Saturday, February 16, 2013

UPCOMING ON CLASSIC FILM CORNER #21: A DIVE INTO FOREIGN TERRITORY

Greetings, one and all.  Sorry for the delay in news, Oxford course selection can be hectic...it's times like this that you need to know there's more than your crazy corner of exams and papers, places a bit...quirkier...

Coming within the next few days to WatchHombres...

AMELIE (starring Audrey Tautou)...AKA the film behind this poster:



It's sure to be an interesting dive into French cinema, here's hoping that the number of times I am ignorant of French cultural trends remains beneath triple digits...'Til then, au revuoir!

Saturday, February 2, 2013

CLASSIC FILM CORNER #20: ROAD TO PERDITION

                When starting this run of examining classic films, I made a promise to myself that "one-a-day" pushing out of products would not have an effect on my attempts at analysis.  Better to do one thing well than ten mediocre, so I do hope that shows in my efforts with the cinematic tales I dive into...and this was not an easy one to start out with, for it took me several days post-viewing to even take the first digitized steps to review this film.  Before anything, there are two general comments that need to be laid bare before I give my comments on this story, which should hopefully explain why I feel torn about this film and why it has taken me a little longer to put my thoughts down.

                To begin, this is my partner's favorite film, a fact that I have known for quite some time.  After finally taking a look at it, I can see a great deal of why that is, which I will get into.  However, that makes me somewhat hesitant to present my thoughts on its themes and efforts in presenting them.  Maybe it is a bit easier to present your thoughts to an anonymous screen (as much as you care for the readers behind them) than it is to share them with someone whose opinion you respect and who you know will be able to approach you regarding your own (and suddenly, Youtube comment sections make so much sense).  Second...it's Super Bowl weekend.  It's not that the upcoming matchup itself has had any impact on my critique here, but...maybe I better understand now why athletics plays such a huge role in our society - specifically, its asset as a shield from circumstances like the ones in this story.  I'll explain.

CLASSIC FILM CORNER #20: ROAD TO PERDITION

                Here's the first problem: this is a story that really packs a more powerful punch if you don't know the specific details going in (speaking from experience).  With that in mind, I will try to be as vague as possible when describing its details and hope it serves to justify my later positions.  Imagine yourself in the Great Depression right at its worst point, and you're 12 years old.  In spite of seeing others around you suffering from the effects of economic upheaval, you and you brother are raised in a comfortable environment by your parents and even have the time to sell newspapers when not in school.  Your father (here, played by Tom Hanks) has a job helping a wealthy elder man (Paul Newman) with "dangerous missions" and he loves your whole family like his own.  But when suspicious of his job and why he seems to be more distant towards you, you follow your father on one of his jobs when he's accompanied by the wealthy man's son (Daniel Craig, more unstable than Bond here).  Something goes wrong and you are sworn to secrecy when discovered, but that does not prevent increasingly worse events from occurring.  In desperation, your home must be abandoned, and in the process, you and your father must come to trust each other even as you try to determine how to find a safer, better life.

                At this point, if you were this kid, ask yourself: could you say your father is a good man?

                This may seem unusual, but I am first going to give my review in a more general sense, and then reanalyze this review in a spoiler-based territory.  It seems most reasonable and necessary in this situation.  Put bluntly, the acting does not have a flaw in it, with each character displaying the tormenting conflict of emotions necessary to carry the scenes laid out by director Sam Mendes (in his pre-Skyfall days, showing the same ability to show dark concepts in a subtle, respectful manner).  And in turn, every scene is magnified tenfold by Conrad Hall's masterful cinematography.  This film got nominated for six Oscars and only won one; but if one alone was given, I'm glad it was posthumously given to Hall for his work here.  However, at times the script (by David Self) does seem to find solutions a bit too conveniently, particularly with the ending; and there are mistakes made by particular characters that you can maybe attribute to it being 1931 but otherwise seeming very out-of-character.  But these are minor at best, and don't significantly impair my recommendation of this film.

                Hopefully, that will suffice for those who have not seen it.  But now, let's dive further in.  In advance, I apologize for this format if it's an odd shift, but for me, this is a film in need of reflection and not merely rating in terms of happy face logos.  Skip ahead to the end if you want to avoid heavy detail.

*********************SPOILER ALERT********************

                I attempted to be subtle in my prior description, but maybe I did not do as adequate a job.  Basically, the boy from the above description, Michael Sullivan, Jr., comes to discover that his father works as a hitman for a mob boss (the elder man is named John Rooney), thereby explaining his decent state of living in a time when millions of "honest men" were homeless.  His discovery of his father's true line of work comes from hiding in his car on an "errand", which diverges from basic questioning when Rooney's soon Connor (Craig) kills one of Rooney's associates and leads to the elder Sullivan needing to "dispatch" all other witnesses.  Connor panics after the preteen is found, and to put it mildly, the Michaels cannot bring the mother and brother along to wherever they flee.  At that point, the father finds himself pulled into a demand for revenge addressed to mobsters like his former boss and associate Frank Nitti (Stanley Tucci), eventually leading to shift from him pointing a gun to one (held by Jude Law) being directed at him - even as he tries to find a safe environment for his son to grow up.

                One thing this film does quite well is to examine how good humans are at finding ways to justify their actions.  In other words, it is not so often that objectively evil acts are labeled as definitively "evil".  To begin, one's upbringing is emphasized as a crucial influence.  It is pointed out that the "Hitman" of sorts was orphaned and then raised by the older Rooney, to the point where Connor fears that he receives less love and affection.  On top of that, present circumstances can do a great deal to sway anyone.  After Michael, Jr. finds out about his dad's occupation, the mother reacts to the news in a way that indicates she knew all along what was going on from "9 to 5".  Recently, I watched a reviewer comment on bullying in the following way (loosely paraphrasing): "The only people you should care about are yourself, your family and your friends.  Seriously, f**k everyone else".  And you really get that vibe from this story, with the characters embracing it to the nth degree.  Then again, this tale demonstrates how that can go terribly wrong, since you are part of that "everyone else" to most other people; and what if they approach their actions in the same way?

                In that sense, the characterization of the elder Michael, especially after half his family is decimated, strikes me as shockingly inconsistent.  This is a man who brings his own son in to help him rob banks, to serve as a getaway driver, and to listen to him no matter what "in order to stay alive".  But he's not responding to the Mobster environment in general, or even to the elder Rooney for condoning his son's brutality without permission.  That much he accepts as part of what he signed up for.  No, his goal appears to simply be to kill Connor in retaliation, even if it jeopardizes the only flesh and blood he has left.  We can't say it is all for the sake of his son's future, because it is shown that he could have been offered a job elsewhere and even substantial money if he'd walked away.  Admittedly, we cannot take the mobsters at their word either, as is heavily indicated, but the point remains the same:

                A:            Get away from this hellhole, give my son the best chance of survival.

                B:            Move on and begin work anew, giving my son a good chance of survival and allowing him to be cared for even after I am gone.

                C:            Stay in this realm of chaos long enough to carry this out, complete revenge even if it means my son has less chance of survival.

                Like it or not, by choosing C (which I believe he does), the father succumbed to a dualistic state: working to preserve his son's safety, even as he was instinctively acting in a way that endangered that very goal.  It indeed makes for intriguing character flaws, and while it makes for some confusing character motivation, it is largely compensated for by making the more mature (?) Sullivan aware of them.  At one point, it is pointed out to him that he knew the line of his work and that once they all died, none of them (including Hitman himself) would see Heaven.  Michael, Sr.'s response?  "Michael (his son) could."  As discretely indicated (and later, outright screamed) to the audience, it may be that his father is not worried about his son's physical safety but his spiritual well-being.  It may be that A might have pulled his son into killing out of his own revenge and B from mere exposure, which would go against what the boy's instincts actually are.  In that sense, compared to losing his life on Earth, helping his boy lose Heaven is the much worse alternative in the long run.

                Motivated to dispatch evil for the wrong reasons, or pushed into evil actions for the right ones.  Our ties to our loved ones can define who we are, for better or worse.  If nothing else, Michael Sullivan, Sr. was a father.  Kudos to the film for pointing it out, even if its delivery left something to be desired.

*******************END SPOILER ALERT **********************

                For those of you who skipped the asterisk-surrounded region, instead of giving details to the film away, let me bring you back into the conversation with my view of the NFL.  Over the past month, we have seen stories of romance that wasn't real, recoveries that seem to have occurred far too quickly, and champions that turned out to be desperate for victory at any cost (be it decency to teammates or even his own dignity, as his jersey matched the sun he wanted to find his place in).  We don't come to sports for those sorts of complications, since life is difficult enough to judge already.  We like having transparent heroes and villains, with the stories of revenge and insurmountable odds ones that can be immediately believed and fully invested in.  Maybe it is because we want to feel like when we see right and witness wrong, we'll be able to tell - and that if we see ourselves as doing alright, we can thus trust in that too.


                But we rarely have that.  Athletes who use drugs are often desperate to make a good living, to provide for loved ones and to make their small window of utilizing their talents as profitable as possible.  Betrayals and broken trust is more often developed from poor communication, confusion, and loss of control than outright malevolence.  Cheating may come gradually and out of pain, terrorists may be heroes elsewhere, and those who seem to outright kill (like elder Sullivan) may be doing so as a mean to prevent the same from happening to their loved ones.  Does this mean that all beliefs in good and evil are relative?  Some would say that, but upon reflection...I wouldn't go that far.  It is that firmness in an absolute morality that prevents the value of our actions from being outright trivialized.  All I am saying is that most are probably wandering back and forth in the middle of the morality spectrum, doing their best to defend what they care about and thus be pulled closer to the end of the line radiating light.

                Road to Perdition understands this, and sympathizes with it even as it condemns the tendency.  We shouldn't regard anyone as the "other" but that is difficult to do; and the elder Sullivan (and most of the mobsters, for that matter) emerge as desperate to protect their loved ones, even at the cost of their own souls.  I can now see why this is my partner's favorite film.  I could refer to its emotional depth, superb atmosphere, and its use of fine-grained subtlety and detail, but if I had to guess, it's his favorite for another reason: it's not an easy film, even as it's easy to comprehend.  It challenges audiences to look at what they value, and if they can come to understand that that is how others steer their lives as well. 

                In that sense, again I ask: in the scenario given above, could you imagine saying your father is a good man?  What about yourself, in your own life as it currently is?  As for me, I'll be honest: at times, I struggle to believe that I have always led a good life.  But as flawed as I am, I can fairly confidently say that I've usually tried my best to do right with what's important, and I think this film would argue that most other humans in their wandering lives are to be judge similarly.


[Final Rating: 4.5 stars out of 5]

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

COMING WITHIN THE NEXT COUPLE DAYS...CLASSIC FILM CORNER #20

Stay tuned for the next installment in the exploration of landmarks in the history of cinema, one that my partner will recognize immediately....

ROAD TO PERDITION!!!

And from everything I have heard from friends and people at Oxford, this is sure to not be a somber and melancholy experience at all....oh Heaven, help me. XP

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Silver Linings Playbook

As strange as it is to say, there are few things I enjoy more as a reviewer than being proven wrong. Chances are, if you've read us before, then my opinion on romantic comedies is no secret. More often than not, they merely coast on a bit of star power and enough jokes to make an enticing trailer, resulting in something that's cute instead of romantic and quaint instead of funny. My skepticism tends to double when a movie is presented as the token romantic comedy once awards season rolls around. Even the name Silver Linings Playbook suggests the kind of tacky feel-good message we've heard to many times before. I suppose this is where I make some awful pun about not judging a playbook by its cover.

Silver Linings Playbook stars Bradley Cooper as Pat Solitano, a man recently released from a mental institution following a divorce and a violent breakdown. The movie follows him as he moves back in with his family as part of his release, readjusts to life on the outside, and chases the futile prospect of winning back his ex-wife. Without question, Cooper's performance is the film's heart and soul. He brings the kind of likability that's only possible from an actor not trying too hard to be likable. His character screws up, throws tantrums (including a hilarious rant on Hemmingway) and constantly tests the patience of everyone around him. Too often, characters with mental disorders get oversimplified to the point that the disorder becomes the character, but in this case Pat's condition is equal parts impediment and driving force as he tries to put his life back together.

All of this serves as a backdrop for an unusual relationship with a recently widowed family friend who has issues of her own to work out. Jennifer Lawrence plays girl next door Tiffany with surprising charm. She's believably damaged yet uplifting in her own way without falling into manic pixie territory. What makes this movie really work is that her character and Cooper's clash and connect over meaningful things. They deal with disappointment and they pick themselves (and each other) back up in their search for a silver lining.

The humor is spot-on for the most part, stemming primarily from legitimate character flaws instead of silly misunderstandings. In that respect, I really have to give credit to the supporting cast. Not only do we get one of Robert DeNiro's better late-career performances, we also get Chris Tucker being genuinely funny without his trademark obnoxiousness.

In case I haven't made it clear already, Silver Linings Playbook is the rare romantic comedy that pulls off genuine comedy and romance. Unless you're afraid of having A Farewell to Arms spoiled for you, I recommend it to anyone looking for a smarter, more serious movie to laugh along to.

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Saturday, January 19, 2013

CLASSIC FILM CORNER #19: Groundhog Day, Version 2.0


                In the process of deciding which film to use to resume my look at classic films, one piece of information did prove very useful: my genre-spanning list of films to see for my attempt to watch a new cinematic output each day for a year.  While that (as explained in my previous column) had admittely mixed results, the list remains a solid reference point.  So when my partner thought I should start with something from comedy, I picked one out that was available and seemed enjoyable.  And at first, nothing extraordinary was involved....but slowly, about an hour into the film, I noticed that my thoughts about the film seemed familiar.  Then, at one notable scene halfway through, it hit me: I was watching a film I've already reviewed for this series (link at the end of this article).  Apparently, the phenomenon of deja vu may validly emerge in the real world after all...but oddly enough, it turned out to be a good selection after all.

CLASSIC FILM CORNER #19: Groundhog Day (Revisited)

                It must be acknowledged that a more thorough description of this plot point has already been written by me in the past, and Heaven forbid I be accused of rehashing my own material.  So I leave the link below for those who want a more detailed description of the film's chain of events.  However, for those of you who have not seen that column, I shall do my best to give a brief summation and critique nonetheless...but in the process, I'd like to dig a little deeper. 

                Bill Murray plays the egotistical and sardonic meteorologist Phil Connors, who is sent on an assignment to Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, in order to see the town-titular groundhog predict whether spring will come soon - although Phil, judging by his frustration at doing the same assignment numerous times, initially seems to believe the future is bleak in any case.  Accompanying him is his long-time cameraman Larry (Chris Elliott) and his new producer Rita (Andie MacDowell), one of whom acts as the comic relief and the other as the romantic interest - it was a mainstream US success in the 1990s, so I'll let you guess which one plays which role.  The good news is, however, that the first role of a comedy is indeed adhered to from the start: the characters are both multi-dimensional and likeable.  Phil is indeed a sarcastic a**hole, but Murray's effective sense of humor makes him enjoyably so and the bitterness that can come from feeling stuck in a rut, trapped in one place or state of affairs (in work or elsewhere), is completely relatable.  Conversely, Rita and Larry remain optimistic and upbeat in regarding Phil, but does not mean that they overlook or are ignorant of his major faults.  Similar to Marge rolling her eyes at Homer's shortcomings, they simply choose to not let his attitude get to them - which says far more about their personalities, and leaves it up to Phil to work out his own issues.

                And work them out he needs to, once he begins to discover that he is reliving the same day - February 2nd - over and over again.  Keep in mind that this is not a dumb character, so the methods he uses to learn about his situation (and its implications) are both subtle and refreshing.  And that is the best word for describing the writing in this film: subtle. [Please note: I am officially now a fan of any project headed by Harold Ramis, who here serves as a director with remarkable attention to detail. Who knew that he did not need to refer to his epididymis to be compelling?] When I first tackled this film a couple years ago, I considered it a major flaw in the movie that its laughs were less laugh-out-loud due to the repetition in how the story was fraed.  But this time around, it's become clear that the repetition is not a distraction from the humor, the repetition IS the humor that Murray effectively bounces off of.

                The fact that we see, over and over again, the effects of one little change in this restaurant or on that street puts a significant amount of pressure on what choices Phil comes to make.  Because for all intents and purposes, all joking in the film aside, make no mistake: Phil is a god while under this condition.  He is immortal (as is tested several times), he eventually knows everything about everyone in the groundhog's home town (also emphasized), and if he wanted to, he could spend eternity savoring such power for the sake of self-gratification.  In this sense, such a cycle is both the ultimate horror and the greatest escape for all of Phil's anxieties and frustrations.  The only problem is this: even with unlimited potential under such conditions, it's no way to live.

                With that in mind, Murray's responses can either make or break this film, since any sort of development depends on his ability to sell change even as Feburary 2nd repeats itself.  His responses demonstrate a sequence of thinking quite logical:

  • He is initially in denial, or believes himself to be having deja vu.
  • He decided to test his theory, by multiple methods.
  • He comes complacent...
  • ...a hedonist...
  • ...a manipulator...
  • ...suicidal...and finally...
He becomes proactive.

                His triumph ironically comes from making the most of the present by not dwelling on it, treating each day as an opportunity for him to build knowledge and improve in some skill or sense of selflessness - even if no one knows about such incremental progress but himself.  After all, for all anyone in that sleepy town knows, he could have always been so talented, Phil could have sold it that way and he never would have learned anything (and actually, Rita unwittingly calls him out on this when he tries this route at first).  No, the key comes from the fact that no matter what advantages you have in your life, the one that can never be taken for granted is actually being alive in the first place - the fact that one is never successful without a connection to others, and is never truly a failure when it is present.

                The rest of the cast's acting is extraordinary, with actors left and right being given the near-impossible task of not falling into autopilot when tedious scene-shooting could have made them feel bored or unmotivated.  MacDowell and Elliott are both believable in their responses to Murray's evolution, showing the right mix of suspicion and relief when he slowly comes around (since, you know, for them in every "loop", he was always an a**hole just the day before).  Without such a graded shift, any sort of responses to the protagonist would have felt forced and removed any sense of consistency in the way their characters are initially presented.  The same applies to the cinematography and the extensive detail placed into setting the small-town atmosphere, which relies on mixing familiarity and novelty in a manner that would make any serious contemplator of "What if?" scenarios proud (Hello, Bill Simmons!).  Can you imagine what it would have been like if they tried to make every loop completely different in nature, where each change in Phil's routine leads to some earthquake in China?  Thankfully, all butterfly effects here are restricted to Punxsutawney, as is reasonable for the scope of this story.

                So is this film a quieter comedy than most?  Yes.  Can one feel like the story arc drags a bit at times?  It is inevitable when one day's events are replayed ad infinitum.  But while the concept does occasionally lead to some shaky execution on the screen, it is one that ultimately is both light-hearted and enlightening.  Just as importantly, it taught me a very valuable lesson about watching films in general: as one grows and evolves over time, the way you respond to movies can change too.  That is why a person's favorite films often are tied to a particular time of their life - it resonates with who they were at that stage of their existence, and thus has become integrated seamlessly with how they have come to become a (hopefully) more mature and well-rounded person.  I have films on my "10 Favorites" list that I first saw when I was 6, some when I was in college, and even one from a few weeks ago.  And in a weird way, that is a very good and natural growth, even if it does bitterswettly explain why some things from my childhood do not appeal to me as much now. 

(Except for Pokémon, that'll be awesome forever!)

[Revised Final Rating: 9 shadows spotted out of 10]

To see my first review of this film, please use the following link:
http://watchhombres.blogspot.com/2011/02/groundhog-day-day-13.html

Friday, January 18, 2013

Classic Film Corner: A Revival and Remodeling

Hey readers, welcome to WatchHombres! Whether you are seeing us on this blog for the first time, or regarded our opinions at this site's inception ages ago, we thank you for visiting us. Hopefully, my partner will present his introductory sentiments too, but for now, here's my two cents.

To be perfectly honest, there is an element of hesitancy in knowing exactly how to resume my blog postings of classic films after such an extended hiatus. Such an impediment is not technically from not knowing what I think of today's film, or a lack of writing experience during the interval. In all likelihood, it probably has more to do with how I approached the matter of reviewing classic movies last time - where the gimmick of seeing 365 films in a year unwittingly took top precedence, and thus made presentation gradually overshadow passion to a particular degree.

Needless to say, I burned out.  Very quickly, which I do apologize for.

I don't plan on making the same mistake this time, so I need to first ask what it is that my primary intention is - and frankly, it is no longer the countdown or even movies themselves. It is instead these two questions:

  1. How do we know when a story justifies your time and attention?
  2. What should my role be in helping answer Question 1?

In Question 1, I hope readers notice that I did not include "money" as a parameter. Simply put, there are plenty of resources (of varying degrees of legitimacy, admittedly) for people to watch classic films without paying an extra dime, and everyone is capable of seeking those resources out. No, for me, it's a person's time that is priceless and more important, and it is thus essential to examine the intent and execution displayed by the filmmakers who are given such a commodity.

Do they pay particular attention to detail, or is the delivery sloppy? Is effort evident in the way their form of art gets presented, or is it phoned in? And can you truly believe that they'd be satisfied with their efforts, even if they just made the movie and did not make anything off it?  For me, such questions are what strike the line between making a quota and making a living, between having a job and forming a career...and more often than not, serves as the backbone for a truly classic film. So what is my role in this process?

From my perspective, the best way I how how to endorse a film is to discuss how it resonated in my own experience, because that is all I have to go on. When it has managed to do so to a significant degree, then I'll feel confident in passing it on to others. But that means my approach to writing these reviews may seem a bit more casual and blunt, less like reading an article and more like having a conversation (which I encourage from you as well).

  • So I'm not going to spend 80% of the review describing the plot, since that is what watching the film and reading IMDB is for.
  • I'm not going to go crazy with flowery language that attempts to turn each statement into its own art form, because then it will become less about you and more about self-indulgence.
  • But most of all, I am NOT going to tell you what is objectively good, because simply put, I can't.  

Everybody has their own opinions and a right to them, and whatever works as a film for you is wonderful. All I can do is use my perspective, as I try to learn more about where film's been and is going, in order to give a different perspective - an more analytic, spoiler-free approach that is, above all else, personal.

So I'm going to do my best to resume a steady pace, but will now put out the articles up only when I feel they are adequate and up to my standards (a process which will hopefully show improvement, in speed and quality, over time). In turn, please don't hesitate to leave comments, criticisms, or suggestions for films you consider classic and warranting examination. Above all else, I hope you have fun reading my work and responding to it however you choose to.

Take whatever views you feel best for each film we discuss, but these are mine. Here's to a fruitful journey.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides

Why anyone thought the world needed another Pirates movie I don't know. The third film, for all of its other flaws, at least had every major plot point resolved in a mostly satisfying manner. So why, aside from the money incentive, make another? Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides does little to answer that question, but for a film that immediately gives you so many reasons to hate it, it surprisingly gets a lot of things right, like returning the darker themes of the original and taking the time to build atmosphere.

Perhaps I'm alone in this respect, but Jack Sparrow got old for me really quickly. In the first movie he was great because there was subtlety to his method and his true loyalties were a fun mystery to unravel. But with each installment after that he's become more and more of a cartoon character to the point where it got hard to care whose side he was on. On Stranger tides is no exception, and Sparrow's goofy antics stick out against the movie's darker tone like, well, a Disney character in a film about murderous cutthroats. There's not even a need for metaphor.

Thankfully Geoffrey Rush comes back as Barbosa, a character just as interesting as Depp's Sparrow but undiluted by attempts to milk as much humor out of him as possible. The side cast is once again adequate if not memorable. Ian McShane plays a likably villainous Blackbeard and Penelope Cruz adds some charm to the cast as Blackbeard's daughter Angellica. The love/hate relationship between her and Jack Sparrow is, well, just there. It's the same teasing rivalry/romance subplot you've seen shoehorned into countless movies before but it's at least handled adequately enough to be worth seeing one more time. The only throwaways are the missionary and the mermaid, who have an absolutely useless romantic subplot.


What On Stranger Tides does benefit from, however, is limiting its scope to a specific mission and sticking to it. As the last two movies showed, mixing the slapstick antics of Disney fare with the scope of an epic story just doesn't work because the action only gets louder and more muddled rather than convincingly bigger. And while On Stranger Tides avoids the pitfalls of silly looking CG monsters and absurdly complex action set-pieces, but it does repeat the mistake parts 2 and 3 made of piling up too many plot points at the end. That said, there's still a satisfying finish that makes all the buildup worthwhile.


But if there's any one reason to watch this film, it's once again Hans Zimmer's terrific score. This time it's more moody and atmospheric, with less of the gaudy adventure vibe of previous installments, but it still packs the same sense of excitement that you'd expect from a Zimmer score.

On Stranger Tides could have been a smarter, darker counterpoint to the previous films if the mood weren't killed by too much slapstick and cartoon antics. Or it could have been a fun, lighthearted adventure romp if not bogged down with a slow pace and too much dialogue. Either way you're likely to get you money's worth, but good luck fighting the feeling that you could have had much more.

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Sunday, May 15, 2011

Advice on Film Criticism (an ongoing series)

I decided to start this segment both to answer a common question I get and to discuss some of the mistakes that many aspiring (and occasionally professional) critics make. I'll keep this segment going with 5 or so points at a time to keep it at a manageable size.


1. You must love film.

It's an obvious statement but one that's often overlooked. If being a film critic simply meant watching the movies you like (or love to hate) and then giving an opinion, anyone would do it. But to review movies successfully, you have to go far beyond that. You need to a have a true passion for the medium that drives you to learn and understand far more than the average person. This means knowing the traditions that inspire your favorite and least favorite trends, watching countless movies you'll inevitably hate just to gain a bit of perspective on the ones you'll like. But above all, you have to understand what it takes to make a film, and just as importantly, what it takes to ruin one. And this takes dedication that goes well beyond the point when the average viewer would lose interest.

2. Your opinion can be wrong, but not for the reasons you think

As a critic it's not your job to praise the 'right" movies and skewer the "wrong" ones. It's also not your job to convert others to your taste or to uphold a mainstream or contrarian viewpoint. You're not right or wrong for preferring Ed Wood to Stanley Kubrick or vice versa, but you're wrong if you can't justify either stance. Your opinion can be wrong if it's based on incorrect information or fallacious logic or if your scores seem inconsistent or arbitrary to the majority of your readers. Your job, in the simplest terms, is to evaluate a film in a way that's honest and reliable. The former is self-explanatory; the latter, on the other hand, requires practice and understanding and I'll have more to say on that in point three. If you do this right then you can absolutely trash a film while still informing some viewers why they might enjoy it. And that's what will keep people returning to read your reviews even after they rage and fume about how you got any given movie all wrong.

3. Criticize consistently

The quality of any review is half content and half context. While any individual review can win you some fans and gain you credibility, it's the complete body of your work that will give your opinions and observations meaning. Every review you write should be consistent with a larger scheme so that readers can infer what they know about your tastes and apply them to your reviews. However, it's usually the content of criticism that determines critic's merit, and while everyone reviews a little differently, a few core rules are almost always applicable:
- Know the relevant criteria for any movie and give weight accordingly. A review of an action movie should not touch on the same points in the same proportions as a review of a serious drama or a screwball comedy. If you're reviewing 300 there's only so much that readers want to know about the script, but they'll want an in-depth analysis of the action. The converse goes for, say, The Social Network.
- Explain what your scores mean (unless you're convinced it's completely obvious) and be sure that the score never contradicts the content of the review. The reader should be able to guess the score intuitively just by reading your comments on the movie.
- Keep your personal pet peeves personal and don't give them more weight than they deserve. The reason Armond White, for example, is such an unpopular critic despite his extensive knowledge of film  is not simply because he's a contrarian but also because his criteria for good or bad films are so specifically geared to his personal tastes.
- Check to see if your scoring differs among genres and time periods. If they do, make sure those scores reflect your opinion on that genre at that time.


4. Criticize constructively

As almost any critic will tell you, writing an especially brutal review can be fun and provides great catharsis after feeling cheated by a bad film. Unfortunately this tactic has become so common that negativity and grumpiness have become shorthand for criticism so don't take it as a requirement. Note that even Doug Walker (The Nostalgia Critic) who specifically reviews notoriously bad movies knows not to go overboard with his rants and occasionally concedes when a movie exceeds his expectations. That said, don't be too so positive that you get caught up in your own hyperbolic prose or else fans and detractors alike will see you as biased. Your language should be exactly as positive or negative as your estimation of the film. Here are a few tips on how best to avoid that.
- Don't use any word that roughly means good or bad interchangeably. Each one means something slightly different.
- Don't stoop to ad-hominem attacks against actors and filmmakers. A film review is not your place to spread rumors or criticize their appearances or personal lives. There's a place and a context for that, but in a film review it's not only irrelevant but a clear sign of bias.
- Don't be afraid to voice offensive opinions, but never go out of your way to offend, especially not to get a reaction.
- You fans' comments are likely to offer some insight on this. Don't take each one as an imperative, but look at the ones that are made about you most consistently.

5. Don't star-gaze

Since this is a personal pet peeve, I'll follow my own advice and keep this relatively short. Basically, just know that a film review is not a place for Hollywood gossip. While the occasional comment is acceptable, don't spend any significant amount of space on actors' appearances, insider anecdotes, or personal ramblings about any experiences you might have had with the cast and crew. Again, there's a time and place for all of those things, but in a film review they'll only make you look biased and unprofessional.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Priest

Just looking at the trailer for Priest, it's obvious that so many things can go wrong very easily. You have a setting that looks like an Orwellian Blade Runner meets V for Vendetta knockoff ruled by the militant Christianity, specifically the brach of Christianity that believes in cramming every Christian cliche into one dogma. The plot seems pulled straight out of a silver age comic book: neo-priests in the future expertly trained for combat do battle with deadly vampires. Basically think a reverse Daybreakers with a hint of Judge Dredd thrown in. In other words, it's obvious what kind of movie Priest is striving to be: a sleek fusion of high-concept sci-fi and over-the-top action. So the most important question then is whether it delivers on either end.

The answer is a frustrating maybe. The movie begins with some shoddy motion comic style animation set to bland narration about the vampire uprising and the priests who kept it in check. Then we see our two main characters, cowboy archetype and lapsed priest archetype, set out on a mission to rescue a loved one from the vampires. This earns the disdain of the church, which calls out a hunt on lapsed priest archetype for disobeying them. As a general rule, audiences won't sympathize with a character for losing faith if it happens in the first ten minutes and they never see him having it in the first place. On the other hand, it's probably best that a movie like Priest shakes such details aside to get the plot moving.

What ensues is the two protagonists' journey into lawless, vampire-infested wild west themed wastelands. In other words, it's an excuse to have our heroes talk tough and kick ass, and they do both often enough to at least keep things from getting boring. The fight scenes themselves are satisfying. They're fast-paced, full of style and cool visuals, but never so elaborately fancy that they look like video game cutscenes. To its credit, the movie uses darkness well to build a satisfying atmosphere, reminding me of a poor man's Pitch Black. The constant comparisons Priest draws to better movies are probably the best evidence of how much it gets half-right.

The action escalates when another priest tracks down our heroes but soon comes to see things their way. Seriously, for battle-hardened warriors sworn to duty and dogma, these people have the most fickle convictions. But again, at least this movie makes it easy to sweep plot aside. Entering act 3 their mission becomes to square off against the vampire menace that's gathering numbers in preparation for a big attack.

The acting is consistently serviceable, with everyone doing justice to their basic parts. There are a few scenes of genuine drama, but in general, the parts between action scenes are mostly filler. The movie's biggest saving grace in this respect is that action scenes come often enough.

If you're in the market for something not too different form a poor man's Equilibrium, this is the movie for you. It's unapologetically cheesy and derivative but has a strong imagination and manages to get the basics right.

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Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Thor

Marvel Comics' Thor is a weird amalgam of a fish out of water story, epic fantasy piece, and modern-day superhero myth. It's the sort of premise that seems ridiculously easy to screw up if even one of those components didn't work. Luckily fans can set their worries aside; this is a movie that knows how to have fun with a ridiculous idea, even if it doesn't do anything new or extraordinary.

Thor tells the story of a the titular Norse god, banished from Asgard to our world for his recklessness while his brother Loki schemes to take the throne for himself. On Earth Thor does what every good fish out of water does: he addresses his flaws while learning the value of love and the true meaning of heroism. Chris Hemsworth plays him well enough to make the character likable and offset the inherent goofiness of the plot.

The supporting cast is decent all around. Natalie Portman adds impressive dimension to what would otherwise be a standard love interest and Anthony Hopkins plays a believably wise yet tragic Odin. The other Asgardians look like they all came from the set of a Lord of the Rings knockoff, but when their whole purpose is to kick ass without getting in the way of the plot, it's hard to dislike them. The real highlight, however, is Tom Hiddelston as Loki, who always feels appropriately sly and deadly. After seeing other roles like this done way too flamboyantly before, it's good to see him show just that little bit of eccentricity that every good super-villain needs.

The real star of this movie, though is the action. It's not the best you've seen in recent years, but it comes often and consistently delivers in terms of scope, intensity, and style. My only complaint is that the giant robot looks a little too much like something you'd expect out of Power Rangers. That said, it makes up for its goofiness with sheer deadliness.  The CG is some of the best you'll see in a superhero movie, creating a world that's flashy and epic but still feels real. Director Ken Branagh's style of over-the-top (in a good way) drama serves the movie well.

Thor's interactions with the modern world border on campy at times and come close to killing tension (think a toned down Star Trek 4) but enough good humor comes from them and the writers are smart enough not to draw these scenes out too long. In general the movie has a very nice sense of humor and knows when to laugh at its own ridiculousness.

Fans of Marvel's mythology will be glad to see a cameo from Hawkeye and Nick Fury as well as several references to other Avengers. As a fan myself I'm satisfied to see the Marvel universe coming together piece by piece.

In short, for a movie that doesn't do anything special or extraordinary, Thor does a lot of things right. It features compelling action, likable characters, and just the right amount of genre savvy to make it a success in all respects. If you have any interest in fun, lighthearted superhero movies, there's no reason why this one will disappoint.

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Sunday, May 1, 2011

Classic Film Corner: #18 - Grave of the Fireflies

If any of you have ever seen a sports movie, a romantic comedy, or anything that uses the term “uplifting” from a critic’s review in its trailer, then the “pick-me-up scene” should not be a foreign concept in the least. Let me paint the picture for you: a negative turn of events has the main character slouching and sulking in his home, often in his underwear, lamenting how things turned out. Then his sidekick/best friend/token comedy relief comes through the door to check in, berates him for not picking himself up, and then offers a surprising piece of tough-love wisdom that the protagonist is totally caught off guard by. (Because he’s the goofy sidekick and isn’t expected to know how to respond to adversity, it’s so unpredictable!)

All sarcasm aside, it is a staple in many films – and not quite how real life works. We all (hopefully) have those support systems that are behind us, but it takes an inner response first to turn things around or it will usually never happen. However, it never hurts the inner self to be reminded, “You think you have had it rough? Let me tell you a story…” It is rarer for a film to serve that purpose.

ENTRY #18 – GRAVE OF THE FIREFLIES

A good way to describe Studio Ghibli is to say that they are Japan’s version of Pixar Studios, except they have been making top-quality animated films for twice as long and are in a country where animation is not considered second-class to live-action films. Most probably know them through their whimsical Asian counterpart to John Lasseter, Hayao Miyazaki (My Neighbor Totoro, Spirited Away, Kiki’s Delivery Service...each of them on the level of The Incredibles, and usually involving a young female protagonist). But Japan often demonstrates an unusual dichotomy with their utilization of young characters in film, using them not only as paradigms of the magical human spirit but also as an example of the cost when that spirit is corrupted in society. Grave of the Fireflies, directed by Isao Takahata, became one of the studio’s earliest major hits by using two infectiously decent children as a narrative means to target the enterprise of war.

Not World War II, not the US, not even the specific bombings at Hiroshima or Nagasaki…just war as a whole. Throughout the film, you never actually see the faces of those attacking the various cities and populations, and you honestly don’t need to. Japan, as has been pointed out by Ebert and other critics, approach war with a different attitude than Americans do. We tend to wave the figurative flag (or obnoxiously literal…thanks, Spiderman 3), while painting those who oppose us in some way as a collective way – distinctive bulls-eye targets for different groups at different ages in history. Usually, one target evolved into another naturally. Rather than saying “Soviets/Communists=enemy” or “Al Qaeda/Muslims=enemy”, Japan simply states that anyone who specifically attacks their people is their enemy, and they don’t see a difference between different enemies or feel a need to lump all people in a group with those who hurt them. To them, it is simply “enemy=enemy”.

I am not saying this is necessarily any better of an attitude, since it doesn’t seem to make savage instincts any more subdued or diminished either way. But looking at news coverage tonight, with American focus largely on Osama Bin Laden’s death and not so much on the bloodshed surrounding the corresponding conflicts, it does seem like that Takahata’s efforts to make war “faceless” and non-specific put more spotlight on the victims surrounding it. Under such a framework, we are introduced to Setsuko and his little sister Seita, two children who are caught in the middle of a region torn apart by air raids and the subsequent struggles to find enough food and shelter to survive the aftermath. Painful loss and helplessness force the pair to try finding help by any means necessary, be it through familial contacts or through any abandoned resources they can find. Although I can attest to how masterfully the story is told, in a way that makes us admire Setsuko’s selfless devotion and fall in love with Seita’s innocent outlook on the horrid life around her, it would be (no pun intended) criminal to spoil the series of events that occur in their struggle to survive. But make no mistake: this film does not hold back any punches, and fireflies are indeed involved. Oh, and unless you have tear ducts of concrete, you WILL cry at some point. The last 15 minutes, in particular, are devastating (as are other scenes if rewatched).

In an odd way, this film reminds me of Cloverfield, in its efforts to shift the default focus of a particular type of story. It was also a film that tried moving the story from what we already knew (namely, the “monster” being combated and those attacking it) and tries to make you wonder how you would react in a similar situation. And like Cloverfield, the pace of the film and setting take on a much more significant role. Takahata and his team of animators take their time in focusing on scenes of waste and disrepair, letting audiences soak in the same sort of magnifying desperation felt by all those already in the film. The use of darkness and light is expertly utilized to try preserving as much dignity to the wastelands portrayed as is humanly possible, while also using their artistic medium to present visions not otherwise possible in live-action settings (I will only say that if a tenth of these scenes were done with actual children, police would be brought on studio sets to investigate).

But in all honesty, as much as I can speak about the technical and atmospheric merits of Grave of the Fireflies, in all honesty, all I can think of right now is my own younger sister right now. She is 10 years old, almost twice as old as Seita, but is easily one of the most emotionally intelligent individuals I know. She has an innate warmth and tact for knowing when to interact with others and in what way, a trait that makes her endearing to just about everyone who’s ever met her. She is also very sensitive, with an empathy that makes her emotional to the point of tears when seeing another suffer. She also is learning how to play the saxophone and is the type who loves playing outdoors in the spring. I guess what I am saying is this: I could empathize with Setsuko’s inner need to protect his sister from the world’s cruelty however he could, but could not imagine how I would show such strength in scenes like the ones in this film. Humanity has a tendency to show great spirit and will in those moments of utter terror and despair, but they should never have to learn that about themselves in the first place.

For that realization alone, this film earns my highest respect for its director and the studio as a whole. It found a way to make me pull myself out of my own struggles, in a way that most “preaching” cinematic endeavors only dream of doing. But I never, ever, ever want to watch this film again.

[OVERALL RATING: 10/10….but for one viewing only]


Sunday, April 17, 2011

Vampire Movies Retrospective (Part 1 - for real this time)

Now that our little April Fool's day joke is over, on to the real thing. This segment is a look back on the best, worst, and everything in between featuring one of the most revered and reviled creatures  in film, literature, and myth. This segment will span every genre and era of film and will be put out in pieces because of the sheer amount of material.

As with all retrospectives, I'll try to keep the reviews relatively short. 


Blade

Blade was a unique movie for its time in a lot of ways: a hard R rated movie from Marvel comics, a black comic book hero getting mainstream film exposure, and the introduction of vampires into a major action movie. For those unfamiliar with the plot, Blade tells the story of a half-vampire hybrid (Wesley Snipes) who makes it his personal mission to hunt down and kill vampires running a secret criminal underworld right under humanity's nose.

If The Matrix hadn't come out just a year later, this might have been the epitome of late 90s action. Blade is uncompromisingly bloody and violent and filled with the kind of preposterously stylish action that makes for nothing but the purest entertainment. The movie, and especially Snipes as the titular hero, are overflowing with cool. The same goes for Kris Kristofferson as badass sidekick Whistler and Stephen Dorff as lovably over-the-top villain Deacon Frost. 

At the same time, if Blade has any real shortcoming it's being too much of a 90s movie, which means the tone is an inconsistent mash-up of camp and grit. Some of the gore effects and gross-out moments seem more goofy than shocking by today's standards. Plus it doesn't help that an occasionally cheesy script gives Blade too many stock black guy lines like "awww hell no" and "fool, you out your damn mind?" Needless to say, Blade's at his coolest when writers aren't trying too hard to make him look cool.

Simply put, Blade is an easy movie to roll your eyes at, but it's far easier to just sit back and enjoy. If you like your action bloody and stylish without the polish of modern Hollywood fare, you'd be hard-pressed to do much better.

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Blade 2 is the rare sequel that surpasses the original. It fixes a few things that didn't quite work in the first Blade and brings everything that did work to the next level. This time around Blade and his gang join forces with a group of vampires to take on a new, more deadly breed of vampire called the reapers. This is the movie that kick-started director Guillermo Del Toro's career, and it has all the hallmarks of his style, from the masterfully designed monsters to the unsubtle but absolutely touching infusion of heart in unlikely places.

For starters, Blade 2 got rid of almost everything that dated the first movie. The diaogue, while still nothing extraordinary, is much smoother and far less cheesy. It helps to have a wider and more diverse cast, including Ron Perlman as the leader of the vampire gang and Norman Reedus as Blade's new sidekick Scud. Along with more characters and deadlier villains comes a wider arsenal that really brings out the movie's killer potential.

In terms of action, Blade 2 is a remarkable improvement over an already solid predecessor. The real highlight this time is the swordplay. Aside from a few classic martial arts movies and maybe Kill Bill this is the quintessential love song to the katana.  

And if the action doesn't do it for you, the romance just might. The relationship that forms between Blade and the vampire Nyssa has a touching love-hate dynamic that never feels sappy or forced. And the ending, despite being one of the most common vampire movie tropes, has never been delivered so effectively.

Basically, if you enjoyed the first Blade there's really nothing stopping you from falling in love with this one. However, if you found no redeeming quality in Blade, there's really nothing here that will change your mind. This is everything that worked about the original distilled and taken to the next level.

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Blade Trinity

Obligatory third parts are rarely a good idea, and Blade Trinity proves to be no exception. While most of the elements of a good Blade movie are present here, they're weighed down by a script that tries too hard to be cool and not hard enough to be compelling.

If this movie has two particular low points, it's the loss of a favorite character in a disappointingly anticlimactic way and the portrayal of the villain, Dracula. While Stephen Dorff was certainly flamboyant, his character was still intimidating and believable. The same can't be said of Dominic Purcell who plays his character in a way that's too campy to take seriously, and it certainly doesn't help that he often looks like he just steeped out of the most stereotypical gay bar. The plot has to do with a Dracula's return and a scheme to fulfill his reign over the world. The details don't really matter though. You came for the action and one-liners.

Jessica Biel and especially Ryan Reynolds are welcome additions to the cast, as Whistler's daughter Abigail and reformed ex-vampire Hannibal King. Reynolds' humor and the interplay between him and Snipes are enjoyable, but it's simply not enough to compare with Blade 2's diverse cast, and again, a certain character's absence is felt too strongly in the movie.

The action doesn't disappoint, but it doesn't raise the stakes either (well, except literally, before impaling them into everything that moves). It's about on par with the original Blade's action scenes, and the modern-day visuals don't really help or hurt. In short, this is Blade streamlined. It's smoother, less edgy, and less clever than its predecessors, but a worthwhile action flick nonetheless

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P.S. if you like my commentary on vampires, here's a sample of a book in progress that I'm working on
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1A8oahssk729UN5CdLTi_JHLRvR40CjlquUxa1C5IldM/edit

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Vampire Movies Retrospective (Part 1)


This segment is a look back on the best, worst, and everything in between featuring one of the most revered creatures  in film literature and myth. This segment will span every genre and era of film and will be put out in pieces because of the sheer amount of material.

As with all retrospectives, I'll try to keep the reviews relatively short. 


Twilight

Let's begin with the adaptation of Stephenie Meyer's masterpiece of forbidden romance: Twilight. 

Our heroine, Bella Swan, is so brimming with personality that viewers have no choice but to relate to her as she adapts to life in a new town. She struggles to fit in at high school as people compliment her every move and fight over her affection. It really helps that actress Kristen Stewart really puts all of her range into this role, and you can absolutely tell why she won the MTV movie award for best actress.

Twilight could have easily stopped there and become an excellent teen drama about fitting in, but this only serves to introduce the real star: Edward Cullen. To quote the movie, "He's totally gorgeous. Obviously!" Harry Potter alum (well, not exactly an alum, he kind of dropped out or something a few days short of graduation) Robert Pattinson gives the performance of a lifetime showing the brooding inner torment of being a vampire. At first he subtly hides his feelings for Bela, knowing no girl would be interested in the rich, pretty, popular kid with a dark secret. And yet against all odds, they find love after two brief conversations and the revelation that they have a few things in common.

A short time later, she learns his dark secret and is naturally even more infatuated with him. At this point the movie takes a bold risk with vampire mythology. Instead of the tired cliche of vampires feeding on humans and burning in the sunlight, in this movie they're self-professed vegetarians and sparkle with the radiance of the sun. This cleverly deconstructs what viewers expect a vampire to be and adds unique twist to the lore. The deconstruction goes even deeper as Bela plays Baseball with Edward and his family, a brilliant allegory for the rich interconnection between vampiric lore and the American tradition.

Of course their forbidden love earns the ire of the evil vampires, who do absurd things like hunt down humans and drink their blood. An epic showdown occurs, and I don't think I need to tell you that it makes Equilibrium look tame. When a director has such movies as Red Riding Hood and The Nativity Story under her belt, it's obvious she knows a thing or two about action.

Long story short, you no longer have to watch vampires movies and wonder "How does this relate to teens like me in the 13-17 demographic?" And wasn't that the whole point of vampire mythology in the first place? I'd call this the Godfather of vampire movies, but The Godfather is so old and boring and totally didn't win any MTV movie awards, so it's obvious who wins that comparison.

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[Classic Film Corner] #17: The Neverending Story (1984)

When talking with Greg about why he gave Sucker Punch 4 “hombres” out of 5 on our site, he commented that it was “everything Transformers wanted to be”. Zach Snyder would probably embrace a million backhanded comments like those at this point, for most critics have been very aggressive in their condemnations of his latest film. We have known ever since Gerard Butler’s CGI-enhanced washboards that Snyder was a man who favored noteworthy style over substance, but films like 300 and Watchmen were at least given some general credit for their visual strengths. Why now, in a subgenre (I like to call it “escapist fantasy”) that seems made for Snyder’s, um, particular kind of message, are riot acts being read? Maybe one should look to a well-known escapist fantasy from the past for answers.


DAY 17: THE NEVERENDING STORY 

I have often heard parents complain that kids don’t “get lost in books” like they used to, but this film takes it over-the-top, doesn’t it? For what it is worth, in spite of its excessive silliness, at least the story’s premise is sufficiently complex to a degree that kids will be able to enjoy the ride. Basically, the plot could be described as follows: “See Bastian run. Bastian grabs book. Read, Bastian, read.” Taking a “special” book from a local bookstore, under the endless pursuit of the normal spurt of intelligent kid bullies prevalent in 80s cinema, Bastian (Barret Oliver) takes the book up to the attic of his school to read and….that’s about it. The rest of the movie basically involves his interactions with the book, in a part of the school that apparently does not have any lock on it. Oh, there is mention of the grieving he and his father are going through, but that is never explored as much. You never see the father a second time, and his mother’s name is not distinctly mentioned once in the entire movie. The “Neverending Story” itself involves a world called Fantasia that is being attacked by the “Nothing”, sort of like what would happen to its entertainment value if Mickey’s dancing broomsticks were removed from its world. In other words, the world is caving in on itself and nothing is spared from its dripping, sharp-toothed attack – at least I am assuming it is sharp-toothed, because we never actually see the villain. A native warrior named Atreyu (Noah Hathaway, who is actually ¼ Mohican…IT’S NOT THAT HARD, MR. SHAMALAMA!) is called on to fight “Ol’ Invisible” with his trusty sidekick horse Artax….as long as he does so unarmed…..Wait, what? I guess that makes sense to a degree, if you are trying to defend yourself and those around you against an abstract manifestation of collective imagination decaying in modern society…sort of like trying to scoop carbon monoxide from the house with a teaspoon. But you are telling me he couldn’t even bring a bow and arrow to, I don’t know, hunt for food during their weeks-long trip? Maybe that teaspoon can help scoop some invisible fish.

Anyway, over the course of Bastion's storybook, swamps stink, heroes sink (into depression), rocks bite….it’s all standard steps in the “Hero’s Journey” formula, ones that Shia LaBeouf has more masterfully performed for younger audience many times over by now. But while a giant made out of rocks and “big, strong hands” can’t capture the imagination quite like Bumblebee transforming to the background music of Linkin Park, it keeps Bastian interested. And I suppose we should be glad someplace without the names “Potter”, “Frodo” and “constantly-shirtless werewolf gang” are promoting an afternoon of reading. At the very least, it is a beautifully captured world that any child would want to skip a math test to visit. [Actually, the kid probably wouldn’t need to be offered the trip.] The use of CGI and clearly-rendered green screens is sorely missing, showing the datedness of the film through its use of actual sets and sense of realness. But getting the chance to realistically imagine flying a dog-faced, six-legged, furry luck dragon (????) comes close to making up for that modern inconvenience. However, in spite of director Wolfgang Petersen’s visual success, much more significantly than Snyder, his work in this film does seem to come up short in its concepts and depth.

First of all, let’s look at how they examine the theme of finding refuge from your problems. While Snyder’s main character knowingly fights to combat inhumane hospital treatments, never insecure about her vulnerable state, Bastion takes the easy route and tackles simpler issues. Grief? Loneliness? Uncertainty about your ability to make a difference? Most of the time, he does not even realize the book is helping him. Is this some sort of mystical New Age voodoo? Kids can get motivational posters for those problems in the classroom, bring on the attack on evil hospitals and moustache twirlers instead! And what is it with this idea that the storybook needs Bastian to survive just as much as he needs it, as if it’s actually…alive? Kids don’t respond to complex diatribes pertaining to the intangible relationship between a story and who hears it. They want to see things go BOOOM! Action scene! Long-winded villain speech! After all, their Facebook multi-person video chat starts in 15 minute, kids today need a neatly-tied ending. So in conclusion, Snyder is clearly a man ahead of his time who knows his moviegoing audience. And I am sure his work with Sucker Punch will make The Neverending Story a distant mem- *insert sounds of angry shouts, boos, fisticuffs, rotten fruit being tossed...and a squawking chicken*

OK, OK, I give. This is April Fools, folks. This film is timeless and needs to be remembered now more than ever. Along with amazing visuals that pull you in and a wide range of acting that never feels forced or awkward even among the child actors (Again, GET A CLUE, SHAMABLAMA!), its message about the state of modern society’s imagination is one that should be heeded. Maybe if Snyder took a page from it and directed someone else’s vision for a change, maybe something neverending could be found in his work too. [Overall Rating: 9/10...But why does the horse get depressed?!]

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Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Sucker Punch

This is perhaps the easiest review I've ever had to write, simply because everything that works and doesn't work about Sucker Punch sticks out so obviously. I could tell you to watch the trailer or simply tell you it's a Zack Snyder movie, and you'd know almost exactly what to expect. But since I harbor the delusion that people read this blog for clever commentary, here goes.

Sucker Punch starts out like an elaborate music video, without a single word of dialogue until maybe 10 minutes in. It doesn't come close to the sheer brilliance that was Watchmen's opening, and everything is played out far too obviously with way too much intensity, yet on a purely sights and sounds level it's extremely effective. In this sequence Baby Doll (all the female leads are given stripper names, don't ask why) sees her mother pass away, as her evil step-father plans her and her sister's demise. After an incident that seems a little bit too dreamlike to be real, Baby Doll is sent to an asylum that's really just a front for a burlesque house (this movie raises a lot of baffling questions that are best left unasked.) For all its flaws, this sequence really showcases Snyder's ability to always make every shot as visually appealing as possible.

Then the second act begins, in which Baby Doll makes an uneasy alliance with four other girls in the asylum/brothel and a series of elaborate actions sequences occurs, all of them imaginary, vaguely paralleling what's going on in the real world. These scenes are the true highlights of the movie and probably the main reason anyone bought a ticket. They're fast, intense, imaginative, and everything else good action scenes should be, as the girls do battle with everything from WWI steampunk zombies to chaingun-wielding samurai, to robots, and even a dragon. In each case the CGI is first rate and isn't wasted on anything less than spectacular. If you're rolling your eyes at the thought of watching increasingly absurd action scenes with minimal context, then this movie will have no redeeming value for you.

The soundtrack is powerful and at times even chilling. It mostly sounds like a mix of Vangelis and The Gathering covering everything from the Eurythmics to the Pixies to Queen, and in each case it makes the song its own. Many are sure to find it too loud and too obvious, and they're not wrong. Nothing about Sucker Punch is subtle, and I'm sure some fans wouldn't have it any other way.

The acting is consistently forgettable, with most of the cast doing the bare minimum not to embarrass themselves. The only real standouts are Jena Malone and Abby Cornish as sisters Rocket and Sweet Pea, Oscar Isaac as the effectively smarmy director of the brothel/asylum, and my personal favorite, Scott Glenn as the wise man. Carla Gugino speaks in an obviously fake Russian accent the whole time, and I'm sure that plenty of people will cringe, but being Russian, the bad accents of the cold war era (especially in the Star Trek movies) have always been a guilty pleasure of mine. Of course most of the acting problems are due to mediocre dialogue and an inconsistent script. This movie is proof that Snyder is better off letting other people write his scripts. Fortunately, like 300, this is an action movie with the good sense to shut up when it has nothing smart to say.

In the third act the plan starts to go wrong, leading to an ambiguous ending that's hard to interpret. And the movie ends on a soft albeit somewhat touching note when I was most expecting it to go out with a bang. In short, there are a lot of things in Sucker Punch that are in need of serious improvement. At the same time, it's a relief to see a movie promise expertly crafted eye candy and deliver it in spades. If the term guilty pleasure ever had meaning, consider Sucker Punch a capital offender.

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Friday, March 25, 2011

Red Riding Hood

I'll start this review by saying that Red Riding Hood was made by the director of Twilight, and it shows. That's all that most viewers will need to know, but I wouldn't be much of a blogger if I turned down a chance to over-analyze and rant.

Red Riding Hood has as little to do with the myth that inspired it as Ridley Scott's Robin Hood. Perhaps that's a good thing, since the Grimm's fairy tale didn't exactly have much of a plot, but re-imagining it as a medieval Twilight is hardly an improvement.

Amanda Seyfried plays the same role she's played in every movie since Mean Girls: a pretty body for men to admire and a blank slate for women to project themselves onto. And it's not that she's bad actor. She just seems to pick the blandest roles and play them accordingly. The two male leads do their best Edward Cullen impressions: brooding, threatening (but in a benign, tween-friendly way) and lacking in any personality aside from their poorly repressed sex drives. Speaking of which, I don't remember the last time I saw so much almost sex in a movie. For anyone who isn't drooling over the protagonists, the sexual frustration in this movie is painful to watch. Another obvious carryover from Twilight. You'd think the director of Thirteen would be much more poignant  in these matters.

The supporting cast is mostly forgettable; even Gary Oldman seems boring, and when  have you ever seen a boring performance from him? The werewolf looks like something out of a much campier and much more fun movie. And when it speaks (yes, it speaks) it sounds like something that might have passed for Aslan's stunt double. The only good thing I can say about the cast is that none of them manage to embarrass themselves.

To the movie's credit, the set and costumes are beautiful, and a director with a better eye for cinematography and adventure set-pieces could have made quite a spectacle out of it. Sadly, Hardwicke is as clumsy with anything resembling action as Michael Bay is with anything that isn't action.

That's not to say that Red Riding Hood is a complete disaster. It has a coherent story and tells it with an audience in mind. But when the only compliments I can pay a movie are backhanded, it's obvious that I simply can't recommend it to anyone.

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Limitless

What if a drug could activate your maximum potential and turn you into the most effective possible version of yourself? How would you use it and what kind of person would it turn you into?  This question is equal parts philosophical statement and set-up for standard action-thriller fare in Limitles. And I can say with a certain amount of enthusiasm that it succeeds as a philosophical statement, even if it's somewhat inconsistent as a thriller.

The movie starts out strong, showing us Bradley Cooper as uninspired slacker Eddie Morra failing to make ends meet as a writer and as a boyfriend. A chance encounter with an old acquaintance lands him in possession of a mysterious new drug called LZT, which boosts his brainpower and sets him on the fast track to financial and personal success. That is until things go wrong  Cooper shows some impressive acting talent, and the change he displays over the course of the movie is a believable one. However, I'd cut down on the number of shots of him just walking down the street looking confident. They don't show us anything we don't already know.

Abby Cornish is cute but forgettable as the love interest. She plays her part well but isn't given much to say or do. De Niro gives one of his better late career performances as business magnate and mentor Carl Van Loon, and the relationship between him and Cooper's character remains interesting all the way through the movie.

Unfortunately the film's premise begins to wear thin in the second half. The villain, a Russian mobster with bigger aspirations, isn't as intimidating as he should be, though he provides some good laughs from time to time. Aside from one excellent fight scene, most of the action is daytime TV quality. Certain side  plots are brought up and dismissed to quickly to really have any impact. But what really keeps Limitless from excelling in the second half is that for a guy who's supposedly brilliant enough to learn countless languages and conquer the stock market, he makes some decisions that are just bafflingly stupid. In other words, for a thriller, it's just not as thrilling as it should be. If that seems harsh, it's only because the first half sets up something great but delivers a final product that's merely good.

In short, Limitless won't disappoint, but don't raise your expectations too high either. Behind a few errors in concept and execution there's a lot that works.

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Monday, March 21, 2011

Rango

The premise to Rango is one you you've likely heard before. A fish out of water ends up in a town where he's not wanted, and through sheer luck and a good heart, bumbles and stumbles his way into being a hero. It's a plot that's been used to good, bad, and downright ugly results, and the reason Rango succeeds where other movies have failed is because it takes that familiar idea and completely makes it its own.

This is mostly for two reasons. First, Rango isn't afraid to be strange or even downright absurd and surreal at times, meaning that nearly every scene will be full of strange surprises. Second, the movie makes you think you know where a joke or set-up is going, only to take it two steps further, and more impressively, still know when to stop before stretching the comedy out too thin. What also helps is that the characters aren't conventional archetypes, and everyone has something a little unique or off about them. The result is a movie that's brimming with personality without ever alienating viewers with its quirky excess. The only downside is that sometimes the jokes are so obscure or unusual that I wasn't even sure what kind of humor they were going for.

The voice acting cast is full of talent, including Johnny Depp, Ned Beatty, Alfred Molina, and Timothy Olyphant doing a great Clint Eastwood impression. And for such a quirky role, Depp shows surprising restraint instead of overplaying his character's weirdness to the point of unlikability. Take a note on that, Tim Burton.

The animation is first-rate. While I wouldn't compare it to Avatar or How to Train Your Dragon in terms of visual spectacle or the Toy Story movies in terms of pure liveliness, it still manages to create a world that looks and feels consistently interesting. The characters are especially well-designed, and their unique looks contribute a lot to the movie's cleverly quirky tone.

Also, a last bit of advice. Don't be fooled into thinking this is a children's movie. While kids will be sure to enjoy the action and slapstick, there are plenty of subtle jokes that will go over their heads, as well as a surprising amount of violence and mild profanity.

Simply put, Rango doesn't do anything revolutionary, but what it does it does well and it's guaranteed to be a fun time for nearly anyone. I don't think I've enjoyed an unconventional western this much since the second American Tail, but that could just be childhood nostalgia speaking.

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Sunday, March 20, 2011

[Classic Film Corner] #16: Grizzly Man (2005)

This is easily the most difficult review for a film I have done in over three years of doing them, and not just because of recent personal matters that delayed an output of analyses of classic films – which I do sincerely apologize for, by the way, so feel free to imagine me pelted with pseudo-butter sauce from your cinema’s popcorn machine, if it helps. The bigger reason that this took so long is the subject matter of this documentary, and the personal empathy that I found with the tragic, pained character named Timothy Treadwell. Yes, I deliberately used the term “empathy” and not merely “sympathy”, because I can entirely relate to the desperate passion he develops. When you are hit so low and feel so purposeless that hitting rock bottom seems like a distant memory, anything that makes you believe in something better and more promising for your finite existence…well, it remains special for you long after you’ve moved forward. With that in mind, I will try my best to be objective.


ENTRY #16: GRIZZLY MAN (2005)


If you are a fan of watching nature channels or just have an eye for tragic accidents on news broadcasts, you may have heard about an accident involving the man just under a decade ago. Timothy Treadwell, in his 13th summer living among grizzly bears in Alaska, was mauled and eaten by one of the bears he was attempting to protect in October 2003. Alongside him in headlines was Amie Huguenard, who suffered the same grisly (no pun intended) fate. People were mixed in reaction about his demise and for good reason. On the one hand, he was in clear violation – for many years and openly – of numerous policies regarding viewing distance and interactions with the dangerous creatures, put in place for the safety of both visitors and the bears themselves. However, as a result of his work in Katmai National Park and Preserve, his non-profit organization Grizzly People sparked a fascination with children all across the country and gave national attention (through controversy, a quite effective method) to the topic of nature preservation. director Werner Herzog, both in front of the camera and behind it, does everything in his power to present both sides of this unique tale equally. Using a myriad of resources – ranging from CBS footage to interviews with close friend Jewel Palovak to hundreds of hours of footage shot by Treadwell himself – we get a compelling, multi-dimensional portrait of a man obsessed with the creatures he truly loved and the desperate effort to make sense of his death.

This film demands viewers to make their own conclusions, so here is mine and I’ll attempt to be spoiler-free. Clearly, Treadwell had major psychological issues that the film effectively summarizes, some his own fault and some tragic misfortunes. A scholarship is lost, auditions in Hollywood barely fall short, drugs become involved. Put bluntly, he was a lost soul; and whether it was fate or mere chance that led him to the “Grizzly Maze” depends on who you ask. In any case, it transformed him to the degree that he seemed to want to shed, as Herzog, his “humanness” when around them. At the very least, it gave him a sense of purpose and thus reignited his will to make something of his life – a legitimate transformation if its own. You can call what he did reckless, but through footage of Treadwell’s explanations on screen, it is clear this was not an amateur. He knew an incredible amount about the lifestyle of bears and the Alaskan wilderness in general, maybe to a degree that only comes from true immersion. But whenever you have one cause as your only foundation, it can take on an exaggerated presence in your mind – to the point where you, like Treadwell, overestimate your control of the situation. Terrible luck, emotional instability, and hibernation patterns all mixed together in the worst way, and played any differently, Treadwell would still be alive today. But no one would deny that the responsibility for his and Amie’s death falls directly on him, something I think he’s agree with.

It is always saddening when someone’s calling forcibly isolates him from the rest of humanity, and Herzog treats him in such a “sympathetic” way – and I say it that way because he cannot relate to a view of nature like Treadwell’s, that ignores its chaos and uncertainty. But his goal is not to avoid having an opinion but to give Treadwell a fair chance and he does so masterfully. Perfectly alternating between archived footage (Treadwell’s shots were indeed one-of-a-kind), in-depth interviews and gorgeous shots of the turbulent Alaskan wilderness (which, in the area Treadwell spent his time in, was actually federally protected – a very intriguing wrinkle to his “crusade” against oppressive humans), the film never feels disjointed or wavering in its aims or intentions. We know Treadwell’s fate at the beginning of the film, but Herzog’s pushes on anyway in his analysis of Treadwell’s background, his notable paranoia, and his inner demons. There is also a respectful balance between the gory details revealed and which ones are thankfully omitted to viewers; in fact, Herzog’s listening to the audio recording of their deaths is transformed into a scene unlike any I have seen in a documentary, one that gives me a glimpse of Herzog himself as a character in his own work. And ultimately, his “character” does everything he reasonably can to find meaning in Treadwell’s life and death by final reel’s end.

This should be required viewing for any college student hoping to pursue a degree in film or even journalism. It manages to remain even-handed in its presentation of facts while still presenting its own opinion, and thus, welcomes us to do the same. It is not preachy and it is not an easily digested story, but that is what probably makes it mean such different, significant things to different viewers. For hardened skeptics like Herzog, it is an intriguing case of a man who found sanity in his discovery of a passion – only to later lose it when he discarded the boundary between self and object of affection. For people like me, who have has a similar sort of awakening and rediscovery of self, it serves as a cautionary tale that discourages you from blocking out the outside world for the sake of your inner truth. But did Treadwell actually share a unique connection to the bears he regularly interacted with, as he believed he did? In a way, I personally think that he had a certain familiarity or bond (albeit a limited one) with them, simply because he spent so much time in their proximity – something that should be used to validate, condemn and take seriously his overall efforts. Thanks to Herzog, you can understand why anyone else might think differently about him.

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