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woensdag 14 december 2016
Today's Review: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story
Hollywood wordt verweten te teren op de nostalgische onderbuik van haar publiek. Populaire franchises worden teruggebracht naar hun basis met zoveel mogelijk knipogen naar vroeger. Uiteraard mag Star Wars, de moeder aller fanfranchises, niet aan het herkauwlijstje ontbreken, terwijl de reeks tegelijkertijd klaargestoomd wordt voor de toekomstige generatie. Disney lost die tegenstrijdigheid op door zich in de eigenlijke 'Episodes', ondanks de aanwezigheid van oudgedienden, vooral te richten op wat komen gaat, terwijl in de 'Anthology' serie juist de oudere fan zijn hart kan ophalen bij nieuwe verhalen over oude situaties. Rogue One geeft geslaagd de aftrap met één grote nostalgietrip naar het allereerste uur van de ruimtesage, het getouwtrek om die wapenplannen.
De afloop is bekend, maar dat mag de pret niet drukken. Hoe het de Death Star uiteindelijk verging is niet van belang, wel hoe het onding tot stand kwam en hoeveel moeite de Rebellen moesten doen om de bouwplannen te bemachtigen. Spil in dit relaas is de getroebleerde Jyn Erso, die door het verzet wordt geronseld in een speurtocht naar haar vader. Zoals ook voor Luke gold, kampt Jyn met flinke 'daddy issues'. Papa Erso werd destijds met geweld van haar ontrukt door kwade Keizerlijke genius Krennic, die zijn technologisch vernuft benutte voor de verwezenlijking van zijn droom des doods. Geplaagd door zijn geweten probeert de ongelukkige echter de opstandelingen van vitale kennis te voorzien. Reden genoeg voor de norse rebellenkapitein Andor om samen met Jyn de waarheid achter de Death Star te achterhalen. Tegen haar zin in, want ze zit niet te wachten op een hernieuwde kennismaking met zowel het verzet als haar vaderlief.
Gareth Edwards blijkt de juiste keuze voor de regiestoel van Rogue One, nadat hij hiervoor met succes Godzilla heruitvond op een wijze die recht deed aan diens verleden, maar fris genoeg was voor het heden. Hij overgoot het reuzenreptiel met een intrigerend duister sausje en doet nu hetzelfde met Star Wars, want de helden in Rogue One zijn lang zo heldhaftig niet. De kersverse Rebellenalliantie moet haar draai als vrijheidsstrijders nog vinden, vooral de methodes die haar afzetten tegen de onderdrukker die zij bestrijdt. Andor is bijvoorbeeld niet te beroerd om pardoes een paniekerige informant uit de weg te ruimen. Dat zijn eigenlijke missie hem kaarsrecht tegenover zijn beschermeling Jyn plaatst, is al gauw duidelijk en zorgt voor het nodige vuurwerk tussen de onvrijwillige bondgenoten. Op hun eerste trip kruisen zij het pad van een fanatieke rebellenleider wiens werkwijze te grof was voor de Alliantie. De manier waarop zijn gesluierde aanhangers in een drukke woestijnstad achteloos hun tegenstanders te lijf gaan, zal onder Edwards geen toevallige parallel met de brandhaarden in het Midden-Oosten vormen. Het is aan Jyn om de rebellie op diens eerste grote missie om te vormen tot een coherent geheel van goeieriken, zoals we die kennen uit de originele trilogie.
Het siert Edwards dat Rogue One voorzien is van volwassen morele diepgang en bovengemiddelde karakteruitdieping in wat feitelijk een onvervalste oorlogsfilm is, maar nooit verliest hij de pure lol uit het oog die Star Wars zo kenmerkt. Dankzij het bonte samenraapsel aan personages - waaronder een Keizerlijke overloper, een blinde Force-adept, een lekker cynische droid - en hun overtuigende onderlinge chemie, vormt de film een weergaloos avontuur vol exotische locaties en humoristische terzijdes. Het plezier dat de cast, van de stoere heldin tot de vilein schmierende schurk, beleeft, spat zichtbaar van het scherm. Kleine misstappen, zoals het gemakzuchtig snel heen en weer schakelen tussen diverse locaties in het begin van de film, zijn daardoor makkelijk te vergeven. En hoewel Jyns aanhoudend pleidooi voor de kracht van hoop wat geforceerd overkomt, stoort het nergens. Het hinten naar 'nieuwe hoop' is immers slechts één van vele verwijzingen naar de originele trilogie die het nostalgische gevoel van Rogue One zo aanstekelijk maken.
Want hoewel voor iedereen onderhoudend, is Rogue One een feest van herkenning voor de fans. Het respect dat Edwards en zijn kompanen voor vooral Episode IV koesteren, is in elk shot voelbaar. Herkenbare sets, muziek, dialoog en cameo's van allerhande oude personages worden een dikke twee uur lang over ons uitgestort, waarbij een gevoel van nodeloze uitpersing der klassieken zich nimmer opdringt. We vergeven zelfs het gemis van de iconische openingstitels. Rogue One is overduidelijk een product van liefde. En natuurlijk een visueel genot. X-Wings en Star Destroyers, maar ook nieuwe voertuigen, vliegen ons om de oren en de Death Star zelf zag er nog nooit zo glorieus uit. Het spektakel was gegarandeerd, maar voelt met de puike cast en dito regie haast meeslepender dan ooit. Bovendien hoeft de film geen frustrerende overkoepelende mysteries voor latere delen op te bouwen, waartoe The Force Awakens was veroordeeld. Rogue One is geen schaamteloze uitmelking van onze nostalgie, maar Edwards' liefdesbrief aan de fans, waartoe hij klaarblijkelijk ook zichzelf rekent.
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maandag 14 november 2016
Today's Review: Arrival
Toen de Canadese cineast Denis Villeneuve tekende voor de regie van het langverwachte vervolg op de sciencefictionklassieker Blade Runner bracht dat nieuws toch een frons op het voorhoofd van vele genrefans teweeg. Villeneuve heeft weliswaar een aantal bijzonder geslaagde, grimmige thrillers op zijn naam staan, maar had nog geen ervaring met scifi. Het is nu aan Arrival om die aarzeling bij de genreliefhebbers weg te nemen. De film zal weinig moeite hebben daarin te slagen, want hij toont aan dat Villeneuve zeer goed in staat is een intelligent en enerverend staaltje wetenschapsfictie af te leveren. Arrival mag zonder schroom bijgezet worden in het rijtje beste sciencefictionfilms van de laatste tien jaar.
De 'aankomst' in kwestie behelst een twaalftal intimiderend grote ruimteschepen die zich volkomen onverwachts aandienen op schijnbaar lukrake locaties verspreid over de hele aardbol. De paniek is groots, want het buitenaardse bezoek plaatst de positie van de mens in het universum in een nieuw daglicht. Het is Villeneuve echter niet te doen om de Grote Vragen, hij zoekt antwoorden op kleinere schaal. Te beginnen met simpele vragen als 'wie zijn jullie?' en 'wat willen jullie hier?'. Het is aan linguïste Louise Banks om samen met een schietgraag militair apparaat en wantrouwende overheidsagenten, antwoorden uit de aliens te krijgen. Dat is een zware opgave, want de bezoekers hebben fysiek noch taalkundig iets met de mens gemeen. Bovendien kampt Louise met haar eigen sores, geplaagd door rouw over haar verloren dochter.
De kwestie omtrent communicatie met buitenaardse wezens is natuurlijk niet nieuw voor het genre, getuige titels als Close Encounters of the Third Kind en Contact. Arrival tilt het communicatiethema echter naar een hoger niveau door het volledig centraal te zetten. Villeneuve geeft een boeiend lesje taalkunde door diep in te gaan op de vraag wat communicatie nu precies inhoudt. Als de aliens een vraag gesteld wordt, zijn ze dan bijvoorbeeld überhaupt wel bekend met het concept 'vraag'? Louise moet bij de absolute basis beginnen om de bezoekers de grondbeginselen van de menselijke taal te onderwijzen, terwijl het haar in respons niet makkelijk gemaakt wordt met het buitenaardse schrift, dat bestaat uit in de lucht getekende cirkelvormige pictogrammen die even snel verschijnen als verdwijnen. Slechts een langzaam proces tot wederzijds begrip overbrugt beide partijen, maar uiteraard kan de gemiddelde mens, laat staan het leger, niet het benodigde geduld opbrengen in het aangezicht van het volslagen onbekende. Zoals meestal geldt in het genre is de angstige mensheid haar eigen ergste vijand.
Villeneuve weeft zo stof tot nadenken moeiteloos samen met de spanning van een tikkende klok. Wie vreest dat de ellenlange beslommeringen over communicatie leiden tot een saaie kijkervaring heeft het mis, want Louises race tegen de tijd, haar strijd tegen de vooroordelen van haar soortgenoten, doet nauwelijks onder voor Villeneuves vorige thrillers. Amy Adams draagt daar effectief haar steentje aan bij in de rol van Louise. Ze houdt uitstekend het midden tussen introvert en openstaand, tussen getekend door verlies en gedreven door hoop. Haar tegenspeler Jeremy Renner komt minder overtuigend uit de verf als natuurkundige, een rol die hem niet zo ligt als de actieheld die we van hem gewend zijn. Desondanks heeft het duo toch voldoende chemie om ons bij de taalles te houden. Gelukkig maar, want taal is hier alles voor Villeneuve, met vergaande gevolgen voor het verloop van de film. Taal is niet slechts communicatie tussen partijen, zo stelt Arrival. Ze is bovenal een uitwisseling van ideeën en verruiming van de geest om tot nieuw inzicht te komen. Dat kan de mensheid goed gebruiken, maar naast de wetenschappers staan weinig mensen in de film ervoor open. Miscommunicatie leidt tot misverstanden, en misverstanden lopen snel uit in gewapend conflict als diverse landen geweld tegen de bezoekers verkiezen boven verdere tijdrovende pogingen tot dialoog.
Want voor taalbegrip is tijd nodig, stelt de filosofie van Arrival. Die samenhang tussen het linguïstische en het temporele vormt de meest originele invalshoek van de film, die borg staat voor een immense plottwist die ongetwijfeld niet iedereen zal bekoren, maar door Villeneuve met voldoende overredingskracht wordt gebracht om ermee weg te komen. Een vergelijking met Interstellar, dat zich eveneens kenmerkte door het beschrijven van een vergelijkbare cirkel tussen het grootse universum en een kleinschalig mensenleven, dringt zich op, maar Arrival wordt niet getekend door overdreven bombast. Spektakel is hier sowieso opzettelijk ondervertegenwoordigd, want voor Villeneuve is sciencefiction nog steeds hoofdzakelijk het overbrengen van intelligente concepten die tot nadenken uitnodigen. Daarbij komt hij bovendien opmerkelijk hoopvoller uit de hoek dan in zijn vorige werk, ondanks een wat zoetsappige, te uitleggerige ontknoping. De meest optimistisch boodschap komt nog het duidelijkst over: hij weet van wanten in het sciencefictiongenre, dus dat vervolg op Blade Runner is heus in goede handen.
zaterdag 10 oktober 2015
Today's Review: The Visit: An Alien Encounter
Some reviewing has been done again:
The Visit: An Alien Encounter - recensie
Aliens visiting our Earth: it can happen, you know?
This is without a doubt a very intriguing premise, but the end result leaves something to be desired. Blame it on the approach, stemming from the lack of archive material to cover, since The Visit: An Alien Encounter revolves around an event that hasn't happened yet and might not ever happen at all. Of course, some dramatization is required when there's little else to show but talking heads. Director Michael Madsen (not the American actor of the same name) opts for an enactment of a possible visit by extraterrestrials, but one that does not show said visitors so as to keep it a complete mystery what they look might like, since we are not likely to find out any time soon. The result is only one side of the visit in question is shown, and it's our own. Which fits the conclusion that whatever else, aliens arriving on our planet will first and foremost be a human affair.
First contact will change the way we look at ourselves. Whatever the visitors may look like - similar to humans or something far from it, something so devoid of human characteristics or even traits of other life forms that share our planet - they will place a mirror in front of us as to the questions of our expectations of the unknown, our control or lack thereof over the unknown, and the resulting dealing with the unknown in ways that are all too human. Fear, a very likely scenario, is a prime human condition Madsen addresses, which is why the governments that prepare for 'The Visit' would hope to keep it a quite affair, rather than a public one, considering the ways the public responds are more than likely to be far from calm and orderly. But however controlled those governments plan to keep things, there's so many possibilities provided by our complete lack of knowing what's coming (or what is not coming at all) that control itself is ever an illusion.
What's left out of the equation is wonder. Most of the scientists interviewed for this film are so busy delving into the ramifications of the visitors' arrival for humankind that they don't tend to pause and wonder over the eventual happening itself. The very fact that this may actually come to pass, in the distant or even close future. You can't really blame them, as they're sitting opposite a camera, addressing the audience as if they were the visitor and are asked to state the first questions regarding their field expertise that enter their minds considering the subject. And then they turn out the dutiful experts indeed. Though it makes for a scientifically intriguing and philosophically appropriate film, it's not the most inspiring one. Madsen hopes to hold off any stale science talk and lack of pace by adding a bit of action in a recreation of The Visit, complete with frightened mobs and charging soldiers, but his stylistic choices of extreme slow motion give it all an overly sensational and exaggerated feeling. Once again, blame it on the absence of actual extraterrestrials to point the camera at.
The Visit: An Alien Encounter is an ambitious and fascinating documentary on paper, but in actuality can't hold off moments of feeling tedious. Nevertheless, the point is well made: if there's aliens coming, be prepared for everything. Some of our governments and scientists certainly are.
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zondag 8 maart 2015
Today's News: Machines, martial arts and alien invasions
Ordinary week in terms of news, with nothing mindblowing to report. Just a few tidbits like these:
Nieuwe trailer Ex Machina
This film is growing on me in terms of anticipation, though I remain skeptical (just not as strongly as I was initially). The fact it was chosen as the opening film of the upcoming 31st Imagine Film Festival makes it score some points, since those folks don't just pick the first genre film that comes their way for that honour. This second trailer also indicates this is more than just a repeat of last year's The Machine, and that it may actually be a better film as well (hence this receiving a theatrical release in the Netherlands, while The Machine sadly did not). However, any bits of ingenuity seem to be found mostly in execution rather than innovation, since this trailer makes no mistake this is again a movie about a robot gone bad, which has been done countless time since the Fifties got that ball rolling. It's the way in which the artificial intelligence goes awry that makes it more distinct. This AI appears to get under your skin on an emotional and sexual level, rather than by its mental superiority (though the fact it utilizes such basic human instincts against its creators goes to tell something about its intellectual capabilities as well). Of course, that too is an age old theme (Metropolis, for example), just not applied as often. I wonder what this machine's ultimate goal will be. Surely it won't be something as grand as world domination, since we already have Avengers: Age of Ultron to remind us of some other reaons why we should never fully trust our technological innovations.
Nieuwe Trailer Avengers: Age of Ultron
Speak of the devil, that particular anti-robot film got a new trailer this week as well. Promises to be quite the superhero spectacle, but we already knew as much. The particular preview shines a bit more light on the motivations of the main antagonist. Save the world by killing the human race, it appears. That's one way to do it, sure. The easy way out, which makes for twodimensional baddies and clear-cut black versus white conflict. But hey, it worked on the first Avengers movie just fine. If you want an ingenious story, you know better than to look for it in this type of flick. This is all about fun characters and explosive action. First film showed both elements are in ample supply from this creative team and so it continues to work its merry magic for this second installment. There's plenty of Joss Whedon type humour to be found here, especially centred around the characters interacting. They just don't like each other all that much but they're sort of stuck with one another, and it makes for relatable scenes of humanity amidst all the superhero shenanigans. Just how the new characters relate to the old guard remains to be seen. It appears debutantes Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch are somehow involved with Ultron initially, which is not that surprising since they're supposed to start off as bad guys themselves. As for Vision, quickly thrown in at the end of the trailer (and probably the film proper, too), he's no doubt the anti-Ultron AI, reminding us that not all technology is evil. Considering all the technophobia recently running rampant in the movies, there's a positive message for a change. After all, if we're gonna save the world, we'll need some technology to make it happen.
Eerste casting Independence Day 2 onthuld
And if it isn't evil robots, we'll need to save our planet from extraterrestrials with sinister intentions, too. A bunch of all-American heroes did so nearly 20 years ago, and since Hollywood never forgot the financial benefits involved then, they'll have to do so once more. But will audiences pay to see them do just that once more? It's not like we know the story is gonna be anything but repetitive. Everybody knows there's gonna be more aliens out for our planet and some dudes have to get together and kick their asses, the American way. It would be a huge surprise to everybody if there was anything more to it than that, but that's not gonna happen for sure. The suits behind this film obviously want to play it safe, so they're going with the same characters as before, and if they can't get them because the actors don't feel like doing the exact same thing (good for them), they'll want the next best thing. So Jeff Goldblum is back (which I don't mind since I like him) and Bill Pullman likely is as well. Will Smith thought he could make better use of his time (doing After Earth 2 or stuff), so they cast somebody else to play his son, to literally follow in his father's footsteps. Are we glad they didn't opt for Jaden Smith, that would have been a huge turn-off for everybody that still hopes this will be any good. Jaden is probably too involved with the likes of After Earth 2 as well. In case Pullman passes on the project after all, they got Liam Hemsworth ready to go as his character's son-in-law. Apparently the point ID4 2 tries to make is that heroism specifically runs in the family, rather than running in everyone. As for making good movies, we'll find out sooner or later, whether we want to or not. Or we can try and ignore this project altogether and just get our anti-alien fix from watching the first film again.
Biopic Bruce Lee in de maak
I've honestly never seen a Bruce Lee picture. That doesn't mean I'm not interested in watching a picture about the man himself. But don't give me any of that 'only his relatives know what he was all about, so everybody else can't make a good biopic' crap. That's directly stating 'we're cashing in on the memory of our father' to my mind. It's not like there's no books written or documentaries made about the martial arts legend that involved thorough researching of all the documented facts, including earlier testimony from those same relatives. Of course the previous biopics got some facts wrong, that's a simple biopic staple. It's very likely a biopic made by his descendants is bound to turn some actual events around just as easily, if not more so. You think they'll address the negative aspects of the man's life (and there's bound to be some of those, especially taking his early demise into account) in any objective way? Yeah, that's gonna happen... I tend to be much more skeptical about biopics that do involve the direct family because a certain degree of subjectivity is unavoidable. And I figure the same thought applies to many people. I just don't think that many people will bother to concern themselves with the people behind the production of such biopics. To be quite honest: who really cares as long as the movie is good? If it isn't, at least we'll know who to blame for tarnishing Bruce Lee's memory.
maandag 16 juni 2014
Today's Review: Edge of Tomorrow
Edge
of Tomorrow: ***/*****, or 6/10
Remember
Oblivion? Odd question, considering the meaning of the word,
but chances are good you don't. It was a rather poor Sci-Fi
blockbuster released last year, in which mankind has left the planet
after a devastating war with an alien force, and now Tom Cruise is
harvesting the last few natural resources. Or so he thinks, as things
are not what they appear to be. Apart from Cruise, the movie
co-starred Tom Cruise as several clones of the protagonist. That
didn't save the movie from becoming overly convoluted. A cynic might
be inclined to think Edge of Tomorrow repeats Oblivion's
many mistakes, and he or she would not be fully wrong. Edge of
Tomorrow, too, has a rather messy plot involving aliens in which
Tom Cruise dies multiple times, at which point Tom Cruise takes over.
However, Edge of Tomorrow utilizes a more tongue-in-cheek
approach to its overall plot to, hopefully consciously, underscore
the absurdity of the situation. Good thing too, as it is indeed all
quite laughable and too serious a tone would not have worked in its
favour. Too bad such a tone does creep in eventually, to the film's
detriment.
Edge
of Tomorrow is set in the not too distant future where a strange
extraterrestrial enemy has rapidly conquered all of Europe and
threatens to do likewise to the rest of the globe. Earth's human
nations have banded together in an attempt to fight off the adversary
together. All their battles have been lost, save for one, where metal
armoured female soldier Rita Vrataski (Emily Blunt) made the
difference in defeating the aliens. By applying similar combat
harnesses to every soldier available and sending them en masse to
invade France, humanity hopes to retake the continent and annihilate
the enemy for good. Of course, things are not as simple as they seem,
and the aliens have a few tricks up their sleeve yet. For one thing,
time loops.
Enter
the much dreaded Tom Cruise, who does a most unusual thing here: he
plays against character. In this film, Cruise is not starring as the
monotonously brave action hero as is his wont, but instead as a
cowardly marketing agent for the military, who suddenly finds himself
accused of desertion when he makes it clear he doesn't feel like
covering the invasion to a stern and gruff general's face (Brendan
Gleeson). Thrown in with a bunch of ragtag recruits – a merry band
of comic relief characters, angry loudmouths and assorted personas
that wouldn't fit in any regular regiments – Cruise is dragged off
to battle and there left to fend for himself. Of course, he quickly
kicks the bucket in a close quarter skirmish with one of the vicious
alien monsters. And then he wakes up back at base, and everything
starts over again, much to his dismay as he doesn't do better the
second time. Or the third. Try convincing your commanding officer –
a distinctly over-the-top Bill Paxton, now given command of a similar
batch of marines he once belonged to himself in Aliens – of
being stuck in a time loop ad infinitum. Needless to say he doesn't,
so Cruise must find a way to discover what has happened to him and
how to use it to his advantage, instead of continue dying without
end.
So
far so good, as the notion of time looping, a trite but true concept
few audiences will be unfamiliar with thanks to movies as diverse as
Groundhog Day and Source Code, is handled with enough
confidence and fun not to feel repetitive (no pun intended). In fact,
repetition is cleverly avoided after the first few loops, as Cruise's
character remembers events and tries to alter them in differently
enough ways so as not to get boring. This approach too causes
problems in the long run, as Cruise dies so many times (hundreds, if
not thousands, it is suggested) that the plot soon trots along and
seemingly ignores the whole concept, just to further the ever more
intricate story. The reason behind the time loops and the method of
fighting the sinister aliens that caused it soon start to become so
convoluted and ridiculous that the ingredient of fun which at first
characterized it is ever more lost. What's worse, Cruise resorts to
playing a more typical heroic role as the film progresses, while it's
the sleaze bag aspect to his part that initially made him interesting
to watch. At least his chemistry with the tough but emotionally
unapproachable Rita, who faced a similar ability in the previous
battle but lost her looping powers, is watchable enough as long as
the Hollywood romance looming in the background is kept at bay. In
terms of acting, Paxton's cocky performance suits the tone of the
film best, which makes it all the more regrettable that the moment
he's out of the picture, Edge of Tomorrow schizophrenically
feels the need to get serious. Naturally it includes an all too
predictable 'what the F!' type ending that suggests you need to think
things over to see if it all fits, but unfortunately doesn't make you
care enough to do so.
Until
that time there's enough to make the viewing experience passable at
best. Aside from Paxton, Blunt too does her bit with plenty of
pizzazz as the strong spirited yet haunted and not too morally
correct power girl, rife with entertainingly flamboyant demeanour.
Nevertheless, it's the grandiose battle scenes that demand the most
attention, as Edge of Tomorrow makes it progressively clear it
intends to be an action movie more than the self aware comedy it
could at first be accused of being, until the comic elements are just
thrown out the window entirely. The notion of a futuristic landing on
the beach of Normandy – not coincidentally reminiscent of the
actual D-Day Allied landing in World War II – where men in battle
armour fight weird alien creatures, proves hard to resist, but its
execution leaves a few things to be desired. In many cases it's not
easy to make out what exactly is transpiring, mostly due to the
extreme detail and chaotic camera work, which do make the mass fights
seem more realistic. The design of the aliens also doesn't help, as
they keep violently moving about which makes it hard to see them as
something other than a shapeless bunch of tentacles rolling around.
It enhances the sense of battle immersion, but makes it difficult to
appreciate the digital craftsmanship that went into designing what
otherwise might have been epic scenes of war.
Edge
of Tomorrow is a definite step up from the thoroughly forgetful
Oblivion, but still a far cry from, say, Minority Report,
Tom Cruise's earlier venture into the realm of science fiction. The
movie sadly switches tones halfway through, without successfully
having secured the audience's allegiance to accept such change.
Worse, the more the plot progresses, the harder it is for the
audience to remain focused, as things have to be taken with too big a
grain of salt eventually, while the good humoured use of time loops
ultimately gets lost in the mess of an incoherent plot. Cruise,
always hard to take seriously as an actor due to his larger than life
star status, pleasantly surprises the spectator in the beginning,
before reverting to his standard performance. In this regard, you
could state his career is caught in a similar loop; minor variations
do occur occasionally, but he always reverts to his established
routine.
zondag 23 februari 2014
Today's Poster: the big G returns to do what he does best
I found another neat new poster to post on MovieScene:
http://www.moviescene.nl/p/153929/nieuwe_poster_godzilla
This is how you do a good poster, at least in the case of a remake (which is sort of what this movie is, though there's plenty of room for new material). You refamiliarise your audience with the character in question, in a setting that brings about a shock of recognition. It reminds you what you remember most about what you liked about the original character, which is thrashing cities in Godzilla's case. If you like Godzilla at all, that is; which a lot of people apparently do, considering the 28 original Japanese movies and the two American remakes, this being the second. It's a giant monster movie staple, but spectators still get a kick out of seeing human habitat laid to waste at the feet of some ferocious, titanic creature. Especially if the city being demolished is familiar to them (hence why these movies usually tend to favour big landmark cities, obviously). At the same time, this movie makes you curious enough not to get overly negative about this iconic character being milked again for a new generation, by adding the element of curiosity. What are those falling lights above Godzilla's head? Is he gonna get mixed up with alien lifeforms with nefarious schemes again, maybe? This poster also adequately displays what Godzilla is all about (or at least, should be), functioning as the ultimate nuclear nightmare destroying human lives by the thousands after having been resurrected by man's folly of playing with powers too big and volatile for his control or understanding. Nevertheless, if Godzilla will indeed fight extraterrestrial antagonists or rivalling giant mutations, he may also be mankind's only hope. Whether 'Kaiju' enthusiast Gareth Edwards (Monsters) will opt for either take on Godzilla, or just go for both, remains to be seen. That he gets Godzilla however seems clear from this poster. Plus, unlike what happened to the previous Godzilla, he honours the original Japanese design by staying close to it, instead of giving him a giant make-over as occurred in 1998. That also can't hurt.
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woensdag 19 februari 2014
Today's Trailer: Guardians of the Galaxy unleashed at last
Posted the teaser above on MovieScene yesterday, but everybody will agree the video below is much more interesting:
http://www.moviescene.nl/p/153859/eerste_teaser_guardians_of_the_galaxy
This movie is looking better and better. There's a delightful 'space opera' vibe about the whole project, a seemingly highly entertaining blend between wild adventure, quirky humour and explosive action in a fabulously otherworldly Sci-Fi setting, suppported by an enthusiastic cast that seems to thoroughly enjoy their zany characters. I even look forward to seeing that talking raccoon in action now. Nevertheless, the last movie that gave me this feeling was John Carter, which I ended up loving while most others sadly did not, as it flopped mercilessly. Maybe this type of movie is just passé, over and done with, too retro for its own good? Maybe people these days are too cynical, so it's too difficult to visually entrance them as they're being transporting to extraterrestrial sights and sounds. Call it 'Star Wars prequel trilogy backlash' if you must, you wouldn't be wrong. I'm just hopeful the Marvel logo breeds certain expectations about what audiences can look forward to - i.e., superheroes - that may not fall in line with reality, as this is not really a superhero movie. In most other respects however, this movie appears to fit right in with Marvels canon of films in tone and atmosphere. However, if the Disney logo wasn't enough to draw audiences to go and see John Carter, would the Marvel logo be enough to ensure Guardians of the Galaxy fares better at the boxoffice? Especially with the knowledge (though probably not something general audiences will ever consider) that Disney and Marvel are now sleeping in the same bed. If these Guardians succeed in winning spectators over, as I sincerely hope they will, maybe space opera will be rewarded a new life as well.
zondag 5 januari 2014
Today's Mini-Review: The Day the Earth Stood Still (remake)
Rating:
**/*****, or 4/10
Starring:
Keanu Reeves, Jennifer Connelly, Jadem Smith
Directed
by Scott Derrickson
USA: 20th
Century-Fox, 2008
The thing
about remakes is they need to retell a story of old (or at least
apply its general concepts) while giving it meaning that reflects
contemporary society, instead of carbon-copying the meaning of their
original counterpart to little avail in a changed world. In that
regard, the remake of the Sci-Fi classic The Day the Earth Stood
Still (1951) is spot-on, replacing a warning against the dangers
of nuclear weapons for an ecological message against man's
carelessness where the health of the world's environment, and thus
his own, is concerned. In most other respects, this new The Day the
Earth Stood Still feels like a redundant exercise in how not to
redo a well remembered movie.
Like its
predecessor from the Fifties, the film revolves around an
extraterrestrial visitor, with a giant robot in tow, who is met with
hostility and fear on our planet. Darker and grittier than the
original, there is good cause to treat the stranger (an aptly
emotionless (as always) Keanu Reeves) with aggressive caution, as
he's not here delivering an ultimatum telling us to change our ways
for the better, but has instead come to eradicate the human
infestation from the face of the galaxy in an attempt to save all
other life forms spawned by Mother Earth. Life, he says, is rare in
the vast limitless of space and therefore a precious thing, but life
endangering all other life must be swiftly dealt with: the ends
clearly justify the means. Arriving in a sphere (as opposed to a
saucer, like before) the alien called Klaatu has come not as a Christ
figure like in the original film, but as an Anti-Christ, hellbent on
unleashing his own weapon of mass destruction upon our not so
innocent world. Said weapon proves to be his artificial companion
Gort, who appears to be a metallic giant in humanoid shape, but
actually consists of huge numbers of nanites capable of devouring
everything they come into contact with. Thankfully humanity has its
on secret weapons to combat Klaatu's convictions, namely a smart and
strong female scientist (played by Jennifer Connelly) who manages to
dissuade the alien from his destructive plans, backed up by the
effective reasoning of an aged professor (John Cleese) who morally
convinces him humanity must be allowed to make its own choices in the
natural process of its evolution. Even though Klaatu's frozen heart
is thawed and his role is turned around a full 180 degrees so Keanu
can once again play the Messiah (e.g., The Matrix trilogy and
Constantine), his original point is amply illustrated as the
military tampers with his devices in a botched attempt to destroy
them, only unleashing their horrors as nanites swarm the land and the
FX department is given the opportunity to go all-out so as to obscure
the fact this version of The Day the Earth Stood Still hardly
proves as emotionally compelling as its forebear did.
Aside
from an update in themes and special effects, this remake offers
little improvement over its predecessor. Religious overtones are
obviously still to be found: aside from Klaatu's messianistic role,
there is the notion of 'space arks' for example, small spheres
evacuating all animal species off-world before being engulfed by a
sea of nanites. The movie walks a fine line between being too obvious
and too subtle, but the representation of religion is the least of
its problems. This new The Day the Earth Stood Still has a
hard time convincing the spectator that an alien intelligence can so
easily be persuaded to alter its agenda, which from the start felt so
ruthlessly unalterable thanks to Reeves' emotionless portrayal.
What's worse, his turnaround is accomplished through interaction with
the scientist and her kid, a terribly obnoxious and ungrateful little
brat (Jaden Smith, ofcourse), the latter more often given the
audience the impression Klaatu was right from the start and humanity
really is a plague better wiped out for the universe's sake, than
making it easy for us to accept the otherworldly being is starting to
appreciate contact with mankind and suddenly considers humans worth
saving after all. The talents of both Connelly and Cleese remain
underused in favor of this irritating child character, while it's
they who deliver the truly valid arguments as to why humanity is just
not so black and white as Klaatu feared. Meanwhile, being a big
winter release, the current The Day the Earth Stood Still all
too eagerly uses the tools at its disposal thank to the wonders of
digital technology by adding many a bombastic scene of computer
generated imagery fighting soldiers, reducing the film to the level
of the average type of big FX driven action flick, instead of ending
up as a smart and sensible science fiction drama like the far
superior 1951 incarnation. Nowhere does this film feature either the
intellectual impact or the trend setting production design the
original was blessed with. Instead, its eco-message is delivered in a
bland and forgetful new groove, the impression the film leaves as
tiny as the nanites it showcases.
A
retooling of the original film where the phrase 'nuclear weapons'
would simply have been substituted with 'global pollution' would
probably have made for a more agreeable and certainly cheaper way to
update that film for today's public, as the 2008 version of The
Day the Earth Stood Still adequately illustrates that changing
the message to fit the times while throwing huge sums of money at the
project to give it that slick blockbuster feel coupled with ignoring the
character aspects that ought to make us care doesn't make for a good film, let alone for an
effective means to convince the audience of the value of the themes
addressed.
And Happy Birthday, Sis!!
And Happy Birthday, Sis!!
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vrijdag 3 januari 2014
Today's News: Guardians assemble!
Another Marvel goodie I posted on MovieScene:
http://www.moviescene.nl/p/152772/eerste_foto_guardians_of_the_galaxy
The more I hear about this project, the more I like it. And this is the first actual shot from Guardians of the Galaxy I've seen now, as opposed to merely drooling over concept art so far (heck, I hardly even know these characters from the comics!). Looks like an eclectic, diverse band of people/vegetables/animals, guaranteed to provide for intriguing interspecies interactions and snappy interstellar repartee. Granted, there is a talking raccoon in there - already the most controversial character of the bunch - but stranger things have happened in the Marvel Universe to good results. I fully trust director James Gunn, known for his outrageous humour and subversive tone (e.g. Slither and Super, if you can stand high levels of gore and trippy shenanigans), with this fascinating property, definitely the true oddball of the cinematic Marvel movies so far. It ought to be, as it explores a whole new part of the Marvelverse hardly touched upon up until now in the movies: the Cosmic corner. Considering all the wild intergalactic ploys, mind-expanding abstract entities and super-supervillains with unimaginably diabolical schemes and egos to match, it's a tough act to do justice. But at least the first picture looks right, as did the teaser scene at the close of Thor: The Dark World. I guess the thing most on Marvelites' minds right now is not whether Gunn will succeed in making this a neat-o space opera, but why he decided to give Drax the Destroyer (second character from the right) a red tan instead of a green one. Maybe the producers figured two green-skinned aliens in the same team would confuse the poor audience's little brains. After all, one of them is a slender, sexy woman and the other a broad-shouldered, overly muscular tall guy, so they look very much alike, both being humanoids and such. We won't have such difficulties identifying that darn raccoon. Or the tree fella, who can only say his name.
zaterdag 20 juli 2013
Today's Mini-Reviews: Man of Steel goes on a Night Train to Lisbon
Night
Train to Lisbon: ****/*****, or 7/10
Adaptation
of the original novel of the same name by Pascal Mercier, chronicling
the life and times of a young Portuguese doctor named Amadeu de Prado
during the years of the oppressive Salazar regime. His political and
philosophical trials are recounted through his journals as read long
after his death by a Swiss professor played by Jeremy Irons. A timid
and dull man, Irons one day saves the life of a woman attempting to
commit suicide, who walks out on his life as sudden as she entered
it, leaving him the diary and a train ticket to the Portuguese
capital. Impulsively leaving his life behind, the professor takes his
chances and travels to Lisbon in order to explore this life so
different from his own. The vast dissimilarities in life style and
character of the boring old professor compared to the adventurous,
politically engaged young doctor are rather overstated to carry the
point across that freedom and personal convictions are wasted if one
does not make ample use of them during one's life, as Irons does not
but Amadeu did: though it led him to an early death, he did live a
wild and challenging life as the professor soon realizes when he
seeks out those that knew him personally. Now all in their old age,
his remaining family and friends enlighten the old man as to who
Amadeu really was and what he accomplished. Many a great character
actor is encountered as the movie progresses through the various view
points of Amadeu's inner circle, including Charlotte Rampling,
Christopher Lee, Bruno Ganz and Tom Courtenay. Interestingly enough
(and potentially insulting towards the people of Portugal), none of
them are Portuguese and nor is Jack Huston who plays the young
Amadeu. However, their contribution as highly capable actors to
informing us about the harsh and dangerous life of political
dissidents under the brutal rule of Salazar and his secret police
makes for a compelling glimpse of past Portuguese history, which
isn't a subject of movies as often as it deserves to be. The movie
also serves as a not so subtle tourist brochure to present day
Lisbon, with its beautiful sunlit cityscapes and its treasure trove
of historical architecture, ancient churches and appetizing dinner
establishments. And unlike in Amadeu's time, there's no sinister
right wing agents out to arrest you for disagreeing with the current
political powers-that-be. No wonder Irons' character eventually opts
to stay to escape his own dreary, disillusioned life in Switzerland,
which is only shown as grey and rainy during the course of the film.
Man
of Steel: ****/*****, or 7/10.
Under
the producing talents of Christopher Nolan, Superman undergoes the
same treatment to make him grittier – or more 'with the times' –
as his fellow DC veteran Batman underwent for Nolan's Dark Knight
trilogy. Director Zack Snyder has shown to be rather talented in
adapting the works of more ingenious men into big blockbuster movies,
e.g. 300 and Watchmen. As a result, Man of Steel
proves a slick, dark and modern look at the iconic comic book
character, the most 'super' of all superheroes. Nevertheless, the
movie still leaves something to be desired, as illustrated by the
fact the film works best during its quiet moments of comtemplation as
to how a near omnipotent alien life form walking amongst us humans
would live and act. Raised by human foster parents after his
biological ones got blown to smithereens along with his home planet
of Krypton, Clark Kent/Kal-El (Henry Cavill beefed up considerably) has carefully learned not to show off
his awesome powers, as they would make him an outcast, a mutant
destined to be hated and feared by the society he means to protect
(if some of these thematic ingredients sound familiar, it's because
Hollywood has jumped on this bandwagon before in other superhero
franchises). Moving from one false identity to another in search of
inner peace, Clark soon finds the exact opposite when firstly a
sexually attractive female raporter named Lois Lane (Amy Adams) and
secondly some of his fellow Kryptonian survivors pay him a visit, the
former in seach of the truth about this mystery man, the latter desperately after
a weird skull shaped MacGuffin that would give Krypton a second
chance, but only at the expense of humanity. Clark soon has no choice
but to reveal himself to everybody and fight for his surrogate fellow
species against his own kind led by the ruthless General Zod (Michael
Shannon having a ball playing a rather bad man who can't stop
shouting), who has a personal score to settle with the last remaining
member of the -El family. What started as a thoughtful and
intriguingly calm, impressionistic superhero movie exploring the
nature of superhuman powers in an all too human world (similar to the
likes of smaller budget films á la Chronicle) soon erupts
into a huge, undoubtedly super-expensive visual effects extravaganza
as a big battle between Earth's armed forces against the vastly
superior extraterrestrial legion commences, with Clark caught in the
middle, forced to finally accept his otherness from both parties and
donning the traditional red and blue garb we all know (sort of, as
there's no underpants in Nolan's world). This time his father Jor-El
(Russell Crowe) was kind enough to save the knitting patterns for the
suit in his son's spaceship computer banks, probably anticipating a
hugely muscled guy in a super tight suit would be just what Earth
required to convince its inhabitants of the practicality of a
'Super-man'. Unfortunately the film is released mostly in 3D, while
the movie is shot largely through handheld means, rendering the
majority of the battle sequences' 3D effects a failure, if not
excruciating on the eyes. And sadly those battle scenes make up
nearly all of the film's final hour. Overall, Man of Steel is
a crystal clear attempt to rejuvenate the Superman franchise applying
the Dark Knight's formula, driven by its uncanny ability to
bring in the biggest bucks, crafted in an all too similar style that
leaves the titular character devoid of his usual comic book feel and
charm (not to mention sense of humour), maybe for the better too
considering the alternate approach attempted in Superman Returns didn't work out so well. This tactic doesn't prove to be as
appropriate for Supes as it was for the Caped Crusader, but works
well enough, though definitely more so in the bold first half of the
film that relies more on the subtle exploration of a lonely
Superman's place in the contemporary world than it does on the
overabundance of loud digital action that follows it. One thing is
for sure: with this particularly dark brand of superheroes, the
upcoming Justice League movie is gonna be pitch-black.
donderdag 13 juni 2013
Today's minireview: Oblivion
Oblivion:
**/*****, or 5/10
Disappointing
sci-fi actioner by Tron: Legacy director Joseph Kosinksi, yet
another one of those flicks that seems to think that having Tom
Cruise in every single scene makes for a good film in itself. This
time Cruise plays a military veteran stationed at a small base up in
the sky, from where he and his female co-worker (Andrea Riseborough)
oversee and conduct repairs on a vast network of drones, which is
used to safeguard giant machines scouring the planet of its last
remaining natural resources. After all, we are talking about a
post-apocalyptic Earth here, ravaged by war between humanity and some
alien species, that witnessed most of the planet becoming
uninhabitable to human life. Therefore, mankind left the planet and
settled elsewhere, leaving Cruise and his drones as a sort of
worldwide mop-up crew (think Wall-E). Or so Cruise thinks. His
world is turned upside down soon enough when he encounters an
underground force of human rebels who fight to preserve what's left
of their planet under the command of Morgan Freeman (who
unfortunately has much too small a role; he deserves better and so do
we). The ugly truth is revealed when it turns out Cruise is the true
alien evil and there's hundreds of duplicates of himself, an army of
clones engineered by extraterrestrial intelligence to stripmine the
planet while being unaware of the real facts, just hoping to soon
complete their job and go home (think Moon). Of course the
real bad guy – a giant super computer with its own nefarious agenda
(think I, Robot) – won't allow Cruise to switch sides so
easily and thus a rather boring fight ensues between the rebels and
the drones. Despite the sometimes intriguing premise of the main
character finding out his whole life is a lie so he needs to reinvent
himself, existential questions about the nature of the self are
briskly ignored in favour of monotonous action scenes involving guns,
bikes and funky aircraft, all of them seemingly designed by the Apple
Corporation, considering the film's overreliance on slick, white,
minimalistic looking technology. After a while, shots of Cruise
flying around in his little helicopter get exceedingly tedious. At
least the spectacular Iceland vistas do not, nor do the grand sights
of famous (digital) architecture left to rot in desolate landscapes.
And it is gratifying to see Hollywood jumping on the 'creepy drone
technology' bandwagon so quickly (though it will probably brand the
movie as 'soooo 2013' in years to come). But despite a few points in
Oblivion's favour, it can't be helped this film is simply dull
and derivative.
zondag 5 mei 2013
Today's News: more Black Suits coming soon
This was posted on MovieScene mere minutes ago:
http://www.moviescene.nl/p/146844/men_in_black_4_aangekondigd
As far as I'm concerned, a MIB 4 is not warranted. Yes, its predecessor was a commercial success, but it ended on a fairly 'full circle' feeling type of closure, hearking back to the first film (and mostly ignoring the dismal second installment). Why risk hurting this proper ending with a fourth film that might needlessly unravel it? I mean, for any reason other than money, which in Hollywood naturally is the only reason that matters, I'm well aware. I guess the studio feels they had better milk the franchise a bit faster this time, while MIB III is still on the audience's mind. Fair enough.
Of course, with a franchise like this, you can still go in ample directions. In fact, were it not for the truth everyone expects to see them, you wouldn't even really need Agents J and K (though their characters deliver the starpower studios think their audiences crave). There's plenty of letters left in the alphabet*. Numerous new agent characters and equally novel zany aliens with wacky issues all their own that make for crazy situations that need to be policed by Men in Black can still be introduced if Smith and Jones happen to turn down their parts in the fourth film (which of course they're not likely to do if their pay grade is tempting enough). This concept actually might work well as a TV series (and I don't mean a cartoon, which has already been done). But obviously, the studio doesn't feel like thinking in such expansive terms if they can still make a decent amount of money by just playing it safe. Oh well, there's a good chance MIB 4 will turn out a fun blockbuster movie (like MIB III). Then again, it might also suck extraterrestrial balls. Like the balls that one alien carried on his chin in MIB 2, which was a painfully unfunny flick due to a number of this type of poopy gags the thought of which you couldn't even erase with one of those flashy thingies that wipe your memory. Hopefully Sony understands that isn't the way to go in Men in Black 4...
* Yes, that was me appropriately quoting Star Trek: First Contact.
http://www.moviescene.nl/p/146844/men_in_black_4_aangekondigd
As far as I'm concerned, a MIB 4 is not warranted. Yes, its predecessor was a commercial success, but it ended on a fairly 'full circle' feeling type of closure, hearking back to the first film (and mostly ignoring the dismal second installment). Why risk hurting this proper ending with a fourth film that might needlessly unravel it? I mean, for any reason other than money, which in Hollywood naturally is the only reason that matters, I'm well aware. I guess the studio feels they had better milk the franchise a bit faster this time, while MIB III is still on the audience's mind. Fair enough.
Of course, with a franchise like this, you can still go in ample directions. In fact, were it not for the truth everyone expects to see them, you wouldn't even really need Agents J and K (though their characters deliver the starpower studios think their audiences crave). There's plenty of letters left in the alphabet*. Numerous new agent characters and equally novel zany aliens with wacky issues all their own that make for crazy situations that need to be policed by Men in Black can still be introduced if Smith and Jones happen to turn down their parts in the fourth film (which of course they're not likely to do if their pay grade is tempting enough). This concept actually might work well as a TV series (and I don't mean a cartoon, which has already been done). But obviously, the studio doesn't feel like thinking in such expansive terms if they can still make a decent amount of money by just playing it safe. Oh well, there's a good chance MIB 4 will turn out a fun blockbuster movie (like MIB III). Then again, it might also suck extraterrestrial balls. Like the balls that one alien carried on his chin in MIB 2, which was a painfully unfunny flick due to a number of this type of poopy gags the thought of which you couldn't even erase with one of those flashy thingies that wipe your memory. Hopefully Sony understands that isn't the way to go in Men in Black 4...
* Yes, that was me appropriately quoting Star Trek: First Contact.
woensdag 13 juni 2012
How to make a Xenomorph
Prometheus: ****/*****, or 8/10
A tall,
pale humanoid stands at the top of a towering waterfall and nearly
ritualistically drinks a black liquid. Within seconds, his body
starts to physically come apart in a most gruesome way, his cells
literally unraveling and his physique disintegrating as he plunges
himself into the roaring chasm and his DNA mixes with the water. And
with this eerie opening the tone is set for Prometheus, the
eagerly awaited latest science fiction blockbuster from Sir Ridley
Scott, who with this film not only returns to his own roots but also
to the roots of the much acclaimed and beloved Alien saga. And
herein could lie a problem, since explaining some of the mysteries of
his own original Alien film (1979) might hurt the franchise as
a whole in terms of narrative continuity. The trick, however, is not
minding that it hurts, especially given the fact Sir Ridley
delivers a whole set of other intriguing questions in the process,
building upon which may very well reinvigorate this franchise which
until recently seemed milked dry completely.
-Warning!
Here be spoilers!- When scientists and lovebirds Elizabeth
Shaw (Noomi Rapace) and Charlie Holloway (Logan Marshall-Green) in
the year 2089 make a connection between the depiction of a tall
figure pointing at a set of ever identically proportioned dots on
cave paintings and murals of various ancient cultures around the
globe and a distant star system, the starship Prometheus is
dispatched by the Weyland Corporation to investigate the pair's
claims that humanity was spawned by a race of alien beings dubbed
'Engineers' which experimented with our DNA and left said dots as a
message to come look for them in space. Upon arrival at the barren
world of LV-223, a large artificial structure is found containing
endless corridors, a decapitated alien corpse and a room containing a
giant stone head and hundreds of odd cylinders containing black
liquid. It seems the gods the Prometheus was send to find have
died, but they left something behind...
So far
the plot seems like a mix between Sir Ridley's own original Alien
film, about a spaceship crew send to a deserted planet and
encountering an age old lifeform, and the often maligned spin-off
Alien VS Predator which revolves around the discovery humanity
was kick-started by the extra-terrestrial Predators for their own
shady purposes. Of course, Sir Ridley does not mean to copy either,
his Prometheus just starts on familiar ground in order to have
the plot turn in a whole different direction when we're settled in,
at which point it quickly gets quite darker than we have known his
work to be for the last few decades. Apparently the black liquid
destroys lifeforms it comes into contact with by turning it into a
different kind of lifeform: humanity was tricked into believing they
would find its creators across the gulf of space and only found its
apparent doom instead. And so the crew of the Prometheus must fight
for their lives or face total destruction of all mankind. Problem is,
the crew is divided into various camps all with their own goals, both
selfless and selfish, and all with their own take as to just what the
hell is going on. Given the somewhat erratic and hard to follow plot,
the audience too must figure out for itself just what to make of
things, since Sir Ridley has no intention to just hand us the answers
on a platter, but wants us to work for them instead.
It has
been a while since a decently philosophical blockbuster sci-fi film
tormented the audience by conjuring up sometimes nigh unfathomable
questions regarding Life, the Universe and Everything, so Sir
Ridley's attempt at provoking the audience to use their brains a bit
is certainly worthy of praise, but the plot makes it challenging to
comprehend Prometheus' intentions. It's quite likely studio
involvement is to blame, as is usually the case with Sir Ridley's
films, since studio executives often feel his movies are too
difficult to understand for general audiences which leads to them
being edited to focus less on the deep issues addressed and more on
the action. Already a Director's Cut has been announced that will
hopefully make for a better structured narrative, but so far we can
only speculate as to the Engineers' actual intentions by creating the
black liquid and their apparent loss of interest for humanity's
wellbeing.
So far,
exploring the background of these Engineers, who we originally came
to know as the Space Jockey from the first Alien film, does
sadly demystify the awesome introduction of this species in Sir
Ridley's breakthrough motion picture, by fleshing them out in more
detail than we might have liked, and eventually even reducing them to
more typical movie monsters as we watch the last of their kind alive
go on a murderous rampage to kill the Prometheus' crew, just
to be destroyed by its own lethal creation that was meant to be
humanity's undoing instead, but not before duking it out with this
monstrosity in a 'monster versus monster' battle of standard
Hollywood procedure feeling (again, there's a touch of Alien VS
Predator here, and not for the better). Which of course leads to
the question that is first and foremost on everybody's mind since
they learned this movie is more or less a prequel to Alien:
just what is the Xenomorph's deal?
It's in
regard to this matter that Prometheus remains the most vague,
as if Ridley never really wanted to provide any actual answers.
Suffice to say, Xenomorphs appear to be a a bio-weapon after all,
which they were always hinted to be used for by the evil Company in
the Alien films proper. It definitely seems open for debate
(an offer I accepted when travelling home with a friend while
returning from watching this film; we spend about an hour trying to
wrap our brains around it, with plenty of questions still unanswered,
mind you), but it seems to me the black liquid is this film's
incarnation of the 'Genesis device', creating life on a barren world
by mixing it with water (as the alien “Prometheus” did at the
opening scene of the film), or replacing already existing life with
such life. It's a complicated process for sure, and apparently it
never works the same in this film: while a worm coming into contact
with the black goo is turned into a Xenomorph like snake, a
Prometheus crewmember that gets a full dose in his face simply
turns into a prowling, deformed madman turning on his shipmates and
viciously killing them, before being shot at, burned and run down by
a truck. Of course the main question foremost on the fans' minds will
be, 'is the traditional Xenomorph we've come to love in Prometheus?'
Having given a nicely red coloured spoiler warning some paragraphs
above, I will simply answer this question positively by stating that
it is... sort of... The problem for me is not its appearance (which
differs from what we've seen before), but its creation. In answer to
the question cleverly hidden in this article's title, here's the
recipe Prometheus gives for creating a genuine chestbursting
Alien (don't
try this at home!):
-Slip a
small dose of black liquid into an unsuspecting male victim's drink
-Let the
male victim have sex with a woman, even though she's sterile
-After
successful (unsafe) love making, the woman will find herself pregnant
within ten hours
-Soon
afterwards, the squid like creature gestating inside her tummy will
burst through her chest (unless she manages to remove it by
performing an caesarean section on herself)
-The
squid will rapidly grow in size from about 1 ft. long to a whopping
10 ft. long overnight
-Have
the now full sized creature penetrate an Engineer's mouth with its
ovipositor
-After
several hours, a small Xenomorph will spring from the Engineer's
chest, killing him in the process (as is Xenomorph tradition)
Say what
you will about Prometheus' dubious and overly convoluted
Xenomorph origins, it makes for some very effective and affective
horror, as the above description makes clear. It's safe to say Sir
Ridley hasn't added such overtly gory scenes to any of his films
since the original Alien in 1979. Where he sticked to an
occasional chestbursting scene and limited the gore to suggestive
imagery in that movie, he certainly went all out here, resulting in a
plethora of scenes featuring the likes of genetically decomposing,
arm snapping, involuntary facial penetration, burning and general
dismemberment, not to mention a certain explicit self-operation scene
that had even me gasping for breath while firmly grasping my seat. To
think the studio ever considered this movie susceptible for a PG-13
rating seems completely unrealistic, since Prometheus is
largely the stuff only a hard R rating can do justice. It's good to
know Sir Ridley still knows how to shock his audience convincingly,
like he did with Alien at the start of his career.
Something
else this accomplished director succeeds in perfectly is eliciting
excellent performances from his cast. In fact, Rapace and
Marshall-Green, though they do an adequate job for sure, are
outclassed at every turn by their colleagues, with Michael Fassbender
delivering the film's standout performance in the role of the android
(wouldn't be an Alien film without one, eh?) David, balancing
carefully and compellingly between the psychotic and the angelic,
between a child asking his parents how and why he came to be and a
slave eager to turn on his oppressors at the first opportunity, so
you never know what his agenda is and whose side he's one (if
anybody's). The film successfully draws parallells between his human
masters searching for their supposed creators and David living amidst
his own creators who he obviously finds flawed, in several all too
short scenes of which we can only hope there's more where those came
from on the expected Director's Cut. At the other end of the spectrum
there's Charlize Theron in the role of Meredith Vickers, the mission
leader whose apparent job it is to make sure the Weyland Corporation
gets its money worth out of this excessively expensive space trip,
though her plight is far more personal considering she's the actual
daughter of Mr. Weyland himself, who preferred David's company over
hers, since the android is the closest thing he ever had to a son.
Theron plays the role on fire, shrewdly maneuvering between appearing
as a coldhearted rich bitch simply out to make money and a wronged
daughter aiming for revenge. And then there's the old man himself,
being played by Guy Pearce in heavy make-up. Weyland was a secret
passenger, like Prometheus was on a secret mission to make
contact with the Engineers and ask them for the secret to immortality
so the dying old man could yet be saved.
As the
movie makes perfectly clear, human immortality is actually far from
the Engineers' minds, which results in some solid action scenes, both
those involving the Engineers and Xenomorphs as well as those
without. Also laudable is the quality of the visual effects, which
help remind the audience of the original Alien atmosphere in
both human and extra-terrestrial sense, but also being uniquely
Prometheus material instead of simply rehashing what was done
before. In fact, this sums up the whole of the film, since as a
supposed Alien prequel, it certainly stands on its own merits,
only hinting at the events in that earlier film without giving the
exact explanations as to what happened prior to the events in Alien,
so there's still some mystery to enjoy in that regard. It does at
time contradict the later entries into the franchise though: the role
of the badass Alien Queen which drove much of the later Alien
films' plots now seems under serious scrutiny. But considering Sir
Ridley's involvement with the franchise ended then right after the
first film, it's understandable he favours his own appraoch here
above building on the work of others who took over his job in the
past.
Overall,
Ridley Scott proves he can still distill a good movie out of the
dried up franchise he created, the result being both spectacular and
thought provoking, but frustratingly feeling incomplete, something he
has even gone so far as to admit it simply is. Prometheus
is a thinking man's Sci-Fi
horror rollercoaster, a rare thing to behold in the post-Avatar
days where science fiction feels dumbed down a bit due to the focus
on visual and 3-D effects and the lack of exploring philosophical
themes as the genre used to do more often. Given the large number of
new unsolved questions, a sequel feels both likely and desireable.
Sir Ridley could leave it in the hands of a capable young director
like he did last time (it was James Cameron then, it shouldn't be
now), or he can save everyone three decades and just do it himself,
instead of having to do some damage control in another 33 years time.
Either way, the Pandora's Box opened by Prometheus
certainly won't be closed just yet.
And
watch the trailer here:
woensdag 30 mei 2012
Back in black... with vengeance
Men in Black 3: rating:
****/*****, or 8/10
In the
midst of all the super hero action bombarding our cinemas this
summer, you'd almost forget there's more to comic book movie
adaptations than just superhumans epically fighting each other.
However, just because super heroes are doing extremely well at the
box-office, doesn't mean the Hollywood studios have given up on other
type of comic book movies, especially when reinterpreting such comics
for the big screen did very well financially for them in the past.
Therefore, after “only” ten years of neglect, the Men in Black
are finally back to once again protect us against the worst scum of
the universe. Their last film turned out to be one of the worst
sequels in recent history, almost ruining the franchise as a whole
due to bad writing, bad chemistry between the lead actors and most of
all, embarrasingly bad jokes, so this time their mission is to prove
to the audience once again why we do want to watch their secret
missions guarding us against extra-terrestrial violence. Fortunately,
and surprisingly after a decade of inactivity, they succeed, making
us fondly remember the first film and largely forgetting the debacle
that was their second adventure.
Warning!
Here be spoilers! Unlike the previous films, Men in Black 3
does not open in medias res during one of the coolest secret
government agency's missions, or even on this planet, but instead
witnesses a pretty nifty prison break on the moon's maximum security
prison for dangerous aliens. It makes sense extra-terrestrial inmates
are indeed locked up extra Terra, but apparently it would have
been a more sensible move not to hire inapt, thick-headed, overweight
human guards to handle security, as they all get viciously killed
off, some in rather gruesome PG-13 ways, courtesy of the film's
central bad guy, the one-armed Boris the Animal (thanks to the FX
team an effectively scary and grotesque Jemaine Clement), who after
reclaiming his freedom sets off to kill Agent K (Tommy Lee Jones).
Mean while, to show a decent amount of time has passed between this
film and the dismal previous MIB installment, we are re-introduced to
Agents K and J (Will Smith), working closely together as partners,
instead of one learning the intricacies of the job from the other
like before. They're still not fully connecting emotionally, K being
grumpy and cynical, while J is overly energetic and possesses a
seemingly more complete range of human emotions, but such differences
are only a good thing for the audience, since it makes the characters
complete each other and play off one another perfectly, exactly as
was the case in the first film, but was so painfully lacking in the
second. And so the excellent chemistry between Jones and Smith is the
best thing to return, as well as the most surprising considering it
was absent last time, plus the two actors haven't worked together for
a decade, but undoubtedly rediscovered their ability to bounce back
witty dialogue and bizarrely funny gags between them with the help of
a script that actually contained witty dialogue and bizarrely funny
gags. It's a good thing the pair found each other again, since the
relationship between them is the driving factor in Men in Black
3's plot line.
After spectacularly raiding a Chinese/alien restaurant for selling illegal extra-terrestrial animals as food, which also is used to remind the viewer just how well K and J work together on cases like these, K receives word Boris has broken out of jail, puzzling J as to what the deal is between them and K of course withholding information from him since it's not his damn business. Next day, J returns to the office only to find K missing and none of their colleagues remembering their top agents ever working together. Turns out Boris travelled back in time to successfully murder K and change history, so his people, the Boglodites, a dangerous parasitic race of aliens scouring planet after planet and killing all life in the process, can conquer Earth in the present after all, instead of being doomed to extinction thanks to K foiling their evil schemes in the past. With the invasion starting, J has no choice but to time-jump after Boris to 1969 in order to save his partner, and the future of planet Earth. Introducing time travel into a franchise that never seemed to revolve around it previously is often a bad sign (I can think of a TV show that did pretty good until messing with time proved to be the first stage in its undoing, as well as a beloved Sci-Fi franchise which got completely reset/screwed over because time travel offered just such an irresistibly easy cop-out solution), but in the case of Men in Black 3, it's more like an added bonus, since it opens up the possibility for having J and a younger K (now played by Josh Brolin) teaming up to save the future, making their relationship feel fresh, familiar and funny all at once.
Brolin proves to be the perfect casting
choice for the role of replacing Jones for most of the movie, having
skillfully copied his accent, mannerisms and natural charm, and thus
pulling off this less experienced but more human K both fully
convincingly and compellingly. Plus, Smith and Brolin prove as good a
combination of acting and action talent as Smith and Jones did, while
keeping the existing levels of humour and character compatibility
intact. Thanks to Brolin, who also cleverly uses this opportunity to
remind us why he's often called one of the most acclaimed American
actors at this moment, we don't miss Jones for a second, because
we're totally buying he is Jones. Also, because of the now minimal
age difference between the two characters, K and J are finally on a
believably equal level, both of them knowing things the other does
not and actually sharing them, instead of the much older K supplying
all the knowledge, and J most of the resulting action, while the
former keeps important stuff to himself for the latter (and the
audience) to figure out.
Aside
from reinvigorating the K & J relationship, the plot also
utilizes the chance for laughs offered by the fish-out-of-water
element of a guy from the present visiting the odd world of the past,
though it does not make as much use of this opportunity as one would
have expected, appropriating the date of July 1969 mostly for plot
reasons because of the Apollo 11 mission to the Moon, which does not
allow the film to linger too much on other, more cultural events of
the same era which would have made for great comedic moments.
Fortunately the jokes that do jump at this occasion work well,
incuding older incarnations of MIB technology being of elephantine
proportions compared to Smith's pocket size equipment, or Andy Warhol
revealed to be a MIB agent who's tired of his own visual art and
requesting to be allowed to fake his own death to get away from it.
Most of the best temporally related jokes though are claimed by the
alien Griffin (Michael Stuhlbarg in a hilarious role), a survivor of
the previous Boglodite act of genocide who offers the Men in Black a
device to protect Earth from the imminent invasion, and, as a
five-dimensional entity in disguise (i.e., a silly hat), can foresee
any and all possible futures, making him ramble on and on about the
various possible outcomes and the unlikeliest random elements
effecting them.
Armed
with Griffin's plethora of foreshadowings, K and J set out to deploy
his device (by attaching it to the Apollo 11 so it can create a
safety net around the planet) and defeat Boris, of which there are
now two, the one from the present (that is, 1969) and the one from
the future (don't worry, the time travel does not lead to overly
complicated situations but remains fairly straightforward, which also
works only in the movie's favour). The existence of two Borises
simultaneously, both of them hating the other for what they perceive
to be their weaknesses, could also have used more fleshing out,
making the threat feel more real since future Boris knows exactly
what will transpire and could steer past Boris away from his own
mistakes, while both MIB agents are not fully aware of the precise
order of happenings due to Griffin's mental incoherence; the plot
however, fails to fully capitalize on this chance and has each Boris
fighting a single MIB agent alone. At least the plot delivers some
stunning action scenes on top of a missile launch tower to make up
for this oversight, which is also deployed to make some good use of
the 3-D effects (yes, this summer blockbuster too is released in
3-D), though it's the time-jump scenes that provide the most
impressive displays of depth.
Overall,
Men in Black 3 offers everything Men in Black 2 did
not, the most important thing being the status of a worthy successor
to the (still superior) first installment in this franchise, despite
containing some minor plot imperfections. Director Barry Sonnenfeld,
responsible for all three films, redeems himself for his previous
failure, while Smith and Jones prove they can still work together to
great results if aided by a good script. Brolin only adds more depth
to their existing relationship by exploring it in more detail and
straying away from the previously used master-apprentice dynamic
between both characters. And at the same time, we get more aliens
(new species, but also some old fan favorites including the obnoxious
worm guys), more cool gadgets (like the much advertized gyro bikes)
and a lot of new jokes, most of them actually funny this time around.
Now, if we could only time-jump and erase Men in Black 2 from
history somehow, this franchise would have a much better overall
track record...
And now
back to superhumans epically fighting each other.
And
watch the trailer here:
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zondag 20 mei 2012
Someone please sink this battleship...
Battleship: Rating **/*****, or
3/10
It seems
the alien invasion subgenre of science fiction is in full decline as
far as quality is concerned, though when it comes to quantity, it's
rarely done better. The last few years numerous alien invasion films
have invaded our movie theatres trying to rule the box-office, but
most of them failed due to humanity's natural resilience against bad
movies. Last year's examples include Skyline, Cowboys &
Aliens, The Darkest Hour and Transformers: Dark of the
Moon, but on the 'badness' scale none of these were a match for
the stupendously dismal World Invasion: Battle Los Angeles,
which chronicled the fight of a rag-tag group of marines against a
vastly superior extraterrestrial intelligence. It was a complete
defiance of logic and a total waste of everybody's time and money,
particularly for the audience – okay, so I can get in for free, but
I'd still like those two hours back...– Now Battleship
comes sailing into the cinemas to pull off the same trick (i.e., bore
the audience some more at the expense of their no doubt hard earned
cash that had better be spend on something more worthwhile), except
it takes the fight to the seas instead of rehashing the land based
routine. And in the process it manages to defile the name of a
classic board game, on which it claims to have been based, though the
connection is hardly ever present, other than in the simple presence
of a battleship.
Apparently
using the concept of one fleet of ships being pitched against another
and taking each other out was either not politically correct in the
current climate, or the studio executives considered it too boring.
So the line of thought seems to have been that if there's no human
adversaries to combat, the threat must come from outer space.
Battleship opens with an expositional scene explaining the
existence of large radio telescopes on Hawaii which are used to send
signals to a distant solar system that might contain an Earth like
planet. Lo and behold, the signals are received and the resident
aliens return our call of hospitality by sending in an invasion force
which crashes into the Pacific – except for one starship which hits
downtown Hong Kong instead, resulting in the typical levels of
destruction à la Armageddon,
spectacular but devoid of emotion – around the same time a
huge international naval exercise is underway in that area, featuring
participants from many countries, and of course led by the good ol'
United States ready to gallantly defend our freedom from foreign
agressors seeking to take it from us (think Independence Day,
except with less impressive results on all fronts).
Naturally,
a face must be put on the heroic side to make the resulting drama
(what little of it there is amidst all the action anyway) feel
compelling, and that face belongs to Taylor Kitsch, in the role of
Lieutenant Alex Hopper. Kitsch recently managed to save Mars from
internal political turmoil by uniting warring factions against a
common enemy in the epic space opera John Carter, so this next
task should prove easy enough for him. Alex is kind of a rebel, a
loudmouth screw-up with problems adhering to authority, who is about
to get kicked out of the navy, much to the chagrin of his more
responsible and successful older brother Stone Hopper (portrayed by
everybody's favorite True Blood vampire actor Alexander
Skarsgard, no fangs) who hoped the navy would provide some much
needed stability for his loose gun kid sibling. To complicate
matters, Alex is madly in love with the daughter of Admiral Shane
(Liam Neeson in a typically commanding performance, something we're
used to in his case), so the admiral holds him in great contempt and
is all too eager to dismiss him from the service. Fortunately for
Alex, aliens conveniently come and provide an opportunity to prove
his worth and set things right, saving his love life and his career.
Warning!
Here be spoilers! During the navy war games, strange objects
are spotted in the ocean, at which point the admiral dispatches three
vessels to investigate, including Alex's. Upon closer inspection, the
objects turn out to be (very digital) alien spaceships which
immediately deploy a huge force field, which envelops the Hawaii
islands, and cuts the fleet off from the three destroyers locked
within, after which a cat and mouse game ensues between the human and
alien warships involving a lot of gunfire and explosions. Why the
aliens can't simply protect themselves with separate force fields
instead of proving to be all too easy to destroy with simple cannon
fire is just one of the many questions the conflict raises over the
next hour and a half. Within ten minutes two out of three navy ships
have been destroyed and all officers including bloodsucker Eric
Northman have been killed off, so Alex gets his chance to shine and
kick some alien ass, accompanied by his distrusting crew who give him
the benefit of the doubt only to find he can do the job after all.
Among the ranks we find the recording artist Rihanna, offering some
female empowerment in her first film role. Don't worry, she doesn't
sing, and neither does she do much acting.
The
aliens' interest in the Hawaii islands, other than their stunning
natural beauty and fantastically sensual beaches of course, is
focused on the presence of the aforementioned telescopes, which the
aliens mean to commandeer so they can call in reinforcements from
their home planet, since their space craft downed in China apparently
was the only ship capable of communicating with home base (yeah, that
makes perfect sense, if you take your audience to consist solely of
morons). The action of Battleship therefore is not limited to
the ocean, but also witnesses a struggle on land between the aliens
and a small group of valiant braves consisting of Alex's girlfriend,
a local telescope scientist and a crippled marine with prosthetic
legs, attempting to foil the evil schemes of the invaders. Of course
the girlfriend is total eye candy, the scientist is a stereotypical
hairy nerd who turns to cowardice (after all, science created this
mess which the navy must now clean up) and the ex-marine feels like
an uncomfortable attempt to give credit to the many battle scarred
troops in the armed forces who might not be compatible with the hard
business of soldiery anymore but can still prove to be useful human
beings when it comes down to it. A noble sentiment, but not the best
time to express it if you want the audience to take things seriously.
The
movie proceeds to press the latter point too much when the plot calls
for a new ship to save the day after the three destroyers have met
the fate their class name suggests they should have done to the
enemy. Only one true battleship remains, the near legendary USS
Missouri, and though it's a museum piece she's still ready for
action, as is the sturdy crew of very old veterans who preserved her
and get called upon for active duty once more. And so the movie
reaches its lowest point when we see these seniors walk down the
decks in excessive slow motion as truly heroic characters, reporting
for duty in order to save the day. Any sense of seriousness this
movie might have offered before this point now gets completely undone
in a single moment of utter camp, while it remains unclear whether
this is what director Peter Berg (also responsible for the not so
funny superhero spoof Hancock) intended.
And so
the final battle for the fate of the planet begins, when the Missouri
squares of against the vile extra-terrestrials all by itself guns
fully blazing. It proves to be as tiresome and overly loud a
confrontation as the rest of them, and all too soon forgotten when
the lights in the theatre go on. In fact, though the action might
deliver some minor entertainment during the course of the movie, none
of it proves memorable, also due to the obvious levels of computer
generated imagery that never makes the invaders, be it the aliens
themselves or their vessels, feel convincingly real. What's worse, in
the heat of battle even the battleships feel overly pixelized at
times. The design of the extra-terrestrial aggressors is also lacking
originality, except for the silly beard like appendages on their face
which makes the threat and thus the film itself that much harder to
take seriously (if the platoon of old folks hadn't ruined it
completely yet). And when you take into consideration that their
motives for attacking humanity are never explained and clearly badly
executed, it's obvious Battleship is yet another pointless
addition to the plethora of lame alien invasion films that have
plagued moviegoers for the last few years. Being based on a much
beloved board game does not excuse studio executives to regurgitate
their recent failures.
The
original Battleship board game was a game of wits and skill,
but the resulting movie employs neither and appears to be nothing but
a haphazard attempt to out-Bay Michael Bay by applying his noisy and
irritating style of action to yet another Hasbro owned toy franchise
(as if the Transformers trilogy wasn't headache inducing
enough), undoubtedly also intended to sell more Hasbro products. The
latter might not be a bad suggestion, since saving the money for two
tickets for this film can buy you the board game instead, which is
guaranteed to make for more fun for two than watching the Battleship
movie could ever hope to achieve.
Oh well,
at least we still have The Avengers to remind us alien
invasion films can still be done right occasionally...
And
watch the trailer here:
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