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The franchise centers on a shitamachi neighborhood in Tokyo that has characters like the failed cartoonist Ryunosuke (Hidetaka Yoshioka) and his love, a former barista, Hiromi (Koyuki). The focal point of this story is Mutsuko (the lovely Maki Horikita), who has worked in the Suzuki auto repair shop since high school. Now a young woman, she is ready to marry, but is her beau serious or a philandering louse? The subplot concerns Ryunosuke’s adopted son Junnosuke (Kenta Suga) who wants to be a cartoonist, much to his dad’s chagrin. The soap opera-like saga will please those who like the genre and puzzle those who don’t.

English title: Always: Sunset on 3rd Street ’64; 144 min

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Based on an autobiographical account by Sam Childers, an ex-con Hell’s Angel who found God and went off to save orphans in Sudan, this one has action, drama and a socially conscious message. Unfortunately, none of this is done particularly well. Furthermore, Childers has been accused of being little more than a mercenary and of making himself more heroic than facts would indicate. The film is further weakened by the enraged scenery-chewing that the increasingly tiresome Gerard Butler considers acting. Finally, it’s a bit, well, preachy. I applaud the sentiment, but don’t expect Hotel Rwanda.

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A few months after his mother passes away, Oliver (an excellent Ewan McGregor), an artist and idly melancholy commitment-phobe, is informed by his 75-year-old father (an even better Christopher Plummer), with some pride and considerable relief, that he is gay. Oliver has no problem with the revelation per se, but what affects him most is the exuberance with which his dad embraces his new lifestyle with his new, much younger boyfriend—not because he begrudges the man his happiness, but because it underlines his own longstanding inability to accept love, notably that being offered by his current actress squeeze (played nicely by Melanie Laurent). The story moves fluidly among three time frames: Oliver’s childhood flashbacks, the period between his dad’s outing himself and his death, and then a time after he is gone. At the bottom line, this honest and sincere (and, by the way, semi-autobiographical) tale about both romantic and filial love from Mike Mills (Thumbsucker) is about hope and a kind of never-too-late optimism. All this soul-searching is frequently leavened by some wonderful wry humor. Like the Jack Russell terrier with his subtitled observations on the human condition.

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Willem Dafoe is an “industrial mercenary” hired by a shady biotech company to kill the last Tasmanian tiger for a potentially profitable hormone. He is billeted at the home of a missing (why?) zoologist, where the wife (Frances O’Connor) is catatonic and the two spirited kids fend for themselves. “Uncle” Jack, played by Sam Neill (friend or foe?), helps out. The lone hunter bonds with this lonely family, but his disguise as a researcher dangerously angers the local loggers. Way better than I’m making it sound. Character-driven, gorgeous cinematography, and I like the way the music ups the tension.

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In this tiresomely mediocre attempt to shoehorn Beauty and the Beast into the age of text messaging and high-school popularity politics, a good-looking and popular, but egomaniacal, prep school kid (the astoundingly limited Alex Pettyfer of I Am Number Four) is transformed by a miffed witch classmate into a hideous monster (but still one sexy and stylish enough for the target Twilight tweens). He must obtain a confession of true love from a girl (the annoying Vanessa Hudgens of High School Musical) within a year or he’ll stay that way. Snore. Choppy, perfunctory, brain dead and lives up to its name.

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When the meticulous manager (Ben Stiller) of a prestigious NYC apartment building learns that the penthouse occupant (Alan Alda) has stolen through a ponzi scheme the pension funds of all the building’s employees, he thinks they should break into the unit to retrieve the loot. Or something. Since none of them are burglars, they enlist the help of a questionable “crime expert” (Eddie Murphy, back in form). This commercial product kind of works as a screwball caper comedy, but the plot is just too preposterous—and the heist plan too dumb—to really get behind. Great cast.

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The face of American law enforcement for almost 50 years, J. Edgar Hoover was revered, reviled, feared and admired, but rarely understood. Now Clint Eastwood, working from a script by Milk screenwriter Dustin Lance Black, takes a stab at that last one. The film has received its share of pans along with the raves, mostly for its staid approach. The criticism is understandable, given the man’s complex, contradictory nature. True, it’s pretty straightforward, and even lags in spots, but it eschews sentimentality and condescension. It addresses directly but does not sensationalize Hoover’s very likely but probably suppressed homosexuality (though he refused to hire gays), his relationship with his mother (Judi Dench), a religious homophobe, and his keeping of secret files on Americans “for their own good.” Contradictory, see? Hoover’s relationship with official aide and lifelong companion Clyde Tolson (Armie Hammer) is handled with taste and skill. Can you imagine a more difficult, uncharismatic character for an actor to disappear into? But Leonardo DiCaprio does. He does. So now I understand. I think. But, still, I left the theater feeling emotionally distant from the subject; not my usual experience with Eastwood movies.

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Tired of haunted-house movies that rely on gore and mere “Boo!” moments? Then try on this scarier-than-most effort from writer/producer Guillermo del Toro (Pan’s Labyrinth). A lonely 10-year-old girl (an astounding Bailee Madison) trying to deal with her new life in an impossibly gothic manor with her workaholic dad (Guy Pearce) and potential stepmother (Katie Holmes) releases these rat-size, not-so-cute Tooth-Fairy beasties, which then begin to stalk and torment her. Unless the lights are on. Quibble: the CG monsters, though gradually revealed, were scarier when you could only imagine them.

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A bland young British doctor working in an American hospital (a bland, perfectly cast Orlando Bloom) uses his knowledge of internal medicine to keep a pretty, easily treatable young girl under his care. When she dies, he finds it necessary to commit an escalating series of crimes and murders to elude detection. His milquetoast manner helps in this subterfuge, but it is not at all entertaining. Bloom’s abominable character is more pathetic than sympathetic, difficult to relate to or even want to understand. Kind of like the actor. This pointless, half-baked psychodrama is a big yawn.

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Perhaps even George Romero never thought of staging a zombie movie in the harsh, withering arena of West Africa, but British filmmaking brothers Howard J. and Jonathan Ford did, and it works. Indeed, the Dark Continent’s ravaged geopolitical reputation adds an exceedingly disturbing authenticity, if that’s the word. A white military engineer (Rob Freeman) seeking rescue and a native soldier (Prince David Oseia) seeking his son combine forces in a kind of road movie and fight their way through relentless armies of traditional, slowly shuffling, eerily white-eyed black undead. Gorgeous cinematography.

Note to any remaining Adam Sandler fans that still doubt the man’s deep contempt for his audience: go see this slapdash, noxious collection of bodily-fluid references, racist Latino jokes, farts, poorly conceived sight gags and blatant product placement (notably a cruise line). You’ll get what you deserve, but you’ll be cured. Sandler plays a regular Joe who dreads the Thanksgiving visit of his socially abhorrent twin sister, also played, ineptly and lazily, by Sandler in lipstick. Laughing yet? And note to Al Pacino: you provided the film’s only watchable moments. But get a new agent.

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About what you’d expect from a tardy and needless sequel (Johnny English Resuscitated?) to the not-that-funny 2003 James Bond sendup, a concept that was done better anyway in the Austin Powers movies. But determined fans of the still lovable Rowan Atkinson doing things like dangerously misusing the latest spy weaponry, badly misjudging dire situations, taking multiple shots to the groin and beating elderly ladies senseless will be amused, though these are mostly children (for whom the film is a tad too violent). Sporadically funny and not entirely terrible, but it never really takes off.

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High-school student Sumida (Shota Sometani) lives in a ramshackle boathouse with his drunken mother who, literally, brings home a different man every night. His drunken father only turns up rarely to give him a good beating, steal money and let be known his desire to see him dead. In between being thrashed by an assortment of yakuza and family members, Sumida occasionally drops by school where Chazawa (Fumi Nikaido), a twisted rich girl, is crazy in love with him (emphasis on the crazy, like stalker crazy).

The atmosphere of this pic is cemented as Chazawa’s mom builds a gallows for her, encouraging her to hang when it’s completed. While the majority of the screen time is face smashing, Sono sees fit to change the tone completely and work in schlocky romantic scenes between the two students, use classical French poetry and Mozart. Shrill times ten, weirdly both repetitive and wildly uneven, this is unwatchable, “even” for Sono Sion. (128 min)

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Apparently the only thing Joshua’s heroin-addict mother ever did right was to shield him from her brothers, a vicious family of feral thugs dys-functioning in the Darwinian lower levels of the Melbourne underworld. The clan is presided over by the teen’s grandmother, a sweet-faced woman nicknamed “Mama Smurf” who’s ready and willing to eat her young for the sake of self-preservation. But his mom’s fatal overdose lands the hulking teenager right in the middle of this gang’s world of suspicion, greed and betrayal. Guy just wanted a home. Writer-director David Michod’s stylish and well-plotted debut feature isn’t perfect. The most glaring flaw is James Frecheville as the central character. I realize the part calls for a callow fellow, but this guy does a great imitation of a pine tree. Fortunately, this black hole is offset by some top Down-Under talent, including Guy Pearce (a virtuous cop), Ben Mendelsohn (the family’s main maniac) and Jacki Weaver. The latter’s performance, as grandma, is the one that will stay with you. Call it a grubby, brutally unsentimental Australian Goodfellas without the humor. Ominous is a good word. Lurking fear. Creepy. And absolutely absorbing.

Kevin Mcgue

Pina opens at Yurakucho Human Trust Cinema and Shinjuku Wald 9 on February 25.

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Monte Hellman, who achieved “legendary” status with 1971’s Two Lane Blacktop, comes out of retirement to make this enigmatic and haunting hall of mirrors. Summarizing the plot is futile, but it’s basically about a crew making a movie based on a true scandal involving a murder, a cover-up, a double-cross and a femme fatale (a stunning Shannyn Sossamon). The fuzzy reality keeps shifting, with “now” actors playing “then” characters in flashbacks, and parallels emerge. As do, inevitably, Rashomon comparisons. It’s frustratingly opaque, but individual scenes stand alone. Paced like a tai chi workout. Japanese title: Hatenaki Michi.