Daily Archives: June 15, 2007

Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer

Just as Jaws remade the modern blockbuster and kick-started
an era of imitators who frequently tried to cop its moves via a
misapplication of its lessons, so too has the overwhelming commercial
success and (only recently mitigated) critical embrace
of the Spider-Man and X-Men films changed both the way that cinematic comic book adaptations are shepherded to the big screen and taken in by audiences.
In the summer of 2005, Fantastic Four
debuted to $56 million
, en route to a $154 million tally domestically.
It was mostly reamed by critics, however, rightly derided as simple-minded,
bland and lacking in its execution. Fan-boys, meanwhile, as is their wont, nit-picked the movie
to death
, carping over everything from the casting and costumes to its
storyline and effects work. When everyone finally pushed away from the
table, the result was a theatrical haul of more than $330 worldwide.
Still, there didn’t seem to be much happiness about the final product,
either amongst cast or audiences. Fantastic Four was an almost anonymous, flavorless hit, like Lara Croft: Tomb Raider or Van Helsing, each of which pulled comparable box office numbers.

A lot is riding on Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer,
then. And so it’s no coincidence that the sequel sort of circles the
narrative wagon
, plays up some of the same thematic elements that the
character of Spider-Man has grappled with (a superhero’s place in the
world, trying to find some sense of normalcy in one’s private life),
and goes to painstaking lengths to plumb a tale that not just sets up
another installment but in fact actively flows to a third film.

Leaner than its predecessor, almost too much so, and also, to much derisive gossip, rated PG to the original’s
PG-13, Rise of the Silver Surfer will suffer the slings and
arrows of not being perceived as hip enough to qualify as a truly
“good” or substantial comic book film
. And is there some truth to that?
Possibly, though I read precisely two Fantastic Four comics as
a kid, remember very little about them, and therefore feel no
duty-bound sense of outraged betrayal over any alleged pillaging or
besmirching of the source material.

It is true that Rise of the Silver Surfer is a relatively
streamlined movie of primary colors and emotions, and unmuddled motivations
. It’s flip, and light of foot. But
every adolescent generation needs those sorts of pictures, right? And whereas the
first Fantastic Four didn’t really succeed in establishing a
compelling backdrop of heightened (or, on the other hand, hyper-)
reality, this iteration feels a lot more comfortable in its skin. Even
if that skin is of a children’s size. For the full review, from FilmStew, click here. For an interview with co-screenwriter Don Payne, meanwhile, click here.

Casting About

Casting About, billed as both an
exploration of the casting process and a celebration of the demanding craft of acting
— hopes that unfortunately remained unmet, or even really approached. In late
2000, Hershey set out to cast actresses for a dramatic film that he had
co-written and intended to direct. The plan was to incorporate some of the
casting footage into the fiction film, an idea having arisen from Hershey’s
first experience with casting at film school more than 20 years earlier. After
reviewing the more than 70 hours of tapes, a decision was then made to shape
this rich material into a film of its own. Casting
About
was thus born.

Consisting of the audition footage of over 180 actresses reading
for three roles in a dramatic film, the movie includes tape from sessions held
in Berlin, Boston, Chicago, London and Los Angeles, weaving together actor
interviews, monologues and a bit of scene work to create an impressionistic collage
of the casting experience — a bit too impressionistic, really
. To the layperson, acting is a beautiful mystery, and the serial
rejection of the audition cattle call process even more baffling. That, if
anything, is what would draw a non-actor to this movie. Yet the latter isn’t at
all addressed, and the moments of hard-cut, snapped-to invention and creativity
— think of what made Naomi Watts’ audition scene in Mulholland Drive so memorable — are few and far between.

To be even blunter, Casting
About
is boring and pedantic
. There are a few moments of heartbreak and
intrigue — moments that make you realize, in case one had doubts — just how
much talent there is out there. And a few recognizable faces pop up, including
Mädchen Amick and Alexandra Holden, in a superb scene. But there’s also a lot of awful performance
butchering from heavily accented Eastern European gals
(another montage of purposeful
accents is downright painful), and the movie opens with a wordless,
two-minute-and-40-second introduction, tipping its hand at just how portentous a
work it is, even at 85 minutes. The title of Casting About, then, is dispiritingly on point; more pruning and a
sharper focus is needed
. No matter how familiar one is with the texts herein — including
monologues from warhorses like Anton Chekhov, and the work of renowned
contemporary playwrights such as Eric Bogosian, David Hare, Richard LaGravenese,
Susan Miller, Keith Reddin and Alfred Uhry — the crux of the movie should be in
the actresses themselves, and what drives and informs them. Hershey (The Empty Mirror) doesn’t bring that
into focus with any sort of greater authorial touch, preferring instead to
remain an uncommitted voyeur in the name of “art.” (Kino International, unrated,
85 minutes)

The Bolero/In Search of Cézanne

One of the benefits of the DVD format is undeniably the
grouping of what might be termed minor chord work
, thus allowing for more full-fledged
experimentation without feeling like one is getting ripped off. Certainly this
is true of the new disc from distributor First Run Features which brings together two
portraits of artists from underappreciated dabbler Allan Miller, one of
America’s
foremost documentary chroniclers of classical music
. Winner of a short-form
Academy Award, 1973’s The Bolero offers
up an intimate portrait of Los Angeles Philharmonic conductor Zubin Mehta at
work, while In Search of Cézanne asks
how much knowledge is necessary to justify one’s artistic likes and dislikes.

One of the most honored films of its kind, The Bolero captures the essence of an
orchestra, trading in a style that regional documentarians like Raul Abellanio
would later adapt to chronicle the simple, workaday rituals of migrant farmhands
.
In over-the-shoulder fashion, producer Miller (Small Wonders, From Mao To
Mozart: Isaac Stern in China
) and co-director William Fertik focus on Mehta
as he prepares to conduct the Los Angeles Philharmonic in a stellar performance
of Ravel’s classic, titular composition. Viewers are given insights into the
music, the workings of a great orchestra, and leadership style and teamwork,
all by observing a world renowned conductor in rehearsal and performance. Running
just over 25 minutes, the movie explores new ways to keep music in the
foreground, chiefly trading in extreme close-ups that give new contact with
each performer and their music. The
Bolero
introduces each musician and instrument as a distinct personality
rather than an anonymous member of an anonymous group and in doing so helps feed
viewers’ understanding of music as an organic, collaborative and symbiotic undertaking.
By smartly saving shots of Mehta for the end, the film delays its climax to match
that of Ravel’s passionate score.

In Search of Cézanne
is an exploration of the life and legacy of 19th century French painter Paul
Cézanne, as seen through the eyes of a young female documentary filmmaker who
is just discovering his work. Traveling from New York
to Paris and to Cézanne’s hometown
in the south of France, meeting scholars and family of Cézanne at each stop,
her journey is a satisfying inquiry into artistic expression and its
appreciation. In the progress of this search, the film interweaves over 45 of
Cézanne’s paintings, photographed with careful attention to color and detail.

Housed in a regular Amray case in a snap-hinge tray, The Bolero/In Search of Cézanne is
presented in full-screen, and runs in aggregate under an hour. A brief text biography
of Miller, notes on the films and trailers are the only air-quote supplemental
extras. A chat with the man himself or a more comprehensive mini-doc would certainly have been a welcome
inclusion, but it doesn’t sully this release. For more information, phone (800) 229-8575, or to purchase the title via Amazon, simply click here. B- (Movies) C+ (Disc)

Noah’s Arc: The Second Season

A half-hour soap dramedy from gay cable net Logo revolving
around a quartet of gym-sculpted, homosexual, African-American West
Hollywoodites, Noah’s Arc isn’t necessarily
in what one might characterize my diversionary entertainment wheelhouse
. That’s
OK, though. Downplaying the “bitch factor” that still plagues gay characters on
many mainstream, regular broadcast “straight” shows, Noah’s Arc charts the personal and professional lives of its
regulars with aplomb and style.

Per its official Logo web site,
Noah’s Arc centers on its titular
protagonist (Darryl Stephens), a struggling screenwriter who believes he’s
finally found lasting love in a relationship with a newly out man, Wade (Jensen
Atwood). Noah’s hopeless romanticism is put to the test by his friends Alex
(Rodney Chester), Ricky (Christian Vincent) and Chance (Douglas Spearman), all
of whom constantly remind him of the pitfalls of getting involved with a gay
newbie. Nevertheless, Noah is determined to try to make it work, no matter the
cost.

Loud, opinionated and unfailingly loyal, Alex is an HIV/AIDS
educator and the de-facto matriarch of the group — involved in a seemingly
happy, seven-year relationship with registered nurse Trey (Gregory Keith).
Shaven-headed college professor Chance seemingly has a similarly rooted
personal life — a prim and proper relationship relatively new boyfriend Eddie
(Jonathan Julian) and a step-daughter to boot. Ricky, meanwhile, pines after
Junito (Wilson Cruz).

Noah’s Arc is
briskly paced, and packs most of its tension, fun and punch in the
juxtaposition and clash of its characters’ varying opinions
, and how these
attitudes are tested through romantic temptation and other trials and
tribulations. The most conservative and supposedly rational of the group,
Chance always has an intellectual explanation for everything. But after getting
the family he’s always wanted in one-stop-shopping fashion, can he handle the
pressures of domestic bliss? And how will he cope if the fairytale he’s dreamed
of turns out to be more like a nightmare? Alex, meanwhile, copes with jealousy
and suspicion, particularly when Trey starts trying to spice up their
stagnating sex life with some role playing and new ideas. There are other macro
plotlines, but some of these feel like a stretch. Noah’s Arc is best when just sticking to the more inherently
relatable struggles of its well-sketched main quartet. From new boyfriends to
strained friendships to career changes, these men persevere and live their
lives with grace and wit.

Spread out over three discs and housed in a sturdy cardboard
slipcover, this attractively packaged set contains all eight of Noah’s
Arc
’s second season episodes, as well as a nice complement of supplemental extras
.
Special short digisodes with optional commentary and episodically grouped
deleted scenes stud the first two discs, while cast interviews, behind-the-scenes
featurettes, special photo galleries and a brief blooper reel round out the
collection. There’s also an Easter egg for a calendar shoot several of the
characters took part in, accessible by toggling up on the main menu screen of
the third disc. For more information, visit the show’s web site by clicking here. B (Show) A- (Discs)