Movie Reviews: Hunger, One Day You'll Understand, A Good Day to Be Black and Sexy

ONE DAY YOU’LL UNDERSTAND Jeanne Moreau’s remarkable face has been carrying movies both great and not for the past 60 years. Amos Gitai’s latest falls into the second category, though the blame can hardly be placed on its octogenarian star. Moreau plays Rivka, a World War II survivor waiting out her final years in a Parisian apartment. Rivka is not inclined to think about the past, but her son, Victor (Hippolyte Girardot), starts to prod her after discovering that his father made a declaration of Aryan heritage — a revelation with the sort of troubling implications that are ideally unraveled in flashbacks over the course of a stolid, fest-circuit-baiting international co-production. One Day You’ll Understand represents Gitai’s most restrained work in sometime (there’s little of the rafter-reaching hysteria that marked Free Zone), but if anything, the film may be too controlled: The decision to frame much of the action in long, prowling tracking shots creates a feeling of remove that doesn’t quite fit with the material’s emotionally explosive quality. It doesn’t help that Girardot gives a grating lead performance and that a terrific performer like Emmanuelle Devos (as his let-sleeping-dogs-lie sister) is given so little to do. Moreau, meanwhile, is smart enough to let her magnificent countenance do the heavy lifting — the moments where Gitai simply focuses on her face do more to suggest the weight of a full, complicated life lived than all of the script’s carefully manicured machinations. (Music Hall; Town Center 5) (Adam Nayman)

PUNISHER WAR ZONE It really shouldn’t have been so hard to make a decent Punisher movie; after all, the character is basically just Death Wish’s Paul Kersey on steroids, in spandex. How come it took Hollywood so long to figure that out? Following a direct-to-video ’80s version starring Dolph Lundgren, and an unfortunately campy 2004 reboot with Thomas Jane, Lionsgate has gotten back to basics with Punisher: War Zone. Rome’s Ray Stevenson plays the skull-clad Frank Castle like a cross between Steven Seagal and Jason Voorhees. Early on, he fixes his own broken nose by jamming a pencil up his nostril; nobody else in the movie gets off quite so easily, as blood, brains, intestines, and chunks of flayed skin fly. (It’s not technically a horror movie, but nobody told the effects guys that.) The plot, such as it is, involves Castle second-guessing his life as a vigilante after accidentally killing an undercover fed, while fighting off a mobster (Dominic West) who has fallen into a giant glass-crusher and been recycled as a lethal Leatherface lookalike called Jigsaw. But the script isn’t what matters here: This is a slasher movie with guns, and, uh, huh-huh, that’s pretty cool. (Citywide) (Luke Y. Thompson)

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