Posts tonen met het label romance. Alle posts tonen
Posts tonen met het label romance. Alle posts tonen
donderdag 13 april 2017
Today's Review: Their Finest
Terwijl Christopher Nolan voortploetert aan het werk voor zijn epische oorlogsfilm Dunkirk, brengt het bescheidener Their Finest die veldslag maanden eerder ter herinnering in de bioscoop. Het romantische drama heeft echter noch het budget, noch de pretenties van Nolans monumentale klus. Their Finest is bovenal een eerbetoon aan de vrouwen die achter de schermen het moreel van de belegerde Britten hooghielden, maar daar amper waardering voor kregen. Die krijgen ze nu alsnog in een lichtzinnig drama waarin romantiek en humor geslaagd hand in hand gaan met oneerlijkheid en oorlogsgruwel, zonder het laatste te bagatelliseren. Met dank aan een Britse topcast die alle inhoudelijke twijfel moeiteloos wegneemt.
Als het moreel van de Britse bevolking tijdens de Blitz beneden alle peil zakt, is het aan het medium film om de gemoederen weer op te peppen. Dat is niet makkelijk, want de meeste mannen vechten voor het vaderland terwijl de vrouwen hun positie in de industrie hebben overgenomen. En schrijven voor een overwegend vrouwelijk publiek blijkt niet iets waartoe Britse scenaristen overtuigend in staat zijn. De muizige Catrin Cole wordt ingehuurd om het vrouwelijke perspectief te belichten. Al snel blijkt die klus grootser dan verwacht, als haar idee voor een dramatische propagandafilm goedkeuring krijgt van het ministerie. Terwijl ze zich staande moet zien te houden in een onverbiddelijke mannenwereld, groeit haar project over de heroïsche evacuatie bij Duinkerken al gauw voorbij alle verwachte proporties. Met de film moet ze niet alleen de Britse strijdbaarheid opkrikken, maar ook de Amerikanen tot de geallieerde zaak verleiden. Tussendoor moet ze leren omgaan met ijdele acteurs, jaloerse scenaristen en wispelturige producenten. Om nog maar te zwijgen van een romantische driehoeksverhouding. Want ook Their Finest zelf is vanuit een overwegend vrouwelijk perspectief gemaakt.
Romantiek, humor, oorlogsdrama, propaganda, vrouwenrechten... Their Finest neemt een hoop hooi op haar vork. De Deense cineaste Lone Scherfig weet het echter tot een sympathiek geheel te breien. De film vertelt immers niet over de ellende in het platgebombardeerde Londen of Duinkerken, maar over de mentale strijd via de kracht van het medium film om het nationale defaitisme een halt toe te roepen. Om ons scepticisme omtrent humor tegen een oorlogsachtergrond te sussen, verzamelde Scherfig een indrukwekkende verzameling Britse acteurs. Jong talent als Sam Claflin en Jack Huston wordt aangevuld met veteranen als Bill Nighy en Helen McCrory, waardoor de kwaliteit van het acteerwerk verzekerd is. Spil in het verhaal is Gemma Artertons Catrin, een aanvankelijk naïeve jongedame die zich als ridder van de Britse zaak moet opwerpen en daarbij vooral mannelijke tegenwerking tegemoet ziet. Is het niet het onrecht van haar lagere salaris, dan wel de strijd met haar man om het recht van kostwinner. Arterton is altijd een genot om naar te kijken en haar ontwikkeling van overdonderde copywriter naar vastberaden producente in Their Finest vormt geen uitzondering op die regel.
Arterton krijgt effectief hulp bij haar lovenswaardige prestatie van haar tegenspelers, waarbij vooral Nighy de show steelt als een voormalig steracteur die zich door zijn leeftijd geconfronteerd ziet met een gebrek aan respectabele rollen. Zijn verontwaardiging over het vertolken van een aan lager wal geraakte zeeman zorgt voor hilarische momenten, evenals diens coachen van een talentloze Amerikaan in een essentiële rol. Het rijke acteursensemble neemt de clichés over de zelfingenomen filmwereld met zichtbaar plezier op de hak. Their Finest vormt een liefdevol eerbetoon aan de aloude kunst van het filmmaken. Bijzonder charmant is de scène waarin een grootse troepenmacht op het Franse strand onthuld wordt als schildering, waar een acteur in close-up doorheen banjert en de illusie verstoort. Feitelijk weinig verschillend van Nolans Dunkirk, waarin bordkartonnen troepen de figuranten moesten aanvullen. Zoveel is er sindsdien niet veranderd in de filmindustrie, bewijst Scherfig op aanstekelijke wijze.
Gelukkig geldt hetzelfde niet voor de positie van de vrouw. Their Finest kent vrouwelijke aanwezigheid in alle sleutelrollen. Hoewel de film niet gebaseerd is op een daadwerkelijk propagandaproject, doet dat geen afbreuk aan de voorgangers van de huidige generaties filmvrouwen, die zich omringd zagen door hun jaloerse en vijandige mannelijke tegenhangers. De angst voor het groeiende feminisme dat de industriële aanwezigheid van vrouwen in de hand werkte, wordt helaas slechts en passant aangestipt in Their Finest. De film trekt liever tijd uit voor een geforceerde driehoeksverhouding tussen Catrin, haar echtgenoot en haar naaste collega, waarin haar eigen wensen niet voorop staan. Hoewel dit subplot afleidt van het hoofdverhaal, kent het toch een verrassende wending die illustreert hoeveel vrouwen opgaven voor het landsbelang, ook nadat de strijd was gestreden. Dat vrouwen niet actief waren aan het front wil niet zeggen dat ook zij niet alles opofferden voor de goede zaak. Een vlugge blik op de castlijst van Dunkirk verraadt de vrouwelijke afwezigheid in Nolans film, waarmee het belang van die boodschap van Their Finest treffend onderstreept wordt.
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zaterdag 12 november 2016
Today's Review: The 9th Life of Louis Drax
Met The 9th Life of Louis Drax lijkt Alexandre Aja een waardige opvolger voor zijn zonderlinge Horns voor ogen gehad te hebben. In die bizarre film trok hij alles uit de kast in een gitzwarte, gothic komedie die de regels van de fantasy en horror aan zijn laars lapte. Goed nieuws voor de genrefans die er wel om konden lachen, want Aja tracht dus nu hetzelfde te bewerkstelligen. Het probleem is echter dat aan de basis van The 9th Life of Louis Drax een bloedserieus en beladen thema staat, dat zich maar moeilijk leent voor alle fantastische opsmuk waarmee Aja het serveert. Wat begint als een licht en komisch jongensavontuur, ontspoort hoe langer hoe meer in een duister relaas over slechte ouders, psychisch trauma en een dodelijke drang naar aandacht, waarbij Aja's mentaliteit van 'kijk-deze-malligheid-eens' volkomen misplaatst voelt.
De Louis Drax uit de titel is een negenjarig jochie dat de pech had in coma te raken na een val van een klif. Dat klinkt onfortuinlijk, maar is voor Louis slechts het zoveelste ongeluk in zijn korte bestaan. Die pech begon naar eigen zeggen al bij zijn geboorte en heeft zich sindsdien geuit in een reeks voorvallen die elk ander kind niet overleefd zou hebben. Nu lijkt ook voor Louis de grens bereikt, want het lukt hem niet om uit zijn coma te stappen. Dat geeft hem echter de gelegenheid om te observeren hoe zijn omgeving reageert op zijn toestand. Na het voorval is een onderzoek in gang gezet om te beoordelen of er opzet bij zijn ongeluk in het spel was. Alle sporen wijzen naar zijn sindsdien verdwenen vader. Ondertussen grient zijn beeldschone moeder aan zijn zijde, wat de aandacht trekt van de onwaarschijnlijk aantrekkelijke arts die Louis' curieuze geval bestudeert. Want dat er met het joch en zijn ouders veel meer aan de hand is dan een jammerlijk afgelopen picknick, laat zich snel raden.
Zo beschouwd schijnt The 9th Life of Louis Drax allereerst een doorsnee 'whodunit', maar dan had Aja zeker voor de eer bedankt. Voor een regisseur met uitsluitend horrortitels in zijn zak geen gedweep met standaard misdaadonderzoek. Nee, daar moeten bovennatuurlijke elementen, zoals engelen en zeemonsters, aan te pas komen wil het interessant worden. Dat leent zich prima voor de sfeer van jeugdig avontuur die de film aanvankelijk uitstraalt en een jonge doelgroep doet vermoeden. Al snel blijkt echter dat het hoe en waarom achter Louis' leed minder fantastisch, maar vooral duisterder en schokkender is dan verwacht. Het exotische element van The 9th Life of Louis Drax pakt daarbij misleidend uit en slaat dood. Wie met een kinderfilm van doen dacht te hebben, vergist zich behoorlijk. De film ontaardt in een thriller waarin optimistische fantasie plaatsmaakt voor zwaar drama over menselijke pijn en gestoorde ouder-kindrelaties. Op zich geen onaardige wending, ware het niet dat serieus drama aan Aja verspild is.
Uiteraard baseert Aja dit drama slechts op het bronmateriaal van schrijfster Liz Jensen. Maar gezien zijn staat van dienst is het niet verwonderlijk dat hij visueel flink uitpakt wanneer het script hem dat toestaat. Aja leeft zich veelvuldig uit met licht/donkercontrasten en stemmingmakende halo's, waardoor de film absoluut sfeerrijk is. De overdreven spookachtige soundtrack had wel een tikkeltje minder gemogen. De stijlmiddelen houden het verloop van de eerste helft enigszins intrigerend, ondanks de menselijke tekortkomingen naast al het mysterie. Want tegenover de vraagtekens rond het lot van Louis wordt een potsierlijke plotlijn geplaatst over een verhouding tussen moeder en dokter, beiden met het uiterlijk van een supermodel. Het tenenkrommende subplot mag dan uiteindelijk in dienst van Aja's grote misleiding staan, dat het lachwekkende trekjes aanneemt zal hopelijk toch onbedoeld zijn.
Eveneens niet bevorderlijk voor onze band met de hoofdpersonen is het feit dat de titelfiguur eigenlijk niet zo'n aardig kereltje is. Tijdens het voortdurende onderzoek levert hij commentaar op zijn situatie en zijn verleden, à la het inhoudelijk soortgelijke (en ook al niet beklijvende) The Lovely Bones, maar erg sympathiek is hij niet. Hij stookt tussen zijn ouders en doodt zijn hamsters. Vloeit dit alles voort uit een onverwerkt trauma rond zijn bekvechtende opvoeders? Met de achterliggende redenen heeft Aja schijnbaar minder affiniteit dan met de bovennatuurlijke kanten die hij doet vermoeden. Hij verliest zich in Louis' fantastiewereldje en sleurt ons daarin mee, terwijl dat uiteindelijk als bijzaak, en Louis als bijfiguur in het leven van zijn ouders, bestempeld wordt. Dat Aja ons hardhandig uit die fantasie haalt voor een naargeestige climax vol kommer en kwel die niets meer wegheeft van de vrolijk gestemde opening, is ronduit bezwaarlijk. Aja jongleert losjes met allerhande genres, maar balans wordt node gemist in het uiteindelijk allerminst luchtige geval Louis Drax.
woensdag 26 oktober 2016
Today's Review: Hart Beat
Wie de doelgroep is van Hart Beat is vanaf de eerste seconde duidelijk. Met een opening die wordt ondersteund door uitzinnig schreeuwende tienermeisjes, zwijmelend bij een zingende hunk, is de toon gezet voor de rest van de film. De hunk in kwestie is Rein van Duivenboden, voorheen een lid van de boyband MainStreet. Deze Nederlandse Justin Bieber heeft met Hart Beat zijn eigen speelfilm gekregen waarin uit de doeken wordt gedaan hoe zwaar tienersterren het hebben als ze zowel een persoonlijk leven als een glansrijke carrière in de muziek ambiëren. Want net als gewone mensen willen ze het liefst Echte Liefde. Die harde strijd om de Ware te behouden wanneer ze gevonden is, vormt het 'hart' uit de titel, uiteraard ondersteund door een flinke dosis muziek, in een nogal voorspelbaar romantisch puberdrama dat alleen die doelgroep zal behagen.
Van Duivenboden gaat in Hart Beat als Mik door het leven. Met zijn zoetgevooisde keel en zijn weergaloze uiterlijk is hij het idool van een hele generatie meisjes, maar nou net niet van Zoë. Die moet niets hebben van zijn kazige muziek en diens aan waanzin grenzende aanhang. Zij prefereert een natuurlijker, gevoeliger soort muziek. En dus draait Hart Beat om de ironie dat nou net dit tweetal verliefd wordt. Hij rijdt haar aan met zijn tourbus, zij scheldt hem uit en eist een nieuwe fiets en ergens daartussen slaan vonken over. Vervolgens gooit het wrede leven alles in de strijd om het duo ervan te weerhouden elkaar te krijgen, maar niemand die gelooft dat ze zich laten tegenhouden in hun wederzijdse smachten. Prima, dit soort films moet het nou eenmaal niet hebben van een geraffineerd verhaal, maar van een aanstekelijke feelgood uitwerking die de beoogde jongere doelgroep aanspreekt. Die tienermeisjes zal het wel bekoren, maar het lijkt onwaarschijnlijk dat andere demografieën zich tot deze fletse jeugdige romantiek aangetrokken zullen voelen.
Een verhaal als Hart Beat valt of staat hoofdzakelijk met de chemie tussen beide partijen, en die laat in dit geval te wensen over. Aan de jonge actrice Vajèn van den Bosch ligt het niet. Zij heeft al de nodige theater- en televisieproducties op haar conto staan en houdt zich opvallend goed staande naast de ervaren acteurs. Helaas heeft het scenario van de film haar in de eerste helft voorzien van een nogal onsympathieke houding, waardoor ze dikwijls nors en bits uit de hoek moet komen. Dat Zoë gebukt gaat onder de relatieproblemen van haar ouders moet het verhaal een extra dimensie geven, maar het maakt haar karakter er aanvankelijk dusdanig onaantrekkelijk op dat we niet geloven dat Mik voor haar valt. Mik zelf is echter een groter probleem, want dat Van Duivenboden voor het eerst acteert, is iets te klaarblijkelijk. Hoe sexy hij er ook uitziet en hoe leuk hij ook kan zingen, feit blijft dat hij maar één gelaatsuitdrukking hanteert en daardoor raakt onze emotionele betrokkenheid al snel in het geding. Ook de sidekicks maken de situatie er niet beter op. Zoë's compagnon is een overdadig bijdehand wicht met een tenenkrommende lijst hartsvriendinnenregeltjes. Mik moet het doen met een door rap geobsedeerde vriend - om gelijk maar een zo breed mogelijk jongerenpubliek voor de film warm te maken - die door iedereen met de neus wordt aangekeken naast de ster om wie alles draait. De ingrediënten voor jaloezie en wraak die de affaire tussen de twee jonge harten moeten verstoren liggen zo al binnen vijf minuten open en bloot op tafel.
Naast de jonge castleden komen de oudgedienden helaas niet veel beter uit de verf. Ondanks de vele accolades in hun resumé worden de volwassen acteurs hier hoofdzakelijk gereduceerd tot eenzijdige typetjes, te vaak ingezet voor gemakzuchtig komische noten. Zelfs het tragische subplot omtrent Zoë's ouders wordt hier op den duur de dupe van, want Hart Beat moet vooral niet te serieus worden, zo lijkt de gedachtegang. De doelgroep wordt immers al te vaak gebombardeerd met zware thema's in Carry Slee-verfilmingen, dus luchtigheid is het devies. De impact van alle intrige en verstoorde verhoudingen rond de romantiek brokkelt zo snel af als de film naar een bruisend happy end holt. De potentiële zelfreflexieve diepgang omtrent de jonge ster, gespeeld door zichzelf, die achter de schermen als melkkoe voor managers en producenten wordt ingezet die niets om zijn persoonlijke leven geven, wordt verspild aan een magere puberromance. De slappe dialogen - "Oh mam, doe nou 'ns even relaxed!" en dergelijke taal - doen niet vermoeden dat de schrijvers het hedendaagse jongerenjargon doorgronden. Hart Beat is simpelweg net zo 'cheesy' als Zoë Miks muziek verwijt te zijn. De fans van de zanger zal het worst wezen, die komen wel opdagen. Het is echter onwaarschijnlijk dat veel anderen hart voor Hart Beat zullen tonen.
zondag 14 februari 2016
Today's Review: How to Be Single
Oh look, it's another movie review!:
How to Be Single - recensie
A typical romantic comedy for Valentine's Day, I expect the concept was here. But actually, How to Be Single isn't quite so typical. It just plays with typical characters in typical situations searching for typical love. And atypically, not finding it. Because the ultimate message is that you need to get to know yourself and your own desires before you can adequately satisfy or be satisfied by someone else's. And to do that, you need to know how to be self reliable. Like the titel says, how to be single. Seems easy enough, hardly a novel life lesson, but not for these women who prove blind to this notion for far too long. Which also hinders the comedic element quite a bit, and thus the level on which this movie can be enjoyed.
Revolving about the romantics of four different women - plus several men, who all are relegated to the side, since the target audience of course is female - How to Be Single follows their desperate attempts to hook up with members of the opposite sex (quite a conservative approach, there's no other options that characterize our contemporary multisexual society explored here). They suck at it. Young Alice just got out of a relationship and doesn't know how to rely on her own in the busy night life of New York City. Fortunately party animal Robin is willing to teach her, but she specializes in one-night stands, so her advice proves to be of little use for something more serious, nor should her wild tactics be considered exemplary at all. Alice's sister Meg wants a child, but due to her busy career she has no time for a man. Does she have time for a baby then? Not really, it seems. Lucy keeps looking for any available men online, rather than seeing the obvious partner right in front of her. Her story and character are sadly underdeveloped, which is made more regrettable by the fact that this also means underusing Alison Brie's considerable comedic talents. It would have been better if her story line had been eliminated altogether to make room for the others, but since the modern notion of looking for true love on social media is her angle, it was kept in so the movie could appear to say a thing or two about digital dating, which it hardly does.
In terms of comedy, How to Be Single also proves a letdown. The characters of Meg and especially Alice are bland and naive and provide mostly predictable melodrama. It's up to Rebel Wilson's Robin to ensure the laughs, and at least she succeeds admirably at that. In fact, the movie seems to drag and drone on whenever she's off-screen for too long. But when she's involved, the atmosphere quickly gets more appreciable. Makes you wonder whether a movie dealing entirely with her character would not have been preferable. But then, films about loose female characters with questionable dating ethics and a taste for alcoholic indulgence screwing their way through the male portion of humanity are hardly unique. Then again, neither are mosaic romance pictures like this flick. And there's better examples of those available than How to Be Single.
donderdag 22 mei 2014
Today's Review: Walk of Shame
Took a while, but here's finally a new review I wrote for MS:
http://www.moviescene.nl/p/155776/walk_of_shame_-_recensie
Not the greatest comedy, as I anticipated. Filled to the brim with sexual and racial stereotypes for cheap laughs. Neverthless, many of those laughs still worked. You won't be roaring with laughter, but there's many a playful smirk, some moments of malicious delight and snickering aplenty to be had here. It's really too bad a reasonably talented actress like Elizabeth Banks functions mostly as the butt of these jokes though, best jokes being dlivered by others bouncing off her, instead of her being allowed to really demonstrate her own comic abilities. And the romantic subplot is hardly worth mentioning due to its dull and predictable processions. Overall, this movie is a decent bit of entertainment on long winter nights when there really is nothing else worth checking out. In these modern digital times where almost everything you could ever want to behold is just a click away online, such a scenario is a rarity though.
maandag 19 mei 2014
Today's Trailer: True Blood, the final season
Posted this interesting bit of advertising on MS yesterday:
http://www.moviescene.nl/p/155784/trailer_laatste_seizoen_true_blood_
Looks like True Blood means to go out with a bang. As it should. I know the show has seen its ups and downs, but even among all the silly Maenad blood orgies and wacky worshipping witches there was always enough left to keep you enticed. I've yet to see Season 6, so I don't know whether it too features dramatic qualitative deterioration or whether it keeps the momentum and strength of Season 5 going, but I'd like to think the odd numbered seasons provide the better fare, and hopefully Season 7 continues that trend and carries it to a formidable finale that once and for all defines the series as a true quality show beyond contestation. As for the trailer, it looks promising, showcasing that all our favorite characters are back - some of them we haven't seen for a while, and others we could have lived without for a while longer - for one final supernatural showdown, before we'll have to do without them forever. I bet there will be a fair amount of casualties among them, as the writers don't necessarily have to keep them alive for more any longer. Whoever gets fanged up, it better not be Eric, since I'm still hoping for his own spin-off show. Or maybe the end of True Blood would be a decent time to start watching Vikings then.
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zaterdag 23 november 2013
Today's Mini-Review: La Vie d'Adèle
La
Vie d'Adèle:
****/*****, or 8/10
Abdellatif
Kechiche's exploration of love, released in some territories under
the title Blue is the Warmest Color, packs quite a powerful
punch in terms of both emotional and controversial contents. This
microcosmic three-hour epic follows the young Adèle (relative
newcomer Adèle Exarchopoulos) during the evolution of her first love
and sexual awakening, divided into two distinct chapters. In the
first, the teenage girl is struggling with societal expectations and
personal preferences. Though she physically experiments with boys,
she quickly grows confused and disappointed as it doesn't seem to be
able to stimulate her as she has been brought up to believe it
should. A circumstantial kiss with a girl leads her to suspect she is
looking for love in all the wrong places, a hypothesis soon tested
out in a gay bar. When she meets the free-spirited Emma (Léa
Seydoux), who has a habit of dyeing her hair blue, the two connect
almost instantly, which leads them to start the road down a genuine
romantic relationship, which includes many a scene of passionate
same-sex intercourse. In the second chapter, we find the pair some
years down the road, after Adèle has graduated and is aspiring to
become a elementary school teacher, while Emma is starting to come
into her own as an artist. Despite their love continuing to flourish,
the element of novelty has worn of and Adèle considers she might
have jumped to conclusions about her sexual nature as she finds
herself interested in male partners after all, which causes her to be
unfaithful to Emma and attempting to lie about it afterwards to no
avail. Emma uncovers her infedelity and in a fit of rage kicks her
out of the house. Adèle must come to terms with the sad fact she has
lost her first love due to her own faux pas, but it will take her
quite some time to recover from this emotional trauma.
La
Vie d'Adèle must surely have been an extraordinary ordeal for
the two young actresses carrying the piece in terms of filming.
Kechiche tells Adèle's story relying on close-ups for most of the
film, their every facial nuance laid bare, which makes us feel like
we're right on top of them continuously. Correspondingly, the two
women also spend a lot of time on top of each other, in a number of
quite explicit lesbian sex scenes that leave next to nothing to the
imagination, covering the entire range of physical positions you can
think of where two women are involved. Though this apparent excess of
groping, fingering and tribbing appears titillating at first, these
scenes carry on for far longer than feels comfortable for the
audience. However, they are yet another natural part of the everyday
love life of these girls in the director's mind and as such ought not
be censored for the sake of the audience's own inhibitions, nor are
they meant to arouse. Accusations of blatant pornography cannot be
wholly dismissed, but clearly are not Kechiche's sole intentions,
whatever the levels of controversy and thus publicity these scenes
might spark. In that regard, he also holds little interest in the
homosexual nature of the mutual love he examines. Though at first the
concept of a girl falling in love with a girl and the views thereof
in society, i.e., Adèle's high school and home environment, relate
the usual notions of otherness and awkwardness, the story quickly
evolves to the point where that fact simply matters not. Though the
two women don't openly flaunt their love for each other at every
turn, the gay side of their relation is quite apparent yet never the
subject of open criticism: these are just two people in love, it's as
simple as that for Kechiche. Whether it is intended as such or not,
it's quite a statement to make in contemporary France, where
homosexuality is still a matter of heated debate and even violent
confrontations. Kechiche doesn't seem to care about current day
politics. Realism, and realism only, is key, as he illustrates by
making effective use of improvisation throughout the film, the script
only used sparingly to help the actresses establish their own natural
rhythm of conversing and interacting, instead of merely adhering to
the lines written down. It's a monumental task for any actor/actress,
no matter how experienced, but both of them succeed to completely
convincingly results: Exarchopoulos in particular is to be applauded
for the achievement of portraying the inexperienced Adèle to such
compelling success, considering her own lack of experience in terms
of acting. La Vie d'Adèle deconstructs the theme of love
entirely, from its inception to its brutal ending, its joys and its
horrors exposed, fully justifying its running time of 187 minutes
despite the risk it carries of discouraging the audience. Kechiche is
not afraid to end the movie on a note of ambiguity in regard to
Adèle's own understanding and weathering of the concept, as she is
confronted by the mark it has left on her. Sometimes love is a
blessing, but an equal amount of time it's a curse, the director
remarks.
dinsdag 19 november 2013
Today's Review: The Hunger Games: Catching Fire
I had the privilege of reviewing the next installment for The Hunger Games last week, and here's the result as posted on MovieScene today:
http://www.moviescene.nl/p/151677/the_hunger_games_catching_fire_-_recensie
It got edited down a bit due to length, as is usual for my MS reviews. Some of the sentences don't run as smoothly as my original intention was, but you get the gist: I was quite positive about the film. It was a worthy successor to the first film and in many ways surpassed it. Nor was the much dreaded love triangle, though still present, as much as an obstacle for the flow of the film and the attention of the audience as I initially feared. Though still not perfect, Catching Fire did about everything The Hunger Games did, except bigger and to more gripping results.
This was also my first major press viewing. Whereas most of the ones I attended so far drew crowds of no more than 20 people, this particular screening witnessed at least 80 attendees from all over the country. It was a more formal showing too, complete with security taking the audience's cell phones in custody to prevent potential illegal copying. They didn't find one on me, much to their surprise and my entertainment. Furthermore, the distributor tried to bribe us with copies of the book and a neat little mockingjay brooch. Considering my 8/10 rating, they might as well have succeeded. I'm currently reading that book, which is odd, since I haven't read the first novel and I usually refrain from reading Dutch translations from books originally written in the English language. Maybe it's simply a good read, even though I preferred the movie (which follows the original text fairly closely I must add). To top it all, the screening was held at my actual job location, so I surprised and frustrated my colleagues, hard at work at that time, by appearing on the job only to disappear into the theatre to watch a film they all desperately wanted to see for themselves. And of course I bragged about it the rest of the week, for such is my nature. All in all, I much enjoyed this first big shot press screening of mine and I sure hope more will follow (though sadly I just lost out on the second Hobbit film).
It seems the odds where in my favor on this one.
maandag 21 oktober 2013
Today's Mini-Review: Cleopatra
Starring:
Elizabeth Taylor, Richard Burton, Rex Harrison
Directed
by Joseph L. Mankiewicz
USA/UK:
20th Century-Fox, 1963
If
'lavish' is the singular term to bestow upon the historical epics of
the Fifties and Sixties, Cleopatra exceeds the term in every
way, making it clear from the get-go of its four-hour running time
this, adjusted for inflation, is definitely one of the most excessive
and expensive movies of them all. 20th Century-Fox sure
wasn't thrilled by that fact at the time, as it nearly pushed the
studio into bankruptcy. Nevertheless, it persisted in the project
(since cancellation would have been its death sentence for sure) and
today it remains a testament to just how staggeringly detailed and
rich a movie can be made to look if enough money is thrown at it. In
many ways, Cleopatra is not one, but two movies: director
Joseph L. Mankiewicz always intended for it to be released in two
parts (a decision the home cinema release has honoured by splitting
the movie in half, spread over two discs). The first would have been
called Caesar and Cleopatra, its sequel Antony and
Cleopatra, as the movie conveniently cuts from one male
protagonist to the other around the middle of the film, with the
Queen of Egypt the constant that unites them both in a tale of
passion, decadence, lust and glory.
Grand
diva Elizabeth Taylor plays her most iconic role of all as the young
queen that finds herself in the middle of the plots and intrigue at
the Egyptian court of her brother who means to dispose of her, only
to be saved by the older Roman general Caesar (a thoughtful and
intelligent, but undeniably ruthless and pragmatic character
portrayed by Rex Harrison) who, compelled by her wit and charm,
instead forms an alliance with her and gets rid of her treacherous
sibling. Said union spawns a son, Caesarion, which gives her an
incentive to make a claim on the rule of Rome when his father is
murdered in the Senate. Enter his boorish, no-nonsense
second-in-command Mark Antony (the notorious Richard Burton) who has
his own notions on the matter, but swiftly is suckered into
Cleopatra's web of passion too, an affair destined to end in tragedy.
Ironically, Taylor and Burton couldn't keep their hands off each
other in reality as well, leading to one of the most scandalous and
infamous love affairs in Hollywood history that made Brangelina look
second rate. Keeping the affair in line as well as could be managed –
basically, not at all, thanks to Burton's loudmouth persona – to
avoid overly devastating public scrutiny, coupled with the ever
rising production problems and outrageous costs (driving a movie
originally budgeted at 2 million dollars to a whopping 44 million
dollars), drove many a Fox executive close to madness, but over the
years Cleopatra made a decent recuperation for the studio and
even turned a bit of a profit.
Audiences
sure got what they payed for: an outrageous epic-to-end-all-epics with a
scale and scope still unsurpassed, using some of the biggest sets
ever created, populated by thousands of extras and a diverse range of
wild beasts, all just as background material. And unlike the
digitally saturated present day, it was all there in the flesh,
making the sets look as spectacularly opulent in real life as they
appear on film. Of course the fabulously rich enviroments where
secondary only to Taylor's magnificent performance as the young
monarch, at first relying on her sensual beauty and ever
underestimated intelligence for her own basic survival, but soon
applying both to make her country and herself a top player in
Mediterranean politics by going head to head with the might of Rome
in a love affair with one of its most powerful men that is bound to
destroy an empire, and ultimately herself as tragedy ensues. Taylor
definitely dominates each scene and won't allow the bombastic sights
to take centre stage. She is aided by a grand cast which includes the
likes of Roddy McDowall and Martin Landau, only tools for her to play
off against as they can't compare with her majesty. Nevertheless,
because of the endless show of grandiose sets, sexual plotting and
Roman violence it cannot be denied Cleoptra feels like it's
dragging on too long, which convinces the audience cutting it into
two separate pieces would probably have been for the best. Even so,
Cleopatra remains one of the most sensational movies ever
produced, its history as wild and epic as the history that inspired
it.
dinsdag 15 oktober 2013
Today's Mini-Review: Don Jon
Don
Jon: ****/*****, or 7/10
Joseph
Gordon-Levitt stars in and wrote this film, his directorial debut,
which in a comedic tone explores the life of a porn-addict: apparently the fringes of socially accepted sexual behavior continue to be of interest to him (e.g. Mysterious Skin, where he played a young hustler). Jon (G-L)
apparently has it all: he's good looking, has a nice car, some close
friends to bro down with, he loves his family and his church and he
can all too easily score with girls. But what interests him the most
is porn, the only thing he can totally loose himself in. Real girls
just don't cut it compared to the wild excess he witnesses in porn.
And that's not likely to change, until he meets 'perfect dime'
Barbara (Scarlett Johansson) at his local club and starts actively
pursuing her, as she's the closest he has ever come to falling in
love with anyone. Unfortunately for him, Barbara doesn't make it easy
and has a long list of changes in store, not so much for him as to
satiate her own view of what a prospective partner ought to be. Porn
is unsurprisingly off the table, as is lying, after which Jon soon
discovers how much of an addict he really is, as he can't stop
watching the former and consequently doing the latter. Set in an
outrageous stereotypical 'Joysee' milieu (if you can't stand those
awfully annoying accents you would do well to stay away from this
film), Don Jon proves a quirky, at times witty comedy that
makes no illusions it doesn't have grand notions to share with its
audience when it comes to addictions, porn or otherwise. Its ultimate
message appears to be 'if you want to find real love, be yourself and
don't let it change you into someone you're not'. It doesn't take the
audience long to learn that lesson – unlike Jon himself, fairly
thick-headed as he is: he concurrently, much to his dismay, learns
too late there's an option to erase his online browsing history too –
as we swiftly see Barbara for what she is: a vain and overly
demanding broad who insists Jon must give up his idiosyncrasies and
private aspirations to satisfy her personal take on a good match, all
brainwashed by the absurd simplistic fairy tales she takes for real
life that she has seen in too many romantic comedies, which Don
Jon convincingly equates with pornography, except the female
counterpart. The stuff seen in typical Hollywood dreck about romance
and marriage – exemplified by a short sample of such fare featuring
funny cameos by Anne Hathaway and Channing Tatum – is just as much
a work of gender defining fantasy as the carnal possibilities porn
generally delivers, and a successful match that triggers genuine love
both compromises and balances these two paradigms. It takes Jon a lot
longer to realize this than us, the audience, though we are surprised
at the outcome as he eventually runs off with someone we wouldn't
have expected (thanks to the typical cinematic standards Hollywood
has imbued us with, which Don Jon sometimes feels like
breaking). Meanwhile, we are treated to a gutsy comedy that only
narrowly escaped an NC-17 rating thanks to all the talk about
hardcore sexual intercourse (the film's end credits reveal the
Pornhub site was a minor partner, while a pornography consultant was
also employed). Admittedly, it does come off as preachy a bit towards
its climax, at which point the number of laughs also drops, but until
that time we witness a strong cast deliver terrifically funny
performances with a good sense of timing. Gordon-Levitt and Johansson
are particularly hilarious as the would-be star couple, evenly
matched towards one another and fortunately sharing a good deal of
chemistry. Also of note is Julianne Moore as an oddball older woman
in a semi-mentor role that ends up differently than we might have
foreseen. As a director and writer, G-L is off to a decent start as
he clearly inspires enthusiasm in his fellow actors and successfully
balances both directorial duties and a star performance, while
tackling a fairly heavy topic with surprising ease, albeit for laughs
more than for actual audience contemplation.
maandag 7 oktober 2013
Today's Mini-Review: Mud
Mud:
****/*****, or 8/10
Gritty
and stern coming-of-age drama set on the banks of the mighty
Mississippi in a poor, rural community where you get nothing for
free, love least of all. Young boys Ellis and Neckbone (marvelous
acting from newcomers Tye Sheridan and Jacob Lofland) try to make the
best of a harsh life, having fun as well as their situation will
allow them. Their latest find to ensure a good time: an abandoned
boat swept into the treetops by a flood on a small, neglected river
island. Soon someone else encroaches on this idyllic place of theirs
though, a mysterious drifter named Mud (impeccable performance by
Matthew McConaughey, almost making you forget the numerous lousy
romcoms he has starred in in recent years by showing he can still do
more demanding bits of acting). On the run from the police, Mud
weaves a sympathetic tale of drama and romance which ensnares the
boys into making a deal with this stranger: if they provide him with
food, tools and information in his ploy to elope with his sweetheart
Juniper (a battered but ever beautiful Reese Witherspoon), they can
keep the boat, and, thrown in as a bonus, his gun. The boys swiftly
find out Mud may be more dangerous than they at first anticipated, as
his archenemy arrives in town wist a posse of bounty hunters, poised
to kill their new secret associate at all costs. The audience has no
illusions that Mud's stories about his life and situation are nowhere
near the whole truth, if not a bunch of bald faced lies and baloney.
But like the young protagonists, we cannot help but be entranced by
Mud's Southern charm and seeming sincerity, especially when much of
his wild tales seem to be verified as the film progresses. For Ellis,
the love between Mud and Juniper is a refreshing taste of the good
things in life he himself sorely lacks, as his own parents cannot get
along and are moving increasingly towards a divorce which may end
Ellis' life as he knows it, and not necessarily for the better. Just
hitting puberty and taking his own first steps in the minefield that
is love, Ellis so badly wants to believe in true love that will make
people do anything to maintain it, he is blind to any hints that
suggest Mud is nothing but a con man. Of course, things are indeed
not as they seem, and everything points to Mud having used the boys
for his own shady purposes. Despite the eventual exposure of his web
of lies though, Mud gets his fair chance to redeem himself in the
eyes of his former acolytes, as his nemesis and his band of brigands
are moving in on him with no moral qualms of taking out anyone that
has come to his aid of late, putting Ellis and Neckbone in grave
danger too. A violent conclusion and an unavoidable number of deaths
seems inescapable, and love seems unlikely to save the day as Ellis
so firmly desired. Director Jeff Nichols (Take Shelter)
doesn't go easy on his juvenile main characters and adds plenty of
misery and bad luck to their already hard life, shattering their
illusions and dreams for the future, but never going so far as to
eliminate hope entirely. A child's notions of love and life never
quite come to fruition as it had expected, he states, but good things
can still come from a bad situation in the long run (which does lead
to a happy ending that cannot fully avoid a bit of sentimentality).
His point is made with help of a great supporting cast of excellent
actors, among them the likes of Sam Shepard, Paul Sparks and Michael
Shannon (the latter both Boardwalk Empire veterans). Despite
the hardships their characters suffer, the swamp lands surrounding
the Mississippi that Nichols introduces us to remain a place of
simple beauty and hopeful dreams that no violence, betrayal or lies
can hurt. And those who hope for shirtless scenes of McConaughey, as
is his routine he pulls one off (literally) in this film as well.
zondag 25 augustus 2013
Today's Review: The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones
Here's another one of them review thingies I did for the folks at MovieScene:
http://www.moviescene.nl/p/149313/the_mortal_instruments_city_of_bones_-_recensie
Suffice to say, City of Bones gave me no boner. It's simply too much of a formulaic movie doing whatever you expect from a formulaic movie, especially where it concerns the lack of being at all interesting. It's a real shame, considering the abundance of good, capable actors, even of the teen variety. I doubt this film will do what Twilight did - drawing excessive numbers of teenage girls to the cinema - and I don't lament it, but I mostly see a waste of talent here, both in terms of acting and in terms of the art department which also did a solid job. Oh well, it's not the first disappointing movie of the year. Not that I had particularly high hopes for this one.
zondag 21 juli 2013
Today's Mini-Reviews: Zombies, zombies everywhere!
World
War Z: ***/*****, or 7/10
Huge
big budget blockbuster adaptation, albeit loosely, of the Max Brooks
novel of the same name. More serious in tone, the film explores the
consequences of a viral pandemic that turns its victims into zombies,
only driven by the urge to infect more people. A star vehicle for
Brad Pitt, World War Z follows an ex-UN employee who is
blackmailed by his former superiors into tracking down the origin of
the plague in exchange for the guarantee his wife and children are
protected from the terrors of the outside world. Unfortunately, it
turns out it's not so easy to pinpoint just where the virus
originated, necessitating him to travel around the globe whilst
following various breadcrumbs in hopes of finding an answer, and if
possible, a cure. Of course, this results in an array of close calls
with ravenous zombies in various major cities, including New York,
Philadelphia and Jeruzalem. The movie incorporates both close
encounters with only a few zombies as well as major zombie offensives
against large human populations as seen through Pitt's eyes. It's the
former that make for the most suspenseful edge-of-your-seat moments,
while the latter gobble up the vast majority of the FX budget, as we
see zombie armies attacking helicopters and city walls in force. Such
scenes look grandiose and work equally well as further examples of
ever active post 9/11 paranoia, but ultimately feel hollow compared
to Pitt's more personal experiences up close with the creepy undead.
However, in those instances, these zombies just don't appear as
frightening or disturbing as those of previous zombie flicks. In
fact, if you're watching the TV-show The Walking Dead on a
regular basis, World War Z offers little you have not seen
before (save for zombie attacks on a bigger scope) and certainly
isn't as poignant as a parable showcasing the failure of humans to
work together for mutual survival, nor delivers it any moments of
intense horror and gore that can match that show's contents. As an
exploration of the legitimacy of our fears for pandemics, this movie
also proves less effective as more scientific accurate fare the likes
of Contagion: think of it more as the silly popcorn variety of
that more intelligent type of flick. In addition, Brad Pitt is much
too big a movie star to convincingly play the everyman out for basic
survival and answers in a world overrun by the living dead. A less
well known actor would have worked better for this movie's purposes,
but in this day and age of ever increasing numbers of Hollywood
flops, studios are afraid to make summer movies that cannot benefit
from having big names to draw in audiences. World War Z
witnessed its fair share of production problems, including a need for
drastic rewrites and 20 million dollar reshoots of its entire third
act. To the credit of those involved, you wouldn't think this film
experienced such obstacles, as it has a fairly solid ending –
including a surprising method of avoiding zombie contact – that
still leaves ample room for an unavoidable sequel or two.
Warm
Bodies: ****/*****, or 7/10
Zombies
admittedly are having a big break on the silver screen this year.
While World War Z is the sort of epic flick meant for the
usual audiences blockbuster movies are made for, the zom-romcom Warm
Bodies should attract crowds looking for more unusual horrific
fare, and even – gods willing – teenage girls that want to fill
the gap left by the finale of the Twilight movies by exploring
similar themed films. Fortunately, the fact this movie combines
thematic elements from the horror genre with all the qualities of
romance is as far as the parallel between Twilight and Warm
Bodies ought to be drawn, as the latter is a delightful off-beat
comedy that hopefully will stay a one-shot instead of being milked
for many more movies to come. The film follows R (Nicholas Hoult of
X-Men: First Class and Jack the Giant Slayer fame), a
teenage zombie male who does what zombies usually do: incoherently
move about the place looking for people to eat, either alone or in a
pack with his undead friends. One day he happens upon the brains of a
living teenage boy, and after devouring them finds he is attracted to
his girlfriend Julie (Teresa Palmer), the sole survivor of the zombie
attack that claimed her boyfriend's life. Hiding her from the other
living corpses, R soon displays amorous behavior towards her, or
attempts at such as good as any dead boy could make, and because of
these sudden feelings appears to regain his past humanity slowly but
surely. Eventually the plot allows for a certain degree of romance
between the pair which is developed compellingly enough to make it
rise above its ludicrous premise. The problem the fledgling lovers
face is how to overcome the prejudices dominant in a world where one
group in society aims to eat the other. Matters are complicated by
the fact Julie's father (John Malkovich) is the stern and
uncompromising leader of the human survivors, while the rise of a
subspecies of zombies named 'Bonies', zombies so far gone they have
lost every shred of humanity and form a danger to both humans and
regular zombies, also is cause for concern. Can R and Julie's mutual
love for each other bridge the differences between both groups in
time for man and dead man to overcome their hatred and unite against
their common foe? As the movie draws towards its close, the plot
focuses more on action and the expected preachy messages, but it's
the first half of the movie that makes for a wonderfully funny
viewing experience totally worth your while as R, via voice-over,
details his dreary everyday life, illustrating a zombie's daily
routine to hilarious results. While people who might fear the love
affair between live girl and dead boy is not convincingly carried
through, they're in for a nice surprise. In fact, it turns out
there's not so much difference between the awkward experiences of
young love as seen through a dead boy's eyes as there is from a
living one. Few guys who tried to hit on girls in their teen years
won't recall similar instances of acting odd in front of the opposite
sex that made them wish they were dead, right?
zondag 2 september 2012
Laughing and crying at the face of doom
Seeking a Friend for the End of the
World: ***/*****, or 6/10
Hollywood
has been continuously reminding us of the upcoming end of the world
slated for December 21st 2012 – be sure to note it in
your agenda if you haven't yet, so you don't plan early Christmas or
New Year activities on the same date only to end up seeing your
festivity appointments ruined – in the recent years, delivering a
stream of films either revolving around the day of reckoning itself
or the harsh and cruel life afterwards (examples include but are not
limited to 2012 (2009), The Book of Eli (2010) and The
Road (2009), some of them good, others not so much). Though such
films all incorporated their own take on global annihilation, the one
thing they had in common was the fact the world's demise is not a
laughing matter, echoing the billions of lives lost and/or the
endless suffering of those left alive. Even in multimillion dollar
blockbuster popcorn movies that feature some good-spirited levity to
keep the piece from becoming to much to bear for the spectator, the
catastrophe is taken seriously and is often treated as having a
genuine basis in reality for keeping it from being too alienating for
audiences, even though the implicated scientific foundations of the
films are utter bollocks (again, 2012). Only months before the
expected event itself, Seeking a Friend for the End of the World
is added to the genre of Doomsday movies, reassuring us that the
Apocalypse is such a grand, large scale and unavoidable thing it's
okay to laugh about it instead of succumbing to depression.
Unfortunately, the delightful tone of hilarity dominating the first
hour of the film soon devolves into a melodramatic frenzy running the
second, which once again makes it hard for viewers to determine just
what to do when the end of times does arrive.
In
Seeking a Friend for the End of the World, the Apocalypse is
caused by that good old Number One suspect of worldwide destruction,
the big bad asteroid about to smash into the face of the planet.
Hardly a new thing for the genre, the film playfully reminds us of
similar occurrences in past movies, i.e. Michael Bay's noisy and
overly hyperactive Armageddon (1998), by having a radio
announcer state in the very opening scene that an attempt to send
astronauts on a space shuttle to the humongous rock, nicknamed
Matilda, in order to blow it up has failed: only three weeks are now
left for all of us, in which time we will get regular updates on
Matilda's approach accompanied by all our classic rock favorites. And
so the tone of the plot is set, in two different ways. First, it's
clear from the get-go this is not a blockbuster movie all about
showcasing spectacular effects in ever more grandiose action
sequences: in fact Matilda herself is never even shown anywhere but on the movie's poster. This movie
simply isn't about the Doomsday event itself, but about how life is
spent in the time preceding it. Second, it's clear there's no getting
out of this one, so humanity might as well enjoy all life has to
offer until then, a simple truth most people all too eagerly accept.
But not insurance salesman Dodge (Steve Carell), who finds little has
changed for him despite the fact his wife has just ran out of his
life. While his friends are all too happy engaging in carefree sexual
relations, illegal experimentation with vast arrays of mind expanding
substances and other activities generally considered to be against
the law, the only thing Dodge needs to do is convince his Hispanic
cleaning lady she doesn't need to come in next week if she doesn't
want to.
Warning!
Spoilers! Though admittedly a story about a man who keeps on
living his dreary life while all around him is quickly degenerating
into full blown anarchy is funny in its own right, the title of this
film makes it blatantly clear Dodge isn't going to face the end alone
much longer. Enter his neighbour Penny (Keira Knightley), a likeable
young woman who in many ways is his polar opposite, being much more
emotional and impulsive, but she too has just found her relationship
shattered and thus the two of them make for decent soulmates about to
spend their final weeks alone together as they share their personal
dreams and make a deal to help each other realize them. For Dodge,
it's a reunion with his first sweetheart Olivia, who sent him a
letter, which much to his dismay had been stuck at Penny's mail box
for months due to being wrongly delivered, in which she claims that
their break-up was a mistake since he was the love of her life. For
Penny, it's the promise of finding a plane (since air traffic has
been shut down entirely) to take her back home to England – you
didn't think someone with Keira's heavy accent was passing for an
American here, did you? – so she can reunite with her family for
their final days. Soon confronted with gangs of plunderers sweeping
through the city and threatening their safety, the pair embarks on a
road trip to search for solutions to both their challenges, taking in
tow a dog someone tied to Dodge's foot with a note simply saying
'sorry', which therefore becomes the canine's new name. A man, a
woman and a dog, soon sure to be deceased: it sounds like a good
recipe for a road movie containing ample amounts of hilarity, but
unfortunately from here on out the movie only goes downhill as much
as the time left to them to succeed in helping each other get what
they want.
Their
trip starts off promising though, involving scenes that manage to
keep the surprisingly feel-good Apocalyptic humour despite Dodge and
Penny's serious intentions. For example, a sequence that sees them
hitching a ride with a man in a pick-up truck who acts increasingly
suspicious as if he means to kill them – who would care after all?
– manages to turn audience's expectations on their head to
successfully hilarious effect when he gets shot through the head
instead, revealing he had hired a hitman to kill him and assumed the
two hitchhikers were about to pull off that particular job. Also good
for a few laughs is a scene based at Friendsy's, a restaurant where
the excessively cheerful and positive waiters aim to be the
customers' friend, where Penny's simple remark that it's Dodge's
birthday ends up starting an orgy. For a while these and similar
scenes suffice to keep the audience enchanted and engaged, but it
soon becomes clear the direction the story maneuvers in exchanges
comedy for drama, with a blatantly predictable and unavoidable
romance between Penny and Dodge as its centerpiece: however, it
seemingly takes forever to get both characters to come to the same
conclusions, much to the viewers' chagrin.
Such
shortcomings in the plot can hardly be attributed to the leading
actors carrying the piece. For Carell, it's yet another opportunity
to portray an agreeable but lethargic character, an ordinary man
thrown into an extraordinary situation and unsure as how to proceed.
We feel sorry for him as it becomes painfully clear there's just
nobody to share the end with him but us, something he doesn't even
seem to care much about until Penny walks into his life with the
letter he always hoped Olivia had sent him, giving him a final
mission at last. Knightley is equally suited to the part of Penny, a
nice, caring girl with an unfortunate talent for chaos due to being a
hypersomniac, but her lust for life and willingness to see Dodge's
quest through to the end makes up for this flaw. The vibrant (when
awake) Knightley plays off quite well against Carell's more ataraxic
Dodge and their shared road trip succeeds into eliciting ample
amounts of warm humorous moments until it becomes simply too obvious
the two of them are made for each other, a realization that just
comes all too soon for the audience to keep it compelled in the
film's second half, a flaw in the story we can only attribute to
first time director Lorene's Scafaria's inexperience as a writer (as
this is her second movie, the first being Nick and Norah's
Infinite Playlist (2008)).
The
movie's plot is based around the simple question of what people would
do if they knew their time had almost ran out, resulting in the
obvious answer – whatever they like, preferably if it was formerly
frowned upon – dished up in a not too gratuitous fashion,
refraining from too much sex and violence despite the movie being
rated R. It makes for a fun movie for a while, until the realization
that Dodge and Penny's own ideas about their end won't come to
fruition the way they initially insisted upon, though together they
can find a good way to die, something the audience is aware off a
full hour before they are, which leads to a frustratingly drawn out
string of scenes in which both characters are dancing around the
obvious conclusion, still clinging to their final wishes and the need
to make them come true despite getting ever more impossible to
achieve. In the meantime, the atmosphere of general hilarity that
dominated the film at first has been traded in for unabashed
melodrama, as the characters are continuously confronted with their
growing affection for each other and their mutual refusal of such
feelings in favor of helping the other reaching their obviously
already lost causes: even after the pair has engaged in coitus,
evaded dangerous situations involving looting and murder and has
spend the seemingly happiest time of both their lives the truth
continues to elude them, and the audience can only sit back and watch
the inevitable being postponed, wondering what happened to all the
jokes that got the movie off on such a good start.
As a
whole, Seeking a Friend for the End of the World means to be
both funny and serious, an inner conflict between two opposites that
clashes as hard as a giant asteroid would with the Earth. The
lighthearted comedic tone of the first half just doesn't reconcile
with the more serious but overly melodramatic quality of the latter
half of the film, leaving the audience confused just as to what to
make of this oddball movie. It's admirable to see a movie take a
whole different approach to the by now largely worn out though still
popular 'end of the world' routine, but the movie fails to fully cash
in on its original and offbeat intentions. The first hour of the
movie delivers some witty jokes and hilarious gags that fortunately
save the overall movie from full failure and make it worth a watch at
least once, but in hindsight it would have been preferable if
director Scafaria had stuck to this side of the story completely
despite her laudable desire to touch upon more serious themes as
well. Unfortunately mere comedy was not enough for her, resulting in
a haphazard plot that means to put no less than two genre spins on a
concept usually reserved for blockbusters, comedy on the one hand,
romantic drama on the other. The fact the movie can only do one of
these justice is a damn shame, but it's not the end of the world.
And
watch the trailer here:
maandag 14 mei 2012
Creature from the Black Lagoon
Rating:
****/*****, or 8/10
Classic
monster movie from the 'House of Horror', Universal Pictures: the
last monster to be added to the staple of 'Universal's original
monsters', as well as the only monster from the Fifties in the bunch,
since the rest of them were all released in the early Thirties and Forties. As a dessert to the creature cake, it turns out a damn
tasty course, even though in many respects it's a poor man's King
Kong. It's also an interesting transitional movie between
Universal's classic studio monster movies of old and the typical
creature feature science fiction films of the Fifties, courtesy of Jack Arnold, one of the most prolific directors of the genre in this decade (his other works include It Came from Outer Space (1953), Tarantula (1955) and The Incredible Shrinking Man (1957)). A band of
scientists stumbles on the remains of an 'amphibian missing link', a
Gill Man (never mind actual science here). However, the animal was not
the only one of its kind, since a live specimen starts stalking the
group, in particular the beautiful girl (Julie Adams) among them,
resulting in an (in)famous underwater swimming duet between the pair.
Sadly, the romance is one-sided as the creature finds out when he
tries to get a little closer to the object of his fascination but is
instead met with fear, violence and eventually greed as the explorers
mean to capture the beast and take it back to civilization. However,
the monster has some thoughts of his own on that subject and doesn't
surrender so easily, with deadly consequences. Beautiful – and for
that time, spectacular – underwater photography, a solid cast
(including fan favorite Richard Denning, who starred in a number of
Fifties' Sci-Fi flicks, not all of them as good as this one) and an
excellent balance between drama, action and romance. One of the first
movies to be released in 3-D during the short lived 3-D craze in the
Fifties with which Hollywood studios hoped to lure audiences away
from the new medium of television (unsuccessfully it must be said).
Starring:
Richard Carlson, Richard Denning, Julie Adams
Directed
by Jack Arnold
USA:
Universal Pictures, 1954
maandag 16 april 2012
Casablanca
Rating:
****/*****, or 8/10
One of
the greatest classics to come out of the Golden Age of Hollywood,
though maybe not as brilliant as some would have you believe, and
just a little too melodramatic. However, still stands tall as one of
the most fondly remembered American movies of the WW II era. The nigh
immortal Humphrey Bogart stars as Rick, the owner of his own cafe in
WW II Casablanca, a city of scum and villainy balancing precariously
between lawlessness and brutal Nazi oppression, the port from where
many European refugees attempt to make the journey to the free United
States, if Casablanca doesn't kill them first. Rick means to stay out
of politics and make a decent buck out of his impartial liquor
business, but when he meets a prominent freedom fighter (Paul
Henreid) and his wife (the ever beautiful Ingrid Bergman), who
happens to be his old lover, Rick must decide to either help them
leave Casablanca, or stay huddled up in his own shady affairs and
risk having them arrested by Nazi commandant Strasser (Conrad Veidt,
ironically a German refugee himself). Tough call. A great ensemble
cast (also including Claude Rains as a wonderfully corrupt local
police captain and Peter Lorre as the usual creepy criminal
character), great visual direction, a solid plot and a great number
of unforgettable one-liners few people won't recognize, will have you
play this war thriller again. And you'll have a hard time getting its
main theme tune (based on the featured song 'As Time Goes By')
out of your head for days: probably the reason Warner Bros. made it
part of its present day logo tune.
Starring:
Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman, Claude Rains
Directed
by Michael Curtiz
USA:
Warner Bros, 1942
Labels:
casablanca,
classic,
claude rains,
conrad veidt,
golden age of hollywood,
humphrey bogart,
ingrid bergman,
michael curtiz,
nazis,
petter lorre,
politics,
romance,
thriller,
world war II
maandag 9 april 2012
Bridesmaids
Rating:
***/*****, or 7/10
Raunchy
chick flick concerning the misfortunes of Annie, (Kristen Wiig) who is
chosen by her best (and only) friend Lillian (Maya Rudolph) to be her
maid of honour for her wedding, even though she's clearly the least
suitable choice for the job, considering her own life is a mess at it
is. When Lillian's new friend, the beautiful rich bitch Helen (Rose
Byrne), continues to undermine Annie's attempts to let pre-wedding
festivities of Lillian and her group of bridesmaids proceed smoothly,
the competition between the two women over Lillian's affection soon
turns fierce. To make matters even more complicated, Annie also tries
to get involved with sexy cop Rhodes (Chris O'Dowd). She soon finds
all her efforts spiralling out of control, endangering not only her
chances of a stable relationship with Rhodes, but also her friendship
with Lillian and the wedding itself. This movie is often quoted as
being the female equivalent of The Hangover, trying to show
women can be dirty and politically incorrect too, as if we didn't
know. Though the film does indeed contain its fair share of good
laughs, it doesn't change the fact that it's running too long for its
own good, getting monotonous at the end, as well as predictably
preachy.
Starring
Kristen Wiig, Rose Byrne, Melissa McCarthy
Directed
by Paul Feig
USA:
Universal Pictures, 2011
maandag 2 april 2012
Braveheart
Rating:
*****/*****, or 10/10
Excellent
historical epic regarding the 13th century Scottish
rebellion against England led by William Wallace. When his beloved
wife is brutally sexually assualted and executed by English soldiers,
Wallace goes berserk against his cruel overlords and starts a full
scale war, driving the English armies of the merciless king Edward I
(Patrick McGoohan) from Scottish lands in several epic battles (the
production of which included some of the first cases of CGI used for
massive battle scenes), though he finds himself hindered by
uncooperative backstabbing Scottish noblemen who care more about
their own stature and wealth than about the fate of their oppressed
people. Warning! Spoilers! Fortunately
Wallace has a secret admirer in the wife of the English crown prince,
princess Isabelle (Sophie Marceau), which soon turns into a very
romantic and genuinely heartfelt doomed love affair. Mel Gibson both
directs and stars in this motion picture, and does an exceptional job
at both, winning the film five Academy Awards. His disturbing
interest later in life for overly long torture scenes (resulting in
torture porn movie The Passion of the Christ) is already
evident in Wallace's gruesome death scene. Though Gibson isn't
particularly nuanced when it comes to his portrayal of the English
(all creepy, violent butchers) and takes some poetic license with
recorded history, he makes up for it with a truly gripping and
ultimately tragic story of a man who lost everything and turned that
loss into a quest for vengeance and a desire for freedom, inspiring
his people to fight for theirs. Accompanied by one of the most
beautiful (and ever popular) musical scores in film history, this is
quite simply one of the great masterpieces of the nineties and a
precursor to the return of the popularity of historical epics
(setting the stage for Gladiator to fully break out the genre
again).
Starring:
Mel Gibson, Sophie Marceau, Brendan Gleeson
Directed
by Mel Gibson
USA: Icon
Productions, 1995
maandag 19 maart 2012
Big Fish
Rating:
****/*****, or 8/10
Delightful
tragicomedy like only Tim Burton can give us, regarding a man (Albert
Finney) who spends his entire life telling tall tales, to such an
extent his son (Billy Crudup) can't separate fiction from reality,
much to his chagrin. In search for the truth the son meets a variety
of characters from his father's life, while the audience is treated
to a wide array of very amusing and charming stories about the man's
past, from his birth and his youth, the first time he falls in love
as a young man (played with apparent enthusiasm by a vigorous Ewan
McGregor), his days in the army and as a janitor at a circus to his
dying days where he is fondly remembered by those he has touched in
his eventful life. A wonderful ode to life, Burton mixes his oddball
Gothic visual style with a decidedly positive attitude to the very
nature of human existence, effectively relaying his carpe diem
message of 'don't worry about anything and just enjoy life one day at
a time'. In the end, the son and the viewer learn that the tales make
the man, and it doesn't really matter what's true and what's not.
Both visually and story wise, this is one of Burton's finest
achievements – despite (or because of?) the absence of Johnny Depp
– as well as a very fun but poignant film in general. Plus, it
contains an always useful and welcome guide to conquering the girl of
your dreams' heart.
Starring:
Ewan McGregor, Albert Finney, Helena Bonham Carter
Directed
by Tim Burton
USA:
Columbia Pictures, 2003
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