Friday estimates for Iron Man, inclusive of its Thursday night sneak preview, come in at $38 million, meaning it’s looking at more than $90 million for the weekend. Seems like a lot of the Grand Theft Auto IV crowd is getting out of the house after all.
Monthly Archives: May 2008
Obama, Clinton and a Positive Vote
Kotori magazine editor-in-chief Wasim Muklashy has weighed in on the battle for the Democratic presidential nomination, and in particular the inherent difference a lot of people feel between a vote for Hillary Clinton and a vote for Barack Obama, with the implication being that he’s cast the former, but now feels a twinge of regret. “I love my country,” Muklashy writes. “Although I hate and abhor
some of the things it has done and continues to do, I do… I love my
country. Yet even more importantly than that, and undoubtedly more
patriotic than simply loving my country, I love what our country still
has the opportunity to be.” That hope, and chance for something different, Muklashy argues, resides in the junior senator from Illinois.
Yes, there’s no doubt that some of the golden sheen of Obama as an avatar of the new has been diminished by the Reverend Jeremiah Wright dust-up. And future issues will further bring Obama down to Earth. Both the reptilian nastiness of general election fear-mongering and the gear shifts of imposing practicality in governance will do that. But Muklashy gets it, what a lot of people — particularly younger voters and those drawn into the process for the first time in a long time, if ever — feel about the double weight of a positive vote. That is to say not just against one candidate, but heartily for another — and the collective, surging sense of societal optimism which that in turn can elicit. Pooh-poohers will continue to deride this as only ephemeral, but there are real-world consequences to taking new roads, and making bold choices, especially when it comes to getting America’s best and brightest again interested in public service over private sector lucre, and invested in politics as a honest, forward-leaning tool for societal betterment, not personal power and gain.
A Critical Moment with Errol Morris
A Critical Moment’s Brad Schreiber, a longtime friend of the site, has beaten me to the punch with his own fleshed-out feature piece on Errol Morris and Standard Operating Procedure, and it’s a good one, don’tcha know. To access it, click here. More on the documentary in the coming week-plus, however.
Chuck Norris Solves Immigration Problem
Wait a second… so Chuck Norris actually has a syndicated column? Like, for reals? And his last-resort, “Texas-tough” immigration solution is really to slap up “deadly force authorized” signs and police the border with armed military personnel who’ve taken their ROE from first-person videogame shooters? Wouldn’t it be more in keeping with the groundbreaking Norris Doctrine of Foot-Fist Judgment (1993) to train said illegals in the ways of the roundhouse and unleash them upon portly drug runners, wife-beaters and then finally Al Qaeda?
Tom Cruise Drops Back-to-Back Oprah Sequels
Set your TiVos (TiVoes?)… or not. Tom Cruise is slated for a double-booking on Oprah Winfrey’s show, set to air Friday and Monday. We all remember how this ended last time, though Cruise reportedly is much more subdued this time around, according to audience members who attended the taping. So he’s there for what — some career rehab, and to celebrate/commemorate the 25th anniversary of Risky Business? Errr… OK, fine. One thing I can tell you is that Cruise’s gloriously profane supporting turn in Tropic Thunder, due out this August, may be his real career-saver. More on that maybe over the weekend.
Jonah Hill Set to Transform?
So Jonah Hill, who broke big in Superbad and recently popped up in Forgetting Sarah Marshall, trading on the same sort of man-crush riff that he worked into Evan Almighty, is allegedly set to join Shia LaBeouf in the sequel to Transformers, according to an “early negotiations” leak sourced to Nicole Sperling at Entertainment Weekly. For the moment Michael Bay is denying casting/character reports, but that’s what you do when something like this breaks, right? Rightly or wrongly, this sentiment is already bubbling to the surface, and I can tell you that this news, if/when true, will likely prove a jump-the-shark moment for Hill, who needs a reinvention… already, at age 24. Transformers 2 certainly won’t give him an opportunity to do anything different (squint and you can already see him — bewildered, sardonic, chubby, rocking the porkpie hat), and when it does the requisite huge business, the Internet haters will crawl out from behind their computers with pitchforks, and convince their more genteel moviegoer friends to turn on this guy as well.
Sienna Miller’s Sexual Preference
Who does Sienna Miller sleep with?
movie of the same name, in which Miller plays a spoiled brat actress as famous for her wild offscreen life as any actual work she’s done — provides some clues. But currently it’s supposedly… Rhys Ifans? Yeah… who’da thunk it?
Errol Morris Talks Standard Operating Procedure
Another feature piece will soon follow, but in advance of that, I thought I’d go ahead and post a straight Q&A session from an interview with Errol Morris about his new film, Standard Operating Procedure, an exploration of the infamous photographs at Abu Ghraib, the soldiers who took them and the decision-making and chain of command that created the environment that made them not just possible but in some ways inevitable. For many, the fire over the war in Iraq — not just its inception, but the almost systematic and shameful bungling of its prosecution — has cooled, but the Oscar-winning documentarian (below) is still fire-poker hot. Talking to him is an intense experience; he gets riled up, and there’s a palpable frustration that comes through with what he feels is America by and large refusing to rise up to even try to meet its ideals. The long conversation is excerpted below.

Question: When I first saw the Abu Ghraib pictures, in one sense I wasn’t terribly surprised, because horrible things happen in war, and of course this administration’s competency has been spotty across the board. In talking to people have you found that attitude dominant?
Errol Morris: I don’t think there was any disagreement over whether these were horrible things. The disagreement, of course, was who ordered them? The photographs became politicized immediately, and people would argue — the left would say one thing, the right would say something else. And it very, very quickly devolved into an argument about rogue soldiers versus administration policy, without anyone ever really bothering to investigate the circumstances under which the photographs were taken. It became political football. I’ve pointed out a couple times my surprise that no one really bothered to investigate the photographs per se. No one had bothered to talk to the people who had taken the photographs, bothered to figure out what had happened in these photographs. Instead people simply argued about them, each assuming that they knew what they were about. And to me that’s the underlying problem. I don’t think you want to get into a discussion about whether bad things happen in war, I don’t think there’s much of an argument. Of course bad things happen in war. We’re talking about pictures and what they mean, and the question of policy.
Q: And yet Americans have always considered themselves above something like torture. Was there a certain sense to you, as you spoke to the people you spoke to, that maybe that line has been irrevocably crossed, that [nobler notions of] what Americans will or won’t do are no longer applicable?
EM: Well, I agree with you, but I feel I have to say one thing to qualify what you just said. When I say that the pictures were politicized, they were politicized for exactly that reason. Do these pictures have something to say about us as a country, the current administration or the military, or are they pictures that say nothing more than these were rogue soldiers with behavior initiated by themselves, no one else, and they have nothing whatsoever to say about us or the war in general? If you’re asking me what I think, I made this entire movie to figure out what I think — what are these photographs showing us, what are they about? …My answer is they have a lot to tell us. I remain shocked. But [one] can look at the photo of the hooded man on the box and say, ‘Rogue soldiers, administration policy, administration policy!’ Well, let’s ask somebody, and actually try to come up with some evidence of what was going on there, other than conjecture of what the photographs represent.
Q: Is it an overstatement to say that the pictures represent, to the public at large, the end of an American innocence about the manner in what this country wages war on behalf of its people?
EM: I would say the beginning of the end, or the end of the end, the two being one and the same in this instance. I think there’s little doubt that the pictures are so deeply shocking because they run counter to what this country is about, or what this country should be about. But oddly enough I think there’s something much worse than the pictures, and bothers me much more, and says to me something about my country and this juncture in history, and that’s the fact that we’re willing to punish a few lowly soldiers and allow all the higher-ups to walk away scot-free. And we have aided and abetted it — not a pleasant thought, but in fact we have — by not looking further than the photographs, as if the photographs was all there was to say about Abu Ghraib.
Abu Ghraib has never been thoroughly investigated. It’s ironic, of course, because there were 13 separate investigation. I was writing this essay for the New York Times last night that will run in a week or so, and I described it like the blind man and the elephant, each of which is given a piece of the elephant to explore and then collectively asked to come up with a conception of the whole, and they fail miserably. It’s very interesting, these investigations into Abu Ghraib, all 13 of them. Taguba looks at the MPs, Fay/Jones looks at the MIs, Schlesinger looks at DOD detainment operations and on and on. Nobody really, really wants to discover anything. It’s almost this investigative filibuster that goes on and on, without resolution. Resolution isn’t the intended result. The intended result is obfuscation. What I find really disappointing is that we don’t see the crimes. At Abu Ghraib, we don’t see the people in the photographs as people, we see them as monsters, and the photographs have stopped us from going further, almost as if we’ve gone into this state of shock, and nothing further is needed. Well, it’s a democracy still, and I still have some residual faith in that democracy, and I believe that part of moving past the stain of Abu Ghraib is confronting what actually happened there. Not scapegoats, but what actually happened.
Q: What was your sense of Janis Karpinski (below, Brigadier General in command of the 800th MP Brigade in Iraq)? She seemed to have a lot of emotion during her interview. What’s your take on her, and her responsibility with respect to Abu Ghraib?

EM: Yeah, she’s pissed off. I have my own view about her. I’m not sure that everybody in my office even agrees with me — in fact, I’m sure they don’t. I was always struck — and in fact it’s in the movie, with Jeff Frost saying that the Red Cross would come, Karpinski would come, and they would clean everything up. And when she left they would go back to whatever it was that they were doing. They were hiding stuff. Karpinski was a reserve soldier, she wasn’t part of the general army, she was a woman and she wasn’t particularly liked by the central staff of the military in Iraq. She had trouble with (Lieutenant General Ricardo) Sanchez and with Wojciechowski, his aide, and she wasn’t in control of anything. Abu Ghraib was, for all intents and p
urposes, an intelligence operation. It was the center of intelligence in Iraq, and the MPs were there as an afterthought. There’s so much information dished out by apologies that it’s hard, I think, in even one viewing of the movie, to see the damn thing, but you learn — and I think this is surprising to many people — that Karpinski was given the job of reconstructing the entire prison system of Iraq. I mean, this is really nuts. The one thing that I believe will be remembered about this war is that we sent a military into Iraq that was untrained, under-equipped, understaffed, to fight a war. Remember that Saddam in the fall of 2002 freed all the prisoners. Immediately the prisons were trashed, much like happened to Baghdad in the aftermath of “shock and awe.” The prison system of Iraq was basically destroyed, there was no prison system. So they have to build another one. The CPA. Abu Ghraib was just one prison in a system of many, many prisons, and it was a prison that had been given to military intelligence. It’s one of my favorite expressions that I learned in doing all of this, that people in the military say, “It’s not my lane.” Well, it wasn’t her lane. It was and it wasn’t. I suppose on paper that it was, but the reality of the situation is that it was very quickly turned into a military intelligence facility, and operated as such.
…When Brent Pack (a special agent with the Criminal Investigations Division, tasked with analyzing the photographs from Abu Ghraib) says that it’s standard operating procedure, that it’s not a violation of the policy that they were given, it’s an expression of it, that in itself is extraordinarily powerful. So I’m going to write more stuff. I’m going to write my essays, if I ever have the time to do it. I wanted to make a movie about the photographs and the people who took [them], and the kind of bizarre misdirection created by the photographs. I wanted to make that movie. There are lots of other movies to make, there are lots of other stories to tell, including those that involve the higher-ups. I think there’s so much anger and frustration about the war that [people] want some kind of superhero to come out of the wings and nail Rumsfeld to the wall, and if I haven’t done it they’re just pissed off, like, “That’s the job, guy! Why are you fucking around with a bunch of pictures?” And it’s because I’m actually fascinated by those pictures, and photography, and I’m fascinated by the fact that there are things in front of our eyes that we can’t see.
Q: So to your mind —
EM: (continuing) There’s all the evidence in place, that’s the question you should ask yourself — how many torture memos would you like to see — three, four? Would you like to see eight or nine? Eleven, maybe 17? I can pick some prime number. How many torture memos does someone have to put in front of you before you start to think that the administration is promulgating torture? What does the public need, what does Congress need at this point? You think that this is some kind of strange aberration? Not everything that happened at Abu Ghraib was directed from the Pentagon or from the White House. Rumfeld never told Chuck Rainer, I believe, to stack prisoners in a pyramid. I don’t think that happened. But all of the policies of sexual humiliation and abuse, all of that stuff doesn’t come from a few rogue soldiers. We know all too well that it comes from higher up, that it was orchestrated.
When Sabrina Harman and Javal Davis (soldiers both prosecuted for participation, sentenced to prison and given bad-conduct discharges) talk about walking in …and seeing prisoners shackled in cells in distress positions… with underwear or women’s panties on their heads — these soldiers didn’t create that, they walked in on it. And what are they supposed to do? I love people sort of temporizing with these guys. It actually does piss me off. You have this picture of Sabrina smiling with her thumb up over the corpse of (Manadel) Al-Jamadi. …No one says, “I wonder how the guy got to be a corpse?” Well, we’ll blame her because she’s in the picture. “I don’t like that fucked-up smile on your face. Wipe that smile off your face! You killed him, didn’t you? And you’re smirking and enjoying the fact that you did it.” Well, she’s taking a picture that exposes the U.S. Military, she had nothing whatsoever to do with the murder, and the people who committed the murder have never been charged or prosecuted and we the public don’t care because we’re happy just looking at a photograph and being outraged by it, without any desire to know further.
Q: You talk about the misdirection created by the photographs, but speaking in the broader sense, to your mind is there a correlation between the increasingly technological world in which we live in and a sort of emotional distance or deadening in the public?
EM: I don’t know. My first inclination, whenever I hear questions like that, is to think about people who find a causal connection between television and violence. I like to remind people, of course, that the Holocaust occurred before the advent of television, so I don’t believe that TV can be implicated. People have always been violent, they haven’t needed technology. But technology does give it a new twist. This story, of course, we know would never exist without digital photography and technology, which I think is a good thing. I’m actually a great believer in technology. The photographs would never have been distributed around the world the way in which they were. You know that Sabrina burned a CD shortly after the death of Al-Jamadi, and she was sent back to the U.S. on leave. She tried to show the photographs to someone at CNN, who didn’t really want to look at them, she got back to Iraq, and when the photographs were given over to CID, the Army started panicking and sent police officers to her girlfriend’s house in Virginia to try to recover the photographs, which seems so naïve in this current world because… now there no prints, there are CRT screens, and LED screens and LCD screens. A photograph can be sent a hundred million places with a click.
Q: And it’s worth a thousand words, or more. So are the pictures of Lynndie England (below) ultimately more destructive as a tool of propaganda against America, or for the psychological barriers that they may cause us to erect, to avoid confronting these issues that go beyond just the photos?

EM: Interesting — the scariest thing about pictures to me is
that they can be used to reveal and to hide. They can make you think
you know things that you don’t know, they can certainly show you things
that you cannot have seen otherwise. Part of it is that I think we need
to be aware of how images work, and how they can be used for and
against us. But if you ask me the wide dissemination of knowledge is a
good thing, I think it is inherently a good thing. I’m a populist,
actually, I think by inclination. I would often say when I was making
this movie that I don’t know, really, whether Americans care about
torture. I care about it, but I don’t know whether people care in the
sense that they tell themselves it’s an implacable foe, a ruthless
enemy, and you have to do what you have to do to win the war. I think
you can argue endlessly about the question of torture, but one thing
that America still stands for is the idea of a level playing field for
the little guy — that there is not absolute equality, but something that
pays lip service to equality. And here is a story where the little guys
took the fall and the big guys just ran for cover, and we all bought
into it in a certain way. And I keep trotting out my theory — and I
know my co-writer on my book, Phillip Gourevitch, does not necessarily agree with me —
that Bush won in 2004 because of the “bad apples.” I think scapegoats
are very powerful. Why wouldn’t you like such a thing? Here you had the
perfect set of scapegoats and in the end he could simply say, “The war
is going south, the insurgency is growing, but blame only these guys.”
Q: In 1998, I believe, The Siege that had images in it that could be from Abu Ghraib — a naked
prisoner with a black hood over his head being tortured about a
potential terrorist plot. This is three years before September 11, so
if some Hollywood screenwriter could imagine it back then why are we really so
surprised that it’s part of the American character?
EM: Because we’d
like it not to be. We don’t like it in our face, we like to pretend
otherwise. In the same sense, I can understand why the administration
would like to pretend that they’re following the Geneva Conventions,
even though they’re not. I’m not a fan of conspiracy theories in life,
I’m a great fan of self-deception as an explanation for much of human
behavior. I think the sad thing about the human mind is that we can
convince ourselves very easily of our own rectitude. We can convince
ourselves we’re doing the right thing, we can deny things that are in
front of our very eyes. That to me is somewhat appalling and
frightening.
Q: Are you surprised that the film’s dramatizations of torture, or enhanced interrogation techniques, have drawn some criticism, and generated controversy?
EM: I’ve done the dramatizations, for better or
worse, in almost every single movie I’ve ever made, and am I surprised
that now people are paying attention to them? I mean, there was a Yewen
cry when I made The Thin Blue Line about so-called reenactments. I have
no problem with them, obviously. You’re telling people that photographs
really don’t show us the world, they de-contextualize things, they
allow us to read into them, to imagine things about them that might not
be true. Part of the idea — and maybe the central idea of the movie,
something that’s still on my mind, by the way — was what if you could walk into a photograph and its [complete] history? Nicholson Baker has just written this revised history of the period between the wars, and the advent of World War II, with his radically reinvented
version of Churchill, the anti-Martin Gilbert version of Churchill, and
it’s really, really interesting and worth reading. He does something
that interests me — he seizes on little details which he attends to,
and then puts them together in a historical collage. History is always
written from the outside in, and I wanted to take these very specific
moments and bring them to life and explore what was the inner world and
thinking around them. And the re-enactments help me to take an audience
into that moment of photography.
Fine Dead Girls
Fine Dead Girls, a 2002 Croatian import from co-writer and director Dalibor Matanić just now making its Stateside DVD debut, comes touted in press notes as one
of the best movies from its homeland of the past decade, but the fact that it garnered much
attention due to its allegedly “controversial and provocative themes” sounded a certain warning bell in my head. Would this be just another case of awkwardly foregrounded “issues cinema” masquerading as higher art? No, thankfully, it turns out. Fine Dead Girls is a stunning, fascinating work — deserving of all the accolades it’s rung up, and also a much wider audience.
The feature debut of Croatian national Matanić, who studied directing at the Academy of Dramatic Arts in his home country and earned an MFA in filmmaking at New York University, Fine Dead Girls centers on Iva (Olga Pakalovic, delivering an amazing performance) and Marija
(Nina Violic), a lesbian couple who together rent a small apartment in a seemingly quiet
building in the run-down town of Zagreb. What initially appears to be safe love haven
quickly turns into a nightmare, however, steeped in bizarre supporting characters that one can imagine David Lynch appreciating. Behind every door is a depraved or wounded neighbor with their own not-so-private story of
suffering and betrayal — a vivid echo of Croatia’s recent past as the
country slowly emerges from years of ethnic violence and bigotry during the Balkan
war.
At first, landlady Olga (Inge Appelt) seems to be pleasant enough, but she quickly proves to be a narrow-minded gossip, and then even more detestable. There’s also an old man (Ivica Vidovic) who may or may not have recently murdered his wife (which is what Olga suspects), but now still lives in secret with her decaying corpse. Slightly more adjusted is prostitute Lidija (Iadranka Dokic), who blithely turns tricks for money and store credit alike, except when it’s her “week off” (read: her period). Lidjia’s customers include Olga’s sneering, hotheaded son Daniel (Kresimir Mikic), who develops an increasingly aggressive crush on Iva. About the only residents not outwardly broken or grotesque are the kindly, mentally handicapped Ivica (Ianko Rakos), the son of a doctor, and Olga’s live-and-let-live husband, Blaz (Milan Strljic), who is forever trying to soothe her tempestuous impulses.
The performances here are almost uniformly strong, but none more so than Pakalovic, whose plaintive face and mournful, swallowed silences — she knows of everything cruel in the world, but doesn’t rage against it like Marija — speak quiet volumes about the state of Croatia’s collective national psychology. Co-written by Matanić and Mate Matisic, Fine Dead Girls trades partially in allegory — especially with respect to supporting plot strands involving an abused wife and an apartment abortionist — yet it never relinquishes its grip on contemporariness, its feeling of being very much a product of and commentary upon its place and time. Matanić achieves this, in measure, by using a framing device that immediately puts an intriguing distance of around five years between the beginning of the film and most of the events herein. He also spikes his narrative with different tones — a pinch of urban horror, some mystery, some dark comedy — that keep one leaning forward, and guessing as to the direction the movie is taking. It all finally builds to a shattering climax, before some of the pieces are put back together again, leaving one hurt but hopeful.
Housed in a regular Amray case with a deep-set tray and snap button, to better ensure no in-case slippage, Fine Dead Girls is presented as part of First Run Features’ “Global Lens Collection,” and that colors the nature of its scant supplemental inclusions. In addition to a more generalized “Global Lens” trailer, there are biographies and descriptive capsules on other specific releases, as well as copious Global Film Initiative notes and a historical background of Croatia, available on DVD-ROM. This wealth of information is good in providing some bit of worldly context for potentially land-locked, far-flung viewers, but this is such a fascinating little movie that one is left really wanting at the very least some interview material with its writer-director and arresting lead actress. To purchase the movie via Amazon, click here. A- (Movie) C+ (Disc)
John Martyn: The Man Upstairs
Scottish-born folk-blues artist John Martyn is a weird dude. If the musical stylings and personalities of Richard Thompson, Bert Jansch, John Mayer and Donald Gibb — yeah, that guy from Revenge of the Nerds — were somehow all rolled into one, that might best describe the acoustic-based noodlings of this shaggy-haired troubadour. And that’s not necessarily a compliment, alas.
This 1978 concert DVD, shot from the German leg of a partial European tour, captures Martyn performing a dozen of his tunes, from classic cuts from previous albums (“May You Never,” “Singin’ in the Rain,” “One Day Without You”) to an ample serving of at the time new-ish material (“Big Muff,” “Small Hours,” “Certain Surprise” and “Couldn’t Love You More”). As a singer and performer, Martyn seems to often purposefully muddy up his tone and delivery, trying to obscure lyrics and just skate by on the grumbly, rumbly essence of his feeeeling, along with a backslap delivery. As a songwriter, he doesn’t come across as much better here, unfortunately. Simple, repetitive couplets become grating on songs like “Bless the Weather” and “Certain Surprise,” and more interesting tunes — like “Solid Air,” penned for good friend and fellow singer Nick Drake — come across as not fully complete. Ergo, Martyn suffers the unfortunate distinction of being a lot less interesting than many of the singer-songwriters he no doubt helped inspire. He also seems a bit of a boob, or at least conforming to the stereotypes of the ugly American — swilling beer and belching during several rounds of seemingly endless between-song tuning, and introducing the effects-laden “Big Muff” as being “co-written with a nasty little negro person,” which draws a single but pronounced and uncomfortable howl of approval from the audience. Well then… how lovely.
Presented in a clear Amray case with a double-sided color sleeve, The Man Upstairs doesn’t include any on-disc supplemental features, like interview clips or behind-the-scenes footage. Its technical presentation is superb, however. Though full screen, the region-free disc offers crystal clear sound, and a quite solid video transfer, especially considering the title’s age. There are no problems with grain or other artifacts, as there frequently are with such catalogue releases. There is also an eight-page color booklet with a superb essay by John Hillarby, which gives a decades-spanning overview of Martyn’s career (he’s got another album in the works, tentatively titled Willing to Work) and also touches on the inspiration for some of his songs. To purchase the disc via Amazon, click here; to visit John Martyn’s official web site, meanwhile, click here. D+ (Concert) C (Disc)
Tropic Thunder, FYI
I’ll be catching a long-lead screening of Tropic Thunder tonight, so check back in the coming days for some advance thoughts. The review for this week’s Iron Man, meanwhile, is available here.
Son of Rambow
After a protracted rights hang-up that saw its release delayed more than a year from its Sundance 2007 bow — until after the recent Rambo sequel — the canted coming-of-age comedy Son of Rambow [sic] finally hits theaters this week. Set in small town Great Britain in the 1980s, the movie centers on floppy-armed, pint-sized pre-teen Will (Bill Milner, below right), a fatherless member of a puritanical religious sect in which recorded entertainment is strictly forbidden. When Will sees a pirated copy of First Blood, though, his imagination explodes in sugar-rush fashion. At first blackmailed by rascally ne’er-do-well Lee Carter (Will Poulter, below left) into helping him out on a stunt reel, Will convinces his new pal they should make their own action epic. When disenchanted French exchange student Didier (Jules Sitruk) catches wind and demands a part, suddenly everyone wants in on Will and Lee Carter’s film.

Written and directed by Garth Jennings (The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the
Galaxy), Son of Rambow exudes a handcrafted feel, and is at its best
when seducing us with its
madcap, visually inventive style. Will and Lee Carter are “types,” though, and their relationship runs a bit hot-cold; I wished the movie showed more of them actually bickering and working things out. I was also really intrigued and amused by Didier, and the notion — introduced in a throwaway bit late in the movie — that he
was a bit of a poseur, which is to say alien-cool to the Brits, but a dork to all the rest of the French kids. Jennings unfortunately wastes the rich comic potential of this premise. Finally, the movie too is more than a a bit unrealistic with regards to Will’s mother’s sudden slide away from the hermetic existence which they’ve been leading; that just doesn’t pass the smell test. In fact, less is more; Son of Rambow doesn’t earn or need the tearful scene of familial reconciliation, centering around the return of a watch belonging to Will’s late father. This is a extra-familial story, about finding acceptance and brotherhood outside of conventional structures.
Still, the two lead performances here — one salty, one sweet — give this movie lift. The gangly Milner in particular is unforcedly charming, and physically sort of a live-action version of Fievel Mouskewitz, from 1986’s An American Tail. Son of Rambow has an undeniable pinch of that same comic-tinged nostalgia that makes 1983’s A Christmas Story the de rigueur holiday viewing for all the alt-cool Christian families out there. For a condensed version of this review, as originally published in CityBeat, click here. (Paramount Vantage, PG-13, 96 minutes)
Lesbos Islanders Dispute Gay Name… In Court
So weight-of-a-word campaigners on the Greek island of Lesbos are going to court to try to stop a gay organization from using the term “lesbian,” asserting that the use and dominance of the word in its sexual context violates the human rights of the 100,000 residents of the island, and disgraces them around the world. Having I guess just now figured out that homosexuality wasn’t a fad, lawsuit proponents view this as the first step in an international fight against the word. In related news, I also wonder who will file a libel and/or defamation lawsuit on behalf of the word “niggardly”?
Kung Fu Panda Videogame Demo Goes Live
Starting today, gamers can become the ultimate Kung Fu Master as Activision releases the Kung Fu Panda videogame demo on the Xbox Live Marketplace for the Xbox 360. Based on the upcoming animated feature film from DreamWorks/Paramount, the videogame demo features a full, multi-stage level in which players can experience a taste of the game’s touted “kung fu awesomeness and bodacious humor.” Players will assume the role of Po the Panda, and those who beat the demo will receive an exclusive cheat code for the full game allowing them to unlock new playable characters in multi-player mode. For more information, click here, and/or visit Activision’s site by clicking here.