Daily Archives: August 31, 2007

More Thoughts on Balls of Fury

In all the ways that movies are mis-marketed… errr, slyly peddled, one of the more curious disconnects in recent memory between elicited expectation and finished product has to be found in the new ping pong comedy Balls of Fury. Its title is vaguely juvenile (“Huh huh, he said balls…”), with an evocation of theatrical rage that stands as none-too-coincidental counterpoint to the recent hit Blades of Glory. If grandeur and achievement are part of sports, after all, so too are the flipside emotions — such as disappointment and anger — of presumed defeat.

So the movie looks, on the surface, to be another down-market tale of alpha male behavior on the fringe, with wildly colorful characters and plenty of slapstick situations. Yet overall Balls of Fury plays things surprisingly straight; it’s a rather shockingly low-energy treatment of such a colorful, willfully silly concept. Despite its advertising campaign (with shots of a weeping little girl punching a guy in the groin in heavy rotation), it really isn’t a comedy of rote physical debasement. But neither is the movie wholeheartedly about the competition at the core of its story, in a manner that would (potentially) allow it to blossom as a satire of muscle-bound sports flicks. No, instead, it’s not feelings of outrage that the movie most summons forth… just deep sighs of puzzled indifference. For the full review, from FilmStew, click here.

Also, while this holiday weekend looks to be a box office battle between Rob Zombie’s Halloween, Saw director James Wan’s Death Sentence and Balls of Fury, as well as an extra serving for big-budget holdovers, there are plenty of other, smaller, better films still at cineplexes that would love the vote of confidence that your dollars confer upon them. Narrated by Leonardo DiCaprio, The 11th Hour is an important movie, definitively showing how the Earth is giving off symptoms of an infected organism, and how just unnatural many of our natural disasters and current weather patterns really are. I can’t recommend it highly enough.

Meanwhile, Justin Theroux’s pleasantly barbed Dedication is still in limited release, I know, but Jeffrey Blitz’s Rocket Science is a great, skewed coming-of-age tale, and the documentary The King of Kong is deliciously fun — a reminder that high school’s shadow never completely disappears, it just stretches longer. Oh, and 3:10 to Yuma sneaks on Saturday night, I believe, in advance of its September 7 bow. All are definitely worth checking out.

Fracture


A solid cinematic chess match with legal thriller
trappings
, Fracture centers around Ted Crawford (Anthony Hopkins), a well-to-do man who
kills his
cheating wife, and readily admits it to the responding police officer.
Crawford
has his eyes on a bigger game, though, and mitigating circumstances,
including
the lack of a matching weapon, give him several important trump cards
when he decides to represent himself in court against hotshot Los
Angeles
assistant district attorney Willy Beachum (Ryan Gosling, below left).

Rosamund Pike, above right) will be his immediate supervisor. Because of this and other factors, Willy underestimates Crawford, and gets sucked into a tangled circus trial that lets a man he knows is guilty walk free.

A very well made genre picture full of smartly modulated
friction
, Fracture is predicated
on a few significant leaps in believability, certainly (a murder case going to
trial in under two weeks, for one), but director Gregory Hoblit (Primal Fear) knows his way
around the criminal justice system. Hopkins,
of course, is reliably steady, even if he’s just essentially tossing off a minor chord variation on Hannibal Lecter here. Gosling, meanwhile, gives a great, engrossing
performance as the slick, narcissistic Willy — a blithe egotist who finds his golden touch evaporating before his eyes
. When he comes under
fire and suddenly finds an embarrassing blight on his near-perfect record, it
ignites in him a deep competitive instinct that Fracture, quite agreeably, never pawns off on a
reawakened idealism. Not so deep down, Willy’s a bit of a self-centered jerk, you see, but never less
than fascinatingly watchable.

Presented separately in either full-screen or anamorphic widescreen versions, Fracture comes housed in a regular Amray case with a promotional insert, and features a nice transfer and an animated menu screen that plays up the slickness of the film’s flawless design work. Apart from the theatrical trailer, the only bonus feature is a 34-minute collection of seven deleted or extended scenes. Actually, that tally is a bit misleading, since two of those bits are alternate endings (in convening for re-shoots, the filmmakers picked the right one) that run around 12 minutes apiece. An alternate opening provides an amusing introduction to Willy’s character, with him getting stuck in his apartment due to his landlady’s shabby parking job. But the joint highlight and disappointment has to come in the form of two included love scenes (slightly different edits), which showcase Pike… but only in a tasteful negligee, sorry. Interview inclusions from Gosling or at the very least Hoblit would have really given this disc extra value. As is, it’s a great movie with a bit less swagger than it should have on DVD. B+ (Movie) B- (Disc)

Teabagger Vance, Anyone?


Hey, I just thought of something: if there’s any imagination left in the adult industry at all, there really should be a porn flick called The Legend of Teabagger Vance, right? I mean, I know it’s a dated reference by today’s standards, but still, if ever a legit title were perfectly suited to filthy send-up…

UPDATE, 9/1: Ahh, this sucks. I queried a friend in a position to know and he responded thusly: “This is strange, because I literally just this morning read a thing online that listed that as one of the WORST porn titles in history, but now I can’t find proof anywhere that it actually exists.” For now, the mystery continues…

Good Luck Chuck Is Pissing Me Off…

The deluge of Good Luck Chuck posters need to stop. Like, seriously. First there were the separate teaser posters, then there was the bizarre John Lennon-Yoko Ono air-quote parody poster, which was I believe was crafted by a 12-year-old part of a Photoshopping outreach exercise in an eastern Kentucky juvenile delinquent facility. Now there’s this poster, below, another stitched-together conceptual reimagining of the film’s narrative — and this one pitched a bit more toward the ladies.

The Heartbreak Kid (Paramount, October 5), and out here at the Laugh Factory on Sunset Boulevard — where a giant promotional spread covers half the eastern side of the building — as well as at various bus stops near me, new one-sheets make one more desperate, last-ditch effort to position Good Luck Chuck as a descendant to There’s Something About Mary. I can’t find the art online with a quick, cursory search, but these posters have Jessica Alba in a billowing dress — a cross between Marilyn Monroe in The Seven Year Itch and Cameron Diaz’s flirty, forward-leaning look for the aforementioned film — and Dane Cook standing off to the left side. If someone has a screen cap or photo, send me a link. Otherwise, I’m going to try to go break into LionsGate’s Santa Monica offices and steal all their key art for the film…

An Aerial View of Halloween Series

To further whet the appetites of horror fans for this week’s release of Rob Zombie’s Halloween, FilmStew has up an excellent overview of the entire Halloween series by Telly Davidson, author of the legitimately groovy TV’s Grooviest Variety Shows of the ’60s and ’70s, which we’ve mentioned here before. I should have more on the film, meanwhile, over the weekend and/or on Monday. Because, you know, that’s how I honor the working man…