Saturday, August 14, 2010

If You're Going to Have an Opinion, Please Don't Be Stupid

I'm all for critics having a differing opinion from my own; in fact, I relish it. Our differences are what makes the world go 'round, etc. But when you have an opinion and either can't defend it or your defense makes no bloody sense, that's when we have a problem. I recently read this article at the Guardian about the French New Wave that got my blood boiling. Look, I'm a self-admitted New Wave fanboy who has seen more of Godard and Truffaut's filmographies than any sane person double my age should, but I realize that the films aren't for everyone. However, when I'm reading a dissenting opinion, especially on a site as well known as the Guardian, I'd expect the author to offer a more substantial defense of their opinion instead of a hacky piece you would expect from a fifth-rate, attention-seeking blogger. Let's take a look at some passages from the article and dissect them, shall we?

"There are few images more enduringly cool than that of Jean-Paul Belmondo and Jean Seberg strolling nonchalantly down the Champs-Élysées in Jean-Luc Godard's À Bout de Souffle. Never mind that the scene did not actually appear in the film itself..."

...Except that it does. When the author was allegedly watching Breathless, were they actually paying attention or were they so distracted by how "awful" the whole experience was they had momentary amnesia?

"But here's the thing: I don't actually like the New Wave. There, I've said it. All that indecision and self-reflection – a sort of Twilight for grown-ups, only with paler stars and better fashion sense."

Now this is the point of no return for me. It's one thing to not like something, but it's another to compare the French New Wave movement with a vampire series aimed at teenagers for the dual purpose of appearing to be hip culturally speaking and gaining notoriety for making outlandish statements. If she could possibly defend this statement, I wouldn't have a problem with it. But the fact that the author says it, in the middle of a single paragraph for emphasis, without adding any support makes her lose credibility. If the indecision she is referring to is the Jean Seberg character's inability to decide whether or not to turn in her hoodlum boyfriend in Breathless, there is no logical way you can compare that to Bella trying to decide between Jacob and Edward in Twilight. Seberg's indecisiveness lasts 10 minutes, if that, of a 90 minute movie; Bella's is stretched out over two 2+ hour films. Yeah, real comparable. As for self-reflection, I won't deny that Truffaut and Godard, in particular, had an affinity towards characters who liked to talk a lot and mostly about themselves. I can see how this would be dull to non-fans, but these moments of reflection are rarely on the level of stupidity that Bella and Edward's endless prattling about their love for each other and their vampire problems are.

"I don't deny that Cahiers du Cinéma directors were geniuses of a sort, film critics who saw an overblown and worn-out Hollywood machine and decided to do something about it. When it came out in 1960, À Bout de Souffle stuck two fingers up to the studios still trying to pump money into soulless epics such as Cleopatra."

Wrong again. Unlike a lot of critics, the Cahiers critics were huge supporters of the American film industry and of certain directors like Hitchcock, Hawks and Ray that many important American critics completely ignored. No doubt they would have had problems with something as bloated as Cleopatra, but they saw mainstream French cinema as the big problem that needed fixing.

"The problem is the characters: Michel, with his obsession with Humphrey Bogart, Patricia with her pseudo-intellectualism. They always felt fatally underdeveloped, pastiches of their predecessors and less exciting than successors such as Bonnie and Clyde."


To complain that the characters of the New Wave films were underdeveloped is to completely miss the point of the movement. In Breathless, Godard wasn't particularly interested in exploring these characters; they were mere figures to not only hang his ideas about love, life and the movies on but also as a way to experiment with the stylization that eventually changed filmmaking. If the characters had been "developed," there would have been no room for Godard's manic jump cuts or to explore his obsession with the movies. He would have spent the entire time trying to get to the bottom of these characters. Also, did it ever occur to the author that maybe what we see in Breathless is the extent of the depth of these characters? Both Michel and Patricia are soulless creatures, children of Marx and Coca-Cola who have no depth beyond their silly lives. I'm not sure what the author was expecting, but I doubt Godard would have cared to show it in his movie. The author then goes on to cite the schoolteacher in The 400 Blows as another example of "underdeveloped" characters in New Wave movies. Wow, way to pick on a tertiary character and use it as a main point in your thesis. How about picking on one of the main characters in that film? Oops, wait, you can't, because, between Truffaut and the actors themselves, Antonie, his mother and father are all well-rounded and fully shaped characters.

"Both Godard and Truffaut were at one point on board to direct Bonnie and Clyde, a film that undeniably owes their influence a great deal. But had they done so, would Warren Beatty and Faye Dunaway have spent time debating their lovelife instead of shooting up Middle America? Arthur Penn...understood that American audiences could only take so much soul-searching. They were ready for action!"

Has the author seen Bonnie and Clyde recently? I actually watched it again for the first time in years the other day and I was actually surprised at how little of the film revolves around guns and bank robberies. Sure, the shootouts are probably the most famous sections of the film, but a good portion of the film is devoted to exploring Bonnie and Clyde as romantic folk heroes. They do spend a lot of time "debating their lovelife," whether it's in the form of Clyde's impotence or Bonnie's unhappiness being surrounded by Buck, Blanche and C.W. 24/7. It may not be as hardcore as in any French New Wave film, but it exists and I resent the fact that the author suggests that Bonnie and Clyde is nothing more than a shoot 'em up action film. Those last two lines in particular, ripe with irony and smugness, really annoy me.

"Truffaut is the master of self-indulgent film-making. In Les 400 Coups, Antoine, the neglected child, is undeniably cute. But how can his audience ever forget that this is Truffaut they are watching, that it is Truffaut again in Jules et Jim, that it is always Truffaut. Like Tim Burton today, Truffaut needed a good editor to tell him when his labour of love had become dull for everyone else."

Again, this is another matter of personal preference. Where one person sees "self-indulgent filmmaking," another (such as moi) sees Truffaut as a filmmaker with the self-awareness to find a little bit of himself in every single project and the ability to make these projects an extension of himself as a human. There's no doubt that Truffaut had an overriding theme that pervades nearly every single film of his. I call this thesis "Love at all costs," but he never explored this the same way twice. The Antoine Doinel films,
The Story of Adèle H., Mississippi Mermaid, The Bride Wore Black and Day for Night all revolve around this theme yet you'd be hard-pressed to find another commonality between them. And that last dig, comparing Truffaut to Tim Burton, was unnecessary and another example of the author making comparisons just to be controversial. Even Jules et Jim, which I'm admittedly not a big fan of, has a lot more merit as art than Burton's silly but empty versions of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Sweeney Todd.

I could probably go on and on ranting about this dumbass article, but I suppose I've made my point clear enough. Like I said in the beginning, I'm all for people have differing opinions from my own and I truly believe that not every film "classic" is for everyone. But when you're trying to write a thought piece on an entire film movement, it's best to use more than a couple examples to prove your point. Based on this article, my guess is the author has only seen Breathless, The 400 Blows and Jules et Jim and decided that that was enough to make an all-encompassing opinion about the movement. This would be the same as me writing something, positive or negative, about the German New Wave of the 70's having only seen a couple Fassbinder movies. Not everyone has to be in love with the French New Wave, but your negative opinions at least need be, I don't know, intelligent and supported.

Friday, August 13, 2010

VMA Video of the Year Rundown: 2010

It's that time of the year again! As I did in 2008 and 2009, the moment has arrived to discuss this year's nominees for Video of the Year at the Video Music Awards. But, before we begin, I have to make an announcement. For a couple years now, I've been trying to make this a regular series, investigating all of the nominees for Video of the Year in each year. I got a couple done before hitting a rough spot and never actually completing the series. I vowed last year to get the series started but, again, nothing. I've now come to the realization that it will never be finished and it's time to move on to a new project: Best Female Video. The reason I could never finish another entry is because the nominated videos often sucked all inspiration out of me. How could I spend 300 words writing about a video that was neither horrible or amazing? And what about in years where all five nominees are like that? Zzzzzzzz. But when I started looking around at the Best Female Video category, I realized that there was no way I could ever get bored by the nominees. I mean, look at them! Who wants to discuss videos from Queensryche, USA for Africa, U2 or Steve Winwood when I can be discussing Madonna, Janet, Cher, Beyoncé, Paula, Kate and Annie? I will continue this annual tradition in the coming years, but I won't be looking back at any past Video of the Year lineups. Sorry to the two people who may actually remember me doing this, but I guarantee the Best Female Video series will be even better.

Overall: 2009 was all about the star factor with five of the biggest names in music competing for the big prize. This year, we see two repeats but, overall, the nominees are a return to the early days of the category when the biggest stars weren't necessarily getting the big nomination. Lady GaGa, with two of the most talked about music videos in ages, and Eminem, the VMA's prodigal son, both got in rather expectedly, but the surprise nominees came at the hands of a British act just getting started in America and (former?) actor Jared Leto's rock band. Sometimes digging up unexpected videos can be good for the category but this year quite the opposite happened. When 'Telephone,' a video I've complained about all year for being a short film in music video clothing, is still the second best in the category, you know there's a problem. Florence and Mars are trying hard to be different and metaphorical, respectively--about what, I have no fucking clue--yet nothing comes through. Eminem once again gets in with another lazy, retread of his past videos and the less said about the B.o.B. video the better. Thank goodness for GaGa then, who manages to save this lineup from obscurity with 'Romance,' the video they'll remember her for in the coming years. With so many uninspiring nominees, you have to wonder how Rhianna's 'Rude Boy,' easily the most talked about non-GaGa music video, not only missed out here but in nearly every damn category minus a technical one. And, although I think the video's not very good, the Black Eyed Peas' massive 'Imma Be Rocking that Body' was completely shafted in every category, a surprise given how many of the nominated videos this year (Bad Romance, Telephone, Kings and Queens, Video Phone) have massive runtimes. And, if we lived in a perfect world, the year's double nominee would be Danish pop group Alphabeat and not GaGa. 'DJ (I Could Be Dancing)' and 'Hole in My Heart' both took obvious 90's inspirations and twisted them for this decade.

The best:
Lady GaGa 'Bad Romance' # # # # #
Just before GaGa became the queen of the entire world and everything she did was deemed other worldly, she came out with her clip for 'Bad Romance' and proved that she was more than just a passing phase. 'Poker Face' showed promise, even if it wasn't a very good video, and 'Paparazzi' reintroduced the epic music video, but 'Bad Romance' capitalized on her newly minted success and trumped every expectation people had of her. Five minutes may seem like a long time for a music video, but when you have as much going on as GaGa does here, it goes by far too quickly. But that's what is special about 'Bad Romance': she manages to tell a complete story visually without once stopping the music for a dialogue interlude. The opening birth scene where GaGa and her dancers emerge from the metaphorical womb, clawing and scratching their way out in spandex catsuits is astounding to look at. It's the perfect way to visualize the GaGa character's emergence into this world of prostitution and to let the audience know what to expect from the rest of the video. And never does 'Bad Romance' ever feel like anything but a Lady GaGa video; there's no homage to Madonna or Tarantino and you can hardly imagine Britney, Rihanna or Beyoncé doing this video with the same amount of impact. 'Bad Romance' is a textbook example of using the music video to move a pop persona forward and the fact that she does this with a fair amount of depth and beauty is all the more satisfying.

The rest, in order:
Lady GaGa featuring Beyoncé 'Telephone' # # # # #
And now we come to certainly the biggest video of the year, in terms of impact, hype, feeling and overall length. The premiere was an event in itself, the first time I remember that happening since the good ole days of TRL when the Backstreet Boys would stop by to premiere their latest shitty video. I liked the video at first, and still am generally a fan of it, but the flaws are even more glaringly obvious than they were six months ago. My biggest complaint about 'Telephone' is that it never quite feels like a music video. Sure, it's a video with music in it, but the song eventually comes second to all of the insanity going on around it. I've said it before and I'll say it again: 'Telephone' works as a short film, but as a music video, it's an epic fail. Music videos should promote the song, but can you honestly say you remember the song amid the numerous wardrobe choices, the prison yard make out session, B's Honey Bun and the "Let's Make a Sandwich" bit? What I do love about the video, though, is the way GaGa and B synthesize their own larger than life, batshit crazy personas with their homage to all things Tarantino. The video is complete and utter insanity, but when it works, it really works at highlighting what we love best about GaGa and B. 'Telephone' is hardly perfect yet something about it's madness is worth celebrating.

Florence + the Machine 'Dog Days Are Over' # # # # #
I will say this for Florence + the Machine: she certainly knows how to make a vivid impression. When you see her onscreen, red hair a-blazin' with that kabuki-inspired makeup over her eyes, you immediately marvel over this fascinating creature and really want to get to know her better. The 'Dog Days Are Over' video is certainly the very definition of "weird," but it often feels weird for weird sake rather than weird for a purpose. The only way I can describe what I mean is to use another example, last year's nominee 'Love Lockdown' by Kanye West. The bulk of the video comprises of these natives flinging arrows and tribal dancing to the song. What saves it from 'Dog Days Are Over' territory, however, is the fact that the opening and closing moments show Kanye West obviously in some kind of emotional distress, so it can be inferred that these natives are representative of him going insane. I'm not suggesting that 'Dog Days Are Over' needs a gimmick like 'Love Lockdown,' but, rather, any idea of when to pull back the "weirdness" and figure out what they are trying to say. The video doesn't need to make a groundbreaking point, it just needs to say something besides "Oh look at these blue people dancing!"

30 Seconds to Mars 'Kings and Queens' # # # # #
Maybe I'm completely missing the point, but what exactly is supposed to be happening in this video? I see minute after minute of footage of a group of young adults riding bikes through a deserted town, someone getting hit by a car, a horse stampeding down the street, the kid getting back up unharmed and everyone resuming biking. What? I give 30 Seconds to Mars for attempting to say something, anything with this video and for giving it the full-length treatment without sacrificing the song. Yet, I'm not exactly sure what they're trying to say is worth saying. Then again, I could only be sure of that if I was aware of their intentions.

Eminem 'Not Afraid' # # # # #
It seems almost futile to bitch about yet another Eminem video making its way onto the Video of the Year shortlist, yet I feel like something needs to be said in order for this madness to end. 'Not Afraid' is not anywhere near as embarrassing as his nomination for 'We Made You' last year, that's for sure. Still, there's not exactly anything worth celebrating in this video, certainly nothing worthy of Video of the Year status. I think people are starting to mistake Eminem as an artist who reveals pieces of himself in his music videos. He does do this in his music, don't get me wrong, but outside of 'Stan,' do any of his videos which are supposedly about him truly capture anything worth knowing about him? 'Not Afraid' certainly doesn't, as standing in a dank basement and throwing a chair angrily against a wall is the sort of the thing you'd expect from an Eminem video. The scenes with the mirrors and Eminem buzzing through the air like Superman might be an attempt at revelation, and I suppose that's what got people thinking 'Not Afraid' was about something, but it's handled so clumsily and nothing about it is truly original, interesting or even worth thinking about. Eminem, you're officially past your sell by date; wake me up when you're relevant again.

B.o.B featuring Hayley Williams 'Airplanes' # # # # #
OH GOD, MAKE THIS END, MAKE THIS END! Not only is the song one of the most horrible, cliché-ridden pieces of shit I've ever heard, the video is, also, lazy, uninspired and almost ugly to look at. First of all, can someone tell Hayley Williams that despite what other countless music videos have taught her, closing your eyes and rocking your head gently while singing "deep" lyrics the ones in that godawful chorus does not make you look emotive in any way? Secondly, putting an artist in dark room while strobe and neon lights dance around them in odd rhythms does not an interesting video make. I know this nomination is more for the inexplicable popularity of this song rather than the video itself, but did we honestly need to expand to six nominees to make room for it? This is not a video we're going to be remembering for many years to come. Hell, I'll be surprised if anyone remembers this by the end of the year.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Best Actress Playlist

A couple of weeks ago, I randomly noticed that in my iTunes I had three songs whose titles corresponded to the titles of three of Bette Davis' Oscar nominations. I thought this was a funny coincidence so I tried to see if I could come up with any others. I didn't--you try finding a song called Mr. Skeffington!--but it got me thinking about what other Best Actress-titled songs I could find in my iTunes. Here's what I came up with, in order of the Oscar nomination:

Ann Harding, Holiday

'Holiday' by Green Day
'Holiday' by Madonna

Bette Davis, Dangerous

'Dangerous'
by Monrose

Norma Shearer, Romeo & Juliet

'Romeo and Juliet'
by The Killers

Bette Davis, Jezebel

'Jezebel'
by Chely Wright

Irene Dunne, Love Affair

'Was it Just Another Love Affair?'
by The Eurythmics

Bette Davis, The Letter

'The Letter'
by Michael Johns and Carly Smithson

Susan Hayward, My Foolish Heart

'My Foolish Heart'
by Paula Abdul

Katharine Hepburn, Summertime

'Summertime'
by Fantasia Barrino

Faye Dunaway, Bonnie and Clyde

'03 Bonnie & Clyde'
by Jay-Z and Beyoncé

Ali MacGraw, Love Story

'Love Story'
by Taylor Swift

Liza Minnelli, Cabaret

'Cabaret'
by Liza Minnelli

Barbra Streisand, The Way We Were

'The Way We Were'
by Barbra Streisand

Bette Midler, The Rose

'The Rose'
by Bette Midler

Gena Rowlands, Gloria

'Gloria'
by Laura Branigan

Sissy Spacek, Missing

'Missing'
by Everything But the Girl

Jessica Lange, Sweet Dreams

'Sweet Dreams'
by Beyoncé
'Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)' by The Eurythmics

Jessica Lange, The Music Box

'Music Box Dancer'
by Frank Mills

Kathy Bates, Misery

'Misery' by P!nk and Steven Tyler

Angela Bassett, What's Love Got to Do With It?

'What's Love Got to Do With It'
by Tina Turner

Elisabeth Shue, Leaving Las Vegas

'Leaving Las Vegas'
by Sheryl Crow

Juliette Binoche, Chocolat

'Chocolate'
by Kylie Minogue

Judi Dench, Iris

'Iris'
by The Goo Goo Dolls

Diane Lane, Unfaithful

'Unfaithful'
by Rihanna

Charlize Theron, Monster

'Monster'
by Lady GaGa

Reese Witherspoon, Walk the Line

'I Walk the Line'
by Johnny Cash

And, in case you're missing any and want to complete this amazing playlist, click on this link and you can download them.

I know this playlist is hardly exhaustive, so does anyone have any suggestions? There's a song from the 80's called 'Suddenly, Last Summer' but I wasn't able to find it online. And there has to be songs called 'Queen,' 'Blue Sky' and 'A Man and a Woman,' but I haven't come across them. I'm hoping some of my more music savvy peeps can help out in that regard. Bonus points to anyone who can find a song called 'The Story of Adèle H.'

Monday, August 9, 2010

Rants on Charlie St. Cloud


A film about a young man who loses his brother in a car accident and spends the next few years wallowing alone in self-pity, grief and guilt trying to reconcile what happened may not be the general public's cup of tea, but to me, a fellow with an intense attraction to emotionally damaged boys and who has seen Ordinary People more times than any human ever should, this sounds like a "can't miss." So why then does Charlie St. Cloud (Burr Steers, 2010) feel so pedestrian and ordinary when the plot and the lead actor--heartthrob Zac Efron in his first true dramatic role--suggest that something potentially interesting could have been made out of this film? I'm laying blame with Steers himself who, after getting lucky with an extraordinary cast in the otherwise inept 17 Again, has once again proven incapable of challenging his actors and the audience alike beyond the typical genre fare. Missed opportunities to push both his star and the film to new, potentially uncomfortable places are abundant and increasingly hard to ignore.

Perhaps the most glaringly missed opportunity is the relationship between Charlie (Efron) and his younger brother Sam (Charlie Tahan, not as annoying as you'd expect), which is so rushed in order to get to the tragedy sooner you never get a complete feel for how their relationship works. There are hints that the relationship between them has, because of their age gap, has become more like a father and son rather than one between brothers. In fact, Charlie has more or less assumed the paternal role in the family since he not only doles out advice and support to Sam in lieu of their absent father but he also takes it upon himself to be an emotional crutch for their hardworking mother (Kim Basinger). When the trio goes to Charlie's high school graduation, not only is Charlie the one driving the car, the typical fatherly responsibility, but he also comforts his mother when she is self-conscious about her dress when she sees all the rich bitch mothers in their designer clothes. But before Steers can expand on this in any detail, the film is ready to move on to the tragedy with a dismaying swiftness. Whatever tears the film jerks, it doesn't earn at all. We don't get to know these characters well enough to even begin to feel for their loss at that moment.

After a car accident kills Sam, Charlie sees the ghost of his dead brother and decides to give up a sailing scholarship at Stanford to stay at home and keep a promise he made with him to help him practice baseball. When the film picks up after the funeral, Charlie has been doing this for five years already. Their first couple scenes together show them having a good time in the mud and flying a toy plane over the river, but quickly you get the sense that their relationship isn't all hunky dory. There are a couple of moments where, instead of fulfilling something missing in Charlie's life, Sam's ghost has become more of a nagging inconvenience, an obligation he must fulfill so his brother won't resent him. But does Charlie actually feel this way? He has every right to since he has more or less given up his entire life to spend time with Sam. But just as soon as Charlie St. Cloud raises this potentially interesting issue, it quickly drops it in favor of gooey sentimentality which has been done better in countless other movies. Unfortunately, as the film moves forward, this becomes the status quo: missing potentially unique ideas and emotions in favor of what has already been done before.

An even better example of this is the role of the ghosts in Charlie St. Cloud. Besides Sam, Charlie sees the ghost of two other characters, one being a high school friend who died in Iraq (Dave Franco) and the other, well, is a potential spoiler so I shall not reveal. The point it, however, Charlie is surrounded by ghosts of all sorts but we have no idea where they come from. Are they supernatural apparitions á la The Ghost Whisperer? Are they figments of Charlie's subconscious? If they are all in Charlie's mind, are they a way to combat his self-imposed loneliness/isolation or are they connected to his guilt for "killing" his brother? Who knows; the movie sure as hell doesn't, nor does it really care to answer these questions for that would make the audience think and we wouldn't want that. Cheap tears are all Charlie St. Cloud is aiming for and it can not even deliver on that front.


As he did with 17 Again, Burr Steers places a lot of the burden of Charlie St. Cloud on the shoulders of star Zac Efron with decidedly mixed results this go-around. This isn't to say that Efron is the problem; if anything, he's the only reason this film works in any of the limited ways it does. The problem is that Efron is trying to push himself and the material in unchartered territories but is ultimately stifled by Steers' attempt at middlebrow emotionality. There are brief flashes of imagination on Efron's part, such as his line about being a werewolf to try and break the ice with a girl he's been set up with or his line reading of "Are you serious?!" to The Girl of the movie when they are discussing boat propellers. These moments suggest Efron's awkwardness around people now that he doesn't interact with them on a regular basis and are instrumental in moving the character beyond one-dimensional sad and lonely archetypes. But Steers isn't interested in this and, instead, aims to express Charlie's inner torment by having him stare off into the distance as much as possible. A lot of critics hated this approach, and while it's obviously the least appropriate or interesting way to go about it, I think Efron does a fine job handling this. Granted this may be because I think Efron has the most beautiful face on the planet and could stare at it for hours, but I believe he and the camera have a special, intimate relationship. In my High School Musical 3: Senior Year review, I waxed on about him capturing the camera's attention in the same way Garbo, Dietrich and Monroe all did in their hey-day. Especially after Charlie St. Cloud, I now realize that I may have went overboard in that analysis, but I do believe that Efron has the makings of a true movie star. The way I would describe his talent now, though, is to compare him to Jean-Pierre Léaud in the opening scene of Masculin féminin. JPL spends the first five or so minutes observing the people coming in and out of the restaurant he's in and writing in his notebook, not once uttering a word. He's utterly compelling not doing anything and this is where I see Efron in the future. He has the talent and the ability, he just needs to find a director willing to take a chance. D+

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Xavier Dolan Really Wants to Get in My Pants

He clearly knows the way to my heart (and my groin), as exemplified in his thoughts on Jean-Pierre Léaud in The 400 Blows--among other films--in the recent Criterion Collection newsletter:

"Léaud at the top of his game; he did create, with time, his own acting rules, his own school in his mind, and he opened the doors to many other actors and actresses. One never really says, 'Léaud is so bad in this or that film.' No. It’s Léaud, that’s it. Plus, you can never think of anyone to replace him. Never.

Oh Xavier. You have fine taste in actors (I certainly consider Léaud among the finest) and are sexy as hell. Why oh why can't I see your movies here in America yet? I'm like three hours from the border; this shouldn't be so difficult! I just need to know if my attraction to you is warranted by your talent. Because I have standards. Stop laughing and look at these pictures.




Index of Reviewed Films

17 Again (Burr Steers, 2009)
3:10 to Yuma (James Mangold, 2007)

Across the Universe
(Julie Taymor, 2007)
Adventureland (Greg Mottola, 2009)
American Gangster (Ridley Scott, 2007)
American Teen (Nanette Burstein, 2008)
Anna Karenina (Julien Duvivier, 1948)
Applause (Rouben Mamoulian, 1929)
Avatar (James Cameron, 2009)

La Belle Personne (Christophe Honoré, 2009)
Blue Valentine (Derek Cianfrance, 2010)
Bobby (Emilio Estevez, 2006)
The Brave One (Neil Jordan, 2007)
The Broadway Melody of 1936 (Roy Del Ruth, 1935)
Broken Blossoms (D.W. Griffith, 1919)
Burnt Money (Marcelo Piñeyro, 2001)
Bye Bye Birdie (George Sidney, 1963) Performance review of Ann-Margret

California Suite (Herbert Ross, 1978)
Camp Rock (Matthew Diamond, 2008)
Le Chansons d'Amour [Love Songs] (Christophe Honoré, 2008)
Charlie St. Cloud (Burr Steers, 2010)
The Children's Hour (William Wyler, 1961) Performance review of Fay Bainter

Dans Paris (Christophe Honoré, 2005)
Day Night Day Night (Julia Loktev, 2007)
Dear Frankie (Shona Auerbach, 2004)
The Departed (Martin Scorsese, 2006)
Dreamgirls (Bill Condon, 2006)
The Dresser (Peter Yates, 1983)

Easy A (Will Gluck, 2010)
Edge of Seventeen (David Moreton, 1997)
An Education (Lone Scherfig, 2009) Performance review of Olivia Williams
Elizabeth: The Golden Age (Shekhar Kapur, 2007)

Flags of Our Fathers (Clint Eastwood, 2006)
A Free Soul (Clarence Brown, 1931)

Gaby- A True Story (Luis Mandoki, 1987)
Gypsy (Emile Ardolino, 1993)

The Hangover (Todd Phillips, 2009)
Hedwig and the Angry Inch (John Cameron Mitchell, 2001)
Heights (Chris Terrio, 2005)
Henry V (Laurence Olivier, 1944)
High School Musical 2 (Kenny Ortega, 2007) Performance review of Ashley Tisdale
High School Musical 3: Senior Year (Kenny Ortega, 2008) Performance review of Ashley Tisdale
High School Musical 3: Senior Year (Kenny Ortega, 2008)
The History Boys (Nicholas Hytner, 2006)
Hondo (John Farrow, 1953)
Hoosiers (David Anspaugh, 1986)

I'm Not There (Todd Haynes, 2007)
Inception (Christopher Nolan, 2010) Performance review of Marion Cotillard
The Informers (Gregor Jordan, 2009)
Interrupted Melody (Curtis Bernhardt, 1955)

Joshua (George Ratliff, 2007)
Juno (Jason Reitman, 2007)

The Kids Are All Right (Lisa Cholodenko, 2010)
The Knack...and How to Get It (Richard Lester, 1965)

Latter Days (C. Jay Cox, 2004)
Leatherheads (George Clooney, 2008)
Little Ashes (Paul Morrison, 2009) Performance review of Robert Pattinson

Mamma Mia! (Phyllida Lloyd, 2008)
The Man Who Loved Women (François Truffaut, 1977)
Marie Antoinette (W.S. Van Dyke, 1938)
Michael Clayton (Tony Gilroy, 2007)
The More the Merrier (George Stevens, 1943)
Murder on the Orient Express (Sidney Lumet, 1974)
Myra Breckinridge (Michael Sarne, 1970)
Mysterious Skin (Gregg Araki, 2005)

Never Let Me Go (Mark Romanek, 2010)
Nine (Rob Marshall, 2009)
North Country (Niki Caro, 2005)
Notes on a Scandal (Richard Eyre, 2006)

Obsessed (Steven Shill, 2009)
Once (John Carney, 2007)
Ordinary People (Robert Redford, 1980)
The Other Boleyn Girl (Justin Chadwick, 2008)
Otto; or, Up With Dead People (Bruce La Bruce, 2008)

Pokémon: The First Movie (Michael Haigney and Kunihiko Yuyama, 1999)
Porcile (Pier Paolo Pasolini, 1969)
Un Prophète (Jacques Audiard, 2010)

The Razor's Edge (Edmund Goulding, 1946)
Rendition (Gavin Hood, 2007)
Revolutionary Road (Sam Mendes, 2008)
Romeo & Juliet (Franco Zeffirelli, 1968)

Salò; or, The 120 Days of Sodom (Pier Paolo Pasolini, 1975)
Saratoga Trunk (Sam Wood, 1946)
Saturday Night and Sunday Morning (Karel Reisz, 1960)
Scenes from a Marriage [TV Version] (Ingmar Bergman, 1974)
Silkwood (Mike Nichols, 1983)
A Single Man (Tom Ford, 2009)
The Social Network (David Fincher, 2010)
Spice World (Bob Spiers, 1997)
The Star (Stuart Heisler, 1952)
Star Trek (J.J. Abrams, 2009)
Stolen Kisses (François Truffaut, 1968)
Sunshine Cleaning (Christine Jeffs, 2009)

Tell No One (Guillaume Canet, 2008)
Torch Song (Charles Walters, 1953)
Trader Horn (W.S. Van Dyke, 1931)
The Turning Point (Herbert Ross, 1977)
Twilight (Catherine Hardwicke, 2008)
Twilight Saga: New Moon (Chris Weitz, 2009)
Twist and Shout (Bille August, 1984)
Tyler Perry's I Can Do Bad All By Myself (Tyler Perry, 2009) Performance review of Taraji P. Henson

The Ugly Truth (Robert Luketic, 2009)
Up in the Air (Jason Reitman, 2009)

Valentine's Day (Garry Marshall, 2010) Performance review of Anne Hathaway
Valentino (Ken Russell, 1977)
The Vanishing American (George B. Seitz, 1925)
Vicky Cristina Barcelona (Woody Allen, 2008)
La Vie en Rose (Olivier Dahan, 2007)
Vivement Dimanche! [Confidentially Yours] (François Truffaut, 1983)

W. (Oliver Stone, 2008)
Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story (Jake Kasdan, 2007)
Were the World Mine (Tom Gustafson, 2008)
Where the Wild Things Are (Spike Jonze, 2009)
William Shakespeare's Romeo + Juliet (Baz Luhrmann, 1996)
Witness for the Prosecution (Billy Wilder, 1957)

Yentl (Barbra Streisand, 1983)
Yossi & Jagger (Eytan Fox, 2003)

Zappa (Bille August, 1983)
Zodiac (David Fincher, 2007)

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Ryan Murphy Can Go Fuck Himself

Now that I've given up watching that horrible, horrible show about the adventures of a certain glee club, I figure it's time to stop bitching about the show and move on. But this news was so completely disgusting that I had to say something about it. To be honest, I was actually excited for Glee's upcoming Britney tribute. God knows why, knowing how both the Madonna and GaGa tributes turned out and the fact that they were just going to lazily pick her biggest hits like 'Stronger,' '...Baby One More Time' and 'Womanizer' instead of really digging into her discography, but it's true. I was glad that the show was giving Britney her due as a pop legend and gay icon instead of seeing her as a mentally unstable woman like most people seem to do nowadays. But, of course, I gave Glee way too much credit. With the news that Mr. Schu will be shaving his head as some sort of "tribute" to Britney's infamous haircut, I now realize that this whole episode is going to be a sick farce. Listen, I can deal with an occasional joke about Britney attacking a car with an umbrella, but what Glee is doing is nothing more than exploiting a woman who was clearly suffering a psychotic breakdown for cheap laughs. As one commenter on Just Jared said, this is the same as paying tribute to Rihanna by having a character get the shit beat out of them. Maybe I'm old fashioned, but if you're going to devote a whole episode to celebrating one of the most influential artists of the past decade, maybe you should focus on the positives and all the things she's done for pop music. Glee, you are a disgusting show. Ryan Murphy, you are the biggest asshole of them all. This show is supposed to celebrate peoples' differences and how that makes us all great, so how is this okay? Would you make an episode re-enacting how Artie came to be in his wheelchair and then laugh about it? LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE if this is your idea of celebrating her.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Kick-Ass Supporting Actressing

Within a span of a couple days a couple weeks ago, I saw three great examples of supporting actressing that completely blew me away. Let's take a gander at these lovely ladies, shall we?

Ann-Margret in Bye Bye Birdie
The strength of Ann-Margret's performance here doesn't so much rely on her ability as a great actress--which, although my scope of her filmography is severely limited, I doubt she ever was--as the fact that she has incredible amounts of screen presence. Director George Sidney saw something in little ole Ann-Margret and it shows that he is working incredibly hard to find out just what he can do to make her stand out a little bit more. But it's not as if Sidney is doing all this work while she remains oblivious; it's evident that Ann-Margret is trying just as hard to use her talents to her advantage. Whether she's singing in that now infamous rendition (thanks to Mad Men) of the title song or dancing her ass off during 'A Lot of Livin' to Do,' Ann-Margret has that certain "it" factor very few film actors have. The fact that she remains nothing less than helplessly watchable during a sequence where she simply struts around in front of a camera is a credit to whatever talents she possessed. Her acting is hardly Shakespeare worthy, but she embodies the youth of the time with a subtle intelligence that proves she knew what she was doing. When she (initially) stands up to her overly possessive performance who insists that she doesn't kiss Conrad Birdie, the famous rockstar she's won a contest to receive a kiss from on national TV, Ann-Margret is a shining example of a new breed of female teenager, one who won't let a man tell her what to do anymore. Any angle you look at her, Ann-Margret is a fascinating creature and her work here is something I can't shake weeks later.

Fay Bainter in The Children's Hour
Bainter's performance as the grandmother who gradually believes the lies her granddaughter is spreading about the two headmistresses of her school is one of the great, non-discussed supporting performances of the 1960s. While the film's headliners, which include Audrey Hepburn, Shirley MacLaine and James Garner, are all generally miscast and emotionally aimless, Bainter is precise and on-the-nose everytime she appears on-screen. Her biggest and best scene comes very early in the movie in the famous moment where the granddaughter tells her grandmother what is "going on" at the school. She takes the scene in so many directions with a simple change of expression or intonation and she uses these wisely throughout the extended sequence. Bainter immediately disbelieves all of her granddaughter Mary's idle gossip but the wonderful thing about this early bit is that she's also completely bored and uninterested in what she's saying, as if she's heard all this before and doesn't have the energy to bother investing in it. Gradually, however, Mary's lies become more believable and Bainter has to struggle with whether or not she can actually believe the girl. She tries to cutoff the conversation, but something about the accusations draw her back in. And as she starts to believe Mary, Bainter backs off to the point where Mary appears to have all the power in the situation. She almost towers above her grandmother as the lies start to sink in and make sense. By the time Mary whispers in her ear about the relationship between the two headmistresses too indecent to be said aloud, Bainter is a goner and is believably sucked into Mary's web of deceit. Her work here in The Children's Hour may seem easy, but she is able to get a lot of emotion and intrigue out of a potentially tired "is she or isn't she lying?" plot without so much as breaking a sweat. Bainter is a true pro here in one of Oscar's finest Supporting Actress nominations.

Marion Cotillard in Inception
In a film (and genre) where acting is considered less important than impressive visual effects and action sequences, Marion Cotillard poo-poos that philosophy and decides to bring fire and passion to a project so sorely lacking any human emotion. Long after the "shoot 'em up" scenes are forgotten, I can still recall certain parts of Cotillard's performance that are just as potent and fascinating as the film's central mystery. My favorite scene is the one where Ellen Page has invaded Leonardo DiCaprio's dreams and has taken it upon herself to go down to the lowest level of his subconscious, ending up in a hotel room with broken vases and glasses strewn about the floor. Cotillard saunters over to Page in this strapless evening dress, towering over her with her hands on her hips. She proceeds to bitchily ask why the hell she's intruding, but the fascinating thing about this moment is the fact that she uses her sexuality as a way of intimidating Page's character. Cotillard is sexy as hell in this scene, but she's also on the verge of a violent outburst and the contrast is jarring to say the least. She walks a lot of fine lines in the movie, teetering on the edge of sanity as much as DiCaprio is, if not more. As what happened with the screening room scene in Nine, Cotillard's final scene in Inception provides the only emotional raison d'etre in the movie. Coming to terms with DiCaprio's explanation for what actually happened to her, she packs a real gutpunch in those few, terse minutes. This is, without a doubt, her most complete performance since La Vie en Rose a couple years ago and a sign that we haven't seen everything from Ms. Cotillard yet.