Thursday, May 31, 2012

Coming Soon to a Theatre Near You: June 2012


Hey folks,

It's been over a month since my last post, though that isn't due to lack of writing. There are about five different semi-completed drafts waiting to be fine-tuned, finished, reconsidered or scrapped entirely. Hopefully at least a couple of those will see the light of day at some point, but in the meantime, let's move on to our monthly look at the films coming up over the course of the next month.

June 1st

"Ha! Look at David Hasselhoff satirizing his Baywatch image!"  - Something no one says anymore due to how often The Hoff has done this in recent years
I've been slowly but surely warming up to the idea of Snow White and the Huntsman, as the marketing has gotten progressively better and the buzz has been encouraging. Additionally, considering how many sarcastic reworkings of fairy tales we've gotten in the post-Shrek era, it's kinda nice to see a movie erring on the side of taking things a bit too seriously. It's only wide release opposition is Pirahna 3DD, which... yeah. Elsewhere, there's the "teenagers compete with each other in a dance competition" flick Battlefield America and a movie about stoned teenagers aptly entitled High School. Basically, that Snow White movie looks better by the minute.

June 8th

Glad to see the franchise hasn't lost its subtly witty touch.
There's probably no way that Prometheus can possibly live up to the expectations which have been placed upon it, but I'm incredibly excited about seeing Ridley Scott return to science fiction (the genre which produced his two finest films to date). For the wee ones, there's Madagascar 3: Europe's Most Wanted, though I still can't force myself to demonstrate any interest in that tedious series (and this is coming from an animation junkie who will probably watch yet another Ice Age movie in the theatre later this summer). Again, the choice is pretty obvious. In limited release, we have a diverse slate of options: the Aubrey Plaza comedy Safety Not Guaranteed, the Robert Pattinson-starring period piece Bel Ami, the Greta Gerwig comedy Lola Versus and Jane Fonda's return to theatres with Peace, Love and Misunderstanding (a sigh-inducing title if ever there was one).

June 15th

How is it possible for Paul Giamatti to look even more Paul Giamatti-ish?
The musical comedy Rock of Ages has a terrific cast, but so did Mamma Mia! and look what happened there. Also, in the wake of M:I:IV, it seems like the public might just be ready to embrace Tom Cruise again, but I'm not sure this is the path which best suits him. Adam Sandler also continues his ambitious attempt to determine just how little effort the American public is willing to tolerate with the inevitable future Razzie nominee That's My Boy. In limited release, the Ethan Hawke thriller The Woman in the Fifth is arriving (and has generated solid early reviews) alongside Lynn Shelton's indie comedy Your Sister's Sister (starring present-day indie staple Mark Duplass).

June 22nd
 
A still from Impenetrable Fog: The Movie
Fingers crossed that Brave represents a return to form for Pixar. No, Cars 2 wasn't an abominable disaster, but it was the first of their films which felt like it could have been made by any major animation studio. Honestly, the Brave trailers haven't done a lot for me, but Pixar's marketing campaigns have traditionally been pretty poor indicators of the final product's (usually impressive) quality. Its biggest competition is Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter, which I suspect will turn out to be one of the summer's most ill-advised experiments. It's a cute idea for about 30 seconds, but the trailers make it look like an exceptionally tedious long-form joke. I'm far more interested in the comedy/drama Seeking a Friend at the End of the World, which looks like it might actually bring some fresh ideas to an increasingly overused idea. Finally, Woody Allen delivers his annual feature with the comedy anthology To Rome with Love. Considering Allen's track record, he'll undoubtedly follow his unexpected Midnight in Paris success with a film which disappoints viewers and causes them to dismiss the prolific director for the umpteenth time.

June 29th

Eugene Levy and Tyler Perry in a playful scene from Formulaic Adventures Test Market Audiences Enjoy: The Movie
The final weekend of the month offers a blend of peculiarities, beginning with Steven Soderbergh's Magic Mike, a romantic comedy set within the world of male strippers. Former real-life male stripper Channing Tatum removes his shirt (and more, presumably) alongside such other frequently-shirtless actors as Alex Pettyfyr, Matthew McConaughey and Olivia Munn. If nothing else, it once again demonstrates that there's nothing Soderbergh won't try at least once. Tyler Perry delivers his latest in the form of Madea's Witness Protection (this time bringing Eugene Levy along to do yet another variation on his "square white man" routine), and Seth McFarlane takes one of the year's biggest risks by spending $100 million on Ted, a movie in which Mark Wahlberg gets into hallucinatory R-rated adventures with a stuffed bear. Good luck with that, pal. In limited release, the critically-acclaimed Beasts of the Southern Wild is finally arriving in theatres. Several folks have described it as a live-action Miyazaki flick, which sounds amazing. Also, Transformers/Star Trek/Fringe writer Alex Kurtzman and Roberto Orci turn their attention to robot-free drama with the Chris Pine vehicle People Like Us. Curious to see how well these two fare when dealing with more down-to-earth material.

Picks of the Month

3. Seeking a Friend at the End of the World

Starring Keira Knightley and Rick Santorum.

2. Beasts of the Southern Wild


Childlike Whimsy: The Movie


1. Prometheus


Welcome back, creepy H.R Giger-designed visual metaphors.


What are you looking forward to?

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Coming Soon to a Theatre Near You - May 2012

Summer movie season is upon us, ladies and gentlemen. Let's take a look at some of the big blockbusters on the horizon (along with some of the smaller movies which will be quietly pleading for your attention).


May 4th
 
Actor Tom Wilkinson, seconds before snapping into a violent rage after a nosy photographer interrupted his afternoon prayers.

Summer kicks off in grand fashion with Joss Whedon's The Avengers. Most of the Marvel movies have essentially been feature-length trailers for this star-studded spectacle, so expectations are understandably high. Happily, early buzz is quite strong and many are suggesting that Whedon has managed to keep his own distinctive voice intact. I'm looking forward to it, even if we're now on our third big-screen Bruce Banner of the 21st Century. A smart piece of counter-programming is being offered in the form of The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, a romantic comedy for viewers of a certain age who would much rather watch Judi Dench, Tom Wilkinson, Bill Nighy and Maggie Smith wander around India than witness Iron Man and Thor punching each other. Seriously, it does look like a nice movie. And for the people who no interest in either of those, there's a movie called LOL which stars Miley Cyrus as a heartbroken teen named Lola. And the sequel will probably be called LOLA, and the trailer guy will say, "Get ready to Laugh Out Loud Again!" And I will sigh heavily.

May 11th

Because nothing says "deadly psychopath" like a pony sweater.

Tim Burton returns with Dark Shadows, a goofy updating of the moody vampire-themed soap opera. I can't exactly say that I'm excited about it, but it at least looks like a step up from Alice in Wonderland. The Danny Elfman score is enjoyable and the cast is talented. We'll see. Not much of note competing in wide release, though in limited release we'll see the lightweight Eva Mendes vehicle Girl in Progress and the hotly-debated-even-though-most-people-haven't-seen-it-yet comedy God Bless America, in which a middle-aged man and a teenage girl wander across the country murdering people who annoy them. In other words, it looks a bit like the movie an internet message board might make if internet message boards were people who made movies.

May 18th

A scene from the forthcoming epic Battleship: The Musical 

The world has already decided that Peter Berg's Battleship will not be good, and early reviews have drawn unfavorable comparisons to Michael Bay's recent work. Eeesh. Then again, Michael Bay's recent work has done quite well at the box office, so maybe Berg and John Carter star Taylor Kitsch shouldn't start crying into their beer just yet. What to Expect When You're Expecting looks terrible in an entirely different way, though that's not really a surprise: no one other than Woody Allen should be permitted to make movies based on self-help books. Sacha Baron Cohen returns to theaters with The Dictator, which is his first traditional feature. Cohen's a talented guy, though his material does a lot less for me than it does for many critics (I found Borat overrated and pretty much hated Bruno). He's subtler and funnier in his more reserved turns in Hugo and Sweeney Todd. Finally, we have the period comedy Hysteria, which stars Maggie Gyllenhaal and documents the invention of the vibrator. Expect many scenes in which elderly British actors (hey, Jonathan Pryce!) raise their eyebrows in astonishment.

May 25th
 
Because nothing says "terrifying cinema" like the letter R printed backwards.

Hey, here's Men in Black III! This probably would have been a huge hit in 2005 (y'know, instead of a full decade after the last Men in Black movie), but now? I dunno. This should be a valuable indicator of whether Smith is still an unstoppable force at the box office (some people said that Seven Pounds proved otherwise, but c'mon, no actor on planet earth could have turned Seven Pounds into a megahit). The trailer doesn't exactly look promising, but I must admit that casting Josh Brolin as young Tommy Lee Jones was a smart move. Also: where else are you going to find Michael Stuhlbarg and Lady Gaga in the same movie? Chernobyl Diaries looks like straight-to-DVD material to me, but one can rarely predict what audiences will go for when it comes to horror (remember how The Devil Inside made a killing at the box office earlier this year?). In limited release, we have Wes Anderson's Moonrise Kingdom, which I can't wait to see. Anderson's twee, formal style is easy to mock, but the sheer soulfulness of his movies is often overlooked. He's an enormously gifted director who seems to grow just a little bit more with each new effort, and this one looks like another winner.

Picks of the Month

3. Men in Black III/Dark Shadows (Because one of these has to be decent, right?)

Actor Will Smith, revisiting Men in Black II for the first time in years and realizing that it really wasn't his finest hour.
   
Actor Johnny Depp explains how he used Roseanne Barr, Count Basie, Andy Warhol and a beetle he found behind the sofa as models for his latest performance.

2. The Avengers
 
A forgotten classic returns to theatres in 3-D!

1. Moonrise Kingdom

Actor Bruce Willis, using glasses as a way of denoting that he is actually making an effort to act.
What are you looking forward to?

Back at ya later

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Should I Be Concerned?

One of my co-workers - an energetic, middle-aged man who has a rather contentious relationship with technology - asked me if I could do him a favor.

"Sure," I said. "What's up?"

"Well, see, you're good with all of this equipment around here. Could you help me patch a song through to a girl's answering machine? Today's her birthday and I'd like to butter her up; make her feel good."

"Yeah, I can do that. This your new girlfriend?"

"Well... I mean, we see each other now and then. You know how it is."

"I see. So what's the song you're looking for?"

"Well, that's the other thing I need your help with," he says. "It's this birthday song... all about birthdays..."

"I assume you're not talking about the usual birthday song..."

"No, no, no, it's this other birthday song from back in the day."

"Is it the Beatles song?"

"No, not that one. It's a guy singing to his little girlfriend - something about teenagers, sweet sixteen, happy birthday..."

"Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen?"

"Yeah! Who did that one."

"Neil Sedaka, I think," I replied, quickly turning to Google to confirm my suspicions. "Yeah, Neil Sedaka."

"Yeah, so that's what I wanna play for her."

"Okay. I hope it's not actually her 16th birthday?"

"I'm not sure which birthday it is. She lives on her own in Atlanta, though, so she's old enough. She made me some cake on my birthday, too, and that's definitely a grown woman thing to do."

"Your evidence seems pretty unshakable."

"Oh, that reminds me - when you dial the number for me, be sure to press *67 so nobody can look at her phone and see who's been calling."

Back at ya later

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Coming Soon to a Theatre Near You - April 2012

April is generally an intriguing month, as studios push out products they actually have some faith in but which probably wouldn't survive against the heavy May/June/July competition. Let's take a look at what we're getting.

April 6th
"Did you ever think this series would be, like, our legacy?"

In recent years, the American Pie franchise has grown irrelevant. The former pop culture phenomenon has devolved into a series of increasingly miserable-looking straight-to-DVD affairs marketed towards easily-amused jocks without internet access. Still, that's not going to stop anyone from attempting to recapture the old magic (?) with American Reunion, which reunites the original cast and provides them with undoubtedly contrived reasons to behave badly. The only other wide release it will compete against is the re-release of Titanic (in 3D, natch), and I wouldn't be surprised if the latter ends up sinking* the former.

*I apologize.

April 13th
Curb your enthusiasm. Seriously.

I keep hearing good things about the horror/thriller Cabin in the Woods, and I keep being informed that the less you know, the better the film will be. I know very little about it, aside from the fact that it was penned by Joss Whedon and reportedly features a cabin in an area filled with trees. Speaking of horror, the Farrelly Brothers are bringing The Three Stooges back to life. The terrible trailers combined with Peter and Bobby's weak track record in recent years have thoroughly scared me away. Lockout looks like a decent slice of genre fun, though its producers can't seem to figure out whether it's "Taken in space!" or "Escape From New York in space!" Either way, it's definitely recycled material. In space. Finally, T.D. Jakes follows up his cinematic version of Woman, Thou Art Loosed with a sequel awkwardly entitled Woman, Thou Art Loosed: On the 7th Day. I hear it's a combination of Taken and Why Did I Get Married, but it's probably less fun than that description makes it sound.

April 20th
"Are you sure people are gonna believe that I drive a pickup truck filled with bags of fertilizer?"

The Lucky One is a Nicholas Sparks adaptation which stars Zac Efron. Odds are that sentence either fills you will unspeakable joy or makes you physically ill. We also get an adaptation of Steve Harvey's relationship book Think Like a Man (advice I've found helpful on multiple occasions), though it has a metatextual twist: it seems the male characters get upset because they've discovered that the female characters have been using the advice in Harvey's book against them. No word on whether Steve Harvey plays himself, but it seems that Ron Artest does. Remarkably, we also get two competing nature documentaries, both of which will undoubtedly remind us that A) animals are adorable, B) are just like us and C) do the darndest things. You can either check out Chimpanzee (narrated by Tim Allen) or To the Arctic 3D (narrated by Meryl Streep).

April 27th
"While I nodded, nearly napping/they placed me in these period trappings."

First up, we have the romantic comedy The Five-Year Engagement. It's another collaboration between director Nicholas Stoller and actor Jason Segal, who made me laugh with both their surprisingly enjoyable Forgetting Sarah Marshall and their screenplay for The Muppets. On the more dramatic side of things, we have V for Vendetta helmer James McTeigue delivering the From Hell-on-Steroids thriller The Raven (which amusingly features the increasingly droopy-eyed John Cusack as Edgar Allen Poe). The Pirates! Band of Misfits doesn't have a great trailer, but Aardman Animation has a strong track record. Whether it's good or bad, it will be absent one mildly amusing leprosy joke. Finally, Jason Statham's latest installment in his Film-of-the-Month club is Safe, which involve the Russian mafia, a kidnapped Chinese girl, corrupt New York mobsters and other elements which blatantly appeal to specific markets around the globe.

Honestly, another weak-looking month. I'm not one who regards blockbuster season as the highlight of my cinematic year, but summer 2012 can't get here quickly enough.

Picks of the month:

3. The Five Year Engagement
That moment when a roaster finally crosses the line and no one else notices.

2. Lockout
"But seriously, my favorite weapon is sarcasm."

1. Cabin in the Woods

A strong indication that the film will deliver what it promises.

 What say you, folks?

Monday, March 19, 2012

An Evening with The Boss

Though I've been a music lover all my life, I've never really been a concert-goer. My general dislike of loud, crowded spaces has consistently overwhelmed my desire to see certain individuals perform live. Sure, I've been to Atlanta Symphony Orchestra events on a number of occasions (and enjoyed them a great deal), but that's a very contained environment where everyone sits, listens and behaves themselves. However, for a variety of reasons, I figured it was finally time to confront my inhibitions and dive into a full-blown rock concert. But where to start?

There were a number of options on the table which interested me. Radiohead was in town recently, and there's no telling how long it might be before they're back in the area. Elton John was playing in Augusta, but the drive was long, the concert conflicted with my work schedule and ticket prices were at least twice as high as everything else. After taking a look at the assorted options, the best choice revealed itself pretty quickly: Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band. I own nearly every Springsteen album and love the music ("Born to Run" and "Darkness on the Edge of Town" would both make a list of my favorite albums of all time), knew that Springsteen and the E Street members were still going incredibly strong as musicians and knew that their live show was held in very high esteem. There was no way that couldn't be a blast, right?

My wife and I arrived early - approximately two hours before the concert was supposed to start. Turns out that was probably too early, since we were in reserved seats and the doors didn't even open until an hour before the concert. Still, I was eager to be on the safe side. Alas, the only unpleasant part of the evening was waiting in line, as the gentleman in front of me was a surly, irritating fellow who kept turning around and blowing cigarette smoke in my face. After we got inside, I was alarmed to discover that this same gentlemen was sitting in my section. Fortunately, he was several rows back and would be too far away to cause me any additional grief.

The concert was supposed to begin at 7:30, but it was clear that wasn't going to happen. Assorted members of the stage crew fiddled with instruments, adjusted lights, climbed ladders and moved music stands as a selection of amiable golden oldies quietly wafted through the room. This continued at 7:40, and 7:50, and 8:00. Every now and then, the lights would start to go dim and the crowd would murmur with excitement for a moment before realizing that it was just another lighting test. Finally, around 8:05, the lights went down completely, and James Brown's "I Feel Good" started blasting from the speakers. The music was so loud that I could feel the ground tremble beneath my feet... or maybe that was just my own excitement for the show to begin.

After Mr. Brown's legendary tune was finished, Springsteen sauntered to center stage and provided his own tongue-in-cheek introduction, including a proud declaration of the fact that, "his new record has been number one on the charts for four straight days!" Without further ado, the band launched into a furiously energetic quartet of songs both outraged and outrageously catchy: the new tunes "We Take of Our Own", "Wrecking Ball" and "Death to My Hometown", with the classic "Badlands" sandwiched in-between. I thought the James Brown intro was loud, but that was soothing in contrast to the live performance - it was deafening, but it only sounded muddy for the first minute or so, as I adjusted to listening with shattered eardrums. After a short while, it was as if I had been listening to music at that volume all my life.

On his previous tour, Springsteen didn't play many songs from the album he was promoting at the time (the tuneful, upbeat "Working on a Dream"), opting instead to focus on older material and audience requests. This time around, he played nearly everything from the new album. I've been listening to "Wrecking Ball" quite a bit in the days since its release, and I like it quite a bit, but it quickly became obvious why Springsteen was placing such an emphasis on the new material this time around: these songs were meant to be heard live. They have a rowdy, infectious quality which encourages audience participation, sing-a-long choruses and massive orchestration which was meant to fill an arena. There are fleeting moments in which the album versions of the songs tentatively incorporate some run-of-the-mill adult contemporary effects (light drum loops, echo effects, etc.). These moments aren't terrible, but they often feel like an uncomfortable attempt to pull sprawling, rambunctious tunes into a more intimate setting. Live, the tunes are thunderous and instantly memorable. It's no wonder that the crowd responded with as much enthusiasm to the new material as they did to a handful of Springsteen's greatest hits.

"Wrecking Ball" has a very specific narrative arc, starting with bleak, angry tunes and slowly working its way towards optimism and hope. It's one of Springsteen's most blatantly political albums (a good deal of it was inspired by Occupy Wall Street, though Springsteen makes his points with more directness and elegance than many of the protesters), and also one of his most blatantly spiritual (references to God and Jesus abound, and the album's final section relies heavily on gospel influences). The concert as a whole offered a similar (albeit larger) arc, and touched on similar themes. While Springsteen kept his well-known political beliefs contained to the lyrics of his music and a passing comment on the economic crisis before playing "Jack of All Trades," he occasionally adopted the raspy tones of an old-fashioned evangelist during some sequences. "We're here to wake you, to shake you and to take you to higher ground!" he crowed while introducing the band.

Despite the weighty themes at work in many of the songs, Springsteen never seemed inflated with a sense of his own importance. Above all, he seemed interested in ensuring that the audience had a good time. After all, they had spent their hard-earned money to escape the troubles of the world, not to wallow in them. Early on, he vowed that everyone would get their money's worth: "We're gonna leave you with your hands tired, your feet tired, your voice tired and your sexual organs stimulated!" he joked. And he more or less lived up to his word, proceeding to deliver over two and a half hours of enthralling music.

After his thunderstorm of an opening section, Springsteen proceeded through more eclectic territory - the moving "My City of Ruins" (from his 2002 album "The Rising", which was also featured prominently throughout the evening - appropriate, given that its exploration of a nation's attempt to heal in the wake of 9/11 fits nicely with his new album's exploration of a nation's attempt to heal in the wake of economic collapse), the wildly entertaining "E Street Shuffle", the moving ballad "Jack of All Trades", the rough-n-tumble obscurity "Seeds" and the stomping "Easy Money."

Catchy as it may have been, the front half of the show was loaded with darker material. It was a good time for a breather. The audience received precisely that in the form of the chipper "Waiting on a Sunny Day" (in which Springsteen did a great deal of back-and-forth with the audience and even allowed a female audience member to sing a few lines), followed by a dazzling performance of "The Promised Land." Things then took an unexpected turn as Springsteen decided to take a musical trip to Motown - after all, he had a brass section with him. He began by rattling off a cheerfully corny speech about the education the music gave him during his youth: "We got geography from The Drifters, who told us where the #$&! Broadway was. We got math from Wilson Pickett, who told us that 99 1/2 won't ever do. And we got sex education from Marvin Gaye!" Bruce and the band then proceeded to deliver a soulful take on The Temptations' "The Way You Do The Things You Do" and a wildly enjoyable cover of Wilson Pickett's "634-5789" (during which Springsteen went crowd-surfing).

The concert then proceeded to its final "official" segment, which offered an increasingly hopeful series of tunes. "Shackled and Drawn" was yet another "Wrecking Ball" tune which killed in its live incarnation, and the one-two punch of "Lonesome Day" and "The Rising" was enormously moving. "We Are Alive" played like the world's greatest campfire song; an affirmation of the human spirit delivered with hushed excitement. Finally, Springsteen tore into the great "Thunder Road," which was as spectacular as ever.

These days, an encore isn't really an encore, but the encore portion was thrilling nonetheless. In fact, the final six tunes may well have been the highlight of the entire concert. Springsteen provided the entire crowd with a magnificent Sunday evening service with the pairing of two new songs: the tender "Rocky Ground" (featuring a surprisingly touching and effective rap interlude courtesy of Michelle Moore) and the soaring "Land of Hope and Dreams." The latter in particular was such a moving experience live, and its (admittedly simplistic) chorus was awe-inspiring when accompanied by thousands of additional voices:

This train
Carries saints and sinners
This train
Carries losers and winners
This train
Carries whores and gamblers
This train
Carries lost souls
This train
Dreams will not be thwarted
This train
Faith will be rewarded
This train
Hear the steel wheels singin'
This train
Bells of freedom ringing
This train
Carries the broken-hearted
This train
Thieves and sweet souls departed
This train
Carries fools and kings
This train
All aboard


It was the performance which deviated the most thoroughly from the album version, with a new introduction, a richer arrangement, a terrific interlude featuring Curtis Mayfield's "People Get Ready" and an extended conclusion. "Let me see your faith!" Springsteen yelped late into the song, raising his hand in the air.

From there, it was an adrenaline-filled sprint to the finish light. The lights came up and the band powered through "Born to Run" and "Dancing in the Dark," then jigged their way through the foot-stomping, hand-clapping and very Irish "American Land". By this point, everyone in the crowd had let go of their inhibitions. People who had simply politely observed were dancing, clapping and singing - sometimes rather badly - but they were dancing, clapping and singing nonetheless.

There was a bit of a shadow hanging over the evening from the beginning. It was the start of Springsteen's first tour since Clarence Clemons' death. Of course all of the members of the E Street Band are talented and essential (Max Weinberg's drum work is a remarkable thing to behold), but no supporting member shaped Springsteen's sound quite so memorably as The Big Man. Would the band be the same without him? Of course not. But the subject was addressed in simple, touching fashion early on. After introducing the members of the band, Springsteen quizzed the audience: "Are we missing anybody?" Lights came up on both Clemons' traditional spot onstage and on the organ once played by Danny Federici (who passed away in 2008). After a while, Springsteen leaned on his microphone stand and said, "All I know is that if you're here, and we're here... they're here."

Filling in for Clemons was Clarence's nephew Jake, who received an enormous amount of support from the audience on his first night. The crowd roared with approval as Jake tore through the sax solos on "Badlands", "Land of Hope and Dreams", "Thunder Road", "Born to Run" and others. The evening concluded with a tremendous performance of "Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out." When Springsteen arrived at the song's passing reference to Clemons ("When the change was made uptown / and the big man joined the band..."), he paused, allowing the crowd to clap, shout and express their love for Clemons for nearly two minutes. At long last, he and the band dove back in, finished the song, thanked the good folks of Atlanta for being so supportive and enthusiastic on their opening night and departed.

Rebekah and I were in something of a daze as we left. We could barely hear ourselves speak, or even think. The reaction from the crowd was unanimous: we had all just seen something incredibly special, and despite the show's considerable length, it was over far too soon. Any concerns I had about being stuck in the midst of a rowdy crowd had been obliterated; once the music started, nothing else mattered. I don't know how much longer these guys will be touring - Springsteen is 62, though he performs with the reckless energy of a 25-year-old - but if you get a chance to see them, don't pass it up. Thanks for an experience I'll never forget, Bruce.

Back at ya later

Thursday, March 1, 2012

A Few Thoughts on the Bource Backlash

Personally, I wouldn't have given the Academy Award for Best Original Score to Ludovic Bource's work on The Artist. However, I did quite like Bource's effort, as it's a breezy, infectious, warmly-orchestrated throwback to golden age film music which works superbly in context.

Unfortunately, it seems that some are remarkably angry about Bource's win. Not because they found his original material lacking in quality, mind you (though some certainly do), but rather because of the manner in which The Artist incorporated an iconic musical selection from Bernard Herrmann's score for Vertigo. It's doubtful that any of the folks complaining will actually read this, but I feel a need to clear up some common misconceptions for the sake of aiding those expressing misguided outrage.

1. It's not Bource's fault.

Quite a few have accused Bource of demonstrating shameless behavior by simply ripping off the Vertigo theme instead of writing original music. The decision was made by the director, not Bource. In fact, Bource actually wrote original music for the scene, which was rejected in favor of the Herrmann piece (you can actually hear Bource's fine composition for the scene on the soundtrack album).

2. The music wasn't stolen.

The piece of pre-existing music was licensed by the filmmakers and was used in entirely legal fashion. This is done in almost every movie - a song written for a Tom Waits album turns up in Domino, a piece of music from The 13th Warrior turns up in Kingdom of Heaven and the theme from Across 110th Street appears in Jackie Brown. Granted, it might have been inadvisable to use such an immediately recognizable piece of film music in this case, but The Artist doesn't violate Vertigo any more than Kill Bill violated Navajo Joe (and it certainly didn't "rape" Kim Novak's "body of work"). If the Herrmann estate didn't want the music used in the film, then they wouldn't have allowed the producers of The Artist to buy the rights to that particular selection.

3. The music wasn't re-arranged for the movie by Bource.

This is a smaller complaint, but a surprisingly common one. The music wasn't arranged by Bource. It is actually a 1993 recording of the theme conducted by Elmer Bernstein. So much of the vitriol lobbed at Bource has gone back to his alleged employment of the Vertigo theme in his score, but Bource simply had nothing to do with it.

The misplaced anger is exasperating, but not exactly surprising. Surprisingly few film critics actually bother to learn anything about what film music does or how it is created, which leads to every other critic referring to any large-scale orchestral score as sounding like a rip-off of John Williams. This also leads to artists who avoid traditional film music technique - Ry Cooder, Trent Reznor, Vangelis, A.R. Rahman, etc. - getting overpraised, simply because their music is so explicitly different from the norm that many critics can't help but recognize that it doesn't sound like everything else. In fact, the distinct nature of Bource's score is likely what earned it the Oscar win in the first place. His music is too thoughtlessly praised, too thoughtlessly condemned and not appreciated enough for what it really achieves.

Back at ya later

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Coming Soon to a Theatre Near You - March 2012

Let's take a look at what March has to offer...

March 2nd

The Lorax: Now with 100% more Danny DeVito!
The month gets off to a rather underwhelming start with the one-two punch of The Lorax and Project X. The former looks like a painful reworking of the beloved Dr. Seuss book, transforming the title character into a lovable crank and adding new characters for the purposes of getting Zac Efron and Taylor Swift into the mix. Meanwhile, the latter appears to be a fairly unbearable use of the found footage format, offering a feature-length version of the sort of party I would do my best to avoid in real life. Still, to each their own. I've never been able to warm up to the fratboy antics of Todd Phillips, but others seem to get quite a kick out of his stuff.

March 9th
"What? You thought I was in the middle of a comeback?"
Truthfully, the more footage I see from John Carter, the more excited I am about it. It could be a massive flop, but I've got to take a chance on a new movie from the guy who gave us Finding Nemo and Wall-e. Perpetually uninteresting director Lasse Hallstrom returns with a new movie called Salmon Fishing in the Yemen, which sounds like a Simpsons joke, but is somehow a real thing. Ewan McGregor is in it, continuing his role as the patron saint of films which exist somewhere between the mainstream and obscurity. I don't know too much about the comedy Friends with Kids, but it certainly has a gifted cast: Kristen Wiig, Maya Rudolph, Jon Hamm, Chris O'Dowd... wait, is this Bridesmaids 2? Anyway, early buzz seems positive. Right about now, Eddie Murphy ought to be coasting on the high of the box-office smash Tower Heist and a successful Oscar-hosting gig. Alas, Tower Heist tanked and he skipped the Oscars. To make matters worse, now he has to witness the release of the long-delayed A Thousand Words, his latest collaboration with the director of Norbit and Meet Dave. Eeesh. I'm somewhat intrigued by the horror thriller Silent House, as it offers another role to Martha Marcy May Marlene star Elizabeth Olsen and has taken the unusual approach of presenting the entire film in one lengthy take (though odds are they've taken the Rope approach and snuck a few subtle cuts in there).

March 16th


Que?
The big-screen update of 21 Jump Street looks pretty limp, but it is directed by the guys who gave us the surprisingly entertaining animated flick Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. Perhaps they'll deliver another unlikely success here? The month's biggest oddity is the comedy Casa de mi Padre, which looks like a typically unhinged Will Ferrell comedy save for the fact that the whole thing is in Spanish. Props to the man for trying something new, I suppose. The trailer is one of those experiences which gives you a strong indication of the film's flavor without really telling you whether or not it's going to be a waste of time.

March 23rd
"Try opening your movie on the 23rd. Make my day."
The Hunger Games, hungry for attention, consumes the multiplex. That's it in terms of wide releases, so one can only hope that it's a worthwhile endeavor. The cast is strong and the premise is compelling, but director Gary Ross didn't really bring anything special to his two previous respectable-but-somewhat-overrated turns behind the camera (Seabiscuit and Pleasantville). Still, I'm there, as I've been assured by many that the source material is solid.

March 30th
"You will watch my antics and you will enjoy them." 
For some reason, we're getting Wrath of the Titans. The trailer makes it look a little more interesting than its bland predecessor, but it's made by the director who gave us Darkness Falls, Battle: Los Angeles and Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning. Blah. It also looks like they're still pretending Liam Neeson's Zeus is Ingrid Bergman circa 1940 with all of those glowing, soft-focus close-ups. Still, the movie looks better than Mirror, Mirror, which appears to represent the talented Tarsem Singh officially hitting rock bottom. I'm not much of a Sean William Scott fan, so I'm not exactly excited about the hockey comedy Goon, but early buzz is mostly positive. Likewise, I've heard pretty good things about the Clive Owen-starring horror film Intruders. It's directed by Juan Carlos Fresnadillo, whose previous film was the excellent 28 Weeks Later (which I've kind of grown to like better than Danny Boyle's more well-regarded 28 Days Later).

Picks of the month:

3. Intruders
Father and daughter, watching The Eagles perform on PBS. 

2. The Hunger Games
Severus Snape's hippie brother. 

1. John Carter

McNulty: Now with 100% more furry armor. 
Another fairly unexciting month, honestly. What are you looking forward to?

Back at ya later

Monday, February 27, 2012

Some Thoughts on the Oscars

I really enjoyed watching the Academy Awards last night, but as always, that was largely because I was with a crowd of people I enjoy hanging out with. The actual ceremony was... well, it was an improvement on last year. That isn't saying much, but the show was rarely embarrassingly bad this time around. No, it was safe, with a typically pleasant and inoffensive Billy Crystal cranking out wheezy old jokes (he started by calling himself a war horse and claiming that "extremely loud and incredibly close" is how his relatives watch the Oscars). Everything about the Oscars felt a little old: the jokes, the host, the nominees (Best Supporting Actor winner Christopher Plummer is now officially the world's oldest Oscar winner) and, uh, the movies highlighted.

Strangely, there was little emphasis on the movies 2011 had to offer, as we were given numerous sequences which highlighted movies of yesteryear. An opening montage paid homage to flicks like Ghost, Jaws, Forrest Gump, Titanic, Raiders of the Lost Ark, etc. A series of Errol Morris-directed montages featured a host of celebrities waxing eloquent about the older movies they love. A clever short film by Christopher Guest recreated a focus group discussion following a screening of The Wizard of Oz. A bizarre Cirque du Soleil performance took place in front of a screen offering clips of older movies. However, there were surprisingly few moments highlighting the actual nominees.

Perhaps that's appropriate, given that 2011's nominees were also ruminating on the past. Woody Allen's Midnight in Paris may be a lesson about how we need to appreciate the present, but it still luxuriates in the glory of days gone by before it gets there. Hugo is in love with older movies. The same can be said of The Artist and Rango. Moneyball and Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close look back at momentous events in the recent past, while Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, The Help, War Horse and The Tree of Life look back increasingly further.

Most of the wins were predictable. Hugo racked up a large number of technical wins, including Best Cinematography, Best Sound Mixing, Best Sound Editing, Best Art Direction and Best Visual Effects. It was good in all of these areas, but wasn't the best in any of them. Meanwhile, The Artist took home five larger prizes, including Best Picture, Best Director, Best Actor, Best Original Score and Best Costume Design. It was expected that one of these two would take Best Editing, but instead that went to The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (a movie which wasn't nominated in any other category). I really like both Hugo and The Artist, so I don't exactly begrudge them their success, but a good deal of superior work was overlooked in most categories in order for these two charming flicks to earn their pile of Oscars. Screenplay awards went to The Descendants and Midnight in Paris, because the Academy wanted to recognize both of those movies in some way without giving them the biggest prizes: the former because it was so good, and the latter because it was Woody Allen's most popular film to date. As usual, Allen didn't attend the ceremony, as he was undoubtedly busy playing jazz or working on yet another screenplay.

I was happy to see Rango win Best Animated Film. It's a deserving winner, even if the overall category was a disaster this year. Similarly, I was happy to see Bret McKenzie's "Man or Muppet" win best song, as it was possibly the best movie song of the year despite landing in a category which was handled horribly this year (the only other nominee was the middling "Real in Rio" from Rio). Octavia Spencer was given an Oscar for her colorful supporting turn in The Help, though Viola Davis gave that film's finest performance (alas, Ms. Davis was robbed by Meryl Streep, who acknowledged that most of America was probably groaning in dismay as they watched her accept yet another award). Christopher Plummer gave the evening's loveliest speech, and examined his Oscar with affection: "You're only two years older than me. Where have you been all my life?"

Overall, it was a rather unmemorable evening. There were no significant upsets aside from Streep, few truly inspiring victories, few painfully bad moments (save for Cirque du Soleil and whatever that was Gwyneth Paltrow and Robert Downey Jr. did) and fewer moments of legitimate hilarity (save for the aforementioned Christopher Guest short and Chris Rock's pointed, entertaining routine on racial typecasting in animation and the challenges of doing voice work). 2011 offered a lot of great stuff, but this year's Oscars offered very few indications of that. For a show all about celebrating the greatness of Hollywood, it seemed awfully hesitant to boast about its latest achievements.

Back at ya later

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

The Best Films of 2011: Part Two

And now, the top ten...

10. A Dangerous Method



Most of director David Cronenberg's films have been centered around moments in which characters begin pushing boundaries and soon themselves facing severe moral dilemmas. Consider Jeff Goldblum's experimental scientist in The Fly, Jennifer Jason Leigh's computer programmer in Existenz, numerous characters in Crash, James Woods' television programmer in Videodrome, Viggo Mortenson's ordinary family man in A History of Violence... the list goes on. Because of its lack of extreme violence or bizarre imagery, many have suggested that Cronenberg's A Dangerous Method just doesn't feel remotely "Cronenbergian" (er, "Cronenbergundian"). Nonsense. The director's comparatively low-key chamber drama is yet another fascinating exploration of his pet themes, as he examines a clash of ideas between two men still regarded as titans in the strange field of psychiatry. The intellectual battles fought between Michael Fassbender's Carl Jung and Viggo Mortenson's Sigmund Freud are fascinating moments fueled by sterling performances and impressively nuanced dialogue, but there are many moments of surprising contrast between the drama which plays out in medical journals and the drama which plays out in real life. The personal lives of Freud and Jung alternately contradict, inform and complicate their official positions on psychiatric subjects; a notion Cronenberg illuminates in subtle, compelling fashion. The heart of the film is formed in the relationship between Jung and his tormented yet intelligent patient Sabina Spielreim (Keira Knightley, who has rarely been better); a relationship which shifts uneasily from professional to personal while turning sticky, sweet and strained at various points along the way.  Cronenberg's film has a great many things to say (and it's a vastly more effective biopic of the three central individuals it features than a more conventional narrative would have been), but the one that really lingers is this: most truly inspired discoveries are ones which lead the discoverer to understand just how far they are from actually understanding anything.  A Dangerous Method is a dialogue-driven movie, but it's the look in Jung's eyes at the film's conclusion which says it all.

9. Drive



To a certain extent, Nicolas Winding Refn's Drive plays like a Michael Bay movie for hardcore cinephiles.  It's landed on the top of quite a few critic's list this year, and it's easy to understand why: Drive feels like a movie made by a person who read every significant critical complaint about glossy Hollywood thrillers and responded accordingly.  General audiences largely responded with displeasure to the film, shaking their heads at its unexpectedly meditative tendencies in much the same way that they shook their heads during Anton Corbijn's The American. For movie buffs, it played like a dream come true; a magnificent exercise in style which fused B-movie pulp, classic noir and European arthouse flicks into a sumptuous cinematic potpourri.  Refn directs like Ryan Gosling's character drives: with consummate skill, precision and timing. The much-lauded car chase sequence which opens the film serves as guide to the film's style: it knows when to charge ahead at full speed, when to take left turns and when to simply stop, look, listen and wait.  The basic story follows a fairly simple noir thriller template, but it's the elegance of Refn's direction which makes it so engaging (I'm still marveling at how the potentially standard-issue climax was transformed into something so strangely beautiful).  It sounds like the sort of thing which might keep its characters at a distance, but another considerable part of Drive's effect is its almost uncomfortable intimacy. The romantic developments, the professional schemes and even (especially?) the killings don't feel like plot developments so much as intense moments of personal revelation. The performances are enjoyable diverse but uniformly excellent: Ryan Gosling's "Man With No Name" poker face, Albert Brooks' passive aggression which occasionally transforms into aggressive aggression, Bryan Cranston's well-intentioned haplessness, Cary Mulligan's slightly frightened curiosity, Oscar Isaac's unexpected sincerity, Ron Perlman's profane crocodile grin... these are such striking, compelling people. This is such a striking, compelling movie.

8. Hugo



Some may raise an eyebrow at the notion of director Martin Scorsese setting aside gangster movies and turbulent period dramas to helm a warm, innocent family film, but Hugo (based on a lovely book by Brian Selznick) is an immensely satisfying change-of-pace for the esteemed director. The story takes place in a Paris train station during the 1930s, and centers on an orphan named Hugo Cabret (Asa Butterfield) who has secretly made a life for himself there. The first half of the film is primarily focused on Hugo's assorted misadventures (in which he makes a new friend played by Chloe Moretz, irritates an elderly shopkeeper played by Ben Kingsley and escapes the grasp of a bumbling station inspector played by Sacha Baron Cohen), but the film quietly, beautifully segues into a tribute to one of the pioneers of early cinema during its profoundly moving second half. I wouldn't dream of spoiling the surprises Hugo has in store, but suffice it to say that the story aligns nicely with some of Scorsese's own personal passions. It's no surprise to discover that while the small character moments are touching, the moments which really resonate are those in which Scorsese gets to demonstrate his deep, unyielding love for the movies. It's positively magical stuff, and Scorsese demonstrates that he can whip up an enchanting all-ages experience worthy of Steven Spielberg. It's also one of the few films I've seen which at least partially justified its employment of 3-D, as the director makes atypically strong use of the format and effectively immerses us in his distinctive cinematic world. The movie illuminates a happy fact which is often overlooked: whether he's placing the spotlight on his childhood home, great musicians, lost cultures, pulpy thrillers of the 1950s, religious icons or pioneers of early cinema, Scorsese is one of the world's finest writers of cinematic love letters.

7. I Saw the Devil



The premise is simple: a man's wife is killed by a serial murderer. Aching with grief and hungry for revenge, the man sets out to find the psychopath who killed his wife. However, his plan is far more complex than simply hunting down the bad guy and killing him: he wants to make the killer's life an endless nightmare. I Saw the Devil is a Korean film which plays as a sharp rebuke to western revenge flicks; a movie which gives audiences their cathartic vengeance and then makes them choke on it. As a thriller, it's nearly as polished and carefully-constructed as No Country for Old Men; it moves forward with both merciless logic and dark humor (a scene involving a screwdriver managed to make me cringe and laugh simultaneously). The word "haunting" is overused in criticism of all sorts, but I Saw the Devil is precisely that.  Striking moments, stricken faces and the melancholy howls of the soundtrack linger with me vividly. I can't shake its raw power. South Korea has transformed into a force to be reckoned with in recent years, and this film is one of the most striking recent examples of the kind of great work that country is producing. It's more violent than almost any American film released in 2011, and yet uses violence more effectively and more responsibly than many American films.

6. Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy



Though Tomas Alfredson's Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy won a great deal of acclaim, there's one common complaint that I'd like to address: the notion that the movie is too confusing. Alfredson's adaptation of John le Carre's great spy novel is an intentionally disorienting experience that flings viewers into cold water and then orders them to stay afloat. Part of the thrill of the movie (and many le Carre novels) is the exhilarating sense of discovery: that moment when a little piece of information finally clicks and all of the pieces start falling into place. Many thrillers attempt to build excitement by allowing the audience to watch as the characters slowly discover information we found about out about long ago.  This one builds excitement by allowing us to slowly catch up with the characters; it's a movie which requires the viewer to lean forward and engage with what's happening. Fortunately, the film rewards our attention with precise, unwaveringly well-organized direction which allows us to feel that we're in good hands. The movie also benefits from a host of fine British actors populating even the smallest of roles, with Gary Oldman leading the charge as the weary, unflappable George Smiley. There's a great moment midway through the film in which we hear a line of dialogue which has been uttered in countless movies over the years: "We're not so different, you and I." It's a line which is usually delivered from the villain to the hero, but it's the protagonist Smiley who utters those words in Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy. In Alfredson and le Carre's icy Cold War world of deceit and impersonal treachery, it can be difficult to distinguish the heroes and villains amidst all the shades of gray. The film's sharp left hook of a climax simultaneously reveals the full extent of the film's chilliness and the surprising depth of its empathy; leaving us as disoriented emotionally as the film's opening scenes left us disoriented narratively.

5. The Descendants



"You'll laugh, you'll cry," is the oldest critical blurb in the book, but it just might be true in this case. The Descendants is a movie which finds enormous humor in its bleakest moments, and one which reveals enormous sadness during its funniest moments. Part of the reason it's so moving is that director Alexander Payne resists easy sentiment; The Descendants elicits its tears by recreating warm and painful familiarities rather than simply offering crass manipulation. The complicated emotions the movie generates are reflected by the complicated premise: a husband and father (George Clooney) is told that his wife (who is in a coma after a boating accident) will die soon. Shortly after, he learns that he wife was cheating on him. The combination of anger, confusion and grief combined with the responsibility of raising his two daughters on his own makes his existence nearly unbearable. The film might have been, too, but Payne and Clooney find so many bracingly irreverent laughs without ever cheapening the depth of the film's emotional undercurrent. The latter's performance may not seem like a dramatic change-of-pace at a glance, but look closer: Clooney strikes some new notes and allows himself to be more emotionally exposed than ever before. The Descendants is one of the year's most impressive and challenging tonal balancing acts, and by the time it concludes you feel you know its rich characters personally.

4. The Artist



Here's why this movie is ranked so high on this list: it made me really happy. It might be easy to take a quick glance at the movie's promotional materials and guess that I'm honoring this movie because it employs the double-gimmick of being both silent and black-and-white while paying homage to a long-forgotten cinematic era. No. The Artist is a marvelous romantic comedy which uses its position as a silent movie as a springboard for tremendous humor, invention and joy. It's liberated rather than constrained by the lack of audible dialogue. To be sure, it pays affectionate homage to the old hams of the silver screen (this movie's version of silent movies runs closer to Douglas Fairbanks than F.W. Murnau), but the movie is in love with the limitless potential of the medium - silent or not - to bring happiness to viewers. The humor is frisky and frequent, the moments of drama have legitimate weight, the romance is persuasive and the actors seem incredibly pleased to be a part of the whole affair.  There are fine supporting turns from well-known pros like John Goodman (very blustery), James Cromwell (very noble) and Penelope Ann Miller (very rigid), but the movie belongs to French stars Jean Dujardin and Berenice Bejo. As established silent star George Valentin, Dujardin offers a smile so radiant that the screen can barely contain it: when he grins, he seems so overcome with delight that you can't help but grin along with him. Meanwhile, Bejo offers an exuberance not entirely dissimilar to Paulette Goddard in Modern Times; a fresh-faced energy and warmth that allows one to instantly understand why Valentin falls for her as quickly as he does.  The machinations of the plot require these two to spend a good deal of time apart, but that's only because it knows how badly we'd like to see these immensely likable people get together.  The only thing wrong with The Artist is its title, which effectively disguises what an accessible, appealing crowd-pleaser it really is.

3. Melancholia



There is a part of me which would like to place this film much lower on this list.  Not because it's lacking in craftsmanship (director Lars von Trier delivers exhilarating contrast by selectively dropping artful, elegant, jaw-droppingly gorgeous sequences into a movie largely built on effective shaky-cam naturalism) or great performances (Kirsten Dunst does the best work of her career, and is backed by a uniformly impressive supporting cast) or thematic depth (von Trier incorporates potent symbolism much more persuasively than he did in this film's companion piece, Antichrist), but because my relationship with it is so fractured and contentious. Melancholia is the most effective portrait of depression I've ever seen, made by a director who has famously used filmmaking as a way of dealing with his own depression.  While Antichrist was an impressive, disturbing movie about depression, Melancholia seems to take things a step further: the film itself is depressed, and depressing (perhaps the most potent rebuttal to Roger Ebert's claim that no great movie is truly depressing). Melancholia is also a blatantly nihilistic movie. That's nothing special in and of itself, but leave it to Von Trier to find liberation and exhilaration in nihilism. Melancholia is nearly as persuasive in its anguished, disgusted, despairing view of the world as The Tree of Life is in its serene, uplifting perspective.  Melancholia is a film of dangerous beauty; crushingly sad yet bizarrely enthralling and cathartic.  It's almost certainly von Trier's most accessible and immediately engaging film, which only adds to its potency. Lars von Trier can be maddening, exciting and unsettling, but he should not be ignored. By all means proceed, but proceed with caution. An easily-seduced deep thinker like Michael Fassbender's Carl Jung wouldn't stand a chance against the death-affirming arguments of Melancholia.

2. Take Shelter



I spent a great deal of time debating which film to put at the top of my list for 2011.  It pains me to put Take Shelter in second place, as it's genuinely one of the finest films I've seen since I began reviewing movies (in fact, it sat on top of the list for a lengthy period of time before I changed my mind yet again - I came so close to caving in and just calling it a tie). Nothing could have prepared me for this emotional wrecking ball of a movie. Sure, it's a brilliant film on many levels. On a basic surface level, it works superbly as a Twilight Zone-style thriller (even though that description makes me wince a little, as it makes the film seem vastly more gimmicky than it really is). On a deeper level, it provides a pitch-perfect snapshot of life in present-day America; subtly nudging us with painfully familiar little reminders of the countless political, social and economic storm clouds which have been quietly building in recent years. On yet another level, the film functions as a showcase for actor Michael Shannon, who delivers one of the strongest, most searingly authentic performances I've seen by anyone, ever (Shannon makes some of this year's highly-touted awards-bait performances look remarkably shallow in contrast - the fact that he wasn't even nominated for an Oscar is shameful).  However, beyond all of that (though incorporating much of that), the movie creates an emotional vortex which quickly sneaks up on you and then consumes you. Take Shelter is relentless once it has you in its grip; leaving you spent and in a daze by the time it finishes dragging you through an increasingly affecting, impossibly tense series of developments. It's common for some reviewers to employ aggressive hyperbole when describing certain movies: "It grabs you by the throat and won't let go!" they'll say of something like the latest Luc Besson action flick. However, such hyperbole is merited in the case of Take Shelter. Once it hits you, it leaves a mark.

1. The Tree of Life



It's entirely possible that Terrence Malick's latest film is the most ambitious, audacious piece of cinema since Stanley Kubrick's 2001: A Space Odyssey. The structural similarities between the films are striking: they begin with two shorter opening chapters, move into a lengthy third chapter which forms the central storyline and the bulk of the film and then conclude with an enigmatic trip into the future. Both offer beautifully-told tales of specific people in a specific place (Kubrick offers the saga of the relationship between two astronauts and a devious computer, while Malick offers the coming-of-age story of a young man living in 1950s Texas), but both are about so much more than what they're about. Of course, Kubrick and Malick are dramatically different filmmakers on some levels, as Kubrick's movies are as chilly and sterile as Malick's are teeming with untamed organic life. Even so, it's increasingly hard to shake the feeling that the two are very much in the same class. How many other filmmakers share the remarkable combination of raw talent and endless ambition which Kubrick and Malick have demonstrated?  There are too few filmmakers willing to dream big, and even fewer capable of actually realizing those dreams. 2001 and The Tree of Life are truly great movies, but much of their greatness is found in what the viewer brings to the table beforehand. The wonder of The Tree of Life is the manner in which it manages to tap into so many basic-yet-profound elements of human existence, inspiring us to recall our own childhoods, belief systems, spiritual journeys and family relationships as we reflect on the enormous questions Malick poses. In the hands of a lesser filmmaker, it all might have come across as eyeroll-inducing new age hokum. Then again, a lesser filmmaker probably wouldn't have even attempted it. Many films have left an impact on me in assorted ways, but few have stirred my soul in the way The Tree of Life does. My emotions were all over the place when I left the theatre after seeing it for the first time, but the overwhelming one was gratefulness. I was so grateful that I had been given the opportunity to witness such an awe-inspiring work of art. The Tree of Life is the best film of this year and quite a few others.

An addendum: Last year, I placed Shutter Island at the top of my list because it was the ultimately the film which had the largest emotional impact on me (some might judge this as a suspect way to pick the year's best film, but I would contend that cinema is fundamentally an emotionally-driven medium). It's no mistake that the three films which top this year's list are movies which had a similarly overwhelming impact. At the end of Melancholia; I was convinced that it was simultaneously one of the most genuinely depressing yet strangely exhilarating movies I had seen. At the end of The Tree of Life; I was convinced that it was one of the most legitimately profound and transcendentally beautiful movies I had seen. At the end of Take Shelter; I had to take a deep breath and remind myself that I had only been watching a movie. What a remarkable year 2011 was.

I'd love to hear your thoughts/picks/etc., so hit me up with your feedback.

Sometime soon, I'll offer some honorable mentions and useless awards.

Back at ya later

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

The Best Films of 2011: Part One

I started reviewing movies back in mid-2004. The first film I reviewed was the Bernie Mac vehicle Mr. 3000. Since that time, I've been making weekly pilgrimages to the theater to observe the latest in the world of cinema. Some years have been better than others - 2005 was a rather rewarding first full year of reviewing, and 2007 also offered an exceptionally generous dose of greatness. However, I must confess that 2011 is the greatest movie year I've experienced since I started doing this. There were so many tremendous efforts released last year that I seriously contemplated putting together a top 30... or 40, or 50. However, I've traditionally limited my list to twenty titles, so that's how things will remain. A lot of very fine films didn't make the cut, and some of the films I've left out might actually be better efforts than some of the efforts I've included. You'll inevitably disagree with some of the choices I've made, and you'll certainly think that certain movies have been placed in the wrong order. That's the way it works with any "best of" list. Still, I hope you'll enjoy reading a few thoughts on each of these flicks and perhaps find yourself inspired to check out some of the titles you might have missed. Today, I'll start with number 20 and work my way down to number 11.

20. Everything Must Go



I was surprised by just how much Dan Rush's directorial debut moved me. The trailers made the film look like a middling series of indie-movie quirks; a slightly lower-key platform for Will Ferrell's antics. However, the film itself turned out to be something considerably deeper and sadder. Everything Must Go strikes a memorable tone which lingers with you: a spare matter-of-factness laced with weary humor. The film beautifully captures Raymond Carver's writing style; it's even stronger in this area than Robert Altman's masterful Short Cuts, which was a great movie but far more Altman than Carver. It's also one of the most effective portraits of alcoholism I've seen. Gone are the Oscar-bait histrionics of The Lost Weekend, Days of Wine and Roses and Leaving Las Vegas. Ferrell's alcoholism doesn't turn him into a raging tragedy, but rather quietly debilitates him. He's just drunk enough to prevent himself from doing anything well. Ferrell's performance is one of his best, and the relationships he develops with a neighbor (Rebecca Hall), a local kid (Christopher Jordan Wallace) and an old high school classmate (Laura Dern) feel atypically authentic. The movie has its share of flaws (some ill-advised gags, a couple of uncomfortable tonal shifts and a score which feels slightly off), yet its accomplishments have really lingered with me. Like A Single Man, it's one of those movies which is so much better than it really is.


19. The Adventures of Tintin



Among its many other accomplishments, Steven Spielberg's The Adventures of Tintin serves as a sharp reminder that our present-day golden age of animation has only begun to tap into the medium's potential.  There are breathtaking shots and scene transitions in Tintin which gleefully inform the audience, "since it's animated, we can pretty much do anything we want."  The movie is an adaptation of the popular comics by the beloved French artist Herge, whose sense of whimsy hasn't been diluted by Spielberg's delightfully frantic, idiosyncratic picture.  Like Spielberg's Indiana Jones movies, the film is largely a callback to adventures of yesteryear (the comical manner in which it treats alcoholism is definitely a charming relic of the past) which transcends its inspirations with the aid of cutting-edge modern technology.  It's just about as much fun as an Indy adventure too, though it's quite possibly the most weightless film Spielberg has directed to date (even 1941 had more heft that Tintin).  That's not an insult, just a basic description: Tintin is designed to be an easily digested popcorn flick brimming over with grand jokes, colorful supporting characters and sweeping action set pieces.  Sure, the title character is disappointingly thin: Jamie Bell's Tintin is a generic leading man (good-looking, well-mannered, resourceful and energetic) who is generally shoved off the screen by any supporting players he encounters (particularly Andy Serkis' endlessly delightful Captain Haddock, who eventually claims the movie as his own).  Still, the film is so effortlessly good at so many things that it's alarmingly easy to overlook its countless virtues. The Adventures of Tintin is another of Spielberg's consummate entertainments.

18. Rango



One of the things I liked most about Gore Verbinski's work on the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise is that as the series progressed, the director began to use the vast resources the franchise granted him as an opportunity to explore the whims of his considerable imagination (the sequels were almost, I dare say, Gilliam-esque at times).  In 2011, hired gun Rob Marshall took over the Pirates series and revealed that Verbinski perhaps played an even larger role than Johnny Depp in making that series entertaining and watchable.  Meanwhile, Verbinski moved to the realm of animation and tackled Rango, one of the most joyfully liberated animated movies of recent years.  Employing a distinctive animation style which fuses cartoonish character design with eye-popping detail and getting exceptional performances out of his actors with imaginatively-staged recording sessions, Verbinski gives us what feels like his purest work to date (though The Weather Man remains his best).  Many animated flicks have paid tribute to other movies with visual gags and verbal riffs, but Rango builds the history of cinema into its DNA.  The end result is a movie which feels like the strangely wonderful dream one might experience after a drug-enhanced movie marathon consisting of Chinatown, The Good, The Bad and the Ugly and A Bug's Life.  Beyond all of that, it's just of lot of fun, delivering a supremely satisfying fish-out-of-water (er, lizard-out-of-terrarium) tale loaded with witty dialogue, clever sight gags and tremendous action sequences (particularly a soaring canyon chase which distinctly recalls Star Wars and Apocalypse Now).  As in 2010, many of 2011's finest movies were largely built on an affection for older movies.  Even so, Rango is the first one I've encountered which quite literally worships older movies. Its enthusiasm and invention are infectious.

17. Margin Call



2011 gave us numerous impressive directorial debuts (the aforementioned Everything Must Go, Sean Durkin's Marcy Martha May Marlene, John Michael McDonagh's The Guard, James Bobin's The Muppets and Joe Cornish's Attack the Block are among them), but the strongest was writer/director J.C. Chandor's Margin Call. Focusing on a handful of key figures over the course of 24 stressful hours at an investment bank, the film offers a insightful and surprisingly moving account of what went wrong and why. It works tremendously as a number-crunching thriller, but also takes detours into noir both visually and philosophically. Chandor reveals himself as a less self-consciously stylized David Mamet, offering his characters extended monologues which are by turns biting, profound, profane and sobering. The quality of the script must have been evident to nearly everyone who read it, because Chandor managed to get a huge supply of talented actors to chip in (Zachary Quinto, Jeremy Irons, Kevin Spacey, Paul Bettany, Simon Baker, Demi Moore, Stanley Tucci, Mary McDonnell), all of whom bring their A-game to the material. It's an angry movie, but one made more effective by its unwavering level-headedness and its empathy for the devil.

16. 13 Assassins



Takashi Miike has the distinction of being one of the world's most prolific (his IMDb resume makes Clint Eastwood and Woody Allen look lazy) and notoriously controversial filmmakers (his Audition contained some images which still unnerve me, and I don't think I can stomach the idea of sitting through Ichi the Killer ever again).  Imagine my surprise when he unleashed 13 Assassins, a film so conventionally polished and classically constructed that it might have been directed by Kurosawa.  To be sure, we've seen many films imitate/pay homage to Kurosawa's legendary Seven Samurai, but Miike's is the first I've seen which both respects and debates its inspiration.  While a classic samurai thriller in construction, 13 Assassins upends a number of cinematic traditions and questions the notion of unwavering allegiance to the esteemed samurai code - particularly when that code clashes with more basic principles of morality. Beyond of all that, 13 Assassins is a terrific piece of entertainment, boasting well-drawn characters, impressive slow-burn pacing which eventually erupts into a relentless frenzy, a climax which draws a great deal from Leone (who drew a great deal from Kurosawa, making the initially off-kilter homage seem as strangely appropriate as a samurai breaking his sacred code to do the right thing) and a just a pinch of the supernatural.  It's yet another recent movie which draws on the history of movies for its power, but it does so in a manner so understated that the casual viewer might not even notice. Miike insists that this represents the start of a new chapter for him as a filmmaker. One can only hope.

15. Jane Eyre



Charlotte Bronte's esteemed classic has been adapted for the big and small screen many times, but Cary Fukanaga's take on Jane Eyre is the most rich and rewarding to date. As with Joe Wright's Pride & Prejudice, the film impresses by infusing a familiar story which is often given the stuffy wax museum treatment with a real sense of passion and atmosphere. The film's use of natural light makes it one of the year's most breathtakingly beautiful visual experiences, and the sublime performances of Mia Wasikowska and Michael Fassbender sell us on an unlikely and potentially creepy romance. Fukanaga quietly highlights the story's tawdry underpinnings without betraying the novel's sense of restraint, makes large cuts without damaging the core of the tale and is willing to allow audiences to pick up on certain things for themselves rather than spoon-feeding it to them via awkward exposition. Best of all, it's a period movie which feels very present (something which can't be said about so many adaptations of classic literature). Jane Eyre is a movie capable of stirring even the hearts of those who might ordinarily dismiss this sort of thing.

14. The Ides of March



There's a complaint I kept hearing about The Ides of March which bothered me a great deal: "It doesn't tell us anything we don't already know."  Critics (even many who liked it) complained that the movie was delivering old news, but they completely failed to recognize that The Ides of March isn't supposed to be a wake-up call.  It's a movie about the sad necessity of cynicism in today's political arena; a modern fable which puts many of our political system's most exasperating problems in dynamic, well-presented context.  George Clooney's movie isn't intended as an informative experience so much as an empathetic one.  The actor's liberal political inclinations are well-known, but his direction is unwaveringly classy and even-handed.  This is a movie which avoids needless cheap shots for the sake of keeping the focus where it needs to be.  The crisp direction, no-nonsense bustle and emphasis on character gives The Ides of March the air of being a present-day All the President's Men; though in this case the villain is simply too large and deep-rooted to be destroyed by something as laughably disposable as truth.  It plays like a wake for idealism.

13. Mission: Impossible: Ghost Protocol



The first three Mission: Impossible films are strangely disconnected experiences; fairly self-contained exercises in style which contain little continuity outside the fact that the main character is played by Tom Cruise in all three outings (and even that's a little suspect, as Ethan Hunt seems to change dramatically from installment to installment). As such, it's a surprise to discover that Brad Bird's Mission: Impossible: Ghost Protocol is the first film in the series which actually seems to have an awareness of the movies which preceded it. Bird actually brings a sense of playful history to the table, and creates a movie which fuses the strongest elements of the earlier installments into an exhilarating piece of action-movie machinery. Bird's Mission: Impossible is a relentlessly exciting flick, hurtling from one massive set piece to the next with gleefully nimble wit and invention. After so many recent blockbusters which simply attempt to beat us into submission with noise and expensive-looking explosions, Ghost Protocol responds in thrilling fashion by actually constructing a great action movie rather than merely buying one. Though he had proven himself as one of the giants in the field of animation, Bird makes a surprisingly seamless transition to live-action filmmaking as he deftly juggles savory bits of humor, heart-pounding suspense, involving character development, rich locations and entertaining plot turns. From the Dean Martin-enhanced prison break to the unexpectedly resonant finale, Mission: Impossible: Ghost Protocol keeps us hooked. The series has always been entertaining, but Bird takes it to a new level of exhilaration.  There were many rewarding movies in 2011, but my viewing of Ghost Protocol was the most fun I had in a theatre all year.

12. War Horse



Throughout War Horse, there were moments in which I began to grit my teeth and prepare myself for the worst.  "Okay," I would think to myself, "This upcoming scene has been telegraphed to death, and I know exactly how it's going to play out and what sort of emotions it will attempt to inspire."  Then, the movie would proceed to play out more or less as I had envisioned, and I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my face.  There's no question that War Horse is a film which wears its heart on its sleeve, but Steven Spielberg's achingly sincere direction once again elevates material which might have seemed cheap in lesser hands.  As with Schindler's List and The Color Purple, we aren't brought to tears by horrific tragedy but rather by moments of goodness and humanity in the midst of that tragedy.  War Horse uses its title character as a vehicle through which we witness the worst and best of humanity; the presence of the innocent beast inspires small-scale dramas which make human conflict of all sorts seem petty (whether it's one country going to war against another or a poor farmer locked in a struggle with his landlord).  Time after time, the director goes for broke and succeeds against all odds (particularly in a concluding series of shots which distinctively recall the warm, dusky, sprawling vistas of John Ford - in fact, Ford's influence can be felt all over the place), delivering a humanist fable which once again reminds us that Spielberg is unparalleled when it comes to finding truthful, resonant hope in the midst of horror.

11. Moneyball



Even if football has officially taken hold as America's obsession, baseball will always be America's pastime. Though we live in an age of steroids, frenzied trading and high-profile salary disputes, there's something undeniably romantic about the game.  One of the most affecting elements of Bennett Miller's Moneyball - a movie largely devoted to taking us behind the curtain and giving us a look at the hard, cold, finance-driven world of baseball's upper management - is that it just can't bring itself to completely deny or suppress baseball's raw beauty.  Billy Beane (played in persuasive, understated fashion by the increasingly mature Brad Pitt) is a General Manager who's been so thoroughly burned by baseball that he can't even bring himself to actually watch the games in person.  Perhaps it's that distance which enables him to accept the idea of dispensing with conventional thinking, hiring a young number cruncher (Jonah Hill) fresh out of Yale to replace seasoned scouts and attempting to figure out how to build a capable team on one of the smallest budgets in the major leagues.  Moneyball is alternately smart, inspirational and melancholy, though it's consistently subtle no matter which shade it employs.  You smile even as your heart sinks; you sigh with admiration at baseball's elegant beauty even as you objectively observe what a cruel mistress the game can be.  Though it's been suggested that Moneyball focuses on business rather than baseball to such a degree that it might not even be a sports movie, it most assuredly captures something truthful about the game in the midst of all the surprisingly engaging mathematical drama.

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