Casting

I will talk mostly about the dirt, because the two critics I trust on this film arrived at the same place from different doors, and the place is clean. Julio Quintana’s Angel and the Badman, a remake of the 1947 Western that John Wayne produced for himself and James Edward Grant wrote and directed, went wide through Angel Studios on October 9 and had taken about $3.6 million by the middle of the month, against notices that Wikipedia, with its usual tact, summarizes as negative. Roger Moore’s complaint is the one a working crew will recognize instantly: everything in the frame looks tidy, freshly laundered and pressed. The house is newly painted, the barn looks new, the plow Penny hitches still has, in his joke, the showroom price tag on it. Scott Renshaw does not mention the paint; he finds the story a slog and the lead unconvincing from the first scene. Both are describing the same failure, and it is a failure of texture before it is one of casting. ...

Every family that has ever made a film together has had the same argument at the same table, and Family Movie is the first one I know of to sell tickets to it. Kevin Bacon and Kyra Sedgwick direct, with Dan Beers writing the concept they sparked to; their children Sosie and Travis Bacon act; and the conceit is a low-budget horror film about a family making a low-budget horror film, which is either the laziest idea in the world or the most honest, depending on whether you have ever had to cast your own cousin because the day rate was zero. It premiered at SXSW on a Friday the 13th, in the Narrative Spotlight, with Gersh selling and no distributor yet attached at the time Deadline wrote it up. Deadline loved it. AwardsWatch gave it a D+. I find both verdicts defensible and the gap between them more interesting than either, because the gap is exactly where micro-budget meta films live. ...

What happens when a documentarian makes his first fiction feature about television? You get a film in which every charge the critics file reads, from another angle, like a description of the method. Lance Oppenheim is thirty, formed entirely in nonfiction, the HBO series Ren Faire behind him and an Elizabeth Holmes film co-directed with Nathan Fielder ahead, and Primetime, his first scripted picture, released by A24 from a screenplay by the equally first-time Ajon Singh, takes as its subject Chris Hansen and the Dateline NBC machine of To Catch a Predator. Robert Pattinson plays Hansen. The reviews are split down a line so clean you could light it: everyone admires the surface, and everyone files the same complaint about what is under it. ...

I will restrict myself to one question, because it is the question this film lives or dies on: how do you photograph a man the whole world has already memorized, at the age before he was anyone? Anthony Bourdain has been mythologized without pause in the years since his death, and the field of posthumous product is exactly as lurid as you fear. Matt Johnson’s Tony, for A24, written by Todd Bartels and Lou Howe, answers the question with a scope decision so severe it amounts to a manifesto: one summer, 1975, Provincetown. A nineteen-year-old washes dishes badly, lies about everything, and gets, in the words of Kitchen Confidential that open the film, the good ass-kicking he badly needs. The show, the fame, the voice, none of it appears. The film ends before the man begins. ...

Commercial cinema is terrified of aimlessness. It demands a rigid three-act structure and a clear protagonist to secure funding. Richard Linklater’s 1990 debut, Slacker, completely rejected this convention, opting instead for a non-linear, “baton-passing” narrative. The Drifting Observer The camera acts as a drifting observer across Austin, Texas. It picks up a conversation, follows it for a few minutes, and then seamlessly hands the narrative off to a new character who happens to cross their path. There is no central plot, only an endless relay race of philosophical ramblings, conspiracy theories, and existential ennui. ...

To capture the unfiltered, destructive reality of New York youth in his 1995 film Kids, photographer-turned-director Larry Clark knew that traditional Hollywood casting would fail. You cannot hire a casting director to find a Juilliard-trained 18-year-old and expect them to convincingly portray the hyper-specific, chaotic reality of a downtown skateboarder. The Participant-Observer Instead, Clark became a participant-observer. He spent three years embedding himself within the downtown NYC skateboarding community, gaining the trust of the teenagers before a camera ever rolled. He learned their language, observed their behavior, and mapped their social dynamics. He approached the narrative film as if it were a strict ethnographic documentary. ...

To depict a horrific school shooting is to invite the trap of Hollywood sensationalism. Melodrama, rapid editing, and theatrical pacing invariably cheapen the tragedy. To avoid this, director Gus Van Sant implemented a rigorous “one rule” constraint for his 2003 film Elephant: the camera must never stop moving, and the actors must never stop being themselves. The Drift of the Steadicam Cinematographer Harris Savides executed this through a series of long, languid, unbroken Steadicam tracking shots. The camera drifts through the high school hallways like a detached, “fly-on-the-wall” observer. By holding these tracking shots for extended, unbroken periods, Van Sant intentionally stretches time. ...

When you cast a Hollywood actor to play a bayou fisherman, the audience knows they are watching a performance. Benh Zeitlin understood this fundamental problem. To authentically capture the gritty, isolated culture of the Louisiana bayou in Beasts of the Southern Wild, he rejected traditional Hollywood casting entirely. He anchored his $1.8 million production on untrained, non-professional actors sourced directly from the local community. Authentic Casting Casting a local baker as the lead is a massive financial and narrative risk, but the reward is absolute, unvarnished authenticity. The film does not feel performed; it feels documented. The actors brought the geography of the bayou in their bones, saving Zeitlin the impossible task of directing a professional actor to mimic a lifetime of southern hardship. ...

When a production is starved of money, directors often make the mistake of over-compensating with stylistic gimmicks to make the film look “cinematic.” Destin Daniel Cretton took the opposite approach with Short Term 12. He realized that when you are confined to a single location with a $400,000 budget, your greatest visual effect is human empathy. The Contained Narrative The film is set almost entirely within the pressure-cooker environment of a residential foster-care facility. Cretton did not try to expand the scope to make the film feel bigger. He turned the financial constraint of a 20-day, single-location shoot into a narrative weapon. By trapping the audience in the facility, the film focuses exclusively on character dynamics. The narrative is not driven by external plot mechanics; it is propelled forward entirely by the volatile, unpredictable emotional states of the teenagers and the staff. ...

The camera is a predatory instrument. When you point it at real people suffering real tragedy, the line between documentation and exploitation becomes dangerously thin. In The Rider, Chloé Zhao navigates this ethical minefield not by shooting a straight documentary, but by constructing a highly specific fiction around a devastating reality. Casting the Truth Zhao did not cast actors to play cowboys. She cast Brady Jandreau, a genuine rodeo rider, shortly after he suffered a real, near-fatal head injury that ended his career. She cast his actual father, his actual sister, and his actual best friend, Lane Scott, who was left severely disabled by his own rodeo accident. ...