to acquaint her with things that have already been done in movies about giant spiders, so she's at least aware of those things if she's going to be writing similar things in her script. Sting was one of the movies I suggested, and it's especially important she be familiar with this one, given that it was made by an Australian director, as will her film be.

Anyway, it got me thinking about the films we rewatch and why we rewatch them. Generally speaking, I was able to break down the films that any person would rewatch into five broad categories:

1) Films that are personal favorites, which might be movies from your childhood or more recent eccentric choices that you happen to love more than most people do.

2) Films that are considered all-time classics. 

3) Films that have a certain cultural prominence or significance.

4) Films you didn't like so much, but other people liked, so you think you must have missed something. (Series on this blog where I revisit movies where I felt like I was out of sync with the general consensus, and there have been several such series, are covered here.)

5) Films that were so bad that you have to watch them again just to experience the shock and disbelief all over again.

When cable television was more of a thing, you might have had a sixth category:

6) Films that are on cable all the time so you watch them passively in the background. 

And for parents:

7) Films your kids demand you watch with them multiple times. 

Sting does not fall into any of those categories. It does some things pretty well, and I think I might have liked it better on the second viewing than the first, just a little bit. Generally speaking, though, it is a mid film that I never imagined I would really think about again, let alone see again.

So, because you know my mind wanders toward projects, I thought today I would go through the 921 titles I've rewatched and give you ten that are like Sting, that stand out on this list for the fact that I would never have imagined watching them a second time. I'll also give you a bit of the context for the second viewing.

So you'll note this does not include movies I ended up finding mediocre on a revisit, but was originally rewatching for one of those five core reasons. These have to be movies like Sting, which were rewatched for none of those reasons. 

I guess I could just get nine more because I've already given you Sting, but I'll get ten more. So it will be 11 total.

I should also tell you that I will exclude any films watched purely for my Random Rewatch series on The Audient, a periodic series I do with sometimes large gaps of several years between entries, where I use a random number generator to watch films that land in the corresponding spot on my Flickchart. These have included Who Killed the Electric Car? (serviceable documentary), High Heels and Low Lifes (which I liked but not enough to rewatch), Hollywoodland (which was mediocre to bad) and Sucker Punch (about the same as Hollywoodland). The series has been on pause for a while since I can't bring myself to program the deficient children's movie Doogal

Anyway, instead of ranking them I will just go alphabetically. 

The Big Red One (1980, Samuel Fuller) - This fairly unremarkable war movie had a special edition come out in 2005 called The Big Red One: The Reconstruction. I was assigned to review it for AllMovie, but I thought I couldn't properly comment on the edition with the different footage if I didn't have the original as a point of reference. So I watched both of them within a space of a couple weeks, knowing from the first viewing that I did not specifically desire a second. Mark Hamill is in it. I don't remember a lot of the other bits, just that there was a lot of stuff that seemed like a B+ version of things I'd seen in better war movies.

Dopamine (2003, Mark Decena) - When I watched Dopamine on October 9, 2004, it was during a brief period of about two years when I wasn't working as a critic, after AllMovie temporarily eliminated the use of freelancers. When the regime changed in 2005, they gave me a whole bunch of new, and by that I mean old, titles to work on. The ones I'd seen, I didn't rewatch any of them before writing my review, except one: Dopamine. Why Dopamine, a sort of sci-fi indie love story, and not the others? No idea. By the way, it's not bad. 

Event Horizon (1997, Paul W.S. Anderson) - I hesitated to include this mediocre science fiction horror in this ten, because there was something definitive that prompted my rewatch. Namely, it was that something "really scary" happened in this movie, and not just the scare quotes in this sentence. I don't remember what I thought I'd heard was so scary, but I thought when I rewatched the movie, my mind might be blown at that point and I would just know. Well, I never noticed when that thing I thought was supposed to be so scary happened, and the things that did happen weren't all that scary. I think I needed to do more research. 

The Final Girls (2015, Todd Strauss-Schulson) - For some who rewatch, there'd be a bonus entry on the types of movies they rewatched: "films you forgot you watched the first time." I suppose that also works for Alzheimer's patients. (I'm not making light. With my family history, I expect to be such a patient one day.) My destiny may contain a faulty memory, but today, I never forget watching a movie -- except The Final Girls. Although there were less than four years between my October 12, 2018 first viewing and my May 28, 2022 second viewing, I genuinely did not realize I'd watched the movie before. And it took me until like an hour in to be sure. If you can't remember that you even saw a movie until an hour in, that's a great definition of "mid." (Of course, I then finished the viewing. Naturally.)

Housesitter (1992, Frank Oz) - I said Dopamine was the only movie I was assigned to review for AllMovie that I felt the need to watch again before reviewing ... well, maybe there was one other. I can't remember for sure, but I can think of no other reason I would have rewatched one of Steve Martin's more forgettable star vehicles from this period, which is not significantly improved even by the presence of comic genius Goldie Hawn. I know I did review it so this must have been the reason. However, I think this might have been in my first go-around of reviewing movies for AllMovie, which started in 2000, because Housesitter is not among the list of movies I've rewatched since 2006, when I started keeping track of my rewatches. Then again, it could have snuck in between 2005, when I restarted with AllMovie, and my 2006 start date for recording rewatches. 

National Lampoon's Loaded Weapon 1 (1993, Gene Quintano) - And this makes three? A rewatch to review this is the only explanation for why I would have put Loaded Weapon 1 in front of my eyes a second time. I wouldn't say it's terrible, but it is by no means among the most memorable of the bounty of spoof movies from this period ... though it also might be terrible. Likely the presence of Samuel L. Jackson and the underrated comedic abilities of Emilio Estevez gave this movie some funny moments ... but you can bet I am not going to watch it a third time in order to find out. 

Pootie Tang (2001, Louis C.K.) - There was a clear reasoning behind my second viewing of Pootie Tang, but that doesn't change the fact that I knew it was mid and I knew it would be mid on the second viewing. When I saw this movie the first time, in 2004, I didn't really know who Louis C.K. was. The second viewing, in February of 2013, was conducted specifically to see if I would see some of the Louis C.K.-ness of it on the second viewing, now that I had seen and loved two different Louis C.K. shows. I did not see the Louis C.K.-ness. And now we're in a third Louis C.K. era, one where he's been rightly cancelled and has come back with a right-wing bent to his comedy -- and would surely not make a movie like Pootie Tang. As mediocre of a miss as it is, it's still better than anything he's got going on right now. 

Presence (2025, Steven Soderbergh) - Just this year. You may recall the circumstances because I wrote a special post about them. I watched this movie on a screener, even though it was another of my ReelGood writers who was actually writing the review. Then my wife bemoaned that there was nothing for us to see with my older son while my younger son was away at school camp, so I agreed to see it again. I don't dislike Presence to be sure -- in fact, it's in the upper half of my rankings this year -- but I don't think it ultimately works the way Soderbergh hopes that it works, there are some loose plot threads that never get revisited (so I don't know why they were included at all), and I certainly didn't need to see it twice inside two weeks. 

Trainwreck (2015, Judd Apatow) - This is probably the only film on this list where I have no idea why I watched it again. It wasn't to review it, because my then-editor at ReelGood reviewed it. It wasn't to discuss it on the ReelGood Podcast, which we also did, but did at the time of its release when my viewing was still fresh. No, this was watched about 14 months after I first saw it -- after I first saw it and found it among Apatow's poorer efforts, I should add. It could have been because my wife wanted to see it, but that doesn't sound right. Speaking of Alzheimer's, I guess it's fine that I don't remember the reason behind all my rewatches. Human beings are not perfect recall machines, and I'm probably closer to perfect than most people. I guess maybe I thought it was Apatow so I had to give it another chance, liking most of his other films? But I've never given Funny People another chance. 

Word Wars (2004, Eric Chaikin & Julian Petrillo) - Okay make that two movies. You can take your pick among the multiple reasons listed here about why I might have watched Word Wars again. I might have been reviewing it five years after my first viewing, having seen it in 2005 the first time and feeling like I needed to freshen up on it in 2010. But by 2010 I was mostly reviewing only movies I had just seen, having worked through the backlog a long time before that. I might have watched it again because I thought it would be better. (It's not bad but it's pretty forgettable.) But maybe I just watched it again because Scrabble is my favorite board game, and any movie about Scrabble might be worth watching twice. 

When I originally went through my list, I came up with a shortlist of 19. However, those extra nine were easily shaved off as they had other, legitimate explanations, like they were watched for a film festival and then also on opening night of the festival, or that they were too good to be really called mid, even if the decision to rewatch them was sort of random.

With the limited amount of time I have on earth, it's nice to know that I'm mostly rewatching movies for the right reasons. 

Thursday, February 20, 2025

Reversing the normal order for a repeat viewing

I'm coming up on 7,000 movies watched later this year. So yes, any chance for a "movie first" is both unusual and appreciated. 

How about the first time I've seen a movie for the first time on video and the second time in the theater?

At least, on its original run?

There are times where I saw a movie first on video and later, much later, caught it in a repertory performance in the theater. Strange Days and Donnie Darko are both examples of that.

But in the same, original theatrical run? Well the circumstances for that would have to be pretty unusual.

As they were on Tuesday night.

It was my wife's birthday eve, and my younger son was also away at camp. She wanted to take advantage of the time the 11-year-old was away to do things that were not appropriate for an 11-year-old, but were at least marginally appropriate for a 14-year-old. (We'll test the limits of the term "marginally" as this piece goes on.)

So she asked me on Monday if I had already seen Presence. I responded in the affirmative, and I think in a totally neutral tone, though my mind was more like "Please. What do you take me for."

(My first viewing, I should remind you, was in a screener that we got from a publicist in order for one of my writers to review it. I of course snuck in a viewing myself. So when I describe the first viewing as "video," that's not entirely accurate, in the sense of it being available for rental. But these days I use the term "video" to describe any small-screen viewing experience.) 

"Damn you!" she responded, in a way that was both purposefully theatrical but also indicative of real annoyance. See, she doesn't like that I see every movie worth seeing as soon as it comes out. Of course, neither does she arrange to go with me to these movies in a timely enough manner for me to review them. 

So I told her I would go again, but again compromised my own position of compromise when she asked me if I had liked the movie. I told her I didn't love it. 

I wasn't sure all day Tuesday whether it was still on the table or off, and some of it would likely depend on the 14-year-old, who had acquiesced to the outing the night before, but then was nowhere to be found when I got home from work. I thought by just not mentioning it, and him continuing to not return home, I could slow-walk the idea out of existence. I mean, I didn't really want to see this movie again -- definitely not so soon (only 19 days after my first viewing), but possibly not ever.

But she did ask about it again, and he did come home in time, so I confirmed the plan. 

This wasn't an entirely disappointing outcome for me. As you would know if you read my two (!) other posts on Presence -- and I promise this will be the last one I write, at least during the month of February -- I have gone through stages of interpreting and reassessing the movie. Without that exercise, in and of itself, making me appreciate the movie significantly more. However, I did think it was possible that knowing how the movie ends would create an active watching experience in me on this second viewing, to see how well Steven Soderbergh and David Koepp laid clues and obeyed the rules they had put in place. 

Plus, I really enjoy the pizza they make at this movie theater, which you can eat at a little table that comes out of the armrest, while you're almost fully reclined. So what if they don't take my critics card and I have to actually pay for myself and two other family members?

I thought I was being a good guy, a "go-along guy." Little did I realize, I was supposed to use my knowledge of the film to exercise good parental judgement.

Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

First off, they didn't like the movie. My son said it may have been the worst he's ever seen, which is obviously not the sort of assessment that should send Steven Soderbergh weeping in a corner. Kids are prone to exaggeration, perhaps even more so in their teenage years than when they were younger. Still, point is, it did nothing for him.

I guess I was unable to really read my wife's body language, because she didn't like it either, though what she said most was that she "didn't hate the movie," which is kind of a way saying you sort of liked it. I had thought she might have been into it, at least judging by one involuntary audible reaction she made near the end of the movie. I did definitely see her squirming a bit when the movie gets into the specifics of the skeevy behavior of one character. And in order to go into more detail, I have to give a spoiler warning for Presence, for the second time this month. 

The crux of the issue -- the thing I could have avoided if I'd been sensible enough to give her a content warning -- was that the movie not only has a sex scene (a very short one that isn't graphic at all), but that the main antagonist ends up being a teenage boy who drugs and rapes girls.

It probably wasn't my finest moment when I split that hair. "He doesn't rape them," I said. "He only murders them."

I find this to be a bit of a no-win situation. I had already stepped wrong by a) seeing Presence before it came out because I had an advanced screener and b) showing evident hesitation in seeing it again because I hadn't loved it. Even had it occurred to me that the content might make him or her uncomfortable -- and it did not, since I consider my son pretty aspirational in his movie tastes -- if I had tried to use that as a reason not to go to the movie, it would have sounded like bullshit, and that I was using every piece of ammunition in my arsenal to get out of going. On the night before my wife's birthday, no less.

So instead I became a go-along guy ... and paid the price for it.

I didn't get it with both barrels or anything. I think my wife realized it wasn't a given I'd consider the content objectionable enough to be triggering, and she knows she had to twist my arm a bit to go in the first place. I know my son has seen the most recent Scream movie and Barbarian and perhaps the bloodiest of all of them, The Suicide Squad, so compared to those movies, Presence is nothing. But I guess those movies don't have a realistic teenage psychopath who uses what is normally consider a rape drug, even if he "only" uses it to kill other teenage girls, not to rape them.

Anyway, I've now had the experience of seeing a movie on a small screen first and for the second time on the big screen, in the same short period of time.

And, you know, might just as soon not had it. 

Sunday, February 9, 2025

The stages of my interpretation of Presence

In a post written earlier this month, I briefly touched on my feelings about Steven Soderbergh's Presence, but that hasn't ended my thinking about the movie, especially as I've listened to it discussed on podcasts and edited my own writer's review.

Before I go any further, let me get this out of the way:

Spoilers for Presence to follow.

Before I'd had any of these experiences with others engaging with the movie, though, I had this pressing question:

Just why, oh why, was a dead girl's ghost haunting a house her friend did not yet live in?

You shouldn't have read this far if you haven't seen the movie, so I also shouldn't need to refresh you on the plot, but let's just say you've already forgotten Presence. (I might argue that it is not as memorable as it should be.) 

The film opens with a camera flitting through an empty house -- up stairs, down stairs, around corners, through vacant rooms. Before any actors appear on screen, we get the idea that this is the POV of a ghost, moving quietly through the space as if walking on ballet slippers. And, I'm sorry to say, this was as scared as the film ever made me, just putting myself in the shoes -- or whatever footwear it was -- of this ghost. 

Soon afterward, we see a real estate agent arrive to show the house to -- and this part I really do forget -- either just a couple of adults, played by Lucy Liu and Chris Sullivan, or also to their teenage children, played by Callina Liang and Eddy Maday. Whether or not the teenagers are present for this showing (no pun intended), we meet them soon enough, because the family does buy the house and move in. And all the while we continue to see the ghost watching them at the middle distance of about ten feet away, sometimes closer, sometimes running quickly to another part of the house entirely. 

As the story goes on, we learn that not only can the teenage girl detect some sort of presence in the house, but that this presence is actually the ghost of her friend who died recently, supposedly of an overdose, but, we learn later on, actually because she was murdered. How she knows this ghost is her friend is not important, because we suspend disbelief in a movie like this -- on some things. We know, from the beginnings of the traditions of oral storytelling down through the ages to the moving image, that there are certain people who have a sort of spiritual communion with the dead, and they just "know things."

The next thing, I would argue, is the thing we cannot accept.

If we are to accept that the girl, Chloe by name, believes this spirit is that of her dead friend, we also have to accept that Chloe is correct, even though we never get any proof that it's actually her friend.

So again, I ask:  

Just why, oh why, was a dead girl's ghost haunting a house her friend did not yet live in?

For someone whose scripts are as tight as those of Steven Soderbergh, who rarely asks questions he does not answer, this seems like quite the oversight indeed.

I thought for a moment this house was empty because it was where Chloe's friend had lived, so when she died, the distraught family had to move elsewhere to start again. Too many bad memories.

But if that were the case, then surely Chloe would know that her friend used to live there, and it would have been commented on. (And, of course, way too weird to actually go through with the purchase.)

Plus, it seems rather unlikely, though not impossible, that a family would move into a house in the town where they already lived; presumably they'd have to live close by if the two teenage girls had been friends. And then of course, if they lived in the same town, there would be no way not to know this was the house where a girl had just died of a drug overdose (or so they think at the time).

Then there is the possibility that the ghost followed Chloe there, but the sequence of events is wrong for this. 

So if you are looking for an explanation beyond something lame like coincidence or randomness, the only thing I could come up with was the idea that the ghost's perception of time is not linear. Either that means the ghost could predict the future, that her friend was going to live there, which seems like an unlikely skill for a ghost, or it was just that the ghost could see all times simultaneously, and placed herself in this house in order to communicate with the girl who would soon live there. If pressed on the question himself, Soderbergh might offer some explanation along these lines.

The thing is, there is no real evidence of this in Presence. All the events we see in the film are portrayed chronologically (maybe more on that in a minute), and only knowing a source of obvious inspiration for this film -- David Lowery's A Ghost Story -- would we even be tempted to offer up such an explanation. 

But if this film is like A Ghost Story, it violates one cardinal rule of that film, also a cardinal rule of real estate: location, location, location. As you know if you saw that film, Casey Affleck's roaming ghost -- really just a sheet with eye holes -- can roam no further than the borders of the property, and roams more metaphorically across the eons, on the same plot of land (a la Robert Zemeckis' Here), in the past, present and future.

The spirit in Presence, on the other hand, seems at least once to have been able to move from one location to another, and that's just too many skills to have if she, like the aliens in Arrival, can also see all times at once. There's no satisfying explanation for why she came here rather than staying in her own house, unless it was, indeed, just to save her friend from the romantic interest who seduced her with the intention of murdering her.

So I don't really like any of these explanations.

But then I got another explanation.

When I got the review from my writer, I finally asked him about this apparent quandary, because I didn't want to ask him before then for fear of biasing his writing. (He loved the film, giving it a 9/10 on our rating scale.)

His response:

"I think the ghost was her brother!"

Well, duh. Forehead slap.

I knew the ghost at the end was her brother, but my apparently really dumb and surface-level reading of what happened was that the first ghost, having accomplished her goal of waking up the brother in time for him to save his sister from getting murder and go out the window with the murderer, had moved on to the next plane of existence. And that she had been replaced by the ghost of the brother, just deceased. Just because we are getting the movie from the perspective of the ghost, it doesn't mean it has to be the same ghost the whole time. 

But that's just what Steven Soderbergh wanted me to think, because I am viewing events chronologically, and because I am naturally inclined to believe the impressions of a person sensitive to paranormal activity, because years of watching movies have told me I should believe them. 

My critic reminded me that the psychic character had told the family that a ghost could even be haunting the house "from the future," a detail I conveniently forgot or possibly waved off at the time, like "Yeah that's one of those things psychics say."

So I guess in this line of thinking, it was the brother all along, trying to alter events in his own past. It also gives a second meaning to the title ("Present(s)"?) and it also explains why the ghost is in a house with which it would not otherwise have a connection. 

I still have questions though.

Now, you can never fully disentangle the cause and effect of time travel, though many films have tried. If the brother is indeed haunting the home from the future after his own death, he would know that he had, indeed, succeeded in going out the window with the murderer. When the spirit urgently runs down the stairs to awaken the previously alive version of himself, so he can carry out saving his sister, it's basically just acting out a preordained series of events, which is not as satisfying as him making the conscious choice. I guess at some point he did make the conscious choice, though you could argue, he only made it because his future dead self forced his undead self to do it. Which is still a choice, but it's only a choice that's possible from the choice already having been made.

Then I thought about how it would really be interesting if, in some iteration of events, the brother had not saved his sister, meaning she was dead and he was alive. Then it could only be her spirit that was in the house, going back and trying to change events so that she lives and he dies. If that's the case, though, it's extremely problematic from the prospective of audience sympathy. Any character who goes about trying to save their own skin and sacrificing someone else, especially a loved one, in the process, is an asshole, and beyond redemption. So even though that's sort of a cool from a "multiple timelines, cause and effect" perspective, it is almost certainly not what was intended. 

Another thing I didn't properly interpret was what the final shot meant, where we see the spirit ascending from the house into the sky, and go to credits. Because I was fixated on the idea that the brother's spirit had only just become the occupant of the house, I didn't think the camera ascending in the sky could be his perspective, because his sacrifice would have to continue by staying in the house if he had just exchanged places with the spirit who had been haunting the house, which I had continued to think was the dead friend. So if anything, it would be the dead friend ascending to the heavens here, though I have to admit this explanation was lost on me as well. I kind of just thought it was a cool way to end the movie. 

So I guess this means the house will no longer be haunted for its next occupant ... but how soon will that be? Now an actual dramatic death has occurred in this house -- out the window of this house -- so the next buyer might be slow to buy it. 

And of course, this cannot be construed as a happy ending for the family, who has now lost their son, and whose daughter -- even if she looks sort of upbeat in the end -- has further trauma piled on top of losing her friend. (Was she friends with both of the murdered girls? I think she only references one of them.) Surely her mental state cannot actually be better after the death of her brother on top of that? Unless she was somehow privy to this time loop conundrum involving how her dead brother's ghost woke up her living brother and prompted him to save her from her prospective killer?

And then this killer's fate doesn't sit well with me, not any better than his mere existence as a plot device, which I actually think is the most troubling aspect of Presence (though I suppose necessary for the story Soderbergh wants to tell). I guess the idea is that Chloe was conscious enough, in the moments after he had drugged her but before he had fallen asleep, to hear his various serial killer rantings and ravings, enough to tell police after the fact that he had confessed to the other murders. But then she's just a single person testifying -- a single, potentially depressed person who is recovering from the death of her own friend and brother and might not be the most trustworthy source. I guess we have to think that some evidence somewhere will back up her claim, as it seems like this teenage killer was getting careless, considering that his plan seems to have been to leave the brother alive, and the brother could just tell everyone that he'd had a drink with the guy just before he inexplicably went to sleep and woke up to find his sister dead. Sloppy, even for a teenager.

Then there's one more wild theory that isn't supported by the text but I did consider for a moment. What if the brother was dead the whole time? That would explain the mother's fixation on him prior to that, effectively her own sort of depressed mental break, talking to him when he isn't there. Maybe this whole thing is somehow her own fantasy, or the fantasy of the father, who always wanted the son to be a better man?

I thought the end result of my journey into the potential interpretations of Presence might result in a retroactive elevation of the three stars out of five I gave the movie on Letterboxd. I don't actually change my initial star rating once I've entered it, but a film can change in my mind, and that change can inform how I rank it in my upcoming year-end list (upcoming in 11 months) or on Flickchart. Once Upon a Time in Hollywood was a recent -- well, relatively recent -- example of that, as I initially didn't care for it, awarding in only two stars on Letterboxd, until it became a four-star movie for me on my second viewing. 

But I'm not sure it has done that with Presence. Any new interpretation I get has a disappointing downside to it, once you start to pick away at the rest of what's there. 

I guess it's a subjective thing how much you care about these cause and effect questions, given that if a time travel movie -- you're a lot more likely to encounter them there than in a ghost story -- works for you, you basically disregard them entirely. So in the end, maybe Presence didn't really work for me all that well, even though I absolutely loved and was enthralled by the technique for most of it.

Or maybe it's just that it's always going to pale in comparison -- pun intended -- to my #1 of 2017, A Ghost Story.

It is, ultimately, disappointing to me that only the most literal interpretation of the movie was available to me at the time I saw it, so much so that a week later, once my writer had written his review, I was still pregnant with the burning question I posed twice at the start of this piece about the friend haunting a house where she never lived and where her friend did not yet live. If this theory could so easily have holes poked in it, how could it possibly by the most likely narrative explanation for a filmmaker who has always had a fairly stringent approach to storytelling, which manifests itself in movies that are likelier to run 85 to 95 minutes than 120 to 130?

The good news, though, is that I do regularly have deeper interpretations of other films. I don't always go for the "sucker's explanation," the most obvious interpretation of the text that points you to the most shallow but least satisfying explanation. I think it has to do with how much the movie engages you in the first place, and I think by the end, I had already turned on Presence a bit.

Because there are certain things that ultimately feel like failures of the script, no matter how you interpret the larger story and where it ends up. For example, there's the whole bit where the father is considering leaving the mother because he doesn't want to be an unwitting co-conspirator in whatever financial chicanery she's involved in with her work. We never end up learning what this chicanery is, nor do we see the father take the next step toward leaving the mother. So that thread just never pays off, and it seems like someone like Soderbergh should have recognized that.

Well, Presence has caused me to write nearly 3,000 words about it on my blog, so that's proof of it doing what a movie should do: engage me. And who knows, maybe this is only the beginning of my relationship with the movie, and there's a lot more interpreting still to do. 

Sunday, February 2, 2025

Exchanging one sprint for another

The last part of January and the first part of February are supposed to be a glorious time when I watch a bunch of older movies, either ones I've already seen or have not already seen, and don't so much focus on the collector mentality that informs the immediate two months before that, when I might see 50 movies from the current/previous year in time to rank them.

Since I posted my 2024 rankings, I have already watched five movies that I'd already seen, fulfilling that part of the deal. But by Friday night, when I watched my fifth movie from 2025 before the calendar even flipped over to February, the count of 2025 movies to pre-2025 movies that I hadn't seen was 5-4.

Incidentally, this has to be the first time I could already make a complete top five of the new year before January was even over.

It's obvious why that might be the case. Up until the last decade, but really maybe only the past five years, you had to go to the theater if you wanted to start compiling titles for the new year. And since many of the new titles released that time of year were not particularly appetizing, I often skipped them until they were available on video. Sometimes, I wasn't even making my first theater trip of the new year until mid-February.

Streaming? There was no such thing. And even when streaming started, the streamers were in the business of bringing you those old movies, the kind that would usually fill my first six weeks after my ranking deadline, not titles they were launching themselves as brand new content. 

But true enough, Friday night's viewing of Presence, Steven Soderbergh's new "horror" movie (more on those quotation marks in a moment), marked my fifth viewing of 2025, following Back in Action, Wolf Man, The Sand Castle and You're Cordially Invited. If I get my way and get out to the theater tonight, Companion will make that six movies by February 2nd. (I'm going out of sequence writing about these movies, for the purposes of time sensitive elements in some posts. I've already got a post about The Sand Castle -- or inspired by The Sand Castle, not really about it -- in the can, along with about three other finished posts that will one day see the light of day.) 

Easily my favorite of those movies, Leigh Whannell's Wolf Man, I have not even written about. And I'm actually aware of at least a couple other titles -- Dave Bautista is in one of them -- that have a 2025 release date on one of the streamers, but that I haven't watched yet. 

Now, I've still only been out to the theater once, for Wolf Man. That should have been how I had to see Presence, but this was the unusual case of a truly high-profile movie from a truly high-profile director that got offered to me as a screener at home. I guess they do that if they don't plan to schedule an advanced screening in the cinema, but I was surprised to see that for this one, especially with a director like Steven Soderbergh attached, and a star of Lucy Liu's general (but fading) prominence. 

And so when I watched it, it was a wee bit of a distraction to see my own email address burned into the upper right-corner of the screener, to safeguard against piracy. Not too much of a distraction, I think, to give the movie a fair assessment.

Which I don't actually have to do, because I'm not the one reviewing it. One of my other writers is, and given that he'll have had more than a week to see it and write the review before the movie actually opens on Thursday, and can watch it from his own couch, I hope it's not one he'll be able to flake on. (This comment is not to undercut him or any of my other writers, but let's just say I'm older than they are, and I understand my own commitment to the commitments I've made better than I understand theirs.)

I put the genre "horror" in quotation marks because I did not find the film to be very scary overall. I found it to be more in the register of something like David Lowery's A Ghost Story, which also does have a few frightening moments. And should ordinarily be a great point of comparison, given that this movie was my #1 of 2017, but I didn't find that Soderbergh executed exactly what I wanted from his POV ghost story, despite some great moments and an overall clear-eyed perspective on what he wanted to do. I think it was what happens at the end that didn't work for me, but of course I won't tell you about that.

Companion, if I see it tonight, could really get me back on track after a couple movies in a row that didn't live up to my expectations. It's got a 93% on Rotten Tomatoes, and it seems like a mix of horror and comedy that just crowned a #1 for me in The Substance. Speaking of #1s.

Now that I am, indeed, sprinting toward the possibility of a new record number of movies watched in 2025 -- a record I really don't want to set -- at least I think I might stop going fishing. What I mean by that is that on Wednesday night, when I watched The Sand Castle -- a movie I had never heard of before going into Netflix that night -- I went on the service with the intention of casting about for my third movie of 2025, not sure what would bite the bait. Now that I've almost doubled that total a few days later, maybe it's time to take my foot off the gas again and just go back to watching random crap from other years.