Monday, August 30, 2010
A Blog-a-Thon to Remember
The Expendables (3 out of 5)
Thus the film coasts lightly on the surface, afraid to ever delve deeper into any emotional interest lest it get in the way of blowing stuff up. It’s never really explained how The Expendables know each other, who pays their bills, and just whether or not what they are doing is technically legal. In fact, the only time we ever do get a glance at anything genuinely human is when Mickey Rourke, as the old dog who mans the HQ, conveys a painful story from his past and runs away with the movie.
The mission, given to Stallone by a no-nonsense Bruce Willis, after being passed on by Arnold Schwarzenegger in one of the films true guilty pleasure scenes, is to travel to a remote Latin American country and rid it of, oh I don’t know, anyone who doesn’t look like a friend to the U.S.? Ruling over the country is an evil dictator who is secretly at the mercy of an evil American ex-agent played by Eric Roberts, who, as far as villains go, is basically a stock character who stands around with a menacing scowl because, you know, these things need villains. It’s never quite explained what Robert’s purpose is, why he holds command over the dictator or what he wants to achieve but hey, his number one heavy is played by “Stone Cold” Steve Austin. You see how it works?
So the team visit the country, case it, meet a young beauty who is both a revolutionary and the general’s daughter, and narrowly escape after they are detected. But just to show those slimy South Americans they blow the hell out of their harbour via airplane machine guns. What they actually discover when there is a mystery to me, but whatever it is, it prompts them to return with some serious firepower and lay waste to everything in their sights, all in order to, I guess, save the girl while, along the way, just for flavour, one of them crosses over onto the other team’s side.
What more description of The Expendables does one need? A lot of things go boom, while little plot gets in the way. The film is funny but not nearly funny enough and, as was the case with Stallone’s Rambo, the violence, at times, is far too serious to be taken as entertainment. At other times, when CGI is employed the film looks cheap: the bloodshed reminiscent circa 1998 arcade violence.
And yet there is a certain sense of freewheeling fun on display here. One must nod in admiration at a film that is willing to pull out all the stops and not apologize for it for better or worse and the film, for the most part, features action that feels more or less authentic. As a throwback the film undershoots its target but as an excessive display of recognizable faces laying waste to everything in their path well, what more could you want?
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Scott Pilgim Vs. The World (5 out of 5)
The story revolves around Scott Pilgrim (Michael Cera) a geeky bass player from Toronto who has just hooked up with a 17 year old Asian girl, Knives Chau, who also doubles as Pilgrim’s number one fan. His band is called Sex Bah Bomb and they play local gigs hoping that there will be at least one non-band member in attendance that hopes they won’t suck.
The Other Guys (1.5 out of 5)
And yet there’s that one scene, denying us all the promise Will Ferrell has been denying us for years. It involves the star standing in the doorway of a ballet school. He’s just finished yelling something nonsensical. The dance instructor tells him to go away. He pauses, stares, turns and walks away with a strange and perfect mix of force and idiocy and for one moment so brief that you blink and you miss it, Will Ferrell has become an actual character.
None of this does anything to build into comedic characters or a some sort of clever plot. Instead it just sits on the screen, does noting, proves nothing, contributes nothing and then disappears only to be followed up by the same bit of business. The chief is played by Michael Keaton who, once, amusingly quotes a TLC song and then denies and then does it again and again and again. He also works a second job at Bed, Bath and Beyond where he gives a pep talk about the new shipment of rugs. Characters rarely ever run deeper than that.
Friday, August 20, 2010
A Step Forward in What Direction?
See, I'm now a part of a generation (although maybe once removed) in which film criticism is reduced to soundbites. I've indulged. Back in the day you picked up a newspaper because it had your favourite critic and you read everything they had to say because they wrote well and were generally more interesting than the movies they wrote about. Now personality is, (somewhat/mostly?) gone. Instead of reading full pieces by one or two favourite critics we read little snippets on Rotten Tomatoes or MetaCritic of every critic just to get a flavour. It has it's benefits. It is certainly nice to get a wide array of opinions instead of been burdened to just a select few and it is possible to read the entire review from RT if you come across something you like. It also helps those whose only goal in reading film criticism is to know if people generally like it or not in order to decide if it's worth seeing.
Now criticism has gotten even simpler: Why read through all the snippets when RT will summarize them all in a couple sentences for you. Although I am fully aware that they have provided 'Consensus" for some time, I've just recently been paying attention to it. Now I can log on to the main page, see the percentage rating beside the list of new releases on the left, roll my mouse over top the name and read quickly what the overall just of the reviews are about. All without leaving that one page.
Of course I could go on about how, as a writer, by favourite thing about reviews is not knowing what people think about the movies as much as reading great writing, but that's not the point and indeed it was a long build-up to get to my otherwise nothing point, which is that today I came across a perplexing Consensus on RT. It was for the new Jason Fiedberg/Aaron Seltzer (man it hurts to say) film Vampires Suck. I haven't seen it, but considering that I've sworn to never pay another cent to watch anything those two morons ever put their name on, my hopes aren't high. Right now it's sitting at 6% rating with 1 person out of 30 actually finding something to like. But now look at the Consensus: "Witlessly broad and utterly devoid of laughs, Vampires Suck represents a slight step forward for the Friedberg-Seltzer team."
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
One Minute Review: Black Dynamite (3.5 out of 5)
The film begins failing when it goes into full on Airplane style spoof mode in which it tries too hard and achieves too little. If nothing more though, Black Dynamite acts as an amusing reminder of why we should go back and rediscover all those bBaxplotion classics once again.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Mike's DVD Haul
I don't know if anyone would buy this for Troll. It's kind of like a special freebie that you get for buying Troll 2, which, if you don't know (for shame) has become famous for being one of the worst movies ever made. So bad is Troll 2 in fact that it is, in a twisted sort of way, kind of a work of art. It's so naive in it's badness, trying so hard to be good that there is just no way it could have ever worked. From the horrible acting to the laughable costumes and special effects to the nonsensical dialogue, this movie is an absolute classic.
In the same vein as The Unbearable Lightness of Being and Last Tango in Paris, Louis Malle's Damage is an erotic tale that was praised for actually being about eroticism instead of just going for titillation. I haven't seen it but this is considered one of Malle's better American films.Sometimes when I see a film it reminds me of how good a previous film was and how I want to see that one again. Mission Impossible 3 made me go out and buy Mission Impossible 2, Fast and the Furious 3 made me go out and buy the first 2 and now Inception made me want to go back and get The Prestige, which essentially tells the same story and explores the same ideas but with more clarity and intelligence and less boom boom.
I've also got a copy of Jean-Pierre Melville's Le Samurai on the way but it didn't get here in time to make the cut. Oh well, it's a great film anyway.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Come on Baby, Make it Hurt so Good
I love bad movies. Only a monster wouldn't. I'm not talking about those movies that make the year end lists or that critics dump on. Those aren't true bad movies. Those movies are bad for reasons that are, in a lot of cases, secondary to filmmaking. They are morally corrupt, they shine ignorant light on serious matters, they are vile, vulgar, racist, or, maybe worst of all, lazy. But those movies are bad because of us, not because of themselves. They put ugly emotions into us, make us witness unpleasant things and waste our time as if time isn't precious.
The truly bad films I am talking about are the ones that are naively so insomuch as that they are trying so desperately hard not to be. There's a purity to those kinds of movies that makes you want to watch them over and over again; an honesty that someone, at some point in time, though that what they were doing meant something. They aren't the movies that we rail against and forget about, they're the ones that live on because there's something in their awfulness that makes them kind of endearing. These are the films that live forever.
I write this because yesterday I discovered Tommy Wiseau's The Room, a $6 million train wreck that has been playing in theaters for four years and is so bad that people have started participating in the experience ala Rocky Horror Picture Show. I haven't seen it, but based on the clips that I have, I know I desperately need to.
Because, if nothing else, those films are a riot. They become, not films, but either communal or interactive experiences. Their making becomes myth, their best scenes become legend and the joy that they provide is everlasting. Although I've seen it about 15 times, I'll never tire of the boat accident at the beginning of Sleepaway Camp (which begins at around the four minute mark of this clip and ends with the man on land stealing one of the unintentionally funniest moments in all of horror movies).
There are other films like this. Showgirls is a modern example, The Room is another:
And what about Ed Wood's Plan 9 From Outer Space, which is often considered the Citizen Kane of bad movies? The list goes on forever, ending in what is maybe the grandaddy of them all: Troll 2. Troll 2 is so bad that it even inspired its own documentary The Best Worst Movie. That title just about sums it all up:
Now think about that title: The Best Worst Movie. It implies that, just because Troll 2 is an awful film doesn't mean that it doesn't have just as much value, on some level, as one of the best best films. When something succeeds at being the best at something, even it is at being the worst, well that's worth something isn't it?
The point is then that it baffles me to see when critics review these films seriously. Recently, just a couple months ago Castor at Anomalous Material reviewed Troll 2 and gave it an F, leaving me to think: what's the point? I'm not trying to knock Castor, who is a great critic and runs a great blog. But really, to give a film that has become famous for how awful it is an F is like calling a special ed. kid a "retard." It doesn't achieve anything.
In a way, writing a negative review of any of these films is like reverse elitism (and I'm generalizing here, not referring to Castor in any way): I don't just watch the best movies, I can't be bothered with the worst. Even though the worst, in a lot of cases, may be just as good as the best. They're just good for different reasons.
Ultimately what I'm coming back to is a belief about film criticism that I have always held: if we wait for movies to raise to our level, we'll rarely ever find satisfaction. It's the job of the critic to adjust themselves accordingly; to meet the movie of it's level and not the other way around. To get mad at The Room, for example, for being bad is a display of critic thinking himself above his material, especially when the film in question has become famous for that very reason.
I'll always remember that final scene in Tim Burton's Ed Wood where Wood is in the theater, waiting for Plan 9 to debut. "This is it," he says with a smile, "This is the one I'll be remembered for." It's the most endearing and bittersweet scene Burton ever filmed. Not because of the irony, but because Wood was absolutely right. His name would go down in history just the same as his hero Orson Welles. Just not quite the way he was expecting.
So, what is your take on bad movies, do they have their worth, or should they just be forgotten?
The Celebrity Connection- Tommy Wiseau
It's bad enough that Wiseau's accent sounds almost exactly like Uwe Boll's but what's even more distracting is this:
Could Tommy Wiseau really be Christopher Walken in disguise? You decide.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Whoring Myself for All It's Worth
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Mike's DVD Haul
Godard again. I don`t think this is a major Godard work, although when I watched it I wrongly selected it for casual viewing and no Godard movie is anything that should be considered causal, so I wasn`t prepared for it. I think this must be one of the last few movies of Godard`s that I wanted to own and one of the last few he made before he lost his mind and started making nearly unwatchable ``anti``-movies.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Links
The impossibly named Meaghan at Wild Celtic had an interview with Only Good Movies in which she not only discussed her favourite movies but gave yours truly some props. Much appreciated. Check it out.
Blogging is a pain in Simon's ass.
Sebastian is wrapping up his Joseph Gordon Levitt blogathon over at Detailed Criticisms
Vancetastic thinks Rob Reiner's new movie Flipped will tank, which leaves me to think, did anyone but Vance know Rob Reiner had a new movie coming out?
Com Clift isn't feeling the poster for Yogi Bear.
Univarn celebrates his one year anniversary with the funniest picture I've seen since this picture:
Alex at Boycotting Trends joins the Movie Meme. Better late than never.
Not surprisingly, Jim Emerson writes yet another anit-Inception post which I can't be bothered to link to. First Avatar, now Inception. What will be the next big dead horse Emerson can beat?
Jude at All That Film writes about Cries and Whispers. People should write about Ingmar Bergman more. I should write about Ingmar Bergman more.
Kid in the Front Row did a blogathon about sequels/remakes/reboots last week. I was one of the only people for it. Go figure.
P.S. I changed the subheading of my site to something that I think reflects the overall critical drive of what I am trying to accomplish here. Enjoy.
One Minute Review: Whiteout (2.5 out of 5)
Thursday, August 5, 2010
My Beef
Granted, no one is perfect. I've probably missed responding to some comments because I'll get them, need to think about what has been said and forget to come back. It happens, but I try my hardest to ensure that I have responded to every one's comment that requires response. That is, after all, why I choose the option to allow me to approve comments before posting them. Not because I want to censor them, but because I want to make sure I read every one.
Movie Meme
Day 01 - Sequel that should not have been made
--Every Rocky movie after the second one. They all really lost touch with what made the original so special and became just a bunch of stock sports cliches.
Day 02 - Movie that you think more people should see
--Best of Youth- The best 6 hour movie I can think of.
Day 03 - Favorite Oscar-nominated movie from most recent ballot
--Up in the Air. It was a funny, touching movie that had a lot of truth in it, both from the human side and the corporate side. It especially rang true for me as a Human Resources graduate.
Day 04 - Movie that makes you laugh every time
--FUBAR. I don't know if it's a Canadian thing. I don't know if it's a growing up in a small town where there actually are a lot of people like this thing but damn this movie is funny no matter what mood I am in and I find new things that are hilarious every time.
Day 05 - Movie you loathe
--Fight Club (nihilistic garbage parading as satire), Boondock Saints (over stylized z-grade Tarantino wannabe), everything Eli Roth, everything Tyler Perry, this list goes on.
Day 06 - Movie that makes you cry every time
--The Polar Express. Poor little Billy, Christmas just doesn't work out for him.
Day 07 - Least favorite movie by a favorite actor or actress
--Christopher Walken, Kangaroo Jack, The Wedding Crashers or Click
Day 08 - Movie that should be required high school viewing
--Requiem for a Dream
Day 09 - Best scene ever
--The fountain scene in La Dolche Vita or the first 10 minutes of 8 1/2
Day 10 - A movie you thought you wouldn't like but ended up loving
-- High School Musical 3. Deal with it.
Day 11 - A movie that disappointed you
--Inception, even though I gave it 5 stars.
Day 12 - Best soundtrack/background music in a scene
--Easy Rider, duh.
Day 13 - Favorite animated movie
--The Polar Express or Snow White
Day 14 - Favorite film in black and white
--La Dolce Vita
Day 15 - Best musical
--In general Rent; as a movie, Hairspray maybe.
Day 16 - Your guilty pleasure movie
--High School Musical 3 again.
Day 17 - Favorite series of related movies
--Too hard to pick. How about Dirty Harry?
Day 18 - Favorite title sequence
-Can't think of one right now.
Day 19 - Best movie cast
--Robert Altman's Short Cuts
Day 20 - Favorite kiss
--Clint Eastwood and Merly Streep in Bridges of Madison County
Day 21 - Favorite romantic couple
--John Cusack and Ione Skye, Say Anything
Day 22 - Favorite final scene/line
--Zampano on the beach in La Strada
Day 23 - Best explosion or action scene
The Obvious ones: Bullit or The French Connection. The not obvious: The motorbike chase in The Bourne Ultimatum
Day 24 - Quote you use most often
--The movies are so rarely great art that if we can't enjoy great trash there's no point in going- Pauline Kael.
Day 25 - A movie you plan on watching (old or new)
--High Plains Drifter might be next
Day 26 - Freakishly weird movie ending
--How about one of the most freakishly weird movies ever: Werner Herzog's Even Dwarfs Started Small
Day 27 - Best villain
--Gary Oldman in Leon, John Malkovich in In the Line of Fire, Dr. Octopus in Spider-Man 2, the Joker of course
Day 28 - Most over-hyped movie
--easily three of the most overrated movies are A Clockwork Orange, Reservoir Dogs and The Usual Suspects
Day 29 - Movie you have watched more than ten times
--Honestly, probably Space Jam
Day 30 - Saddest death scene
--Terms of Endearment, La Strada, The Green Mile, American History X
Day 31 - Scene that made you stand up and cheer
--This one:
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
The Celebrity Connection: Dolph Lundgren
Dinner for Schmucks (4 out of 5)
The set-up for the film is borrowed from the 1998 French comedy The Dinner Game in which a sixth floor analyst, knowing there is a vacancy in the company, comes up with a brilliant idea to woo a hundred million dollar client their way. However the boss (Bruce Greenwood) wants to get to know Tim (Paul Rudd, playing the straight man) a little better before giving him the new office and invites him to the monthly company dinner.
The object of the dinner is for each employee to go out into the world and find someone of very “special” talents which, without the quotations, translates into stupid. Tim, by strange coincidence runs into Barry (Steve Carell) who is, among other things, a very “special” kind of guy. Barry is an IRS man who, in his spare time, combs the streets looking for dead mice that he can stuff and dress up and put into scenes that he can photograph and make models out of. When Tim meets him his latest Mousterpiece involves recreating The Last Supper down to the very last beard.
Not impressed is Tim’s girlfriend Julie (Stephanie Szostak) who owns an art gallery and is working with the devilishly pretentious artist Kieran (Flight of the Concord’s Jemaine Clement) who explains to Tim his philosophies on the beauty of living with goats and would be considered a very "special" kind of guy where he not, ya know, famous.
Also amongst the collection of colour is Barry’s boss Therman (Zack Galifianakis) who believes that he can control people’s minds, reminding of what Socrates said about how orators can convince a group of people more about medicine than a doctor, assuming all of those people knew nothing of medicine to begin with.
If the plot sounds crass, well, in a way it is. But it works because Clement, Galifianakis and especially Carell play the characters not only high, but straight as well. It’s obvious that all of these men are exaggerations of comic types so, when it comes time to sit back, during the dinner and watch them be mocked, it is, not quite okay, but acceptable in a funny kind of way.
Because Carell actually plays Barry as a character you kind of grow to like the poor bum. Sure he’s about as swift as a rock and turns everything he involves himself with into complete devastation but he means well and generally does care, which leads to some tender moments that a lesser comedy probably wouldn’t be bothered with. Barry, in his own special way, has the kind of naive innocence that made Chaplin’s the Tramp one of the cinema’s most beloved characters.
That’s the secret to great comedy and why Dinner for Schmucks works. Were it to ever let on to the audience that it were trying to be funny it would be crass and dumb. Instead it shoots straight and builds characters that, despite it all, you grow to like and root for on the way to the inevitable conclusion where Tim realizes that, if this is the cost of doing business, maybe he’s in the wrong one. Anyone can act like an idiot and pass it off as comedy. Real comedy is about people who, despite everything else, just so happen to be a few cards short of a whole deck.
Mike's DVD Haul
Au Revior Les Enfants was Louis Malle's first French feature back after immigrating to America with mixed results. Many of his fellow Frenchmen never forgive him for leaving but this did not detract him from producing what is maybe his most personal film. More straightforward than his early French New Wave films, Enfants is apparently based on Malle`s own life in which a French schoolboy in occupied France accidentally gives up the identity of his Jewish friend and the pain he must live with as a result of that.
Jean-Pierre Melville is often considered the Godfather of the French New Wave because his Bob le Flambeur (remade in America as The Good Thief) more or less kick started the whole movement with it`s quick, cool, ultra-hip love of American crime films. Like early Godard and even maybe Tarantino, Mellville was the king of super cool genre films (although he also made other, powerful dramas like Army of Shadows) that were both exciting and funny. These films are any movie lover`s delight.
Jean-Luc Godard, love him or hate him, is the mad cinema anarchist that cannot be ignored. His Breathless was the most important film debut since Citizen Kane and helped to define an entire new generation of films while also breaking down conventions, creating new techniques and generally just changing the way we understood movies and pushing the limits of how they could be made. Of course Godard would later go off the tracks, making films so dense and complex that they are nearly unwatchable but one thing about Godard is he`s never boring. Neither Masculin Femanin or Tout va Bien are major Godard works but they are still highly interesting political statements like none anyone but Godard could make.
No DVD Haul is complete with some Ingmar Bergman and these three films were the last ones I needed to own everything Bergman has available in North America. I once said that no one should trust a critic who didn`t know that Last House on the Left was a remake of Bergman`s Virgin Spring, a masterpiece from Bergman`s early career before his later, more challenging works. The Magic Flute, an adaptation of Mozart`s opera is an interesting film because of how uncharacteristic it is for a Bergman film. Maybe his lightest, most joyous film, it`s a strange vanity project that doesn`t naturally fit anywhere in the progression of Bergman`s career but it is still a lovely rendering of a classic opera. I haven`t seen Autumn Sonata but it is characterized as being the one collaboration between fellow countrymen Ingmar Bergman and Hollywood bombshell Ingrid Bergman (no relation).
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Grown Ups (2 out of 5)
There’s nothing particularly wrong with Grown Ups exact that there’s nothing particularly right with it either. It’s everything you’d expect from an Adam Sandler comedy: it’s got poo and pee and grown men acting like stupid children, talking about the things that most fascinate those who never quite manage to grow out of grade eight like boobies and tree ropes and shooting arrows into the sky and seeing who is the last to run for cover, etc. It’s all perfectly serviceable and inoffensive, but so what? Why be content on being stuck in middle ground? It’s amusing without every really being funny, nice without ever really being sweet and immature without every really being rambunctious. And then it ends. It's characters go on vacation and the movie goes right along with them.
The film stars all of Adam Sandler’s go to guys: David Spade, Chris Rock, Kevin James and Rob Schneider, who all, more or less, play variations of their go to character. They’re five high school buddies who go back for a weekend at the old cottage after the death of their beloved basketball coach.
Although Grown Ups is a pedestrian movie in which its stars can all play it safe and phone it in, Spade, although never mistaken for a great comedic talent, is particularly lazy playing the freewheeling Marcus who drinks too much, sleeps on the couch, beds anything that gives him a second look and is that crass, bloated moron that no one really likes, but you don’t have the heart to tell. Spade’s been playing that character his entire career and here essentially looks like a man who walked on set, delivered his lines once and went back to bed.
The story has a mild message about how Sandler, not too believable as a powerful Hollywood agent, is distressed that his kids are too lazy to do anything for themselves and spend all day playing violent video games, and wants them to get outside and discover the fun of nature that him and his buddies had when they were young.
The Karate Kid (4.5 out of 5)
In China Dre quickly falls out of favor with a group of young martial arts students who bully him, torment him and even beat him up. He hates China, wants to go home and, unfortunately for him, the kids all have the athletic capabilities of trained Hollywood stuntmen.
What delicate insight The Karate Kid provides. Filmed in China, it’s a film that not only frolics in the beauty of the country, but respects and understands its traditions. The film misses every opportunity to romanticize kung-fu as an outlet for kids to beat each other into pulps and instead meditates on the power of kung-fu as, not a medium for violence, but a way of life that teaches honour, respect and discipline above all else. In an age where summer movies jump out of the gate with both guns blazing, it’s so refreshing to find one that takes it’s time, develops it’s characters and understands them and their ways and respects their culture.