Monday, November 1, 2010

Back to the Blog with Eden Lake

2009
Director: James Watkins
Cast: Kelly Reilly, Michael Fassbender and Jack O'Connell
Plot: Refusing to let anything spoil their romatic weekend break, a young couple confront a gang of loutish youths with terrifyingly brutal consequences.

Well its been some time since we, your muchachos, have found time to discuss our latest movie viewings. I blame our watching of Gary Marshall's gorey love-fest Valentine's Day but that's debatable...

Luckily we recently viewed a movie so vile and upsetting that it begged for a blogging. For some time we had Eden Lake on our queue of movies to watch but somehow the timing never seemed right; I'd heard it was scary and disturbing but nothing to make it stand out. The plot of this UK movie seemed straightforward, couple goes camping, encounters some rowdy youth, things go unspeakably wrong. I think we may have originally picked it up since it has that adorable Michael Fassbender as the leading man. Eden Lake is scary, terribly dark, unrelenting and offers some unique perspectives on what appears to be a rather ordinary horror plot. There are obvious connections to the French film Them (Ils) where another couple is harrassed by teens, but unlike Them, Eden Lake gives motive and conscience to its dark teens. Sure they start out vicious and completely apathetic, but when things start going really badly, and their psychopathic ringleader indicates they'll have to kill the couple, most of the kids visibly squirm at the idea. When they are forced by their leader to take turns torturing poor Fassbender, equalizing the guilt of the situation throughout the group, you have one of the grossest horror movie scenes I've ever encountered. Not only are we scared as Fassbender faces his torture and the plans of the disturbed ringleader, but we are also scared for these kids doing it, one of whom is so upset he closes his eyes and clumsily thrusts a boxcutter into Fassbenders mouth. The end result was a movie that both scared the crap out of me, and also made me feel like I watched a really disturbing pyschological drama (Mean Creek came to mind since it also includes kids stumbling into homicidal situations). This gross-out feeling goes along with almost any of the newly genred "torture-porn" horror movies, but there is much in Eden Lake that Eli Roth's Hostel's could learn from. Its the idea of torturing someone that's disturbing, not showing gorey close-ups of the torture happening. And again its the dual point of view of the victims as well as the kids, who cringe and even cry as their bully orders them to finish what they started. I literally had to watch Arrested Development to get into a happier frame of mind after watching this movie, because if this plot didn't sound dark enough, wait until the ending!

Friday, February 19, 2010

Fantastic Mr. Fox: Finally, a Meryl Streep Movie Michael Scott Could Not Love

Director: Wes Anderson

Cast: George Clooney, Meryl Streep, Jason Schwartzman, Eric Chase Anderson

Plot: Based on the Roald Dahl childrens book of the same name, Mr. Fox and his prairie animal companions deal with a group of farmers hell bent on rooting them out after Mr. Fox steals their hard-made goods; or, the anarchic fecundity of all living things vs. industrial capitalism.

Despite the fact that I'm now joining the ranks of movie reviewers, I usually avoid reading reviews. Unless, that is, I don't like a movie. When I see a movie that makes me want my time and money back, I love to see someone put to words all my feelings of frustration, and trash the shit out of it. Now it's my turn, and I hope in this inaugural post I do justice to the feelings of those of you who are disappointed by Fantastic Mr. Fox.

I didn't hate it, and it had some great highs. There were moments where it was so cute I almost cried. There were some beautiful shots that made me watch them again, and there were shots that worked perfectly with the stop-motion format. I just didn't get it. From the first few scenes, Anderson laid out a clear aesthetic point of view, and then in the next smashed it to pieces. Then went back to that comfortable, appealing first vision only to smash it to pieces again later. One of my biggest complaints is that Anderson could not completely commit to one stylistic approach to stop motion, and moving between the various styles was jarring and unpleasant.

The first version that made up most of the movie sought to go the route of movies like "Chicken Run" and make the characters as human and three dimensional as possible, only more. Complete with clothes, business interests, blinking, pancakes, and all sorts of humanesque attributes, the original style was all about making the characters lovable and cute by exploring the "what if animals lived like us?" angle. It's a similar idea that drives people to dress up their pets: it's kitsch but it's cute as hell sometimes. But during action sequences, he portrayed them so cartoonishly that it could have been an episode of Coyote and Roadrunner. When Mr. and Mrs. Fox go stealing squab in the beginning, they change from humans in fox form to fucking Tom and Jerry, bounding over farm buildings in one leap while doing cartwheels. Or worse, they loose all semblance of either. In one sequence where the animals are flushed out of their underground dwellings into the sewer system by a flood of hard apple cider, the images are reduced to paper cut-outs against two dimensional pictures of sewer pipes.

Now, there's nothing inherently wrong with any of these. They just don't work together. Juxtaposition of opposites is funny (think about Ron Jeremy Standing next to Shaq, and don't laugh) but that doesn't work with cinematography and style. If in the middle of "District 9" the camera work and feel suddenly changed to that of "The Wedding Singer" would it work? That kind of graceless shift doesn't work because it just doesn't make sense to your brain. It pulls you out of that comfortable world we create, in which the movie and it's characters are real, and we care about what happens as if it were actually happening.

But then, in all honesty, there wasn't that much to care about anyway. Wes Anderson may have fallen victim to that same obsessive syndrome that produced three of the worst movies, in terms of content, of the past decade. That's right: that god damn Hayden Christenson, Jar-Jar Binks laden, miticlorian-what-the-fuck, Natile Portman-is-a-space-whore-zionist-bitch of a travisty, the Star Wars Prequels. George Lucas was so concerned with mastering wholly digital environments and the CGI effects, that he forgot to tell a story. I think Anderson was afflicted by the same syndrome, directed this time at the stop motion technology, while filming Mr. Fox.

He is known for being abrupt and emotionally subdued, even flat, but this movie took that way, way to far. I don't like when people say this, but, I didn't care about anyone in the film. In the penultimate scene, when Jason Schwartzman's character Ash, Mr. Fox's son, tries to rescue his cousin who he's spurned throughout the film for being better liked than him, but now realizes he cares about, we're supposed to care. Or, we're supposed to understand the emotional developments behind this change. Instead, it just kind of happens, because somebody wrote it in a script. A lot of the movie is just kind of there, and there aren't connections between the events and characters that make us care about what happens to them. They're just, there. Moreover, 70% of the movie is George Clooney, Mr. Fox, rambling and acting sly. Other people show up occasionally to say there lines, but it's mostly just him and he doesn't carry the burden well. Even Meryl Streep has only about 10 lines in the whole movie, and they're said so quietly, you kind of forget she's there.

Then, the last quarter of the movie suddenly makes the battle between the animals and the farmers about animal nature vs. repressive civilization. The double-breasted Fox suits, the mole-sized walkmans, the pancakes, they're all just artifice, and in the end animals can't help but be animals. All that crap imposed by society is masking their real selves and abilities. It is only when they employ their innate animal traits that they beat the hard-nosed, capitalist bastard farmers. This move is so out of step with the rest of the film, that you realize, it's just there to resolve the narrative, so Anderson can wrap up with a song and dance number.

I think that Fantastic Mr. Fox is 80-85% there, and it needed a final rework to make it a film. Right now, it's just one of those movies that pulls you in, only to leave you asking, "why did that just happen?"


Sunday, January 31, 2010

Prequel to "Sun Setters"

Today my parents went to see Avatar in 3D and I was tasked with finding something else to do for three hours in zero-degree Mason City, IA. My choices were as follows:

1. Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel

2. The Blind Side

3. Extraordinary Measures

4. Legion

5. Sherlock Holmes

6. The Book of Eli

7. The Lovely Bones

8. The Spy Next Door

9. The Tooth Fairy

10. Avatar 3D

11. Daybreakers

12. The Blind Side

First, options five, six, seven, and, obviously, ten were eliminated by reason of prior viewing. Option one was no good: not without friends, intoxicants or a remote control. I felt the same way about option nine, though perhaps without cause. Likewise with the inspirational weepy options, two and three. It ended up being a toss-up between Legion, the Paul Bettany as violent angel action-pocalypse, and Daybreakers, another fucking movie about vampires starring two really vampiry fellas, Ethan Hawke and Willem Dafoe! I was very conflicted, but eventually decided against my gut and with Roger Ebert, who seemed to think there was at least something to say about Daybreakers.

I saw Daybreakers in an otherwise completely empty theatre, which allowed me to lay down over several seats, walk around, pace and otherwise amuse myself during the film. At first, the movie was cheesy in what I decided might be described adequately enough as a Boondock Saints manner. It had an over-the-top quality that made the dialog and much of the acting absurd. This combined with an abundance of creaky cgi effects that resembled something out of the late 90's and initially made me quite wary of the movie in general, though the titles were of the three dimensional, embedded style that is so 21st century. Luckily, the punchline of the movie involves a cool explanation of the nature of the whole vampirification/de-vampirification system. Also, we get to find out what happens when vampires starve, and that's vaguely interesting. Without giving away too much, all I can say is that cruising around in daylight-driving enabled cars and firing tiny wooden stakes with automatic crossbows really worked for me in this film, I was absorbed. It almost felt like a movie made ten or fifteen years ago that I'd just never seen before. Oh, and Sam Neil brings his lovable evil side as well.

See this movie. Yes, it is another movie about vampires, but I feel like everybody should always take the opportunity to see gigantic rendered images of humans as farmed, fleshy, matter-converters.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Avatar

2009
Director: James Cameron
Cast: Sam Worthington, Zoe Saldana, and Sigourney Weaver

Plot: A paraplegic marine dispatched to the planet Pandora on a unique mission becomes torn between following orders and protecting the world he feels is his home.

The Classic Formula with a $400 Million Pricetag
by C. True

First, lets tackle the obvious complaint most people will have with Avatar, and that is a story-line that is completely obvious from about 15 minutes in and then lasts another 2 hours and 25 minutes. Looking back James Cameron has done some truly original storytelling and writing with such creative projects as The Terminator, The Abyss and even True Lies which is one of my favorite no-brainer actionpackages because of the unexpected plot developments Cameron throws in to a traditionally super-formulaic genre. Then you have Titanic, which wasn't a bad film but really lacked much innovation in terms of storytelling. Unfortunately, Avatar falls into the Titanic category of Cameron works. The native humanoid population on Pandora, the Na'vi worship nature and commune (directly) with their planet and think us humans (read Americans) are a bunch of insane blundering assholes come to destroy their planet. And we have! I wonder if our protagonist, who is sent to spy on the Na'vi and find some leverage to get them to leave their land so that the corporation he works for can finally mine that, wait for it, Unobtainium, will start to sympathize with these peaceful people? The plus side to Avatar is that James Cameron and his editing crew must have had a meticulous timeline of how many minutes were going to be spent on each plot device envisioned in this giant classic formula. For instance the romance in the film develops organically with only one, maybe two, scenes that directly go towards establishing the romantic bond between the two main characters. And there isn't any deliberation, she shows him amazing things in her world, when its time to chose a mate he obviously chooses her, and she says she's already chosen him as well. Simple, not too short, not too long. Time for battle? Lets stick to the standard beginning 1/3 the battle losing, 1/3 in flux and then the final 1/3 where... well you can guess. The whole movies works this way with everything given the exact amount of time we need to get the jist of what's happening and never once lingering too long on developments that are obvious. In the end the 2 hours and 40 minutes flies by. But of course the visual effects have a large hand in making us forget that we already know what is going to happen.

And they are pretty good special effects. I was skeptical, not overly impressed with Cameron's first pictures and I remained skeptical through the beginning of the film and some of the first creatures. But the Na'vi look pretty good, especially in scenes where humans are also present, something I thought their should have been more of, especially during big fight scenes in the end. The alien jungle is full of hostile creatures, some more original and impressive than others. Close-up shots show the level of detail that really went into these creatures and assuaged some of the cheesy gut-reactions I had initally. The Omaticaya's ritual to become a man involves picking your flying mount (size of mounts definitely matters) and this sequence is done really well and its no wonder why our protagonist would rather stay in this alien world where he can fly through floating mountains on a creature he controls completely with his mind than go home where he is an ex-marine paraplegic. Eventually Cameron gets you to immerse yourself in his alien world and you stop noticing things looking familiar or new, impressive or hokey, and you just go with it. This is a good thing because the battle sequences toward the end of the film are impressive enough without you trying to look at the detail of everything.

Finally, if you're seeing it in the theater the ultimate question I've saved for last: to 3-D or not to 3-D? I did 3-D (because my 2-D vote was overruled) and personally I found it a little jarring, though over time I finally adjusted and stopped feeling like everything on the screen popped out at me. Then again I found it jarring because it the 3-D technology was so impressive, and really sold your brain on the visual illusion. Importantly, I don't think the movie HAS to be seen in 3-D (unlike Final Destination 3 in 3-D which Mr. Moneybags and I found to be a little lacking when we watched it in 2-D at home) so if you don't think you'll like 3-D don't feel like you'll be missing anything critical by seeing the 2-D version. The one major problem for me with the 3-D experience is that it really forces your eye where to look, and when I found myself trying to resist this (or generally confused as to where I was supposed to be looking) things looked weird and out of focus. But there were some small 3-D effects like falling ash and dust that were really pretty beautifully done and added to the visual experience of the film. So I'll give the cop-out answer that if you think you'll like the 3-D version you will, and if you don't think you will then you probably wont. If you're in torn, go 3-D; I was sold the gimmick really can add something when done right.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Hola Mi Muchachos! Feliz Deciembre!

Hola Mi Muchachos!!!
¡Usted me trae mas feliz de cerebro, los amigos!


Feliz Navidad todos Y feliz tarde Cumpleanos Pedro!

It's Christmas movie time and you know our favorite, Bad Santa. But last night C and I tried to watch some of The Santa Clause, which shockingly felt like classic cinema to me. We also discovered that I thought there existed a movie called Miracle on 42nd street with Shirley Temple in it. This is not a documented movie.
Traditionally Die Hard movies were Christmas films but that's over now.
I feel there needs to be a Christmas movie category, but am having a hard time coming up with words. Something that will cover both N.L. Christmas Vacation (Where they stay home the whole movie?) and Lethal Weapon 2. Perhaps a subcategory of wincers.
I'm thinking: Myulevies or Cruicifilms or NaviDVDs... but these are weak...

Brian De Palma's Mission to Mars: Virtuoso Film Maker of Space and Sound


Mission to Mars (2000)
Director: Brian De Palma
Stars: Gary Sinise, Connie Nielsen, Tim Robbins, Don Cheadle and Jerry O'Connell

Allow me to be clear from the out set, I believe strongly that Brian De Palma is the best film maker within the pantheon of great American directors and this article/review will be about his greatness. His greatness is impressive and under appreciated, that's why. I specify that he is the best film maker explicitly because that is the limit of his greatness. Brian De Palma = best at explaining stuff through moving pictures, that's it. Other directors, Martin Scorceses and Clint Eastwoods may get better stories than Brian and may make more enduring and better received films, but Brian De Palma in a number of crucial technical senses makes the best movies. Maybe someone like Walter Hill or some foreigner could hold a candle to him, but they're not famous enough or American enough to play into this equation. Bearing my irrational fandom in mind (I literally decided he was the best at some point last year and am sticking to it), I was shocked to learn that Brian De Palma had directed Mission to Mars.
Somehow I had gotten the notion that he directed the film Red Plant instead. Red Planet came out about the same time as Mission to Mars and somehow I got mixed up.
Since I am currently in a process of seeing all of Brian De Palma's films again, it came as quite a joy to discover my error. Especially since I watched Red Planet again and found it less than great. There is a specific scene in the film in which Valkimer is head banging while looking out an overexposed window looking out at space. It is a vapid shot that for me encapsulates the vapidness of that whole mess. I still enjoy that film for its visual appeal especially the very end when Trinity catches Valkimer in the airlock wearing an awesome space suit.
You must understand that my commitment to understanding De Palma's magic is epic. In high school I saw The Untouchables and Carlito's Way and was struck. Both of those films held something very special in them and it certainly isn't their stories. Without getting into it too far at this point, those films, specifically the more action oriented scenes of Mafia gundowns and drug deals gone awry, are shot with a sense of forensic, spatial clarity difficult to find in almost any other director's works. One of my other favorite things about Brian DePalma is that he gave us Robert De Niro, who before shacking up with Martin Scorsese worked with another of America's greatest film makers, Brian De Palma, first. The film is called Greeting. It is a great film, up there with Joe and Easy Rider when it comes to movies about hippies and freaks. If you can find Greetings, you are good at finding rare titles and are lucky, because it is a joy. Compare the Pornography in Greetings to the flashbacks in Sisters to see how De Palma laid the ground work for Peter Jackson's patent 'documentary footage' montages (He's done this in all his films). When I think of Jackson's Forgotten Silver, I think that the exact sort of mocumentary eye at work was first developed by De Palma. It's a more visceral sense of mocument more akin to The Blair Witch Project or Tim and Eric: Awesome Show Great Job! than This is Spinal Tap and that fair. De Palma in Greetings uses the affect of different visual media (here 16 mm pornographic films of the late 60s) to develop a specific tone in the story. Similarly the flashbacks in Sisters are terrifying glimpses into the character's suppressed consciousness. They're cast in a grainy, black and white that brings to mind documentary footage and at least coincidentally refer to shots in Goddard's Alphavile.
All that confusion aside, when I started to watch Mission to Mars, I knew what I was looking for. Brian De Palma's greatest virtue is his ability to lay out a physical space through the visual medium of film, that enables both tension and resolution. To get at this I point to the classic blood bucket-prom scene in Carrie, where we see each part of the devious teens' plan implemented, each character is spatially positioned in a very palpable way relative to each other, their sight lines are super natural, pacing keeps us interested and movements are in a distinct sense correct. We see and don't see things come together seamlessly until the events culminate with the classic shot of Carrie on stage just before the bucket drops. We've been subliminally informed on all sides by invisible contextual elements. We see her there on stage and know about the girl to the top left of her holding the rope and the two people to the bottom right hidden beneath the stairs and though we can't see them their presence is looming. Again in Mission Impossible when Secret Agent Ethan Hunt meets his contact after things fall apart, De Palma builds through expert cinema an infectious spatial tension. Then the he blows up the giant aquarium.
In Mission to Mars I say De Palma is in top form. The film was unpopular likely because it went too far and got a bit schlocky even for me, though I understand they loved it in France. It could also be said that 'bad science' made this science fiction falter. And of course, the alien at the end (there is an alien kinda) is a bit lame. The film has everything Apollo 13 had (including Gary Sinise as practically the exact same character doing the exact same things) plus Mars plus an alien, but Mission to Mars didn't give me nightmares about being stuck in a space capsule slingshotting around the moon. In fact it gave me no nightmares at all, which I'm ok with.
For all the story's shortcomings De Palma manages to set up a few cinematic sequences that are lush and taught and totally rewarding. Here they are:

First, there is a shot in the rescue mission ship where we have a continuous shot that goes from simulated zero gravity into a gravitronic wheel a la 2001, where the laws of gravity apply. This actually happens twice, once with Jerry O'Conell and again with Gary Sinise. I have no idea how this was done. It is so subtle that, like the first shot of Orson Welles' Touch of Evil or the Black Dahlia for that matter, you don't even recognize how awesome a thing you've seen once you've seen it. Like the Indians couldn't see the ships.

Second, Tim Robbins floats out into space. I have never seen this happen in any other space movie: someone drift slowly into a planet's atmosphere. De Palma lays this out with such intelligence. The crew of the rescue vessel are in trouble when their engines explode and they loose all control. The crew decides to leave the ship and space walk to a satellite, which they can then maneuver to the surface. Apparently moving through the 3 dimensions of real space space is more confusing than any earthling could intuit. This part of the film is all about angles and distances. There is a tragic shot where Tim Robbin's movie-wife Connie Nielsen shoots a kind of rope gun at him hoping it will make it to him so he can be reeled in. We see him floating slowly away and she's getting closer and then shoots the gun and we know already that it will fall just short because of spatial cues provided by the precise cinematography. Here De Palma uses space as a vehicle for a tragic resolution not tension or ambiance.

My third and final favorite part of Mission to Mars is the sound analysis carried out by Don Cheadle's character. Films like Blow Out and Mission Impossible feature the other side of Brian De Palma's forensic genius, his adept use of sound. When the first crew approach a mountain on Mars in order to collect geographic recordings they encounter a truly bizarre sound. It is in this scene that a giant funnel of wind kills most of the initial characters. That's not important, what is is that we latter de-code the mystery sound and discover that it is in fact a pattern that describes the chemical structure of DNA. Now, this is a great part of the movie because as far as the audience can follow along they make the same profound discovery as the scientists and its neat and kinda unexpected. The problem with this part of the story and truly the final third of the film is that the DNA explanation makes no scientific sense and rather is out right wrong in some of its terms, calling nucleotides chromosomes, implying that DNA has a distinct beginning and end, and indicating that there is one sequence of DNA common to all life on Earth that we can easily identify. All this I was told by an actual scientist is non sense and makes the story a little hard to sit with. Still, there were far out sounds involved.

These are my three favorite things about Mission to Mars. I give the movie an A, like a 90%. That means I'll definitely watch it again some time probably in the next five years. It does fall short in many respects but makes up for it by being exceptionally well made. This sentiment can be applied to many of De Palma's projects for instance The Black Dahlia, which I think of a classic Wellesian noir or Snake Eyes, which is next on my list to watch again.

I implore you reader to give Brian De Palma a try and come at it with limited expectations. Expect craftsmanship and you will be rewarded. Expect to bite your nails and cry or laugh and you'll be disappointed. Think of it as being as good for you as Sudoku without being a form of subliminal advertising.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Zombieland

2009
Director: Rubin Fleischer
Cast: Jesse Eisenburg, Woody Harrelson and Emma Stone

Plot: Two men who have found a way to survive a world overrun by zombies.

Zombies and Whiny Ninnies
by C. True

After Shaun of the Dead it is was inevitable that others would try to cash in on the idea of horror and overt comedy, and thus was born Zombieland. Its the post zombie-apocalypse meaning few people are left and scattered zombies wait in the shadows for bright lights or loud noises to arouse their insatiable hunger. Like Shaun of the Dead, Zombieland treats the subject of zombies humorously but the majority of laughs come from the joy Woody Harrelson's character gets out of annihilating them. And there is some good zombie-asskicking, but Harrelson's performance was so gleeful it seemed a shame that we didn't get more of these rampages, or hear his rules and thoughts on zombies. There are also some jokes around Jesse Einsenburg's, Columbus character being wimpy and so impotent its a wonder he gets up in the morning and finds the will and courage to face a new day. Although he was funny in the beginning it was unbearable by the end. I've heard Jesse Eisenburg was good in The Squid and the Whale and somewhat of a serious actor but after seeing Zombieland and the painful Adventureland (is there a theme starting here?) I think its safe to say that comedy is not his genre. I blame Michael Cera, who may have cursed us all with a decade of geeky teenage boys striving to be the next awkward/funny guy, who ends up with the lady in the end because, gee, I guess he's sorta sweet? No, he isn't sweet, he is just non-threatening. He'll never leave you for another girl, or hit you or do anything that isn't completely predictable. That sounds like a potentially boring main character, right? But Cera somehow shows you he isn't liked because he's misunderstood, and to be fair his variety of dweeb was pretty unique when he debuted in AD, but Eisenburg's dork is just ceaselessly annoying and the repulsion other characters feel towards him seems well deserved. Towards the end of the movie I cringed whenever he opened his mouth and had it not been for Woody Harrelson interludes I doubt I would have made it to the end.