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- This Week: Oct 15
- Not Fade Away (Oct 19)
- Alex Cross (Oct 19)
- The Sessions (Oct 19)
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- The Man With the Iron Fists (Nov 02)
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This Week: Oct 15
Not Fade Away
Opens Oct 19, 2012![fmp-not-fade-away_75x75](https://web.archive.org/web/20121019141449im_/http://img2-1.timeinc.net/ew/i/2012/FMP/Previews/fmp-not-fade-away_75x75.jpg)
The Sopranos creator David Chase trades Mob hits for rock hits with his feature directorial debut, which follows three New Jersey teenagers who form a band after seeing the Rolling Stones on TV in 1964. Chase, who dabbled in music as a kid, admits the film may be personal, but it's not autobiographical. ''To say that I was in a band is a misnomer,'' says the director, who also wrote the script. ''Me and three other guys used to play in somebody's basement. We never played one date for any other people. But we had big dreams about it in our heads.''
The cast is filled with unfamiliar faces except for that of Chase's Sopranos pal James Gandolfini, who plays one of the kids' fathers. ''It wasn't as scary as you'd think,'' says Gandolfini's onscreen son, John Magaro (My Soul to Take), about acting opposite the three-time Emmy winner. ''His character is actually a big sweetheart.''
Chase promises that Not Fade Away bears only superficial similarities to his HBO hit. ''It's like The Sopranos in the sense that it's in New Jersey and one of the kids is Italian and Jim Gandolfini is in it,'' he says. ''But is there red stuff on the wall all of a sudden? No.''
Alex Cross
Opens Oct 19, 2012![fmp-alex-cross_75x75](https://web.archive.org/web/20121019141449im_/http://img2-2.timeinc.net/ew/i/2012/FMP/Previews/fmp-alex-cross_75x75.jpg)
Picture Tyler Perry as a running, jumping, diving, fighting action hero. The cross-dressing comedian/entrepreneur leaves the muumuus at home to play the detective-psychologist at the center of James Patterson's best-selling Alex Cross thrillers. It's a side of Perry we've never seen before on screen and a departure from the more sedentary Cross played by Morgan Freeman in 1997's Kiss the Girls and 2001's Along Came a Spider. ''There's a physical menace to Tyler [in the film] that plays out very strongly,'' says director Rob Cohen (The Fast and the Furious). ''I mean, this is not Madea.''
The plot follows Cross as he matches wits with Picasso, a cage-fighting sociopathic hitman played by Lost's Matthew Fox. ''[Picasso] is an assassin, but he really enjoys his job,'' says Fox, who shed 35 pounds and spent many hours in the gym getting ''hyper, hyper, disturbingly lean.'' And if the role's physical challenges weren't enough, Fox also had to get inside the head of a villain who relishes the idea of inflicting pain. ''The emotional intensity of the guy was exhausting,'' he says. ''I didn't sleep much for five months.''
The Sessions
Opens Oct 19, 2012![fmp-the-sessions_75x75](https://web.archive.org/web/20121019141449im_/http://img2-2.timeinc.net/ew/i/2012/FMP/Previews/fmp-the-sessions_75x75.jpg)
Mark O'Brien, 38 years old and devoutly Catholic, hires a sex surrogate to relieve him of his virginity in The Sessions, and we watch him up close and in bed as he achieves his goal. But wait, there's more. Because of childhood polio, O'Brien (John Hawkes) can't move his body below his neck, and when he isn't lying flat in the iron lung that helps him breathe, he's lying flat on a gurney, bathed and fed by a rotation of attendants. Cheryl Cohen Greene (Helen Hunt), the woman he hires, is experienced at working with the disabled, and she strips naked to teach her client whose equipment seems to have a mind of its own about sensation, control, and cues. Mission accomplished!
All this might have seemed too much of a high concept a pruriently graphic, NC-17 endeavor made noble-mindedly R by the therapeutic setting and the participation of esteemed actors. (There's even Father Mike, a charismatic full-fledged Roman Catholic priest played by William H. Macy, who counsels O'Brien to go for it.) Except there really was a Mark O'Brien, a published poet and journalist who died in 1999 at the age of 49. He was 4'7'' and 60 pounds, and he took the spotlight in Jessica Wu's terrific 1996 documentary, Breathing Lessons: The Life and Work of Mark O'Brien. And O'Brien's bracingly direct, explicit 1990 magazine article about his experience with the real Cheryl Cohen Greene is the basis of this similarly frank, frequently funny, uncoyly sexual crowd-pleaser by writer-director Ben Lewin.
As it happens, the 66-year-old Lewin contracted polio himself as a child and walks with crutches. Until this singular work of iron-lung sex and spirituality, his directorial territory was TV, including an episode of Ally McBeal. That training in keeping track of schmaltz and dispensing dry wit makes all the difference between The Sessions being a movie of sharp sweetness and one of button-pushing sap. (The dang music, though, gums up scenes better served without cue-giving melodic tinkles.)
So the story is a head turner. But The Sessions is first and foremost about Hawkes' virtuoso performance, one of those My Left Foot-y transformations that make audiences verklemmt and generate awards talk. And second, it's about the elegant matter-of-factness with which the 49-year-old Hunt bares herself, body and actorly soul, for the job. (Because it must be said: wowza.) In an extraordinary approximation of the real O'Brien, Hawkes continues to burnish his reputation as one of those rare artists who know how to disappear into a role with a modesty that cloaks the complexity of the work. And in the lovely choreography between Hawkes and Hunt, as natural-looking as it is unusual, The Sessions becomes a dance of joy in the midst of severe challenge, and a movie with a light spirit that lifts a tale of heavy fate. B+