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The Force is with Disney. Four movies into<br />
their re-launched Star Wars franchise, and they<br />
haven’t turned in a stinker yet. OK, so you can<br />
attribute that more to the overarching vision<br />
of producer Kathleen Kennedy than (to quote<br />
Han Solo) to hokey religions and ancient<br />
weapons—but the fact remains that, with Ron<br />
Howard’s Solo, this new incarnation of the<br />
franchise from a galaxy far, far away continues<br />
to move along quite nicely.<br />
Newcomer Alden Ehrenreich, who gave<br />
a standout turn in the Coen Brothers’ Hail,<br />
Caesar!, is tasked here with a heavy burden:<br />
playing a younger version of one of the most<br />
iconic characters in film history. This is no<br />
Bond or Batman. Harrison Ford is Han Solo.<br />
Except now, he’s not—and Ehrenreich does<br />
an admirable job of threading the needle, portraying<br />
the brash overconfidence and hidden<br />
softness of Star Wars’ smuggler with a heart<br />
of gold without tipping over into outright<br />
impersonation.<br />
Solo’s script, by the father-son duo of<br />
Lawrence and Jonathan Kasdan (the elder<br />
Kasdan co-wrote earlier Star Wars installments<br />
The Empire Strikes Back, Return of the<br />
Jedi and The Force Awakens), takes us back to<br />
Han Solo’s early days. Here, he’s a low-level<br />
criminal with dreams of escaping his home<br />
world of Corellia and becoming a pilot. His<br />
quest takes him first into the dreaded Imperial<br />
Army, where he serves as footsoldier, and<br />
then under the wing of cynical smuggler Beckett<br />
(Woody Harrelson), who himself works<br />
for the crime lord Dryden Vos (Paul Bettany).<br />
It’s only when the silky, sinister Vos comes<br />
into play that we get to the meat of Solo’s<br />
story, which involves the theft of an extremely<br />
valuable haul of fuel. Yup: It’s a heist movie.<br />
The fact that Solo takes so long to get to the<br />
heist, and that it trundles through three or<br />
four endings once the heist is completed, is<br />
its biggest flaw. Like many blockbusters these<br />
days, Solo could stand to trim 20 minutes off<br />
its running time.<br />
But, hey: At least we’re looking at an overlong<br />
good movie, and not an overlong bad one.<br />
Though Solo doesn’t break the mold, it’s a consistently<br />
entertaining galactic crime caper that<br />
benefits in particular from well-constructed<br />
action scenes and (as always) top-notch production<br />
and costume design.<br />
Donald Glover and Phoebe Waller-Bridge<br />
are cast standouts as Lando Calrissian (originally<br />
played by Billy Dee Williams) and new<br />
character L3-37, respectively. The latter is a<br />
droid obsessed with liberating her kind from<br />
the shackles of their “organic overlords”—a<br />
funny aside, and one that widens the scope of<br />
the Star Wars universe in a way that Solo could<br />
have used more of. With its familiar characters<br />
and occasionally too-convenient connections<br />
to earlier films, Solo doesn’t broaden the Star<br />
Wars experience the way, say, Rogue One (with<br />
its emphasis on the working stiffs of the Rebellion)<br />
or The Force Awakens (with its rethinking<br />
of Jedi mythology) did. As a part of the larger<br />
whole, it doesn’t feel particularly fresh. But,<br />
hey—Disney’s putting out a new Star Wars<br />
movie every year. Not every one can herald a<br />
change of direction for the franchise. Solo has<br />
an engaging story and interesting characters.<br />
This time around, that’s enough.<br />
—Rebecca Pahle<br />
MARY SHELLEY<br />
IFC FILMS/Color/1.85/Dolby Digital/121 Mins./<br />
Rated PG-13<br />
Cast: Elle Fanning, Douglas Booth, Bel Powley, Joanne<br />
Froggatt, Tom Sturridge, Maisie Williams, Stephen<br />
Dillane, Ben Hardy.<br />
Directed by Haifaa Al-Mansour.<br />
Screenplay: Emma Jensen.<br />
Produced by Amy Baer, Alan Moloney, Ruth Coady.<br />
Executive producers: Mark Amin, Tyler Boehm, Joannie<br />
Burstein, Johanna Hogan, Phil Hunt, Emma Jensen, Rebecca<br />
Miller, Compton Ross, Gabrielle Stewart, Peter<br />
Watson, Cami Winikoff.<br />
Director of photography: David Ungaro.<br />
Production designer: Paki Smith.<br />
Editor: Alex Mackie.<br />
Music: Amelia Warner.<br />
Costume designer: Caroline Koener.<br />
A HanWay <strong>Film</strong>s and BFI presentation of a Parallel <strong>Film</strong>s<br />
production.<br />
The lady author of Frankenstein comes into<br />
her own.<br />
A period piece for the #MeToo movement,<br />
Haifaa Al-Mansour’s (Wajda) Mary Shelley is<br />
a glossy, righteous look at the early years of<br />
the 19th-century author of Frankenstein. Well<br />
structured, well directed and starring a very<br />
good Elle Fanning, the film nonetheless suffers<br />
from that tendency to use characters more<br />
as vehicles for ideas than for exploring human<br />
character.<br />
When we first meet Mary Wollstonecraft<br />
Godwin (Fanning), she is a dreamy teenager<br />
of 16 taken to scribbling ghost stories in the<br />
local cemetery. She is in perpetual conflict<br />
with her stepmother (Joanne Froggatt, in a<br />
small, nasty role at entertaining odds with<br />
her good-girl portrayal of Anna on “Downton<br />
Abbey”). When Mary’s father, the writer<br />
William Godwin (Stephen Dillane, otherwise<br />
known to “Game of Thrones” fans as Stannis<br />
Baratheon), sends her to Scotland in an<br />
effort to temporarily subdue the domestic<br />
turbulence, Mary enjoys a fateful encounter:<br />
She meets the handsome poet Percy Shelley<br />
(Douglas Booth). Soon Mary must return to<br />
London, but her new love interest, equally<br />
smitten, follows quickly on her heels. Shelley<br />
begins to study under the literary tutelage of<br />
Mary’s father, who is in desperate need of the<br />
money Shelley can offer for the privilege.<br />
Stirred by romantic, progressive ideals<br />
concerning free love, Mary and Shelley—who<br />
is married and the father of a little girl—run<br />
away together. They’re joined by Mary’s<br />
half-sister, Claire (The Diary of a Teenage Girl’s<br />
Bel Powley), who will not be left behind. The<br />
three bohemians set up house in a narrow,<br />
dingy flat, but their joy is short-lived. Shelley’s<br />
wealthy father cuts him off as punishment for<br />
the scandal, Mary and Shelley suffer a personal<br />
tragedy (though it’s Mary who feels it the<br />
more keenly), and Mary must come to terms<br />
with the consequences of Shelley’s callous insistence<br />
on adhering to their “Love whomever<br />
you please” philosophy.<br />
It isn’t until the end of the film that we<br />
finally arrive at that moment for which we<br />
have all been waiting: the trip to the house of<br />
the gleefully misogynistic Lord Byron (Tom<br />
Sturridge) that results in the challenge, among<br />
the bored party of literati, to see who can<br />
write the most chilling ghost story. As the film<br />
makes very—even insistently—clear, Mary<br />
draws on all the tragedy that has surrounded<br />
her, from the death of her feminist mother<br />
shortly after her birth, to the abandonment of<br />
pregnant Claire by the libertine Byron, to her<br />
own disillusionment with Shelley, and creates<br />
her masterpiece: Frankenstein, or the Modern<br />
Prometheus.<br />
We haven’t quite finished yet, however, as<br />
one old, white male publisher after another<br />
rejects the manuscript, on the grounds that<br />
the material is not suitable for a young lady<br />
author, and, as such, would not appeal to<br />
their readership. Only after Shelley agrees to<br />
write the foreword to the book, which is then<br />
published anonymously—leading to the popular<br />
misconception that he is its author—is<br />
Frankenstein made available to the public. Mary<br />
is indignant, but at the end of Mary Shelley, everything<br />
works out in love and literature alike.<br />
Mary Shelley was filmed from a spec<br />
script authored by first-time feature writer<br />
Emma Jensen (with additional writing by the<br />
director). It covers a lot of ground over its<br />
121 minutes, but it is a testament to both<br />
writers that the story never drags, rather<br />
continuing to move forward at a nice clip with<br />
brief, punchy scenes. Al-Mansour goes all-in<br />
when Mary finally gets to writing Frankenstein,<br />
pushing the camera tight on Fanning’s face as<br />
Byron suggests they write their ghost stories,<br />
and depicting the writing process itself with<br />
animated sequences of black ink falling upon,<br />
and staining in spidery tendrils, pages covered<br />
in writing as Mary quotes lines from her book<br />
in voiceover. Otherwise, Al-Mansour’s direction<br />
is relatively unobtrusive and fleet. The<br />
costumes are also as lovely as one could hope<br />
of a film set in the 19th century.<br />
In all, Mary Shelley is sleek and <strong>2018</strong><br />
inoffensive—and something of a missed opportunity.<br />
Mary is feisty, she is intelligent, she<br />
is talented…and it seems as if she is almost<br />
always in the right. Even when she runs away<br />
with Shelley, she acts only in the name of love,<br />
and although she suffers a good deal of heartache<br />
because of it, the film never suggests<br />
her life might have been happier if she had<br />
stayed the socially acceptable course. More<br />
importantly, Mary herself declares at the end:<br />
“I regret nothing.” A rousing sentiment this is,<br />
but a hero who wrestles with herself, and who<br />
therefore makes us feel for her, in addition to<br />
simply admiring her, Mary is not. We may pity<br />
her for the tragedies she suffers, but when<br />
the time calls for it, she rallies beautifully. Her<br />
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