Wednesday, December 7, 2011

DVD Review: Our Idiot Brother

Our Idiot Brother ** ½
Directed by: Jesse Peretz.
Written by: Evgenia Peretz and David Schisgall.
Starring: Paul Rudd (Ned), Elizabeth Banks (Miranda), Zooey Deschanel (Natalie), Emily Mortimer (Liz), Adam Scott (Jeremy), Rashida Jones (Cindy), Steve Coogan (Dylan), Kathryn Hahn (Janet), T.J. Miller (Billy), Shirley Knight (Ilene), Matthew Mindler (River), Hugh Dancy (Christian), Lydia Haug (Tatiana), Janet Montgomery (Lady Arabella).

It’s hard to dislike a movie like Our Idiot Brother, because Ned, its main character, is so sweet, innocent and naïve and is always smiling that you simply want him to be happy. He’s completely clueless, but also completely likable. In the film’s opening scene, he sells pot to a uniformed police officer, because he tells Ned he is having a bad week. Even when the cop arrests him, Ned finds it impossible to be angry with him – after all he’s just doing his job. When he gets out of prison a few months later (bragging that he won an award for “Most Co-operative inmate” four months in a row) and tries to return to his life on an organic farm with his girlfriend Janet, and their dog Willie Nelson, he finds that she has moved on without him – and intends on keeping the dog. But hey, she’s got the right to be happy, right? And her new boyfriend seems like a nice guy. All he really wants is the dog. So now, without a place to live or a job, he is forced to depend on the kindness of his three sisters – where his sweet, innocent, naïve nature throws their lives into chaos. Not because of any intent on his part, but because he is guileless – he believes everything that people tell him, and cannot lie his way out of anything.

To be clear, Ned doesn’t really do anything wrong. It is not his fault that he finds out that his sister Natalie has cheated on her girlfriend and winds up pregnant. Or that he discovers that Liz’s husband Dylan is cheating on her with a ballerina. Or that he gets information out of a rich socialite that his sister Miranda cannot get out of her – but refuses to say that he was told so “on the record”. Ned just finds it impossible to lie – the least bit of pressure on him and he crumbles.

As played by Paul Rudd, Ned becomes one of the most likable characters in recent memory. Everyone likes him – even his parole officer, who likes no one. As an audience member, I was disarmed by Ned the same way most of the characters in the movie are. It’s rare in these cynical times to find a character who is so trusting and sweet and innocent who has not been trampled down by life. Rudd is such a gifted comic actor – and so naturally likable in the first place – that you cannot help but be won over by him. And the rest of the cast is pretty good as well – from Elizabeth Banks, Emily Mortimer and Zooey Deschanel as his bossy sisters to Steve Coogan, playing the Steve Coogan role of self obsessed asshole, to TJ Miller as his exs dopey new boyfriend, who shares a lot in common with him, the entire cast is likable.

At the top of my review I said it was hard to dislike a movie like Our Idiot Brother because Ned was so sweet and innocent that you cannot help but feel for him. That’s true. But it’s also hard to become truly involved in the plot of the movie for the same reason. The film seems to manufacture conflicts for Ned to get in the middle of, and it doesn’t quite feel natural. The movie is a pleasant way to spend 90 minutes, but nothing more. Still, I can’t help but hope that everything works out for Ned.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Movie Review: Shame

Shame ****
Directed by: Steve McQueen.
Written by: Steve McQueen and Abi Morgan.
Starring: Michael Fassbender (Brandon Sullivan), Carey Mulligan (Sissy Sullivan), James Badge Dale (David Fisher), Nicole Beharie (Marianne).

Spoiler Warning: This movie contains some spoilers, so you may want to avoid it and see the movie for yourself, which I urge you to do, as it is one of the very best films of the year. It is however almost unremittingly bleak. It is not a movie I would suggest you take a date to.

Every review of Steve McQueen’s Shame says that it is a movie about sex addiction, and in a way they are correct. Brandon (Michael Fassbender) is certainly a sex addict, and like most addicts, he no longer really enjoys what he is addicted to, but cannot stop himself. And yet, it’s not the sex addiction that Brandon is really ashamed of. Where ever that shame comes from is only hinted at during the course of the movie, but it certainly involves his sister Sissy (Carey Mulligan), who is also screwed up because of whatever trauma impacted both of them during childhood. While Brandon has shut himself off from the world, afraid of any emotional connection to another human being, including Sissy who he does his best to ignore until she shows up in his shower one day, she has gone to opposite route, albeit with similar results. Both have used sex to fill whatever void they have, but while Brandon keeps everyone at a distance, Sissy seems to think that it is through sex that she’ll be able to forge an emotional connection with someone else – and it breaks her heart that she continually gets rejected. The guys she ends up sleeping with don’t want anything more than sex from her. And she needs more. These two people are probably damaged beyond repair.

When we meet Brandon, he is living his isolated existence, and not letting anything in. He is apparently very good at his job – whatever it is, as he seems to work at one of those “hip” companies where the boss, David (James Badge Dale) pretends that he is still the “cool guy” who just likes to hang out with his staff and keep everything casual. He even goes out with his employees to bars after work to try and pick up women (although he is married). But he tries too hard. Brandon doesn’t seem to try at all – and that is precisely why he succeeds. He just gazes at the women, speaks a few words in his charming Irish accent, and they are instantly attracted to him. And what a gaze he has. In one of the more disturbing scenes in the movie, he locks eyes on a pretty redhead on the subway. Not a word is spoken between the two of them, and yet watch how she reacts. At first she’s flattered by the look, and looks back and smile flirtatiously – but then Brandon doesn’t look away, he doesn’t smile; he just keeps looking with that same intense stare. She gradually becomes self conscious, uncomfortable, on the verge of tears, and flees – a close up on her engagement ring may give a clue as to why. She’ll return in the movie – and by that time, something will have changed in her – but then, something has changed in Brandon by then as well.

If Brandon doesn’t succeed – or doesn’t try – to pick someone up in a bar, it’s not real worry to him – he isn’t above hiring prostitutes to suit his needs – in fact they’re perfect for him, as they expect nothing but money in return. And even though Brandon is having more sex than anyone else, he still has a vast collection of porn – both cyber, and in “old school” formats of DVDs and magazines. It seems Brandon spends his entire life obsessed with sex – and even though it no longer brings him joy, he cannot stop.

This is when Sissy arrives. We’ve heard her voice on his answering machine a few times, but he has ignored her. He comes home one day, and she’s in his shower – and right away, we know there is something strange about this brother-sister relationship. She’s naked, and makes no effort to cover herself up, and he makes no effort to look away. She flaunts her sexuality in front of him, and while he is uncomfortable, he cannot look away. Whereas Brandon lives a controlled life, Sissy has gone wild. She drifts from one city to the next, never having a permanent place to stay, but always “hooking up” with some guy, who she insists she is in love with, even though they never last. She says she is a singer – and in one of the most memorable scenes of the year, proves that she is actually a beautiful singer. She sings a stripped down, slowed down version of New York, New York, McQueen’s camera cutting back and forth between a close up of her face and Brandon’s – who eventually starts to cry. The connection that happens between these two in this scene is unspoken – but broken soon thereafter, when Sissy brings David home with her – and has sex in his bed, and Brandon quietly implodes in the living room having to listen. What the hell is wrong with these two?

It will likely frustrate many viewers that McQueen never really explains the shared past that Brandon and Sissy have – but I do have theory. Some have speculated that incest was involved in their past – that at one point, this brother and sister slept together, but I don’t agree. I think it’s more likely that their father raped Sissy when the two were children. This would explain Brandon’s reaction when he hears David and Sissy having sex – his almost childlike recoil in horror (at one point, he practically gets in the fetal position). Once again, someone with power over Brandon (this time, his boss) is having sex with his sister, and he can hear it through the walls, but feels powerless to stop it. So what does he do? He literally runs away. It would also explain Sissy comment to Brandon that “We are not bad people. We just come from a bad place”, and could also explain Sissy’s teenage “cutting” that is alluded to, and why she equates sex with love. The shame Brandon feels is not because of his sex addiction, but because he never stopped what was going on – which is why he tries to “divorce” himself from Sissy – by telling her he’s not responsible for her. Of course, all of this is just a theory.

Near the end of the movie there is a virtuoso sequence, where in essence Brandon goes on a bender. We have seen him on a date with Marianne (Nicole Beharie), a woman he works with, and we have seen how he can in fact be charming, and even sweet. When it comes time to consummate their relationship however – he can’t. Emotions have got in the way, and his plumbing doesn’t work. To prove to him that he does, he goes out and finds sex where ever he can – with whoever he can.

Shame is an almost unbearably bleak movie from beginning to end. There is no joy in this film, because Brandon cannot feel joy – he cannot feel anything really. There is a lot of sex in the movie, but no eroticism. Despite the NC-17 rating in America, there is no way anyone with a brain could equate this movie with pornography, because porn gives the illusion of sex being fun – and no one has fun in Shame. Why then, is it such a great movie? Because it has to guts to take its characters seriously and look into the abyss alongside them. It is also one of the best acted movies of the year. Michael Fassbender has quickly become one of the best actors in the world, and he outdoes himself here, giving a remarkable performance, where often he is at his best when he isn’t saying anything, and we have to read his face. And Mulligan is his equal, although she never shuts up. She puts on a brave face, and tries to soldier through everything, but the weight of what she is carrying is simply too much. Like Fassbender, Mulligan has quickly become one of the best actresses in the world, and this is her best work to date – completely different than the repressed characters she has played up until now. They both deserve Oscars for this movie – but I’ll be happy if the Academy shows the courage to simply nominate them.

And the filmmaking by McQueen is excellent as well. Like his debut film Hunger (also starring Fassbender), McQueen likes to hold shots longer than most directors – the camera is essence staring down the actors. In just two films, he has established himself as one of the best directors in the world. Shame is not a film for everyone – but for those brave enough, it’s one of the year’s best.

Friday, December 2, 2011

The Films of David Cronenberg

David Cronenberg is, without a doubt in my mind, the best director ever to come out of Canada. His films are strange, but strange in a good way. With his latest, A Dangerous Method, on the horizon (released in New York and LA last week, and hopefully here in Canada soon), I thought I’d look back at his previous films. I should point out that I’ve never seen his 1979 film Fast Company (and nothing I’ve read suggests I need to see it), and I’ve decided to omit his student films (Stereo and Crimes of the Future) and his shorts, leaving us with 15 films, which I’ll now rank. Once you get past the bottom three, there isn’t another film I wouldn’t gladly watch again right now. (By the way, I loved how messed up the Japanese posters for Cronenberg's films are!)

15. M. Butterfly (1993)
Dull is not a word normally associated with Cronenberg’s film, but that is the only word to describe Cronenberg’s adaptation of the famed play by David Henry Hwang. It takes place in 1960s China, while British diplomat Jeremy Irons falls in love with a beautiful opera singer (John Lone), either unaware or willfully ignorant that she is really a man, despite the fact their affair lasts 20 years, and the whole time, the singer is spying on him. I see why Cronenberg was attracted to the material – he has always tackled questions of identity, the conflict between the body and the mind, and strange sex, but other than the fact the film is gorgeous to look at, there really isn’t much her. It’s too tame for Cronenberg.

14. Scanners (1981)
Scanners has entered the pop culture lexicon mainly because of the scene where Michael Ironside’s head explodes. But other than that, and other special effects, I think that Scanners isn’t really all that interesting. Yes, it addresses some of Cronenberg’s pet themes, people with telekinesis, evil corporations exploiting people, but they were better handled in The Dead Zone and Videodrome respectively. All the back and forth, all the plot twists about evil scanners and good scanners, etc grows tiring after a while. Cronenberg insists on explaining too many things, and as a result, Scanners looks kind of silly when you step back and look at as a whole. It is an interesting exercise for Cronenberg, but it feels more like a warm up for what was to come rather than a great film in its own right.

13. The Brood (1979)
Like Scanners, The Brood seems more like Cronenberg working through some issues, finding his voice, rather than being a completely satisfying film on its own terms. Cronenberg has always been fascinated by psychology, and here he tells the story of a weird shrink (Oliver Reed), who has created a new kind of therapy – called psychoplasmics – which has disastrous, unexpected consequences when he applies them on Samantha Eggar, a woman currently involved in a custody battle. Essentially, this therapy leads Eggar to birth a brood of raging, murderous children, who act out the rage that she feels. Give Cronenberg credit, he follows his strange story right down to the end, and the film is full of disturbing images that stick with you. And, Eggar dives headlong into her very strange role. The film is disgusting, to be sure, but that’s not necessarily a criticism. Overall, I liked The Brood, but I don’t feel it’s up to level that Cronenberg would later hit. It should be noted however that some people absolutely love it. I’ve heard some call it Cronenberg’s best film.

12. Rabid (1977)
As a low budget, sexually charged, freaky zombie b-movie, Rabid is actually quite good. It’s about a woman (Marilyn Chambers) who gets into a motorcycle accident, who goes to a plastic surgeon, who tries a radical new treatment (there is those freaky doctors, doing freaky things again) to repair her body. Instead, she develops a strange orifice in her armpit, which hides a penis like stinger, which strikes out at people, draining them of their blood, and turning them into zombies. Yes, it’s pretty ridiculous, but also entertaining, sexually charged, gross and quite scary at moments. It is also politically charged, and has some ideas about gender issues, that Cronenberg would later explore a little bit more thoroughly. Not a great movie by any means, but a good one.

11. Shivers (1975)
In his first theatrical film, David Cronenberg already shows the themes he will obsess on over the course of his career. Another one of his freaky doctors has created  parasites that are part aphrodisiac and part venereal disease that he implants into his teenage mistress, who spreads them among the residents on a upscale apartment building in Montreal, turning everyone into sex crazed maniacs. Cronenberg worked with very little money, and his few special effects are well handled all things considered. The films he made directly after this would have more money to do things, to let Cronenberg’s mind play, but this one he had to use his imagination to find ways to scare and disgust you without showing you all that much. In that he succeeds brilliantly. He also succeeded in pissing people off – because the film was partially funded by taxpayer dollars in Canada, a journalist raged about how horrible it was, and the film was actually debated about in Parliament. It is also a creepily effective horror film – and an excellent debut for Cronenberg.

10. The Dead Zone (1983)
David Cronenberg teamed up Stephen King to make this disturbing, scary psychological thriller – a film that really does feel like it was breakthrough for Cronenberg. Yes, it touches on some of the themes that were present in his prior films – like telekinesis – but does so with much more confidence this time. It stars Christopher Walken in a great performance as a teacher who spends five years in a coma after an accident, and wakes up to discover that he can see the future. What could have been silly, turns out to be realistic, because of the performances, the writing and the direction. This is a little less freaky, a little less Cronenbergian as some of his other films – however it was an important stepping stone for Cronenberg, and on its own terms, quite good.

9. eXistenZ (1999)
If the videotape being inserted in James Woods’ gaping chest cavity in Videodrome didn’t freak you out, how about what appears to be a living, breathing video game controller that plugs into your spine? eXistenZ came out the same year as The Matrix, and touched upon similar themes, of living in a computer generated world. But I’ll take Cronenberg’s weird world, where you have to eat a disgusting looking fish and then assemble its bone to make a gun over the Wachowskis slickness any day of the week. What’s real and what’s the game quickly becomes mixed, and the players, as well as the audience, gets lost in Cronenberg’s tangled web. May not quite be the film Videodrome is – the film on Cronenberg’s resume it most resembles – but great science fiction nonetheless.

8. Naked Lunch (1991)
Cronenberg said that to do a straight adaptation of William S. Burroughs controversial novel it would cost $100 million and be banned in every country in the world. So, instead of adapting just adapting the book, Cronenberg turned the film into a story about the writing of Naked Lunch, while throwing in moments from the book. The result is not all Burroughs, but is certainly all Cronenberg. It is a film about the creative process, about writing as much as anything else. It also has enough crazy, disgusting images – giant talking bugs, a typewriter that seemingly comes alive, someone literally tearing their body open to reveal someone else inside – to satisfy both fans of Cronenberg and Burroughs. What a strange, wonderful film this is.

7. Videodrome (1983)
1983 was a big year from Cronenberg. The Dead Zone represented a commercial breakthrough, and his other film from that year, Videodrome, a creative one. His earlier films concentrated on medical experiments, and their unexpected consequences. Videodrome is slightly different, concentrating on the physical and psychological impact of new technology. It stars James Woods as a TV executive who discovers a new show, apparently out of Malaysia, which features torture and murder. He wants to push the boundaries of his TV station, so he orders them to start broadcasting the show. But it starts to have a strange effect on him, and he starts having stranger and stranger delusions. I really can’t say more, because all it’s all complex, and even after multiple viewings, I still don’t think I understand it all. But I do love it, and in its way, the film was prophetic in its look at how the media affects us. I may not fully understand Videodrome, but I love it.

6. Spider (2002)
Released the year after Ron Howard’s A Beautiful Mind, Spider is a much, much darker tale of the schizophrenic mind. It stars Ralph Fiennes as a man just released from a mental hospital and moves into a rooming house, where disturbing memories of his childhood start coming back to him, slowly but surely. The film takes place within Fiennes’ cracked mind, so the line between hallucination and reality is forever blurred – we are never sure of what we are seeing. Fiennes is brilliant in the lead, as is Miranda Richardson who plays more than one role, as all the women in his life seem to morph into his mother at some point. But the real star of the show here is Cronenberg himself, who somehow maintains this fractured reality brilliantly. The mind of a schizophrenic is a scary place, and Cronenberg places us inside of it, and will not let us out. Perhaps the most complex film of Cronenberg’s career.

5. Eastern Promises (2007)
Eastern Promises may not be the mind fuck that many Cronenberg films are, but that doesn’t mean it’s not as good – nor as violent or disturbing. The film opens with a midwife (Naomi Watts) wanting to track down the family of a dead Russian girl who just gave birth. The path leads her to the Russian mob, and in particular enforcer Nikolai (Viggo Mortenson). Before she knows it, she is in too deep to get out, as she in possession of a diary that a mob boss (Armin Mueller-Stahll) does not want to get out. And, as unlikely as it seems, Nikolai may be her only comrade. The film is brutally violent – highlighted by a knife fight in a bath house that sets a new standard for scenes like it. The films buried secrets are impossible to guess until the end. Mortenson is brilliant as the enigmatic driver/cleaner, and he is matched by Vincent Cassell, as Mueller-Stahll’s son, who maybe in love with him. No, Cronenberg does not mess with your head the same way he has done in the past, but that doesn’t mean this isn’t one of his best films.

4. The Fly (1986)
The Fly is one disgusting movie (how often have I used that word when describing Cronenberg’s films?). It tells the story of a brilliant scientist (Jeff Goldblum, who has never been better), who has developed Telepods, which will allow the user to transport himself from one place to another. Of course, things go horribly wrong when he winds up in one with a fly – the two organisms fusing together into one. At first, Goldblum sees nothing wrong with this – he is stronger than ever before. But the process has only just begun, and soon he becomes more insect than man. The special effects and makeup in the film are incredible. And, amazingly, The Fly also functions as a love story between Goldblum and Geena Davis, his pregnant lover. The film gets darker and stranger as it goes along, before ending in one of cinema’s most daring and memorable climaxes. Only Cronenberg could have done a film like this.

3. Dead Ringers (1988)
Dead Ringers is a disturbing tour de force for Cronenberg, as well as his star Jeremy Irons. Irons plays dual roles as twin gynecologists, who are not so much two different people, but two half people – they need the other one to make them whole. One is cruel and confident, the other shy and sensitive. For a while, they seem to function, feeding off of each other’s strengths to cover up their individual weaknesses, but that all falls away when the sensitive one falls in love with a woman with a rare gynecological condition, who gets him involved with drugs, which starts things spinning madly out of control. The film is technical marvel – you can’t spot the trick photography Cronenberg uses to have Irons in two places at once. It is also a cold, cruel film. I’m sure women will find it harder to take then men – especially late in the film when one of the twins devise new gynecological tools that look simply nasty, and then proceeds to use them. It is not an easy film to take, but it is unforgettable.

2. Crash (1996)
No stranger to controversy, the response to Crash probably surprised even Cronenberg. Ted Turner, who owned the studio who financed the film, disowned it. Some critics hated it, it was banned in several places, and denounced by the city of Naples. Some critics absolutely hated the film. And yet, the film found its audience – even winding up on Martin Scorsese’s list of the best films of the 1990s. It’s not hard to see why there was so much controversy. The film is disturbing in the extreme, as it focuses on a group of people who are sexually turned on by car crashes. The film has many fairly graphic sex scenes, which are disturbing (the ones involving Rosanna Arquette, as a woman in leg braces with a scars on the back of her legs are particularly disturbing). And yet, for all the sex in the film, it isn’t really a “sexy” film. It is cold, harsh and cruel. The hard metal of the cars, the soft flesh of the participants, the melding of machine and man, makes this a disturbing an unforgettable film – and one of Cronenberg’s masterpieces.

1. A History of Violence (2005)
I’m sure that some would rather one of Cronenberg’s more far out, mind fucks be listed as his best, but to me his seemingly more conventional A History of Violence is the apex of his career. A revisionist Western, set in the modern day Midwest, Viggo Mortenson stars as a seemingly normal man, who runs a small town diner. When two people try to rob the place, he reacts without thinking, killing both quickly, in a virtusoso sequence where Cronenberg makes you part of the bloodlust, then makes you sit in it. The resulting media attention brings back old friends to Mortenson – who claim he is an old gangster associate of theirs, and they want revenge. The old issues of identity that run through all of Cronenberg’s films surface here as well. The film is a complex examination of who this man is, and whether it’s possible for him to change. Mortenson is great, and he is matched by Maria Bello, horrified by the fact she doesn’t really know her husband, and Ed Harris and William Hurt as figures out of the past. This is not as disgusting as many of Cronenberg’s film, nor really as complex, but it is his best film – at least in my eyes.

Thoughts on the First 100: The Best Films I've Never Seen Before

I started this series at the beginning of 2011 because I love watching older movies, and yet I never really wrote about them on the blog. In 2010, I went back and did a top 10 list for every year since the Oscars originated in 1927, and in preparation for that, I went back and tried to watch a few key films from every year that I missed. I loved it, but there were times when I was disappointed. This was because I saw a great movie, but what I could write about it was limited to a paragraph. Or sometimes, because I didn’t like a classic movie – or didn’t like it enough for it to be on a top 10 list, so I didn’t write about it at all, even though I had something to say about it. When that project finished, I wanted to keep going, so that is essentially what I have done. I thought of doing something like Roger Ebert’s Great Movies series, and while this series shares similarities with that series, this one is different because I don’t necessarily love all of these movies. Plus, I’m writing about films that I have not seen, rather than films I have seen, and are rewatching.

When I started, my goal was to use the They Shoot Pictures, Don’t They? Top 1000 list, augmented by Roger Ebert’s Great Movies and the 1001 movies You Must See Before You Die series, but as you may have noticed, I quickly abandoned that. I felt it was too restrictive, and their were movies that weren’t on any of those lists that for whatever reason piqued my interest. So I just started to watch whatever the hell I wanted to. I enjoyed it.

The Best Movie I’ve Never Seen Before series has provided me with 100 interesting movies to contemplate so far – and at a much higher rate of positive to negative reviews that current movies. Of the first 100, I only gave “negative” reviews to 8 films. I didn’t love the other 92 (only 45 got 4 stars), but I liked them enough to award them at least 3 stars. But the rating for me is always secondary. It is a handy classification tool, but little else. I hope these 100 reviews helped to shed some light on some great classic films – both ones that are well known to movie lovers that somehow I missed, to other, lesser known films.

I look at the directors I have reviewed so far, and I am amazed. 82 different directors from 17 different countries (Germany, Italy, France, Canada, America, England, Spain, Greece, Japan, China, Thailand, Iran, Portugual, Denmark, Sweden, Hong Kong, Russia), spanning over 100 years and I am simply amazed. What an eclectic group of filmmakers, spanning all genres and eras of filmmaking. I couldn’t be more pleased, and I look forward to continuing the series.

As a final aside, I’ll give you my list for my 10 favorites and five least favorites out the first 100 films seen, in reverse order, with just a few brief words about each. They are completely meaningless lists, with no real parameters, but hey, I wanted to do, so I did.

10. Love Streams (John Cassavetes, 1984)
The final “Cassavetes” Cassavetes film (he made one after, but it was one his “director for hire jobs”), Love Streams is a bizarre, operatic examination of a truly strange relationship between a brother and sister – played by Cassavetes and his wife Gena Rowlands. Only Cassavetes could have pulled this one off.

9. Kings and Queen (Arnaud Desplechin, 2004)
The stark contrast between how we see ourselves and how the world sees us is the subject of this painful and painfully film by modern French master Despleschin. Emmanuele Davos gives an incredible lead performance here.

8. Petulia (Richard Lester, 1968)
One of the most bizarre films about the swinging ‘60s is Lester’s incredibly strange film about George C. Scott as a doctor who lives his wife (a brilliant Shirley Knight) and has an affair with world class cook Julie Christie. Words cannot describe this disturbing, cruel film.

7. The Servant (Joseph Losey, 1963)
Harold Pinter likes his characters to play games with each other, and nowhere is that more apparent than in this film, with Dirk Bogarde giving a great performance as a manservant who gets the best of his master. Losey’s direction is brilliant.

6. The Gunfighter (Henry King, 1950)
An underrated Western with Gregory Peck as an aging gunfighter who wants out of the life, but knows he will probably never be able to leave. If it was directed by Ford or Hawks, it would be recognized as one of the best ever, like it should be.

5. The Traveling Players (Theo Angeloposlos, 1975)
A hugely epic (four hour) film about Greece from 1939 to 1952, but harkening back to Greek mythology for its characters and action. A challenging film, but a richly rewarding one.

4. Two-Lane Blacktop (Monte Hellman, 1971)
The studio thought they were getting the next Easy Rider when the funded it – and were disappointed when it turned out they got the anti-Easy Rider instead. Hellman’s film will be the one he is remembered for – a story about the emptiness of the open road.

3. Greed (Erich von Stroheim, 1924)
The fact that we’ll never get to see all 9 hours of Stroheim’s opus is one of the biggest losses in cinema history. The fact that we do get to see what is left of it – nearly four hours including stills – is cause for celebration. Quite simply one of the best silent films ever made.

2. Solaris (Andrei Tarkovsky, 1972)
I put off seeing Tarkovsky’s most celebrated film for more than a decade because of my mixture of awe and boredom that I normally get from watching his films. But this is a sci-fi masterpiece – all awe, no boredom.

1. Chungking Express (Wong Kar Wai, 1994)
The only film I’ve watched for this series where I watched it twice in a row, simply because I didn’t want Wong Kar Wai’s dreamy, romantic film to end (even if it is about the fleeting nature of romance, and how infatuation can be more satisfying than the real thing). Wong has made more complex film, more beautiful films, but never one I loved so much as this one.

And the five worst.

5. Wait Until Dark (Terrence Yong, 1967)
There have been a number of occasions over the years when someone will ask me if I’ve seen Wait Until Dark, and told me that it was one of the scariest, most intense movies they’ve ever seen. I thought it was just plain silly, with one unlikely twist following another in a plot that makes no sense if you think about it for about 2 seconds. Audrey Hepburn is pretty good in it, I guess, but that’s about it.

4. Wavelength (Michael Snow, 1967)
A slow zoom on a mostly empty room last 45 minutes. There are a few minutes with people in at the beginning, about half way through and at the end, but they are meaningless. There is no plot, and while there is editing, it is done in a way that is seamless, so the eye perceives no change. The camera zooms closer and closer to a picture on the far side of the room. The film had the effect on me that Michael Snow wanted it to have – he wants you to watch closely, and be bored by the inaction, because he’s making a point about the illusion of cinema. Point made. I just don’t quite understand why I needed to watch it.

3. Funny Girl (William Wyler, 1968)
I have never been a Barbara Striesand fan, even if I barely know her film work. Having said that, she is pretty much the only reason to watch William Wyler’s epically long and epically dull Fanny Brice biopic. Striesand throws herself into the musical numbers with gusto, but there is nothing beyond those musical numbers remotely interesting or entertaining. Omar Shariff has got to be the dullest leading man in film history.

2. Rose Hobart (Joseph Cornell, 1936)
Joseph Cornell’s surrealist short film from 1936 may have been the film Salvador Dali saw in his dreams (he even accused Cornell of stealing his thoughts), but it certainly wasn’t the film of mine. It is 18 minutes of the B-movie East of Borneo, divorced from its soundtrack, and focusing entirely on the female lead – Rose Hobart. The film forces us to evaluate the images themselves, because they are devoid of context or sound, so the images take on a different meaning then they were intended to. I think I get the point, but like with Wavelength, I’m not entirely sure I needed to watch it.

1. Death in Venice (Luchino Visconti, 1971)
After loving him in Joseph Losey’s The Servant, I rented Death in Venice with Dirk Bogarde, because of him, and Visconti – a director I normally love. And while I love the visual look of the film – making a city I visited and fell in love with look its best – I found Death in Venice to be a hollow film. The main thrust of the plot is dull and limp, and mainly consists of Bogarde starring dreamily at a beautiful teenage boy until he dies. I understand why Bogarde, as a closeted gay man, would want to make this film. But the result is painfully dull. If I want to see Bogarde and Visconti working together, I’ll stick with the over the top The Damned, thank you very much.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

The Best Films I Have Never Seen Before: The Go-Between (1971)

The Go-Between (1971) ****
Directed by: Joseph Losey.
Written by: Harold Pinter based on the novel by L.P. Hartley.
Starring:  Julie Christie (Marian - Lady Trimingham), Alan Bates (Ted Burgess), Margaret Leighton (Mrs. Maudsley), Michael Redgrave (Leo Colston), Dominic Guard ('Leo' Colston), Michael Gough (Mr. Maudsley), Edward Fox (Hugh Trimingham), Richard Gibson (Marcus).

On the surface, The Go-Between resembles many other films. It is about a relationship between an upper class British woman, Marian (Julie Christie) and a lower class farmer, Ted (Alan Bates) who truly do love each other, but can never be together because of their difference in class. This has been a standard story in British literature for as long as there has been such a thing. And yet, Joseph Losey’s The Go-Between is still a stunning film. Harold Pinter adapted L.P. Hartley’s novel, which looks at this relationship over one summer through the eyes of a 12 year old boy – and how the consequences of what happened that summer reverberates through the years, forever scarring everyone involved.

The film stars young Dominic Guard as Leo, who is school friends with Marcus (Richard Gibson) and is invited to spend the summer with them. Leo is middle class, doesn’t have all the advantages or money that Marcus does, and at first, he seems at awe of their huge estate. The family is nice, if a little condescending towards him – especially Marian, who takes a shine to Leo, even going so far as to take him into town to buy him a summer suit, when it becomes clear that he does not own one. Leo is smitten with Marian, and will do anything for her. Something she uses to her advantage. Things really get started when Marcus gets sick and has to stay in bed all day – leaving Leo to wonder the countryside by himself. One day he ends up stumbling upon the farm on the family land that is rented to Ted Burgess. Ted is nice to Leo, but also probes him with questions. Does he ever see Marian alone? Could he take her a letter without anyone else seeing it? Leo doesn’t understand the implications of this before it is too late. Soon, he is running back and forth almost daily with letters between the two lovers. He becomes confused when he is told that Marian is going to marry not Ted, but Hugh Trimingham (Edward Fox), the scarred war hero with a title. He will eventually ask Marian why she cannot marry Ted. She simply replies “I cannot”. When he follows this up by asking her why she is marrying Hugh she simply says “Because I must”. It won’t be until the end of the film when all of this comes together.

The Go-Between is an expertly calibrated mood piece. Losey has an eye for period detail, and everything in the film looks just right. The cinematography by Gerry Fisher is expert, with a camera that is constantly moving, constantly watching. The score by Michael Legrand is ever present, and sets the tone. Like the previous Losey-Pinter collaboration, The Go-Between experiments with time, flashing forward to the end of the story, or the epilogue, during the second half of the film, rather than simply using it as a bookend. This helps to put the cause and effects next to each other, to see what will become of the characters, and why, as it happens.

Pinter’s screenplay here is one of his best. It is one where what isn’t said is emphasized – one where we get layers that fly right over poor, young, naïve Leo’s head. The lovers may be older than they were intended to be (Julie Christie was almost 30, and Marian was originally written as a teenager), but this adds to the sad poignancy of her character. She has not yet married, she is in love for the first time in her life, but instead of being able to pursue that love, she is stuck with Hugh. One of the nice things about the film is that Hugh is not portrayed as a bad guy. He is nice to Leo – nicer than most of the rest of the family. It isn’t his fault that Marian is in love with someone else.

The performances work beautifully. Dominic Guard is wonderful as the child on the brink of sexual awakening, but still naïve about it. Julie Christie is wonderful as the tragic heroine – caught between what she wants and what she is expected to do. Alan Bates is in fine form as the lower class farmer, who nonetheless is kind and gentle. And Margaret Leighton is magnificent as Christie’s mother, who knows far more than she lets on.

Out of the three Losey-Pinter collaborations, I think The Go-Between is probably the weakest. It doesn’t quite have the subversive kick of The Servant (1963) or the complexity of Accident (1967). And yet, it is still a great film. These two simply knew how to bring the best out of each other – push each other farther. It is one of the best writer-director collaborations in film history.

DVD Review: The Devil's Double

The Devil’s Double ***
Directed by: Lee Tamahori.
Written by: Michael Thomas based on the book by Latif Yahia.
Starring: Dominic Cooper (Uday Hussein / Latif Yahia), Ludivine Sagnier (Sarrab), Raad Rawi (Munem), Philip Quast (Saddam Hussein / Faoaz), Mimoun Oaïssa (Ali), Khalid Laith (Yassem Al-Helou), Dar Salim (Azzam), Nasser Memarzia (Latif's Father), Mem Ferda (Kamel Hannah), Pano Masti (Said), Akin Gazi (Saad), Stewart Scudamore (Father of School Girl), Amrita Acharia (School Girl), Elektra Anastasi (School Girl 2), Amber Rose Revah (Bride).

Uday Hussein was a real life monster. No matter what you think of the War in Iraq, no one is really going to defend him. Saddam’s son loved being in the spotlight, loved the money and power he had and basically did whatever the hell he wanted to right up until he was killed by American forces in 2003. If he saw something he wanted, he took it – whether it was money, possessions or money. I’m not sure he rose to the level of almost cartoon super villainy that he does in The Devil’s Double, but it certainly makes for an entertaining, yet disturbing movie. The filmmakers seem to have wanted to make Scarface in Iraq, and in many ways, they succeeded.

Dominic Cooper gives a wildly over the top, but hugely entertaining performance, not just as Uday himself, but as Latif Yahia, who a Lieutenant in the Iraqi army that Uday forces to be his body double. He cannot be everywhere at once, and you never know when some crazy person may want to take a shot at him, so he needs a double. Saddam has a double, so he wants one too. As Uday, Cooper goes wildly over the top, with his demented grin that turns for happiness to lust to anger in the blink of an eye. That doesn’t even mention his voice, a high pitched gleeful, greedy one, that turns to anger, which makes him sound like a petulant child. As Latif, he plays a man conflicted. On one hand, he does enjoy the benefits of being Uday’s double – he can have whatever he wants. On the other hand, he sees just how evil Uday is, and what he and his father is doing to his country, and he despises it. But what is he supposed to do? You cannot say no to Uday Hussein. I’m not sure what made the filmmakers decide that Cooper could handle this double role, but he does so wonderfully. For an actor who has mainly shown up in supporting roles in both Hollywood (Captain America) and indie (An Education) movies, this is his coming out party.

The film was directed by Lee Tamorhori, who knows how to make action movies (he has a James Bond to his credit). He tells this story with energy, action and almost constant movement. It certainly never devolves into Michael Bay style theatrics, but at times it gets close. The first part of the movie almost seems like a dark adventure movie, as Latif is introduced to this world – the constant parties, the never ending supply of women. The film gets much darker as it moves along – not only does America invade Iraq (this is the first Gulf War), but Uday’s behaviour becomes increasingly erratic. Latif will finally draw a line after Uday “picks up” teenage girls on the street to have sex with (which is a nice way of saying he abducts and rapes them), and perhaps even worse the way Uday abuses a bride on her wedding day. At times, the style gets in the way of the content which is perhaps too serious for Tamarhori’s style for this film.

Overall, I think The Devil’s Double is a fine film – well made and written, and with extremely well acted by Cooper, who goes for broke and gets rewarded for it. It isn’t a great film, but for the outset it grabs you, and won’t let go.

DVD Review: Conan the Barbarian

Conan the Barbarian * ½
Directed by: Marcus Nispel.   
Written by: Thomas Dean Donnelly & Joshua Oppenheimer and Sean Hood based on the character created by Robert E. Howard.
Starring: Jason Momoa (Conan), Stephen Lang (Khalar Zym), Rachel Nichols (Tamara), Ron Perlman (Corin), Rose McGowan (Marique), Bob Sapp (Ukafa), Leo Howard (Young Conan), Steven O'Donnell (Lucius), Nonso Anozie (Artus), Raad Rawi (Fassir), Laila Rouass (Fialla), Saïd Taghmaoui (Ela-Shan), Milton Welsh (Remo), Morgan Freeman (Narrator).

Director Marcus Nispel is in the remake business. I’ve seen four of his films now, and all of them are remakes, and none of them very good. His version of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre wallowed in human filth (which is not necessarily a bad thing, given the original), but was undone by a cruddy screenplay, with a tacked on climax that felt wrong. His remake of the Danish film Pathfinder was borderline incoherent and unwatchable. His Friday the 13th remake was actually much better than the original – but then again, the original sucked, so that really isn’t saying much. Now comes Conan the Barbarian. It’s hard to like a film this far over the top and ridiculous, especially with such a blank actor in the lead role.

The story of Conan the Barbarian has been told before – by John Milius in 1982 (surprisingly, that film was co-written by Oliver Stone, which may explain how strange that film is, considering that Milius is one of the most well known conservatives in Hollywood, and Stone a loony, left winger). But whatever problems the original movie had, they at least knew how to tell a story  - as silly as it was. This film focuses on the visuals – throwing a bunch of special effects (and 3-D, although since I saw it on DVD, I thankfully was not subjected to that) to cover up the fact that the story is lame, at times incoherent, and the actors boring.

Conan watches his village being burned to the ground, his people slaughtered, including his father (Ron Perelman), and there’s nothing he can do to stop it. He wanders the earth for years, continuing to train, to become stronger, and always on the lookout for the evil Khalar Zym (Stephen Lang) and his demented daughter Marique (Rose McGowan), who are responsible for the crime. The reason is some ridiculousness about a crown that will give Khalar unlimited power. Now, it seems that Khalar is close to achieving his goal. But he needs someone with “pure blood”, and that appears to be Tamara (Rachel Nichols). Tamara is forced into an uneasy alliance with Conan, and together they must destroy Khalar, before he destroys them.

The movie has the same dark, dank visual look that Nispel’s other films had. It also contains as much blood and guts as they did. The film is full of beheadings, disembowelings, dismemberments and violence. Which is odd, because the story is so over the top and cartoonish, that had they eliminated all the pointless blood, they could have marketed this as a family movie in the vein of Pirates of the Caribbean. But, I guess, they wanted all that blood. So the result is a movie that is too much like a cartoon for adults, and far too violent for kids. Who the hell this movie is supposedly made for, I have no idea.

A movie like this requires a certain kind of go for broke, over the top performers to make it work. Stephen Lang, who overacted his way through Avatar as the villain, goes far more over the top here, and it almost works. Had he been given something interesting to say, it may have well have worked. Rose McGowan tries really hard, but she remains a subpar actress – with even this level of cartoon buffoonery beyond her capabilities. Perhaps Momoa is good on TV’s Game of Thrones (I haven’t seen it), but here, he simply cannot make Conan the least bit compelling or interesting. Even less interesting is Rachel Nichols, who is stuck in the beautiful damsel in distress role, and does nothing with it other than look pretty. And yes, she is pretty. But shouldn’t there be something more there?

Some will probably say that Conan the Barbarian advances some none too flattering cultural stereotypes – and while that’s true to a certain extent, the film is far too silly to take seriously. It is a violent, incoherent mess.