Since I last celebrated
“Netflix originality,” their prodigious production schedule has become even
more impressive. All these within the
past month:
Exhibit A: The Crown
(MC-84, NFX ). I loved the
first two seasons, but I adored the third; don’t know how to deliver my
accolades without inflation, but this series has already secured a place in my
top ten of all time (maybe in a tie with Borgen). As great as Claire
Foy and all the rest were in the first two seasons, the acting is even more
stupendous in the third, the production values just as spectacular, and the
drama even more finely tuned. Olivia
Colman’s Oscar-winning turn as Queen Anne was showy and expressive, but her
middle-aged Queen Elizabeth is an even more amazing performance, reserved but
deeply felt, showing the power of one tear versus many. Tobias Menzies makes an equally rigid but
more understandable Philip, Helena Bonham Carter a force of nature as Margaret,
and Josh O’Connor a poignant and true-to-life Charles. And so many of the subsidiary roles are
filled by familiar and welcome faces, from Britain ’s vast stock of high-quality acting. The mix of history and soap opera, the
personal look behind the impersonal façade of royalty, the blend of comedy and
drama, the farce and force of monarchy – all of it comes through marvelously,
sympathetic but not sycophantic. Peter
Morgan clearly knows this world, and the series continues the tradition of his
film The Queen (a story he will cover again in season four), and
his play The Audience, which revolved around the Queen’s tête-à-têtes
with different Prime Ministers. The
Crown does not take down the Royals with the sweet venom of Succession,
but has a similar vibe of voyeuristic vengeance.
Exhibit A+: The
Irishman (MC-94, NFX ). Martin
Scorsese has been there and done that with mob movies, but still has something
new to say within the genre. With a
personal point of view that enriches all his films, Scorsese in his late 70s is
understandably exploring the theme of aging and death. Even if our everyman is a hitman (or
“housepainter,” in the lingo of the source book), the film is about the costs
and consequences of survival, as well as the varieties of demise. Getting the band “together again” for the
first time, DeNiro and Pesci and Pacino do some of the best acting of their
respective careers, aided by computer-assisted de-aging techniques. DeNiro is the title character, a trucker who
forms a fortuitous relationship with Philly-area mob boss Pesci, who in turn
introduces him to Pacino’s Jimmy Hoffa, head of the Teamsters and antagonist of
the Kennedys. In a series of nested
flashbacks from the aged DeNiro’s nursing home, the film covers a large swath
of mob activity from the Fifties to the turn of the century. You might call it a compilation album of the
Mafia’s Greatest Hits, with excellent supporting performances from familiar
faces. It’s all very engrossing, and no
more violent than it needs to be, more about the nature of relationships,
family in every permutation, than about mayhem per se, which is notated in
cursory fashion. A film that moves
deliberately but seems much shorter than its three-plus hours, this is a mature
piece of work in every dimension, and a capstone to many distinguished careers.
Exhibit B: Marriage Story (MC-94, NFX ). At 50, Noah Baumbach has made
his best film since his third, The Squid and the Whale, which for me was
the best of 2005, returning to the theme of an artsy Brooklyn duo uncoupling, this time more from the perspective of the adults than
the children. Another point of
comparison is Kramer vs. Kramer, which Baumbach has matched or even
bettered by putting Adam Driver and Scarlett Johansson in place of Hoffman and
Streep. Add Laura Dern as her lawyer, Ray
Liotta and Alan Alda as his, Merrit Wever and Julie Hagerty as her mother and
sister, and you have one heck of a cast delivering the director’s cutting
dialogue, harsh and funny with an undercurrent of genuine sentiment and
sympathy. Then you have the time-honored
antagonistic opposition between NYC and LA, and even two wonderful performances
of Sondheim songs, along with a Randy Newman score. No longer slavishly imitating the French New
Wave, Baumbach has successfully incarnated its spirit into his own personal
story. What’s not to like? As long as you can handle raw emotion, and a rueful
embrace of truth.
Exhibit C: Atlantics (MC-85, NFX ). Having taken the Grand
Prix at Cannes , Mati Diop’s film is set in Dakar ,
Senegal , where construction workers at a luxury tower are
being stiffed out of their pay, and decide to take to the ever-present sea in
hopes of reaching Spain . One of the workers has a
beautiful girl friend, who is unwillingly promised to a wealthy ex-pat. The first part of the film almost feels like
a very engaging documentary about the intermingling lives of rich and poor, men
and women, Muslim and secular, cellphones and the supernatural. But then the story takes a magic realist turn
that leaves me behind to a certain extent.
I’m not going to give away any more, because the film is meant to be
puzzling, as well as lush and sensual. I
was absorbed by watching its exotic and alluring visuals, if not finally
convinced by its narrative turns.
Exhibit D: Dolemite Is My Name (MC-76, NFX ). Eddie Murphy makes a big
comeback as the real 1970s comic and “blaxploitation” filmmaker Rudy Ray Moore,
who revived his career by adopting the persona of Dolemite, an unabashed “deep
down in the jungle” character, both pimp and kung-fu fighter, as well as
proto-rapper, first on scabrous comedy albums and then on film. Craig Brewer directs a star-studded cast, in
a return to his first success, Hustle & Flow. The film is better in its first half, with
its focus on Murphy’s reinvention of his character, rather than the more
diffuse second half, about the slipshod making of the ridiculous project that
became a surprise midnight-movie hit.
Still, as a celebration of the rougher edges of black popular culture,
this movie shines (if you’ll excuse the expression, since it has to take what it's dishing out).
Stand-up update: I don’t intend to dig as deep as I did last year into Netflix’s line-up of stand-up comic performances, but
there’s one I want to highlight, while earnestly hoping they will soon present
Hannah Gadsby’s latest performance piece.
Just recently I’ve found another satirist to follow regularly, if not
obsessively, besides my handful of Daily Show alums, and that is Seth
Meyers. I rarely watched SNL when
he did Weekend Update, and have never watched his late night talk show, but
recently caught some of his “Closer Look” segments on YouTube, and found them
to be on par with John Oliver as extended riffs, informative and funny. So when his new stand-up routine Seth
Meyers: Lobby Baby turned up on Netflix (MC-tbd, NFX ), I tuned in, and have rarely laughed out loud so many times within
one hour. He’s sharp but humane, and a
very skilled performer, mixing the personal with the political, as much about his
wife and children as about Trump. Highly
recommended.