A War : Writer/director Tobias Lindholm follows up A Hijacking with another close-to-the-ground picture that transcends the boundaries of traditional action or even prestige drama. It’s less a “war movie” than a character study, focusing on a company commander (Pilou Asbæk) in Afghanistan, intercutting his day-to-day grind with the small conflicts within his family back home, emphasizing the stress on both fronts, telling this story on the most personal scale. Its offhand moments – vignettes, almost – become relevant in its second half, when his actions in combat come into question; Lindholm commendably resists the tropes of the courtroom drama, choosing instead to complicate our conditioned responses to them, and extend his initial questions of responsibility and honor. Intelligently written, smoothly directed, with a series of closing images that are staggering in their power. (Includes interviews, featurette, and trailer.)
The Confirmation : Nebraska co-writer Bob Nelson makes his directorial debut with a similar peek into the cozy houses on side streets of small towns, though this one doesn’t quite land with the same amount of emotional immediacy; Nelson’s film is so low-key it almost doesn’t register. And Clive Owen is badly miscast, wearing his construction worker character (and dodgy American accent) uneasily. But its portraiture of everyday alcoholism stings with truth, and the supporting players (particularly Patton Oswalt and Maria Bello) give nice jolts to their vignettes, while Owen and Jaeden Lieberher get a good father-and-son chemistry going. It might not quite land overall, but it’s filled with small moments of real warmth and humor. (Includes featurettes.)
Touched with Fire : This story of a pair of bipolar poets falling in love against the wishes of their doctors and families sounds like the worst kind of indie tripe; it’s even got a de-glammed career rehab turn for a big name (in the form of Katie Holmes). But writer/director Paul Dalio is the real deal — he’s got a great eye and ear, and a way with visceral moments of abstract sound and imagery that put us right into his characters’ headspace. He moves carefully through this tricky relationship, whose players make each other (literally) manic with their end-of-the-world love; it represents something, anything, for them to cling to, until it reaches a point where they (and the filmmaker) can no longer romanticize it. The film falls apart a bit at the end, thanks to a troubling story turn and a clumsy resolution, but there’s much to recommend here, particularly the performances. Male lead Luke Kirby gets the initially tragicomic and ultimately tragic implications of his character, and this Holmes’s best work since The Gift. (Includes audio commentary, featurettes, deleted scene, and trailer.)