Showing posts with label movie review. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movie review. Show all posts

Monday, May 23, 2016

More (Than) Human Podcast

My buddy, gaming enthusiast Josh Geller, who has a really quite nice condenser microphone, and I started a podcast, More (Than) Human! We were already having long conversations where we discussed science fictional characters and superheroes. We just decided to record them.

The episodes up right now are about Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice and Guardians of the Galaxy. They are two...very, very different episodes.

I've set up a Patreon to help with costs. More on that in a future post.

If you have a chance, go download and listen!




Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Infinite Glass Slippers: Thoughts on Cinderella (2015)

Cinderella by Valentine Prinsep (1899)
I've embraced the newest film adaptation of Cinderella from Disney with more enthusiasm than I thought I would. Glossy frames, detailed sets, and expert editing can sell me on a whole lot in a visual medium. I embrace this Cinderella with hesitance, yes, but an eye toward the need for foundations.

The twist on this adaptation for Cinderella is that there is no twist. Lily James' turn on the character isn't Drew Barrymore's forward-thinking tomboy in Ever After. She's not the boastful, pixie-cut Leslie Caron in 1955's tongue-in-cheek, The Glass Slipper. She's not the flustered, conflicted heroine of Rossini's opera, La Cenerentola (1817).

Speaking of which, unlike the various adaptations of Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella, while Cinderella sings in the film's climactic reveal, there's no big production numbers featuring Whitney Houston.

Lily James is dewey-eyed and insurmountably uncomplicated. Her worst offense is earning the disdain of her stepsisters by chatting happily to mice when she doesn't see anyone else around.

Brandy
Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella (1997)
Kenneth Branagh's re-write is a softening of the character in the broader scope of live action adaptations, dismissing much of the agency she's been endowed with in previous incarnations. Her role is so deeply passive, rather than be given the chance to get the prince's attention when he arrives at her house, she sings "Lavender's Blue" during the film's climax. She does so by accident; the prince's retinue don't hear her and see she's locked away until the mice open the window for her. Barrymore's Danielle unabashedly saves herself but James' Ella isn't given the same chance.

At least Branaugh adds more definition to her than Disney's 1950 animated Cinderella, the one with which this film claims kinship. The animated main character of that feature is perfectly likeable the way Daphne from the original 1969 Scooby-Doo is likeable. Both are capable and nice (or at least, as Jessica Rabbit would purr, "drawn that way") but neither are designed to express much opinion outside the demands of the plot. They're charitable and kind because we never see anything denoting the contrary. They're pretty designs with a negative space where a character would be. Lily James' take is more animated than her cartoon counterpart.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Good Actress? Good Sign.

At the beginning of this year, I wrote about the first book in The Hunger Games series and its cinematic qualities. Though the book didn't leave me looking for more (yet), I thought it would make a pretty good film.

Also last year, I saw a brittle but exceptionally well done movie about meth dealers in the Ozarks. In Winter's Bone, Jennifer Lawrence stars as Ree, a ballsy 16-year old with military ambitions looking to save her mother and siblings from homelessness and starvation.

So guess who's been cast in the oddly similar role of Katniss Everdeen for the screen adaptation of Suzanne Collins's novel?

Maybe Lawrence is being typecast, but at least the filmmakers have the right idea. We need more kickass women in cinema, especially in mainstream movies.

Consider my ticket for the movie bought.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

The Big Tease (Celluloid Navel Gazing)

The best thing about a good trailer is that it teases, leaving just enough spaces for viewers to project their own stories into the cracks.

Take Terrence Malick's The Tree of Life, for instance.

What the hell is it about?

It doesn't look quite like science fiction, despite the images of planets and stars. It might be someone's memoir, but it doesn't look like it's told in a straightforward way. We know just enough about it to wet our appetites and prime the storytelling function in our brains--viewers already begin to cobble together a story at the juxtaposition of Brad Pitt and a baby's feet--but our information is limited.

The genre is unclear. Surreal, maybe? The main character is obvious, but we don't yet know which age the story will follow him through, and thus we're unsure which actor we'll be asked to identify with most.

Tree of Life is getting a lot of buzz for its obliqueness. Getting the haunting music out of my head has actually taken some work. (It's from Czech composer Bedřich Smetana, if you're interested.)



Trailers are made to hold just enough back, I guess. I can think of only a few that have done this so effectively, and the first that springs to mind is one of Pixar's films:



Minimal text.

A delicious build-up aided by "The Office" from Terry Gilliam's Brazil.

And a concise introduction to the main character.

My DVD copy of the film WALL-E is somewhere in my room. I'm very fond of the story, the tone, and the wonderful use of science fiction. Still, the movie I own bares only a passing resemblance to the movie hinted at in its teaser.

The teaser becomes the narrative, a story more thoroughly realized and emotionally satisfied in the mind than on film.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Warning: Talk Show Violence and ANOTHER Post about Harry Potter

When we look back at the Harry Potter films in the next couple decades, I'm not sure we'll think of them as good adaptations of the books. They're very rushed where a mini-series (or several mini-series, ahem) probably wouldn't be and they often stumble with their CGI where an animated adaptation wouldn't.

I know I'll certainly remember the Gothic sensibility brought to the series. Hogwarts Castle always looked like a dark, winding place with shaded courtyards and chilly hallways (possibly just "courtyard" and "hallway" as viewers were probably treated to the same locations from different angles many times).

The books and movies were also pretty twisted and scary, now that I think about it. Schoolchildren move from a boring outside world to an enclosed, safe fantasy palace that gets progressively less enclosed and safe as the story goes on. The main character deals with newly heightened danger in each volume.

Is it so strange that an actor from the movies ended up developing a slightly macabre sense of humor?

Or, judging by Radcliffe's enthusiasm for his role in Equus (yes, I saw it when I was in New York; he was good), perhaps he's always found guts and gore wonderfully funny and we've all been too blinded by his squeaky clean version of Harry Potter to notice.


(NSFW video. Dead Daniel Radcliffe.)

Regardless, I think the actor's got a unique career ahead of him even if that head might be missing.

(You totally didn't see that pun coming. I just know it.)

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Analytical Couch Potatoes United

I just contributed an article to The Analytical Couch Potato on the 2010 adaption of True Grit!

Make sure to bookmark the site! It has a lot of awesome posts that analyze videos games, TV shows, and movies.

Oh, and as for the picture on the left, that really is a screencap from the film. Want to know the context? I can't recommend seeing it more.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Current Cinema: El secreto de sus ojos, Splice, and Toy Story 3


Toy Story 3 (2010)
Director: Lee Unkrich
Cast: Tom Hanks, Tim Allen, John Morris, and Ned Beatty
Writers: Michael Arndt, John Lasseter, Andrew Stanton, and Lee Unkrich
Other: Animated, Comedy/Drama, Kids
Grade: A

Pixar may be renowned for bringing computer animation into mainstream film with Toy Story back in 1995, but the company has mainly done well because of its stories.

Toy Story 3 succeeds because, once it conjures all of the nostalgia from its predecessors, it hits you with the awful truth that was always lurking behind the first two films:

Now that Andy (John Morris), who owned the living toys in the first two films, is about to go to college, he has to get rid of them as he cleans out his room. Woody (Tom Hanks) and Buzz (Tim Allen), who are practically mascots of Pixar, are suddenly, nakedly disposable.

The film goes into some very dark territory despite being one of the most visually sumptuous and playful of Pixar's full-length features to date. Sunnyside Daycare, where the toys are initially sent, is filled with bright color and varied textures unseen in the previous films. The detail within the nursery is extensive and pure eye candy.

The original Toy Story mainly played with light. The limited technology of the time may be the reason why the writers decided to focus on toys rather than jerky, uncanny valley humans. The first film, though, was still able to give us the hellish bedroom of Sid, the evil next door neighbor who makes a brief cameo as a garbage man (note the skull shirt) in the most recent installment.

The neon and plush toddler toys at Sunnyside are ruled by a stuffed bear, Lotso (Ned Beatty). Even young children (one of whom I went with to see this film for the second time) should pick up on the fact he's the villain by his entrance alone. Beyond this, the film spends very little time pandering to its target audience.

In one scene, when the toys discover their fate is finally out of their hands, they have nothing to do but wait for the inevitable. It's an adult moment in a film intended for not only today's children but those who grew up with this trilogy. The scene is not about the beautiful animation Toy Story 3 offers; it's about the affecting story behind it.

Regardless of whether or not you grew up with the films, I think Toy Story 3 is probably going to be one of the strongest films in theaters this year. It will definitely net Pixar a few more awards.

But what should the company do next?

The opening short to the film is called Day and Night where 2-D animation is effectively married to the usual computer generated fare. I wouldn't mind seeing Pixar have a go at a full 2-D animated feature, just to prove it can make an effective story no matter the format.

***

El secreto de sus ojos (The Secret in Their Eyes) (2009/2010)
Director: Juan José Campanella
Writers: Juan José Campanella, Eduardo Sacheri
Cast: Soledad Villamil, Ricardo Darín, Carla Quevedo, Pablo Rago, and Javier Godino
Other: Subtitled, Spanish; Crime drama
Grade: B+

We open with a writer.

He is trying to write something very important, but the words aren't coming out right. He throws out notebook pages and scratches out entire paragraphs.

In his mind, Benjamín Esposito (Ricardo Darín) sees a woman running along a train and a man looking out the window after her as he leaves the station.

Is it fiction? A memory? If it's a memory, whose is it?

It's a killer opening to a good story.

Most of The Secret in Their Eyes takes place in flashback as Darín's character struggles to remember the details surrounding the brutal rape of a banker's wife in 1970's Argentina.

He is aided in his investigation by his office crush, Irene Menéndez-Hastings (Soledad Villamil), an Ivy League lawyer who longs to bring the criminal to justice. Both actors have an excellent chemistry that does not get in the way of their hard boiled detective work in the past.

In the present, their emotional connection becomes the calm center of a violent tale.

Years later, Benjamín meets with the much older Irene while he tries to turn the events surrounding the crime into a novel. The complex tale is sometimes sprawling in its cast and setting and is sometimes focused sharply on mundane, ordinary things that turn out to be of key importance to the story.

I usually avoid stories about writer's writing, as they often feel self-referential, but Benjamín's novel is secondary to the action of the world around him. The novel is his attempt at excorcising a particularly nasty string of events from his mind.

The subtitled film is beautifully shot and has brilliant moments of interaction between the characters. There are scenes where the movie drags, though, like a particularly labored episode of Law and Order, but when it's good, it's perfect.

Details of the 1970's–soccer matches, the politcal climate–warm the film up from a cold, violent mystery into an engaging period piece. The final act turns the movie on its head, transforming the story into something more affecting than a struggling writer trying to find the right words.

***

Splice
(2010)
Director: Vincenzo Natali
Writers: Vincenzo Natali, Antoinette Terry Bryant, and Doug Taylor
Cast: Adrien Brody, Sarah Polley, and Delphine Chanéac
Other: Sci-fi, Drama
Grade: B

Creature features tend to be cautionary tales: "Don't fuck with science because it will fuck with you." Splice exploits common and misunderstood fears of cloning and stem cell research into an effective story, at least.

Our heroes are Adrien Brody and Sarah Polley, a scientist power couple. Their discoveries include slug-hybrids which make moist, gushing sounds whenever on-screen.

"NO GOOD CAN COME FROM THIS," the film all but screams.

In their world, I guess Brody and Polley are so hip and cool, they hang posters of anime characters on their walls, listen to heavy metal and jazz, and have made it onto the cover of Wired. These character flourishes confirm that Brody and Polley's characters, despite their breakthroughs, still have a very juvenile attitude toward life.

Their teenage passions are challenged when they introduce a third character into their life, a creature far more complex than a meaty, gooshy slug.

Mushed together from human and animal DNA, the CG and puppet rendered monster is a lovely young woman with a bisected head, goat legs, and a tail. It grows quickly, a child maturing into the attractive Delphine Chanéac.

Dren, as they name the creature, becomes resentful of her adoptive parents, who lock her away from the world.

Splice's careful sci-fi family drama falls apart in its third act as it becomes the very creep-fest its posters promise. There are some clunky lines, too, that become far more jarring as the film draws to a close.

The thoughtful, strong, and emotional build-up in the first two-thirds of the movie are worth the price of admission, earning an "A" where the last fifteen plus minutes of the film earn a "D."

Brody, Polley, and Chanéac give excellent performances, even if they're stuck in a world where scientific advancements only mean trouble.

(My full review of Splice is available at Vivacious Kids! It's a cool blog! Go check it out!)