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Three Blind Mice

September 9, 2008: Three Blind Mice

It’s very strange to go into a movie theatre at 9am and see it full of people.  Sure, more of them have coffee than popcorn, but it’s still weird.  But, such is life for those at film festivals.

Three Blind Mice is an Australian film about three Navy soldiers on shore leave together, and their adventures one night in port.  One of the three has a fiancee who is being introduced to his friends for the first time.  One of them has been building resentment towards the others due to their involvement in an embarrassing incident at sea not long ago.  They meet up and go their separate ways, meet new people, and move all around the city, all in one night.

I don’t suppose there’s much more of the plot which is memorable, nor necessary to remember.  This is a film about three friends and how the complications of the world lead to ups and downs among them, but there’s still that bond of friendship.  The dialogue seems real, the situations are not seriously stretched from what might happen in reality, and connections and emotions are the order of the day.

This is the kind of movie which might get distribution for a few weeks in major centres, then sit as a lone copy on a video store’s shelf, and be rented here and there and enjoyed by those who happen across it.  Does it rise above the crowd?  If you see it, yes.  Compared with lots of slick Hollywood product, yes.  Compared with the classics of human drama?  Maybe not, but this film knows what it wants to do and does it well.

The writer/director/lead actor was available for Q&A after the film, and was very well-spoken.  Questions from the audience were good as well; this might have been due to the skewed demographic which gets up early in the morning to watch a movie.

Recommended.

Hooked

September 8, 2008: Hooked

During the Toronto International Film Festival, I often get out to see a handful of films.  The first of seven this year was Hooked, from Romania (original title: Pescuit sportiv).

The movie is about a couple heading out on a picnic who accidentally hit a prostitute at the roadside with their car.  They think she’s dead and ponder what to do about it, and it turns out she’s alive.  When she says she wants to go on their picnic with them, who are they to say no?  To go further in depth about the plot, and perhaps to even discuss the movie at all, would be to give things away or to influence how readers perceive the movie.  So how do people review movies like this?

My only comment will be that there really didn’t seem to be as many bugs as I would have expected beside a small lake such as where the group was picnicking.

Two of the producers, as well as one of the lead actresses from the film (Maria Dinulescu), were in the audience and participated in a Q&A after the film.  Dinulescu did the speaking for them all, being far more fluent in English, and did quite a good job with what were actually reasonable questions.  Good questions and good answers are not always available in such sessions.

The movie is well worth a look, although the chance of it seeing any theatrical release, or even a widely available video release, are minimal.

West Side Story

September 6, 2008: West Side Story

Sometimes watching movies is more like work than it is like fun, and this can particularly be the case with 1960s Best Picture winners.  I can recall watching A Man For All Seasons in school and finding it quite dull.  I just recently saw The Sound of Music for the first time, I had been avoiding it since I assumed I would not like it, and I was correct.  Doesn’t it make sense, then, that I might have the same trepidation about West Side Story, also viewed recently for the first time?

Well, I enjoyed this one FAR more than The Sound of Music.  I’ve been working through the Best Pictures I’ve never seen, and still have some work to do in the 1960s, but West Side Story seems deserving.  It’s an edgy story, certainly told in an edgy way for the time, and it holds together nicely, with low-key dance/song routines fitting into the story, mostly eschewing the jarring big production numbers which make me leery of these Broadway musical film adaptations.

Now, everyone has always raved about Rita Moreno’s Best Supporting Actress-winning performance, and I have to say that it really didn’t do it for me.  Maybe it’s the political incorrectness of the fake exaggerated Puerto Rican accent, or maybe it’s something about the attitude of the character, and surely I don’t understand the pressures of being an immigrant trying to make a life in a big city, and I most certainly don’t connect with those pressures when they are distorted through the lens of a stage musical.  I don’t normally begrudge anyone their Oscars and I don’t begrudge Rita hers, but I likely won’t be revisiting the movie any time soon.

The film was shot in Super Panavision 70, which was not uncommon for big-budget productions in that decade (The Sound of Music, Lawrence of Arabia, 2001: A Space Odyssey), which results in a final aspect ratio of 2.2:1, somewhat narrower than the typical (at that time 2.35:1) widescreen aspect ratio.  This has to do with the frame size and shape on the 65mm negatives, and placement of the audio tracks on the distribution prints.  Long story short, these 70mm epics are typically a little narrower than a typical Panavision-style widescreen film, unless they are shot in Ultra Panavision 70 or equivalent (such as Ben-Hur at 2.66:1), but that’s another story altogether.

So you’d expect to see roughly a 2.2:1 aspect ratio on this DVD.  Not so.  I didn’t measure specifically on my 16:9 monitor, but it looked like about 1.9:1.  I really don’t know why this is done for home video transfers, and it’s not at all uncommon.  The effect isn’t huge, but on a movie like this with carefully composed widescreen dance numbers and standoffs, a few people are half disappearing off the edge of the screen.  Disappointing, particularly for an Oscar winner for Cinematography (colour).

The video release version of the new Sex and the City movie runs about 2 hours and 25 minutes, which is only about 7 minutes shorter than West Side Story.  The latter seemed a bit long, but I can’t imagine how much longer the former must seem.  You may not see that review coming up anytime soon.

Say Anything

September 5, 2008: Say Anything

This is one of the oft-referenced classics of ’80s teen cinema.  John Cusack was well-known at the time but not yet a huge star.  He’s another actor I’ve always considered myself to like, but I haven’t really seen much of his work.  Grosse Pointe Blank really worked for me, though, and was one the movies that particularly struck me in 1997 (another being Chasing Amy).

I know I had seen this movie once before, although I certainly can’t say that I remember any of it.  Generally, if I see a movie only once, I don’t retain much from it – a week later I often can’t even recall how a movie ends and who dies or lives.  If I see a movie 3 or 4 times, then I start being able to recite lines, and might actually figure out the nuances of the plot and characters, but I can be a bit thick on a first viewing.

Anyway, here we have John Cusack as a high-school student (actually a recent grad in the summer after Senior year), who finally resolves to make contact with the beautiful smart girl who recently gave the valedictory address, and they start to enjoy each other’s company, but eventually need to address the nearing end to the summer and their different life directions and ambitions.  These differences are judged to be vast by the girl’s father, but the kids aren’t so sure.  Throw in a few major sub-plot complications to force things to a head and get this all done with in 100 minutes, and you have what has become a classic ’80s teen angst film with a small handful of iconic bits (perhaps most notably the shot of Cusack holding up the ghetto blaster…if it’s still appropriate to call it that…outside the girl’s window to try and win her back).

I was struck by how real (i.e. actually believable) the conflict was.  I’m well aware of the construction of a typical Hollywood movie, requiring conflict among the main characters around 65-75% of the way through, so that a resolution can be provided and everyone can finish at a high point.  I sometimes wonder whether my half-assed “devotion” to the movies is rooted in a fundamental cynicism surrounding the dogged consistency of this approach, leading to a greater interest in the less conventional narrative films of the ’70s, although when on occasion I push further into crazy Antonioni or Fellini or Bunuel stuff from the ’60s and ’70s, I realize that I don’t seem to be *that* devoted to getting away from typical film structure.

But getting back to the conflict, it struck me that first of all we were dealing with a very real scenario that many teenagers must deal with at the end of high school, where different people’s paths in life, artificially held together for 4-5 years or more, finally have their first major chance to diverge, but the shared experiences and very real human connections among individuals (I suppose most typically between romantic couples in such movies, although we’re starting to see that pattern broken in recent films such as Superbad, examining non-romantic friendship bonds in more than just a superficial way) make that final summer after high school one which is like walking on a tightrope at times.  So in Say Anything, I’m very happy to see the conflict come from people dealing in an uncertain way with the fundamental paradox of that final summer, rather than from some boneheaded drunken comment overheard at a party, or whatever the device may have been in countless teen angst movies from, say, the ’90s.

It’s good to see John and Joan Cusack working together.  It’s interesting to see Lili Taylor in an early role before she had broken out into much less conventional roles.  It’s good to see John Mahoney playing a real character (although the performance didn’t quite sit right with me in the final quarter of the film) rather than a caricature on Frasier, which was funny for a couple of years but I have difficulty imagining the idea of watching that show for 10+ years.

And of course a review of Say Anything wouldn’t be complete without a full (or half) analysis of Cameron Crowe’s career arc.  This is his directorial debut, although he had been screenwriting previously (most notably Fast Times at Ridgemont High, another teen comedy which holds up surprisingly well).  If I had to pick a favourite of his written/directed films, I’d still have to go with Almost Famous, but that might have just been because I was in a particularly good movie mood, or that it was a particularly good movie year, in 1999, and in 1989 I didn’t take nearly as much advantage of my oodles of free time to actually sit and watch movies.

And of course, as an aficionado of at least part of the responsibilities of cinematographers (I like composition, but don’t care nearly so much about colour and lighting, which is a big part of why it’s not actually my profession), I must mention that this film was shot by Laszlo Kovacs, one of those venerable cinematographers who has been around for decades, and worked with big directors and big stars throughout his career, yet most people wouldn’t recognize his name.  This list is amazing (and no, this is not all recited from memory) – Easy Rider with Dennis Hopper, Five Easy Pieces with Bob Rafelson, What’s Up, Doc? with Peter Bogdanovich, Shampoo with Hal Ashby, New York, New York with Martin Scorsese, F.I.S.T with Norman Jewison, The Runner Stumbles with Stanley Kramer, The Toy with Richard Donner, Crackers with Louis Malle, Ghostbusters with Ivan Reitman.  You get the idea.  He’s awesome.

Well, this review seems to be getting dangerously close to being full-assed, in breadth if not so much in depth or quality of writing, so maybe I’ll stop there.  Say Anything certainly seems to hold up after 19 years – well worth a look.

Boarding Gate

September 3, 2008: Boarding Gate

I was on a bit of an Asia Argento kick recently.  Typically that means that I research and read about someone’s movies/career, think that I’d love to see every single one of their movies, and then I don’t follow through at all, because spending an hour reading about movies is a lot different than investing 40 hours into seeing 20 movies.  Such is/was the case with Asia Argento.  Daring wild-child auteur, daughter of legendary Italian horror/Giallo director Dario Argento, and acknowledged as one of the most intense and real actresses burning up the screen today, she’s probably best known as “the girlfriend in xXx”.

And then there’s Michael Madsen.  I think a lot of people never gave him a second thought beyond his great performance in Reservoir Dogs, and I can’t really blame them, since I can’t name much that he’s done since 1992 other than Species, despite 131 additional IMDB entries in the interim.  I generally think of myself as liking him and his performances.  This movie made me rethink that.

You see, it seems that all of those tics and gestures that made his Mr. Blond character in Reservoir Dogs so cool, powerful, edgy, etc, were just Michael Madsen’s interpretation of Michael Madsen trying to act.  Holding his head at an odd bent-down angle while shooting disapproving looks, a sudden and disapproving sniff, raising his eyebrows in a condescending (and one might say disapproving) way…he’s a bit heavier now, and the lighting’s a bit brighter here, but this is Mr. Blond all over again.  Oh well, we all need to scrape out a living.

So we’ve got some intense and pretty solid work from Asia Argento, a cliched performance by Michael Madsen, and a seriously harsh aesthetic, all laid on top of a plot which is so incomprehensible that even skimming through the final 30 minutes of the movie a second time (I will admit that my attention lapsed at times because I was multi-tasking – I take my half-assed-ness seriously, folks) didn’t explain the ending which didn’t make sense the first time through.

Go out and see some Asia Argento movies, by all means.  There will be rewarding moments, but it may be a bit of a minefield if you seek consistently high quality.

Drillbit Taylor

August 30, 2008:  Drillbit Taylor

I’m a Judd Apatow trooper, so of course this had to come my way sometime.  It’s another high-concept comedy, this one about some nerdy high school kids who hire a bodyguard to save them from torment at the hands of the standard Hollywood-movie-high-school antagonists, primarily jocks.  The bodyguard is vastly underqualified even for this relatively simple task, but manages to grow and develop, and teach the kids some life lessons, and even learn a few himself.  And everybody ends up happy.

I can’t say that I paid 100% attention to this movie, and I don’t think that I or the movie suffered for that.  It is what it is, and Owen Wilson is what he is (which really works sometimes, such as in Meet the Parents, and really doesn’t work sometimes, such as in Behind Enemy Lines).  There were some inspired bits, and it’s a decent role for Owen Wilson, but ultimately if I were to force this review into the whole “positive or negative” extremes, I think it’s clear where this one would fall.

It is nice to see Lisa Lampanelli showing up in a movie – she’s a bit much to take in a concentrated dose, such as one of her stand-up comedy shows, but in a quick cameo she can really spice up a movie sitting on the edge of crudeness, particularly as she was playing herself.

Don’t rush out to see this one.  It’s for Apatow completists only.

Zodiac

August 30, 2008: Zodiac

I’m a big David Fincher fan.  I loved Se7en.  Fight Club was one of the crown jewels of 1999, which was a real peak movie year for me, with 4 or 5 movies that rocked my world, and that was one of them.  I hadn’t paid much attention to Alien 3 until I saw the Director’s Cut and realized that it’s a pretty neat movie as well, and reading the IMDB “Alternate Versions” info for that made me wonder how anyone thought the theatrical version could possibly be a coherent story at all.  Anyway, suffice to say that Fincher does it for me.

I even liked The Game, which nobody else ever seems to have seen or cared about.

So it was nice to see Zodiac getting great reviews when it was out, and I saw it in the theatre and was duly impressed, even though it wasn’t “Fincher-esque” in the usual way.  Also, like most movies based on true stories about which I know nothing, it made me want to learn more about the real details of the story.  Until I got home, anyway.  Writing this review some weeks later, I find that I still haven’t delved into learning all I can about the Zodiac killer.

This hadn’t struck me as being a movie that I needed to revisit many times like the others mentioned above.  A good movie, yes, but not in that way.  But in recent months, I had been feeling more and more like I wanted to see it again, so I finally sat down and did so.  It plays really well, and it’s nice to see characters who act realistically and don’t go flying off the handle or generate some conflict just so that there’s conflict.  I would highly recommend this as a detailed period study of a situation which drove a lot of people close to (and sometimes past) their breaking point.

Hamlet 2

August 29, 2008: Hamlet 2

Two comedies in the theatre in one night.  I’ve discovered in recent years that if I’m going out for one movie, I might as well go to two, since I’m there anyway, and the evening is “occupied” anyway.  Works for me.  Our second film this evening was Hamlet 2.  My wife is a teacher, so perhaps if I had noted that this was an “inspirational teacher movie” along the lines of Dangerous Minds or Stand and Deliver, she might have been more easily convinced to attend, when instead my flimsy explanation was that it must have cultural value since it’s got a Shakespearian connection/influence.

So, I know a bit about Steve Coogan and have seen him here and there, but mostly in Tristram Shandy: A Cock and Bull Story last year.  I lived in England for a time, but too long ago to have caught his pop-cultural rise.  I also know that I love Catherine Keener, to the point of actually buying DVDs of Nicole Holofcener movies (Lovely and Amazing, Friends With Money).  But she’s great at wacky comedy as well, as in Death to Smoochy, Being John Malkovich, Living in Oblivion, and as mentioned in an earlier post, The 40-Year-Old Virgin.  I could go on all day about Catherine Keener, but I won’t do so here.

This one was only 60% on RottenTomatoes, right on the edge of freshness, but with at least one of the review snippets pointing out that this is the “funniest movie to be released this year”, a claim which may be true up to this point, but seemed linguistically anyway to be a declaration that no funnier movie would emerge before December 31.  We’ll see about that.  Well, funny it was, although I’ll reserve judgment about funniest of the year until I see Kevin Smith’s latest, Zack and Miri Make a Porno.

The teacher/class stuff was OK but clichéd, Steve Coogan’s home life seemed woefully underdeveloped, but the eventual musical production made some of the flaws fade into the background.  Not a bad diversion, but certainly not for all tastes.

Tropic Thunder

August 29, 2008: Tropic Thunder

I saw this with my wife and some friends in the theatre.  I was a bit scared, after the unconventional opening, that my wife would hate the film, since it was all movie in-jokes and over-the-top profanity (both of which I love and neither of which she has much use for).  Anyway, things settled into a more normal groove after that, and it turned out to be a pretty solid movie.  84% on RottenTomatoes.com?  I don’t know about that.  But pretty solid.

Ben Stiller as a director isn’t too prolific, his most “Stilleresque” entry having been Zoolander in 2001, which I only recently saw for the first time (and didn’t particularly love, except for the scene at the gas station which I definitely did love).  He’s generally a bankable actor (There’s Something About Mary, Night at the Museum), if a bit uneven (Mystery Men, The Heartbreak Kid).  I’m only now clueing into his ties to the Judd Apatow crowd (despite guest roles in both Freaks and Geeks and Undeclared), this thought having been triggered by seeing Jay Baruchel so prominently featured in Tropic Thunder.  It’s great to see Baruchel finally making it big(ger), rather than just being a pink-eye-infected “stoner bud” in Knocked Up, after having previously been the main star of a TV show (albeit a one-season wonder).

As an aside, let just me say:  I really wanted Mystery Men to be funny.  I really did.  It wasn’t.  I associate that film with Ben Stiller (for better or worse).  This is unfortunate.

The movie is more of a Hollywood parody than I had expected – I knew it was about the movie-making business, but hadn’t realized that it would cut as broadly (if not as deeply) as it did.  Good to see.  Along these lines, the first half was pretty snappy, but the second half degenerated into something more typical/formulaic, not necessarily bad in the second half, but I think it suffered by comparison.  Throughout the movie, I was thinking that I was glad to be seeing it, but that I wouldn’t need to see it again any time soon.

Except, of course, for Robert Downey, Jr.  His performance is the big news story about this movie, and with good reason.  I won’t say much about it in order to avoid colouring (heh) people’s perceptions, but I (as an Academy Awards follower – that epic story for a different post) will be very disappointed if he doesn’t get a Best Supporting Actor nomination for this performance.  It shouldn’t even really be a spanner in the political works since Heath Ledger WILL win Best Supporting Actor for The Dark Knight, but a nod for Downey would be the right thing to happen.

Step Brothers

August 24, 2008 (I think): Step Brothers.

I watched Step Brothers.  I admit it.  This movie was judged by a friend to not be suitable for spending money to see in the theatre.  This friend was correct.

I’m a devotee of the current flood of Judd Apatow movies, even though only a handful of them have been really solid.  The thing is, there are usually enough really funny bits to let the sometimes flimsy “high concept” plots skate by.  Superbad and Knocked Up are solid.  The 40-Year-Old Virgin was uneven, but my love of Catherine Keener and all the supporting players filling in the gaps really helped it to come together.  Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story had lots to work with, and was wildly uneven but had moments of “inspired hilarity”, as a full-assed movie reviewer might note.  There were some funny bits in this one, but the one-note concept really strains to make it to feature length.  Richard Jenkins as the father and Academy Award winner Mary Steenburgen (1980 Best Supporting Actress – Melvin and Howard) tipped this one into tolerable territory, because there wasn’t much holding it together.

I run hot and cold on Will Ferrell.  His SNL-performing days came after my SNL-watching days, so I only knew him in bits and pieces from that, and most of that seemed to be those horrible cheerleaders.  I don’t know what made the youth of today (or, actually, a decade ago) think that was funny.  Anyway, I liked his bit part in Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery, the big breakout in Anchorman (after I revisited it a few years later), Talladega Nights (although that’s one for a whole separate review), Old School was OK, Elf was weird…you get the picture.  I would very much like to see Stranger than Fiction.  Anyway, this material was indeed well-suited to him – angry and profane man-child!

I like John C. Reilly.  He really came to light for me in various Paul Thomas Anderson films (Boogie Nights, Magnolia), and I’ve enjoyed seeing him ascend to co-star and even star status (Talladega Nights and Walk Hard, respectively).  He seems well-suited to the man-child routine as well, even if he’s a bit more abrasive without the charm when doing it.

The trouble just seems to be that movies like this feel the need to have a plot.  I don’t know, maybe they would be worse if they didn’t.  But for some reason there’s always some story arc where the characters become no longer the seriously-flawed caricatures they were when they started out, charm their friends/enemies/families/teachers/colleagues/etc, maybe get together with a girl, meet with some completely unbelievable business or social success providing the money or leg-up they require, and all turns out well.  It would be nice if there was some feasible commercial packaging of, say, three half-hour short films together, which could let these concepts play out at their natural scale.

Anyway, I’ll keep coming back for the Apatow stuff, although I certainly can’t recommend it for everyone.