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Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Gravity, a Review


Great films stand out in our minds not as nights at the movies but as experiences, ones that transport us into the lives of others and worlds that exist only on screen. Seven years ago I was lucky enough to wander into a theater and experience the Alfonso Cuaron film “Children of Men”. It is by far one of the greatest times I have ever had at the movies and I find myself bringing it up in any conversation with people I am meeting for the first time. Have you seen “Children of Men”? Did you like it? These two questions will reveal to me what sort of human being I'm dealing with and where we stand on the spectrum of friendship and common interest.
Ever since 2006 I have waited with bated breath for Cuaron's follow up and here it is, "Gravity" in all it's awe inspiring glory. After viewing it I couldn't help but feel like one of those nerds that had a band they love who has been underground for years before suddenly having a hit and becoming everyone's favorite band. The whole world is going to love this movie, how can they not? Curon harnesses the most cutting edge technology film has to offer to send us on a journey that thrills, terrifies, inspires, and enthralls.
Everything is used for a purpose. The 3D is there to fully immerse you in the void of space so when our characters are flying uncontrollably through the dark nothingness to certain death we can't help and reach ourselves, grasping for hope, a last chance for life.
The story is so simple- survival. Never has space been so real and so completely terrifying. At times during this movie it feels as if the universe was set up for one purpose- to kill these frail little humans that dare challenge nature. Space it is the monster that terrorizes our lead characters.
Dr Ryan Stone and Matt Kowalski, portrayed by Sandra Bullock and George Clooney, have their personalities defined in the first few minutes through the back and forth dialogue in their space helmets. Some reviews have called this annoying, I don't agree. It seems realistic to me that you would chat it up when floating around in a deadly vacuum, devoid of all life and sound. You need something to grasp on to mentally, something to distract you from the freezing infinite surrounding you.
Towards the end of the film things begin to take a bit of a religious tilt which was distracting and pulled me out of the full immersion I had been in up to that point. In the end, I didn't care. It's only realistic that facing these situations and odds a person would turn towards something, anything, to keep moving forward and fighting for life.
I will admit the movie is heavy handed- the memory of a dead child, the symbolism towards the end of life's start on earth etc, but I would also say that the movie earns the right to be heavy handed. This is a hell of a ride and I find myself taking another deep breath and holding it in anticipation for the next film by Alfonzo Curon. In fact I can’t wait, so I went and saw Gravity a second time.
Of course, that’s just one man’s opinion.

10-04-13

Monday, September 9, 2013

The Rise and Fall of Arnold Schwarzenegger




It’s fascinating and a bit sad to watch a new Arnold Schwarzenegger movie in a post-Arnold era. What will go through the heads of the future’s children when they come across this film “The Last Stand”, wondering who exactly this shriveled up Austrian man is, and what he’s doing in a movie when he clearly has no grasp of acting? They’ll look him up. The 38th Governor of California, you kidding me?
When Schwarzenegger first shows his face in “The Last Sand” it’s jolting- the fleshy mask of a seventy years old, the dyed thinning hair standing bent at attention over a face covered in stretched leather. His lips appear thin and gray and when he speaks from them he reveals that his acting hasn’t improved much since “Conan the Barbarian” thirty years before.
Everything was working and moving forward in 1981 when Conan was shot in the tranquil regions of Spain. Arnold was riding the wave of a bodybuilding career into Hollywood’s embrace, starring in a perfect follow up to “The Jayne Mansfield Story”. Assistants waited on him hand and foot and women threw themselves at him. He loved to bring the women back to his trailer to bed them and then work on his muscles with weights. Acting was easy, all he needed was the body and the confidence. No one questioned a person like Arnold existing in the fantasy world of Conan, all accents could be used and swirled together to praise Crom. No one questioned the presence of the giant Austrian in the room. He stood five feet ten inches but told people he was 6’ 2, and they believed it.
What made Arnold a star was the audience’s enjoyment of watching him be violent. In fact, there was period of about fifteen years where audiences loved to watch this big Austrian kill people. As he took on roles in the modern world the accent became comical but still we loved to watch him kill. He put down the sword of Conan and picked up the guns of cops, commandos- cybernetic hitmen. He picked up every type of gun. He killed hundreds. In “Terminator all he did was kill people and we loved it. He killed even more in “Commando” and we cheered.
His drive and ego pushed him far beyond what people expected of him. The same year he starred in “Raw Deal” he married Maria Shriver, a member of the once powerful Kennedy family. Arnold spoke in interviews of interest in politics and people laughed. Who would vote for this gap toothed immigrant “actor”? It was a joke. Arnold kept the goal in mind, steadily pushing his career along with bigger budgets and larger roles. He spent his days on film sets, washing off the flings with make up girls and co-stars in his trailer before returning home to his family. It was in his mansion back in Brentwood that he truly played a role.
In “The Last Stand”, Arnold lets age humble him into playing the part of a small town sheriff. He has has a few interactions with the the town’s residents in the early part of the film. These supporting actors depict salt of the earth, real deal Americans who say they have high cholesterol and don’t care, so why should they be worried about the blood thirsty cartel boss and his gang converging on the town? The scenes are played for laughs but it brought me back to Arnold’s action epics from the ‘80’s, when the actors around Schwarzenegger were always asked to play it straight.
Arnold as an actor seemed to work best in science fiction, when things were already so preposterous the main character’s accent and acting was an afterthought. Twenty five years before “The Hunger Games” Arnold killed before a live television audience in the homicidal world of “The Running Man”. His perfect role, the role of a robot with no personality, was a huge hit and led to the blockbusting sequel “Terminator 2 Judgement Day”. His best film, “Predator”, had him lose the guns and simply use his brawn and brains to battle a physically superior alien in the lush jungle of Columbia. In “Total Recall he teamed up with Dutch weirdo Paul Verhoven and made the bloodiest adaptation of Phllip K Dick story ever.
Things began to slow down in the mid-90’s. People weren’t coming out to watch Arnold kill people in big crowds anymore. His occasional roles in non-action films like “Jingle All The Way were disturbingly bizarre. The world seemed to be moving passed Arnold. Audiences were starting to view him as a throwback to the 80’s and his body was not as swelled and taught as it once was.
Arnold looked for solace in unexpected places. One day in early 1997, when his wife and kids were out of the house, he bedded the maid, Patty Baena. On October 2nd she gave birth to a boy, a month after Arnold’s wife, Maria Shriver, gave birth to their fourth child. Arnold was the father of both children but only claimed the legitimate one as his own, falsifying the documents on baby Joseph’s birth certificate.
In 2003 Arnold ran for Governor of California and won. After the recall election, informed citizens of California sat around scratching their heads, wondering what the hell happened. Our new Governor appeared on television and at political events making reference to his film career and calling Democratic lawmakers “economic girlymen”. It was all so preposterous, like one of his science fiction films.
While in office, Arnold found there to be much more to politics than just confidence and an imposing body. After eight years of battling critics and unions he stepped down, his accomplishments limited. Leaving Sacramento freed Maria Shriver to act on the suspicion she had held for fourteen years, that Arnold was the father of the maid’s son Joseph. When finally confronted the ex-governor fessed up to it and Maria took the kids and left.
Arnold was left alone in the Brentwood mansion, pacing the high ceilinged rooms and talking aloud to the bust of Ronald Reagan that sat on his desk. Where had things gone so wrong? What was left except grave disappointment for a man who had accomplished all of his life’s goals? When was the last time he had felt true happiness? Arnold thought back to his years in the state house and came up empty. He thought back to the times he spent on movie sets and a smile came to his graying lips.
“The Last Stand” is a film that allows Arnold to do what he does best, kill people on camera. He blasts them with revolvers and mows them down with an antique machine gun, all in the name of his ageing ego. As I said in the opening, it is indeed fascinating, but even more so, it is undignified and profoundly sad.

09-03-13

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Zero Dark Thirty, a Review

When I was sitting in a theater a few weeks ago and happened to see a preview for Zero Dark Thirty my initial thought was: “Hmmm, a little too soon perhaps?” And I wasn’t just thinking in terms that it might be distasteful to make a film about that subject, i.e. make money by cashing in on an entire nation’s revenge fantasy turned reality turned back into recreated revenge fantasy on the big screen. It was more like: do we have perspective? What can we learn? What’s the point?
 What I mean is that I think it’s hard for people, especially Americans, to have any sort of perspective, personal or historical, on anything that we experience until we can have a buffer of time pass between our present lives and the experience that took place. When we get to Zero Dark Thrity’s climax, the night of Osama Bin Laden’s killing, the date May 2nd 2011 flashes up on the screen and you can’t help but think: “Jesus Christ, that’s a little under two years ago. That’s like flipping yesterday. I’m still processing my feelings about this whole thing!”
The film starts with another date, September 11th, 2001, along with the audio of a 911 worker talking a woman through her last moments on Earth while the twin towers fall. There is no doubt that the moment is powerful, there are no moments from that day that aren’t powerful, but what gives this movie the right to present that moment? What does it want us to learn? I guess it’s just a reminder of how God fucking awful that day is so we can get back into that mind state of fear and hurt and anger and get ready for this crazy ride called “The Search for Osama Bin Laden”.
And what a crazy ride it is. When the CIA isn’t torturing people in creepy secluded locations they’re making stupid mistakes that lead to their members getting murdered by crazed Islamic militants. What the movie ultimately presents as the key ingredients to tracking down Old Gray Beard himself is a series of hunches, thousands of hours of agents trying to spot a guy on a cellphone, and finally, simply following a white SUV. One of the most interesting parts of the movie for me was when the CIA is desperately trying to convince their higher ups that this 8th heat signature they're picking up in a house in Pakistan could very well be the most wanted man in the world. But they can’t prove it because the guy never comes out of his room and when he does he steps behind bushes and other obstructions. All these satellites and technology and you can still hide from the US military behind a bush. Holy cow.
Our protagonist Maya never has any doubts. Maya is played by the overused Jessica Chastain and I understand she’s obsessed and super into tracking down Bin Laden, it’s her thing, but I just don’t really care for her. It’s odd because I’ve watched some of the show Homeland who’s protagonist Carrie is based on the same real life CIA agent as the Maya character in this film, but I like the woman from Homeland, even though she’s a complete nutcase on top of being obsessed. Maybe it’s just Clare Danes performance, she creates a real person that I can like, and hate, and understand, and root for. Chastain’s Maya? Not so much.
When asked if she believes that heat reading in the house is Bin Laden Maya says: “100 percent,” and it’s not really clear why except that she’s weird and obsessed. Even with the evidence at her disposal, which we’ve all been witness to as viewers, I’d say it’s a 70/30 really. She says at one point that she would rather drop a bomb on the house then send a Seal team. What if he wasn’t in there? That’s kind of a bitch move don’t you think?
During a high level briefing someone asks her who she is to which she replies: “I’m the motherfucker that found that house,” which all the men in the room sort of nod solemnly at. I cringed, because it was weird and a little inappropriate frankly.
Maya’s big day finally comes when she and her CIA colleagues send a Seal team in the middle of the night and they begin going through the house room by room in a scene that’s drawn out to milk every moment of tension while we wait for the mastermind of 9/11 to get shot in his jammies. When it happens it’s odd, there’s women and children all around being herded by expertly trained Navy Seals armed to the teeth with hi tech weapons and state of the art gear and you just think, okay, we got him. It took ten years, trillions of dollars, thousand and thousands of lives, but we got him. Now, what does it mean? Did we learn anything?
At this point I want to acknowledge that no matter how many movies are made based on real events, it doesn’t make the events depicted true. I’m not saying I’m on some sort of conspiracy theory trip but here we are presented with scenes of torture, and backroom deals, and shadow operations, and characters made out of combinations of real people, and we don’t know for sure for sure that what we’re watching is true. So if someone makes a film that wants to be cutting edge, in the moment, dealing with the black heart of truth that beats within the central conflict of our time, and the filmmakers themselves don’t even know for sure that it is the God given truth, then what is the point?
There may not be one. We may just be seeing what I had originally sensed from the preview; someone cashing in on a nation’s revenge fantasy, turned real, turned back into fantasy on the big screen. The climax is the killing of a man in a dark room presented as realistically as possible, like a big budget snuff film that we can all get behind. Not really my thing.
Again, that’s just one man’s opinion.

02-19-13

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Side Effects, a Review


For whatever reason, I never get as excited as I maybe should when I see the words: directed by Steven Soderbergh. Whatever Soderbergh does is interesting, except for maybe Haywire which I stopped watching halfway through and Ocean’s 12 which put me to sleep in the theater. A majority of the time his movies are always worth a peep, weather they're those A lister mainstream experiments with quirky indy moments or those quirky indy experiments with pornstars posing as actors. Regardless, I find myself thinking of his work as movies that will be just fine on DVD, there’s no reason to go to the theater because his “independent” vibe gives me the prejudicial assumption that there will be a lack of spectacle. Besides his 1991 film Kafka, that’s pretty much true.
But going to the theater and sitting through Side Effects made me reflect on Soderbergh and his filmography, especially after his recent claims that this could be his last before retiring. I really enjoyed Side Effects, it’s definitely worth a trip to the theater, and I’m glad I paid the money if only to show my appreciation for Soderbergh who, due to his insane productivity and possible oversaturation, I have taken for granted the last ten years or so.
This film, his 30th I believe, starts out as a drama about coping with depression, before shifting gears midway into what appears to be an interesting procedural, before shifting gears yet again and becoming a completely satisfying psychological thriller. It’s Hitchcockian and clever, with interesting characters and surprises that make you guess and give you goosebumps as they add up.

Jude Law is great, yeah I said it. At one point I was over Law (even though he appears with a super flawed American accent in one of my favorite films of all time I Heart Huckabees) but this is the second time in six months that he’s popped up in a movie I’m watching and I’ve enjoyed and respected his performance (the first one was Ana Karenina which everybody seemed to detest but I dug). He’s controlled and likable but is down to get a little harcore at the end and come through with a vengeance that the entire audience can appreciate.

On the other hand, Rooney Mara started to grind on me a bit. I can only look into those big blank eyes for so long before I start to get annoyed, which in this case was right at the end of the movie so, all good. She’s pretty, no doubt, but she’s so skinny and hip in that sort of Zooey Daschanel IT girl, this is how a young woman is supposed to look right now way. I don’t know, maybe it was just her haircut that was getting on my nerves, the way the bangs were cut, almost like a grown out mullet, that years from now we’ll look back on and say “that was so 2013!” I’m laying the hate on pretty thick right now, sorry.
Channing Tatum shouldn’t be listed on the poster, he probably has fifteen minutes of screen time total. That’s a warning to the ladies that are going in hopes of getting their Tatum fix, although he might have taken his shirt off, I don’t remember. Catherine Zeta-Jones is perfectly fine in her role but there’s something about her, I don’t know, I’m just not impressed. Don’t get me wrong, she’s gorgeous, there’s just something about her that bothers me and makes me think she’s a bitch in real life. Maybe it’s the fact that when I see her I think of that story Michael Douglas tells on talk shows where he was watching The Mask of Zoro on TV and asked his butler: “Who is that woman?” at which point his people got in touch with her people and they got together to mate. That’s gross.
I really can’t get into the details of Side Effect’s plot because it’s a fun ride that everyone should enjoy fresh and unspoiled. I place it up on the shelf along with all of the other Soderbergh movies that I’ve watched and enjoyed which include The Limey, Ocean’s 11, Traffic, Che Parts 1 & 2, Solaris, Out of Sight, The Good German, The Informat!, and of course the groundbreaking and mesmerizing Sex, Lies, and Videotape. But that’s just one man’s opinion.

02/10/13