Wednesday, February 2, 2011

127 Hours (Runtime 93 Minutes)


  What the WHAT. This is a movie based on a true story, about a man who went hiking by himself, then in some freak accident of nature, got his hand caught between a boulder and a cave wall and eventually to escape he had to CUT HIS ARM OFF. Hello, my worst nightmare ever. Let's start giving credit where credit is due, director Danny Boyle (Slumdog Millionare) and actor James Franco (if you don't know who he is, find a computer or something) prove that they are both huge forces in their respective fields. This movie accomplishes the incredible and daunting task of producing an engaging, entertaining and well made movie that basically consists of one scene. I mean, about twelve minutes into the movie he gets stuck. Sooo....he's stuck. I mean imagine pitching that:

"So, I wanna do this movie, it's this guy who has his arm stuck and he can't move"
"He's stuck? What do you mean he's stuck?"
"Like his arm is pinned down, he's stuck he can't move"
"Are there other people around him?"
"No, he's in a cave"
"What?"
"He was hiking by himself, so he's in this cave alone"
"So what this is like a short or an independent project?"
"No, it'll be a full length, feature film"
"...."

See how crazy?? But lemme tell you, they (Franco & Boyle) blow it out of the water. The movie is SO compelling that not only was I on the literal edge of my seat, and I bit all my nails off (an unfortunate habit that my mother abhors)  I became one of those crazy people who talks during the movie, reacting to things as they are happening. In my mind for those minutes it was as if I magically solved the time space continuum and could with my utterances of "oh shit oh shit close the water. Just close the nalgene, it's going to fall. FUCK" somehow save James Franco, and in turn the real Aron Ralston. They were whispers though, don't worry, my movie etiquette is top notch. There's not really much more to say, even knowing what happens (in the six minutes his arm wasn't stuck during the movie, I kept trying to predict when it would happen, he would be walking touching all the rocks and my mind was going, "Don't do that. Don't do that, put your hands in your pockets") doesn't take anything away from the tension the film creates. It was basically akin to having an adrenaline rush for 93 minutes from doing nothing, from sitting in a chair eating popcorn. Incredible.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

The Truth of This Grit Was Somewhat In Question




It is not to say that this movie was bad, only that it did not hold up its own end of the bargain. When I entered the film house to view this movie I thought I was going to be watching a revenge western, something akin to the smushing together of No Country For Old Men and There Will Be Blood. There were many high quality actors billed to the film, and the story looked to be compelling. However, as more time bore on, especially the time that took place  at the end of the movie, I hitched up my pants in quiet confusion and left the theatre with a befuddled look upon my face.

There is good acting, do not get me wrong, Jeff Bridges either remained in a state of intoxication throughout the whole film or an incredibly good actor. Matt Damon far from his days as a gifted janitor strikes a unique balance of manly feminine charm as a Texas Ranger and seems to have an unspoken affinity for the other star of the picture, a fourteen year old spitfire. This odd relationship takes an odd route through the course of the film and results in many curious endeavors, most notably a spanking LaBouef (Damon) may have taken a mite too much pleasure in. The pint sized heroine, Mattie Ross (Hailee Steinfeld) who is merely trying to avenge her fathers death, looks for brawn for hire in the town where he father was murdered, and settles on a mean marshall (Bridges) only to discover that there is another man already on the job. This unlikely pairing, remains unlikely because the two gentlemen quickly discover they cannot ride together and split up to pursue the same goal separately, a fellow named Tom Chaney (played by Josh Brolin, second only to the villain he played in 2008 in the film W.).

Mattie of course imposes herself onto the self-proclaimed lone wolf Marshall, Rooster Cogburn, for what seems like the umpteenth time she has asserted her will and gotten her way in the film. Her bossy way of speaking without contractions (that second descriptor applies to everyone in the film) becomes slightly endearing as time passes, but in the beginning, merely paints her as an unlikable and annoying child whom has too high an opinion of her own smarts and too low a supply of adults to put her in her place.

The journey to find Tom Chaney is an interesting one, full of the deep woodsy confessions that only being alone with others in the outdoors can extract from a man. Some particular scenes of violence emerge, of a caliber I was not anticipating. There is the murder of two men in a cabin and also the discovery and later cutting down of a hanged man in a tree. The three characters after Chaney; Mattie, Rooster and LaBouef act like stubborn tributaries, constantly coming together and separating only to come together once more in their shared pursuit.

At the conclusion of this venture, an outcome of which I will not divulge, the movie then fastforwards many years into the future and concludes with a jarring last scene, that like the rare cross-germinated plum on an apple tree, simply did not fit in. Upon his invitation, a much older Mattie Ross, who shares little to no physical features with her portrayed childhood self, goes to visit the old Marshall in his new home, the traveling circus, where he performs feats of bravado for strangers and money. Abruptly, she is told that he is dead. She visits his grave and has a brief overview of her life, mostly that she has chosen to remain unmarried, then the audience is greeted by the scrolling of the credits. This odd encapsulation in my mind does much to negate and obfuscate the work that the previous two hours of action did, and leaves the viewer in, as aforementioned, somewhat of a befuddled state. Maybe the light of this Coen genius will shine on me in the future and I will awake to the cinematic glory that this movie has been hailed as, but for the time being, I will say that I did not care for the direction of the film, nor for its ending. However I have much respect for the participant parties and did enjoy myself for the greater middle portion of the movie.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Tron Sucked


Um, where to even start. This movie was honestly so bad. You know I had hoped that Avatar was a one time thing that didn't set off a chain reaction of movies that are visually compelling but lacking in literally every other category (such as plot, character development and dialogue; you know unimportant things in movies like that) But between two movies I just saw in previews (Transformers: Dark of the Moon- WTF,  a movie about people trapped in a cave by someone too talented to be making it) and this little gem right here, it would seem that my hopes have been misplaced.

If I hadn't literally seen True Grit hours before I watched this, my opinion of Jeff Bridges would have taken a little bit of a nosedive. Watching him argue inarticulately with a sort of Benjamin Button ageless form of himself was actually painful, the times when it wasn't mind numbingly boring.  For people who suffered head injuries in the near to recent past and didn't grasp the plot of this movie from the thirty second commercials that were everywhere for about a four month period, basically, there is a video game Jeff Bridges created and is now stuck in, and his son goes in to get him, after growing up thinking he abandoned him. How sad. To say that this movie is predictable is like saying that a homeless person in New York in the winter is "uncomfortable." At about eight minutes into the movie it's clear that everyone's goal is to get through the portal (back to the real world). Then they....get through the portal. There are approximately four cool scenes in the movie, mainly the ones that revolve around panoramic scene shots, and involve no characters or dialogue. If you pay money to see this movie, which I don't really recommend doing, you should go all the way and do 3D. I honestly don't know what would compel anyone to watch this movie if it weren't for the special effects, but I saw Step Up 3 in 2D, (and enjoyed myself) so I think my opinion is somewhat compromised in this matter.

Back to Tron! I mean, there's not much more to say. Honestly, everyone keeps talking about how cool it looks, but really, it's just like what the world would look like if the sun was a blacklight and everyone's house was a nightclub. Watching Tron I felt like I was out on Friday night, there was electronic dance music playing and I couldn't see anything, but I wasn't drunk, wasn't dancing and wasn't having fun.  Also I was wearing glasses.

There were three good parts to this movie, the fight/car scenes when Garrett Hedlund (look out for him in Four Brothers!) is in the game before they realize he's a "user" (that's another thing- they tried to have all this cool Tron lingo, but all of it was really too intuitive to be cool. "Programs" are the things that exist inside the game. Imagine that. And the people who play the game are "users"). The second cool thing is this ONE funny line in the entire movie, when Jeff Bridges and his son played by Garrett (Sam, which is the most generic son name anyone could ever have besides Jake) are talking about what terrible shape the world is in, and Sam is numerating, "The ice caps are melting, there's war in the middle east, the Lakers Celtics rivalry..." I think someone behind me in the theatre woke up to chuckle at this, then went back to sleep. The third and final good thing about this movie was Olivia Wilde. For those of us who have been fans of hers since she was potentially a lesbian on the O.C, this was a good little movie for her. She wore the skintight blacksuit well, and had an interesting asymmetrical haircut that I was a huge fan of. You even can't blame her for the trainwreck romance between her & Sam she clearly was forced into, even in the last scene when she and Sam are back in the real world (OH NO I RUINED IT) and he takes her on his motorcycle, and they ride off while watching a sunrise. Because of course before she asked him what the sun was like.  I'm not joking, that was the last scene of the movie, the two of them riding off into the sunset. The only thing that was missing was a female vocalist from the 90's singing while the fade to black then started the credits.

Oh well. Everyone who spends money on this is movie is in my mind split into two groups, people that should have seen The Fighter and people who should have seen Tangled. Yikes.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

The King's Speech (Impediment)


The King's Speech is a movie starring Colin Firth, Helena Bonham Carter and Geoffrey Rush. It is about King George VI and his battle with the contradictory nature of his predicament, possession of both a stammer, and a public position that requires him to publicly address an entire nation through radio broadcasts during a time of stress for the country. 

Set in the cavernous and looming rooms of palaces to further highlight his daunting task, The King's Speech is beautifully shot. In particular, the early scenes of his speech therapy with Geoffrey Rush, "Lionel" are very visually compelling. This film is also incredibly funny, the comedic timing of the three main actors renders many otherwise average lines humorous. 

The interesting power dynamics at work throughout the film deepen the characters, for the relationships we are following begin when Colin is merely the Duke of York, then continue through his kingship. Helena Bonham Carter as his wife, Queen Elizabeth, is particularly excellent. Actually, the three main actors all do incredibly in terms of creating and bringing to life  characters people feel like they know. The movie itself however is a little long, and the pacing drags a bit. Some of the scenes feel extraneous, or if not entirely unnecessary, too long by a significant amount of time, something I would blame on editing that isn't disciplined enough. 

Overall, definitely one to see, however don't go to the theatre tired. 

Saturday, December 25, 2010

The Eye Wasn't As Corny(a) As I Expected It To Be


Recently, I bought The Eye, mainly because it was 5 dollars and because I love Jessica Alba without parallel. But not blindly. I know a shitty movie when I see it, even if I love one of its protagonists (Love Guru comes to mind but there are more, Good Luck Chuck isn't winning any awards anytime soon). However, I decided to give this one a shot, it's based on a japanese movie which usually works out well.

Jessica Alba plays Sydney, a blind violinist who hasn't been able to see since she was five. But because of technology (wooo technology!) she can now get a corneal transplant. So she does this, and can now see! But she starts to see scary visions mainly involving fire and freaky ghost children. So she selfishly makes her eye therapist (who is of course in love with her) risk his license, finding out who the donor was and taking her to MEXICO so she can talk to the girl's mother about her dead daughter, while looking into the eyes of her buried child. But surprisingly, this works out well for all parties. I'm not going to ruin the ending, but this movie was well-acted by Alba, however it was a little bit of a one note bird. It's a good note though.

I like the ending, it's not too feel-good fairy tale. It's a good little movie, especially if you're not REALLY into scary movies, because it is scary, but not filled with cheap scare tactics and unnecessary gore the way some of these "movies" being made nowadays are. CoughTexasChainsawMassacrecough.

Also MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Oh Hey Darren

                    BLACKSWANBLACKSWANBLACKSWANBLACKSWANBLACKSWAN

Okay so I just watched Black Swan with my family. This movie is a tumultuous little ride of emotion, at times it can seem like a cheap/bad horror movie at other times, a well made "psycho-sexual thriller" (what does that even mean, and why is everyone so addicted to saying it?) For those of you who have been living under a stupid rock, this movie is about a ballerina, Natalie Portman, who desperately wants to be featured more in the ballet company she is in. When the new production of Swan Lake is announced she of course wants the role of the Swan Princess, but according to the head of the company, Tomas, she lacks the duality and sexuality needed to dance the role of the black swan, as well as the white.

Between her crazy overbearing and potentially sexually abusive (?) mother (Barbara Hershey) and the new sexy young thang in the company, (Mila Kunis) Nina (Portman) has a verifiable cornucopia of choices for her night plans; stay in getting her nails clipped rather bloodily, eating cake and scratching herself while her mom  paints endless portraits of her and lives vicariously through her, or go out, do ecstasy, make out with a few guys in a sheer black tank top and eventually have an intense lesbian sex scene.

But not only does Nina not know if she is a lesbian, she doesn't know if she's crazy either! Throughout the film she continues to see copies of herself walking around. However if I looked like Natalie Portman, I would want to see myself everywhere too, so I don't know if that really verifies that she's crazy.

Winona Ryder sneaks her way into this film as a jilted "little princess," the last favorite of Tomas, until she gets too old and has to be cast aside, as is the way in the cutthroat world of surrealist ballet, as we all know. She also gets hit by a car (accidentally intentionally or pushed, we never find out) but of the couple times Nina visits her in the hospital, during one, she shoves a nail file into her face repeatedly, so look forward to that.

This film really is great, Aronofsky has proven himself time and time again to be a storyteller of great vision, especially for the very corporeal subsets of society (drug addicts in Requiem, wrestlers in The Wrestler, and cancer patients in The Fountain) which now includes ballerinas. I'm looking forward to his next film about circus performers, because I feel like it's coming.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Things We Lost in the Fire



This is a beautiful film starring Halle Berry, Benicio del Toro and, (even though his character dies in the first 10 minutes of the movie) David Ducohvny.

It is a very beautifully done piece about heroin addiction and survival from all things. The characters and the film is presented in a very realistic manner, shots are slow and wide, there is no quick cutting around, as a viewer, you stay with the people and the story for a very long time and soak it in. Following in the naturalism vein, none of the characters wear any facial makeup. This is notable especially on Berry, who is obviously still gorgeous, but this lack of cover allows her acting to come from deep down and lets the audience see that depth. It seems at times as if she is acting from her pores, it's so ingrained. Del Toro also benefits from this choice, as an addict, he looks honestly awful most of the time. But this makes the progression over the course of the film more powerful.

The complicated narrative is also served by this simplistic presentation, the audience is often lulled into a plotline only to realize it belatedly with a jolt at the exact moment of realization for the characters. This creates an added empathy between viewer and character.

The movie also is presented in an interesting mix between past and present, which again, in an ancillary way, adds to the beautiful pace and unfolding of the film.

The movie strays from overly dramatic renderings of drug use and cliched plotlines. All that is left is beautiful acting, a ringing true story, and the serene yet memorable visuals.