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

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Perchance Even to Dream of a Great Film

Note: This review was hastily written before work.

I find that my respect for movie critics grows when I realize that many of them review a movie after only one viewing. Granted, the smart and insightful ones take notes, perhaps even take a few moments to reflect and think before beginning to set their opinions to page. Some, such as the especially ubiquitous as of late Roger Ebert, will even revisit their critiques of the film some years later, after time, multiple viewings, and public opinion have colored or changed their own opinion, or encouraged them to reexamine their views with the glasses of a new era.

When I first left the theatre after seeing The Dark Knight bright and early one Sunday morning, my passion for what I had just seen swelled and grew as I walked to church. I raved about it to my friends there, trying to explain the emotional impact of one particular character's story arch without giving away too much to those who wouldn't see it coming. The movie practically had me in tears. However, subsequent viewings of The Dark Knight have left me sort of cold. Logic holes jump out at me, I am annoyed by the gratuitous explosions. I still think it's a very good movie...but my heart is barely in it.

I say this to express my trepidation at writing a review of a movie that I have thus far only seen once: Inception. This highly anticipated movie has for a while been whispered to be the new Matrix. I questioned from the get-go whether or not any film by an already highly acclaimed director, that has generated a ton of buzz could be another Matrix, as part of the beauty and amazement of the Matrix was that it came out of nowhere, with its enigmatic trailers, low-budget, no-name directors...and completely knocked America out of its seat by doing things and asking questions that mainstream cinema hadn't found fashionable to do in quite some time, while also kicking butt in ways we hadn't yet seen before. Despite the fact that many saavy film watchers can see the many influences in the Wachowski brothers' film - from comic books to Japanese cinema - the movie gave you something that felt really new and fresh.

Inception, like the Matrix, is a movie about questioning reality. When I sat down to see the film, I wondered what Christopher Nolan could throw at me that I wouldn't expect. I feel that in the decade since the Matrix came and blew our minds, we the audience are used to having our understandings of reality challenged and questioned. We're waiting for plot twist for "ah-ha!" questions, "Woah dude, that's so, like, deep" moments. I wasn't sure if Mr. Nolan could add anything new to the pot and still keep me guessing.

I remained skeptical through the first half of the movie, though I remained acceptably interested. Leonardo DiCaprio, often maligned for his boyish good looks, manages to appear aged and worn down throughout the film. "Dude looks, tired," I couldn't help but think during the opening sequences. Even as his backstory (sometimes rather clunkily) unfolds during the progression of the film, DiCaprio maintains a believable look of someone in utter despair. You root for him just so he can get that look off of his face.

Much of the exposition that is necessary for a complex tale such as the one in Inception feels a little heavy handed and clunky; it was all of these explanations and explanations of rules and explanations of the concepts of mind infiltration that fueled my doubts even as the film was progressing. The actual plot of the film, the goal of these mind criminals (I won't tell you much more about the actual plot), seems small and arbitrary though the story tries, semi-successfully, to get you emotionally invested in the target's life. Cillian Murphy, the mark, if you would, is excellent with just the few lines he's been given. His facial expressions, full of a weariness that nearly parallel DiCaprio's, are the only thing that makes this plot worth caring about. In fact, most of this film is carried along on the strength of the cast.

Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Ellen Page almost look to young to be caught in such a dangerous world...but Gordon-Levitt's character is an old hat, slick and almost too-competent at his job. Page is a master at playing the worldly-wise not-so-innocent, and she handles her job of emotionally arm-wrestling with her mentor, DiCaprio, quite deftly. There are so many talented names in the movie it seems a shame to not focus entire reviews on each performance: The enigmatic Ken Watanabe, effervescent Marion Cotillard, reliable Michael Caine, and of course, Tom Hardy - he's the most upbeat note in this otherwise weary film. In less capable hands, the movie could have fallen apart beneath the pressures of the darkness and the layers and layers of exposition, but it manages to hold together, drawing me in just as I begin to get disappointed with the pacing and the laborious story telling. All of the seeds that Nolan plantys finally begin to unfold towards the end and once you see this concept and idea he's created fully blossom, you can't help but sit back and be in awe.

As with most of Nolan's films, from Memento to the aforementioned Dark Knight, my feelings for Inception may change after I see it again. And with so many layers and hints and splattered clues, subsequent viewings will be necessary in order to fully unlock everything that happens on screen. Regardless of how I feel about it after that point, I can safely say that this is the best movie I've seen so far this year.


...though David Slade's take on Twilight: Eclipse comes in at a solid second. :)

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

The 2010 Academy Awards Nominations

My triumphant return to blogging will include my initial reactions to the announcement of the nominations for the 82nd Annual Academy Awards. First, yes, the Academy Awards are a joke but it's still difficult for me to not find a slight flutter in my heart during this apex of the awards season. Second, as per usual, I have not seen most of the movies up for awards. I would actually like to remedy that this year. Now, to my reactions:
  • If Avatar wins Best Picture, I might lose all faith in humanity. I could deal with Cameron winning Best Director (though it would be awesome if Bigelow won for history-sake - I would like to actually see The Hurt Locker before I say whether or not I think she deserves it).
  • "[ExtensionOfBob] would love to see a movie win Best Costume Design in which the costume designers actually designed the costumes and didn't pull them from the period piece rack at the costume rental warehouse and toss some accessories with them."
  • Precious is up for best editing? Really? That was one of the weakest parts of the film. Or maybe I'm confusing editing with the script...
  • I *heart* Woody Harrelson.
  • It would be awesome if Gabourey won Best Actress. But is Sandra a lock?
  • I'm glad Anna Kendrick is nominated for Up in the Air because she was kinda crazy-good in that, considering it's one of those solid-but-not-typical-Oscar-bait fare type movies. I do think the entire Academy should get kicked in the shins if Mo'Nique doesn't win.
  • I hear great things about The Fantastic Mr. Fox. I liked Coraline and it would be nice if it won. Everyone also lost their s*** over Up, too...though the support wanes as the movie goes on, it seems.
  • If Avatar doesn't win every tech category, I will laugh myself to sleep.
  • A lot of times shorts up for awards become available to view online. I hope this is the case again this year, especially for the doc shorts.
  • I think they should expand the Foreign Language Film category to 10 noms as well.
  • I hope D9 wins something but it looks like it's up against some heavy hitters.
  • Also, Mary and Max might've been the best movie I saw in 2009.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

That Night

Before she was slaying vampires with Buffy, cheering with Kirsten, or playing a more acceptable version of a futuristic, brainwashable prostitute, Eliza Dushku was an awkward little girl, battling Katherine Heigl and trying to be Juliette Lewis in That Night, the Romeo and Juliet for the born-in-the-80s, latchkey-kid sect. A summer HBO staple, this movie was the stuff of fantasy for a number of young women. For me, it's sort of strange looking back on this admittedly rather mediocre film and recognizing some of these now-famous faces...because I want this movie to exist in the sort of capsule of naive magic it made me believe in as a young girl.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Brilliance in unexpected places

This gem of a comment thread was recently come across by my roommate and I. I would provide analysis of why it is so beautiful, but I will trust that you will understand. Original thread found here.

Click on the picture to see a screen cap. Photobucket

Monday, September 1, 2008

American President

While watching the movie Dave earlier today, I got inspired to compose a list of my favorite fictional American Presidents. However, as I was making the list out, I realized that it would all just be an elaborate ruse, superfluous fluff intended only to justify the posting of this video, of this fictional president whom I would follow to whatever end:

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Movie Review: Penelope

Penelope was actually quite a pleasant surprise. I'm obligated to love Christina Ricci, as her onscreen, adolescent angst corresponded with the budding of my own offscreen angst...but as an adult, she has proven herself to be an inconsistent actress. However, there's something about her huge brown eyes in this movie that make you ignore her rather annoying way of speaking (has her voice gotten higher as she's gotten older?) and fall hopelessly in love with her innocence and spunk. James McAvoy is, as always, beautiful and brilliant as the main love interest, and not surprisingly at all, Reese Witherspoon stands out even in the smallest of roles.

The movie calls itself a modern day fairy tale and like a fairy tale, is a thinly veiled moral lesson, as anyone can see that this hideous pig-faced girl is a hottie and not the monster all of the characters in the film make her out to be. But the film's higher goalss never seem forced or too over-bearing, as the tone is always light and sweet, a necessity if the audience is not to be offended. Consider this a delicious, healthy cupcake, with slightly too sweet frosting.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

The Darkest Parts of The Dark Knight

**SPOILER WARNING**The following post includes information that may be considered a spoiler to those who are grossly unfamiliar with the Batman universe.

I do my best to not have specific expectations when going to see a movie, but obviously it is impossible to enter without any expectations. Just as with Batman Begins, my expectations were completely shattered by The Dark Knight.

First, it is worth noting that all of the hype around Heath Ledger's Joker is warranted. It is one of the finest performances that I have ever seen on film. And as the critics have decreed, his acting did outshine the acting of the rest of this absolutely fantastic cast. (Even the "extras" were high-caliber.) I, in fact, wish that Heath was given more to do because at the end of the day, he was not actually the most interesting character in the film.

No, that honor goes to one, Mr. Harvey Dent. Although I have not read many Batman comics and have not seen Batman Forever in years, or watched the cartoon in years, I remember who Harvey Dent is: Harvey Two-Face. And it was this knowledge that made this film gut wrenching. Watching a pure evil person (i.e. - the Joker) do evil things is interesting, exciting, etc. But watching a good man do good things while knowing that he too will some day become evil is almost unbearable.

It was this which stayed with me when I left the theatre. The evil I see, that I can look at and know by name is frightening and disheartening. But even more frightening, even darker, is the evil that lurks in the hearts of good men.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Gendercide

io9: Found Footage: Y Not Two Last Men?:

Photobucket A popular theme in science fiction films is a future (or hidden or extra terrestrial or Amazonian) world in which men have been eradicated* and women have formed their own lesbianic society. Usually what happens in these films is that a man or group of men who act as our main protagonists, wander into these worlds and in the end, couple up with some woman/women and everyone learns that the sexes really do need each other.

Hahaha. I'm just joking. What really happens is that the men teach the women that yes, women need men. I've managed to find a few of these films entertaining despite their sexism, because they were just silly. I think Queen of Outer Space is the only film that left a horrendously bad taste in my mouth. Today, however, perhaps it is the fact that I am in the middle of reading Second Sex and io9 posted the above clip that has me in such a tizzy.

You see, I am not offended by the proposition that men and women need each other. No, that's fine. I'm a red-blooded heterosexual woman. I love men. I'd hate not having men around. It's just the fact that men feel the need to tell us that we need them which is slightly offensive. Men (I am now using this term to refer to the patriarchal and misogynistic variety of the male homo sapiens) have always understood that they need women:

  1. Women provide sexual pleasure (for heterosexual men, who make up the majority of the male population)
  2. Women are necessary for reproduction
  3. Women take care of children and handle other domestic chores that are unappealing to many men

If men did not need women, they would have eradicated us. But instead they have enslaved us. As our societies have changed, men's superior strength has become less and less of an evolutionary advantage. As woman began seeking equality, man got scared at the threat to his supremacy. If woman no longer needs man for protection and science and cloning can make reproduction possible without man, then woman can survive without man.

I leave you with a quote from Second Sex:

In truth women have never set up female values in opposition to male values; it is man who, desirous of maintaining masculine prerogatives, has invented that divergence. Men have presumed to create a feminine domain - the kingdom of life, of immanence - only in order to lock women therein.

Ok, I lied. One more thought before I go: Can anyone tell me of any movies in which the opposite is true? In which there is but one woman left?

Movies of Note:

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*In some cases, there are men around for breeding purposes.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Pretty Unconvinced

Pretty in PinkI only recently learned that John Hughes originally intended for Andie to end up with Duckie at the end of Pretty in Pink. In fact, the ending had to be reshot with Andie and Blane together after the test audiences responded very negatively to the Andie/Duckie pairing.

"They wanted her to get the cute guy," Hughes says rather disgustedly during a featurette in the "Everything's Duckie Edition" of the DVD. While he eventually wrote the ending in a way that would satisfy him and all of his "critics," it is clear that he still wishes Duckie got the girl.Molly Ringwald is the one person who feels the way I feel about the situation: Andie and Duckie did not belong together.

(Ringwald admits that when Robert Downey, Jr. was being offered the role of Duckie, the eventual romance made sense. She, as a woman, found him attractive, and he could play the sort of guy for whom Andie would eventually fall.)

Now, don't misunderstand me: Duckie is quite a catch. He's adorable, well dressed, loyal, and thoughtful. But he is also insecure, immature, and obsessive. Andie is a girl who has everyone's eye because there is something special about her; she has the potential to eventually supercede her financial status, to overcome the limitations of her life and truly make something of herself. She is special. And this potential is too big for a relationship with Duckie. They would never be equals. This is not because Duckie isn't smart or because he also doesn't have potential, but because he worships her so humbly, that he could never provide the mental stimulation or emotional challenge that would be required to make an equal and balanced romantic relationship.

Hughes calls the film a fairy tale when discussing his resignation to the fact that Blane would get the girl. It is also a fairy tale to believe that Andie would ever be truly happy with Duckie without wondering, "What if?" In fact, I think only a man could come up with the idea of Duckie and Andy together. (See any Judd Apatow movie. Don't get me wrong; I think most of his protagonists are hot, but only a man could come up with a revisionist romantic comedy in which the goofy, immature guy gets the really hot chick. A woman would say, "I want it all or nothing. I want a guy who's goofy and mature or I want to be alone.")

Some Kind of WonderfulHughes finally got the ending he wanted with Some Kind of Wonderful. Why was this ending more palatable for audiences? Because the genders are switched. The regular girl helps her regular guy friend woo the rich, popular girl, and in the end, the regular guy realizes that he should be with his best friend. Why is even this slightly more palatable to me?

  1. Because the girl knew all along that she wanted the guy and girls know these things before guys do. To paraphrase Ringwald, "If there's no spark, you can't just force a spark at the last minute." There's visible sexual tension between the two protagonists of Some Kind of Wonderful throughout the entire film. In Pretty in Pink, there is no plausible sexual tension between Duckie and Andie, save the attraction Duckie feels for her.
  2. While Keith is rather dull compared to Watts, they are more evenly matched. She pines for him rather pathetically, sure...but when she gets overwhelmed by her pain, her lashing out isn't quite as whiney as Duckey's.

Maybe audiences felt this too? Or maybe not. Some Kind of Wonderful does not resonate as strongly today as Pretty in Pink.

Monday, April 21, 2008

True Horror

PhotobucketOk. I have a confession to make: I don't really like The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Don't get me wrong. I don't think it's bad. I mean, it's campy. A successfully campy film is not bad in my book. As far as camp movies go, I think this is at the top of the pile. And all it takes is one look at my DVD collection to see that I appreciate camp. (You want proof? I own Hell Comes to Frogtown.) I guess, when it comes down to it, I'm just over it.

No. It's not about its popularity. I love popular campy things. No. It's not the people. Some of my closest friends and favorite people are hardcore RHPS fans. At some point, it just became boring.

I remember the first time I saw it: It came on television (VH1, maybe?) when I was in middle school, and the next day, most of my friends in my small, private Christian school had also watched it. It was scandalous! It was naughty! But we all had to shrug it off as, "Of course this is what we would watch. Nothing new."

Now, it isn't anything new. I can appreciate what it is and appreciate what it's done, but when it comes down to it, I don't appreciate it enough to have a desire to ever sit through it again.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Chick Fight

Photobucket A couple of years back I found myself watching the unfortunate chick flick, Little Black Book. When released in theatres, this film held no appeal for me, but when one is stuck in front of a television set with not much available to watch, one can easily be drawn in by Holly Hunter, even if, like me, you prefer your Brittany Murphies to be dark haired and curvy.

I was admittedly slightly impressed by what the film was attempting to accomplish with its exploration of female competitiveness and of course, the ultimate lesson that a woman does not need a man in her life in order to feel complete. Unfortunately, it did not do this well. The film wrapped up with a neatly packaged and carefully explained moral-of-the-story that left the viewer feeling dumber for having sat through the film and simultaneously incensed that the writer and director would treat us like morons and feel a need to spell everything out. Basically, the film lacked subtlety and charm, which was made increasingly frustrating by the fact that it was obviously written by a woman. It felt like something I would write after having a sort of epiphany of the same sort.

The problem is, similar themes have been explored countless times, to be sure, but most notably in the superior, My Best Friend's Wedding. While this film was definitely no Oscar contender, Ronald Bass, a man who's written many a sensitive film, was able to infuse its female characters with a certain genuineness and believability that was completely missing in the women of Little Black Book. Not only that, but he let you figure the lessons out on your own.

Women, it's time to write ourselves, and it's time to write ourselves well.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Movie Review: 30 Days of Night

Director: David Slade
Screenwriter(a): Steve Niles, Stuart Beattie, Brian Nelson

I'm not much of a fan of gore porn and unfortunately, most of the "horror" films that have come out in the past decade have fallen into this rather unfortunate category. Blood, guts, and over-drawn scenes of torture have replaced tension, suspense, and subtlety in the quest to frighten and entertain movie goers.

I regret to inform you that the film, 30 Days of Night, based on Steve Niles' graphic novel of the same title, finds itself at times skimming into this realm of blood and guts. I am happy to inform you, however, that other elements of the film completely redeem it and make you forgive its graphic displays of violence.

The movie tells the story of a group of vampires who travel to Barrow, Alaska, the northernmost point in the United States. For one month out of each year, the sun does not rise in this part of the world. A perfect place to take a vacation if you're allergic to sunlight, no? Josh Hartnett and Michelle George star as the hero's of this tale, which also stars Ben Foster, Danny Huston, and Mark Boone, Jr.

A large part of the film's success is due to the superb acting. Josh Hartnett is rightfully notorious for being rather bland and devoid of personality on screen. But his mellow energy is perfect for this role, belying a sense of calm and reason, giving a necessary strength to this common police officer cum hero. Michelle George is exquisite. Despite her pretty face, one never doubtsfor a moment that she isa tough woman, used to, and capable of, surviving the bitter colds and lonelinesses of the northernmost reaches of Alaska. Ben Foster, who I've loved since his days on Flash Forward, is mostly annoying with his overly contrived and unconvincing "accent." His performance is solid, but disappointingly overshadowed by the manner in which he chooses to speak.

The true acting prizes belong to the movie's antagonists: the vampires who invade this dark town. Their bizarre make-up could be laughable in the wrong contexts. However, these vampires, at times taking their cues from the recent influx of mainstream zombie films like 28 Days Later, speak little, but say much. Their movements and mannerisms are often comical, silly, causing them to resemble the dark clowns that haunt many a child's nightmares. But don't get me wrong: these are not to be confused with the clowns of Killer Klowns From Outer Space. The actors (and actresses) manage to frighten merely by cocking their heads to the side and opening their fang-filled maws. The laughter rising past your lips is a nervous, frightened laughter.

All of the displays of extreme violence in the film seems to be done as a service to its target audience, its assumed fan base: readers of the 30 Days of Night comics, horror fans, cynical young people with no interest in the Anne Rice take on the vampire myths. However, that is not the film's only trick. It is also full of tension and suspense, as the few remaining humans hide and plot and plan in efforts to survive.

Unfortunately, the suspense was not created to its full potential. Without the day stamps that occasionally appear in the bottom of the screen and without monitoring Josh Hartnett's unsightly facial hair, it is often difficult to tell accurately guage the passage of time. This could be a good tool to show the mental turmoil of our protagonists, but the pacing just does not work. As in the American version of Insomnia, a movie also set in Alaska but during the time set when the sun does not set, 30 Days of Night doesn't quite make the best use of the phenomenon which has the ability to wreak havoc on a person's ability to tell time and tear apart the fabric of one's sanity. The film just feels poorly paced. There are often times, such as when Hartnett and George see their enemies for the first time, when the moment would have been much more poignant if it had been put off, extended, for just a little longer, if the filmmakers would have been comfortable giving the audience just a few more seconds of nothingness.

Overall, the movie is frightening and exciting and invigorating. The changes made from the graphic novel were all quite wise, creating a film that is even more intriguing than its source materials.