Between 1977 and 1980 Chic produced some of the most successful and memorable music of the disco era. Their sublime blend of soul, funk and disco took a genre not best remembered for musical innovation and longevity to new heights. This 83-minute concert DVD, recorded in April 1996 at Tokyo’s famed Budokan Stadium, was destined to be the group’s last performance, since sadly co-founder Bernard Edwards died shortly afterward, from rapid-onset pneumonia.
Boasting top-notch sound, if only so-so picture quality and less than stellar live event direction and shot selection, the concert features superb, extended versions of the group’s greatest hits, including “Le Freak,” “Dance, Dance, Dance,” “I Want Your Love” and “Good Times.” All in all, there are nine tunes on Chic: Live at the Budokan, and the group — outfitted in fashions circa 1988 — is joined by Sister
Sledge for stellar performances of that group’s two biggest hits, “He’s the Greatest Dancer” and “We Are Family,” both of which were written
and produced by Chic’s Nile Rodgers and Edwards. Even if “We Are Family” is, for me, forever tainted by its association with the end credits of the dreadful Lethal Weapon IV, it’s a blast to see these musicians try to breathe some fresh energy back into it. Improbably enough, Guns ‘N’ Roses guitarist Slash
also makes a guest appearance, dropping guitar back-up and a monstrous solo jam on five-week chart-topping hit “Le
Freak.” Turns out he and Rodgers are friends… who knew?
Housed in a regular plastic Amray case, Chic: Live at the Budokan comes presented on a region-free disc in full screen, with English language Dolby digital 5.1 and 2.0 stereo audio tracks, the latter of which is not billed on the DVD’s back cover. Bonus materials consist of biographies of Chic, Sister Sledge and Slash, a Chic discography, and brief, minute-long, on-camera introductions and post-concert comments by Rodgers, the latter segment of which is subtitled in Japanese. There are also two article tributes to Bernard Edwards that scroll in slow-play fashion; the first is from Rolling Stone‘s Geoffrey Hines, from June, 1996, and the second is from Bass Player Magazine‘s Chris Jisi, from August, 1996. Finally, there’s a billed “concert commentary” with Rodgers, but it’s not a full-length, discrete audio track. Instead, if this option is selected, the concert cuts back in awkward, break-away fashion to brief song introductions from Rodgers. Sadly, this is all mostly empty fluff, or statistical self-promotion; he doesn’t even give good anecdotal backstory, like how “Le Freak”‘s memorable signature chorus came from being denied admittance to a club, and was actually a stand-in for a sing-song response of “Fuck you!” Kudos for the attempts at added-value material, but if you’re not going to bring some grade-A material, it’s really still just filler. To purchase the DVD via Amazon, click here. B (Concert) C+ (Disc)
As the baby boomer population ages, many adult children are grappling with an unprecedented social, cultural, economic and personal revolution as they transition into the primary caregiver role for their aging parents. When these boomers fully age out, the revolution of this role-reversed phenomenon will only deepen, widen, and grow more pronounced. Even blessed with a long-healthy set of grandparents, I’ve seen firsthand the stressful effects on siblings of having to manage or assist in health care affairs from afar.
Caring for Your Parents is a solidly made, touchy-feely documentary that draws much-needed attention to this universal reality, underscoring both today’s struggle to keep parents at home and manage tensions between siblings, some of whom may live much closer to the needy parties in question. The complexity of shifting caregiver roles is given this intimate look through prima facie interviews with five American families. It’s a difficult subject to approach, but one that certainly merits more discussion. In the end, this two-hour documentary contends that successful caregiving requires only one primary ingredient — love.
Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case, and presented in 16×9 anamorphic widescreen, as a supplemental inclusion the DVD features a 30-minute panel discussion in which filmmaker Michael Kirk sits down with caregiving experts High Delehanty and Elinor Ginzler, co-authors of the book Caring for Your Parents: The Complete Family Guide. There’s also access to the movie’s companion web site, which includes downloadable resources and other helpful information, like a printable booklet (no need to try to get your folks to navigate the web!) to help adult children begin a helpful and comfortable dialogue with their elderly parents about making smart choices regarding their living decisions and long-term health care. B (Movie) B (Disc)
Screen legends Robert De Niro and Al Pacino team up with director Jon
Avnet in Righteous Kill, a thinly sketched, utterly pedestrian cop
thriller that pivots on a very predictable twist ending. An unworthy
vehicle for its stars’ talents, the movie plays like an episodic small
screen crime serial lazily blown up for the big screen.
The film opens with black-and-white footage of a shocking confession to 14
slayings, and then winds its way back an indeterminate amount of time,
introducing Turk (De Niro) and Rooster (Pacino), two veteran New York
City cops. The long-time partners share some sympathies with a
ridiculously named vigilante killer, The Poetry Boy, who’s offing pimps, murderers and
other thugs who otherwise beat the legal system, and leaving calling
cards of rhymed composition at the crime scenes. Turk and Rooster start
investigating drug dealer Marcus “Spider” Smith (rapper 50 Cent, né
Curtis Jackson), but then get pulled into the serial killer case.
A
hard-edged forensic specialist, Karen Corelli (Carla Gugino), helps out
with some crime scene analysis; complicating factors is her
relationship with Turk. Two junior detectives, Perez and Riley (John
Leguizamo and Donnie Wahlberg), are also brought in to work with the
wily veterans. They quickly come to suspect that the killer is a cop —
maybe even Turk, who seems passionately invested in knocking down any theories that the
Poetry Boy has a badge.
Watching Righteous Kill, one feels as if they’ve tripped back in time and landed smack dab in the middle of some anonymous, straight-to-video thriller from the 1980s.
There’s no pop to the pacing, no intrigue or slickness applied to the
homicidal stagings, which are flatly captured in stand-alone form. In
short, there’s no excitement here, or legitimate tension. Instead, director Jon Avnet
and cinematographer Denis Lenoir try to manufacture forward-leaning
energy by occasionally deploying a couple different stylistic gimmicks,
from split-screen psychiatric interviews and point-of-view hand-held
camerawork to flash-forward bits from the aforementioned confession
video. This lack of a codifying visual scheme only underscores the
narrative’s weakness.
The film’s indistinct screenplay, by Russell Gewirtz (Inside Man),
offers up wan banter and righteously thin lead characterizations, which on a certain
level makes its eventual reversals play more smoothly, yet without any
real consequence. The personal relationship between Turk and Karen,
who’s into rough sexual roleplay, is especially baffling in its
cursoriness, and the junior detectives — integral to driving the
investigatory plot, and thus Turk’s increasing agitation — aren’t given
enough front-and-center time.
A few incongruous moments of pop
cultural humor pop up (one of the victims’ surnames is Brady, spawning
a joke about Brady Bunch), but there’s never a sense that these jokes
flow from character, that they’re anything more than a couple
tossed-off bits of generic “color.” The script is perhaps best defined as being beset by missed opportunities and unexploited pay-offs;
the latter is most egregiously true in a violent sequence that feeds
the finale and yet is crucially not referenced by any of the present characters, rendering
it inconsequential and false.
Older but tanner and slimmer than
his counterpart, Pacino plays things more subdued than in many of his
recent films. De Niro, meanwhile, trades in moderately restrained
variations of moves we’ve seen in some of his previous hothead
characters. Even if familiar, there is certainly a residual trace
affection from seeing the two exercise their craft in the same frame,
but Righteous Kill slowly drains that thrill. Just set your TiVo to capture their shared scene in Michael Mann’s Heat instead.
Presented on DVD in 2.35:1 anamorphic widescreen with a Dolby 5.1 surround sound audio mix, Righteous Kill is housed in a regular plastic Amray case with accompanying cardboard slipcover, and benefits from a superb transfer that is free from edge enhancement or blips, and marked by color consistency and deep blacks. A static menu screen gives way to chapter-titled scene selection, and audio options that include a feature-length audio commentary track from Avnet. There’s also a 14-minute making-of featurette that, despite a lack of contributions from Pacino, otherwise exhibits a fairly deep interviewee roster. Producers Randall Emmett, Rob Cowan and Daniel Rosenberg all get face time, as well as Avnet and almost every other actor with more than three speaking lines — including Trilby Glover, and even prankster skateboarder Rob Drydek, who gets maybe five seconds of menacing screen time before he promptly gets popped and plays a corpse the rest of his single scene. (The diminutive Drydek’s appearance in the film — maybe part of some weird street-cred grab amongst suburban teenage Vans-gazers — does prompt the unintentionally hilarious high point of the featurette, though, when Avnet says, “The idea of a skateboarding pimp just felt right.”) It’s also kind of funny when De Niro talks about working with 50 Cent, and jokes that he wants to get him to teach him to rap.
Apart from the original theatrical trailer and previews for three other Overture/Anchor Bay DVD releases, the disc’s only other supplemental feature is a 19-minute mini-documentary, entitled “The Thin Blue Line: An Exploration of Cops and Criminals” and narrated in strangely upbeat fashion, which examines the cultural imperative of swallowed silence in the ranks of police officers. Author Philip Bonifacio and others talk about the psychological effects of investigative police work, and former lieutenant Samuel Clark, who served a 100-day suspension without pay after having the temerity to report a fellow officer who assaulted him, speaks compellingly about the at-odds missions of working to expose crime and corruption, while also policing “insiders” who would seek to do the same against their own fraternity in blue. It’s all interesting, but also a bit scattershot, and too much of a mouthful for such a short running time; stretch it out to 45 minutes to an hour and you have a terrific, PBS-type stand-alone show. To purchase the Righteous Kill DVD via Amazon, click here. D (Movie) C+ (Disc)
Marley & Me retained its hold on the top spot at the box office this past weekend, with an estimated $26.3 million haul, bringing its domestic total since Christmas to $106.7 million, and meaning that Jennifer Anistonprobably drunk-dialed Brad Pitt to talk some shit.
Placing second was Adam Sandler’s Bedtime Stories with $20.5 million ($85.5 million overall); slotting third was The Curious Case of Benjamin Button with $18.7 million ($79.3 million overall); notching fourth was Valkyrie, with $14.1 million ($60.8 million overall); sliding to fifth was Jim Carrey’s Yes Man, with $13.9 million ($79.5 million overall in three weeks); tumbling 23 percent to sixth place was Will Smith’s Seven Pounds, at $10.1 million ($60.1 million overall); placing seventh was the animated flick The Tale of Despereaux, with $6.9 million ($43.7 million overall); finishing in eighth was the Keanu Reeves-starring remake of The Day the Earth Stood Still, with $5.1 million ($74.4 million overall); slotting ninth was Doubt, with $5 million (good for $18.7 million total in still-limited release); and 10th was Slumdog Millionaire, from director Danny Boyle, with $4.7 million ($28.7 million overall).
For those looking for some off-the-beaten-path selections well assayed, over on A Critical Moment, Brad Schreiber has up an interesting Top 10 films of 2008 list that includes the LAFCA-honored Waltz with Bashir, Mister Foe, the French treat The Girl Cut In Two, The Counterfeiters (last year’s winner for Best Foreign Language Film) and Paul Schrader’s Adam Resurrected. For more, click here.
Yonkers Joe is partly a telegraphed drama of familial reconciliation, but also an ode to analog-era gamblers now outdated and overmatched in the age of upscale, digital-surveillance casinos. The title character (Chazz Palminteri) is a gruff East Coast cardsharp who finds his mostly uncluttered life (he has a girlfriend of equally knockabout motivation, Janice, played by Christine Lahti, but seems disinclined to opt for any sort of ordinary domesticity) suddenly complicated by his estranged, mentally challenged namesake son (Tom Guiry). Stricken with emotional and anger problems stemming from his virtual abandonment, Joey is approaching his 21st birthday, and with that milestone a forced decision — not really in his own hands — about his future residence. So with his cohorts and young Joey in tow, Joe the elder heads to Las Vegas, looking to run a loaded-dice craps scam, and score a payday that will allow him to afford posh group-home care for his son. Think of it as a patriarchal Rain Man, with a pinch of to-scale 21.
Distracting coverage problems certainly mar any hope for a smooth setting of scene, and writer-director Robert Celestino repeatedly overplays his hand with inserts that make Joe look considerably less slick than we’re led to believe. The script also doesn’t give Palminteri much to inform his character’s new-fashioned cruelty (he’s not physically abusive, but deems Joey “my sentence”), other than an absentee mother and some major avoidance issues. That leaves some of the film’s father-son drama to be sold in sheer emotive force rather than via persuasive content. But Palminteri and a passel of familiar small screen faces (did Dick Wolf cast this movie?) earn the film slight passing marks, if only mostly because it’s interesting to see old operators have to adapt their schemes for new times. (Magnolia, R, 102 minutes)
Hey, you know what’s great? Getting up early and building your entire day’s schedule around an interview commitment with an actor or director, and then getting hosed, or stood up. In the end, it doesn’t really matter if it’s individually, provably their fault or that of some flak. It all boils down to the same point: the time of famous people is infinitely more valuable than yours, and in these exchanges, you will suffer the whims and fuck-ups of others.