Sunday, January 03, 2010

"Sherlock Holmes" (2009)

I am not a Baker Street Irregular; I have no detailed knowledge of the life and adventures of the consulting detective Sherlock Holmes. I only know the basics. I know he lived on Baker Street in 19th century London; I know his friend and companion was one Dr. Watson; I know his lifelong enemy was Professor Moriarty; and I know Holmes valued logic and observation above all else, taking such to extremes that we find almost supernatural today. Bits and pieces, here and there. Drug abuse. His brother Mycroft.

But I know enough to identify some creative additions in Guy Ritchie's and Robert Downey Jr.'s interpretation of "Sherlock Holmes".

First, in the modern movie, he's far more physical than I recall him being in the past. A rough-knuckled, manic-depressive, substance abuser. Can't remember the last actor who had to have a six-pack to portray the detective.

Second, from what I remember, Watson was nearly always much older; a harrumph-ing white mustached sort of chap. So having Jude Law play him feels like a change. A change for the better, I think. It puts the two characters' friendship into the realm of bromance.

I gotta be honest with you, Marge, I would watch Robert Downey Jr. in anything. He's one of a handful of actors that I find captivating. So it was a forgone conclusion that I would enjoy "Sherlock Holmes".

But Guy Ritchie's direction gives London such a gritty, realistic look, and the proper bantering between Holmes and Watson, and even the addition of a love interest for Holmes, the scandalous Irene Adler (Rachel McAdams)… The movie was great fun, even if the actual mystery, involving a Satan worshipping nobleman, was a bit of a letdown.

Still, if you dig brass-and-glass fittings, and Victorian clothing, and cobblestone streets, this is the movie for you.

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Friday, January 01, 2010

Movies of 2009

In 2009 I saw 30 different films. I attended showings of two movies multiple times: Star Trek got my money three times, and Away We Go got it twice. And this year, for the first time in memory, I had friends accompany me to more showings than in a very long time.

I think that I saw fewer movies this year because I spent more time with friends, actually. And that's not a bad thing. I want to be social and be around people I like, and who like me.

The following star ratings, from 0 to 5 stars, are given on the basis of the other movies I've seen this year, and are not meant to be compared to other years or other, older movies. I try to rate the movie based on my enjoyment, and how well it worked as that type or genre of movie.

Oh, fuck it, don't make me justify my star ratings. I like lots of different kinds of flicks, so I'm pretty generous when handing out stars. Sue me.

The films' title links to the IMDB page for the movie; the star ratings link to my blog post about that movie. Note that there are seven films on the list that I didn't blog about; if I write about them in the future, I'll update this list. Probably. If I think about it.

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Sunday, December 27, 2009

"Up in the Air" (2009)

I'm feeling ramble-y about this movie. Be warned.

People often use the term "arc" as a metaphor for the changes a character in a story goes through. Writers, mostly. And I've always pictured said arcs as a parabola, starting at one point, going up, up, up, peaking, then dropping down. Think the shape of the St. Louis Gateway Arch.

Watching "Up in the Air" reminded me that not all arcs go up.

Am I being ironic and cute? The title of the movie describes, after all, someone flying high over ground, looking down on all the rest of us. The "flyover states". George Clooney plays Ryan Bingham, a seasoned traveller who feels most at home when he's in an airport or on a plane. He travels from place to place across the country and fires people for a living. This is the kind of soulless profit-driven job that has become a familiar starting point for emotional change in our movies. 60 years ago it was the traveling salesman who epitomized empty work; now we see lobbyists, contractors, day traders; they work for the minor corporations that serve the externalized needs of the major corporations, and actual human lives are just currency to them. Clooney's charm made me feel uneasy about identifying with such a corporatist; I almost felt sorry for him, even before the story, and Bingham's arc, began.

Bingham's tidy, process-driven wandering is interrupted when a young, eager kid, Natalie Keener (Anna Kendrick, who manages to embody the inner turmoil and exterior calm of many a corporate drone with just a tight purse of her lip or almost imperceptible roll of her eyes) comes up with the idea to use video conferencing to fire people and save traveling costs. This means the end of Bingham's massive accrual of frequent flyer miles, and right as he's about to reach his nearly meaningless goal: ten million "points" as a reward for his "loyalty" to a legal contract.

Of course, his "loyalty" has been paid with other people's money, his expense account at the company, and not out of his own savings; Bingham is just a feeding tube through which passes abstracted value from one non-person to the next. And to earn those points, all he's had to do is be the bearer of bad news and sit with each actual flesh-and-blood person while they break down, burst into anger, plead for another chance, pretended this isn't happening, and, rarely, simply accept that their services are no longer required. His constant exposure to human emotion has made him sympathetic enough to realize that abstracting it even further with a computer screen may well be the breaking point. Or so it seems to me. Maybe Clooney's charm won me over? After all, Bingham had a selfish reason to continue facing down his fellow corporate workers; his pointless goal of "loyalty" which will earn him status as one of only seven people to earn that many points.

This movie resonates with my growing passion against corporate institutions. Can you tell? I could deconstruct this movie for days, I think. And there may be some of you who find that interesting. But it's also a movie, telling a story. And even though the director, Jason Reitman, is not a newbie director (he directed "Juno" and wrote and directed "Thank You For Smoking", among others - that last one also about corporatist politics, though played as satire rather than straight drama, as in "Up in the Air"), he made some odd (to me) choices.

When I originally saw the trailer for this movie, it featured Clooney, as Bingham, giving a motivational speech. Here, let me show you it:



The monologue, with the sparse piano over it, and the flash of images, set a tone. Somber, serious, contrasting Clooney's charisma with the sociopathic message of the words. To me it felt like a confession in a downtown bar on a weeknight, spoken over a drink or two - enough to get a buzz but not enough to really let go.

In the early part of the movie, when we first hear Bingham give this speech (he gives it, or a variation, three times by my memory throughout the course of the film), the music is much more upbeat. It's a subtle difference but I noticed the change. It felt wrong, sitcom-like. The mood was off. I wondered if I had been tricked by the trailer and my man-crush on George Clooney into the wrong kind of movie.

When Bingham meets his female counterpart, frequent flyer Alex Goran (Vera Farmgia), spellbindingly beautiful and confident, a terrific match - again, with the tone-deaf music.

When Bingham flies back to the home office and has a meeting with his boss, and his boss is Jason Bateman, again I felt the tone was off. I love Bateman, but I love him for his comedic timing and snarky anger, which jarred, just a little, with what I hoped to be the intent of this movie. I felt a bit betrayed, and hoped that this wasn't a comedy in the conventional, and classical, sense. I hoped for a deeper meaning and more mature tone to emerge.

Emerge it did, in the final half. Perhaps Reitman was aiming for contrast; I think I would have preferred a more consistent tone. This is a dark story, a classical tragedy, and, eventually, it arrived there.

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Monday, November 23, 2009

"Pirate Radio" (2009)

I loved and laughed nearly every scene in "Pirate Radio" (released as "The Boat That Rocked" in the UK).

I adore the plot line of a rag-tag group of rock and roll rebels challenging the stifled, stiff-uppper-lip British officials.

I want a copy (legal or not) of every song on the soundtrack. The soundtrack contains 36 of the over 60 songs from the actual movie. That's a good start.

And the movie left me wanting more. Mainly, how did Quentin (Bill Nighy) come to own and operate the boat/radio station? He seemed an unlikely entrepreneur. Was he the station manager, the captain, the owner, or some combination of all three?

But in the end, it was just a cute little comedy that plays very well on my internal anti-authoritarianism.

Still, I can't imagine it being 3 hours long, as Wikipedia claims. Glad they edited it down for US release. But I'd probably watch every deleted scene if I buy the DVD.

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Saturday, November 14, 2009

"The Box" (2009)

There may be spoilers in this review.

At about 45 minutes in to "The Box" I was pretty sure I could see the ending.

That's not necessarily a bad thing, especially for a suspense/horror flick. As the master of the genre, Hitchcock, explained, suspense is built when the audience knows something's going to happen but the characters don't.

The question is, is the journey there a satisfying one? Does the end make sense for these characters?

Well, I thought so. Mostly. I didn't entirely feel that the punishment fit the crime, but… OK.

But some of the odd turns and plot points seemed superfluous. Mars? The wedding? The creepy student? Waiting through all that made the movie a bit tedious. Just a tad.

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Sunday, November 08, 2009

"Men Who Stare at Goats" (2009)

Hearing Ewan McGregor ask, innocently and warily, about Jedi, is a wonderful bit of self-referential humor.

And it nicely sums up "Men Who Stare at Goats".

These aren't real Jedi that Bob Wilton (McGregor) are finding out about, but members of a secret group within the United States Army, who are practicing and honing their psychic warrior skills, like instant complete awareness of their surroundings (Level 1), intuition (Level 2), and invisibility (Level 3). George Clooney as Lyn Cassady, doing his most earnest, deadpan reading, patiently explains all this to Wilton, on a road trip from Kuwait into Iraq during the early stages of Iraq War 2. It isn't until later that we learn about Level 4, the ability to stop a goat's (or other living animal's) heart simply by staring at it.

The tales are told in flashback, as Cassady describes how a New Age guru, Bill Django (played by Jeff Bridges), a loving, peaceful kind of warrior, passing out daisies and smiling beatifically, becomes a force for good within our military, giving training exercises in dance and handing out psychedelic drugs to unleash the soldiers' inner children. All of which is a response to spy reports that the Soviets are working on developing their own Jedi, which they started in response to false reports that we were working on it. Which explains why it all needs to be kept secret; can't have the Soviets finding out that the project they falsely learned we were developing was in fact, not a secret.

The serpent in this new camo-colored Garden of Eden is Larry Hooper (Kevin Spacey, who makes a great Dark Sider), a former sci-fi writer who tries, but just can't seem to get all this crazy empathy stuff, and who works to undermine the unit. It's he who introduces Level 4 - which causes Cassady to balk.

Every time Clooney tries to explain psychic warfare to McGregor, he appears oblivious to the fact that he's wrapping a bit of magic around a balls-out crazy physical attack; the way he talks about getting into an enemies' mind to dissuade him from attacking, before giving the punch-line of stabbing the enemy in the neck with a pen to create a fountain of blood. Uh, wouldn't the stabbing part be the effective part? Clooney tacks that on almost as an afterthought.

And McGregor, playing an emasculated and cuckolded reporter for a small-town paper, buys into it all. Eventually. He wants redemption for losing his wife to his boss. And given Clooney's charm, I very much could see someone overlooking the crazy to see the message underneath.

But then, I'm one of those crazy dirty fucking hippies who hate war in the first place. Of course, I'd buy it all.

But I'm not going to leap into a fight without even a knife, trusting in the Force to guide me though. That's just nuts.

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Friday, October 16, 2009

"Where The Wild Things Are" (2009)

Carol, the angry almost-leader of the Wild Things, has taken his King, Max, on a tour of all the things Max is King. Carol has shown Max the forests, the deserts, the beaches, and up into the mountains.

Hidden up in the mountains, in a cave, is a miniature mountain range; each mountain a tall, pointy, white-capped sculpture of twigs. Hidden in the twig-mountains are small clay replicas of the Wild Things.

The dream logic is impeccable - of course there are tiny mountains hidden in the larger mountains. Carol is a Wild Thing, a monster, anarchic, free in a terrifying sense. But of course he has spent some of his creative energy to craft and control a tiny world that's a lot like the larger one he can't control.

And in a moment of vulnerability, he has taken his King to see his handiwork.

Max, of course, is a human boy, who has donned his wolf suit and run away from home. Max's mom is overwhelmed with work that she has to bring home, and is now dating a "friend" since Max's dad is absent. Max loves his mom and needs her attention more than ever, but he doesn't have the experience or language to know why, exactly.

So Max ran away, and sailed the wide ocean, and found where the Wild Things are.

The Wild Things are pure id - raw need, and rage when their needs are denied. And Carol is the second-most dangerous one of them all (the first being the bull-like Wild Thing who almost never speaks, just groans and chuffles and looms). But showing off his twig-mountain sculpture to Max, he bares a sensitive soul.

"Do you know that feeling," Carol says, "where your teeth are all falling out? And they start to fall out faster and faster?"

Aha, I thought, hearing that. It's explicitly a dream. Almost too explicit. But the pull of the images on screen, and the connections I made to the feelings invoked by the Wild Things' monstrous visages, and surreal dialogue and their dysfunctional, wounded, bipolar interactions, entranced me.

I'm more prone to dreaming that my teeth are rubber and I'm unable to chew. Or that I have wads and wads of chewing gum that is stuck to my teeth, and I pull and pull but there's more and more, filling up my mouth and threatening my ability to breath. But I've had the tooth-falling-out dream, too.

And I have the strong feeling that tonight, again, I am going to visit the same place that Spike Jonze, Dave Eggers, and Maurice Sendak have pulled their words and images from.

Maybe I'll learn something tonight, like it appears Max did.

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Sunday, October 11, 2009

"Capitalism: A Love Story" (2009)

Watching Michael Moore's latest effort, Capitalism: A Love Story, at least two things occurred to me, at two different points in the narrative.

First, while watching Moore ask the question, "Is capitalism evil?" of successively higher officials in the Catholic Church gave me a strong sense of disorientation. Really, Michael? You're basing part of your argument against the excesses of capitalism on the opinion of one of the most staggeringly wealthy institutions on the planet?

The Age of Enlightenment caused a shift in power and money from the church, particularly the church allied with government in the form of inherited rule. Capitalism was one of the economic ideas that grew out of the elevation of reason and intellect that was the Enlightenment, so it could be argued that capitalism reduced the Catholic Church's power and shifted it to business and government.

And yet the Catholic Church is still vastly wealthy; after several Google searches I can't find a decent estimate of the total wealth hoarded by the Pope and all his minions across the globe. Surely the many fabulous palaces and works of art in Vatican City alone are priceless heirlooms of human history. Would members of such a institution, which has stockpiled uncounted riches for century upon century in spite of its founders' admonishments to give away all wealth, view capitalism and its ideal of hard work making one wealthy, as evil? Probably so. No shit, Sherlock, as they say.

And for Mr. Moore to use Catholic priests as mouthpieces for his movie to label as evil the economic system that dethroned the Church just invites consideration of what, exactly, on a moral scale, the Church would be. The Church uses its vast wealth to protect it's clergy from taxes as well as from legal justice (which is the least satisfying form of justice) against accusations of pedophilia and abuse of authority. Oh, and sure, to a degree, the Church does some good work, too, though I'm far too lazy a blogger to go looking for examples. I think the millennia of greed, warfare and injustice would wipe out any good works they may have done.

My laughter at the parade of clergy on the screen was surely not what Mr. Moore intended. To be fair, I was already in agreement with the filmmaker on the morality of capitalism as it has been practiced for the last 100 years or so; I just thought his method of arguing the point was tone-deaf.

Speaking of justice brings me to my second point, where social justice - which is the best kind of justice - makes its appearance in the movie. Moore mentions that our country's Constitution does not specify capitalism as an economic system, and that leads him to an observation that I have found to be true: for all the love of democracy we have in this country, there is damned little democracy in our workplaces. The standard business is run as a dictatorship. Where workers and employees have any power at all, they have it amongst themselves in the form of electing representatives to negotiate with the exalted rulers known as Management.

But Moore goes one step further, and shows examples of businesses in America that are run democratically: co-ops. He shows a bakery in California whose name I am far too lazy to search for that is set up where every employee is a part owner, and everyone, from the CEO on down, has one full vote in the operation of the business. And Moore claims that this bakery makes money, and lots of it, to stark contrast with titans of industry like Enron, Worldcomm, General Motors, Lehman Brothers, the list goes on and on.

The employees at this business can vote out the management if they wish. In a flash, as soon as they'd mentioned that, I realized just how differently a business would be run if management had to submit to a vote of their subordinates.

And in a second flash, I knew what was wrong with government.

What reason can anyone give for not running government agencies and bureaus like a democracy? If Democracy is held to such a high ideal in our country, and the topic of many many beautiful speeches by impassioned elected officials and unelected business tycoons alike, then why are we not running our government agencies like a freakin' democracy?

Businesses can be run any way the owners want, so I'll leave them out of the question for now. There are still folk who would prefer to just follow a king and not have any personal responsibility or power. But government? Why isn't the City of Portland, or Multnomah County, or the State of Oregon, or even the Federal Government itself, staffed and organized on the principle of "One person, one vote"?

If it's good enough for the country as a whole, why isn't it good enough for everything?

I'd really like to know. And now, finally, I have a life goal to work towards.

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Thursday, October 08, 2009

Whip It

Aw, crab, another movie seen and no review has been written.

I caught a 4:40 PM showing of Whip It yesterday after work. It's Drew Barrymore's directorial debut, and she has a small role in it as a crazy roller derby chick. There's a lot of crazy roller derby chicks in it, since the movie is about roller derby and finding a family and doing your own thing and the beauty myth.

It's a great movie and I loved to see the empowerment message aimed at the female segment of our population, in the form of Ellen Page sneaking off to join a crazy roller derby team and abandoning her best friend to get busted for underage drinking, because, hey why not?

But the most surprising part of the movie for me was discovering that Kristen Wiig, who is known for her one-note deadpan passive-aggressive bit parts, is actually pretty hot when she smiles. Also, she very much reminds me of my favorite stripper, Sharai, especially in the scene where Maggie Mayhem (Wiig's character in the movie) shows up to practice wearing a long muu-muu; I've seen Sharai show up to work wearing something very similar, before she goes up the stairs to Dancer Heaven and comes back all stripperfied.

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Monday, October 05, 2009

Weekend

I saw Zombieland over the weekend; I owe myself and y'all a review, since I promised myself I would make a note of every movie I see in a theater. It's one of my major topics.

But since I haven't yet completed a review of The Informant!, which I saw earlier in the week, I'm a bit behind.

So I'll make a note of them, and move on.

I also took a train up to Seattle to catch the very last Mariners game of the season. The tickets were Kevin's, and our seats were in section 194, high above center field. I took many pictures and a few videos, and will post them when I get a chance to see if there's anything in there anyone other than Kevin or I would want to see.

Oh, and the Mariners won, 4-3, against the Texas Rangers. Turned out to be a beautiful day for a ballgame!

Oh, and don't google shiskaberries unless you're ready for the horrible truth to be revealed to you.

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Monday, September 14, 2009

"Inglourious Basterds" (2009)

After seeing the first trailer for Inglourious Basterds, and learning that Quentin Tarantino's next flick would be a World War II movie, I could not wait to see it.

I'll admit it up front; I'm a huge fan of Tarantino's work. The more seemingly-pointless dialogue, the more senseless bloody violence, the more homage and in-jokes, the better.

But here and there, little hints seeped in. I saw the headline of IO9's review, but did not read the body, and saw the phrase "alternate history", for example. Well, sure. That makes sense. Any movie is going to be fictionalized. So I had some hint that maybe things wouldn't turn out the way they did in our timeline.

And the satirical article in The Onion, headlined "Next Tarantino Movie An Homage To Beloved Tarantino Movies Of Director's Youth", followed by a rant from a co-worker who had seen the movie about how every Tarantino pastiche was on display in Inglourious Basterds, gave me another hint. "48 minutes of two people talking while sitting at a table!" he said. "They don't leave!"

That was all I knew. Oh, wait, one more thing; several folk on Twitter told me to go see this movie.

Saturday I finally did. The short version is, I enjoyed it very much. The long version, mild spoilers included, begins now.

And it was, indeed, a Tarantino movie. There wasn't one single 48 minute long scene of people sitting at a table, however. There were, by my hazy memory, 5 or 6 scenes that were people sitting around a table and talking about something other than the obvious topic. And in each of those scenes, the tension is incredible, because the audience knows something that not everyone at the table knows. The cumulative effect of scene after scene after scene of this, though, is a ridiculous (but enjoyable, to me) self-awareness that this is, in fact, a Quentin Tarantino movie.

The action, when it comes, is heightened by all the tension created through dialogue, and all the more so because it's often so matter-of-fact to the characters - casually cutting scalps from Nazi soldiers' heads while discussing something else entirely, for example.

And even though Brad Pitt is shown, prominently, in the trailer, hamming it up with his chaw-filled mouth and his goofy Tennessee accent, this movie is not about Lt. Aldo Raines at all. It's about Shoshanna Dreyfus, a Jewish girl who tries to hide from the Nazis in occupied France and operates a movie theater. Yeah, Quentin loves old movie theaters, so how perfect is it that so much of the film is set in one?

Except for a few background-fillling-in flashbacks, though, the story is told in a straight linear fashion, which is not a Tarantino cliché at all. Instead of jumping around, as he's done in so many other movies, this one is a direct line from past to present. Perhaps he focused on the "table dialogue" so much to counter the fact of such a simple story?

Who knows?

I loved it. Not as much as Kill Bill: Vol 1 and Kill Bill: Vol 1, mind you, and not as much as Pulp Fiction... but still, I loved it.

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Tuesday, August 11, 2009

500 Days of Summer (2009)

I can't really tell you why I didn't like 500 Days of Summer without giving away the ending. I mean, probably. So there may be spoilers in this review. In fact, I may, at one point, tell you how it ends, describe the scene to you. But without context, you may draw the wrong conclusion about what I'm describing; you won't know for sure unless you read the whole review, spending as much time as I want to spend writing this out, only to find that you're wrong.

If I did that to you, would you enjoy it, think that it was a surprise and a delight, worth the time? Or would you feel cheated, forced to focus on something, an event or character that ultimately proved to be nothing more than a distraction, a cipher?

And what would you think of me for having done all that? I may seem clever and charming; or I may seem mean spirited. It all depends.

There are categories of jokes like that. They're called "shaggy dog stories". If you don't want to click the link, a shaggy dog story is one in which the narrator tells a long, involved story with lots of repetition and digressions, all to distract you from the horrible anti-climactic ending or, worse, the awful pun that has nothing to do with the story you've been made to listen to.

Some people find shaggy dog stories funny. Those people are usually the ones telling the story, or people who enjoy telling them. Often, the reaction to hearing a shaggy dog story is not laughter, but a groan, for having fallen for the setup and not seeing the punchline coming. The listener groans because they've been had.

Likewise, at the end of "500 Days of Summer" I felt like I've been had, like I've been made to sit through scene after scene that almost promised me character development, that gave me tantalizing glimpses of the possibility of Summer's (played by Zooey Deschanel) having some kind of inner life or rational motivation for doing all the things that Tom (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) saw her doing to him.

Sadly, no.

Very little reason is given for Summer doing the things she is shown doing in the movie. And, worse, several times she's shown doing the same thing in different scenes, but the second time is given different context, so the meaning of her actions are changed. There are times when this writing technique is clever and used to good affect, but trust me, this movie is not Rashômon and the director is not Kurosawa.

In fact, Summer is not a real person; the character only exists to give the needy, clingy and lack-witted Tom something against which to run the gamut of emotions from ecstasy to despair. She is a Manic Pixie Dream Girl without even the semblance of a mind or life of her own.

Worse, with all the post-modern flashbacks and scenes with more than one interpretation and fourth-wall-breaking dance numbers, the writers chose to use a freakin' narrator. Narrators that are not identified as one of the characters in the film generally imply an omniscient viewpoint; but of course, nothing is to be trusted in this movie. Is the narrator up front? Are we to believe his descriptions of things? To the writers' credit, they have the narrator tell us at the beginning that this is a boy-meets-girl story, but it is not a love story. To their detriment, however, they also tell us that Summer is special and amazing, without giving us much more to go on than Zooey Deschanel's impenetrable charm and giant soulful eyes to validate that.

Seeing Summer's hand, complete with wedding ring, resting on Tom's hand on a park bench means nothing without context. Hearing her say things like "I'm not looking for a relationship right now" and then randomly kissing Tom in the copy room at work is the kind of story self-absorbed and emotionally-fragile men tell, not the kind of thing real living breathing women do. Tom's view of Summer is distorted by the writers' lack of imagination; it feels very hateful. I have no doubt that there are lots of men who will tell me that they, too, have known women like this; the "seduction community" is almost entirely made up of boys with exactly that take on women. But I am sure that the opposing stories, from the feminine side, would talk about stalk-y, grasping boys with bottomless pits of need to be filled. Or not filled.

My want for a believable set of characters, likewise, remains unfilled by this movie. But I kinda knew that going in.

This movie is Not Recommended.

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Monday, August 03, 2009

Moon (2009)

With the recent 40 year anniversary of the first Apollo mission to the moon, I had an opportunity to read an account from the media-proclaimed "loneliest man since Adam", Michael Collins. He was the astronaut who had to pilot the command module, and remained in orbit around the moon while Aldrin and Grissom landed on the surface and got all the glory.

Being farther from any humans than anyone before him, enclosed in a tiny capsule smaller than a walk-in closet, and out of even radio contact whenever he passed behind our planet's sattellite, you'd think he'd be feeling very isolated. Turns out, not so much.
I know from pre-flight questions that I will be described as a lonely man (”Not since Adam has any man experienced such loneliness”), and I guess that the TV commentators must be reveling in my solitude and deriving all sorts of phony philosophy from it, but I hope not. Far from feeling lonely or abandoned, I feel very much a part of what is taking place on the lunar surface. I know that I would be a liar or a fool if I said that I have the best of the three Apollo 11 seats, but I can say with truth and equanimity that I am perfectly satisfied with the one I have. This venture has been structured for three men, and I consider my third to be as necessary as either of the other two.1

But still, to this day, the idea of space exploration being the loneliest pursuit persists in fiction and film.

Take, for example, "Moon", Duncan Jones' debut film. In it, we are introduced to Sam (played by Sam Rockwell). He has taken a 3-year contract with Lunar Industries to be the sole human worker at a helium-3 mining operation on the moon. He has a companion of sorts in GERTY, the computer that helps run the station. But that's the only interaction he's had for 3 long years; and let's face it, GERTY's empathetic words, when provided by Kevin Spacey's sarcastic voice and illustrated by comical cartoon faces on GERTY's one video display, aren't much comfort. Sam is two weeks from the end of his contract.

Sam's loneliness is assumed, and underscored by scenes showing him viewing videos from home of his wife; he's not allowed two-way communication because of a faulty relay satellite that the company has not yet repaired. He's shown doing his job of directing the giant mining robots. He's shown running on a treadmill; an international symbol of solitude and drive. He burns his hand with hot coffee when he thinks he's seen someone else, a brunette woman, in his lounge, a woman that, to my knowledge, does not appear again for the rest of the movie.

Then one day, when he's out checking on one of the mobile mining machines, there's an accident, a bad one. He wakes up in the infirmary, under the watchful eye of GERTY. Sam's confused and slow to recover. And his burned hand is fine.

GERTY and the bosses back home seem unconcerned about Sam's inability to work, and they send a rescue mission to repair the damaged mining machine, but Sam wants to go outside. He thinks something's wrong, and after arguing with GERTY he finally manages to contrive a reason to go out via sabotage. Once out there, he finds something... extraordinary.

I'm loathe to give anything away, even though the trailers for this movie have given away this crucial plot point. If you are considering this movie, do yourself a favor and don't see or read any more; just see it.

The cinematography of the lunar surface is stark and beautiful and reminds me (intentionally I'm sure) of the stark black and white videos sent back from the Apollo missions. The large mining machines look like nothing but Jawa Sandcrawlers crossed with farm vehicles. The station, all white panels and stainless steel cabinets and low ceilings, remind me of the interior of the Discovery from 2001 - and of course, GERTY is a grudgingly anthropomorphized HAL from that same movie.

There are probably plenty of other sci-fi inside jokes throughout the film, but that gives it a familiarity; it inhabits the mental space where many sci-fi movies have come and gone. But the story that's being told is a subtle one, different from past summer blockbusters. It's a story about identity and humanity. I know, I know, that sounds like bullshit psychoanalysis but I'm not going to give anything away, dammit!

The movie's conclusion was both unsettling and utterly expected, and ended the movie but left me wanting to know more. What was the ultimate goal of Lunar Industries? Where did all this technology come from? What would happen to Sam?

We'll never know. And that's a brave stance for a filmmaker to take.

I recommend this movie.

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Quote taken from Andy Ihnatko's transcription of Collins' Carrying the Fire, under Fair Use.

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Away We Go (2009)

There were so many times as I sat in the theater and watched John Krasinski and Maya Rudolph talk back and forth in character as Burt and Verona, when I wanted to turn to Lindsey and say, "That sounds just like us!" or "I can totally see us doing that." or "I'll bet that's just like we would do."

I should have seen Away We Go with Lindsey. But she was at home, doing laundry and cleaning up, taking her one day for herself in the week, and I was hiding from the heat of the day in a cool dark movie theater.

Burt and Verona are afraid they're fuck-ups. They live in a broken-down house, have the kinds of jobs that don't seem to require much interaction with anyone (he sells insurance to insurance companies, apparently by phone; she's a freelance medical illustrator), and they're expecting their first baby. They realize, on a deep level, that they need a support system to help them with raising their child; their first attempt at building one comes during dinner with Burt's parents.

Burt's parents, though (played with giddy selfish passion by Jeff Daniels and Catherine O'Hara) have decided to move to Amsterdam to follow some dream of theirs that they claim to have been putting off for a very long time. Their timing couldn't be worse; they're moving a month before the baby is due.

Verona's fears are soothed by Burt's optimism, and they decide to go on a road trip to visit various family members and old friends, to audition them for their role as the village they think it will take to raise their baby. The trip includes Arizona (Phoenix and Tuscon), Wisconsin, Montreal, and Florida, and we get to meet several different types of parents, most of them juuuuust outside of normal, which makes Burt and Verona seem normal by comparison, even though they aren't.

OK, my description isn't doing this movie justice. I just loved how Burt and Verona talked to each other, and I liked how they always seemed like real people; whether happy, or bored, or tired, or angry, they obviously loved each other very much. They wanted to make it work, and they feared they didn't know how to make it all work.

Just like real people.

And holy crab; they've got some strange friends and family.

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Sunday, July 12, 2009

"Up"

How did Pixar take an annoying little boy and a grumpy old man and make a wonderful, sweet movie?

Also, I will now always secretly wish that every dog had a speaking collar like Doug the Dog.

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Monday, June 08, 2009

"The Hangover"

I got the groom to the wedding, after making sure he had the time of his life. The bride, of course, was pissed. And the groom and my friendship soon disintegrated.

That was both the first, and last, time I was in charge of a bachelor party. That was 15 years ago.

The evening included lesbians, binge drinking, strippers, gambling (and winning!), the phrase "A round of drinks on the house!", taxicabs, the groom passing out and requiring first aid, many venue changes, and very little sleep.

It did not include traveling to another city, animals barnyard or exotic, surprise elopements, or criminal elements (that I'm aware of).

If the one I was in charge of is any indication, a bachelor party is a source of much material for stories written and filmed. Even a tame one, like the one I was in charge of, would, if filmed, make for much entertainment. And with just a bit of exaggeration, a truly epic movie could be made.

Like, say, "The Hangover". The main characters in The Hangover start the movie in deep trouble. They're out in the desert, scarred, scared, and in possession of a nearly-destroyed vintage Mercedes-Benz. Phil (Bradley Cooper, playing the charming live-for-the-moment member of the party) is calling the bride to tell her that, well, they lost Doug (Justin Bartha). The bride is livid; don't they know that she is getting married in five hours?!

"Yeah," Phil says, laconically if sympathetically. "That's not gonna happen."

And the movie then flashes back to show the lead-up to this grave situation.

The best part is, the movie doesn't actually show the events in question. No, after some set-up, it jumps forward and leaves the men nothing but a handful of clues with which they are supposed to retrace their steps and find their friend; Phil is wearing a bracelet from a hospital; Stu (played by a hilarious Ed Helms), the normally co-dependent doctor dentist, has an ATM receipt from the Bellagio for Eight Thousand Dollars; there's a live tiger in the suite's bathroom, and a chicken wandering around the (literally) smoking remains of the hotel room; a mattress that they, somehow, recognize as belonging to the groom is impaled on a statue outside the hotel, as if flung from a great height; and Alan (Zach Galifianakis), the befuddled, mysterious, vaguely threatening brother of the bride, has discovered a baby in a closet (which produces almost no surprise, considering it's not the first time he's found a baby).

And the three men have literally no memory of the night.

Do the men learn a valuable lesson about male friendship and reach a place of peace with their choices in life? Who the hell cares? As the work their way backward in Las Vegas, the stakes continue to be raised and many, many laughs are had.

My one complaint about the movie is that the three female roles are not even sketches of real women; the anxious bride, the shrewish controlling girlfriend of Stu, and the stripper/escort Jade (the still-innocent Heather Graham), are barely there. I suppose that's inevitable in a movie like this, which is more about the Hollywood myth of bromance than actual real-life relationships. For that matter, the male characters aren't much more than a handful of quirks themselves. Charming quirks, though.

Wait... wonder whatever happened to the friend whose bachelor party I was responsible for? Did his shrewish wife force him to disavow me as a friend after we showed up, barely on time for the wedding, the groom so hungover he had to wear sunglasses inside? Whatever happened to his brother, the socially-awkward repressed kid? And why can't I remember the names of the two lesbians who accompanied us that night, and what their relationship was to the rest of us? What happened to all the money I won at video poker?

Hmmm... either I'm a living stereotype, or Hollywood might just have something to tell us about ourselves, after all.

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Monday, June 01, 2009

"The Brothers Bloom"

Going to a movie is like dreaming in public. Images and sounds projected into a dark, curtained space; people whispering back and forth but mostly silent (if you're lucky); faces turned all in the same direction, illuminated by the flickering light.

There are many ways to enjoy a movie. You can examine the philosophical points raised in it; you can let the pure visceral id experience of the action and images wash over you without delving too deeply; you can dissect it with the expert eye of a graphic artist or cinéast; Or you can view it as a writer, enjoying the plot and characters and how they interact. Or, of course, a little bit of some or all of those.

It may not surprise you that I primarily view movies as a writer. I love to pay attention not simply to what the plot points are, but in how they are told. How are the characters' personalities and motivations explained to the audience? Does it depend on the dialogue and actions, or upon the actors' craft? Do the choices that the characters make sense?

In other words, I love stories. I love telling them. I love paying attention to them.

The Brothers Bloom is a movie that is about a pair of con men brothers and the sequestered heiress that is their current target. It is also a love story, between one of the brothers and the heiress, just like many con movies before it; the question asked is the familiar, "Is he actually falling in love with her, or is it part of the con?" And it's also, of course, a love story between the two brothers, who start out with the familiar tension found in paired confidence men; one of them loves the whole enterprise, and the other wants to get out.

The movie is also a philosophical treatise on free will vs. determinism, finding an answer to the question "Is it possible to live an unscripted life?"

But the writer/director, Rian Johnson, is far more inventive and lively than my simple description makes it sound. Bloom (Adrien Brody) is the younger brother, and I may have missed why the pair is collectively known by his name, and he is a lost soul, the deep thinker, the one who sees their life as nothing but lies. Stephen (Mark Ruffalo) is the older brother and he embraces his role in the pair as that of a writer, imbuing their con games with themes, dramatic arcs, and subtext. Their target for the movie is Penelope (Rachel Weisz), who is beautiful but more than a little socially awkward since she's lived her entire life on a ridiculous estate somewhere in a magical New Jersey. In pursuit of the con, the three of them, along with Bang Bang (Rinko Kikuchi), their silent aid and explosives expert, travel to Montenegro, and Prague, and St. Petersberg; they travel by ship, and by train, and once by modern jetliner; part of the charm of the movie is its mix-and-match approach to technology and fashion.

I want to recap this movie, but honestly, it would be a dry and lifeless retelling. What I recall most are the small moments between the characters.

For example: Bloom saying goodbye to Penelope for the first time after she eagerly subverted the brothers' script for introducing them to her. He stands outside the estate, mouthing the words of his script, and Penelope realizes that he's leaving, after having given her a real (to her) honest conversation for the first time in forever. He reaches out to shake her hand while he speaks, and the camera cuts to a closeup that shows his thumb lightly rubbing her wrist and barely touching and reaching under the cuff of her sweater. Cut to her face, and a blush, as obviously an effect as the oft-parodied glint on a movie hero's smile, paints her cheeks, and yet Weisz sells the look with her eyes.

Perhaps it's because I am currently in the throes of love myself, but I felt that caress along with Bloom and Penelope. My life has seemed unscripted so often in the past, and it has left me wanting a better story, an honest story. I think I have found it, and it's more than a bit shocking to see the emotional core on the screen of a downtown multiplex, told with idealism and humor but (there's that word again) honesty, too.

This movie is fucking amazing.

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Saturday, May 23, 2009

Thoughts after a third viewing of "Star Trek"

[Note: Spoilers for "Star Trek" follow]


  1. I have a huge totally straight man-crush on Karl Urban's Dr. McCoy. Still.
  2. Not only do the giant water tanks and transparent (transparent aluminum?) water tubes seem a bit incongruous on the new Enterprise, I think whoever designed and routed them needs some instruction in simplicity and efficiency. Was there some need, other than to make an entertaining action set-piece, for the tubes to run every which direction before terminating in a giant potentially-Scotty-killing turbine?
  3. Getting a promotion in Starfleet seems super easy! Here are two possibilities:

    • Get recruited after losing a bar fight, cheat on your final exam, sneak onto a starship during a military engagement (twice), and get the acting captain (a Vulcan (OK, technically a half-Vulcan) to completely lose his shit and resign his commission. That gets you to Captain.
    • Abandon your ship to fly into a trap, get captured, tortured, and give up the defenses for Earth. That gets you all the way to Admiral!

  4. On the other hand, defending your homeworld (unsuccessfully), shooting malcontent stowaways into space, giving out crew assignments on the basis of sexual favors, destroying random bridge consoles in fits of rage, and advocating against peaceful diplomacy and mercy - all that will only get you busted back to the second-most important position on a Starfleet vessel, while retaining your rank and commission.
  5. Given Scotty's propensity to test his crazy transporter theories on animals, perhaps he was using the tribble as a quickly reproducing test subject? Just feed it and you've got plenty of lifeforms to beam around!
  6. Still love the casualness of the bad guy. "Hi, Christopher. I'm Nero."
  7. Are we sure this isn't the mirror universe? I will not be surprised if Zachary Quinto grows a goatee for the sequel. Not surprised and at least a bit delighted.

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Monday, May 11, 2009

Spoiler-free "Star Trek" review

I've been worried about Captain Kirk.

More specifically, I've been worried that Chris Pine, who was cast as a young James T. Kirk in the new Star Trek franchise reboot, just didn't have the chops to make me believe he was a younger version of William Shatner's cocky, swaggering, speechifying Captain Kirk. The promotional pictures, and the few million clips and trailers I've seen in the last several months, just did not go far enough to convince me.

Still, Zachary Quinto is physically about as close as someone could get to a young Leonard Nimoy, and Quinto's portrayal of Sylar on NBC's "Heroes" certainly shows he can play "emotionless".

And, while I enjoy Simon Pegg's past performances (particularly "Shaun of the Dead"), he really didn't look like James "Scotty" Doohan at all. But I'd be willing to give him the benefit of the doubt on pure personality alone.

The rest of the canonical bridge crew of the Enterprise everyone remembers was given to a bunch of young kids I've paid almost no attention to prior to finding out they were in this movie.

...except for the role of Dr. Leonard McCoy. Wait a minute, what? Eomer is playing Bones? How is that a good move?

I always knew I would see this movie when it came out. What I wasn't sure of was whether I would buy it or not.

Or so I thought. This clip1 totally sold me:

I've watched that clip many times prior to seeing the movie. And during the movie, after that scene, I turned to my girlfriend, Lindsey and said, basically, "Squeeee!"2

I saw the movie with a group of friends. Some I've known a long time, some I've known a shorter time. Some were fans of Star Trek and action movies; some were not. We drove out to the mall in which I spent much of my formative teenage and young adult life, so that we could see it in digital projection with awesome sound.

And we all enjoyed it, I think. The writers were faced with an enormous task; to take the mountains of backstory, some official and much of it unofficial but widely accepted by the fans, and still manage to make a movie that's watchable, that covers a significant point in the characters' lives, that doesn't descend into boring pseudo-scientific Treknobabble that has marked some of the later excursions into the Star Trek universe.

Holy crab, did they succeed.

In fact, without going in to spoilers, they took the most basic tentpole of the Star Trek storytelling technique, a technique that's been used in good Trek and bad Trek, and used it to refresh the characters and, almost literally, reboot the franchise. Yes, these are in fact James Kirk, Spock, McCoy.

No, you have no idea what's going to happen next.

Congratulations to all involved. You did it. I love this movie.
1 Sorry about the branded video clip. The non-branded one I found earlier has been pulled by Paramount's sharks in suits lawyers.

2 Luckily, Lindsey is awesome and did not hold my fanboy-ish joy against me at all.

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Sunday, March 08, 2009

Past as prologue

In 1985, I was 20 years old.

Of all the factors that our society considered the hallmarks of adulthood, I had some but not others. No job, no car, unable to drink alcohol legally, still living with my parents. Yet I could vote, I had a steady, long-term girlfriend, whom I had met in high school. I was not a virgin. And I could think.

I knew that I was a citizen of the United States, and that the country and the leadership of my county were locked in a deadly enmity with the Union of Soviet Socialist Republic, and that the weapon of choice for expressing that animosity was the nuclear bomb. Both my country and the enemy had access to nukes; horrible weapons that did not just destroy the target, large targets, targets the size of large cities, but which also rendered the targets uninhabitable for decades, centuries, and caused deformations and illness in any victim unlucky enough to have survived the initial blast.

And both sides didn't just have one or two or a dozen of these bombs. They had hundreds. More than were necessary to merely "win" a "war". Enough to wipe each other out, and every ally, and everyone else, all over the world.

The strategy being pursued by my government, and the enemy (my government told me), for prevailing over the enemy was astonishingly insane: the strategy was to build more and more of these bombs, in order to scare the other side into not using their own bombs.

The madness that you and I now live under, the madness that caused men in caves to fly a jetliner full of innocents into large buildings, and the madness that caused our country's leadership to respond by invading a country they despised but had not direct connection to the attack of the men in caves, is almost understandable compared to my memories of the Cold War. Almost.

But back in 1985, it was such a horrible dark cloud hanging over the heads of all Americans that our responses were, by and large, anger. Punk rock is hard to define, but for me it will always include an anti-authoritarian, cynical, and political viewpoint, along with the feeling that, if we're all going to die we might as well have fun. And punk rock was born under the threat of mutually assured destruction.

Punk rock was part of a sub-culture that included comic books and bad movies. And in contrast to the conduit that the internet gives to making sure sub-cultures reach everyone interested today, back in 1985 sub-cultures were both more tightly-knit and harder to find and join. I had few people with which to discuss the paltry few comic books I read. I had few people with which to pick apart the lyrics to a song by the Clash or Bad Religion. I had to come to my own conclusions, by and large, about what, exactly, Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons were outlining in their 12-issue limited series "Watchmen".

I didn't get it at first. I didn't understand that the characters of Ozymandias, Rorschach and Dr. Manhattan were created out of whole cloth, with a complete backstory (there were previous versions of Nite Owl and Silk Spectre). I didn't see the depth that the Tales of the Black Freighter, a story of pirates and survival at sea, gave to the main story of the Mask Killer.

But I did understand the alienation of John "Dr. Manhattan" Osterman, a man who was given nearly unlimited power and found himself more and more detached from the fragile people around him. I did understand the Doomsday Clock, which gave us all a sense of how close we were to annihilation by nuclear holocaust, and its use in the comic. I did feel deeply affected by the depiction of heroes as sociopaths: the Comedian and Rorschach had their bizarre twisted ideas of right and wrong, each a viewpoint I could see in those around me. Kids I grew up with who worshipped the guns and armor used in Vietnam without understanding or caring about the human cost of the same. Cops who saw evil and crime everywhere but never looked at how far into criminality they themselves descended. I saw the point of asking who polices the policemen; how do we hold accountable those who we entrust with our safety so that we can remain free?

And, of course, the madness of trying to win a nuclear war.

Who the Hell were these people? Were they really the same species as me? Yes, I often felt anger and disillusionment, but it nearly always turned inward. If I were faced with a Darth Vader, a dark father intent on corrupting me, I would respond as Luke Skywalker did in "The Empire Strikes Back" and fall to my doom rather than fight back. Protecting myself by wiping myself out, and fuck all y'all; you're on your own.

I had no goals, I could see no future, beyond hoping I was still around next week, next month, next year.

I read every issue of Watchmen while standing in the 7-11 near my house. Standing in front of a wire rack in a convenience store, plate glass in front of me showing the ebb and tide of cars and customers in and out of the parking lot and the flow of traffic on the street beyond, hearing the bells and beeps of the video games and pinball machines off in the corner, and needing the brief escape from the emptiness of the rest of my life.

Yesterday I sat in a theater, beside my best friend from those days, and watched Zak Snyder's adaptation of "Watchmen". Many were the moments I remembered the kid I used to be; the feeling of the paper beneath my fingers, the look of four-color printing showing earlier versions of the scenes digitally projected onto the screen in front of me. I had not read the books in years, many years, and yet Snyder's faithfulness to the comic's words and images meant many small nostalgic moments during the 163 minute film's run.

I want to know if anyone whose experience doesn't include the hopelessness of living under threat of the entire world coming to an end can feel the same thing I felt watching the movie and recalling that I and everyone I know and everyone else might die due to the insanity of my government's idea of defense. I want to know if anyone who didn't try to escape entirely into a fantasy world, learning the ins and outs of costumed heroes and Jedi Knights and paladins and rangers and rogues, can feel what I feel when seeing those fantasies being portrayed by living human beings. Is that possible?

Are these feelings I have... nostalgia? That's what I felt when watching "Watchmen". So lost I was, and the world was, then.

Not sure we've come very far since then, either.

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Sunday, March 01, 2009

"Coraline" IN 3D

Neil Gaiman, author of the book "Coraline", has this to say on the subject of where to sit when watching a 3D movie:
"@lunarobverse for 3D movies you don't normally want to be in the front couple of rows, and middle's seems preferable."
I have to admit, getting a direct answer from the author of the book that was translated into a movie to my question about where to sit has me feeling more than a little bit fanboy-ish.

I love the immediate feeling of connection I get from Twitter. I actually posted my question while waiting in the lobby prior to the movie, while the theater personnel were cleaning the theater, just 20 minutes before the movie was to start. I posted the question from my iPhone, on a whim. And had my answer in plenty of time to adjust where I was sitting to take full advantage of 3D during the film.

Even some of the previews were in 3D, and for the most part, it worked: the preview for "Monsters vs. Aliens" actually looked almost enjoyable from a technical standpoint, although I still suspect it lacks the depth of any random Pixar flick. Except, perhaps, for Pixar's next flick, "Up", which leaves me feeling underwhelmed. Really, Pixar? A movie about a grumpy old man who wants to get away from everyone? Of course, I'll still go see it in the theater, but color me skeptical.

Oh, wait, this was supposed to be a review of "Corline" IN 3D. I got distracted by the special effects for a moment, and the tiny interaction with one of the films' originators.

I have not read the book on which the movie is based, but the film was sufficiently creepy from the very start. Coraline is a little girl who feels neglected by her parents and alienated from her friends and hometown; the family has just moved to a rainy little place called Oregon, and her parents are always grumpy and nose-deep in their writing and computers. Little Coraline goes exploring and soon stumbles on a parallel world where her Other Mother and Other Father are happy, doting, and giving people who cultivate a garden that looks like Coraline and bake all her favorite foods and buy all her choices in clothes and do nothing but play games with her.

So of course the ones who spoil her and lavish attention on her are the bad guys.

Seeing the movie with adult eyes, I felt creeped out by all the attention the Other Mother and Other Father gave to the little girl. I wonder if any of that translated so well to the younger members of the audience. I would be surprised if it did not, though I have only my own instincts to go on.

I'm glad I got to see the movie in 3D; with only a couple of scenes near the beginning and during the end credits, the effect was used to simply give depth and perspective to the movie, and not to shock and reach out of the screen. The level of detail to the world was evident.

I recommend the movie. If you can see it in 3D, more the better - but hurry, because apparently the 3D screens are being slowly replaced with some Disney Jonas Brothers thing. Ugh.

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Monday, February 16, 2009

Somber

Here's what I knew about "The Reader" before I saw it Sunday:

  • It has been nominated for a Best Picture Oscar.
  • It stars Kate Winslet.
  • It has some connection to the Holocaust.

All of those things are true.

The movie itself is somber, which is expected for a movie that has some connection to the Holocaust. But that is not the only theme. The script also deals with how normal people can be involved in the most heinous crimes, and how best for us to pass along the stories and lessons of the past, and the murky ethics of seducing teenagers, and whether one has a moral imperative to save someone who appears unwilling to be saved.

"The Reader" may join the list of movies that I enjoyed once, but never really wish to see again. It's given me much to think about.

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Friday, February 06, 2009

"The Wrestler"

Yeah, yeah, Mickey Rourke turned in an amazing nuanced performance, subdued and beaten in the real world, powerful and assured in the ring, but the scenes in The Wrestler that I found to be most realistic were in the strip club.

Man, some of those awkward, are-they-friends-or-are-they-working conversations between (naked nearly all the time) Marissa Tomei and Mickey Rourke could have been lifted straight from my life circa 1992-'98.

When I pointed this out, Kevin said after the movie, "It's apparently not just you, after all."

(I should write a full review but this should suffice for now.)

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Sunday, January 25, 2009

Rags-to-riches

Yesterday I scratched another movie off my Oscar best picture list.

I saw "Slumdog Millionaire" in a packed matinee theater.

Here's what I knew going in: it's a rags-to-riches story about a poor kid who gets on a game show, and it might be a musical. Oh, and the leading lady is stunningly beautiful.

Here's what I learned while watching it: it's set in India, specifically in Mumbai. It is not a musical. It's directed by Danny Boyle, an Irish working-class guy whose previous movies include an awesome zombie movie, a sci-fi flop, and a movie about drug addicts. And the structure of the movie intrigued me as a writer.

Jamal Malik (Dev Patel) is being tortured because he's suspected of cheating in India's version of the game show "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?" Seems the local corrupt constabulary don't believe that a kid who grew up in the slums could possibly know all the various trivia that lets him work his way up the ladder until he's on the verge of winning twenty million rupees (about US$407,000 - not a lot to you and me, but I'd imagine it's a life-changing amount of money in India).

Jamal has had no formal education, he's scammed his way around India with his cruel but loyal older brother, Salim, and his only goal in life is to find, and rescue, Latika, the young girl who joined the two brothers as the third Musketeer to their Athos and Porthos but was kept by a Mumbaikar Fagin and forced into a life of crime.

But as he tells how he knows the answer to each trivia question, the movie flashes back to show the specific circumstances that led to him gaining that knowledge. The coincidences add up as the movie fills in his squalid life until he's got a semi-respectable job as a "chai wallah" (tea server) in a customer call center, but I never lost my willingness to suspend belief. I did sometimes recall Cliff Claven's dream board in Jeopardy, but Boyle and his screenwriter Simon Beaufoy (who adapted the novel "Q&A" by Vikas Swarup) never play it for laughs and each incident seems organic and natural. It's only on reflection after the fact that I began to question it all, and by then the charm of the story had overcome any misgivings I had.

In fact, now that I think about it, the story parallels the rise of an adherent of Hinduism through the ranks of the four Puruṣārthas, or goals of a human existence. But I don't know much about that beyond what's in Wikipedia. Someone more scholarly than I is invited to analyze the story from that perspective.

Me? I just enjoyed the hell out of that movie.

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Sunday, January 04, 2009

"Let The Right One In"

Since it was my first visit to Living Room Theaters, I'm tempted to review the theater, rather than the movie. Large, comfy seats, foot rests, an upscale bar/dining room attached, in-theater service, premium sound and crisp all-digital projection, and only a small premium over the "regular" theaters (my matinée was $9)... nice. Only downside was a distracting reflection on the screen, but it wasn't enough to bug the management about.

Still, as my first movie of 2009, the film itself deserves some mention. It's about a lonely kid who meets a strange kid in the woods one night. The strange one doesn't mind the cold, is smart enough to solve a Rubik's cube at first sight, and one night, attacks and kills a grown man, drinking his blood.

Yeah, she's a vampire.

Yes, I said "she". This ain't "Twilight". It's "Låt den rätte komma in" ("Let The Right One In"), a Swedish import. It's creepy and sweet and sometimes hilarious (apparently cats, in Sweden, hate vampires to an extent I didn't think possible)... but mostly creepy.

Eli, the vampire girl, played by Lina Leandersson, has that other-worldly affect and world-weariness that seems far beyond her years. Truthfully, so does Oskar (Kåre Hedebrant), due to his preternatural, almost albino, blondeness.

Oskar doesn't seem to know what he's getting in to by befriending, and more, a vampire. Or care, which sends a chill down my spine. Hey, she convinces him to fight back against the bully who torments him at school. It all seems to end up all right - or does it? The fate of Eli's dad at the end of the second act hints at a darker ending in store for Oskar.

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Thursday, January 01, 2009

Movies of 2008

The following are all the movies I saw in the theater in 2008. It includes some second-run flicks because, for a while, I was attending the Independent Film Revival group's Monday movies.

I didn't think to keep track of any movies I saw on DVD or online or at friend's houses. Maybe I'll do that next year.

Each movie is linked to it's IMDB listing, and after each movie is a link to my post about it, if available; the link indicates how many stars I give it, on the standard 5 star scale.

This is 50 movies, and two of them I saw more than once ("Iron Man" three times and "Quantum of Solace" twice). That makes 53 trips to the theater, or just over one per week. Man, I really love movies.



Now I'm going to hit "publish post" before I re-think my star ratings. Feel free to disagree with me. By the time anyone comments, I'll probably have changed my mind several times.

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Tuesday, December 30, 2008

"The Spirit"

So I did it. I gave in and saw Frank Miller's "The Spirit".

The dialogue was atrocious, awkward and did little to set up, or even explain, let alone advance, the plot.

The visual style was overdone.

Samuel L. Jackson's Octopus was horrible.

Gabriel Macht's The Spirit/Denny Colt was boring.

Not nearly enough of Scarlett Johanssen's cleavage. She does give very arch line readings, though.

The other women were OK, here and there, hit and miss. But the unexplained lust the women had for The Spirit just came off as bad as porn movie writing.

However! Eva Mendes' ass was, all by herself, worth the price of admission and justified the entire movie. Seriously. Magnificent. Whether it was clothed or (for a few glorious seconds) naked, seriously, that woman's hindquarters are worthy of being considered high art. Words fail. No, really. Just... whoa.

I'm responding on a primitive, pre-language level here (which doesn't work so well with blogging, but, evs). Eva...

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Monday, December 29, 2008

Is this wrong?

The reviews of Frank Miller's "The Spirt" keep coming in.

And they keep on piling on the negatives. In just one weekend, it's achieved a 16% at Rotten Tomatoes (as of this posting - the score may go down even lower once people get back to work today and surf).

But when I read things like this sentence (from The Onion's A.V. Club review):
"As a babe-delivery system, The Spirit is a rousing success."
...I realize that that, alone, could be enough to put my butt in a seat, even when the very next sentence is:
"In every other sense, it’s a pronounced failure."
Maybe this helps to explain why I've seen so many damned movies.

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Movie fanatic

Hat tip to Dale at Faith in Honest Doubt for finding the No Life Movie Quiz. I notice, however, that Dale only posted his score (87) and not the actual list of movies he's seen. He "beat" the number that apparently defines someone as having no life by two (said number having been set by the original author of the list). Dale does regret having seen some of those, it must be said.

And as sympathetic as I am to Dale's pangs of remorse, since I have seen 99 of the movies on that list, and since I'm a self-described movie fanatic, I take my score more as a badge of honor. I'm of the school that can find value in nearly any movie. Sure, some of the flicks on the following list could have been better (in some cases, much, much better), someone, somewhere, was proud of it and in nearly all cases, many people worked hard to produce and distribute it.

Of course, not all of the movies on my "seen" list were ones I actually paid money to see. That, however, does not color my opinion after I've seen it; it only indicates my feelings of its worth prior to viewing.

As a side note, I could find no rhyme or reason to the grouping of movies on the list. What do "Blazing Saddles", "The Never-ending Story", and "Universal Soldier" have in common, for instance? And each section is variable in length - what's that all about? I've left the original formatting (though I did clean up an error that seems to have caused all the x's in the list to be replaced with a space).

As a further side note, this list must be a few years old. Several third sequels, like Spider-Man 3, were missing. My score would likely be higher if they were included. I'm a sucker for some, not all, franchises.

And my final side note: In the cases where I've seen several versions, I'm only counting them once. If you want to do the math on that, feel free, but I'm already way over the arbitrary line. It won't matter to me how much further into the pucker-brush I go sailing...

My list follows:
(x) Rocky Horror Picture Show
(x) Grease
(x) Pirates of the Caribbean
(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest
( ) Boondock Saints
(x) Fight Club
(x) Starsky and Hutch
(x) Neverending Story
(x) Blazing Saddles
( ) Universal Soldier
( ) Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events
( ) Along Came Polly
( ) Joe Dirt
(x) KING KONG all three versions
Total so far: 9

( ) A Cinderella Story
( ) The Terminal
( ) The Lizzie McGuire Movie
( ) Passport to Paris
( ) Dumb & Dumber
( ) Dumber & Dumberer
( ) Final Destination
( ) Final Destination 2
( ) Final Destination 3
(x) Halloween
( ) The Ring
( ) The Ring 2
( ) Surviving Christmas
(x) Flubber Orignial version only
Total so far: 11

( ) Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle
( ) Practical Magic
( ) Chicago
( ) Ghost Ship
( ) From Hell
(x) Hellboy
( ) Secret Window
( ) I Am Sam
( ) The Whole Nine Yards
( ) The Whole Ten Yards
Total so far: 12

( ) The Day After Tomorrow
( ) Child's Play
( ) Seed of Chucky
( ) Bride of Chucky
( ) Ten Things I Hate About You
( ) Just Married
( ) Gothika
(x) Nightmare on Elm Street
(x) Sixteen Candles
( ) Remember the Titans
( ) Coach Carter
(x) The Grudge
( ) The Grudge 2
(x) The Mask
( ) Son Of The Mask
Total so far: 16

(x) Bad Boys
( ) Bad Boys 2
( ) Joy Ride
( ) Lucky Number Sleven
(x) Ocean's Eleven
(x) Ocean's Twelve
(x) Bourne Identity
(x) Bourne Supremacy
( ) Lone Star
(x) Bedazzled both versions
(x) Predator I
(x) Predator II
( ) The Fog
( ) Ice Age
( ) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown
( ) Curious George
Total so far: 24

(x) Independence Day
(x) Cujo
( ) A Bronx Tale
( ) Darkness Falls
(x) Christine
(x) ET
(x) Children of the Corn
( ) My Bosses Daughter
( ) Maid in Manhattan
(x) War of the Worlds (both versions)
(x) Rush Hour
( ) Rush Hour 2
Total so far: 31

( ) Best Bet
( ) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
( ) She's All That
( ) Calendar Girls
( ) Sideways
(x) Mars Attacks
( ) Event Horizon
(x) Ever After
(x) Wizard of Oz
(x) Forrest Gump
(x) Big Trouble in Little China
(x) The Terminator
(x) The Terminator 2
( ) The Terminator 3
Total so far: 38

(x) X-Men
(x) x2
(x) x-3
(x) Spider-Man
(x) Spider-Man 2
( ) Sky High
( ) Jeepers Creepers
( ) Jeepers Creepers 2
(x) Catch Me If You Can
( ) The Little Mermaid
( ) Freaky Friday
( ) Reign of Fire
( ) The Skulls
(x) Cruel Intentions
( ) Cruel Intentions 2
( ) The Hot Chick
(x) Shrek
(x) Shrek 2
Total so far: 47

( ) Swimfan
(x) Miracle on 34th street
( ) Old School
( ) The Notebook
( ) K-Pax
( ) Kippendorf's Tribe
( ) A Walk to Remember
( ) Ice Castles
( ) Boogeyman
(x) The 40-year-old-virgin
Total so far: 49

(x) Lord of the Rings Fellowship of the Ring
(x) Lord of the Rings The Two Towers
(x) Lord of the Rings Return Of the King
(x) Raiders of the Lost Ark
(x) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
(x) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
Total so far: 55

( ) Baseketball
( ) Hostel
( ) Waiting for Guffman
( ) House of 1000 Corpses
( ) Devils Rejects
(x) Elf
(x) Highlander
( ) Mothman Prophecies
(x) American History
( ) Three
Total so Far: 58

( ) The Jacket
( ) Kung Fu Hustle
( ) Shaolin Soccer
( ) Night Watch
( ) Monsters Inc.
( ) Titanic
(x) Monty Python and the Holy Grail
(x) Shaun Of the Dead
( ) Willard
Total so far: 60

( ) High Tension
( ) Club Dread
( ) Hulk
(x) Dawn Of the Dead
(x) Hook
( ) Chronicle Of Narnia The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe
(x) 28 days later
( ) Orgazmo
( ) Phantasm
(x) Waterworld
Total so far: 64

(x) Kill Bill vol 1
(x) Kill Bill vol 2
( ) Mortal Kombat
( ) Wolf Creek
( ) Kingdom of Heaven
( ) the Hills Have Eyes
( ) I Spit on Your Grave aka the Day of the Woman
( ) The Last House on the Left
(x) Re-Animator
(x) Army of Darkness
Total so far: 68

(x) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace
(x) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones
(x) Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith
(x) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope
(x) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back
(x) Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi
(x) Ewoks Caravan Of Courage
(x) Ewoks The Battle For Endor
Total so far: 76

(x) The Matrix
(x) The Matrix Reloaded
(x) The Matrix Revolutions
(x) Animatrix
(x) Evil Dead
(x) Evil Dead 2
(x) Team America: World Police
( ) Red Dragon
( ) Silence of the Lambs
( ) Hannibal
Total so far: 83

( ) Battle Royale
( ) Battle Royale 2
(x) Brazil
(x) Contact
( ) Cube
(x) Dr. Strangelove
( ) Enlightenment Guaranteed
( ) Four Rooms
(x) Memento
(x) Pi
(x) Requiem for a Dream
(x) Pulp Fiction
(x) Reservoir Dogs
( ) Run Lola Run
( ) Russian Ark
(x) Serenity
(x) Sin City
(x) Snatch
( ) Spider
(x) The Sixth Sense
( ) The Village
(x) Waking Life
( ) Zatoichi
( ) Ikiru
(x) The Seven Samurai
(x) Brick
(x) Akira
Grand Total: 99

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Friday, December 26, 2008

"Why would I want to talk to David Frost?"

After Hitler, arguably the most hated political figure from history is President Richard Milhous Nixon.

Certainly the most polarizing figure from history, at least.

Nixon's Presidential legacy is nothing but scandal, crime and fraud. Oh, sure, there are people who think Nixon's foreign policy was top-notch, but the people who argue that point are attempting to counter the whole scandal, crime and fraud bit. We know what's important.

In 1974, when Nixon resigned the office of the Presidency, I was 9 years old. I had no idea what these old men were doing on my TV as I ate a breakfast of sugared cereals, fortified with 7 essential vitamins and minerals and bathed in milk. Blah, blah, blah, talking heads, so boring. I wanted my Spider-Man and my Bugs Bunny!

Some people, many people, in fact, still think that politics is boring, nothing but a bunch of blathering old bores, taking up space on the people's high-def entertainment centers. People may not want Saturday morning cartoons anymore, but they certainly don't understand or, frankly, care, about what rich old people are talking about in studios in the District of Columbia or New York City. People would rather watch people eat live bugs in a competition for the prize, or find out what Lindsey Lohan wore to the Oscars, or whatever.

I think, in large part, that this sad state of affairs is a result of the decisions of the people who sit atop the entertainment corporations. There's been a reduction of the momentous decisions and actions that our leaders take, a reduction to the level of... gossip. Entertainment. And that reduces people like President George W. Bush from what he is (a radical who has challenged and distorted almost every aspect of the Constitution upon which our country has been founded, and has abused his office to sow death across the globe and reap huge profits to himself and his cohorts) to the same level as... a movie producer, a celebrity, a "mogul". Opinions differ, they say, and then they quote one from column A ("I don't like him!") and one from column B ("I love him!").

This is a simplification, of course, and just one man's opinion.

But having just watched "Frost/Nixon", I can tell you, that there was a time, way back in the ancient times known as 1976, when the world of the disgraced leader Nixon intersected with the world of the glitzy celebrity of David Frost.

And, apparently, the two worlds reversed their importance.

That's the take I get from watching this movie. David Frost was a flibbertigibbet, a nonsuch, a fluffy emcee, a light-weight. Frost was not a polarizing figure; if you cared about him at all, you either enjoyed his schtick, or you envied him his glamorous lifestyle.

Frank Langella's Nixon, trying to complete the cover-up of his crimes, tries to cloak himself in the cotton-candy of David Frost. And watching Michael Sheen's Frost slowly wake up to the fact that he's being played is compelling.

Most of the movie, once the characters and background are set, is nothing but watching two men talk to each other, while others root from the sidelines. And as boring as that may sound to you, I am here to tell you that it was riveting.

And maybe, seeing the two worlds intersect, will help you untangle them again. Because I think it's important.

It's difficult for me to set aside the implications, even today, of Nixon's actions. Luckily the movie provides me a surrogate in the ever-likeable Sam Rockwell's character, playing journalist James Reston, Jr. It's Reston's real-life work that created the background for this movie. And I recognized my anger at President Bush's actions today in Rockwell's rants about trying to get a confession from, and conviction of, Nixon in the film.

But setting aside the politics, the characters and their interactions, as played by Langella and Sheen, stands by itself and makes a extraordinary story.

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Sunday, December 21, 2008

Chin

Oh, yeah, before I completely forget, I got out of the house long enough yesterday to see "My Name Is Bruce", a movie about, and directed by, Bruce Campbell, the B-Movie actor famous for a handful of horror/comedy movies back in the 80s and 90s... and famous for almost nothing else since then.

It was amusing. But probably not worth even a matinee price. Even if it was filmed in Oregon.

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Sunday, December 14, 2008

"Milk"

In my quest to see all the Oscar-nominated Best Films of 2008 prior to the nominations being announced next year, using only my well-tuned sense of what constitutes an Oscar-nominee, I went to see "Milk" yesterday, Gus van Sant's biopic of San Francisco City Supervisor Harvey Milk, a gay activist who was (spoiler alert!) shot and killed by fellow City Supervisor Dan White.

Sean Penn did what he always does - completely disappear into the role and make him a real person, with all our flawed perceptions and amazing insights. More than that, though, Penn's performance shows a character that always pushed forward, and maintained a positive outlook, no matter what obstacles stood in his way.

The movie, seen through a wanna-be activist's eyes (mine), also shows how movements were built back in the day. Milk actually tried to get the political support of Dan White - of course, not knowing what White would do in the future, which we now know - by trying to find some common ground. Of course, White's idea of common ground appeared to be either too radical for Milk to support (something about psychiatric tests for children? I was never really sure), or that was another example of Milk's flaw, that he never took the time to look into the issue to find some way he could support White's side. Milk wanted his gay rights proposal to pass the city council with a unanimous vote as a symbolic measure, but when he failed to get White's support he pressed ahead anyway, then, flush from his victory, approached White again. This time, White had a politically unreasonable request - he wanted Milk to introduce a pay raise for City Supervisors, which Milk didn't even consider supporting.

Milk fought against a California state initiative, Proposition 6, which would have banned not only gays from teaching in public schools, but would have also gone further to ban anyone who supported gays. The state legislator who lead the drive for that measure is shown in the movie explaining that there were tests of some sort built into the bill. Milk has a meeting with the gay rights leaders in California at that time, and Milk denounces the pamphlets that they are distributing to fight against the measure: the text does not mention the word "gay", and does not put a human face on the problem, instead taking a "high road" and framing the whole debate in terms of human rights.

Milk urges his friends and followers to come out. His thought was that if more people were aware that someone they knew was gay, they would vote against the bill.

The movie suggests that the reason Prop. 6 lost was because of the courageous approach taken by Harvey Milk and the opposition. Because of the lead time for making movies, the writer and filmmakers had no idea, I'm sure, that the fight in the film would mirror the fight this year in regards to Prop. 8. Sadly, mirror is the right word - thousands of families were torn apart, a right enshrined in the California Constitution taken away because of those who mis-read and mis-understand the stories told by long-dead men, when Prop. 8 passed this year.

As I said, I watched the movie while wearing my activist hat. The struggle for gay rights, which is still in dispute thanks to the misreading of a Bronze Age text by its present-day followers, reminds me of the similarities to the atheist community. We atheists have only begun to collect in groups and to announce our presence to the world at large. On a national level, there is only one elected representative who calls himself a humanist, Rep. Pete Stark (D-CA13), and even Mr. Stark didn't announce he was a humanist until after he'd been elected. I have no particular insight into Mr. Stark's personal beliefs, and I mean no disrespect, but to my ears, "humanist" sounds like a cop-out for someone who can't go the whole distance and call themselves an atheist. And if that is the case, then the reason it's not a tenable label for an elected official is because of the vast influence that the followers of gods have in our supposedly modern society.

Earlier this year, the Secular Coalition tried to find as many atheist elected officials as they could. They released a survey. From the US President, to Congress, down to the state and local levels, there are over a million men and women elected to office.

The Secular Coalition found five; The afore-mentioned Rep. Stark; Nebraska State Senator Ernie Chambers (I am guessing, since Sen. Chambers was first elected in 1971 and is Nebraska's longest-serving legislator, that he did not come out as an atheist in his primary campaign); and three at the local level, one in Berkeley, California, one in Franklin, Maine, and one from Arlington, Massachusetts.

Harvey Milk's idea of making the fight personal by putting a face on what is otherwise an abstract idea is a good one. And the goal of getting more atheists elected into office is also a great route to take. The atheist community is only now beginning to organize and speak as one group. It's going to be a long fight, but studies show that, as education rises, so does non-belief. Education doesn't just mean advanced degrees; it can also mean just talking to your neighbor or friend.

Our elected officials are, by and large, experienced and well-educated, in most cases upper middle class or better. And yet there are only five out atheists among them? Far more, I think, are in the closet, put there by fear of oppression by the outspoken religious. And yet, we all share something. Atheists are, by and large, the ones who understand that separating church and state protects the church, too. Atheists are natural allies of people with minority religious traditions.

My youngest nephew is 17, and, like me and his father, an atheist. The night Barack Obama was elected by the people to be the President of the United States of America, its first black president, I asked my nephew if we would live to see an atheist president.

He thought a moment, then said, "I probably will," then smiled and continued, "but not you, Uncle Brian."

It'd be nice to prove him wrong - but I suspect he's right.

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Wednesday, November 19, 2008

I'm a helper

Is it bad that one of the reasons I suggested the theater I did to see "Quantum of Solace" in, was that their DLP projection screens would give me the best possible picture and sound for the Star Trek reboot trailer?

I mean, the theater was also convenient for Tracy and Kevin, too. And with the Bond flick playing on multiple screens, it gave us plenty of showtimes to choose from, making it a very flexible choice.

(The Trek trailer looks awesome, by the way, even with all the continuity errors. Spotting the continuity errors is almost a game in itself.)

"Quantum of Solace" continues the tradition of Bond action. Literally had us all on the edge of our seats several times. And there's an actual story in there, with lots of intrigue and double-crosses and triple-crosses. But it feels like the middle third of a trilogy. It really depended on the viewer having knowledge of the prior flick. Not a bad thing for me and Kevin, being Bond fans from way back, but Tracy said she enjoyed it for the action and didn't worry too much about the story.

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Saturday, November 15, 2008

"Synedoche, New York"

I've been waiting months to see "Synecdoche, New York". OK, two months since I saw the trailer. That's still multiple months.

I remember how I felt when I saw "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" (and maybe you do, too) - that love was painful and clumsy and impossible and hopeful.

"Synecdoche, New York" makes me feel almost the same way, only about life, and living.

All us poor dumb blind people... What the fuck are we trying to pull? Who are we trying to kid?

We wait for someone to notice us, and we flinch when we're forced to notice others. We hide from everyone else, or we glitz ourselves up because we're afraid to blend in.

I cried throughout the movie. I cried when just walking around on the sunny cold streets of my hometown afterward. Boys in their twenties jumping up to try to touch the ceiling in the glass tunnel over SW Fourth. Fashion mom and her flashy daughter, each clutching their logo-emblazoned shopping bags full of stuff. Chubby woman in dirty clothes, balled up on the sidewalk begging for coins. Old men in golf shirts and slacks harrumphing at the traffic.

All y'all... all y'all are the same person, if Kaufman's movie is to be believed. And Kaufman writes, and Philip Seymour Hoffman tells it without varnish, and it feels honest like a knife in your chest.

You can look elsewhere for a synopsis of the movie. I need to see it many more times.

If art is whatever makes you feel something, then this movie is art to me.

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Thursday, November 13, 2008

"Role Models"

I saw "Role Models" two days ago, on my day off, and although I remember it as a generally funny movie, with several laugh-out-loud moments, and a generally sweet-but-ironic view of life... I can't really remember enough details to write a blog post about it.

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Sunday, November 02, 2008

"Zack and Miri Make A Porno"

Kevin Smith, the writer and director, has a genius that is hard to deny. He writes honestly about how he feels, in a plain, straight-forward style. Of course, what he feels is a) a sweet adoring love for the beer-drinking, just one of the guys type women, and b) an adolescent glee at foul language and filthy jokes.

Just like many, many other people (both men and women) of his generation.

"Zack and Miri Make A Porno" made me laugh, and it made me wish I was Seth Rogen, and made me wish I knew a woman like Elizabeth Banks. Every character in the movie had at least one moment where I busted out a laugh. And even though I detected a strong hint of a double-standard (one of the plot points involves comparing the number of other people Zack and Miri get to have sex with in the course of making their porno), I think that that's simply more Kevin Smith honesty. And, like a comedy is supposed to, it all turns out well.

The plot itself is thin and essentially summed up in the title - but the comedy all comes from the characters themselves.

Two points of interest when I saw this movie: a pair of women, one of whom was dressed head-to-toe in what appeared to be a modern version of a burkha, walked out of the movie after less than an hour. I wonder what, exactly, they expected based on the title of the movie, and why that surprised them? I'm probably assuming that they were Muslim, and I'll admit to not being very tuned in to religious concerns, but I don't recall any specifically anti-Islamic jokes in the movie. My thought is that they were turned off by the overall language and tone, though I could be wrong.

At least they didn't stay long enough to see the shit that happened to Jeff Anderson's character (who is more famous as Randal from "Clerks").

Second, after the credits rolled (I always stay to the end of the credits), a couple were looking for something that had fallen out of one of their pockets, and the guy said to the girl, "Tell me something. If I just finished watching a fucking Kevin Smith movie, why is it that most of the trailers were for chick flicks? I don't get it." The girl laughed and said she had no clue.

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Sunday, September 28, 2008

"I want to do good things, instead of not doing bad things all the time."

"Choke" is based on the book of the same name by local author Chuck Palahniuk.

I did not see Chuck at the theater.

The movie is a comedy, though a dark one. But the fact that the main character's mom is dying... and crazy... made it harder for me to see it that way.

By the time Radiohead's "Reckoner" came up over the end credits, I felt the sting of tears. It's both difficult and exhilirating to see one's own dysfunctions displayed, distorted though they are, on screen.

You mean other people feel like this, too?

Damn. I thought I was special.

I mean... yay. Yay?

I'm so confused.

I'll have to see the movie again.

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Thursday, September 18, 2008

"I'll try to get a run in"

I often approach movies with a writer's mind. It's difficult to turn off the part of my brain that picks apart characters and plot and sub-plot and dramatic tensions and structure. I mean, after a lifetime of training my brain to put all that together in good ways, to use language to communicate those things, well, the habit is ingrained. Instinct, almost.

"Burn After Reading" began as, I believe, and carries its strength from the fact of being, a writer's movie. Yes, the actors in their roles are excellent, giving their characters humanity in a recognizable but quirky way. Yes, the visual design and look of the movie, and the pacing and camerawork support and enhance the story.

But without the story itself, none of that would matter.

Off-hand comments from early in the film - like George Clooney's daffy retired Treasury agent's remark of "Twenty years and I've never discharged a weapon!" or Brad Pitt's slyly given "Appearances can be... deceptive." - pay off later after the base had been set and the action begins to escalate.

The Coen brothers' movies often reward repeat viewings, and "Burn After Reading" is no exception, I think. It's in the attention to details that they shine.

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Tuesday, September 16, 2008

"Boogie Nights"

Movies about porn rock!

Just sayin'.

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Tuesday, September 09, 2008

"Ed Wood"

Johnny Depp's take on Edward D. Wood, Jr. in Tim Burton's "Ed Wood" is almost unfailingly positive, driven, and, well, delusional. He compares himself to Orson Welles in terms of... well... they both make movies. What Ed Wood lacks is any discernible talent.

Ed Wood (per the movie) accepts the first take on any scene, and rationalizes away any errors, flubs, or disasters. When Tor Johnson (played by George "The Animal" Steele) nearly takes out a set while trying to simply get through a door, Wood replies, "No, it's fine. It's real. You know, in actuality, Lobo would have to struggle with this problem every day."

Even Wood's supposed dark secret, his cross-dressing, appears to be more of a quirk. At least three times in the movie, Wood claims, sincerely, that he's never told anyone about this but now he feels he must.

And when, finally, Kathy O'Hara (Patricia Arquette) simply replies, "OK"... Ed Wood has found the acceptance he's looking for.

My take on the movie is that there really appears to be no subtext. As a biography, there's no subtlety or hidden messages. It's all right there on the surface; enjoyable, predictable, simple.

And once again, at the IFR Monday movie night, I failed to win any of the cool raffle prizes. Maybe next week!

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Wednesday, August 20, 2008

"Don't juuuuuuudge meeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Ben Stiller's comedy career has been on the downslope lately. Without doing the google, I can't really remember any great Ben Stiller comedies since "There's Something About Mary" and "Zoolander". OK, maybe "Meet The Parents". But those were his high point, I think.

In fact, the more I think about it, great Ben Stiller comedies rely on Ben Stiller sharing screen time with another comedic actor. "Zoolander" had Owen Wilson. "There's Something About Mary" had, incredibly, Matt Damon - and who knew he'd be great in a comedy? "Meet The Parents" introduced the idea of Robert De Niro being genuinely funny.

And "Tropic Thunder" benefits greatly from Robert Downey, Jr.

Yes, I love Jack Black. The man owns a lightning suit, for fuck's sake. And Jack Black has many funny moments in "Tropic Thunder" (including, but definitely not limited to, the line quoted in the title of this post). But Robert Downey, Jr. and Ben Stiller are clearly sharing the starring roles in this movie. And that was a wise decision on Ben Stiller's part, I think.

In fact, this is nearly an ensemble movie. Tom Cruise is so freakin' awkward and try-hard that I can't help but laugh at him. Jay Baruchel, of all people, is the straight man, the guy who grounds the rest of the comedy. Nick Nolte's mumbling burnout nonsense-philosophy-spouting veteran is note-perfect.

Holy fuck I loved this movie. I was barking laughter, looking around at the rest of the audience, seeing that they, too, were laughing just like me, and then giving in to the laughs.

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Monday, August 18, 2008

"Vicki Christina Barcelona"

I'll admit that the main reason I saw "Vicki Christina Barcelona" was to see Scarlett Johansson and Penélope Cruz kiss.

I knew, going in, however, that it would likely be very brief and not the main focus of the movie.

I was correct. Duh. But the rest of the movie was entertaining and made me laugh, as Javier Bardem's shallow but charming artist seduced two young American tourists, only to be completely upended (and upstaged) by Ms. Cruz.

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Monday, August 11, 2008

"American Movie"

Tonight I saw a documentary about a scrub from Wisconsin whose dream had been, since he was 14, to make movies. And how he'd worked all his life to film one, 35-minute horror film, in spite of being up to his eyeballs in debt, and father to three kids with a woman who didn't want him, and borrowing money from his elderly, frail uncle, and using his jailbird and stoned friends.

And how, after years of effort, he finally did it.

And all through the movie, I kept thinking, "the director of this documentary is more successful than the subject of the documentary." How twisted is that?

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Friday, August 08, 2008

"Pineapple Express"

Even though I've never smoked pot (OK, once, just to confirm that I don't like it), I giggled so hard during the first half of "Pineapple Express" that I'm sure others in the audience thought I was stoned.

Stoner humor is some funny funny shit.

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Tuesday, July 29, 2008

I'm talkin' about throwing a brick through the other guy's window

Take away the quirkiness, take away the omnipresence of the director's favorite font, take away the almost painfully composed cinematography and the normal-speed-to-slow-speed-with-decades-old-musical-soundtrack scenes, even take away the constant use of specific actors, and I think you're still left with a great story in "The Royal Tennenbaums".

But I like it with all those things, too.

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Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Familiar

Last night I saw something in the Independent Film Revival's showing of "The Squid and The Whale" that shocked me and turned the movie from being a dark comedy about an upper-middle-class family falling apart into a study of where I, personally, may have gone completely off the rails.

I'm still processing it.

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Saturday, July 19, 2008

Hellboy II

In spite of being about a demon who is fated to destroy the Earth, "Hellboy II: The Golden Army" is surprisingly... cute.

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Monday, July 14, 2008

Two-thumbed fist

Saw "Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson" last night, a documentary about one of my intellectual heroes.

It made me sad that he's gone, and mad that he's not here to excoriate the Bush Administration and other politicians, and it made me want to get really drunk and write a lot.

So I'd say it succeeded.

Strange that two of my heroes, Thompson and Philip Kindred Dick, shared so many traits. Both incredible and prolific writers, both addicted to drugs, both haunted and fearful of politicians and particularly President Nixon. Both reclusive but social, opening their homes to strangers and newfound friends (and young nubile women), to the detriment of their marriages.

And both of them with personality issues.

Hmm. Food for thought.

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Saturday, July 05, 2008

I almost forgot

Since I plan on logging every movie I watch in a theater this year, I almost forgot to post that I saw "Secretary" last Monday, as part of the ongoing Independent Film Revival series.

I felt almost skeevy being there alone. Alone in the crowd, I mean. Lots of couples, both boy-girl and girl-girl. I couldn't tell if the girl-girl couples were friends or lovers. I tried not to stare. Man, I'm self-conscious just thinking about it almost a week later.

And after the movie, I felt as if the movie confused and angered me. Yeah. I got issues.

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War and peace

In the past couple of days, I've seen two movies.

Thursday night I saw "War, Inc." It's a satire, a thinly-disguised story of a man, played by John Cusack, who is hired by the former vice-president, now C.E.O. of Tamerlane Industries, to conduct a trade show in Turaqistan. Oh, and to help conduct the world's first-ever war run entirely by private industry. And by "conduct", I mean political assassination. And also a political marriage between a Turaqistanian pop star (played by Hillary Duff) and the son of the Emirate.

I tried to get into the movie, I really did. But it all hits a little close to home for me. I found myself thinking, "this isn't really that far from real life" and it kept drawing me out of the story. Dan Ackroyd's Dick Cheney impersonation didn't help. Ben Kingsley's faux Southern accent didn't help. Seeing Joan Cusack ham it up didn't help. Marissa Tomei as an investigative journalist didn't help. Even Montel Williams as the soothing voice of GuideStar (an OnStar clone) didn't help.

Today, I saw "Hancock". Reviews were mixed - on the one hand, Dustin at Pajiba said the second half of the movie ruined the easy-going first half. But Phil Plait, the Bad Astronomer, said it was good (with minor science nitpicks, which can be expected of a superhero movie). I was unsure if it was worth seeing or not.

I liked it. I liked it because of Will Smith, and because of Jason Bateman, and because of Charlize Theron. And it was funny, and Hancock's character grew over the course of the movie. I was surprised that it was only 92 minutes - I suspect some backstory was cut. Maybe the backstory didn't work; internet gossip has it that there were some last-minute re-shoots just two weeks prior to opening weekend, never a good sign.

But I liked it. It's no "Iron Man" but it was funny.

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Sunday, June 29, 2008

Wanted

"Wanted" is badass but shallow. It's more cynical (cynical means assuming people and their motives are base, rather than noble) than "Fight Club". It's not as funny or as ultimately inspiring as "Office Space". And it's more misogynistic and unreal (bending bullets?) than "The Matrix".

I enjoyed the spectacle but I didn't like where it was going.

Thanks to Pajiba's review for the comparison of "Wanted" to those three movies. Hard to believe they all came out in 1999, isn't it?

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Sunday, June 22, 2008

"Get Smart"

"Get Smart" is mostly cute. My only major reservation (and I admit it's kind of a big one) is a completely generic spy plot that could have been written at any time in the last 40 years. Seriously. Russian nukes? Talk about a throwback to the Cold War. Were the writers of the movie asleep for the past several decades?

Luckily I have a huge soft spot for Steve Carell and Dwayne Johnson and Alan Arkin and Masi Oka. And Anne Hathaway is leggy and kinda bitchy, which as anyone who knows me knows is a turn-on.

And the opening scene, when Carell as Maxwell Smart walks through a museum showcasing relics of the TV version of "Get Smart", including the beloved red Sunbeam Tiger... ah, that tweaks the nostalgia bones.

It's a little strange to see someone talking into a shoe phone to someone else on a cell phone. We've come a long way, baby. Cone of silence still doesn't work, though.

And it really shouldn't.

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Thursday, June 19, 2008

"The Fall"

Since I was downtown yesterday, after I left work around 4:30 I decided to go see a movie. I've had a free pass via my massive patronage of Regal Cinemas and their points system, and I've wanted to see "The Fall" since I saw the trailer.

The story was beautiful and sad. At the turn of the century, Roy, a stunt man for early silent movies, finds himself in a hospital after an injury - or was it a suicide attempt? His girlfriend had left him for the leading man. While recuperating, he befriends a little immigrant girl who seems more than eager to tell stories and steal. Roy tells her an epic story of The Masked Bandit and his co-horts, The Indian, Luigi the Explosives Expert, The Slave, The Mystic, and Charles Darwin and his monkey, Wallace, on a quest to destroy the evil Governor Odious.

The movie makes great use of cinematography and colors. It looks amazing. And it's all filmed in a shifting, dream-like way, where a camera pan reveals an entirely different scene as it shifts, and the story-world of the Masked Bandit meshes with the equally dream-like real life in the hospital. There's an element of "The Wizard of Oz" to it, as people from the hospital end up in the story world.

I love this movie. It's a keeper.

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Saturday, June 07, 2008

No charge

"Kung Fu Panda" is a cute movie. The CGI perfectly captured the expressiveness and body language of star Jack Black, the story is a great synopsis and homage to the basic tropes of chop-socky movies in general, and it helped seeing it with Kevin and his two young sons, in an old-time-y theater in my neighborhood, rather than a concrete movie warehouse out in the 'burbs.

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Monday, June 02, 2008

Loss of love

On the surface, "Annie Hall" (which I saw tonight as part of the Independent Film Revival group's series on Directing Dysfunction) and another movie I saw this weekend, "Forgetting Sarah Marshall", are about the same basic thing: love and breaking up.

They both feature men who are still at heart boys, and they are both comedies. Both films make use of improvisational dialogue, and both films were written by their male leads. And while I don't know this for certain about the more recent film, I think they both have been created with a great deal of autobiography.

But what a difference 30 years have made. In 1977, Woody Allen's take on male insecurity was a nervous energy. He was constantly touching and grabbing Diane Keaton. He paced, he stuttered, he mocked himself and others. Alvy Singer had an aggressive "come here/go away" dynamic with every woman in the movie; his male friendship, however, with Rob was more uni-directional - Rob was constantly trying to convince Alvy to do something against his nature; move to California and avoid death.

Jason Segel's Peter, on the other hand, plays a more mellow and unaware insecurity. In fact, to my eyes (and this may say more about me than Peter) doesn't seem insecure at all in the beginning of the movie. It's not until later, when he's in the depths of his depression and he encounters the sympathetic, welcoming, and yet tough force of Mila Kunis' Rachel that I began to see how uncertain he was. I will always hear Rachel's encouraging shout of "Whoo! Dracula musical! Yeah!" into an otherwise silent bar whenever I'm afraid of taking a step through the next metaphorical door I encounter. And look how it turned out for Peter.

As far as the comedy goes, the jokes in "Annie Hall" are vaudevillian and fall mostly flat to my ears now. "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" has some rather broad and rather coarse humor, too, but it's also capable of much more subtle laughs.

I don't want to turn this into a thesis, though. Just seeing these two movies back to back gave me an opportunity to compare. In the end, I related to the more recent movie far more.

I can't believe "Annie Hall" won an Oscar. Over "Star Wars"? C'mon.

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Sunday, June 01, 2008

I'm sad

I'm very sad that a movie like "The Visitor", which is a wonderful and melancholy movie about immigration and deportation, could even be made. It's one thing thinking about repressive countries in far-off lands like Syria, or Saudi Arabia, or North Korea, or many others I barely even know about... but to think that a story could be told about small simple people wanting to play their music and live their lives being flattened by a monolithic government just for the crime of jumping a turnstile in the subway... to think that such a story could be told and set in the United States of America staggers me.

I know the movie is fiction, and I know that the filmmakers had a viewpoint and an opinion to express. But I have to admit, uncomfortably, that the story is at least plausible. Probably similar stories play out daily.

The intersection of the hope expressed by an image of the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island, and the anger and fear expressed by images of the World Trade Center... at the center is a fear of brown-skinned people, people who "don't even have an American name".

I refuse to fear. In its place I feel sad, however.

Wake up, sleeping democracy. The world needs hope again.

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At least WE liked it

As Tracy and I left the theater after thoroughly enjoying "Forgetting Sarah Marshall", I looked around at the predominantly older, retirement age crowd that still remained and were leaving (we stayed to the very end of the credits) and asked her, "Did it seem like we were the only ones laughing?"

Part of my wonderment was that we had watched the movie in Tigard, which for those of you reading me from far away, is a predmoninantly-white suburb of Portland. Ninety percent of the movies I see, I see in theaters downtown, with a younger (though, this being Portland, still predominantly, but not entirely, white) audience and I expect a more rambunctious response to a movie, especially a comedy like "Forgetting Sarah Marshall".

If I had to choose between Kristen Bell and Mila Kunis, I think my brain asplode.

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Monday, May 26, 2008

"She's my Rushmore, Max."

Another Monday night, another revival from the Independent Film Revival folk. Tonight was the first entry in the "Directing Dysfunction" series - "Rushmore" (1998).

I've only seen this one once before, several years ago, on cable, and I wasn't paying much attention at the time. To see it tonight with a motivated and appreciative crowd is a treat. Wes Anderson may be an acquired taste for some, but I will always enjoy the mannered and stylized dialogue, the exceptionally art-directed cinematography, and the soundtrack of 1970s folk songs. Bravo, Wes Anderson. Bravo.

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Thursday, May 22, 2008

Little-known Fact

Indiana Jones was the reason I started wearing hats. My first girlfriend, Amy, gave me an Indy hat as a Christmas gift.

And, yes, I very much enjoyed the latest installment. It's note-perfect.

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I didn't know that

I really need to do a full-on write up of it, but before I dash downtown for more exciting jury duty I wanted to note that Kevin and I saw "OSS 117: Cairo, Nest of Spies" last night.

The lead, Jean Dujardin's facial expressions and body language were note-perfect in capturing the camp of a 1960s spy movie. Kevin and I could not stop mimicking his serious look and winning smile for hours after the movie. I may end up making those same expressions today, which will surely confuse my fellow jurors.

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Monday, May 19, 2008

Good trip

As mentioned previously, tonight I attended a screening of Terry Gilliam's film version of Hunter S. Thompson's book "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas".

Whole lotta hipsters there. I guess me, wearing my fedora and Chucks, fit right in.

The movie is just as drunken and elliptical as I remember it. It's as close as I ever hope to get to being actually stoned.

I'll stick to drunk, thanks very much. That's as out-of-control as I ever need to be.

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Sunday, May 11, 2008

Go!

"Speed Racer" feels like an entire TV season packed into a 2 hour and 15 minute movie.

And not necessarily in a good way.

Visually amazing, though. Can't really follow what's happening a lot of the time, but still looks amazing.

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Friday, May 02, 2008

Shellhead

Make sure you stay all the way to the end of "Iron Man".

And knowing about the Marvel universe helps make the movie more enjoyable.

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Wednesday, April 23, 2008

George Clooney carries a ball and the movie

Got out of work at 4:30 tonight. By 4:38 I was standing in the lobby of the Pioneer Place Theaters, ticket in hand to see Leatherheads.

Cute movie, but the timing seemed a bit off to be the screwball comedy it clearly wanted to be. Also caught John Krasinski looking directly into the camera on at least one occasion, which works for "The Office" but not so much for a major motion picture. Hope that guy finds another role that suits him. I like him but he needs to bust out.

Also, I think I have a little crush on Renée Zellweger. I don't get it, either. But she's cute.

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Sunday, April 20, 2008

"Expelled" is a deeply dishonest movie

"Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed" is a deeply dishonest documentary.

I'm mad enough about it to give the movie and its claims a full-on, point-by-point rebuttal, but here's two small tastes.

Did you know that Darwin was responsible for The Holocaust? That's practically the film's central thesis. They start laying the groundwork for that little bit of propaganda right from the top, as the credits roll over stock footage of the building of the Berlin Wall. Communists, Nazis... and Charles Darwin. The 15 minutes (I'm guessing) of Ben Stein being given a tour through a Nazi sanitarium and concentration camp are surreal - is this really appropriate for a movie purportedly about science? The film descends into self-parody long before Ben Stein tries to pin the evils of the world on noted hate-monger John Lennon.

No. I am not kidding. That's the level of evidence that Mr. Stein and the producers are aiming for. Judge them by their conclusions.

Another argument the film tries to make is that scientists who attempt to research "Intelligent Design" are somehow shunned and blacklisted from the scientific community, denied any grant money and silenced for daring to challenge the orthodoxy of Darwinism (the over-use of that word makes Darwinism seem like some dangerous cult, doesn't it?). But in order to evaluate that claim, the film's producers leave out a huge piece of evidence for evaluating said claim, and leave out some background material to boot.

Like... the evidence. There's virtually no discussion of what research Dr. Gonzalez (who is a senior fellow at the Discovery Institute, noted creator and proponent of the wedge strategy to get religion back into public schools), Dr. Meyer (Director of the Center for Science and Culture, a branch of... hmm... the Discovery Institute), or Dr. Crocker (Executive Director of the Intelligent Design and Evolution Awareness Center, whose board consists almost entirely of Senior Fellows of... hmmm... the Discovery Institute, again), were all pursuing. The most information we get is that their research included the phrase "intelligent design" and that they had their contracts not renewed, their tenure denied, and their research money taken away.

Gee, those poor scientists, just scraping by on the meager earnings they get from the Discovery Institute and the IDEA Center, which has funding from Christian conservatives in the millions. Yeah, that's sad. And obviously they've been simply crushed by the scientific community. Oh, wait, no - they're all collecting incomes and getting grant money from those pseudo-scientific and secretly-religious "think" tanks.

But, besides the money issue - where's the research and evidence that is supposedly being denied? If their research is, in fact, credible and not just strings of half-truths and bad logic, why didn't the producers spend some of their time on, y'know, showing the evidence? Oh, wait, they were too busy dwelling on the horrors of Dachau. I forgot.

Even on the "Expelled" website (which I am not linking to - Google it yourself) there's absolutely no mention of their research. Maybe because said "research" couldn't even stand up to a layperson's review.

So much more to say... but suffice to say that "Expelled" is simply dishonest. Much like the Creationism movement itself.

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Halfway

Saw "WITW is Osama bin Laden?" and now I'm waiting for "Expelled" to start. Plan is working.

A lot more people in here. So sad. But still only about 17, not including me, so it ain't no summer blockbuster.

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Friday, February 22, 2008

"There Will Be Blood"

Wednesday night Kevin and I saw "There Will Be Blood" at my neighborhood cinema. This completes my quest to see all of the Best Picture nominees for the 2007 Academy Awards.

I was captivated by "TWBB" and not just by Daniel Day Lewis' performance. I very much appreciated the storyline and how it personalized the turn-of-the-previous-century's history of how oil collection and production became a monopoly. But Daniel Day Lewis was great, as well, creating an intense characterization from the ground up.

Yeah. I liked this one.

Now that I've seen the quinella, I'm going to go out on a limb and predict that "There Will Be Blood" will take the Best Picture Oscar. I'm not 100% sure of it; "Atonement" seems more like the kind of movie that the Academy chooses, but in my entirely un-expert opinion, I think they'll lean towards "TWBB".

However, of the five movies, I personally prefer "Michael Clayton". It's a more complex story, with interesting characterizations and plot twists that kept me engaged throughout. It's a writer's movie. It's, frankly, a movie from the ground up; it's in the minority of the top five - only it and "Juno" were written specifically for the screen. The others were all adapted from a novel. So in my eyes, "Michael Clayton" gets the personal nod.

Note I'm not hedging my bets by picking two movies. I really think that the Academy is going to select "There Will Be Blood".

We'll see how right I am on Sunday.

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Saturday, February 16, 2008

"Jumper"

Saw "Jumper" today. I was in the mood for a goofy action flick, and this one fit the bill.

Hayden Christensen totally reminded me of my youngest nephew. Especially when he does that furrowed-brow angry glare of his. But not when he's teleporting from place to place. I don't think my nephew can do that; he just drives now that he's got his license.

I don't get why movies aimed at "young adults" have to have such dickhead parents. Oh, wait... yeah, I remember being a teenager. Of course it makes sense. Nevermind.

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Sunday, February 03, 2008

Paradox

Wow. That was the busiest boring weekend I've had in a long time.

Also, "Atonement", which I saw tonight, was sad in an anticipated way, and an unanticipated way. I anticipated that Keira Knightley would not be naked at all, and I was right. See? Sad.

The unanticipated way relates to the ending and I won't be giving that away.

I've now seen four of the five Best Picture nominees. The last one, "There Will Be Blood", I will attempt to see early next week, just to complete the set.

Waiting at the bar next door to the theater prior to showtime, Ayesha, the waitress, asked me what I was doing. I told her about my quest to see all the Oscar nominated films, and listed the ones I'd seen and the one I was about to see. She seemed unusually eager when I listed them off, and then interrupted me to tell me she'd seen "There Will Be Blood".

"Daniel Day Lewis is... is..." she searched for a word.

"Wow," I said, "your eyes just lit up."

An older guy, a regular, laughed. "Chicks' faces always light up when they talk about Daniel Day Lewis!"

Ayesha smiled, happy but not embarrassed by her enchantment with the actor. "No, you guys, seriously. He's mesmerizing in that movie. I couldn't look away! It's, like, a three hour movie and I didn't look away once!" She turned to make change out of the register, continuing to talk over her shoulder. "He's not a good man in that movie, but, damn, I couldn't look away."

I can't wait to see it. It's highly recommended.

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Wednesday, January 30, 2008

"No Country for Old Men"

Kevin called me as my work day unwound. We talked about all sorts of stuff and decided we'd have to get together next week to hang out and do fun, unplanned things. He talked about "Lost", which he and his wife are now watching, starting from the first season, and working their way up. I mostly listened, and I tried very hard not to give anything away.

We also talked about movies. I mentioned seeing "Michael Clayton" and he talked about seeing "No Country for Old Men". He kept talking about the ending, without giving anything away, but said that it ended rather abruptly.

After I left work, I had to go downtown to pick up some stuff before going home. And I decided on a whim, to go see a movie. And of course, I saw "No Country for Old Men".

I liked it. The dialogue is poetic and stylized but entertaining. The character of Anton Chigurh is... well, he's evil. Unstoppable, relentless. I have a theory about the ending. I can't wait to share it with Kevin.

But I have to say that of the three Best Pictures that I've seen, I liked "Michael Clayton" best.

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Sunday, January 27, 2008

"Persepolis" "Michael Clayton"

I want to write a longer post about each of them, but just so I can make a note, I saw two movies the past two days.

Last night I saw "Persepolis", the movie belonging to the trailer I posted earlier in the week. I recommend it highly. Made me think very much about politics and how it impacts everyday lives.

Tonight I saw "Michael Clayton", the Oscar-nominated film with George Clooney's Oscar-nominated acting, and possibly many other Oscar-nomination-festooned besides. Saw it with Tracy and Gina. Very much worth it. Intricately plotted, sensitively acted.

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Saturday, January 19, 2008

Cloverfield

Saw the monster movie home video "Cloverfield" last night. I followed most everyone's advice and didn't read any reviews before I saw it.

And so should you.

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Saturday, January 12, 2008

Demon Barber

Saw "Sweeney Todd" today with Athena, who awesomely showed up even though she's still obviously under the weather. Take care of yourself! Rest up 'n' stuff.

I loved the movie, but I'm an uncritical fanboy when it comes to Johnny Depp and Tim Burton. I've said I would watch Depp read a software EULA for two hours. "Sweeney Todd" was far more entertaining than that. It's a closely constructed tale swiftly told, and Burton's direction and visual style is a perfect fit. The story has what Kevin calls a "button" ending. I'm not giving anything away, am I?

Yes, there's blood. Bright red cartoon blood. Be warned.

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Monday, January 07, 2008

Movies

I see a lot of movies. I can't, now, go back and list what movies I saw in 2007 due to a hard drive failure (dammit - make sure your backups are working) but I'm going to attempt to post about every theatrical movie I see in 2008.

This past weekend I saw the Sing-Along "Grease" with Tracy and her friend Gina. It was fun and cheesy... and the costume contest beforehand had some very sexy "Slutty Sandys" which almost made the entire thing worth it. As a movie... "Grease" is not among my favorites. But as audience participation, it was a blast. I'm completely comfortable in my heterosexuality to admit that.

I also saw "Charlie Wilson's War" which was a delight. Entertaining political comedy. Rep. Wilson sounds like the kind of politician I'd like to be: liberal, single, boozehound, womanizer. His press agent's response to a reporter asking if he'd ever been to rehab was, "Rep. Wilson will not go to rehab because they do not serve alcohol there." But, seriously, he was trying to do a good thing after touring the refugee camps in Pakistan. Tom Hanks and Philip Seymour Hoffman both are amazing to watch, though I give the edge to Hoffman.

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Saturday, June 26, 2004

Connecting the dots

"Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" is a meditation on the impossibility of erasing painful memories. The scene where Dr. Mierzwiak asks Joel to collect everything that reminds him of Clementine so that Lacuna can attach the appropriate memory to the object and then dispose of both the object and the memory is an obvious example. When someone was a huge part of one's life, memories are going to be attached to lots of things that aren't so easily disposable; a song, a scent, a place, a time or anniversary... Joel and Clem met at the beach, and there are memories of the beach that signify each other to each other. How would you eliminate those memories? You can't erase the beach. "Meet me in Montauk," a voice would whisper in Joel's mind, and if he didn't have the memory of meeting Clem there, the feeling and the image of the beach would become a disturbing alien thought in his brain. Could he interpret the feeling without the context of the memory? How would someone react to that?

The process of memory elimination is a type of time travel, isn't it? If you simply eliminated all the memories of some pivotal event in your past, you're re-creating the past, and re-creating yourself. And when you start tampering with yourself, there's no telling how you'll end up.

Obviously Dr. Mierzwiak rushed his concept into production, since there were obvious flaws in the process of memory elimination. And, of course, in the world we all inhabit, Lacuna Inc. is just a clever idea, as far removed from reality as a dream barely remembered on awakening.

OK, I can accept that. But living with painful memories is still, well, painful. As much as I would like to simply eliminate anything that reminded me of a past failed relationship, I recognize that that's a childish lashing-out. "Make it go away" is the response of a mind unused to pain, not to mention the basis for the desire to travel through time; it's not so far from "Make it go away" to "Make it didn't happen."

So the memories remain, and shape the man I am. Can't get rid of them, they're part of me and simply steps from where I've been to what I'm going to be. Great. Nice.

Still got to deal with it, though. And one way to deal with it is to write about it. Sure, create a narrative that includes the memories, but through the process of selecting words and putting them down on paper, I can modify the memories that triggered the words. Memories are images and feelings, states of consciousness created by my body and neural pathways and chemistry in my head (I'm a materialist; all I am is my physicality, perhaps an essay for another time) -- words, however, are a step more concrete. Words are signifiers of another kind, a shared concept. And translating an interior state into an external sequence of words, choosing nouns and verbs... a form of control. I can limit what I think about. I have to limit what I think about if I'm going to write it down; there's too much information in a memory, context, past, present, feelings, images, sounds, scents, relationships, history... Not all of that can go into a journal entry. The stuff that gets included is strengthened. The things that aren't mentioned are weakened. And by choosing how to describe the stuff that is there, the entire construct is modified. Attenuated. Made... safe. Safe to think about. And maybe, because of the feeling that it's now "documented", made safe to not think about.

Not enough, though. Sometimes other external elements conspire to re-trigger the painful memories. And now we get to the point of my essay. Remember my idea that there are things too large to eliminated? How would you eliminate a beach?

Like... Seaside, Oregon. A little large to be tossed in a box and tossed out with the trash.

You could try to replace or overwrite the painful memories with something recent, a positive memory.

Problem is, just as I don't think it's possible to entirely eliminate a memory, I don't think you can weaken the hold an old feeling has on you by overlaying it with a strong, new memory.

My friend Jake's birthday was Friday. Last week his mom called me and said that she wanted to do something special to celebrate his birthday. To rent a condo at the beach and have all his friends and family there. A great idea. It took a couple of days to work out the exact details. In the end, she found a room at a resort on the beach in Seaside. When she finally contacted me to tell me where and when to meet, I knew immediately the place she'd chosen. It's the huge new resort, right on the beach. Right where the Hood To Coast Relay Race finishes every year.

Site of one of the last good memories of a past relationship.

Knowing it would be selfish of me to taint Jake's birthday by wallowing in my own past, but still, like Proust, transported almost a year ago by the mere thought of revisiting a place that haunts me, I knew to keep those ghosts to myself. And for the most part, I believe I succeeded (until posting this essay, that is). I did let on to another close friend what I was experiencing, but his response was ironic and sharp and reminded me to continue to keep it under wraps. I'm not sure he intended it that way -- that's simply how I took it.

The dark side of this was being triggered by every little image and thought that started out, "The last time I was here..." The last time I drove down this highway I was following her as she ran in the Hood To Coast. The last time I walked on this street I was with her parents, waiting for her to finish. The last time I was in this arcade I was having the time of my life on the bumper cars with her daughters.

The last time I stood on this beach, she and I were in high spirits and working on a reconciliation. Of course, that attempt eventually failed, there's history that intervenes between the memory of dancing on the beach under the night sky in a huge party... and the eventual fights and falling out... to today, but at the time it seemed like we could work things out.

The last time I drove back on this highway, she rested next to me, and I was comfortable and felt competent and sure that this was a high-water point in our story. I wanted to remember it forever. This, before I discovered that remembering forever is not always a good thing.

Strange though. In order for me to remember it as a happy memory, I have to ignore the rest of the context, the surrounding story, the "what has happened since then". Perhaps when I selected words to describe those feelings and images and scents and touches and feelings as happy and contented and sweet, I left something important out? Did I eliminate the bitter, the sarcastic, the angry, the hurtful? Could that be possible?

Nahhhh... I hurry on past that worrisome thought.

So I found myself once again on that beach, but the context is new. The context includes memories of her, but now in addition to her ghost it includes Jake and his siblings and friends. It includes my closest friends, celebrating an interesting life.

In my memory, the beach is full of people, a huge stage with a cover band belting out oldies, bottles of Oregon beer. In the moment, however, the beach is bereft of people, dark and unlit, the only music the hiss and rumble of the Pacific, glasses of José Cuervo served out of a backpack, poured into highball glasses from the resort.

In my memory she and I chase the kids around the sand while her parents dance, and pretend everything is fine between us, make plans for the future that will never happen. In the moment, Jake and Caleb and I wander off to sit on the sand, buzzed from the tequila, to discuss psychology and philosophy and reassure each other that it's the rest of humanity that's broken, or more broken, or perhaps just broken differently than we each are. In memory she's beautiful and lively and perfect. In the moment my friends are flawed but dear to me.

In the moment there's the walk back to the resort, where we find a fourth for a game of 8-ball into the wee hours of the morning, where Caleb and I beat Jake and Bill 4 games to 3. In the moment I forget the memory for a few brief hours, although the proximity of the beach outside the resort coaxes the occasional image or word to surface. In the moment we eventually wander upstairs to find places to crash for a few hours. In the moment my dreams consist of fragments of Beck songs -- appropriately enough, on so many levels, songs from "Sea Change". My mental imagery can be both blatant and subtle at the same time. In the moment Caleb and I go for a 3 mile run on the beach, then drag the party out to the pool. In the moment Jake and Caleb and I drive back to Portland, Caleb dj-ing from my iPod. His first selection: "Mr. Blue Sky" by Electric Light Orchestra, a song with ties to "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" and her, weirdly enough now co-mingled with Caleb and I, since Caleb first heard the song on our road trip to Coachella to see (among others) Beck and Radiohead perform, two acts that meant a lot to me and to her, a road trip that concluded with long painful discussions of relationships and much soul-searching...

The reminders and connections are thick everywhere I look. I can't keep up with the twisting and turning of memories and images and songs. If someone, somehow, eliminated the song "Mr. Blue Sky" from my mind entirely, I think I could re-create the entire context through all of the connections it has to other aspects of my life.

It's like lace, or a sweater, or a net -- pull here and the whole thing would suffer from that lack. I wouldn't be me if part of me were gone. A too-obvious conclusion? Maybe so. But, as with life, it's not the conclusion that's important.

It's how I got here that's the part worth keeping.

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Monday, June 21, 2004

Dodgeball

Saw "Dodgeball" this weekend. Funny movie. Not as funny as "Zoolander" but it still made me chuckle.

Favorite line came from Lance Armstrong (!):
"Well, if nobody ever quit when the going got too tough, I guess people wouldn't have something to regret for the rest of their life."

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Friday, June 18, 2004

Run food movie

Went running in Tryon Creek State Park with some friends last night. Wanted to run, but didn't want to melt in the heat (it was over 90 degrees yesterday in Portland), and didn't want to push myself too hard with the Mt. Tabor Challenge on Saturday, so my friend suggested that it would be cool in several senses of the word.

He was right. It was beautiful up there, and running on the trails was a nice change from running on asphalt or concrete. A nice warm-up for the Mt. Tabor Challenge.

Afterward we went out for BBQ at Tennessee Red's in SE, then saw "Kill Bill Vol. 2" (me for the second time, my friends for the first time).

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Thursday, March 25, 2004

Second viewing of the spotless mind

Saw "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" again. Had to go back and see it to catch all the subtleties I missed the first time around. I'm not going to give anything away here, but this is a movie that invites multiple viewings; it's not just about figuring out the tricks, it's actually deep.

Wonderful, wonderful movie. And Beck's song only adds more layers to the meaning.

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Saturday, March 20, 2004

Brilliant

Saw "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" last night. I've been waiting for this movie to come out for months now. Charlie Kaufman is an amazing writer, having written "Being John Malkovich", "Adaptation" and "Confessions of a Dangerous Mind", all of which I thought were excellent. And, from the previews of "Eternal Sunshine", showing scenes of bizarre contrasts (and Kirsten Dunst dancing in her underwear), overlaid with the perfect choice of music, ELO's ridiculously over-the-top ode to optimism "Mr. Blue Sky", all hinting at the underlying premise, I realized that Mr. Kaufman is now doing in film what Phillip K. Dick was doing in novels 30, 40, even 50 years ago. It's about time movies caught up with the printed word.

The premise is simple to describe, but carries a lot of depth and room to explore: Joel and Clementine (played by Jim Carrey and Kate Winslet), having had a bad breakup, each decide to undergo a procedure where their painful memories of each other are erased. The movie is told from Joel's point of view, and as he slowly loses both the good and the bad memories of Clementine, he has second thoughts, and struggles, from within his own mind, to stop or reverse the process.

The incredible depth of feeling shown by Jim Carrey and Kate Winslet in their roles is contrasted with the goofiness of the technicians performing the erasure; those scenes, with Mark Ruffalo, Elijah Wood, Kirsten Dunst, and Tom Wilkinson as the creator of the process, Dr. Howard Mierzwiak (goddamn Kaufman comes up with great names!), distract needlessly from the story I most wanted to see, although Kaufman does tie it back together at the end.

But the few sour notes (like Kirsten Dunst's character and her subplot) do not take away from the painful beauty of watching Joel re-live his relationship with Clementine, peeling back the rotten outer layers and revealing the quiet moments of love and awkward beginning of her coming into his life. Anyone who has fallen in love and watched it fall apart can empathize with the lovers on screen; laughing at their giddy highs and wincing at their spiteful bickering.

When Dr. Mierzwiak asks Joel to collect everything that reminds him of Clementine, my first reaction was astonishment; when someone has been that close to you, it seems that everything can carry a reminder of that person. How could someone quantify every connection they had with a lover? Because, oftentimes, it's not just small mementos or trinkets or cards that are the vector of a relationship; it's also places, certain streets or cafés... or even songs or singers or actors... or even concepts, ideas... You get the idea. Our lives intertwine with the other to the point that extracting them from our lives is impractical, possibly even unrealizable. But Dr. Mierzwiak treats this as just a simple step in his process of exorcism, and Joel's earnest acceptance of this reflects the characters' naïeveté.

Of special note is watching Joel enlist his memory of Clementine in his quest to save his memories of her. It's treated in an almost off-hand way, but I immediately picked up on it (all those PKD stories have prepared me for this type of plot twist, I think. I miss you, Phil). Is Joel interacting with just his memories, or is this, in fact, the "real" Clementine? Since, back in the "real" world, Clementine has also undergone this process, did she, also have doubts once she started to lose Joel? There is obviously some connection between the lovers, but is that a mundane material connection of having shared some time together... or is there something more that links the two, even to the point of existing, in some small way, in each other's heads, that allows them to join forces and counter the erasure?

Brilliant. I will see this movie again.

This movie is Most Highly Recommended.

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