Daily Archives: August 16, 2007

8 Simple Rules: The First Season

It’s of course difficult if not impossible to watch 8 Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage
Daughter
without thinking of John Ritter’s unfortunate death. Taken too
soon, Ritter was one of Hollywood’s
most affable, well-liked stars. The son of legendary country crooner Tex
Ritter, he ascended to stardom in the late 1970s with his Emmy- and Golden
Globe-winning portrayal of randy every-bachelor Jack Tripper in the classic
sitcom Three’s Company. Ritter later
tackled a variety of memorable roles big and small, including turns as a
bumbling dad in the G-rated Problem Child
franchise, a San Francisco cop in
the Steven Bochco-created Hooperman, a
strange, wires-crossed suitor in Buffy
the Vampire Slayer
and a friendly listener in the critically acclaimed
indie flick Sling Blade.

8 Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter and broadcast on ABC from
2002 to 2005, 8 Simple Rules was
created and shepherded through production by veteran television scribe Tracy
Gamble (According to Jim). Small
screen hall-of-famer Ritter plays sportswriter Paul Hennessey, a father who
lives by a set of dictums which basically boil down to one golden law: keep
your hands off teenage daughters Bridget (Kaley Cuoco), the boy-crazy one, and Kerry (Amy Davidson, above right), the moody and artistic one. Ergo
his rules, which basically read as follows: 1) Use your hands on my daughter
and you’ll lose them afterwards, 2) You make her cry, I make you cry, 3) Safe
sex is a myth — anything you try will be hazardous to your health, 4) Bring her
home late, there’s no next date, 5) Only delivery men honk — dates ring the
doorbell, 6) No complaining while you’re waiting for her — if you’re bored,
change my oil, 7) If your pants hang off your hips, I’ll gladly secure them
with my staple gun, and 8) Dates must be in crowded public place — if you want
romance, read a book. Paul’s wife Cate (Katey Sagal) for the most part supports
Paul’s doting interventions, but her recent return to work as a nurse eats up
much of her time, leaving dad to play a more active role, sometimes to his
daughters’ chagrin. Luckily for the already overburdened Paul, there’s youngest
son Rory (Martin Spanjers, above left) on hand, to lend wisecracks and mischief.

The season here spans 28 episodes — a full-order commitment
that showed ABC’s confidence in the series and its star — though it takes a
while to find its footing, tonally. Some episodes incorporate flashback
elements, to help bump up the blink-and-you’ll-miss-them identification with
Paul and Cate with respect to their kids growing up. If the characters themselves are pretty broadly drawn, Ritter’s
charisma and crack comic timing go a long way toward helping establish
something approaching warm and fuzzy invitation
, which is all that most sitcoms
aim for. In fact, many of the more genuine, out-of-left-field laughs on the
show come from moments of sputtering bewilderment from Ritter, one of his
specialties. (For some of Paul’s unwanted lessons in street slang, click here).
Helping the series too is Sagal, who, of course, was nominated for four Golden
Globes for her portrayal of lazy housewife Peggy Bundy on Married… with Children,
a very solidly written solid sitcom that never got the respect it deserved
because it reveled in sneering blue-collar affinities. Here she gets a softer
edge, but a little bit of sardonic edge slips through, in pleasing fashion.
Popping up in single-episode guest starring roles are Terry Bradshaw, Jason
Priestley and Cybill Shepherd.

Housed in a nicely packaged Amray case, 8 Simple Rules is spread out over three discs and presented in
1.78:1 anamorphic widescreen, courtesy of a great-looking transfer with no
problems with edge enhancement or layer-change hiccups. A Dolby digital 5.1
audio mix, meanwhile, playable in either English or French, adequately captures
the series’ front-mixed sound design. Optional English, Spanish and French
subtitles are also available. Somewhat strangely, there’s no sort of memorial
retrospective on Ritter, though there is a nice, 10-minute collection of
bloopers and outtakes
from the 2002 season of the Emmy Award-winning sitcom, in
which lines are flubbed and blame jokingly assigned and diverted. For a clip of some of Ritter’s on-set hijinks, click here.
Meanwhile, to purchase the set via Amazon, click here.
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Chris Gorak Finds Perfect House

I had a 1-on-1 sit-down with Chris Gorak on Tuesday regarding his directorial debut, Right at Your Door, a two-hander of claustrophobic paranoia starring Rory Cochrane and Mary McCormack. Since Gorak’s background in art direction and production design had placed him on plenty of big-budget film sets before, I figured he’d have a unique point-of-view on the difficulties of production, and maybe a leg up on other first-time directors. With that in mind, I asked him if he still had any “oh-shit” moments during production, a cramped 20-day shoot.

Gorak’s answer was telling. It wasn’t the production itself that stressed him out; it was a pre-production wrinkle that kept him on his toes. “There was Rory’s character, Mary’s character, and then
the third main character that I didn’t realize until I was in it was the house.
And so the hardest thing to do was cast the house,” says Gorak. “The script is written and you
cast your actors to it, but how do I cast a house, because I can’t build a
stage set. Usually on a bigger film you’d build a set to fit the story — like, here’s
the hallway, and this is where he’s going to enter. But here I was searching,
combing the hills of Los Angeles
looking for the perfect house with view of downtown, and finding someone who
wanted production at their home
. And then I would go scene by scene if I felt
right, then I would sit there… it was this exhaustive process and we didn’t
lock the house location until two weeks before we were shooting. So that was a
little hairy
.“

The 11th Hour

An Inconvenient Truth boiled down an enormous subject
consisting of frequently hard-to-impart quantitative data, then
producer-narrator Leonardo DiCaprio’s macro-environmental documentary,
The 11th Hour, takes matters a step further, exploring modern society,
the symptoms of our destructive relationships with Earth’s ecosystems
and natural resources
, and what we can do to change course.

The title of this PG-rated film (an ever-so-brief snippet of a baby seal clubbing
earns you that, in case you were wondering) conveys the undeniable
sense of urgency and passion imparted here. Featuring an array of
interviews with a wide variety of thinkers from all sorts of fields — everyone from economists, renowned scientist Stephen Hawking, and
former CIA head James Woolsey, to business leaders, sustainable design
expert Bruce Mau, and former Soviet Prime Minister Mikhail Gorbachev — The 11th Hour is at times a bit pedantic. Streamlined structure isn’t
necessarily its strong spot; while some of the digressive bits are fascinating (the notion that the human
mind “invented” the concept of the future, choosing a path of survival once mitigated, now amplified), others sap the movie’s forward-moving momentum, if only fitfully.

Yet co-directors Leila Conners Petersen and Nadia Conners
systematically reveal as propaganda claims that environmental damage is
merely a myth. They also shrewdly assay how a so-called “consumer
democracy mindset” has rendered us largely ignorant of the basic terms
by which we live in concert with the Earth
and how, without better
caretaking, humans will face the same fate as 99.9999% of all species
to ever inhabit this planet: extinction. As such, The 11th Hour
is an important and engaging film that presents a persuasive case — morally, fiscally, and existentially — for
massive activism and change. For the original capsule review, from CityBeat, click here.

Julie Delpy on Third Before Sequel

At the recent press day for the chatty, loose-limbed relationship dramedy 2 Days in Paris, the subject of multi-hyphenate Julie Delpy’s
two “Before collaborations” with
Richard Linklater and Ethan Hawke came up, and not merely because of her most recent
film’s thematic overlap — namely a mixed-culture couple who may or may not be
right for one another working through some issues in voluble fashion — with
those projects. No, it was because Before
Sunset
was so well received, in fact, that it kicked up some talk of
another possible installment
.

For her part, Delpy isn’t discounting the possibility, but
says that it’s far from a certainty, even in the theoretical realm. “You know,
it depends on if we ever stumble onto the right idea. It took us nine years to
really come up with the right concept for the second film, and we wouldn’t like
to do a crappy third one that will suck, you know?
And we could make a crappy third one, you know? It could happen,” she
says. “But we’d really like to stumble onto the right thing for it. Every time
anything is well received is a surprise for me, especially when I’m involved as
a writer, because I’m so happy — that means I say something that has a little
sense. I’m amazed because, for example, when I was writing Before Sunset, my agent fired me because he thought I was wasting
my time writing a stupid sequel to a movie that would never be made, and even
if it was made it would do nothing for my career
. So you have to have a lot of
faith and belief in yourself to keep on writing when you’re ditched by your
agent, who tells you you’re crazy to write a stupid sequel. But in the end he
called and was like, ‘Why did you leave us?’ I was like, ‘How could you turn it
around?!’ The guy is so in denial over what he did that he’s actually thinking
that I left them.”

A delusional agent? Shocking, I say. Shocking…

The King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters

I’ve already mentioned The King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters, but it’s really worth repeating, the charms of this humorous and involving, to-scale documentary from Seth Gordon. The film centers on family man and middle-school science teacher Steve Wiebe (above right), who’s the
upstart hero of the piece, about the
battle for the Guinness Book of World Records-recognized high score on
Donkey Kong, generally regarded as the most difficult classic arcade
videogame.

Wiebe is a straightforward, earnest guy who bests the long-standing record
for Kong and submits his accomplishment via videotape to a recognized governing body of videogame history and minutiae.
But the old record-holder — a crafty, smirking, self-proclaimed Jedi
Master of gaming turned hot-sauce mogul named Billy Mitchell — doesn’t
plan on going quietly into the night. Protecting his name and record,
he unleashes a fascinating scheme of proxy psychological warfare that
dredges up old grudges between now-adult arcade opponents.

The King of Kong is in equal measure about intrapersonal competition, rivalry
and compulsive obsession
, and it’s for this reason that the project has already been tapped, à la
skateboarding documentary Dogtown and Z-Boys, to be made into a
narrative feature. Though on the surface it sounds wonkish and severely
limited by its subject matter, it’s actually anything but. Director-editor Gordon really knows the value of contrasting and incidental footage (read: letting
characters hang themselves with their own words), and as such The King of Kong
achieves pleasingly squirmy moments of slack-jawed recognition, as well
as some surprisingly affecting beats. The lesson learned, once again?
Life is still high school, just writ large
. For the original capsule review, from CityBeat, click here and scroll down.

Joke of the Day

More thoughts soon on Feast of Love (MGM, September 28), a fairly engaging (and nudity-saturated) kaleidoscopic drama from writer-director Robert Benton about tumbling in and out of romantic affection, but by far the line of the most incidental hilariousness came from a small supporting character, who counsels her roommate thusly: “We all have dreams — I wanna buy new tits and a hybrid.”

Oh, and this is funny, too. So you just got a two-for-one, actually.

7 Dias

U2 for a
show in his hometown of Monterrey. To finance the event, he coerces his
girlfriend Gloria (Martha Higareda) into a scheme in which they place a
bogus $500,000 bet with local mob boss Moro (Dino Garcia) on a soccer
match. They lose, yet are saved by the mobster’s son, Tony (Jaime
Camil), who so loves U2 that he prays to a little statuette of lead singer Bono in
his car. Given a week’s reprieve, Claudio and Tony set out to make
their joint dream come true — creditor oddly helping debtor through a
careening kaleidoscope of sticky business dealings.


Writer-director Fernando Kalife’s 7 Dias rides into the States on a
crest of interest in Mexican cinema
largely affirmed by last year’s
acclaim for Pan’s Labyrinth, Children of Men, and Babel, which
collectively rang up 16 Oscar nominations. It has the advantage of some
rooted specificity: U2 granted the project limited rights and music
licenses, though Kalife originally shot without them, making for some
disconnected scenes. But it is Camil’s colorful performance — part
gruff goomba, part oversized man-child — which gives the movie the
occasional bounce in its step
.

Fatally, though, much action of consequence is constructed around
universally held regard for Claudio’s deceased brother, a character
whom we never glimpse, nor really understand Claudio’s relationship
with. This, combined with Tony’s vibrancy, render Claudio a cipher in
his own story
. The film’s quick-reversal ending, too, is a cheap
gambit
, hardly earned and even less understood. With a lot more visual
flair and some sense of real danger, this could be a
south-of-the-border Guy Ritchie flick, but with heart. As is, it’s a
diverting cultural curio
, pretty much gone from your mind the moment it
ends. To view the review in its original capsule form, from CityBeat, click here and scroll down.

Danny Boyle on English Cinema

As I’ve mentioned previously, I chatted with Danny Boyle a couple months back about Sunshine,
for a feature piece that will now apparently be pegged to its DVD release later this year, but among the other odds and ends that came up in the interview was the notion of expressly
national cinema
, which is to say whether filmmakers have a certain duty or
obligation to their countries of origin to contribute to those cultures, and if
so whether and how Boyle saw himself fitting within those strictures.

“I don’t know whether it’s an obligation,” Boyle says, “but
I personally prefer to work (at home) because I sort of know it, the things
that are important to me, and I can answer the questions. I don’t have to ask
other people to answer them for me
.” Here Boyle explains being able to size up
a person and tell roughly what kind of car they drive, or if he’s wrong about
the guess, then figure out why he’s wrong. In America,
Boyle notes, he’s more frequently baffled and adrift.

“The film industry in Britain
I always describe as occasional, which is really the best way of describing
it,” Boyle continues
. “Because occasionally
we have a decent film, but we get the film industry we deserve — and we don’t
really go to the cinema enough. Why should we have an industry like America
or France?
That’s what everyone always winges (note: I suppose the British equivalent of
whines) about in Britain,
why don’t we have a movie industry like Hollywood?
And you think, because we don’t fucking go! If it’s a sunny day the cinemas are
completely empty because everyone’s at the pub drinking or at the park. There
isn’t that love or fanaticism about film that you get here, and in France
and in India —
you get it there as well. What we’re good at is music.”