Showing posts with label Steven Spielberg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Steven Spielberg. Show all posts

Friday, April 20, 2018

Classic Movie Review: Duel

Duel (1971) **** / *****
Directed by: Steven Spielberg.
Written by: Richard Matheson based on his story.
Starring: Dennis Weaver (David Mann), Jacqueline Scott (Mrs. Mann), Eddie Firestone (Cafe Owner), Lou Frizzell (Bus Driver), Gene Dynarski (Man in Café), Lucille Benson (Lady at Snakerama), Tim Herbert (Gas Station Attendant), Charles Seel (Old Man), Shirley O'Hara (Waitress),  Alexander Lockwood (Old Man in Car), Amy Douglass (Old Woman in Car), Dick Whittington (Radio Interviewer), Carey Loftin (The Truck Driver), Dale Van Sickel (Car Driver).
 
Steven Spielberg’s path to directing movies was different from most of the other great directors of his generation. They all went to film school, and starting making small, personal films for almost no money. Spielberg started directing for television – lots of episode in the late 1960s – and was eventually given the chance to make his debut film with Duel – a made for TV movie from 1971. The film is an exercise in ruthless efficiency – it’s one of Spielberg’s shortest films, but he packs a lot into it. It was clear from the beginning that he had talent – the film played in theaters in Europe almost right away, and would eventually be released in theaters (in a 90 minute, instead of a 73 minute) version once Spielberg was the biggest director in the world. It’s a film that still works like gangbusters.
 
The plot of Duel is simple – David Mann (Dennis Weaver) is a middle aged, office drone with a wife and kids at home, who has to drive up to see a client who is unhappy with his firm. He’ll mainly be on the backroads, and doesn’t think much of it. Early in the day, he gets stuck behind a giant truck, going slowly – so he will eventually pass him. This sets off, well, a duel, between the two drivers – the truck driver will not leave Mann alone, and chases him up and down the dusty backroads – up mountains, and down, and Mann simply put, cannot get away.
 
The screenplay was written by the legendary Richard Matheson, based on his own story. His skills are most on display during the one extended sequence that doesn’t take place inside the car with Mann. After the first, really dangerous chase sequence, Mann loses control, and nearly wrecks his car. He stops at a small-town diner to catch his breath and make a phone call. Next thing he knows, the truck – that he thought had taken off – is parked right outside. He looks around the café, and knows – just knows – that one of these men are the one trying to kill him. But he – and we – never see the driver’s face. He only knows his boots. It’s a wonderful sequence of mounting paranoia – we hear Mann’s inner monologue, as he appears more and more crazy. No one inside believes him – he looks like the crazy one.
 
For the most part though, the movie takes place on the road – just the truck and the car, in a game of cat and mouse. Even in this, his first film, Spielberg shows that he is a genius at action sequences. The ongoing car chase has an excitement that never falters, never waivers. It’s an exercise in skill that not everyone could pull off. How do you essentially make a 90 minute car chase, and keep it exciting?
 
To be honest, there really isn’t much of say about Duel. It’s an example of what a great director can do when almost everything is stripped away – you cannot say the plot, characters, dialogue in Duel is great, because they aren’t. They don’t need to be. This is a pure exercise in style – and shows just how good Spielberg was, right from the beginning. In three years he’d make his official debut – the fine Sugarland Express, a kind of Bonnie & Clyde knockoff, but a good (and good natured) one – and right after, Jaws and he became the biggest director in the world. Duel though still has a place in Spielberg’s filmography. Few directors could have pulled it off this well.

Thursday, March 29, 2018

Movie Review: Ready Player One

Ready Player One **** / *****
Directed by: Steven Spielberg.
Written by: Zak Penn and Ernest Cline based on the novel by Cline.
Starring: Tye Sheridan (Wade Owen Watts / Parzival), Olivia Cooke (Samantha Evelyn Cook / Art3mis), Ben Mendelsohn (Nolan Sorrento), Lena Waithe (Aech), T.J. Miller (i-R0k), Simon Pegg (Ogden Morrow / Og), Mark Rylance (James Donovan Halliday / Anorak), Hannah John-Kamen (F'Nale Zandor), Win Morisaki (Daito), Philip Zhao (Sho).
 
Steven Spielberg’s Ready Player One is a mess of contradictions – but in the most wonderful way possible. It’s both a celebration of pop culture, nostalgia and fandom as well as a condemnation of those three things at the same time. It’s a film that probably only Spielberg could make – and make work – at least in the way it’s currently constructed. It’s an interesting move for Spielberg – and seems like a direct response to those who want him to go back and do the kind of fun adventure films he used to make in the 1970s and 1980s – proof that he can still do that if he wants to, while acknowledging why he doesn’t do that much anymore. He’s a different filmmaker than he used to be. A Steven Spielberg version of Ready Player One made in 1982 (which isn’t really possible, but you know what I mean) would be much more aligned with the main character of Ready Player One – Wade Watts, an orphan with a horrible home life escaping into a world of his obsessions. The Ready Player One Spielberg made in 2018 is more in line with Halliday (Mark Rylance) – the creator of the digital play world Wade (and nearly everyone else) loses themselves in. In many ways, he is responsible for the situation, but knows how dangerous it all is.
 
The film is set in 2045, and the world has essentially become a giant trash heap. To escape from the dreary reality of everyday life, people spend most of their time in the Oasis – a giant computer simulation where you can be pretty much whatever you want to be. The creator of the Oasis was Halliday – and he became incredibly rich. When he died – 5 years ago – there was also an announcement. The first person to win three keys – from three different games – would inherit everything from Halliday – who was a lonely, single recluse. In all that time, no one has even won one key – everyone knows you have to win a car race, which is impossible, to get the first key – but no one can do it.
 
The main character is Wade Watts (Tye Sheridan) – who goes by Parzival in the Oasis – and he is obsessed with Halliday and his life, and Halliday’s own obsession (which is basically 1980s pop culture) – and determined to win the keys. Eventually, he will team up with others – the beautiful Art3mis (Olivia Cooke), his best friend Aech (Lena Waithe) and a couple of Japanese brothers – Daito and Sho (Win Morisaki and Philip Zhao). They want one of them to win – because the alternative is that IOI – a greedy corporation, who want to infect the purity of the Oasis and is led by Nolan Sorrento (Ben Mendelsohn) – wins. Sorrento will do anything to win.
 
You can pick apart the flaws in Ready Player One if you want to – there are quite a few nits to pick here. The storytelling is more than a little sloppy here – there are plot holes, and plot contrivances, weird moments of character motivation (Wade doesn’t seem too broken up by a key death for instance – the next scene, it’s like it never happened). Spielberg’s film usually click along like a fine Swiss watch, but this film is messy. Part of that is by design – the film is awash in 1980s references that crowd nearly every frame in the film, there is switching back and forth from the completely digital world to the real world. The movie is based on a very popular book by Ernest Cline – and I think Spielberg wants to give fans of the book – and those coming from action and spectacle – what they want. He delivers of course – Spielberg directs action better than most, and uses special effects better than just about anyone.
 
In this vein, there is one sequence – about halfway through the movie – that will go down as one of the best things Spielberg has ever done. This is a sequence where the characters have to go inside the world of Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining – and it is an absolute blast. Spielberg, a huge Kubrick admirer – clearly loved recreating parts of The Shining, and twisting other parts of it for this warped version of it – and it something truly special.
 
I think pointing out those flaws are more than fair in regards to Ready Player One – even if I think part of the reason the film does work is because of its messiness – that doesn’t make up for some of the lazy writing in the film, but I think it does point out the things about the movie that Spielberg found most interesting – the things he wanted to get across, instead of focusing on the story. I do think this is the grown up Spielberg version of the old childlike Spielberg movies (in his excellent review of Ready Player One – the best piece of film criticism I’ve read this year – Bilge Ebiri makes the fascinating case that the dividing line isn’t Schindler’s List, as many think, but actually halfway through the much maligned Hook – when the story changes from a middle aged man trying to recapture his youth to that of a father, who realizes he needs to be there for his kids). I think Spielberg clearly sees parts of himself in both Wade and Halliday (note the glasses on Wade in the real world scenes – he looks kind of like a young Spielberg). Spielberg has always been a movie geek – in love with old movies and their directors. He also clearly sees that it is not the whole world – and that getting lost in it is a way to live a lonely existence.
 
Ready Player One works as spectacle for me – a fine, fun blockbuster ride by a filmmaker who does this type of thing better than just about anyone. Its storytelling if messy, the message is admittedly muddled – they are selling the film as the biggest crossover event ever, and playing off that nostalgia, while also arguing against that nostalgia. But the whole messy package is wonderfully fascinating to me – and makes me think that even though I don’t think Ready Player One will go as one of Spielberg’s best films, it may well become one of his most studied films. Spielberg isn’t quite the “creator who hates his creation” as one person referenced in the movie is – but he has his doubts.

Friday, January 12, 2018

Movie Review: The Post

The Post **** / *****
Directed by: Steven Spielberg.
Written by: Liz Hannah and Josh Singer.
Starring: Meryl Streep (Kay Graham), Tom Hanks (Ben Bradlee), Sarah Paulson (Tony Bradlee), Bob Odenkirk (Ben Bagdikian), Tracy Letts (Fritz Beebe), Bradley Whitford (Arthur Parsons), Bruce Greenwood (Robert McNamara), Matthew Rhys (Daniel Ellsberg), Alison Brie (Lally Graham), Carrie Coon (Meg Greenfield), Jesse Plemons (Roger Clark), David Cross (Howard Simons), Zach Woods (Anthony Essaye), Pat Healy (Phil Geyelin), Michael Stuhlbarg (Abe Rosenthal).
 
The Post is a good example of why Steven Spielberg is arguably the most successful filmmaker in history – he makes everything he does look effortless. The Post is a film that could very well get mired in prestige movie cliché, and there are times when it seems like it’s about to slip down that slope and get there – and every time Spielberg and company pull it out. The movie moves at a brisk pace for not quite two hours, and makes exciting a story that is basically people in rooms talking, based on a true story in which we all already know the result. Yes, the screenplay by Liz Hannah and Josh Singer occasionally strains for contemporary resonance a little too much – the film wants you to think about current President Donald Trump as much as the President at the time in the movie, Richard Nixon, and isn’t overly subtle about it. But it’s all wrapped up in such an entertaining package, you hardly care.
 
The film is about the Pentagon Papers – those Top Secret documents, that Daniel Ellsberg smuggled out to try and get to the public so they could know the truth about the Vietnam War – essentially, that the government knew in 1965 the war was unwinnable, but they kept right on sending troops to fight and die anyway for years, because no one wanted to be at the helm when they had to admit America lost a war. The New York Times started publishing stories based on these papers, and then were barred by a court awaiting final decision. This movie is about The Washington Post – who get their hands on the same papers, after the Times is barred, and has to decide whether or not to publish. Doing so could result in the Washington Post being shut down, and criminal charges for those involved.
 
The movie focuses on two characters. The first Kay Graham (Meryl Streep), the publisher of the Washington Post, who has had to take the job over after her husband’s suicide, and feels tremendous weight to keep the paper her father founded running. The second is Ben Bradlee (Tom Hanks), the now infamous Editor of the Post, whose goal is to publish, to uphold the First Amendment, and keep Nixon’s feet to the fire. Between them is an army of reports and lawyers and advisers, pushing and pulling them in different directions.
 
This is Streep’s best performance in years. I’ve been struck over the years that although Streep is undeniably one of the greatest actresses of all time, she hasn’t always been in great films, or worked with great directors. Part of this is undeniably the sexist nature of Hollywood – the biggest directors are men, who make films about men, so Streep is stuck either being a supporting player to inferior men, or the lead in somewhat lesser films. Part of it is Streep though – she loves to do these larger than life roles – and sometimes that results in her sucking all the air of a film for herself – the movie becomes about the Streep performance more than the film itself. Here, she gives a quieter, more nuanced performance – as a woman who is unsure of herself, in large part, because she is surrounded by men, all of whom think they clearly know better than she does how to run her business. She has to trust her own judgment when nobody else does. She’s a strong woman, no less so because of the vulnerability she brings to the character.
 
Hanks isn’t quite as good as Bradlee – but he’s close. Normally Hanks plays good guys – and Ben Bradlee is one too – although he’s also more of a stubborn asshole than Hanks normally plays (the fact that he’s right doesn’t make him less of an asshole). There aren’t as many notes for Hanks to play as Streep gets – and he doesn’t come close to topping Jason Robards in All the President’s Men in terms of the ultimate Bradlee performance – but it’s more solid work from Hanks, who like his director here, specializes in making things look effortless. The two are supported by a great cast – Bob Odenkirk, David Cross (Mr. Show reunion!), Tracy Letts, Carrie Coon, Matthew Rhys, Jesse Plemons, Bradley Whitford, and on and on – there isn’t a weak performance in the cast. My favorite of these small roles may just be Sarah Paulson – who for much of the film looks like she is not going to get to do anything except be Bradlee’s supportive wife, who gets to make sandwiches when the reports come to her home – and isn’t that a waste to get someone of Paulson’s talent to do that. But then she delivers a short monologue to Bradlee that makes him see Graham in a different light – and really, all women at the time. No, it’s not Michael Stuhlbarg in Call Me By Your Name – but it justifies the casting of the great Paulson.
 
Yes, the movie can feel too on the nose at times – the last few scenes are way too heavy handed, and the few depictions of protests on the streets feel like we’re watching narcs in hippie costumes, not legitimate protests. But The Post is the type of Hollywood movie that no one seems to remember how to make anymore. Spielberg, Streep and Hanks do though – and they pull off a really excellent, entertaining piece of mainstream cinema for adults. That’s one of the rarest things in Hollywood these days.

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Movie Review: The BFG

The BFG
Directed by: Steven Spielberg.
Written by: Melissa Mathison based on the book by Roald Dahl.
Starring: Mark Rylance (BFG), Ruby Barnhill (Sophie), Penelope Wilton (The Queen), Jemaine Clement (Fleshlumpeater), Rebecca Hall (Mary), Rafe Spall (Mr. Tibbs), Bill Hader (Bloodbottler), Ólafur Darri Ólafsson (Maidmasher / Cook), Adam Godley (Manhugger / Lout #1), Michael Adamthwaite (Butcher Boy / Danish Driver), Daniel Bacon (Bonecruncher / Lout #2), Jonathan Holmes (Childchewer / Pub Landlord), Chris Gibbs (Gizzardgulper / Late Night Walker), Paul Moniz de Sa (Meatdripper / Lout #3), Marilyn Norry (Matron). 
 
It may seem silly to say, but there are times when I think that Steven Spielberg is underrated. There is a certain type of film lover who sees Spielberg as just a sappy sentimentalist, manipulating audiences into feeling good. This is silly in more ways than one – filmmakers who are more willing to go dark than Spielberg is, are just as emotionally manipulative – they just pull you in another direction. It also misreads the fact that Spielberg has, at times, been more than willing to go dark – even to end films darkly. Munich is the darkest film of Spielberg’s career – a film about how the obsession with violence and vengeance can seep in and poison every part your life. A.I. literally ends with all of humanity wiped out. Minority Report can be read to have a very dark ending if you want it to. And the much maligned War of the Worlds has a lot of very dark stuff in it – yes, in that case, he messed up the ending, but that doesn’t undo everything he did before then. Yet, even when Spielberg doesn’t go dark – and that is, admittedly, most of the time, he crafts films that appear completely effortless – so much so, that I think it’s sometimes easy to overlook just how complex they are. Last year’s Bridge of Spies is a breathless thriller – yes its classical in its style, but since when is that a bad word. His latest, The BFG, harkens back to Spielberg’s more kid friendly films – like E.T. which is one of the greatest films ever made. It is full of marvelous set pieces, and some of the best special effects in any film this year – special effects that enhance the story, rather than detract from it. Yes, the film skews young – a little too young for my tastes, and yet I’m sorry that my oldest daughter is just a year or so older so I could share the movie with her in a theater. It would be nice to show her a new movie that is a candy colored, animated film. The BFG is a children’s film that proves that not all of those have to be loud, obnoxious and brain-dead.
 
Based on the Roald Dahl book, the film is set in the 1980s, and is about Sophie (Ruby Barnhill) – an 8 year old orphan, living in London. She’s a precocious child – she stays up all night reading, and ensuring the safety of the orphanage and the children in it. Its during one of these long nights where she catches a glimpse of the BFG (Mark Rylance) – a giant, who unlike the rest of his kind, does not eat humans, but only wants to give children sweet dreams. Even still, the BFG cannot have Sophie spreading the word about his existence, so he kidnaps her and takes her to the Land of the Giants. This isn’t a safe place for her – the rest of the giants will eat her if they get the chance. But the BFG, who is actually much smaller than the rest of the giants, thinks he can protect her. The two, of course, bond – and set out to protect the children of the world from the rest of the giants.
 
The BFG is fairly light on plot – but then again, it doesn’t really need a lot of narrative to hold the film together. The film does an excellent job in just a few short minutes setting up Sophie’s world in the orphanage – and her personality. It’s rather refreshing to see the film centered on a smart pre-teen girl, who while she is adorable, isn’t annoyingly so. Spielberg hasn’t centered a film on a female protagonist in decades, but he does an excellent job here. Once we are whisked away into the Land of Giants, Spielberg does an excellent job at building that world as well – in particular, the expertly designed cave that the BFG lives in – a cave that has a dusty, lived in feel – that hides some beautiful secrets behind a waterfall – and also, some sad ones. Another actor probably would have been better for the films box office, but Mark Rylance is the perfect choice for the title role. He is sweet and innocent, without being cloying. He speaks a weird version of English, complete with a lot of silly words – which I know some adults will find annoying, but kids will likely eat up. The light narrative allows Spielberg to take his time with his set pieces – the scary moments when another giant, Fleshlumpeater (Jermaine Clement) tries find and eat Sophie for example. The best set piece is when, in the third act, the narrative stops cold and allows Sophie and the BFG sit down with the Queen of England for a robust breakfast – which is so silly and full of joy that the end of the film – the action climax – is a little bit anti-climactic by comparison.
 
I’m not going to argue that The BFG is one of Spielberg’s best films. It isn’t as deep as some of his films, and offers mainly surface pleasures, for a younger audience. Yet, it treats that audience with respect – which too many films of its ilk never do. And the work being done in the film is seamless. Yes, the film is that clichéd word – magical. Spielberg does this better than anyone else – and that’s harder to do than making something darker or edgier.

Monday, October 19, 2015

Movie Review: Bridge of Spies

Bridge of Spies
Directed by: Steven Spielberg.
Written by: Matt Charman and Ethan Coen & Joel Coen.
Starring: Tom Hanks (James B. Donovan), Mark Rylance (Rudolf Abel), Amy Ryan (Mary Donovan), Alan Alda (Thomas Watters), Dakin Matthews (Judge Byers), Scott Shepherd (Hoffman), Mikhail Gorevoy (Ivan Schischkin), Sebastian Koch (Wolfgang Vogel),  Burghart Klaußner (Harald Ott), Austin Stowell (Francis Gary Powers), Eve Hewson (Jan Donovan), Billy Magnussen (Doug Forrester), Greg Nutcher (Lieutenant James), Peter McRobbie (Allen Dulles), Jesse Plemons (Joe Murphy), Will Rogers (Frederic Pryor), Nadja Bobyleva (Katje).

In many ways, Steven Spielberg’s Bridge of Spies is a throwback – many have already evoked Frank Capra when speaking of the film, and that’s not a bad place to start, as the film is very clearly about American idealism, and you really have no trouble seeing Capra directing something like this years ago, with his frequent leading man James Stewart (even if, the lead character here seems to be slightly more in the Henry Fonda vein, than Stewart – but I digress). But as Mark Harris’ excellent book Five Came Back correctly pointed out, Capra’s politics were often muddled and confusing in his films, in a way that Spielberg’s never are. Like Spielberg’s best films of the last decade – Munich (2005) and Lincoln (2012), Bridge of Spies is a movie about the past that also comments on the present. While the story of a lawyer defending a Soviet spy isn’t a direct comparison to America’s present War on Terror, there are similarities there, as it often seems like the main character is the only one who really wants to abide by the Constitution – everyone else simply wants to look like they are. For Spielberg, ideals are always worth fighting for – it’s more important than anything else really, because if America gives up what it makes it special to protect itself, then what are they fighting for?

The film opens with a masterful, near wordless sequence that follows Rudolf Abel (Mark Rylance) on his daily routine in New York City – exiting his apartment, taking the subway, doing some painting on a bench, and then heading home. He is being tailed this whole time by the FBI as a suspected Soviet spy. Spielberg doesn’t play games here – Abel is guilty, we see him get something from underneath the bench he sits on to do his painting, and then destroy it later when the FBI barges into his apartment. Abel isn’t anyone’s idea of a Soviet spy though – he is soft spoken, often bemused, and has an English accent. The Feds come to James B. Donovan (Tom Hanks), an insurance lawyer who once worked with the Prosecution in the Nuremberg trials. They want to show the world that even Soviet spies get a good defense in America, so Donovan is offered the job. What no one expects Donovan to do is actually defend Abel – and there are many scenes where Donovan comes into direct conflict with the judge (Dakin Matthews) as he argues for his motions that the judge doesn’t want to hear. That’s the first half of the film – the second is what happens when an American spy pilot, Francis Gary Powers, is shot down over the Soviet Union and captured. Both sides are worried about their guy talking – so perhaps a prisoner exchange can be arranged. The Soviets are open to talk about – in East Berlin – and so are the Americans, but they don’t want to be seen negotiating, so once again they reach out to Donovan.

Spielberg is so a famous and celebrated director, that sometimes I think he’s strangely underrated. This is a film, much like Lincoln, in which most of the action consists on men in various rooms talking – negotiating, arguing, etc. – and Spielberg manages to make it all incredibly tense. There are a few masterful sequences that exist outside of those rooms – the previously mentioned opening sequence for example, or another that takes us along the Berlin Wall as it is being constructed that are wonderfully constructed, but for the most part Spielberg keeps us in those rooms, with an insurance lawyer with a cold, as he negotiates. Hanks, like Spielberg, can sometimes be underrated because he makes everything look so easy – his first scene, in which he negotiates with a lawyer about a settlement over drinks, tells us everything we need to know about the type of person and lawyer Donovan is – he is confident, well-spoken, and can argue the law. He is perhaps alone among his contemporaries in being able to pull off this sort of role – and he does it all without seeming to try. Mark Rylance is perhaps even better as Rudolf Abel – he remains calm throughout, watching what happens with a bemused grin. He isn’t the villain of the piece – as Donovan argues, he isn’t even a traitor, since he isn’t an American, how can he possibly betray it? He injects humor into the movie, when it is needed, and matches Hanks’ ability to deliver a great performance without seeming to try.

It should go without saying that the film is impeccably crafted – from Spielberg’s longtime collaborators like Janusz Kaminski’s expert cinematography, draining the color out of many of the scenes, to Michael Kahn’s editing, that manages to keep the pace from flagging, and the tension up, to the perfect period detail of the art direction and costume design – and Thomas Newman’s score (the first time since The Color Purple way back in 1985 a Spielberg score was not written by John Williams) are first rate. The screenplay was co-written by the Coen Brothers, and it’s amusing to think of how they would have directed the film (there are a few scenes, in particular one where a CIA man comes in to brief the pilots of the new spy planes where you know the Coen’s would have found more the absurd humor in the scene that Spielberg does – even while keeping the same dialogue).
 
That Bridge of Spies doesn’t quite enter the top echelon of Spielberg’s films is perhaps understandable – that’s a high bar to clear. Yet other than the fact that the film casts the wonderful Amy Ryan as Hanks’ wife, and then doesn’t absolutely nothing with her, there isn’t really anything wrong with Bridge of Spies either. For a film about American idealism and patriotism, from Steven Spielberg no less, the film is curiously understated – which I think works in its favor, even if that means the film lacks those one or two big moments Spielberg’s films often have. For most directors, Bridge of Spies would be a triumph – one of their best – and the fact that it doesn’t quite get there for Spielberg is more a testament to how good his best can be, rather than highlighting anything wrong with this film.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Classic Movie Review: Poltergeist

Poltergeist (1982)
Directed by: Tobe Hooper.
Written by: Steven Spielberg & Michael Grais & Mark Victor.
Starring: Craig T. Nelson (Steve Freeling), JoBeth Williams (Diane Freeling), Beatrice Straight (Dr. Lesh), Dominique Dunne (Dana Freeling), Oliver Robins (Robbie Freeling), Heather O'Rourke (Carol Anne Freeling), Michael McManus (Ben Tuthill), Virginia Kiser (Mrs. Tuthill), Martin Casella (Marty), Richard Lawson (Ryan), Zelda Rubinstein (Tangina), James Karen (Mr. Teague).

There is a strange symmetry between Poltergeist and a movie that opened just one week after it in the summer of 1982 – E.T. Steven Spielberg directed E.T and he co-wrote and produced Poltergeist, and there have been rumors that Spielberg actually directed much of the film himself – not credited director Tobe Hooper. The two films were shot concurrently, on the same street, and when there were delays on E.T. – and there were a lot – Spielberg would spend time on the Poltergeist set. Neither he nor Hooper have ever commented on the rumors – but in a way they don’t need to. We know what a Spielberg film looks and feels like – and we know what a Tobe Hooper film looks and feels like, and Poltergeist certainly feels like a Spielberg film. Comparing the film to E.T. is interesting, because they kind of feel like opposite sides of the same coin – both the positive and negative sides of suburbia, even if ultimately both films end up in a fairly good place (which is one of the reasons you know you’re watching a Spielberg, not a Hooper, film).

Poltergeist takes place in seemingly perfect suburbia. Unlike the family in ET, which is breaking up, the family in Poltergeist is outwardly strong. The father, Steve (Craig T. Nelson) is a successful real estate agent – selling home in the very development that he and his family lives. The family has three seemingly perfect kids – the teenage wisecracking teenage daughter (Dominique Dunne) and the adorable little girl, Carol Anne (Heather O’Rourke) – and a son right in the middle. The most interesting character in the family is the mother, Diane (JoBeth Williams) – and when does that ever happen? At first, she seems like typical, movie suburban mother – like the ones that are often in Spielberg movies. But the movie gives her some subtle depth. She’s undeniably more sexual than most mothers in the movies, she still smokes pot (in a great scene, where she’s smoking pot, and her husband is reading a book on Ronald Reagan, bringing these children of the 1960s full circle). The Freeling family is seemingly a perfect, sitcom like nuclear family – other than these touches, that the movie subtly sprinkles through the movie. Like the fact that it is revealed that the teenage daughter is 16, and later than Diane is 32 (do the math), or the jokes that teenage daughter makes about sex (she is away with her boyfriend for much of the action, and remarks “Oh yeah, I remember that place” when she is told they will be staying at a local hotel – a remark that causes her mother to eye her dubiously, but chooses not to say anything). Still, the family has the appearance of perfection, even if they are in fact more flawed than that.

In E.T., the outside force that eventually visits the family – especially the kids – is one of good. He even helps to heal the children, before he heads back to space and reunites with his fa,ily. In Poltergeist, the outside force is one that quite literally tries to destroy the family. It all begins with little Carol Anne and a fuzzy TV screen, which she says she can hear people talking. Strange things begin to happen in the house – and eventually Carol Anne will go missing – sucked into whatever is haunting the house. This sets up what we think is the climax – where a strange woman, with psychic powers (the wonderful Zelda Rubinstein) helps the family fight off whatever is haunting them, and get their daughter back. But no, the movie isn’t over yet.

The weakest scenes in Poltergeist are the ones where they have to try and explain why everything is happening. Of course, it’s because of corporate greed and land developers taking short cuts, etc., which is all pretty standard stuff, and to be honest, all more than a little dull. It’s one of the flaws in these movies that they always feel the need to explain everything – which I never think is necessary, but whatever – I seem to be alone on that. The special effects sequences, which would have been revolutionary back in 1982 have, of course, aged – but that doesn’t mean they are no longer effective, at least for someone like me (my wife is the opposite – I have pretty much given up watching any old movie with her that has special effects, because she cannot get over how fake they look compared to the “new” special effects, which often look more fake to me. Different strokes, etc.).

But for me, as good as the special effects sequences, and as intense as the movie gets, it is the rest of the movie – the quieter scenes that I truly found most interesting. Perhaps it’s because I have never really been too scared by the supernatural movies like this, since I have a hard time believing in ghosts. However, I did find the movie endlessly fascinating for how it views suburbia, and the similarities and differences between it and Spielberg’s other movies.

Poltergeist ends with a joke – order has been restored, the family remains intact, etc. In the end, Spielberg offers the audiences a little bit of comfort after confronting them with the perils of suburbia and denial (because really, this is a family that lives in denial much of the time, not wanting to deal with their issues). Spielberg does this sometimes – comes right up to a point where he may say something daring, and then pulls back. Still though, Poltergeist works. It works as a horror movie, as intense entertainment. And it works as something a little bit more than that as well.

Thursday, November 27, 2014

The Films of Stanley Kubrick (Offshoot): A.I.: Artificial Intelligence (2001)

A.I. Artificial Intelligence (2001)
Directed by: Steven Spielberg.
Written by: Steven Spielberg and Ian Watson based on the short story by Brian Aldiss.
Starring: Haley Joel Osment (David), Frances O'Connor (Monica Swinton), Sam Robards (Henry Swinton), Jake Thomas (Martin Swinton), Jude Law (Gigolo Joe), William Hurt (Prof. Hobby), Brendan Gleeson (Lord Johnson-Johnson), Robin Williams (Dr. Know), Ben Kingsley (Specialist), Meryl Streep (Blue Mecha), Chris Rock (Comedian).

Since I am writing this review as part of Stanley Kubrick retrospective, I should mention off the top that Steven Spielberg’s A.I. is not Stanley Kubrick’s A.I. I don’t know what Kubrick would have made of the material had he ended up making the film – which as A Life in Pictures implies, he did intend to do after making Eyes Wide Shut – as he wanted to let Special Effects catch up with his vision for the film. But that same documentary has Spielberg say that Kubrick had approached him before he died about directing the film – that Kubrick felt it more matched Spielberg’s sensibility than his own. Judging on what ended up on screen – Kubrick was right. Yet, I have no doubt that Kubrick could have made his version of A.I. as well – and it could also have been great. Spielberg is a great director in his own right however – and smart enough to know that if he was going to take over a project from Kubrick, that he would be stupid to try and do it the way Kubrick would have done it – so he made the film his own. It is undeniably the most Kubrickian film of Spielberg’s career – we see some thematic and stylistic hallmarks of Kubrick throughout – but it is still every inch a Spielberg film. And, for that matter, it’s one of Spielberg’s very best films.

The film opens with Hobby (William Hurt), sometime in the future, explaining the current state of Artificial Intelligence. Humans have created “Mechas” that look, feel and sound like human beings. They can also learn from past behavior, and imitate human emotions – but that is the key, they imitate human emotions, they do not feel them. Hobby wants to create a Mecha that can actually feel love. A member of the audience asks what is one of the key questions of the movie – if human beings can create something that feels genuine emotions – or is at least programmed to believe they feel them – what responsibility do humans have to that creation

Next we meet Monica and Henry Swinton (Frances O’Connor and Sam Robards), a married couple with a child of their own, but one with an illness that cannot be cured, so is being held in a sort of hibernation until he can be cured. One day, Henry brings home David (Haley Joel Osment) – a test mecha, the first to be made as a child, and one who will behave like one – and if Monica chooses to, will imprint on her – so that he will love her exclusively – so much so that if they ever choose to get rid of David, he has to go back to the factory to be destroyed. She is hesitant at first – but then grows to love David, and imprints him. And then her real child recovers – causing conflict between David and her real child.

The movie has a definite three act structure – with the first being David’s introduction to the Swinton’s, and what happens as a result. The second act is what happens after Monica decides she can no longer keep David – but cannot bring herself to have him destroyed, so she basically lets him off in the middle of the forest to be free. David knows the story of Pinocchio, and has convinced himself that if he can find the Blue Fairy – and become a real boy – that he can go back home to Mommy again. He meets up with Gigolo Joe (Jude Law) – a “lover mecha” who is on the run from the law himself, and the two journey to try and find the Blue Fairy for David. There are two brilliant set pieces in this part of the movie – a so called Flesh Fair, where people gather to destroy Mechas, and the second is Rogue City – a kind of Las Vegas wonderland, which is perhaps the best single environment created in a Spielberg film to date. The third act, set 2,000 later, takes a very strange turn indeed – into an area that few filmmakers would even attempt.

The film is, undeniably, more sentimental than any film Stanley Kubrick ever made. Yet, it is not overly sentimental to me – it is that rare film that appeals equally to the emotions and the brains. Haley Joel Osment's performance is key in this – he creates David as a child who is real enough to be loved, but is still somewhat mechanical – there is something missing about him. This would be a hard performance for any actor – but for a child, it is simply remarkable. Jude Law gives one of his very best performances as Gigolo Joe as well – even more mechanical than David, one who doesn’t feel genuine emotion at all – just knows what his programming is.

But that also describes David too, doesn’t it? He never really feels any genuine emotions – he simply follows his programming, which requires him to feel emotions – or more accurately to think he feels emotions. But what is the difference between genuinely feeling somewhat, and just thinking you feel something. Is What Monica does to him kind – because she allows him to live, or cruel because David will never be able to love anyone other than Monica – so he will never be able to recover, the way a real person would.

As a technical achievement, A.I. is truly remarkable. It is a brilliantly directed film by Spielberg – who uses some Kubrickian tracking shots, and zooms, but generally stays away from Kubrick’s hallmarks visually. He creates a wonderful visual world – one enhanced by John Williams score. Even if you find the story lacking – and some do – I do not know how one could not love the visual world Spielberg has created here.

One thing that has always mystified me is the feeling that Spielberg somehow copped out at the end – and gave the film an underserved happy ending. This is a film that ends with all of humanity being wiped out, with the main character staying put, praying to an inanimate object for 2,000 years in vain to become a real boy, who is brought back – by advanced mechas (yes, they are mechas, and yes, Spielberg probably would have been wise to not make them look so much like a Spielberg alien) because they now do not have any memory of humanity – and David has those memories. They then get those memories from David – watch him operate his programming as it was meant to (by bringing back his mother, either in real life, or simple programming language) – and then basically let David expire – they do not need him anymore. I know the final scene – which gives David what he wants – is meant, at least in part, to draw tears from the audience (and succeeds in many cases) – but that doesn’t mean the end of A.I. is happy – it’s actually rather hard to think of a bleaker ending. It is certainly bleaker than the end of Kubrick’s 2001 – a film who Spielberg takes a few hints from in the ending here.

To bring it back to the beginning, Steven Spielberg did not make the film Stanley Kubrick could or would have made if he had lived long enough to make this film. He did something different – not necessarily better or worse (we will never know that) – but undeniably his own. There is apparently a movie going to be made at some point based on Kubrick’s Napoleon screenplay – another movie he never got to make. I am trying to reserve judgment – but this strikes me as a bad idea. There was only on Stanley Kubrick – no one else can be Stanley Kubrick. Steven Spielberg knew this, so when he took over a project from Kubrick – he made it is his own – and he made a masterpiece. It’s not Kubrick – but it is brilliant.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Movie Review: Lincoln

Lincoln
Directed by: Steven Spielberg.
Written by: Tony Kushner based on the book by Doris Kearns Goodwin.
Starring: Daniel Day-Lewis (Abraham Lincoln), Sally Field (Mary Todd Lincoln), David Strathairn (William Seward), Joseph Gordon-Levitt (Robert Lincoln), James Spader (W.N. Bilbo), Hal Holbrook (Preston Blair), Tommy Lee Jones (Thaddeus Stevens), John Hawkes (Robert Latham), Jackie Earle Haley (Alexander Stephens), Bruce McGill (Edwin Stanton), Tim Blake Nelson (Richard Schell), Joseph Cross (John Hay), Jared Harris (Ulysses S. Grant), Lee Pace (Fernando Wood), Peter McRobbie (George Pendleton), Gulliver McGrath (Tad Lincoln), Gloria Reuben (Elizabeth Keckley), Michael Stuhlbarg (George Yeaman), David Costabile (James Ashley), Walton Goggins (Clay Hutchins), Colman Domingo (Private Harold Green), David Oyelowo (Corporal Ira Clark), Lukas Haas (First White Soldier), Dane DeHaan (Second White Soldier), S. Epatha Merkerson (Lydia Smith).

I have seen a lot of movies about politics and politicians in my life – I’m a bit of a political junkie, and I like to see movies about those in power. But watching Steven Spielberg’s Lincoln, I realized how few of those movies show how politics actually work – that shows the inner workings of politicians, and shows how they actually get a bill passed. Otto Preminger’s under rated Advise and Consent, which was about a confirmation hearing of a controversial Secretary of State nominee and Rod Lurie’s The Contender, about a confirmation of a controversial Vice President, delved into this somewhat – how politician’s corral the votes they need, and keep them in line, but neither of them go as far as Lincoln does. This is not a traditional biopic about Abraham Lincoln – there are no childhood scenes, no scenes of Lincoln as a young man as his politic views form. By the time the movie opens, Lincoln is already fully formed – he has just been re-elected President, the Civil War is on its last legs, and he wants to ensure that before it ends, he has gotten the 13th Amendment passed – the one that bans slavery. If he waits until the war is over, he knows he’ll lose some people. But Lincoln only has a month to pass it. The lame duck congress has 64 Democrats who were voted out – and will now be looking for new jobs. If Lincoln can keep all of the Republicans in line – and get 20 Democrats to vote against their party – he can get the Amendment passed.

I like these types of “biopics” better than the all-encompassing ones – the ones that try to explain an entire person’s life in two hours, which is pretty much impossible. By concentrating on the last few months of Lincoln’s life Spielberg – and screenwriter Tony Kushner – do a better job at defining just what made Lincoln so special – you get to know Lincoln more intimately than you would in a more traditional movie. As played by Daniel Day-Lewis – who once again proves why the Time Magazine headline that proclaimed him the World’s Greatest Actor was right – Lincoln is a soft spoken, but passionate man. He was seen by many in his time as little more than a country bumpkin – he came from a dirt poor family, had almost no formal education, but he also had a great mind, and essentially taught himself everything he knows. He also a natural storyteller – as this movie brilliantly shows – as Lincoln is fond of going off on tangents, telling stories of his past, to illustrate the point about the present he is trying to make. I’m sure there will be a few people in the audience, who like Bruce McGill does in the movie, throws up his hands at one point and says “Oh no, you’re going to tell another story” and storms away. But it is in these stories when Lincoln’s humanity – and political genius – is most on display. He is able to draw everyone around him into his world – make them feel valuable and almost always, see that he is right, no matter what they thought before the meeting began. Day-Lewis plays Lincoln as a tired man – hunched over, almost constantly wrapped in a blanket to ward off the cold, the lines on his face getting deeper. Yes, as has been well established, Lincoln is a bit melancholy – but there is passion here. He believes in ending slavery, and he’ll do it anyway necessary.

The movie tells how Lincoln and his team were able to secure the necessary votes. He had to corral the Conservative Republicans, by appeasing the powerful Preston Blair (Hal Holbrook), by convincing them that he was going to end the war as quickly as possible, which is all they care about. He also has to appease the abolitionists in his party – led by Thaddeus Stevens (Tommy Lee Jones), who not only want slavery ended, but total equality for Negros – which is pretty much the nicest thing African Americans are called in this movie. He then needs to get 20 Democrats on his side – so he hires three shady political fixers (James Spader, John Hawkes and Tim Blake Nelson), who will not exactly bribe these congressmen for their votes, but come fairly close to doing so. This is the tricky part, because the Democrats are led by some vile, racists in Congress, who will see anyone in their party crossing over as traitors.

Day-Lewis’ is not the only great performance in the movie. Sally Field is quite good as Mary Todd Lincoln – a little unstable, still grieving the loss of her son a few years ago, but also a little stronger than her reputation suggests. Tommy Lee Jones steals his scenes as Stevens – who is much more blunt in his wishes than Lincoln is, but also knows he’ll have to swallow some of his pride in order for the Amendment to pass – he will essentially have to lie in Congress about his true feelings and intentions. Jones is hilarious in some of his scenes, and heartbreaking in his final scene. But most often, there is a look of pure aggravation on his face – as he has to sit there politely and listen to horrible racists spout their vile beliefs, and mainly have to smile. Spielberg and Kushner have been criticized in some corners for not giving any African Americans bigger roles – for making the ones that do have roles rather passive, and not really showing the evils of slavery. This didn’t bother me because we already know the evils of slavery, and that is really outside the scope of this movie, and most African Americans at the time had to be somewhat passive – especially in mixed company – or they risked their lives. And the movie quite clearly does show just how racist elected officials – and the country at large at that time – really were.

Lincoln surprised me in many ways. Normally, we expect something more epic when dealing with historical figures, but Spielberg’s film is much more intimate than that. Most of the scenes take place in small rooms – with men hammering out deals, or in the House, where the debate rages on. Spielberg does the epic so well, that it surprised me how intimate this film is. Yes, there are speeches in the movie – and on a few occasions they are a little too on the nose – but generally this is a film about people talking, and yet the movie is thrilling. Not only that but Spielberg, who has a reputation of taking his “serious” movies too seriously, but this movie doesn’t do that. Tony Kushner’s screenplay is actually quite funny – and treats historical figures as people first, not merely as Very Important People.
 
Yes, Spielberg, who has always had trouble with endings, takes Lincoln a few scenes too long. There is a moment that would have been a perfect ending – that captures everything we know learned about the man during the course of the last two and half hours, and would have represented a perfect ending to the film. Spielberg ends the movie how audiences would expect him to, but he had the perfect ending right there in front of him. This is a small complaint though on an otherwise great movie – perhaps the movie America needs right after a rather nasty Presidential election.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Movie Review: War Horse

War Horse *** ½
Directed by: Steven Spielberg.
Written by: Lee Hall and Richard Curtis based on the novel by Michael Morpurgo.
Starring: Jeremy Irvine (Albert Narracott), Peter Mullan (Ted Narracott), Emily Watson (Rose Narracott), Niels Arestrup (Grandfather), David Thewlis (Lyons), Tom Hiddleston (Captain Nicholls), Benedict Cumberbatch (Maj. Jamie Stewart), Celine Buckens (Emilie), Toby Kebbell (Geordie Soldier), Patrick Kennedy (Lt. Charlier Waverly), Leonhard Carow (Michael), David Kross (Gunther), Matt Milne (Andrew Easton), Robert Emms (David Lyons), Eddie Marsan (Sgt. Fry), Nicolas Bro (Friedrich), Rainer Bock (Brandt), Hinnerk Schönemann (German Soldier in No Man's Land).

Throughout his career Steven Spielberg has walked the fine line between sentimentality and just plain sappy. Unlike some cynics, I have never minded sentiment, and I don`t mind crying at the movies – as long as I feel the film has earned it, and not just been overly manipulative. Spielberg, at his best, makes these kind of sentimental films better than anyone. I cry when I watch E.T. and I never feel guilty about it.  His new film, War Horse, also walks this very fine line – and while admittedly, I do think it crosses over from sentiment to sappy at several points – overall I couldn`t help but be moved by the film. The emotions evoked by the film are honest and earned.

The film opens in Ireland on the eve of World War I. Ted Narracott (Peter Mullan) is a poor, stubborn farmer who needs to plow a field of his covered in rocks, so he heads down to the horse auction to find a work horse. Instead he sees a thoroughbred, and decides to bid on it instead – especially when his landlord Lyons (David Thewlis) gets involved and drives up the price. But Ted will not let Lyons win. Now, they are stuck with a horse that probably will not be able to plow – much to the chagrin on Ted`s wife Rose (Emily Watson). But their son Albert (Jeremy Irvine) falls in love with the horse – and knows that if he shows patience, he can train it to do anything – even plow. And of course, he`s right. But this is just the beginning of this incredible horse`s journey. Eventually, he will be sold to the British Army to be used as a Calvary horse when the war breaks out. Throughout the course of the war, the horse will have multiple owners – on both sides of the conflict, from a British officer (Tom Hiddlesome) to a German in charge of the ambulances (David Kross) to a sickly French girl and her grandfather (Niels Arestrup) and back to the Germans to pull their artillery.

The movies structure reminded me of Robert Bresson`s Au Hazard Balthazar, which also featured an animal as its main character – in that case, a mule named Balthazar, who goes from one owner to another. The difference between the two films is clear however – where Bresson`s film is about the hardships of Balthazar, where his life is a series of one torment after another, meeting one cruel person after another, Spielberg`s film takes the opposite track – no matter who is in charge of him at any given point – no matter what side of the war they are on – he meets one nice person after another. Yes, he is worked hard, yes, he goes through hardship after hardship, is used and abused and many of the people around him are cruel and harsh, but at their heart, his “owners” are nice to him – recognize in him they best of the world, not the worst. This makes War Horse a much more sentimental film than Au Hazard Balthazar, but that`s not necessarily a bad thing. This sentimentality leads to the films least plausible, but most emotionally affecting, scene, when the horse is caught in no man`s land, bleeding for multiple injuries caused by barbed wire. The two sides stop fighting, and one Brit and one German meet together to help the horse. No, I didn`t really believe this scene, but it`s effective just the same.

The filmmaking on display by Spielberg in War Horse, at least at its best moments, rivals the best of what he has put on screen before. The ill-fated charge by the British Calvary is masterfully staged by Spielberg, exciting and enthralling, bringing to mind Lawrence of Arabia. Even better is the scene where the horse literally runs for his life through no man`s land, which is one of the most exciting scenes of the year, and also one of the emotionally draining. If you don`t well up a little bit when this horse fights for his life, you`re missing something inside.
 
The film`s closing scenes – evoking the visuals of John Ford – lay it on a little too thick even for me (as does the segment involving the sickly French girl). But the Ford reference is a good one, as Ford never shied away from bald sentimentality if he thought it was necessary, and neither does Spielberg. War Horse is his most boldly, baldly sentimental film in years. And I, for one, appreciated that. Maybe the film is too sentimental, and even sappy, for our cynical times, and yet I appreciated the film as a throwback – not just to Bresson and Ford, but to a time when films like War Horse weren`t sneered at for being sentimental, but celebrated for it. No, the film doesn`t quite live up to the best on Spielberg`s resume, or the best old school films that it pays homage to, but it comes pretty damn close.

Movie Review: The Adventures of Tintin

The Adventures of Tintin *** ½
Directed by: Steven Spielberg.
Written by: Steven Moffat & Edgar Wright & Joe Cornish based on the comic by Hergé.
Starring: Jamie Bell (Tintin), Andy Serkis (Captain Haddock / Sir Francis Haddock), Daniel Craig (Rackham / Sakharine), Nick Frost (Thomson), Simon Pegg (Thompson), Daniel Mays (Allan), Gad Elmaleh (Ben Salaad), Toby Jones (Silk), Joe Starr (Barnaby).

Throughout the course of his career, Steven Spielberg has made some of the best adventure films ever made – throwbacks to the movie serials of his youth that he fell in love with. At their best, the Indiana Jones films are just pure entertainment and excitement. Spielberg probably shouldn`t have revisited Indy 20 years after what was supposed to be his Last Crusade, but I understand why he did. Those films are just pure fun, and Spielberg likes to have fun. His new film, The Adventures of Tintin, represents the pure entertainment of Spielberg`s career at its finest. Working for the first time in animation and in 3-D, Spielberg taps into that same part of his brain that he used on the original Indy films – and makes one of the most purely entertaining films of the year.

Tintin is, of course, the beloved European comic book character, who I think every Canadian kid will remember from French class (as French teachers labor under the delusion that we`ll like taking French if we get to read comic books). He is an intrepid reporter, who along with his beloved dog Snowy, always stumbles into adventure. In his first big screen adventure, Tintin sees a model ship at the flea market, and is drawn to it. He makes a deal to buy it, and is immediately offered more money from a mysterious American who warns him to get rid of the ship. He soon figures out why when he meets a Brit named Sakharine who tells him to name his price for the ship. But Tintin refuses to sell, and instead tries to figure out why everyone wants this model ship so much – what`s the real story behind the ship. The answer will take him and Snowy on a globetrotting journey, where he makes a new friend in Captain Haddock, and discovers an old feud on the search for buried treasure.

The film is what we would expect a Spielberg film based on Tintin to be. It is faithful to the source material, and I suspect that bigger fans of the series will appreciate some of the in jokes even more than I did. I liked how the film included the clueless Interpol Agents Thompson and Thompson (played to comic perfection by Simon Pegg and Nick Frost). Andy Serkis once again proves why in terms of motion capture acting he is still the best with his wonderful work as Captain Haddock. Normally, I wouldn`t think alcoholism is that funny, but Haddock`s addiction seems innocent and fun – much like you would find in older movies (I`m thinking of The Thin Man). Daniel Craig is good as the villain of the piece, who looks oddly like Spielberg to me. And in Jamie Bell, Spielberg has found a perfect actor to play Tintin – he exudes that same innocence and wonder that Tintin always had in the comic books.

I know some fans of the original Tintin will hate the movie on principal (every series that is beloved in one form is always hated when it moves to another, because some think that only they truly understand it). Spielberg has certainly put his own spin on it. This Adventures of Tintin certainly has more action than the comic book. But when the action is this well-handled, it really is hard to complain. A chase sequence near the end of the movie is as thrilling as anything similar scene Spielberg has ever done, as it involves motorcycles, sidecars, boats, a tank, a move building, a hawk and a dog, all moving through the street, and yet, unlike most modern action movies, the action remains clear and concise, and not muddled with shaky camera work and rapid fire editing.

Spielberg and his artists have created a rich visual film. The characters work better here than in any of the three Robert Zemeckis films shot in the same manor (The Polar Express, Beowulf and A Christmas Carol), in part I think because they don`t try and make them look too realistic. They are a cross between cartoon characters and real humans, and it works here – their movements are also less herky jerky than in the past. As well, Spielberg uses 3-D effectively – not as a gimmick with poles and arrows flying at the camera, but rather simply to add depth. I still don't think it’s necessary, but as long as other directors use it this way, I think it will be okay.
 
The Adventures of Tintin is innocent, intelligent action movie for the whole family. Peter Jackson is apparently going to be direct the sequel (which this movie obviously sets up), as he produced this one alongside Spielberg. I look forward to seeing it. Tintin is a throwback, but a good one.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

The Films of Steven Spielberg

Without a doubt, Steven Spielberg is the most famous and successful filmmaker in American history. I know some people hate him, but I’m not one of them. When he’s on the top of his game, and he’s on more often than not, he is one of the best filmmakers in the world. He has not one but two films coming out this December – the animated The Adventures of Tintin and the WWI epic War Horse. So, I thought I’d look at his previous work. I should mention right off the top that I miss his early TV movies – Duel (which I have heard great things about, but somehow have never seen) and Something Evil (which I didn’t even know existed), as well as his 1989 film Always, which never held much interest for me. But I’ve seen the other 24. I do hope that one of his two new films is great, because I’m not quite satisfied with my #10 movie – it could be anyone of about five, as none of them are perfect, but all approach greatness at times. Anyway, here they are, from worst to best.

24. The Lost World: Jurassic Park (1997)
Spielberg was wise enough to walk away from the Jaws series as a director after the first installment, probably knowing he could never top the original, so why try? He should have done the same thing with the Jurassic Park series. Yes, the special effects are amazing. The problem is, that is all there is to this movie. The movie is overstuffed with a plot that lumbers and makes little sense. The human characters are mere cardboard cutouts meant for our amusement – and to become dinosaur food. Perhaps Spielberg’s heart simply wasn’t in this one, because normally he is such a masterful storyteller, and here no thought at all seems to have been given to the plot at all. A huge waste of time and money.

23. Twilight Zone: The Movie: Kick the Can (1983)
Spielberg produced this ill advised endeavor, taking four classic Twilight Zone concepts, and handing each one to a different director to see what the results were. John Landis’ segment, about bigot, is tired and predictable – and sad since we know that people died making it. Joe Dante’s segment is wild and off the wall, and contains some kind of zany brilliance. George Miller’s is predictable, but effective. Surprisingly though, I think Spielberg’s segment is far and away the weakest. It stars Scatman Crothers (playing a version of the “Mystical Black Man”) as a mysterious man who shows up at an old folk’s home and gives them what they want – to be young again. Of course, they soon realize they really didn’t want that, they just thought they did. The film contains the typical dose of Spielberg sentimentality – but this time ratcheted up to the point that’s its almost unbearable. The dark visuals add nothing. No wonder the film was pretty much buried for years – Spielberg’s segment is a stinker.

22. Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (2008)
I’m not sure who decided that Indiana Jones needed aliens, nuclear explosions, swinging monkey or Shia LaBeof, but whoever was responsible for it, messed up. I wouldn’t go as far as South Park did in saying that the film raped Indiana Jones – if you turn off your brain, the film can even be entertaining in fits and starts – but other than Cate Blanchatt, who rips into her role as a Soviet bad ass with a gusto that is appropriate for the film, nothing here works as well as it should. They named the third film The Last Crusade, and it should have stayed that way.

21. 1941 (1979)
I give Spielberg credit for attempting something as bizarre as this WWII comedy that John Wayne refused to star in because he thought it was unpatriotic (how I would have loved for The Duke’s last movie role to be as the cartoon watching General that Robert Stack eventually played). After all, he was still a young director, and coming off of two HUGE hits in Jaws and Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Does this film work? No, not really. It has some good moments, and it is the type of bad movie that you know was made by extremely talented people. But the whole thing doesn’t add up to much.

20. Hook (1991)
As a kid, I loved Hook. And when I flip through the channels now, and come across it, if it’s a scene with Dustin Hoffman’s wonderful, over the top Captain Hook and Bob Hoskins as his lovable sidekick Smee, I’ll watch for a few minutes, and remember why I liked the movie so much when I was 10. But then, inevitably, Robin Williams comes on the screen as a grown up Peter Pan, who has to venture back to Never Never Land, and learn a lesson, and I quickly lose interest. Spielberg clearly loves the Peter Pan story, and he wanted to do a version with a twist, but I can’t help but think a more straight forward retelling would have worked better.

19. Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984)
The Indiana Jones moves were always a throwback to the serials of the 1930s, but did this film have to recycle all the tired, offensive racial clichés of that time period as well? The film was seen as offensive in India, and rightly so and don’t even get me started on Short Round. Spielberg himself has criticized the film, saying he thinks it is too dark and too violent – and doesn’t contain an ounce of his own personal feeling in it. The special effects are impressive, and there are some wonderful action sequences, and Harrison Ford actually still seems to give a shit. There is much to like about the film, but also much to dislike.

18. Amistad (1997)
Amistad tells an important and powerful story, but somehow never quite lives up to what it should have been. Maybe it’s because it’s a story about slavery that transforms the issue into safe, Hollywood genre – the courtroom drama – where even if the slaves win, it will be little more than a hollow victory, as slavery will continue. It is about a group of slaves who rise up against their captors while be transported, killing all but two of them, who say they’ll take them back to Africa. Instead, they take them to America, where they are put on trial for murder. One of the problems with Amistad is that there are a lot of characters, whose purpose never really seems clear. Matthew McConaghey as the slave’s first lawyer isn’t very well thought out, and I spent the whole movie waited for Morgan Freeman, as a free slave, to do something. And yet, there are moments that work amazingly well. Djimon Hounsou is terrific as Cinque, the leader of the slaves, and when the movie concentrates on him and his sad, tragic story, it is at its best. When he stands up in the courtroom and yells “Give us free”, it may well move you to tears. And Anthony Hopkins is terrific as former President John Quincy Adams, who takes up the slaves cause, and delivers a terrific, transfixing 11 minute speech in defense of them. So yes, Amistad is a decent movie, but it should have been better. Perhaps Spielberg should have found a different story – one that focused more on the slaves themselves, and less on a trial that in the end, didn’t really accomplish all that much.

17. Jurassic Park (1993)
The original Jurassic Park may not be a very original concept – but it is a triumph of special effects, and unlike its sequel, knows how to tell a story. Yes, the story is clichéd – about a rich man’s greed and his eventual comeuppance, about not messing with Mother Nature, etc. And yet, in the hands of Spielberg, the story works to a terrific degree. Spielberg has essentially made an old fashioned monster movie – something that would not have felt out of place in the 1950s, but has added state of the art special effects – which even nearly 20 years later, still look great. It doesn’t quite capture the youthful exuberance or glee that the best of the Spielberg popcorn flicks do – but its close enough.

16. Empire of the Sun (1987)
Spielberg initially came on board as a producer for this film, when David Lean was supposed to direct it. Perhaps Lean, who was better than just about anyone at making these kinds of grand epics, would have made a slightly better film. It’s not that Spielberg’s version is a bad film – it isn’t at all. The filmmaking is quite good, and young Christian Bale gives an impressive performance as a kid who grows up the son of wealthy Brits living in Shanghai, who ends up in a Japanese prison camp during WWII. It’s just that something seems a little bit lacking in the film. It doesn’t hit you as hard as it should emotionally. There are great sequences in the film, and overall, I think it’s an impressive film, but it’s not among Spielberg’s best. The fact that it came out the same year as John Boorman’s great Hope and Glory, which also looked at a child in WWII (based on Boorman himself) makes this one look just a little worse by comparison.

15. The Sugarland Express (1974)
Spielberg’s first theatrical feature has a breezy charm to it. It is about a woman (Goldie Hawn) who breaks her husband out of a Texas work farm and kidnaps a State trooper, and then heads off to get her son back from a foster family. This slow speed chase across the state becomes a media event, and the young couple become celebrities, who garner a lot of sympathy from the people along the way. The head cop chasing them (Ben Johnson) is a good man – and just wants to see things end before they get out of control, and someone gets killed. I have never been much of a fan of Goldie Hawn, but this is her best work – she makes this woman, who has done a stupid thing that she should know will never get her the end result she wants – but she is so full of life and energy, you can’t help but love her. And the movie has many a few nice scenes between the kidnapped cop and the husband, where the two get to know each other, and realize that perhaps they’re not all that different. And as always, Ben Johnson is solid in support. In the end, I can’t say that The Sugarland Express is a great movie, but it shows just how good Spielberg was right from the beginning of his career. He went onto make better films of course, but this rather low-key (especially for Spielberg) is filled with charm. I was surprised by how involved I got with it – and ultimately how moved by it I was.

14. Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989)
As a pure popcorn flick, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade is tough to beat. Foregoing the darkness and violence that derailed much of Temple of Doom, The Last Crusade is a hell of lot lighter, and a hell of a lot more fun. Harrison Ford seems rejuvenated in the role, playing opposite Sean Connery as his distant father, who he is still trying to gain approval from. The action sequences – especially the tank chase scene – are masterfully handled. Even the Nazi villains seem to be a little bit less cartoon like than they were in Raiders. No, The Last Crusade is not a great film – and doesn’t come close to reaching the heights of Raiders of the Lost Ark – but I defy you not to be entertained by it.

13. The Color Purple (1985)
To use that favorite word of film critics, The Color Purple is “flawed”. It is too simpleminded in its depictions of African American men, who are all either cruel and vile or else comic caricatures. It is flawed in some of the storytelling, as there are some confused moments in the editing and scenes that undercut their own power. And yet, The Color Purple is still a wonderful cinematic experience. In her first role, Whoopi Goldberg gives the best performance of her career, and makes Celie into one of the most memorable characters in any Spielberg movie. Here is a woman raped by her father, forced to give up her two children, sold to another cruel man (Danny Glover) who treats her as a slave, and somehow, through of all this, comes through and regains her humanity. It is an inspiring story, and Goldberg is absolutely terrific in the role. She is ably supported by Oprah Winfrey, as a woman who will not take crap from anyone, which leads her into trouble, Margaret Avery, as a nightclub singer who slowly, but surely, drags Celie out of her shell, and Danny Glover, who may be a one note character, but it’s a note he plays to great effect. Some people demand perfection from a movie, but I am not one of those people. For all its flaws, The Color Purple is a movie that I will never forget.

12. War of the Worlds (2005)
Take away the seriously flawed ending of this movie, and this easily finds a place in my top 10 list of Spielberg movies. Most of this movie is the most cynical Spielberg has ever been – portraying a post 9/11 America where everyone is simply out for themselves, and do not band together to fight the invading Martians like you expect them to. The film is virtuoso filmmaking – full of terrific sequences (the one on the basement is particularly brilliant), and Tom Cruise uses his movie star talents to full advantage here – and is ably supported by everyone, especially little Dakota Fanning and (not so little) Tim Robbins. Perhaps the reason Spielberg felt the need to tack on that happy, sappy, crappy ending is because he worried the film was too harsh. He shouldn’t have. Had he ended the film the way he should have, this one could have been truly great.

11. Catch Me If You Can (2002)
Spielberg had gone kind of dark and series with Amistad, Saving Private Ryan, A.I. and Minority Report, so perhaps that’s why he decided to make this light and breezy crime film. Leonardo DiCaprio is at his charming best as a con man, who passes bad cheques, poses an airline pilot, a lawyer and a doctor (“I concur”), and Tom Hanks is humorous in support as the FBI agent on his trail. Best of all is Christopher Walken as DiCaprio’s dad, who revels in the thrill of his son being an outlaw (for the first time in a long time, Walken isn’t simply being Walken). The film is extremely well made, lightweight and fun. It doesn’t add up to all that much, but with a film this entertaining, do you really care?

10. The Terminal (2004)
I know a lot of people hated The Terminal, but I could not help but be won over by its simplicity. The film stars Tom Hanks as a man from the fictional country of Krakozia that, while he is in the air flying to America, falls in a military coup. As such, his passport and visa become invalid, and yet, America is not about to send him back to a war zone. He is told he can’t leave the airport, which he never does, which is baffling to the head of security (Stanley Tucci), who has to tell him not to leave, but never expects that he’ll actually stay. The film is a homage to the film of Jacques Tati, whose iconic character Mr. Hulot disarms everyone he meets with his sheer simplicity. Tati was silent, and while Hanks is not, the effect is the same. People can’t help but trust him – he seems so open, so sweet, and so guileless. Hanks’s performance feels effortless, as does the movie itself, though you know hitting and maintaining this tone was probably extremely difficult. It is also a triumph of production design – as the whole airport is a giant set, but one so precisely detailed, you’d never know it. Perhaps The Terminal was just too simple for today’s cynical audiences. Perhaps I’m just a big softie. But whatever the reason, I cannot help but love this film.

9. Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)
A friend of mine once told me that it was Raiders of the Lost Ark, and not Schindler’s List, that was Spielberg’s biggest anti-Nazi movie. Afterall, the Amon Goeth merely gets hanged in Schindler’s List, whereas Arnold Toht has his face melted off in Raiders. Roger Ebert expresses a similar sentiment, saying that while Schlinder’s List a movie by a mature adult about the Holocaust, Raiders of the Lost Ark could well be the fantasies of a Jewish teenage boy, who wants to stick it to the Nazis. Perhaps it’s this buried level that makes Raiders of the Lost Ark better than the rest of the Indiana Jones movies. It is also undeniable that this is one of the most flat out entertaining films ever made with terrific action sequences, as one calamity after another befalls Indiana Jones. I’ve never been a big Harrison Ford fan, but when he wants to be, he can play heroic better than almost anyone – and here he has his most iconic role, and he doesn’t fail to live up to it. In the end, buried meanings or not, Raiders of the Lost Ark is pure, unadulterated fun.

8. Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)
Close Encounters of the Third Kind is great movie about man’s place in the world. Yes, it is about aliens coming to earth, but there is no battle, nor War of the Worlds. Instead, it focuses on a normal man (Richard Dreyfus) who sees a flying saucer, and then finds himself obsessing over it. He starts to see images in his head of a mountain – so much so that he starts building replicas of it. He finds others that share his obsession – who claim their loved ones have been taken. The film is not a typical alien invasion movie – but something much deeper, more meaningful than that. Yes, there are scary moments – little Barry standing in that doorway with fire all around him for example. But Close Encounters of the Third Kind retains that childlike wonder that Spielberg can do better than pretty much anyone else.

7. Saving Private Ryan (1998)
Some will complain about certain aspects of Saving Private Ryan. Even back in 1998, many felt the bookended scenes in the cemetery were unnecessary and complained that the characters in the movie are types more than fully fleshed out individuals. I never agreed with that – and I still don’t. I don’t necessarily think that the bookend scenes are strictly necessary, and yes, they are manipulative, but they are still effective (Spielberg has the skill to manipulate without making you feel guilty about it). And while the characters start as stock characters, I do believe they are fleshed out as the movie goes along. I’d argue that this very well could be Tom Hanks’ best performance, as he gives his Captain real humanity. Of course, what everyone remembers are the battle scenes that begin and end the film, and to me, they are still among the best ever put on film – visceral, bloody, intense and gut wrenching. Yes, the movie indulges in clichés, but in Spielberg’s hands, they work.

6. E.T.: The Extra Terrestrial (1982)
It takes immense skill to make an audience cry and not have them feel overly manipulated afterwards – even Spielberg has not always been able to do this. But in E.T., he does. I have no idea why I cry when E.T dies – because I know he’s coming back, but every time it happens I do. And then I cry all over again when he meets back up with his family, and says goodbye to Elliot. Spielberg’s film is one of the best ever made about childhood – that confusing time in life that we all have to go through. There is an innocence to it that is refreshing. The movie is much more than a film about a boy and his alien.

5. Minority Report (2002)
I know many people hate the ending of Minority Report, but personally, I think it’s one of the most perfect endings in Spielberg’s career – the only problem is that he was perhaps too subtle with it. I mean, doesn’t that ending seem a little too perfect? That Tom Cruise’s character is able to break out of his cryogenic prison, get revenge, get back together with his wife, get her pregnant and live out an idyllic life in the countryside? It’s not that Spielberg doesn’t tell you the ending (Tim Blake Nelson’s character says it as they put Cruise in jail “They dream of whatever they want to”.) To me, it’s clear that Tom Cruise doesn’t “win” in Minority Report, he loses, and in the end he is just dreaming. Still, that is only one part of what makes this so movie so good. A sci-fi thriller, with healthy doses of Hitchcock, Minority Report is intelligent popcorn filmmaking at its finest. Spielberg uses Cruise effectively, and gets some great work from Samantha Morton and Max von Sydow. The scene in the mall is as well staged as anything Spielberg has done. This is a truly great film.

4. Schindler’s List (1993)
Schindler’s List remains THE Holocaust film for many, and with good reason. What Spielberg did with this film truly is remarkable. It is a dark, three plus hour masterpiece, shot in black and white and unrelentingly bleak. Yes, he tells a story of a few hundred Jews that were saved and not the millions who died, who are in the background, and yet whenever I watch Schindler’s List the whole weight of what was done hits me. This is the film that truly showed that Spielberg could do more than just popcorn movies – he tried earlier, with mixed results, but Schindler’s List is so well made and completely unforgettable. Liam Neeson has never been better than he is as Oskar Schindler, even if they do whitewash him a little bit (his personal flaws aren’t really the point are they?). And even with all the evil Nazis I have seen in films over the year, Ralph Fiennes is still the one that stands out most in my mind. Many “important” films are ones that you see once and never have to again. That isn’t the case with Schindler’s List. It truly is a masterpiece.

3. Munich (2005)
I’m sure many will argue against my putting Munich so high on this list. It got decidedly mixed reviews when it was released in 2005. But for me, out of all of Spielberg’s “important” films, Munich is the one that hits me the hardest – yes, even more so than Schindler’s List. Munich is not a film about righteous vengeance – which I think is what most people thought it was going to be and wanted it to be. Instead, Munich is a film about the cost of violence, even when it’s done in the name of a “good cause”. The Mossad agents at the center of this film are tasked with killing the people responsible for the kidnapping and murder of Israeli athletes at the Munich Olympics. They are killing “bad men” in defense of their country. And yet killing, for whatever reason, has its cost and the end result is simply more killing, a non-stop circle of violence that will never end. The violence in the movie is strong – stomach churning in some scenes – and that’s the way it should be. Some have complained about the flashback sequence at the end of the film, but I think it works. Does it matter that Eric Bana was not there in Munich? No, it has haunted him ever since, and driven his every action so much, he might as well have been. The ending of the film, in New York City with the World Trade Center in the background is the best of Spielberg’s career. No false sentiment here. This is the darkest film Spielberg ever made, and once of the best.

2. A.I. Artificial Intelligence (2001)
I remember when A.I. came out in 2001, a lot of people spent a lot of time trying to figure out what elements of the movie were Spielberg’s own, and what elements came from Stanley Kubrick – who passed the project onto him before he died. To me, the question is pointless, as since Spielberg wrote the final screenplay, and directed the movie, it is his movie – although it is certainly heavily influenced by Kubrick. The film is about David (Haley Joel Osment) a “mecha” so advanced that he looks like a real boy. He has been programmed to love whoever activates him, and when a married couple, with a son in a coma, buy him, he immediately loves Mommy. At first, she resists, but David is so open, so sweet, that she cannot resist forever. When their son wakes up, they try to make it work, but they can’t. But Mommy still loves David enough that she cannot see him destroyed – so she drives out into the country and leaves David, and his creepy Teddy Bear, in the middle of nowhere. Thus begins David’s journey, alongside Gigolo Joe (Jude Law), whose name tells you what he is programmed to do. David wants to become a real boy, so Mommy will love him again. Of course, David doesn’t really love Mommy, nor does he really want anything. He is simply following his programming. He is programmed to love Mommy, and be loved in return, and since Mommy loves her real son more than David, it is only logical to think that she’ll love David if he is real as well. The sequence at the Flesh Fair is stunning and scary, and Rogue City is one of the distinctive environment ever created in a movie. David continues on his quest to find the Blue Fairy, and he finally does – under water at Coney Island, where he patiently waits for 2,000 years, until he is dethawed by more advanced mechas. They see David as a source of great information – because he actually knew humans. These mechas, apparently created by previous mechas, still have it in their coding to love humans, even though they are extinct. So David, who actually knew humans, is valuable to them. I have no idea what people are talking about when they say that A.I. has a happy ending tacked onto it. Afterall, it ends with the entire human race wiped out, and David apparently destroyed after they download his memories. Yes, he gets to see Mommy again, but that is all in David’s “dream” so the mechas can observe him. I could write on and on and on about A.I., which is a movie that simply gets more complex the more you think about it, but this isn’t the time or place for that. What I do know is that A.I. is a stunning achievement by Spielberg – perhaps his most ambitious film ever. In 2001, many admired its visuals, but thought its story was flawed. Looking back on it now, I don’t see any flaws. I just see a masterpiece.

1. Jaws (1975)
Spielberg has undoubtedly more accomplished films, more complex films, more “important” films in his career than his 1975 breakthrough Jaws. But he has never made a film as perfect as this one. Perhaps it’s because I saw Jaws way too young, and it has forever scarred me – keeping me out of the water for fear of shark attacks, but when I think of Spielberg, Jaws comes to mind first. The opening scene is brilliantly handled, as are all of the shark attack scenes. I don’t care that the reason we didn’t see the shark earlier is because it didn’t work properly – holding back the shark works brilliantly. No film still has the power to shock and scare me quite like this one does. And it also must be noted the three lead performances are just about pitch perfect – Roy Scheider as the police chief scared of the water, Richard Dreyfuss as the intellectual getting real world experience and especially Robert Shaw as Captain Quint. His monologue is one of my all time favorites. Jaws is a perfect film, and a masterpiece of its kind, and will most likely always be my favorite Spielberg movie.