Monday, June 30, 2008

Trailers: Vicky Cristina Barcelona

Trailers: Australia

The Dark Knight

Reviews have been filtering in for Christopher Nolan's The Dark Knight and so far, so good. In fact, these are spectacular. Heath Ledger is being praised up and down (as many thought he would be) but almost all these reviews go out of their way to make sure its clear that this film's success is not a result of a single performance. They don't even try to quantify it as being good for being a comic book flick. Its obvious that these writers were seriously impressed and it looks like we all may be, come July 18.

Some of these reviews do contain some minor spoilers but nothing major. If you've been reading anything about the film leading up to its release date, much of the basics of the film are known. Bottom line, read carefully if you want to go in completely surprised.


Check out the Trailer post from a couple days ago to see the most recent trailer.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Review: Wall-E


A new Pixar film is a now, almost yearly cause for celebration and with the release of Wall-E, the studio’s most recent offering, its time to break out the party hats again. Just when you think that the folks at the most creative studio in the industry couldn’t do anything to top their last offering, they always seem to come through. Although, with Wall-E, they may have finally met their match as I can’t possibly imagine how they could top this sublimely entertaining and profoundly moving tale with anything else. Inside of the confines of Wall-E’s masterful 97 minute run time lies the vast expanse of human emotion. Sadness, humor, horror and overwhelming joy are all touched on in equal measure and with similar effectiveness.

Directed by Andrew Stanton (you may have heard of his previous film, a small box office success entitled Finding Nemo) with a skill that most live action filmmakers couldn’t fathom, Wall-E tells the story of its title character, a robot employed in the clean up of Earth. Ravaged by consumerism and pollution, our world was vacated long ago, leaving an army of Wall-Es (Waste Allocation Load Lifted – Earth Class) to do their work. However, after nearly 700 years of attempted clean up, everything has shut down/expired with the exception of our hero and his lone companion, a cockroach. Wall-E’s world is turned upside down when all of a sudden, a massive spacecraft lands on Earth, leaving a small device in its wake, code named EVE. EVE’s role is to search the planet for forms of life, anything to show that the environment has once again become compatible with human existence.

Upon seeing this new visitor, Wall-E immediately takes a liking to the stranger and for the, nearly dialogue free, opening 30 minutes, begins to help acclimate his new companion to the surroundings. The results are as a sublime a half hour as one will find in film this year, a mix of Chaplin-esque comedic pathos and mind-bending animation. For a children’s film to open with a dialogue free first third is unheard of, but Stanton, in all his ingenuity, obviously knows what he is doing, crafting a masterfully realized opening that beautifully sets the stage for the more action oriented second act. The opening moments are so magnificently constructed that I was sorry to see them end. That is, until the brilliant second half reassured me that Wall-E was in good hands.

Pixar has always pushed the envelope with their films, steadfastly refusing to fit into any mold. Wall-E may be their most ambitious project to date in every imaginable aspect. From the opening, soaring shots of the battered shell of the Earth to the inner workings of a massive star cruiser, Pixar have outdone themselves once again by crafting the most mind blowing animated sequences I have ever seen. Each shot is so lovingly crafted, down to each specific detail that the care and preparation leaps off the screen. There is literally not a single shot that doesn’t demand the viewers most careful attention to fully appreciate the grandeur of it all.

While the larger elements of the animation may put asses in the seats, it’s the smaller pieces that allow them to leave happy and thankfully, the animators at Pixar have performed nothing less than a miracle with Wall-E and EVE, two characters that are so instantly likable that one must frequently remind themselves that these two robots are exactly that. The emotion displayed by two seemingly mechanical beings is absolutely tremendous. Stanton and his crew have created what may stand as the most endearing character in the Pixar pantheon, all without the benefit of facial expressions and the like. Wall-E’s movements are humanistic without ever feeling unrealistic. The displays of emotion, of pain, of love are believable throughout. Stop and think about that for a second. The men and women of Pixar have created an animated robot, a mechanical device that emotes with more believability than most mainstream Hollywood stars. It’s a stunning achievement that should not be overlooked or underestimated.

Much has been made in the blogosphere about the ecological bent of Wall-E, and while there is a determined eco-friendliness to it, I see nothing wrong with it. It laments the destruction of our planet to a consumerist nature that values profit over environment. Whether one believes in the theory of global warming or not is irrelevant to the argument here. No matter one’s opinion about that subject, the care of our environment should be an important matter for anyone inhabiting this Earth, a point Wall-E drives home with grace and feeling. If we continue to live our lives as we do, the damage to the environment will increase with each passing year. There is a need for a drastic reevaluation of beliefs and practices and Wall-E recognizes the importance of this issue. I applaude the courage of Stanton and his team to include such a potent and timely message into a film that will be seen by youths the world around. If the youngest generations can be shown the dangers of our ways, perhaps they will be smart enough to find acceptable alternative ways of living. Perhaps they can succeed where past generations have failed.

Wall-E is an unparalleled success and to date, is the best film released this year. While the second half certainly feels different than the first, largely due to the inclusion of dialogue, both sections work equally well. The first is a mind blowing 30 minutes of silent filmmaking that features moment after moment that would make Chaplin and Keaton blush with joy. The second is the emotional payoff to the first half’s careful setup and it packs more of a wallop than almost any film in recent memory. Amazingly, none of it feels manipulative or phony as Stanton earns every last emotion with one moment of spectacular filmmaking after another. Wall-E stands as a film that works as well for adults as it will for children, an impressive achievement no doubt. What may be more impressive is that at year’s end, for the first time, in a long time, an animated film may truly, honestly and thankfully be the best a year has to offer. It is certainly the best film Pixar has released since The Incredibles, joining the upper echelon of indisputable masterpieces released by this consistently impressive studio.

Review: Diary of the Dead, Funny Games (US), Roman Polanski: Wanted and Desired

Funny Games (US)

Funny Games is a rarity, an exceptionally well constructed film that features wonderful acting, assured direction and tremendous cinematography while remaining about as entertaining as the morning's obituaries. In fact, some could argue that reading the obits, with their display of the importance one's life has had on others, may be a more spiritually enriching experience. Funny Games, which is more of a thesis by director Michael Haneke on the nature of violence in cinema than anything else, is a draining two hours, a film that is exceedingly difficult to sit through. In fact, Haneke would prefer that you didn't. It would please him to hear that his film was so disturbing to audiences that, in a fit of "I can't take it anymore'”, ran out of the theatre screaming. Upset by the proliferation of so called torture porn films in the mold of Eli Roth's Hostel series, Haneke took it upon himself to remake his 1997 Austrian film shot for shot, only this time with English speaking actors to make sure that its seen by American audiences. Trouble is, few really want to sit through 2 hours of deliberate and unending cruelty without any sense of redemption in sight. Haneke's point is pretty obvious and difficult to disagree with. Violence as entertainment is a tough notion to consider and by ramping up the tough to swallow, realistic nature of the violence on display in Funny Games, Haneke attacks every notion the audience has ever had to enjoy a film with death and suffering for the sake of it. It is a testament to Haneke's skill as a director that he was able to, inside this package of his, illicit nearly impeccable performances from his entire cast, particularly Naomi Watts, Tim Roth and Michael Pitt, who is positively chilling as one of the two sociopath who take a family of three hostage under the bet that by 9:00AM the next morning, the three family members will be dead. What follows is a night of emotional and mental manipulation and physical torture. Watts is tremendous in an emotionally and physically naked role that can best be described as raw. Roth is every bit her equal as the couple struggles through the particularly trying evening. By film's end, the audience is left in a daze of violence and suffering that will rattle even the most jaded viewer to the bone. Unfortunately for us, the film is so oppressive that while a viewing of it is undeniably memorable and unique, its something that few will ever want to endure. Most of us don't go to the movies to be punished and lectured and Haneke's film definitely won't be the starting point to a new type of American movie-going, that I can assure you.

Roman Polanski: Wanted and Desired

When RP:WaD premiered at Sundance this year, it was nearly universally praised but was unable to find a theatrical distributor, so when HBO picked it up and premiered it a couple of weeks ago, non-Sundance attendees were able to see what the fuss was all about. An exceptionally well made documentary about Polanski and the rape case that has caused him to flee the US for the past 30 years, RP: WaD reveals a great deal about a legal matter that may seem open and shut for the casual observer but in reality, is bogged down in a heavy dose of courtroom politics. While it is nearly indisputable that Polanski engaged in sexual relations with an underaged girl (13 at the time), an inexcuseable offense, the true story of the back door dealings at the trial is amazing. Filled with a variety of spotlight loving characters, the stranger than fiction tale is wonderfully illuminated by Marina Zenovich’s documentary. While it certainly doesn’t excuse Polanski for his offenses, it does humanize the man. No longer is he merely a convict on the run but rather a pained man who has had to withstand an incredible amount of pain and suffering in his life. This is not meant to reduce the severity of his crimes, but Polanksi stands as a complex and undeniably talented individual that demands further study. Argubly one of the top 3-4 directors of the late 60’s/early 70’s, Polanski created a series of films that have stood the test of time like a fine wine, revealing more of themselves with each passing year. It remains a shame that Polanski is unable to put this ordeal behind him and continue living his life. While he is certainly to blame due to his inability to face the still open charges against him in the country, there is more to the story. Those grey areas, which are expertly explored here make RP: WaD required viewing for anyone interesting in the New Hollywood. For more casual viewers, RP: WaD is a wonderful look at a fascinating subject, one that will continue to be explored as his career nears its conclusion.

Diary of the Dead

George Romero's fifth entry into his Dead series is something of a reboot. Where the previous three films (1978's Dawn of the Dead, 1985's Day of the Dead and 2005's Land of the Dead) have all dealt with the days following the initial outbreak, Diary goes back to the starting point, when the dead first began to roam the earth. One has to assume that the event's portrayed in Diary are occurring in a time parallel to the series' initial entry (1968's Night of the Living Dead) and while the newest installment never matches that first glimpse into Romero's world, it is a worthy sequel (as, miraculously, all the entries have been). Romero has never been a filmmaker interested in subtlety and there are moments where his message is too strongly put forth, hurting the overall film in the process, however, he is always been intelligent and boundary pushing. His social commentary, while not veiled in any sense of the word, is undeniably incisive and insightful. Starting with Dawn of the Dead's tremendous assault on the rampant consumerism that now dominates our society, Diary of the Dead turns it's focus to the modern day media, both mainstream television and internet bloggers alike. Diary tells the story of a group of University of Pittsburgh film students who, after hearing the news of zombie attacks, set off in a Winnebago with the intent of getting to the respective homes of each traveler. As one might expect, that goal quickly becomes secondary to basic survival but as Romero has always done, his film is brimming with smarts, refusing to cater to the lowest common denominator. In other words, Romero's films have always been horror films that appeal to horror aficionado and casual viewers alike and Diary is no different. The acting is never much higher than good and the script is clunky but the film, shot in a documentary style, just plain works. Its blend of thrilling suspense and darker than night comedy is well realized, adding another interesting, if flawed installment to Romero's groundbreaking and industry altering series that continues to astound with its ability to stay fresh and relevant, 40 years and 5 films later.

Review: The Incredible Hulk, Get Smart, The Hammer

The Incredible Hulk

With the financial failure of Ang Lee's 2002 Hulk which mixed comic thrills with heady and daring emotional exploration, Marvel looked to restart a potential franchise that looked to be on life support. By enlisting Louis Leterrier, they ensured that both action and emotions would be altered. The action amplified, the emotions Hulk smashed! The Incredible Hulk, the franchise reboot, starring Edward Norton (who is able but never spectacular) is never an outright failure but rarely a success, toes the middle of the blockbuster road. Except for the massive green creature seen time to time on screen, there is almost nothing in common with Lee's far superior effort, which looks positively heroic in the face of Leterrier's film. Where as Lee bravely tested the limits of the comic book film by injecting it with elements for the arthouse crowd, namely intelligence and a measured pacing, Leterrier seems content to let the film meander from set piece to set piece. Trouble is, none of those set pieces are all that exciting or involving, leaving the middle segments to a love story that rings hollow and a father/daughter side story that is weighed down by some less than nimble acting. Given the slate of superhero films this summer, The Incredible Hulk is an unnecessary diversion. Audiences would be much better off going to see Iron Man again, waiting for the seemingly more interesting Hancock or saving their money for the promise of Christopher Nolan's The Dark Knight, a sequel to a much more efficient and effective series reboot, Batman Begins.

Get Smart

Television's Get Smart benefited from the excellent comedic writings of Mel Brooks and Buck Henry, two of the finest satirists working in popular entertainment in the second half of the 20th century. While there names are attached to the feature length adaptation of said TV show as consultants, none of the breathless gags are evident. With the exception of the performances by Steve Carrell, as Maxwell Smart, and Alan Arkin, as Chief, the film flounders under the weight of its legacy. While there are moments of excitement scattered throughout, at no point does the film reach the tremendous comedic highs of Brooks/Henry's baby. Carrell is exceptional, in a role that was seemingly built for his understated, dead panned comedy. Arkin nearly steals the show from under Carrell's feet with a number of smart, quick witted one liners but when all is said and done, Get Smart can't decide whether its an action comedy or a satire of action films. While the set pieces are professionally staged and shot, none are all that exciting, leaving the gags, which just aren't there enough to justify the 110 minute run time. Too much time passes between jokes that truly work and although the rest of the cast (Dwayne Johnson, Anne Hathaway) display an affable charm, they don't possess the necessary comedic chops to stand alongside Carrell. The script by Tom Astle and Matt Ember lacks the wit and intelligence of Brooks/Henry and Peter Segal, better known for low brow Adam Sandler comedies, lacks the deft touch that gave the show a light and airy feeling. Carrell fans will find enough to enjoy here but a casual viewer will be checking their watches well before film's end.


The Hammer

Given his previous work, I.E. The Man Show and his radio show, Adam Corolla seems to be about the least likely candidate to star in a heartfelt romantic comedy about ex-boxer-turned-carpenter who decides to give it another go round in the ring while simultaneously falling in love with a public defender. Boy, was I wrong. In The Hammer, Corolla plays said boxer with a shaggy, loose feel, a performance that never feels forced. In fact, at many points, Corolla doesn't even seem to be acting but rather, being himself and the results are a wonderful surprise. From the word go, The Hammer is an enjoyable underdog story that may be cliché at points but has enough heart to go around, making even the more mundane moments seem passable. Featuring a witty script that perfectly plays into Corolla's strengths, by writer Kevin Hench and directed with an improv heavy feel by Charles Herman-Wurmfield, this is one of 2008's genuine surprises, an out of nowhere indie that really works. While it is certainly far from flawless and isn't all that original, its likable leads and quick pacing lend themselves to a perfectly entertaining 90 minutes. The film is an almost perfect length for its subject matter, wisely eschewing the unnecessary moments that so frequently bog down the modern RomCom. Opposite Corolla, as his love interest Lindsay, is Heather Juergensen, who is as easy going as our hero and equally likeable. The Hammer doesn't pretend to be anything its not. It's enjoyable as a sports film, as a romantic comedy and as a showcase for Adam Corolla. While it had almost no theatrical run, its more than worth tracking down on DVD for an easy going down film that is light, effortless and enjoyable.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Review: Sex and the City

Few films released this summer will have the hype and anticipation of Michael Patrick King's Sex and the City. A major film about women, for women yet written, directed, shot and produced by men is never an everyday occurrence. Even a minor film about women, for women is rare. It is with disappointment that with such an opportunity, SATC abandons nearly all of the audacity and bravery of its television counterpart in lieu of generic plotting and cliché execution. While the HBO series rode a wave of feminine empowerment and honest, in your face sexuality to critical acclaim and audience adoration, the accompanying film instead becomes a materialistic, shallow and out of touch bore that overstays it welcome considerably.

Taken in short, 30 minute bursts, SATC worked tremendously. Even its staunchest male attackers will have trouble not being sucked in by the intelligent writing, pacing and humor of the television show. However, when one is forced to endure the presence of these women for a solid 2 and a half hours, even the most adamant fan will begin to wear. For those unfamiliar with the show, the story is centered on four women, Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker), Miranda (Cynthia Nixon), Charlotte (Kristen Davis) and Samantha (Kim Cattrell), and their (mis)adventures with love and fashion around New York City. For the duration of the show, Carrie had an on again, off again relationship with the elusive Mr. Big (Chris Noth) that finally culminated in the show's finale with a romantic encounter in the City of Lights. The film picks up from there, albeit 4 years later, with Carrie and Big still happily together and shopping for apartments. Thankfully for Carrie, Big is absolutely loaded and the duo buys a massive, luxurious apartment at the drop of the hat, which given the current state of the housing market, seems more and more fantastical with each passing day. From there, the topic of moving in/getting married is raised and agreed upon. However, after an event that to any fan of the show, shouldn't seem at all surprising, Carrie's world is turned upside down and our heroines head to Mexico for vacation.

While SATC is frank about its inner emotions, the film is largely ignorant to the outside world. These women seem culturally shut in, completely oblivious to anything other than the pursuit of love and wealth. SATC allows its protagonists to live in a bubble, never even mentioning any awareness of what is occurring in the outside world. Given the current political climate of the country, its inexcusable for a film that claims to represent what the modern woman thinks and feels and to which women respond to in an overwhelmingly positive manner, be so shut off to such matters. Hell, even Knocked Up, in all its stoner, male centric brilliance displays an acute sense to the political and social climate through its inspired and intelligent banter. Through its knowledge of pop culture touchstones, Judd Apatow and crew show knowledge of the world that permeates through the hazy, improvisational vibe that is, excuse the pun, intoxicating. SATC seems to think that all that exists in life is your friendships with your girls, love and money. Its an off putting portrait of women that the show's complexity wisely avoided through its nearly 46 hours of narrative.

The cast here is no different than in the show, with the notable inclusion of Jennifer Hudson and they slip back into the familiar roles with general ease. Their performances are as one would expect. Its unfortunate the material isn't. There are two notable sequences that are, quite frankly, hand wringing in their gratuitous and cliche nature. The first, a photo shoot for Carrie to try on wedding dresses for Vogue magazine, is nearly 3 minutes of Sarah Jessica Parker posing with extravagant gowns on while her voice over names the designer. The scene is complete and utter overkill, a outrageous heaping of materialistic fetishizing that serves absolutely no narrative purpose other than to plug famous chic designers. Some women I've spoken to said that it was ok because everything was so beautiful in it. Something tells me that if the next installment of Die Hard spends 3 minutes of screen time showing nothing but half naked models with John McClaine saying said model's name in a voice over, there might be a larger outcry. It serves nearly the same useless purpose. The television series would have either cut or condensed this heavily in order to fit their run time and the results would have been much better.

The second scene, which begins with a surprise visit from Samantha (who now resides in LaLa Land) and the girls screaming about her entrance features another fashion segment, finds Carrie strutting around her closet figuring out what to throw away, while her three compatriots from the bed. As SJP throws herself around her walk in an endless array of vintage wears, the girls lay on their stomachs on the bed, feet in the air, kicking to the music, howling and wailing at her with Yes/No's. I was waiting for Carrie to break into "Sandra Dee" and have Rizzo and Frenchy bust out of one of the moving boxes to join the crew but alas, they did not. The scene feels like a bad outtake from a John Hughes' film, another 2 minutes that could have been left on the cutting room floor. Defenders will claim it’s a giggly scene that is fun and carefree. I'll claim its unnecessary fat that should have been trimmed to help tighten the film.

With my vitriol nearly spent, I must admit that there are moments here that work well and feel like a return to the roots of the show. A scene by the pool in Mexico is unforgettable, not only for its frankness but its sharp, snappy dialogue as well. It is a moment that the show had in droves but the film sorely lacks. The film possesses an emotional clarity that is welcome and refreshing, no matter how mundane some of the situations may feel. The show's strength always lay in its ability to accurately portray HUMAN (not just female, some are universal) emotions with a blunt honesty that never backed off the truth. Sure, the men are treated as not much more than cardboard cut outs, unable to cope with their emotions and thoughts, thinking with their dicks rather their minds but few films have total gender neutrality. Even my beloved Knocked Up, a personal pinnacle for the romantic comedy genre, is from a certain male viewpoint and while it is highly critical of male behavior at times, its point of view is never in doubt.

One goes to HBO for challenging, exciting and intelligent programming and SATC was in the first wave of series that announced the network's willingness to push the boundaries. One goes to the film adaptation of SATC for the comfort factor, to revisit these women and their lives, four years down the line and in that, lies the films issues. It lacks the guts to continue to push itself into new and interesting territory. Throughout its six season run, the television series continually altered itself to retain a feeling of freshness and excitement. With the film, for the first time, these characters feel lived in and stale, a remnant of a past era. There is nothing in the film that feels surprising or different. It follows a generic storyline that is compounded by its generic ending. For a show used to walking the high wire, this down to earth return feels unfortunately limp.

Review: Iron Man


When Iron Man was announced as the next major Marvel Comics film franchise, expectations were probably more on par with Ghost Rider than Spider Man. While Iron Man is certainly an established character, the series of comics never achieved the type of mainstream crossover success as the Webslinger or, say, X-Men. However, when word spread that, in a major casting coup, director Jon Favreau placed Robert Downey Jr. in the title role, the situation started looking up. In hindsight, by placing the weight of the film of Downey's very capable shoulders, Iron Man positively soars as the first huge surprise of the summer.

Downey Jr., in brilliant summer performance that comes along too infrequently, plays Tony Stark, a weapons dealer, multi billionaire and professional womanizer rolled into one. Up until a trip to Afghanistan, which winds up with him in terrorist custody, Stark rode a wave of unparalleled success. However, as it often will, being gravely injured, captured and held in a mountainous cavern complex brings Stark back down to Earth. After seeing the entirely negative effects of the weapons he has been designing and selling for the better part of his adult life, Stark rededicates himself to good, building a rough, proto-Iron Man suit from scrap metal that allows him to escape from his captors' grasp. When he returns to the US with a hero's welcome, he begins to create the more recognizable Iron Man suit and begins to take out the trash.

The story, while certainly not much more than the stereotypical superhero origin tale, is exciting and quick paced. Favreau wisely moves quickly from scene to scene, from character to character, which benefits the wonderful supporting cast assembled here. Gwenyth Paltrow plays Pepper Potts, Stark's assistant, and contributes her most likable performance since at least Shakespeare in Love. Terrence Howard, as Col. James Rhodes, is in fine form with a sidekick performance that takes nothing away from the film's central performance while also not annoying the audience. Equally as impressive is Jeff Bridges as Obidiah Stane, in his best role since 1998's The Big Lebowski. Bridges brings an uncomfortable terseness to Stane and when the narrative takes its first twist, Bridges in right there to make it seem believable.

Jon Favreau, who has turned from a passable actor to an efficient handler of big budget studio productions in a short time span, is in full control here. Iron Man is easily his best film to date, combining the sly sense of humor one would expect from Favreau with a number of expertly directed action sequences that will undoubtedly be remembered as some of the best of the season. While there isn't anything particularly innovative being done here, the results, nonetheless, seem fresh due to the high level of execution. It’s a beautifully mounted, quick moving and exciting blockbuster.

As mentioned above, Downey is simply spectacular, blending in sly comedic touches into his performance to make a heartfelt, humanistic portrayal of a surprisingly complex character. Assuming that a sequel will be on its way (Favreau is on record as saying that he envisioned the series as a trilogy), given the continued evolution of Stark throughout the comics, Downey will find more and more to latch onto. Much like the Pirates of the Caribbean launched Johnny Depp into the stratosphere, I can see a similar effect for Downey. His life story is nothing short of improbable and with that history in mind, its amazing to see the man continue to work at such a high level. Over the past few years or so, he has contributed great, underrated performances in Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang, A Scanner Darkly and Zodiac, to name a few. is a former star continuing to reclaim his past glory and then some. Downey is one of the best actors in Hollywood today and with a few more choice performances, he'll solidify his spot in history, not for his colossal personal problems but for his considerable skill and charisma. Without Downey, Iron ManIron Man would have been another summer film; with him, its one of the best Marvel films to date.