Mischief Night was a really nice British drama/comedy about a white family and a Pakistani family in a low income neighborhood in Leeds. The director Penny Woolcock has apparently done two other films about the white family ("Tina Goes Shopping" and "Tina Takes a Break").
Some of the old ladies in my theater made a stir at the gratuitous nude scenes in Benoît Jacquot's The Untouchable ("I didn't think this was THAT kind of film!"). When she finds out that her father was a man her mother met while travelling through India, a young French actress takes a film role that she had previously rejected (because it required sex scenes) in order to finance a trip to find him. Unfortunately, the India section of the film was a bit rushed through for my tastes.
The Kovak Box was a decent Spanish thriller about an American sci-fi writer (played by Timothy Hutton) who becomes an unwitting protagonist when a crazy old man on the island of Mallorca decides to turn one of his novels into reality.
And three films on Thursday:
I went to Kurt Cobain: About a Son on a whim. I wouldn't call it a documentry really. It's basically a 90 minute audio interview with Cobain played over a pretty much random series of images of life in Washington state. An interesting experiment, I suppose, but I had to constantly fight the urge to just close my eyes and listen.
The Lost World of Tibet was a disappointment. It featured some wonderful old film of Tibet from the 40s and 50s, spliced with reactions to the footage by the Dalai Lama, but was utterly ruined by the worst narrator in the history of documentaries. Everything she said sounded like she was shouting it, because she overstressed every single damn syllable.
In You Are Here, a group of kids relate their (Rashomon-style) interconnected versions of the wild events of the previous night. If you ever wished the movie "Go" had been spunoff into a weekly WB tv series, you might like it, but the best I can say for it was that Piz from "Veronica Mars" had a small role.