The new documentary Dreaming Walls features a dinner shared by residents of New York’s famous and famously under-construction Chelsea Hotel, as they debate whether or not long-gestating renovations to the hotel will impact its reputation as a den of sex, drugs and freewheeling counterculture. One woman is sure that the new management will bring new occupants and a new overall attitude, but another argues that the Chelsea’s bohemian excess is baked into its gestalt.
“Gestalt” is such a generally good word and it perfectly embodies what Amélie van Elmbt & Maya Duverdier capture in Dreaming Walls. The 80-minute film isn’t an overview of the Chelsea and its history of iconic and notorious residents, ranging from Dylan Thomas and Allen Ginsberg to Madonna, Janis Joplin, Bob Dylan and Jimi Hendrix. Instead, the directors deliver the gestalt of the Chelsea, the overall sensation conveyed by the building, its past and its scaffolded present. It’s a ghost story haunted by fame and celebrity, but ultimately much more grounded and universal than that.
Dreaming Walls
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A poetic look at limbo as a piece of NYC real estate.
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Venue: Berlin International Film Festival (Panorama)
Directors: Amélie van Elmbt & Maya Duverdier
1 hour 20 minutes
I’d add that “gestalt” is an appropriately frou-frou term for a dreamy documentary made by Belgian filmmakers about an American residential landmark set to premiere at a film festival in Germany.
Those interested in the tangible history of the Chelsea — built in the 1880s, elevated to cultural landmark status in the 1940s and 1950s, elevated to literal NYC landmark status in the 1960s and under various forms of construction since multiple waves of new owners took over in the 2010s — will probably be frustrated by van Elmbt & Duverdier’s film.
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That doesn’t mean that the directors don’t tease. The title of the documentary is made literal as van Elmbt & Duverdier project footage of many of the Chelsea’s most recognizable residents against the walls of a complex in chaos, sometimes over completed surfaces like the brick rooftop chimney and sometimes over the partially removed walls and surfaces within the building.
But this isn’t a documentary with talking heads telling funny stories about people you’ve heard of. That’s the past. It’s a documentary about what remains, whether that’s the exposed wiring and insulation in the hallway, the partially diaphanous plastic sheeting currently taking the place of doors, or the current residents, who are like the human embodiments of the construction happening around them, remnants tied to a glorious past and waiting out an uncertain future.
Many or most of the permanent residents of the Chelsea have either reached settlements to clear out — new management wants to make most of the building into a luxury hotel — or they’re in the middle of some legal action to remain, all prolonging the renovation project. We’re introduced to a particularly dogged cast of characters including former choreographer Merle, who wanders the hallways with a walker alternating between deep conversations with the construction workers and general calisthenics; wire sculptor Skye, whose visiting daughter — young people at the Chelsea are mostly confined to archival footage from the ’60s and ’70s — reads a Dylan Thomas poem aloud; and performance artist Rose Cory, who parallels her own transition to changes to the Chelsea.
We also meet Zoe and Nicholas, a married couple who seem to have some connection to a tenant board, and Bettina Grossman, whose particular Chelsea story — she started sleeping in the hallway because her apartment became too full of her art — became the stuff of NYC legend.
The directors avoid overly concrete trappings of documentary filmmaking. Sometimes the subjects introduce themselves and sometimes they don’t. Sometimes we learn details about their tenures in the Chelsea and sometimes we don’t. Sometimes we see their apartments in claustrophobic depth and something we might just see them staring wistfully out the window. More frequently, it’s just impressionistic snapshots of life in a decaying building, with Michael Andrews’ calming score connecting the haunting silhouettes moving through darkened passages; the slow navigation up and down a staircase that once appeared in a Mariah Carey video; the snippets of grainy imagery from when the Chelsea was a hub of artistry and joy, instead of people barely holding onto a place they once treasured. It’s a peace that’s interrupted by construction sounds or by Zoe’s irritated conversations with other tenants or unseen figures of authority.
The film treats the Chelsea as a poetic manifestation of limbo, each character contemplating mortality and immortality in their own way. There’s been talk of the grand reopening of the Chelsea for years, but to watch Dreaming Walls is to wonder if this is one of those projects that will never be completed, the hoists and scaffolding remaining in place forever, like the multiple wall murals painted by past residents.
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If Dreaming Walls overstayed its welcome — like several of these residents are trying to do — its ruminative pacing would probably drift into the realm of the sluggish. And it’s easy to imagine some viewers simply preferring the less figurative, more literal version of a Chelsea documentary rather than what slowly eases along in a state of fin de siècle mournfulness some 20 years after the end of what was probably the Chelsea’s representative century.
For a place with so much sensationalism in its DNA — this is, after all, where Nancy Spungeon was found murdered, among other mysteries and tragedies — Dreaming Walls opts for and achieves a quiet power. It’s not the individual elements. It’s the gestalt.
Hitting the three-quarter-century mark usually means a retirement home, a nursing facility, or if you’re lucky to be blessed with relatively good health and savings to match, living in a gated community in Arizona or Florida.
For Sylvester Stallone, however, it means something else entirely: starring in the first superhero-centered film of his decades-long career in the much-delayed Samaritan. Unfortunately for Stallone and the audience on the other side of the screen, the derivative, turgid, forgettable results won’t get mentioned in a career retrospective, let alone among the ever-expanding list of must-see entries in a genre already well past its peak.
For Stallone, however, it’s better late than never when it involves the superhero genre. Maybe in getting a taste of the MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe) with his walk-on role in the Guardians of the Galaxy sequel several years ago, Stallone thought anything Marvel can do, I can do even better (or just as good in the nebulous definition of the word).
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The property Stallone and his team found for him, Samaritan, a little-known graphic novel released by a small, almost negligible, publisher, certainly takes advantage of Stallone’s brute-force physicality and his often underrated talent for near-monosyllabic brooding (e.g., the Rambo series), but too often gives him to little do or say as the lone super-powered survivor, the so-called “Samaritan” of the title, of a lifelong rivalry with his brother, “Nemesis.” Two brothers entered a fire-ravaged building and while both were presumed dead, one brother did survive (Stallone’s Joe Smith, a garbageman by day, an appliance repairman by night).
In the Granite City of screenwriter Bragi F. Schut (Escape Room, Season of the Witch), the United States, and presumably the rest of the world, teeters on economic and political collapse, with a recession spiraling into a depression, steady gigs difficult, if not impossible, to obtain, and the city’s neighborhoods rocked by crime and violence. No one’s safe, not even 13-year-old Sam (Javon Walker), Joe’s neighbor.
When he’s not dodging bullies connected to a gang, he’s falling under the undue influence of Cyrus (Pilou Asbæk), a low-rent gang leader with an outsized ego and the conviction that he and only he can take on Nemesis’s mantle and along with that mantle, a hammer “forged in hate,” to orchestrate a Bane-like plan to plunge the city into chaos and become a wealthy power-broker in the process.
Schut’s woefully underwritten script takes a clumsy, haphazard approach to world-building, relying on a two-minute animated sequence to open Samaritan while a naive, worshipful Sam narrates Samaritan and Nemesis’s supposedly tragic, Cain and Abel-inspired backstory. Schut and director Julius Avery (Overlord) clumsily attempt to contrast Sam’s childish belief in messiah-like, superheroic saviors stepping in to save humanity from itself and its own worst excesses, but following that path leads to authoritarianism and fascism (ideas better, more thoroughly explored in Watchmen and TheBoys).
While Sam continues to think otherwise, Stallone’s superhero, 25 years past his last, fatal encounter with his presumably deceased brother, obviously believes superheroes are the problem and not the solution (a somewhat reasonable position), but as Samaritan tracks Joe and Sam’s friendship, Sam giving Joe the son he never had, Joe giving Sam the father he lost to street violence well before the film’s opening scene, it gets closer and closer to embracing, if not outright endorsing Sam’s power fantasies, right through a literally and figuratively explosive ending. Might, as always, wins regardless of how righteous or justified the underlying action.
It’s what superhero audiences want, apparently, and what Samaritan uncritically delivers via a woefully under-rendered finale involving not just unconvincing CGI fire effects, but a videogame cut-scene quality Stallone in a late-film flashback sequence that’s meant to be subversively revelatory, but will instead lead to unintentional laughter for anyone who’s managed to sit the entirety of Samaritan’s one-hour and 40-minute running time.
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Samaritan is now streaming worldwide on Prime Video.
According to a new report, Wandavision’s Matt Shakman is in talks to direct the upcoming MCU project, Fantastic Four. Marvel Studios has been very hush-hush regarding Fantastic Four to the point where no official announcements have been made other than the film’s release date. No casting news or literally anything other than rumors has been released regarding the project. We know that Fantastic Four is slated for release on November 8th, 2024, and will be a part of Marvel’s Phase 6. There are also rumors that the cast of the new Fantastic Four will be announced at the D23 Expo on September 9th.
Fantastic Four is still over two years from release, and we assume we will hear more news about the project in the coming months. However, the idea of the Fantastic Four has already been introduced into the MCU. John Krasinski played Reed Richards aka Mr. Fantastic in Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness. The cameo was a huge deal for fans who have been waiting a long time for the Fantastic Four to enter the MCU. When Disney acquired Twenty Century Fox in 2019 we assumed that the Fox Marvel characters would eventually make their way into the MCU. It’s been 3 years and we already have had an X-Men and Fantastic Four cameo – even if they were from another universe.
Deadline is reporting that Wandavision’s Matt Shakman is in talks to direct Fantastic Four. Shakman served as the director for Wandavision and has had an extensive career. He directed two episodes of Game of Thrones and an episode of The Boys, and he had a long stint on It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. There is nothing official yet, but Deadline’s sources say that Shakman is currently in talks for the job and things are headed in the right direction.
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To be honest, I was a bit more excited when Jon Watts was set to direct. I’m sure Shakman is a good director, but Watts proved he could handle a tentpole superhero film with Spider-Man: Homecoming. Wandavision was good, but Watts’ style would have been perfect for Fantastic Four. The film is probably one of the most anticipated films in Marvel’s upcoming slate films and they need to find the best person they can to direct. Is that Matt Shakman? It could be, but whoever takes the job must realize that Marvel has a lot riding on this movie. The other Fantastic Four films were awful and fans deserve better. Hopefully, Marvel knocks it out of the park as they usually do. You can see for yourself when Fantastic Four hits theaters on November 8th, 2024.
Film Synopsis: One of Marvel’s most iconic families makes it to the big screen: the Fantastic Four.
Dan Aykroyd and Chevy Chase have entered Zombie Town, a mystery teen romancer based on author R.L. Stine’s book of the same name.
The indie, now shooting in Ontario, also stars Henry Czerny and co-teen leads Marlon Kazadi and Madi Monroe. The ensemble cast includes Scott Thompson and Bruce McCulloch of the Canadian comedy show Kids in the Hall.
Canadian animator Peter Lepeniotis will direct Zombie Town. Stine’s kid’s book sees a quiet town upended when 12-year-old Mike and his friend, Karen, see a horror movie called Zombie Town and unexpectedly see the title characters leap off the screen and chase them through the theater.
Zombie Town will premiere in U.S. theaters before streaming on Hulu and then ABC Australia in 2023.
“We are delighted to bring the pages of R.L. Stine’s Zombie Town to the screen and equally thrilled to be working with such an exceptional cast and crew on this production. A three-time Nickelodeon Kids Choice Award winner with book sales of over $500 million, R.L. Stine has a phenomenal track record of crafting stories that engage and entertain audiences,” John Gillespie, Trimuse Entertainment founder and executive producer, said in a statement.
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Executive producers are Trimuse Entertainment, Toonz Media Group, Lookout Entertainment, Viva Pictures and Sons of Anarchy actor Kim Coates.
Paco Alvarez and Mark Holdom of Trimuse negotiated the deal to acquire the rights to Stine’s Zombie Town book.