27 October 2013

Many Shuvs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Slor that day, I can tell you!


Ghostbusters

(1984)
Has Rick Moranis ever been funnier than this?

28 Days Later

(2002)
I keep waiting for this to reach its sell-by date, the screening when I think, "Well, yeah, this is pretty good, but it's not really as wonderful as I remembered it." Not yet. And good golly, the deserted London sequence . . . if I keep coming back to that, it's because that sequence still wows me, every time.

Oh, but here's something I've been thinking about over the Halloween season: if we ever are infested by zombies, we've certainly seen enough of them in movies and on TV by now to know how to handle 'em, no?

26 October 2013

Consumer culture


Halloween

(1978)
Have I ever told you about the first time I ever saw this movie? Not in 1978, when I was married with a small child and unlikely ever to go to a scary movie, but during a second run in 1981, when I was separated and living in a $90/mo. basement shithole apartment in downtown Champaign and the picture showed at the Rialto and, having heard from enough of my grad school colleagues that I should, I went to the late screening on maybe the final night of the run. In any case, I was . . . the audience . . . the entire audience. And then, after watching this eminently creepy film alone, I had to walk alone home to my dark apartment, where I was also alone, and . . . well, you get the idea.

Even tonight, as I near 60 and should be immune to things that go bump in the night, it was still plenty creepy walking around my mostly dark home after watching it, and then walking downtown to the Chinese restaurant to pick up some dinner. It was particularly ill-advised, I think, for someone to have hopped out of his or her car and walked behind me on the sidewalk dragging his or her feet in the dry leaves.

Dawn of the Dead

(2004)
Funny that I never noticed before the extent of the borrowing here from my favorite zombie film, which is on tap for tomorrow night: fast-moving zombies, invocation of a culture of hate, aerial shots of apocalyptic infernos, protective figures gone bad. But hey, this is in Wisconsin, and who ever set a zombie flick in Wisconsin before? Or cast indy darling (and now bigtime writer/director)  in a kickass role or  as . . . well, Ving Rhames? So this remains my second-favorite zombie film.

25 October 2013

Mommies dearest


Alien

(1979)
Much was made in 1986 of the distinctly nonfeminist epithet Ripley (, duh) shouts at the climax of the wo-mano a wo-mano showdown in Aliens--the rough equivalent to an African American wielding the n-word--but I don't recall anyone pointing out that she utters the exact same epithet to Mother, the computer on the Nostromo, in this film.

Aliens

(1986)
Halloween season is not the time to watch this; it should be a Mother's Day tradition. This remains the best cinematic rebuttal to the notion that "maternal" and "feminist" need be mutually exclusive.

Oh, incidentally, yes, these were both theoretically eligible for Friday-night deaccession, but forget it: these aren't leaving my collection.

20 October 2013

Trapped trapped trapped 'til the cage is full

Cronos

(1993)
Guillermo del Toro's first feature, and much of his toolbox is in evidence: bugs, magical machines, a child in peril both mortal and metaphysical, and Ron Perlman. Last night I watched my all-time favorite vampire movie, but this one is right up there, and while that one has competitors in the subgenre of youthful vamp romance, this one is conceptually sui generis.

19 October 2013

Endless love

A Halloween-season supernatural romance double feature.

Wristcutters: A Love Story

(2009)
This:
  • has one of the wittiest fantasy premises I've ever encountered (though credit for that goes to the novel it's based on, Kneller's Happy Campers)
  • is one of the best Wizard of Oz films I know;
  • is one of the best romantic comedies of the millennium to date;
  • is the best suicide comedy imaginable;
  • is one of my all-time favorite road movies;
  • is one of my all-time favorite buddy movies;
  • has a terrific soundtrack, which introduced me to Gogol Bordello;
  • [spoiler alert] makes me weep happy tears at the end.
I've been plugging this film since I first saw it, and as far as I know, I've converted only my daughter. Seriously, check this out. A smart, funny, sweet, weird, unique film.


Låt den rätte komma in (Let the Right One In)

(2008)
This:
  • is my favorite vampire movie, by a couple orders of magnitude;
  • is my favorite film about preadolescent (with an asterisk) love;
  • has the best mass-transit getaway final scene at least since The Graduate, though it must be said that while that film's final scene is brilliant for its ambiguity regarding the future of an oddly matched pair, there's no ambiguity in this final scene: we've already seen this couple's future.
Hard to imagine a more satisfying seasonal twin bill.

18 October 2013

Sin never dies

Carrie

(1976)
Wow: no, I certainly had not ever seen this uncut before: I would have remembered 's slo-mo girls'-locker-room full-frontal-fest, complete with that distinctive lame '70s music that was the aural equivalent of soft focus. I realize that this is at least my second complaint in the past few weeks about gratuitous sex and/or nudity, making me sound like the grumpy old man I am, but come on: is there any reason other than the fact that being able to show pubic hair in a mainstream film was still pretty new in 1976?

OK, now let's dispose of Piper Laurie: she makes Carrie's mother scary in an old-Bette Davis/Joan Crawford movie way, in stark contrast to Moore's honest-to-god (!) scary-human-being portrayal. The only part of Laurie's portrayal that is better--and the credit may go to De Palma--is her orgasmic response to her fatal multiple penetration by kitchen blades, a blend of Saints Sebastian and Teresa.

Overall, this is consistently the lesser of the two films through the dumping of the pig's blood and (apart from the goofy shtick with the firehoses) consistently the better one after that, in part because Peirce seems a little too concerned with justice for those who haven't been shitty to Carrie, but mostly because it gets to the end with much more dispatch. And gee whilikers, that final scene: a scary movie classic.

Mistakes were made

Carrie

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Wow, there's one scary female in this movie, but her only supernatural power is the ability to make My Future Wife Julianne Moore repulsive. The scariest scene of the film is the first one, will Moore alone (well . . . ). The perfectly cast Chloë Grace Moretz isn't scary herself, though she is, obviously, a carrier of scary. Mostly she makes you wish, right until the blood spills, that you could protect her from what you know is coming. And from her nutball mother.

You know, my mother was very Catholic too, though not remotely as scary crazy as Carrie's. But some early scenes, when Mom is playing the humiliation card and the shame card, there was a certain resonance: that might have been me in a not altogether different universe. Is director  suggesting that religious devotion always lives just around the corner from religious looniness?

In any case, this was a good beginning to scary movies season, and I believe I may just watch the original film version tonight. I may have seen it from start to end once on commercial TV, but I've certainly never seen it uncut. I think a comparison might be fun.
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  • About Last Night--Golly, it really is: a pretty-young-blacks-folks remake of the pretty-young-white-folks 1986 film based on David Mamet's play Sexual Perversity in Chicago!
  • That Awkward Moment--And this could be its Caucasian clone, except for the one African-American couple.
  • Endless Love--Don't know, don't care whether this is a remake of the 1981 film. Is it possible that anything with a title like this can be any good?
  • Homefront--Tough guys, one of whom has a vulnerable young daughter. Screenwriter: .

13 October 2013

Good intentions

The Verona project, part XXII

A long-suspended project revived! Two "to be fair" notes: (1) seeing a Rotten Tomatoes rating in the 20s, and having disliked the majority of versions I've seen, I didn't carry much enthusiasm with me to the theater. And (2) in actual movie-theater darkness, it's lot harder to take the extensive notes I usually take; I'm not sure I can even find them all, much less decipher them. Still, I think it's fair to say that this was not very good.

Who (how old), when, how long?  (19) and  (15, and yes, you have heard that name before), 2013, 2 hours.

What sort of R&J? A pair more pure than passionate, as if both know what is going to have to be done on the wedding night, but they're more comfortable making goo-goo eyes at each other. Booth is adequate to the part (which casts Romeo as a sculptor, incidentally), but Steinfeld, whom I loved in True Grit, delivers at least 75% of her lines in a wooden high-school-kid-reading-Shakespeare-in-English-class galumph.   

Seriocomic scale for first scene? scale of 1 (silly) to 10 (ominous).The film starts getting odd in the opening scene, as we begin with the prologue as writ, but then suddenly are told that the Prince has ordered a joust for Montagues and Capulets to slake their violent tendencies. And so we have Mercutio winning the ring (I dunno: check the jousting rulebook) at Tybalt's expense. So you think that ultraserious opening is in lieu of I.i, but no: later, after meeting both R & J, we get that scene, which clocks in at a full 10, with no dialogue for servants.

"Wherefore": do the film/playmakers know what it means? It's impossible to say: Steinfeld certainly doesn't give any hint of understanding that word, but then "art" and "thou" seem to be just as mysterious to her.   

Carrion flies? Yes! Boy, was I surprised!    

Body count? Five, Lady Montague being spared to look on while hubby shakes hands w/ Capulet.

What (else) is missing? Way too much of WS's language, much of it replaced by silly non-Shakespearean stuff like below.

What (else) is changed? Relative to how many lines are cut overall, some small parts played by good actors are boosted: the Capulets (Damian Lewis [right: Brody on Homeland] and Natascha McElhone), Friar Laurence (Paul Giamatti), and Nurse (Lesley Manville), who here is mostly an eager coconspirator. And because Balthasar is cut altogether, Bevolio has to make the trip to Mantua to take Romeo the bad news about Juliet.

What (else) is odd?
  • Benvolio mentioning the possibility of moving in on Rosaline (a speaking part here) now that Hamlet has found his true love; that's the last we hear about it (or her).
  • The scene in which Tybalt scolds Juliet for consorting w/ R at the ball.
  • The slo-mo sequences: first look at Juliet, Tybalt charging toward the Montagues en route to killing and being killed, . . . hmmm, one other . . . R&J to the altar, maybe? Can't remember.
  • Dying Mercutio telling R, re his well-intentioned intervention, that--I am not making this up!--"best intentions pave the way to hell."
  • Oh! Almost forgot: after R takes his poison, J awakes, and they vigorously suck face before R dies--which makes nonsensical J's later speculation about whether enough poison remains on R's lips to do her. Then again, she's upset and probably not thinking straight.
On the other hand one unusual element is pretty cool: the film was shot in part in Verona and in Mantua.

End-of-the-play exposition? Not much, but what a weird scene, the Pollyanna Prince saying, "Yet we can take a lesson from their deaths," and Friar Laurence issuing a sort of no-fault declaration that "Their own forbidden love did murder them." Yeesh!  
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  • Pompeii--Man, would I love to see a good film on A.D. 79, but this doesn't look like it.

12 October 2013

Love is never equal

Gone with the Wind

(1939)
You know, for a 3¾-hour film, this mostly races along at a breakneck (no equestrian-accidents pun intended) pace. It slows only in the late going, after the squirmiest transition from a rape scene in the history of cinema, and then the slower pace is probably necessary to do justice to the tragicomic irony in the failure of the principles' emotions ever to line up.

This has always been a film I've admired more than liked, but I admire it enough to return to it periodically despite the fact that I could be watching two normal-length movies instead.

Wages of sin

Captain Phillips

Crit
This was so gripping for so long that after a while I just got tired of being gripped, which is, I guess, part of the point: that one element of being a hostage is that after a long stressful period of knowing that life as you know it may be at an end--and that life as everyone knows it could be at an end for you at any moment--that inescapable high intensity may become . . . well, "boring" doesn't really seem the right word, but I don't have a better one.

Consistent with that, the most fascinating five minutes of the film comes after (spoiler alert!) the navy Seals rescue Captain Phillips from the pirates and he finds himself safe but in shock. The release from the intense stress is, counterintuitively, into a different variety of stress: he is unable to cope with the ordeal being over than he had shown himself capable of dealing with the ordeal while it was ongoing.

11 October 2013

Suspension bridge

Inequality for All

Crit
Perhaps there's nothing here that we haven't read before, heard before, seen before, but Robert Reich--who makes plenty of height jokes at his own expense--is inch for inch far more compelling than his most obvious forerunner as host of an inspirational documentary about how screwed up things are and how we might be able to get them unscrewed, Al Gore.

See this film, tell everyone you know to see this film, especially your Tea Party relatives, though they probably won't, and let's drum up a groundswell of public opinion for making Robert Reich secretary of labor for life, or perhaps cabinet-level U.S. economics professor for life.

06 October 2013

In the basement of the Alamo

Blue Caprice

Crit
If this chilling film about the 2002 Beltway snipers has one failing, it's in making needlessly explicit the principle that hovers over the story throughout: that the phrase "senseless killings," trotted out for this episode as for every mass or serial killing of our time, is itself senseless.

Motiveless malice is at least as rare in life as it is in Shakespeare; that the motive may make no sense to us--that it might not even be clearly articulable by the perpetrators--doesn't negate what may be a perfectly consistent if alien logic. Which, to me, makes it lots scarier than if it were truly senseless.
 

Wadjda

Crit
Maybe this is how a revolution begins: with uptight grown-ups telling a headstrong young girl that she can't ride a bicycle. Warm and wise and gently subversive, the first feature film by a Saudi Arabian woman () will be a very hard act to follow.
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05 October 2013

Burnin' out her fuse up there alone

Gravity (Imax 3D)

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Not gonna waste a lot of your time, just gonna say: I believed it. Oh, and this: if you have a chance to see it in MASSIVE 333DDD, do.
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