'R Xmas (2001)

it is the rare 'crazy' movie that actually has something to say.

The movie really just wants to entertain people.

While it doesn't offer any answers, it both thrills and makes you think.

One of the worst ways to make a cult movie is to set out to make a cult movie.

"This is what you get for making house calls." - Bill Hartford (Eyes Wide Shut) Abel Ferrara directs "R Xmas". Ignored upon release in the West, the film would top several "best of the year" polls in France, and would be heavily praised by several Cahiers Du Cinema writers.The plot? Dreo de Matteo and Lillo Brancato play a Latino husband and wife team living in New York City. They lead a double life, alternating between their upscale Manhattan apartment (eerily similar to the Hartford's apartment in "Eyes Wide Shut"; did Kubrick's location scouts photocopy a similar place?), and a run-down inner city rent-a-room, where they cut, wrap and push cocaine. Like "Eyes Wide Shut", these two apartments - or halves of the couple's life - occupy the same Mobius Strip. The couple wine and dine and fraternise with sophistos on one hand, but slum it and hang out with street urchins, hoodlums and gangsters on the other. They push to have the best toys, gifts and Ivy League education for their young daughter, but must engage in all manners of debauchery to maintain her sanitised life. Privilege, then, is seen to come at a cost.Much of the film contrasts the couple's provincial dialects and street slang with their pretence at having escaped the streets. They're not social climbers, or even social pretenders, so much as agents shuttlecocking back and forth between poverty and yuppie money. The film's tone does the same, sleazy and vulgar on one hand, but tender and poignant on the other. Matteo and Brancato, a couple of unconventional, riveting and well cast actors, themselves exude warmth, selflessly concerned about their little family unit, even as they spew obscenities and cut coke.Like "Eyes Wide Shut", Christmas is the setting. Drug trading appears to be qualitatively no different from any other business, transactions are the raison d'etre of all interactions and the film delights in clashing its wholesome festive ambiance with B movie grit. The point's not that our lead couple lead a "double life", but that everything has a repugnant underside (hence the "R Xmas" slang title - the X rated, the shameful), the two "sides" of the Mobius Strip inextricable, day facilitating night and vice versa. Shades of Lynch ("Inland Empire", "Mulholland Drive", "Lost Highway"), Cronenberg ("Existenz", "A History of Violence", "Eastern Promises"), Pasolini ("Salo"?), Godard ("Weekend" et al) and Kubrick (everything post "Clockwork").The "Eyes Wide Shut" parallels continue. Ferrara's film, like Kubrick's, is wholly preoccupied with costs. Ferrara mirrors the "designed scarcity" of consumer goods (trendy dolls, toys, goods) with the couple's in-house drug market. And just as the couple's product ruins the lives of those on the streets, so to does this outside violence leak back into their wannabe-bourgeois lives. It's not that the couple can't cut themselves off from the streets – their aim - but that they're not wealthy enough yet to do so. Their daughter will, though, mother and father's violence like a perverse Christmas gift to her. She's destined for cosy isolation.The film is somewhat autobiographical; Ferrara was a notorious crack-head for over a decade. Unlike Kubrick, though, he focuses on a smaller slice of the social strata: the lower and wannabe-bourgeois classes. The film's less interested in power as a a kind of established social framework than it is in B movie hysteria, which plays to Ferrara's strengths.Stylistically the film differs from early Ferrara. In interviews Ferrara states that its bizarre lighting and camera work was an unintentional result or byproduct of the film's small budget and rushed shoot, which necessitated the use of simple long shots, less coverage than usual and an almost documentary look. Ferrara also chooses to shoot bilingual dialogue (Spanish presented without subtitles) and refuses to juice up his film's casual tempo with thriller conventions. The film manages the rare task of neither condemning the drug trade or romanticising/poeticizing it, thanks largely to Matteo and Brancato. Their characters are pragmatic, vulgarly earnest, but there is sentimentality in their Christmas dream to acquire a doll for their daughter. Hard work, love, family, sacrifice and other treacly all-American values are espoused, but the film undermines even as it evokes the "Christmas spirit".As with all of Ferrara's films, the best moments are those in which nothing much happens: Matteo and Brancato looking at each other, driving in silence, distant shots of powder pushers pushing product or daughters walking with their fathers. What's good about "R Xmas", and what typically separates late Ferrara from early Ferrara, is that almost the entire film is similarly underplayed. "R Xmas" also features some moody nighttime and low-light photography, though such an aesthetic is beginning to be supplanted by the ether-real of digital cameras. The film features another horrendous performance by Ice-T.Some have criticised the film for analogising the commercialisation of illegal drugs and Christmas. The idea is that parallels between consumerism/materialism and cocaine dealing are trite, and that while depicting the narcotics trade as merely another capitalist avenue for enrichment is not necessarily "not correct", it is also not true that "trade" is inherently damaging. This is a whole other issue – the underside of liberal democracy and "money" itself (you can drag simple physics/biology into this as well: money is essentially energy, subject to entropy and thermodynamic laws) - and one which strikes to the core of how we run and misunderstand our own lives and actions, but Ferrara is uninterested, and is more a madcap neo-neo-Realist than didactic filmmaker.The film begins and ends with text crawls about NYC mayors David Dinkins and Rudolph Giuliani, epitomising Manhattan's evolution from seductive gutter to Disneyfied, gentrified tourist attraction. Matteo and Brancato are of the former; they're daughter's Mickey Mouse Club through and through.8.5/10 – See Olivier Assayas' "Demonlover", "Boarding Gate" and "Summer Hours". Worth two viewings.

Our Christmas (2001) was a highly underrated film from street level director Abel Ferrara. Instead of making a sell-out movie like all of the other directors do, Ferrara sticks to his guns and makes the kind of films that he wants to do. Loosely based upon a true story, Ferrara takes this simple tale about a innocent family living a double life and makes it into a compelling urban character driven drama that's filled with flesh and bone people instead of paper cut-outs.An young family that lives the good life has a shameful secret. They like to deal dope on the side to support their high class living. The movie takes place during the late 80's to the early 90's. Police corruption in New York City was at a all time high. So many of the cops were on the take. One group of cops didn't like the couple and their crew squeezing them out of the heroin business. Ice-T co-stars as an officer who tries to convince the wife (Drea Matteo) to leave the drug trade and do whatever it takes to keep Hubby away from it as well. Not convinced, they kidnap him and the wife has 24 hours to come up with a large sum of money to obtain his release.After receiving a reality check from Ice-T, Drea must come face with the fact that she has wasted her life and is better than the typical dope slinger. When Hubby is released retribution is in order. The crooked cops are all apprehended and the loser responsible for the entire mess is done away with. But really, are their any lessons to be learned by all of the main characters? Abel Ferrara leaves all of the questions open ended. He makes you think about what happened to everyone. This is not a violent soap opera filled with nonsensical gun play. It's a street level drama that pulls no punches and not everyone will appreciate it.Highly recommended.

Ferrara does not know how to make an uninteresting movie. Whatever you think of the content of his films, everything he does is a stylish, riveting exercise in visual story telling. This movie is no exception. There's surprisingly little dialogue, but what there is sings with a sense of modern city life. The aural and visual atmosphere of New York City, both upscale and downscale, is rich and multi-layered, and the characters seem like people you've seen on the street, or in stores, or in clubs, many many times. I don't know how "real" the action of this movie might be, but it seems as real and believable to me as anything I've seen on screen in a good long while. This is the perfect holiday movie for 21st century America, and a near-ideal expression of the meaning of modern Christmas.

This is without doubt Ferrara's finest film ; mature, restrained, utterly believable. Perhaps that's what the simple-minded don't like about it: it contains no simplified stereotypes - the drug-dealers in it are not necessarily reprehensible louts and thugs - no cliches, no spectacular car chases, no blood and brains spattering the walls... but, you no what? neither does real life. And real life, or an awfully damned good facsimile thereof, is what we get in R-Xmas. Above all, we get award-quality performances from two hitherto actors of tremendous ability, Drea de Matteo and Lillo Brancato, and a warm, empathetic portrayal of New York's Dominican community. Ice-T is superb as a brutal and menacing kidnapper. This film poses all kinds of difficult questions : are wealthy drug-dealers really that different from other successful businessmen? How *do* they bring up their children in an environment of relative normalcy? how does a man react when he is brutalized by a gang of thugs and - since this is not a facile Hollywood fantasy - the possibility of going back and blowing them all away with a magnum simpy does not exist ? Ferrara's latest film is a more-believable _Godfather_ for the 21st century. In the end the film belongs to the astonishing Drea de Matteo. Reminding one in turn of Sharon Stone and Robin Penn, she gives a terrific performance as a complex, tough woman whose main concerns are the well-being of her husband and daughter. In short, just a terrific film. What can one say about reviewers who complain the film is "frustratingly incomplete", when the film itself states explicitly that it is only the first part of a series? There are plenty of empty-headed shoot-em-ups out there if what they want are quick, cheap thrills that don't make them think. Or perhaps they took a wrong turn at the Cineplex, and thought they were watching "Lord of the Ring"? A final word: the French translation of this film, especially the Spanish dialogue, is lamentably poor, and that's a shame, since it's so rich and colorful.