Peter Yates’s police drama Bullitt (1968) is poorly written in several ways but is engrossing nonetheless.  It has to do with killers and witness protection, and it contains enjoyable action, but it’s a mostly quiet film.  Proceedings are quiet, as they frequently are in life.  Only now and then do people get noisy.  Correlatively, the hero—Steve McQueen’s Frank Bullitt—is a loner.

Also, it’s a profoundly American film.  The manly loner lives in a place of obvious, nonstop manufacturing, of urban construction and extensive roads.  He has an English girlfriend, however, played by Jacqueline Bisset, whose celebrated beauty is another reason Bullitt is worth seeing.

It beats me why Frank Bullitt isn’t a better protector of his witness, but this movie is fun and interesting in spite of itself.

Bullitt (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I never saw the original Footloose movie from 1984, but the story told in Footloose the Remake (2011) is pure rubbish.  It rattles along indecorously and, in spite of everything, it’s dated.  Yet filmmaker Craig Brewer concentrates on it as carefully as he does the dancing.  Big mistake.

Even so, at least the dancing doesn’t get shortchanged.  The music does.  Both “Let’s Hear It for the Boy” and a forceful White Stripes song get lost in the narrative balderdash.  Footloose should have been more of a musical and less of a drama.

The movie stars Kenny Wormald (Ren) and Julianne Hough (Ariel).  Ren is a teenaged know-it-all, Ariel knows nothing except how to have fun.  I wish to have no truck with either of them.

2008 saw the publication of the Marilynne Robinson novel, Home, which explores such common themes as religious faith, old age, personal failure, and forgiveness.  But, as it relates what occurs between Christian believer Glory Boughton and her prodigal brother Jack, it yields a boatload of meaning which is not terribly common at all in world literature.

It affirms that for spiritual and unspiritual persons alike, life happens, as when Glory and Jack’s elderly father, a Presbyterian minister, develops severe dementia.  Glory’s ex-fiance declined to tell her he was already married, and here the book paves the way for a message about how difficult it is for even a Christian to forgive.  Alas, more than once Glory proves she is, to an extent, an unforgiving believer.

In addition, Home is about the mystery of the salvation of the soul.  Glory says she is not certain what a soul is, but what is also evinced is that the salvation the minister father has long had is to Robinson so important that Jack wishes to convince the old gent that he now sees theological belief as valid.  Nothing less than validity would cause the author to wrap up the novel with the sentence, “The Lord is wonderful.”

Cover of Home: A Novel

From Taiwan, in 1994, came Ang Lee’s Eat Drink Man Woman, whose title might betoken a loopy comedy; but, no, the film is merely a serious comedy, or comedy-drama, not a loopy one.  The four-word expression refers to food and sex, and it may well occur to us that in Lee’s film not much gets in the way of “eat drink” (for such is life in a developed country) but much does get in the way of “man woman” (quite common in any country).

The major characters are Chu, a middle-aged widower and master chef, and his three daughters, Jia-Chien, Jia-Jen and Jia-Ning.  None of the daughters is married yet or even has a boyfriend, although beautiful Jia-Chien, a white-collar airline employee, attracts the attention of two handsome men with whom she might become only superficially involved, if at all.  Jia-Jen is a Christian who teaches chemistry and is virtually regarded as an old maid, but has eyes for a public-school volleyball coach.  Jia-Ning is a teenager who works at Wendy’s and gradually wins over a co-worker’s beau.

Physical needs and wants must be tended to; they make up the routine.  But Chu wants to know if “eat drink man woman” is all there is to life.  A person like the religious Jia-Jen proves it is not, and yet the complete blocking of physical, or sexual, pleasure means the denial of sexual-amorous love.  This latter, sexual-amorous love, is on the horizon for Jia-Ning, the youngest daughter, but Jia-Chien, albeit she has been sexually active, is simply groping for it and Jia-Jen is beginning to grope for it (for the second time in her life?) until success occurs.

The film is perfectly, imaginatively directed by Ang Lee—a fine artist—who wrote the script with two other men.  An unpredictable, moving story it is, played out by admirable actors.  And there is superb music by Mader, sometimes jaunty and sometimes sweet in an Erik Satieish way.  To me, this early Lee achievement is one for the ages.

(With English subtitles)

Eat Drink Man Woman (Photo credit: Wikipedia)