RIO DE JANEIRO – Melancholy bordering on morose, Selton Mello’s Rio de Janeiro International Film Festival Competition film “December” follows a reformed wastrel who goes to visit his nightmarishly self-indulgent family for Christmas.
It’s original title, “Feliz Natal” (Merry Christmas), drips with the irony that the Brazilian director clearly intended but fails to pull off as the family reveals its wretched true colors and the drama becomes more depressing than anything else.
A sympathetic leading man (Leonardo Medeiros) just about holds the piece together as his parents and siblings spiral into drunken and drugged self-pity with lacerating altercations and accusations flying in all directions.
Some of the supporting players are allowed to overact noisily and the unsettling final sequence is a bit vague but the film makes a strong point about how families often eat their own. The film will attract festival attention and may please art house devotees seeking confirmation that middle-class life can be hellish.
Medeiros plays Caio, a 40-ish man who runs a junkyard in a small town, lives with a good woman, and tries to stay on the straight and narrow. One Christmas, he decides to visit his family and old friends in the city only to find that they haven’t changed at all.
His divorced parents hack at each other mercilessly; his brother and sister-on-law are on the verge of divorce; and his friends’ routine still runs to drink, drugs and hooker. At a Christmas Eve party and a Christmas Day lunch, everyone except Caio over-indulges while the grandchildren watch, listen and learn.
Caio is riddled with guilt over causing the death of a young woman in a car crash, for which he served time in jail. Mello and Medeiros do a good job in conveying the man’s pain and struggle to avoid returning to the perilous ways that got him in trouble.
Venue: Rio de Janeiro International Film Festival In Competition; Cast: Leonardo Medeiros, Darlene Gloria, Paulo Guarnieri, Graziella Moretto, Lucio Mauro; Director, screenwriter, producer, editor: Selton Mello; Screenwriter: Marcello Vindicatto; Producer: Vania Catani; Director of photography: Lula Carvalho; Music: Plinio Profeta; Editor: Marilia Moraes; Production: Bananeira Filmes, Mondo Cane Filmes; Sales agent: Bananeira Filmes; No rating; running time, 104 mins.
This review appeared in The Hollywood Reporter.











Paul Newman dies
By Ray Bennett
LONDON – One of the frequent disappointments in meeting film stars is realizing how much their charisma and star power depend on the power of the movie screen. In my experience, only a few stars retain that aura in real life – Sean Connery, Jack Nicholson, George Clooney and Omar Sharif among them – and, of course, Paul Newman, who died on Sept. 26. He was 83.
No matter how big and crowded, you always knew they were in the room.
I met Newman in New York City in 1976 when he was promoting the Robert Altman film “Buffalo Bill and the Indians, or Sitting Bull’s History Lesson” (pictured). Not ranked among the director’s top films, it remains eminently watchable for several reasons, not least Altman’s anarchic screenplay, co-written with Alan Rudolph, with its rowdy depiction of politics and show business.
Newman gives a vigorously crafty performance supported by a fine cast including Burt Lancaster, Kevin McCarthy, Harvey Keitel and Geraldine Chaplin. Tony Masters, who shared an art direction BAFTA and an Oscar nomination for “2001: A Space Odyssey,” did a wonderfully colorful job on production design. It was captured with great invention by cinematographer Paul Lohman (Emmy winner for the 1976 TV miniseries “Eleanor and Franklin”), who also shot Altman’s gambling gem “California Split” and one of his masterpieces, “Nashville.”
The press conference for “Buffalo Bill” was dominated by an hilarious performance by Pat McCormick, the 6-foot-8 thickly mustached “Tonight Show” writer and frequent Johnny Carson guest in character as President Grover Cleveland, his role in the film.
But what I recall most clearly is that Altman and Newman agreed on what they most enjoyed about making films. They both said that after writing the screenplay and spending weeks working with cast and crew on everything needed to shoot the film, they wished they could stop right there and not make the picture.
Thank goodness they didn’t do that so there’s a trove of great Newman films to treasure. He deserved an Academy Award, of course, but as so often happens, it was for the wrong performance (“The Color of Money”). I would have given it to him for at least one from “The Verdict” over Ben Kingsley for “Gandhi” or “Cool Hand Luke” over Rod Steiger for “In the Heat of the Night”.
Here’s the New York Times appreciation