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Nine

Posted : 8 years, 5 months ago on 26 January 2010 02:17 (A review of Nine (2009))

I wanted to love Nine, I really did. I wanted to sing its praises and talk about how wonderful the cast was across the board, about how much fun I had during the entire film, about how great the big production numbers were…I can say none of these things. Nine is a miss-fire with few redeeming qualities.

The story, as this flimsy thing could be questionably called, contains a director who has reached a creative roadblock and cannot complete his ninth film. Strange that he has such a rich and vibrant imaginary life. Every trick you can think of is thrown in for good measure. Want some black and white? You got it. Want some T&A girlie show? You got it. Want sparkles, glitter, sequins, go-go dancing and the kitchen sink? You have got that, too.

I never thought that I’d say this, but I have seen a bad Daniel Day-Lewis performance. The actor that can stand above the rest, except for, maybe, Meryl Streep, is fantastic in brooding and complicated roles. Here, he is too dour for Guido. Javier Bardem, the original choice, would have been far better. There needs to be a breezy, slightly care-free artifice, a gigolo with mommy issues, and Day-Lewis is far too dark, sour and interior for that. He’s also not much of a song and dance man.

But this is, mostly, a spotlight for some great female actors that plays out like the cinematic equivalent to one of those VH1 Divas specials. Each get their big moment (only one gets two, Marion Cotillard) and there’s a big group number at the beginning and another at the very end.

Dame Judi Dench is perfectly fine. There’s nothing terribly special about her performance, but she’s far too good for such a thinly plotted role. Sophia Loren and Nicole Kidman are nothing but glorified cameos given far-too brief screen time as hallucinations before finally being trotted out towards the end for their songs. Nicole Kidman’s song has terrible staging, but the straight-acting portion of it is wonderful. The muse gets to tell her director that she wants to play something other than a fantasy creature in human form. Sophia Loren, however, is utterly wasted in a thankless role. But it’s wonderful and sublime to see on her the big screen again. Fergie is neither awful nor terrific in her cameo role. She looks good with the extra weight she’s put on, but her breasts are immobile to the point of distraction while dancing or frolicking on the beach. She’s also not much of a singer, but she can blow. Her “Be Italian” sequence is probably the best in the entire film. The one moment in which Nine remembers that it is a musical and rallies itself for a show-stopper.

But two women that stand out the most are Penelope Cruz as the needy, desperate mistress, and Marion Cotillard as the long-suffering wife. Cotillard can tell an entire emotional story with a bat of her eyelashes or a curve of her neck or a twitch in her mouth. “Take It All” is another contender for best sequence. And Cruz steams things up in the sexy “Call From the Vatican,” another best-in-show contender. She gets to stretch her comedic acting muscles and provides ample amount of sass and heartbreak.

If they are the best, then, without a doubt, the worst is Kate Hudson. Her character is useless, shoe-horned for no effect or impact upon the story-line and forces upon us the worst song-and-dance number in a long time. “Cinema Italiano” praises the Neo-Realist Italian filmmakers for their flashy style but says nothing of their substance. The awful black and white footage and bad choreography are only the tip of the iceberg. Hudson has obviously not inherited any of her mother’s natural charm, comedic talent or ability to sing and dance. “Cinema Italiano” kills a film and is aggressively awful while the rest of the movie is just mediocre. Nine never recovers.


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An Education

Posted : 8 years, 5 months ago on 26 January 2010 01:58 (A review of An Education (2009))

An Education tells the story of an innocent, slightly naïve sixteen-year-old, Jenny, who’s pretty and smart and desperately wants something that she is no way prepared to handle or deal with properly. But, truly, aren’t all teenagers like this? I know that I was.

Jenny meets David, the thirty-something who shall provide with the opportunities to see the things that she dreams of and experience her daydream fantasies, in a way that could be described as an almost-meet-cute. There’s something creepy about him from the onset, and it’s not just the age gap. There’s something in his eyes and behind the smile that seems too perfect to be true, too normal to really be sane, too well put together as sophisticated. The story tracks their relationship throughout its entire course, but he isn’t interested in just seducing Jenny, oh no, that would be too easy. He also goes about seducing the parents, who mean well but are, essential, wide-eyed country bumpkins to his smooth-talking cad.

Every performance in this film is a knockout. Carey Mulligan, who plays Jenny, needs to be put on the Oscar shortlist now. She does nothing showy or flashy, but creates a real-live person that you believe in. She feels like a real teenage girl from the moment she pops up on screen to the final few seconds, never once exhibiting an ounce of sweat or a break in character. But she wouldn’t have been able to play this so perfectly if Peter Sarsgaard’s David wasn’t played to perfection as well. He is. How Sarsgaard got lost in the awards shuffle this year is anyone’s guess, but he deserves to come in at the last second and steal a Best Actor slot from someone. Emma Thompson is wonderful as the quick-talking, acid-tongued headmistress of the school, and Olivia Williams de-glams to play a plain schoolmarm (she’s still rather fetching even with oily hair and huge glasses). But my favorite supporting performance would have to go to Rosamund Pike as the too-ditzy-for-words girlfriend of Dominic Cooper’s character. Normally cast as brainy-and-pretty roles, in which she seems right at home, she’s swimming upstream to play dumb and excels.

An Education reminds us that as teenager we may think we know what we want and how to obtain it, but once we’re handed it, it never works out the way we dreamed it would. Jenny gets to meet people who value art, but they value it as a status symbol and she loves it for aesthetic and personal reasons. She goes to France and has sex, but winds up wildly disappointed by something so brief. She falls for an older man, but quickly longs for the awkward and immature boys her own age. Gilded dreams abound.

To put it simply, An Education is extraordinary and positively delightful.


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Who Framed Roger Rabbit

Posted : 8 years, 6 months ago on 6 January 2010 12:10 (A review of Who Framed Roger Rabbit (1988))

Who Framed Roger Rabbit should have a serious case of multiple personality disorder given the amount of ground it tries to cover: a zany madcap comedy, an animated film and a film noir with a broken man at its center. Somehow, through sheer movie magic I imagine, it all comes together and creates a great film. And it has aged surprisingly well.

Nowadays everything would be done with just computers, maybe a few sequences here and there would have been done in the hand-drawn mode, and the seams would have been incredibly obvious. Not all modern films suffer from this, but I’ve noticed a lot of them that mistake being able to program it as being able to make it look believable and complete the illusion. The talking dragon at the end of Enchanted screams to mind. Roger Rabbit painstakingly drew in the characters. And they have a real weight, dimension and scope to them. They interact and create action with real world objects. This, I believe, helps prove that while computers can help create great and wondrous things, they can’t replace the magic and realism that comes with the artistry of doing something the hard way. A real set, real animatronics, a real puppet will always be better than the plug-and-chug computer fantasia we’re immersed in right now. There are excepts, but, by and large, doing something the hard way pays off more.

And now for the plot, for the film isn’t simply a gorgeous exercise in visual treats, although it is very much that. Like film noir giant Chinatown, Roger Rabbit uses real Los Angeles history to tell its story. Yes, the red cars really were bought up and closed down, but this had more to do with automobiles being more attractive than public transportation. But there is such a thing as the Great American streetcar scandal, which is more than parallel to the events depicted in the film in numerous ways if not the exact shape and form. And, yes, the California freeway system wasn’t built until the 1950s, but the water and power issues in Chinatown were from different eras than the one presented in the film and no one complains about it harming the overall impact there.

Naturally, the fantasy takes off and creates an alternate world parallel to our own. But what is it really about? Like all great film noir a simple crime that spirals deeper into a city’s under-belly than anyone could imagine. Marvin Acme has been killed, his will is missing, and Roger Rabbit is the only suspect. Our grizzled, frequently drunk and nasty former P.I. must sidestep his ‘toon bigotry and prove that Roger is innocent. Oh, what laughs do we have along the way!

This movie came out when I was a one-year-old, and I feel like I have been watching it all of my life for numerous reasons. As a child I loved the animation. I loved to see the Disney and Warner Brothers characters interacting like some epic crossover that can only happen in the imaginations of young children. The older the got the more I loved it for its adult humor. And now I love it for its dark film noir aspects. Truly, this is great family entertainment. This is from back in the days when family entertainment offered something for everyone and didn’t rely on celebrity voices, ADHD pop culture references, bratty humor and recycled storylines. (I’m looking directly at you Dreamworks!) Who Framed Roger Rabbit is just a great movie.


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A Bug’s Life

Posted : 8 years, 6 months ago on 6 January 2010 12:09 (A review of A Bug's Life)

Not the most essential of the Pixar films for me, but proof that Pixar has provided smart and funny films that someone will love. While I find A Bug’s Life to be good but not great, I know people who love this one the most. And that is what makes Pixar the towering giant for our current animated landscape.

The story is a play off of Aesop’s fable about the ant and the grasshopper, expanding times a hundred. Instead of a singular ant and grasshopper, we have an entire colonies of each. All of the ants look like each other, but slightly different enough to tell who is who. The same can be said of the grasshoppers. This is a testament to the love, time and care put into the project by the animators. But as I was originally saying, the story concerns the ants, led by a Queen (Phyllis Diller) and her two princesses (Julia Louis-Dreyfuss, Hayden Panettiere), who must prepare an offering to the grasshoppers, led by Hopper (Kevin Spacey). Of course there must be a hero, and our everyman-cum-hero is Flik (Dave Foley), the smartest ant in the colony. He’s more prone to inventing wildly imaginative gadgets than doing things proper. And in a grand tradition dating back towards Hercules, Flik must go out into the world and prove his worth by completing a task. This task is to find warriors to fight for the ant colony. And the “warriors” that he finds have always been my favorite thing about the film. the rag-tag group of circus performers are charming, hilarious and adorable. I never knew I could want to hug a caterpillar so much.

It ends exactly how you think it would end, but the animation, humor and characters bring more heart and originality to the story than the story beats. Nothing wrong with that. This is an archetypal storyline, and deviation from the formula would put you into a different movie entirely. There’s room for unique characters and humor in these stories though. That’s how you make them special.

And since this is a Pixar film I must talk more about the gloriously rendered images. The tree at the beginning of the film looks like a real tree! The rain drops that fall on the ant hill might as well have been a blitzkrieg. The circus routines are zany and appropriately kid-friendly. The City looks like Manhattan made out of old soup cans, pieces of trash and other odds-and-ends. Beautiful.

But emotionally this is, for me, not as gripping as the toys of Toy Story, the monsters of Monsters, Inc., the nuclear family of The Incredibles, or the Chaplain-esque robot love story of Wall-E. I found them funny and likable, I loved the animation, but I just didn’t connect with this as I did with the others.


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The Lion King

Posted : 8 years, 6 months ago on 6 January 2010 12:07 (A review of The Lion King)

The Lion King was once the highest grossing animated film of all-time, and Disney considered it a B-team feature during production. Most of the A-level artists and budget went to Pocahontas, which turned out as one of the worst films the studio produced. Perhaps there’s some justice in The Lion King dominating that film, but I am not entirely sold on it being the greatest film of the Renaissance.

 

Oh, it is undoubtedly one of the best. Gloriously animated, the film is alive with bright and vivid colors, epic vistas of the African savannahs, a decrepit elephant graveyard, and an overgrown jungle paradise. The Lion King provides a visual feast, a series of locations as mythic and epic as the story it tells.

 

Essentially Hamlet in Africa, but told with talking animals, The Lion King is perhaps the most mythic and operatic modern Disney film. It borrows liberally from story-telling traditions of the land and monarchy tied together. If the kingdom is prosperous, abundant, and peaceful, then the monarch is beloved and bestowed with the divine. If the kingdom is barren and dying, then a usurper has taken power and corrupted the land with his questionable rule.

 

A sense of divinity runs throughout. The birth of Simba opens the film, and the entire kingdom comes out to bow before the newborn heir to the throne. A light shines from the heavens to bless the cub, bestowing upon him the right to rule. When he returns to the lands to face his past and claim his birthright, the restoration is immediate. Practically all of Disney’s films operate within fairy tale confines, but The Lion King flirts with the grandeur of Shakespeare and divine myths.

 

For all of the pathos and dramatics on display, The Lion King is not without its comedic relief. Timon and Pumbaa, a meerkat and warthog, fill in the roles of traditional comedic sidekicks to the hero, playing like Rosencratz and Guildenstern to Simba’s Hamlet. They provide moments of fourth-wall breaking, and lighten the mood when needed. Timon and Pumbaa are part of a larger ensemble of strong, memorable characters.

 

The best of Disney’s films provide a villain who is pleasing evil and menacing, and Scar, an effete lion with haughty delusions and a jealous streak the size of the Sahara, is all of that. As voiced by Jeremy Irons, Scar is an intellectual who wants the power and the glory of title, but none of the politics and day-to-day tasks. His ego is impressive. But his song has always left me slightly uncomfortable. The vision of hyenas goose-stepping in a children’s film is a bit of cultural iconography appropriation that feels slightly ugly and tone deaf to me.   

 

This points to the major problem with The Lion King – the score is good, but the musical numbers are not. With only two being anything of worth, the rest are just kinda there taking up real estate. “Can You Feel the Love Tonight” is gooey and sappy, “The Circle of Life” is pretty visuals and a plain melody, and “Be Prepared” has another example of a Disney villain caked in green lights and puffs of smoke. Someone should write an essay about this reoccurring visual motif. The only musical numbers that linger in my mind are “Hakuna Matata” and “I Just Can’t Wait to Be King.” “Hakuna Matata” is pure joy, and economically gets us from Simba’s childhood to adulthood through montage. “I Just Can’t Wait to Be King” looks like nothing else in the movie, and it’s all the better for it. The backgrounds turn into Mary Blair looking geometric patterns, and Disney once more borrows from the Busby Berkeley playbook to create large patterns moving in unison. (Most versions of the film now contain a segment called “The Morning Report.” Not a lot can be said about it, as I think it was rightly dropped the first time around and its inclusion is unnecessary.)

 

However, this never takes away heavily from the film. I find the maturity and mythic scope of the film more engrossing and enjoyable than anything else. It’s fun to spend time with these characters, equally moving and frightening, heartbreaking and uplifting. There’s a reason The Lion King is the highest grossing hand-drawn animated film. It’s a story well told, with a game voice cast, and great animation. Yeah, it’s a classic.



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Blonde and Beyond

Posted : 8 years, 6 months ago on 5 January 2010 08:42 (A review of Blonde & Beyond)

Blonde and Beyond is not a greatest hits, a best of or an anthology of any kind. It’s a combination of rarities, live tracks, remixes and demos. If they had dropped the obvious filler of album-track favorites I would have loved it much more. Throw both early demos of “Heart of Glass” (“Once I Had a Love”), their earliest recordings (like “Platinum Blonde”), and a few other disco versions (“Rapture”) and live covers (“Seven Rooms of Gloom”), remove the album-only tracks, and this would have been a great collection. As it stands it offers some wonderful rare moments which have since been recycled for their album reissues and other compilations. All except for the carbon monoxide punk of “Underground Girl,” which proves that Blondie have always been and will always be a garage-rock art-pop band, and the foreign language versions of “Sunday Girl” and “Call Me.” The trashy too-punk-for-words cover of “Bang a Gong (Get It On)” shows that even the proto-punks had a love for a solid dance groove. “Once I Had a Love” grooves along not on the shimmering disco groove it would become, but on something approaching a rock steady/ska beat. And “Poets Problem,” a b-side from the Plastic Letters-era is a wonderful piece of their trashy-pop. Not essential for the non-obsessed, but worth a listen for the die-hards (like myself). DOWNLOAD: “Underground Girl,” “Bang a Gong (Get It On),” “Once I Had a Love”


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Is This It

Posted : 8 years, 7 months ago on 17 December 2009 01:24 (A review of Is This It)

The Strokes’ debut is all at once a combination of the Velvet Underground and Frankenstein-like assembly of the CBGB’s crowd, yet they always sound like themselves and never like they’re pretending. Is This It is a deliciously lo-fi neo-punk classic. Julian Casablancas’ vocals sound like they’ve been recorded in a subway payphone. They’re also shredded, tough and tender. “Last Nite” plays like a Ramones tribute, “Is This It” is slightly Television-esque, “Hard to Explain” bounces along on a nearly Blondie-esque bit of punk-pop. And the entire package is given a grimy sheen that’s reminiscent of White Light/White Heat. It’s no wonder that when they debuted in 2001 they became the indie pin-ups de jour. I remember rushing out to get this right after I heard “Last Nite” for the first time. I still love this record. DOWNLOAD: “Take It or Leave It”


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Heathen

Posted : 8 years, 7 months ago on 17 December 2009 01:23 (A review of Heathen)

Yes, Heathen is probably the best Bowie album since Scary Monsters, but it’s not quite the instant classic that album proved to be. It is, however, a damn good collection of covers and originals. There is no grand character concept, this is probably the most vulnerable and honest Bowie has been on an album, and he is in excellent voice throughout. Pete Townshend’s guest guitar work on “Slow Burn” creates absolute magic. A neo-Bowie classic? Quite possibly. I love the song. And the three covers are amazing, stunning really. “I Would Be Your Slave” is particularly moving to me. I believe that it has something to do with his vocal performance. Same goes for “5.15 the Angels Have Gone.” The way his voice moves up and down and works around the chorus gave me chills the first time I heard it. Heathen does have an overarching concept: in our dark, isolated reality there must be a real connection and higher spiritual awareness out there. Somewhere. Bowie doesn’t need to Ziggy razzle dazzle to keep your attention, he’s managed to do that for decades. Instead, like a great author or filmmaker, he focuses on crafting a subtle, solid, satisfying new work. I found it alluring and enticing on my first listen. I still do. DOWNLOAD: “I Would Be Your Slave”


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Freedom of Choice

Posted : 8 years, 7 months ago on 17 December 2009 01:23 (A review of Freedom of Choice)

Devo’s third album, Freedom of Choice, is still a hyper-caffeinated, jittery, nerdy art-punk sci-fi shlock party, but it’s got more pop song craft grafted on. It works and creates an exciting and highly influential New Wave document. Freedom of Choice effectively works as a second volume greatest hits selection after their debut, Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo!.

Everyone knows the big singles: “Whip It,” “Gates of Steel,” “Girl U Want,” and the title song, but every cut on this record is aces. I love the keyboard-and-synthesizer stomp intro on “It’s Not Right” as much as the video game noises of “Snowball” and the riotous punk drum-and-keyboard loop of “Ton O’ Luv.” If the first album was all about devolutionary theories and yellow jumpsuits then this album is all about red flowerpot hats and disconnected sexual relationships and Cold War paranoia. “Cold War” summarizes the entire theory behind the album in a robotic dance party. But let’s talk about the singles for a minute. “Freedom of Choice” is steeped in irony and social angst. “Whip It” can be read in a few different lights, but I’ll always think of it as an android’s S&M tryst (much of that has to do with the video). And, of course, my favorite Devo song: “Girl U Want.” A giddy account of teenage love which sounds like it has been processed by a Mac. Next to their cover of “Satisfaction,” I can think of no more perfect a synthesis of their human desires/robotic delivery dynamic.

I thought that they sounded like robots who just wanted to dance and sneer like punks on their debut, but this takes into an entirely new level of computer programmed, machine made futurism that makes the debut seem like singer-songwriter confessionalism. That’s not a swipe at the band, it’s why I adore their music and nerdy glory.

I firmly believe that Devo is an underrated and underappreciated band. Their ironic detachment and angular approach to music has always interested and inspired me. This is probably the album that formed the casual listener’s ideas about the band, their music and ideology. And that is not a bad thing. This is a great album. DOWNLOAD: “Girl U Want”


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Blank Generation: The Birth of Punk

Posted : 8 years, 7 months ago on 17 December 2009 01:21 (A review of The Blank Generation)

Blank Generation: The Birth of Punk is an exciting film for me to watch as someone who has grown up with much of this music since I was in utero. Once, and only once, my family took a trip to New York City. I wore a Blondie t-shirt that I found in a vintage shop in Melrose. I begged and pleaded with my parents to take my CBGB’s. I didn’t have to go inside, just seeing the outside and taking pictures was enough for me. I even dubbed it my holy pilgrimage since the alternative rock music that I love so dearly was sprung from the head of that club. I was never able to go, but Blank Generation has allowed to me to take a trip inside. I am eternally thankful.

I love that a film about a music genre so fully birthed by the underground art community refuses to play it safe. Anyone expecting a normal concert documentary, like, oh I don’t know, Woodstock need look elsewhere. The film infamously uses grainy black and white 8mm footage and overlays it with live recordings or demo tapes. The sound and vision often have nothing to do with one another. That is highly punk rock. In fact, it’s best to not think of this as a documentary. An art instillation could work, or perhaps a video scrapbook? Whichever you prefer.

I just wish that Suicide got some love as well, but it’s fantastic to see the New York Dolls, the first of the group to have any kind of ‘success,’ included in the proceedings. It’s also great to see that the ‘punk rock’ movement included wildly different sounds. You can’t tell me that the Ramones, Blondie, Patti Smith, Television, Talking Heads and Wayne County have anything sonically similar with each other besides being rough around the edges and different from what was popular at the time. And God bless them for it.

Seeing Patti Smith just starting isn’t very jarring, just update the wardrobe and she’s still the same. But seeing a trio version of the Talking Heads is. Same goes for seeing the original four Ramones, which has more to do with the fact that three of them have now passed on then how much their look updated over the years. Naturally since Debbie Harry is involved, she remains the most beautiful image in the entire film with her Cleopatra makeup, purposefully bad dye job and bored Nico-like stare. But Jimmy Destri pops up shirtless and Richard Hell appears at the very end – they were the closest things that punk rock ever had to pin-up boys. At least, I think so. I also love the ending roll call where every band’s name is spelled out on a leather jacket. How fitting.

I realize that much of this review has been from the point-of-view of someone who idolizes this specific movement, these specific performers and this specific sound/look/ideology. But I am probably the target audience for this. I get it, I understand it so instinctively that I can’t help but love it. I am such a pretender to their effortless cool that this allows me to have a brief glimpse into mid-70s underground avant-garde rock scene.


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