Monthly Archives: April 2010

A Nightmare on Elm Street

For a moment, I thought about staying up for 72 consecutive hours after seeing A Nightmare on Elm Street, in an effort to see if sleep deprivation increased my admiration for its bleary-eyed performances, or otherwise gave the movie any shading and nuance not heretofore detected. Such an exercise in “method reviewing,” however, would be more comparative analysis than director Samuel Bayer’s reboot of Wes Craven’s 1984 horror film deserves.

Despite hewing closely to the original in some of its set piece deaths, one’s familiarity with that horror genre touchstone is hardly a necessity. As with most movies of its ilk, the storyline here centers around a group of kids stalked by a ghastly figure, in this case the burned, dream-world presence of Freddy Krueger (Jackie Earle Haley), an old elementary school groundskeeper about whom the small burgh’s other adults have been harboring an old secret. Once the babe and the only guy whose jerky-surly demeanor seems capable of infusing some personality into the proceedings (Katie Cassidy, above, and Thomas Dekker, respectively) are dispatched, that leaves audiences stuck with high school drabs Nancy (Rooney Mara, younger sister of Kate Mara) and Quentin (Kyle Gallner), as they try to unravel the mystery of why they’re suddenly being dream-stalked by the same menacing figure.

There’s a bit of an expanded backstory for Krueger here, but not much in Wesley Strick and Eric Heisserer’s screenplay to make one feel anything very deeply. The introduced notion of “micro-naps” (a sort of auto-sleep function of the human brain that kicks in after two-plus days without sleep, and results in auditory and visual hallucinations) provides a ready-made template for some interesting narrative hiccups and head feints about how Krueger enters the consciousnesses of his victims, but the filmmakers massively drop the ball in this regard. Neither does the script have any sort of genuine, fevered investigative pop. Apart from a cursory dab of over-emoting spread thinly over two scenes, none of the characters seems particularly thrown for a loop that, you know, there is a character (at this point they don’t even know he is essentially the spirit of a real person) who can physically kill them only in their sleep; at one point Quentin just blurts out, “If you die in your dreams, you die in real life,” which seems like lazy self-diagnosis, even for a horror film that doesn’t particularly seem to aspire to anything beyond a healthy opening weekend gross. In making the thrust of the movie a search for who Krueger is rather than why he is suddenly tormenting them, A Nightmare on Elm Street comes across like nothing so much as a boring, gory junior detective procedural.

Bayer, the director of some of the most seminal music video clips of the past quarter century, including Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit,” has a firm grasp of the technology at his disposal, no doubt; he lights effectively for mood, and figures out a few evocative framing devices, though I could have done without the re-up of the iconic ob-gyn-style point-of-view bathtub shot, which manages to come across as both skeevy and inappropriately humorous at the same time. Chiefly, though, A Nightmare on Elm Street is a misfire of imagination. Its sound effects-driven “boo scares” evoke a small clutch of familiar responses, but Haley’s voice, as Krueger, is so heavily processed and amplified that it has a divorcing effect from the darkness of the plotline, which is the enveloping swirl of psychological trauma resulting from child abuse. That’s a real horror, and this Nightmare on Elm Street glosses over it entirely, using it only for cheap, gimmicky effect. (Warner Bros./New Line, R, 96 minutes)

Furry Vengeance

Brendan Fraser makes a play for family audiences with Furry Vengeance, a slapstick misfire of epic proportions. Even by downwardly adjusted expectations and more forgiving standards of movies in which anthropomorphized animals do battle with humans, Furry Vengeance is witless and wince-inducing. Unsuspecting family audiences could be roped in during its debut weekend, but the movie should otherwise sink with deadly word-of-mouth, finding second wind in ancillary markets only as an innocuous video babysitter. For the full review, from Screen International, click here. (Summit, PG, 91 minutes)

Naked Ambition

Renowned celebrity photographer Michael Grecco makes a Michael Moore-esque leap behind the camera with Naked Ambition, a documentary feature that is billed as “an R-rated look at an X-rated industry,” all as told through the lens of the production of a same-titled coffee table book. A glossy, glancingly entertaining piece of masturbatory self-promotion, Grecco’s film purports to examine this amazing taboo subculture, and what draws people to it, but it mainly just serves as a small slice of “freak pie,” charting three days of choppy interactions with adult industry conventioneers.

Naked Ambition shares a love for name-dropping with at least one of its subjects, touting on its DVD cover an association with Jenna Jameson, Sunny Lane, Joanna Angel, Ron Jeremy and Nautica Thorn. In truth, adult industry icons like Jameson and Jeremy only pop up sparingly (the former isn’t even interviewed), since Grecco’s film is actually part of a side project (the book) that is and of itself another side project. The movie unfolds at the 2006 AVN awards in Las Vegas, where Grecco has been contracted to photograph the awards show winners; after a couple days pulling in starlets and customers for (relatively chaste) photo sessions, he sets up a sidebar backdrop to corral more reluctant participants, like Jameson and Hustler founder Larry Flynt.

So… apart from all the behind-the-scenes stuff relating to the photography sessions, there’s not really a cogent narrative here. Grecco touches some on ambition, but only really in the form of Lane, an eager newcomer to the business whose career is managed by her parents. (That’s a bit creepy.) Is there any through-the-looking-glass perspective from putative biz outsider Greg Fitzsimmons, the cohost of the AVN ceremony? No, and other interviewees who might provide some edifying outside context (a female psychologist, for instance) get relegated to this disc’s bonus materials.

Even when Grecco and his production assistant minions alight upon figures of interest (as with a Chinese aerospace engineer who’s built what he deems an “orgasm machine” for women, or the guy who makes hand-blown glass dildos), there’s no adequate mechanism for follow-up. Instead, there’s just plenty of indulgent voiceover narration. Grecco’s rhapsodic insights about pornography, identity and body comfort seem to alternate between the
fatuous, obvious and hyperbolic
. When he shares a brief personal anecdote about how an antibiotic he was given as a child turned his teeth brown as an adolescent and young adult, thus stunting his interpersonal skills, it’s both a bit touching but also jarring, because so little of the rest of Naked Ambition is processed as an innately personal story. It’s not that the choice itself is a problem, but that there’s no real meat here — just the selling of the selling of sex. Emerging starlets Lane, Angel and Thorn provide the closest things to through-lines for the movie, but there isn’t a strong and forceful enough intellectual curiosity to squeeze any legitimate insights from either these or any of the other subjects.

Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case, Naked Ambition comes to DVD presented in a 4×3 letterboxed aspect ratio, with an English 2.0 stereo audio track that adequately if not dynamically handles the relatively meager and straightforward aural demands of the title. Optional Spanish subtitles are also included, alongside two different trailers for the movie, and eight excised scenes, running just over 18 minutes, which delve into male performance anxiety, women’s relationship to porn (both as consumers and purveyors) and, naturally, a lifelike silicone sex doll. To purchase the DVD via Amazon, click here. C (Movie) C (Disc)

Harry Brown

Its string of lesser sequels coined the derisive term “Death Wish cinema,” as well as unfortunately relegating Charles Bronson to something of a joke, but tony revenge tales with well-groomed or otherwise unlikely protagonists, from Jodie Foster’s The Brave One to last year’s first-quarter smash hit Taken, continue to crop up at the rate of three or four a year, and will always be a part of moviemaking as long as people have reason to fear for their families (which is to say as long as people have families). The gritty, engaging Harry Brown again proves this sub-genre is not purely some aggressive Stateside phenomenon. Michael Caine has cycled through his share of kindly butlers and gruff mentors of late, but his starring role as the titular avenging pensioner helps give this tale a robustness, mooring and social relevance lacking in many such films.

Harry Brown unfolds in London’s East End, against a backdrop of marauding, tension and despair. After his old pal Len Atwell (David Bradley), a fellow retiree, gets beaten to death by a group of thug teenagers, 76-year-old veteran Harry is devastated, and more than a bit scared. He doesn’t immediately start taking measures to try to make sure those responsible are brought to justice, however; like Len, he’s set upon at night, returning home from a local pub. His first act of violence is also one of defense, stabbing his attacker with a bayonet from an old Army rifle.

Meanwhile, dedicated and by-the-book detective inspector Alice Frampton (Emily Mortimer), along with her more skeptical partner, Andrew Childs (Iain Glen), are tasked by their boss with bringing this area under control, before its tensions completely boil over. They interview Harry, and arrest a gaggle of local ne’er-do-wells in Len’s death, including sneering sociopath Noel Winters (Ben Drew). Unable to completely crack their wall of silence, however, they eventually have to let the kids go. It’s at this point that Harry becomes a more proactive force of violent counterweight. Alice has suspicions about what Harry is up to, and works to bring him to justice, but isn’t able to seal the deal before a mini-riot at the neighborhood’s high-rise dwelling puts many more people in jeopardy.

Working with cinematographer Martin Ruhe (Anton Corbijn’s Control, Julie Delpy’s The Countess), debut feature director Daniel Barber crafts an unnerving, kinetic, point-of-view opening to the movie (some of the kids take cell phone video-camera footage of their exploits), but never allows Harry Brown to tip over into a jittery piece of caffeinated vengeance. It’s perfectly modulated, balanced between austere and modern. The grimy, brown-and-grey color palette convincingly communicates a setting that is oppressive and stifling for all those involved — it conveys the squalor, lack of opportunity and attendant acting out for adolescents, while also capturing the resultant fear of a general, law-abiding populace who has to keep their eyes down lest they be accused of looking askance at someone.

Martin Phipps and Ruth Barrett’s score ably portends doom, rumbling like an ominous church organ at times, and while Gary Young’s script isn’t necessarily revelatory, it does allow for a small handful of twists. Its chief asset may actually be its cleanly delineated structure, which allows for a couple remarkable long-play scenes to unfold slowly and naturally — one in a drug den, where Harry goes to try to secure a gun, and another an interrogation sequence in which Alice remains cool and collected in the face of Ben’s nasty rants. While matters of violence are at its core, Harry Brown isn’t a movie that feels the need to goad or prod viewers all that unnecessarily with flashes of stylistic excess, and this works quite well, in lockstep with its shuffling protagonist. It’s a kind of urban western, in a way. Things only get a bit hairy in its gone-to-hell finale, which (unsurprisingly, I guess) favors brawny crescendo over something more muted.

Through this all, Caine delivers a performance befitting his experience, and in line with some of his strengths — an ability to convey anxiety or swallowed fear within physical stillness. Informed by the crumbling social structures around him, Harry’s journey is an honest one. It may not be marked by choices all of us would make in our own lives, but it rings true. Because, after all, the capacity for violence exists in all of us. (Samuel Goldwyn, R, 101 minutes)

Unfunny, With a Vengeance

The letter “N” isn’t close to the letter “R” on a keyboard, but that potential keystroke error is about as close as Furry Vengeance gets to funny. Full review to follow tomorrow, but those at the press screening yesterday will forevermore share a special bond. Others will think they know… but they just don’t.

The Good Heart

Brian Cox and Paul Dano, costars in Michael Cuesta’s arresting L.I.E., reteam for Icelandic filmmaker Dagur Kári in the form of The Good Heart, a spare drama of unlikely mentorship that makes good use of its two actors’ talents and rapport, but ultimately comes off as a self-conscious collection of grimy, fringe-dwelling “types.” The rising profiles of its two stars — including Dano’s lauded turn in There Will Be Blood, and Cox’s commercial recognizability from X2 and two of the three Jason Bourne films — will help lend Stateside arthouse intrigue and credibility to what is otherwise a fairly thinly sketched tale of fated emotional awakening. For the full original review, from Screen International, click here. (Magnolia, R, 94 minutes)

Riddles of the Sphinx

Owing to their massive size and pre-technological precision, the Egyptian pyramids have long captured the fancy of subsequent generations of humankind. And among them, the strange half-human, half-lion image of the Great Sphinx has inspired countless
fantastic theories about its origins. The condensed documentary title Riddles of the Sphinx digs into that mystery a bit, for armchair historians who perhaps never matriculated beyond high school.

For more than 4,500 years, the Great Sphinx has cast its enigmatic gaze over Egypt’s Giza plateau. The biggest and oldest statue in a land of colossal ancient monuments, its scale is staggering: the mighty head towers as tall as the White House while its body is nearly the length of a football field. So how was it built, and who or what does it actually represent? Surprisingly, scribes of the period when it was constructed (during Egypt’s Old Kingdom) are relatively silent. Adding to the mystery, archaeologists found that its creators abruptly discarded their tools, and abandoned the structure when it was nearly complete.

Searching for clues, NOVA’s expert team of archaeologists carries out eye-opening experiments that reveal some of the exacting techniques and incredible labor that was invested in the carving of this gigantic sculpture. The team also unearths new discoveries about the people who built the Sphinx, and perhaps why they created such a haunting and stupendous image. Riddles of the Sphinx is basically one part scientific inquiry for every two parts speculative tease, but the somewhat saccharine blend is such that it doesn’t irritate too much, as long as one can happily indulge their own imagination.

Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case, Riddles of the Sphinx comes to DVD presented in 1.76:1 anamorphic widescreen, with an English language stereo audio track that more than adequately meets the meager demands of its aural construction. There are no notable bonus features, unless chapter stops get you all hot and bothered. To purchase the DVD, phone (800) PLAY-PBS, or simply click here. C+ (Movie) D (Disc)

Please Give Redux

Nicole Holofcener’s Please Give opens this week, which means there’s a chance to slap back up my review from last month. Some of its pivots are a bit too transparent in their commercial nature, but Holofcener has interesting things to say about the nature of what we materially covet and how that impacts our individual worldview, and she knows how to carefully seed a story with quietly revelatory dialogue.

Aero Hosts Special Tales From the Script Screening, Panel

For those in the Southern California area, screenwriters Steven de Souza, Peter Hyams, Adam Rifkin, Bruce Joel Rubin and Kriss Turner are all slated to appear in person at a special screening of Tales From the Script at the Aero Theatre tomorrow night, Wednesday, April 28, at 7:30 p.m. An engaging documentary look at the screenwriting trade, the movie gives wide berth to its many fascinating subjects, and ergo delivers good (and alternately thoughtful and heartbreaking) anecdotes, for those that are able to make it. Director Peter Hanson will moderate a special panel after the screening, and copies of both the film on DVD and its tie-in companion book will be available for purchase at the event. The Aero Theatre is located at 1328
Montana Avenue in Santa Monica.
Tickets for this and other events at the Aero are
available through
Fandango
, but for 24-hour recorded information on directions and the
Aero’s upcoming schedule, phone (323) 466-FILM.

Stephen Baldwin Needs Your Money. No, Seriously…

Reborn Christian warrior Stephen Baldwin, who isn’t necessarily a friend of the English language, is trying to get rich, bee-yotch! And of course he needs your help, which means there’s a web site for donations to his noble cause. If you don’t have diamonds, gold or other precious metals, you can of course donate via credit card. The money quote, via Andrew Sullivan and the site’s FAQ page:

Question: Why does Stephen need personal wealth?

Answer: Stephen’s influence is in Hollywood. Hollywood worships money and without it you are seen as a loser and cannot be an effective influence to this group.

In My Sleep

In his feature debut In My Sleep, writer-director Allen Wolf delivers a solidly structured if never truly riveting thriller, in which levers of dramatic engagement are competently pulled for about half of the film’s running time, at which point it starts to quickly unravel into a labyrinthine tangle of soap-y contrivance and improbably centralized conflict.

Philip Winchester (above right) stars as Marcus, a virile, single Los Angeleno who suffers from parasomnia, in which he wakes up in the morning completely oblivious to what he might have done the night before. He takes some meds for this, but the pills only seem to work sporadically. One morning, he wakes up covered in blood. Later that afternoon, things take a dramatic turn for the worse when Ann (Kelly Overton), the wife of his boss and longtime best friend Justin (Tim Draxl), turns up dead. Could Marcus really have murdered her, either in some sort of rage or jealous fit?

Making friends with his photographer neighbor Becky (Lacey Chabert, above left), Marcus starts to investigate his own actions, and have himself handcuffed to his bed at night, in order to restrict his roaming. Oh, and despite the fact that he’s just lost a good friend, and has problems not concretely linked to this sudden trauma, Marcus also starts attending Sex Addicts Anonymous meetings, where he immediately befriends a mysterious woman, Gwen (Mad Men‘s Abigail Spencer), who offers to help test the aforementioned blood found on his clothing.

Obviously budgeted fairly tightly, In My Sleep has the beating heart of a slice of noir, but a production design and tone that never quite seems in lockstep with the material. Non-discrete lighting throughout renders the look of some already chintzy sets distressingly the same —
whether it’s an apartment, a doctor’s office, or Marcus and Justin’s day
spa/massage parlor. And despite some macho stuff seeded throughout (Marcus does well with the ladies, which seems incidental to the story), there seems to be a gay-baiting subtext to the picture, given the almost comical amount of chiseled, B-cup shirtlessness Winchester displays, some jostling, grabby competition that he and Justin exhibit early on, and also the manner in which the movie embraces surface emotionalism as its stock-and-trade currency.

Weird as it may sound, the rhythms of In My Sleep most essentially recall the act of juggling, insofar as its execution doesn’t offer any surprises, per se. (Either the items will fall to the ground, or they won’t.) Wolf does a good job of introducing enough clubs to the game — spreading around the possibility of culpability — to keep things interesting, at least on a surface level. The main problems are that the film lacks a strong, separate investigative presence (apart from a police detective who pops up lamely and only occasionally); its hearty investment in Marcus’ tortured adolescence — complete with
flashbacks to his philandering father — never catches fire; and its PG-13 rating seems out of step with the more lurid potential of the story, so psychosexually overloaded is its narrative.

Some of Wolf’s twists and inventions (like Marcus apparently giving himself a wrapped knife at his own surprise birthday party) spark the imagination, and induce a tingly sense of dread — is someone with a knowledge of Marcus’ condition screwing with him, or has he hatched an more complex game of criminal cover-up deep within his subconscious? But Wolf unfortunately never takes these flashes of imagination to their most interesting points of logical conclusion. Ergo, when the end arrives, complete with desultory grappling, it induces yawns, not thrills. (Morning Star, PG-13, 105 minutes)

Woody Allen’s Summer Film: Midnight in Paris

Woody Allen has released the title, cast and plot details of his next film, set to shoot this summer in Paris. The title is Midnight in Paris and the genre bent is romantic comedy. The film follows a family traveling
to the city for business. The party includes a young engaged couple who find their lives transformed by the journey. The film celebrates
a young man’s great love for Paris, and simultaneously explores the
ever-present human illusion people have that a life different from their own is always somehow better
. Owen Wilson, Marion Cotillard, Rachel McAdams, Kathy Bates and Carla Bruni will star. Also in the cast are Michael Sheen, Nina Arianda, Tom Hiddleston, Corey Stoll, Mimi Kennedy and Kurt Fuller.

Building Pharaoh’s Ship

Intricately depicted Egyptian funerary temple carvings tell the story of a magnificent trading vessel that embarked on a royal expedition to a
mysterious, treasure-laden land called Punt, near modern-day Sudan. Little other record of its success or failure exists, however. So was
this journey for incense and other valuable then-exotic commodities mere myth, or was it a reality?

Directed by Stéphane Bégoin, this hour-long NOVA special travels to the legendary temple, built some 3,500
years ago for the celebrated female pharaoh Queen Hapshepsut, who ruled Egypt around 1,500 B.C., in search of answers to this tantalizing archeological mystery. Did the ancient Egyptians, who built elaborate barges to sail down the Nile River, also have the expertise to embark on long sea voyages? Using the history of Hapshepsut’s temple and the corollary model of a reconstructed Khufu boat as guides, Building Pharaoh’s Ship, as the title might suggest, centers on a tantalizing project, spearheaded by Coastal Carolina University
professor Cheryl Ward, to reconstruct the mighty vessel shown in the mysterious carvings, and then launch it in to the Red Sea on a unique voyage of discovery.

Part historical examination, part myth-busting construction project, Building Pharaoh’s Ship is a nice mixture of History Channel staidness and Discovery Channel noodling. If not outright stars, Bégoin at least makes interesting parallel figures of engagement out of Ward’s team of archeologists and nativist boat builders, while talking heads like Boston University’s Kathryn Bard and others provide valuable context to their efforts. It’s interesting to see all the traditional methods and tools used in the modern-day construction of the boat, as well as how Egyptians threaded rope through planks to provide essential structural support but also some give-and-take. I won’t give away the ending, but this title provides a bit of ammunition for both camps — those that think modernity and technology naturally solve all of mankind’s problems, and those that believe there are valuable lessons to be learned in how past civilizations traveled, built, healed and lived.

Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case, Building Pharaoh’s Ship comes to DVD presented in 1.76:1 anamorphic widescreen, with an English language stereo audio track. Its static menu screen yields to seven segmented chapters, but apart from link information to the PBS web site, there is no additional supplemental material, which comes across as especially disappointing considering the hearty commingling of past history and present effort that this title represents. To purchase the DVD, phone (800) PLAY-PBS, or simply click here. B (Movie) D+ (Disc)

Landmark Theatres Announces Eco-Friendly Popcorn Bags

In honor of Earth Day recently, Landmark Theatres announced that it’s initiating the launch of the new EcoSelect popcorn bag in its 55 theaters across the country. EcoSelect popcorn bags are made of Forest Stewardship Council-certified natural fiber, meaning up to 50 percent of the energy used to produce the natural fiber is sourced from hydro power and renewable bio-fuels. The bags are printed with water-based inks on natural, chlorine-free paper, and are also 100 percent biodegradable.

Small deal, some will say. But every bit of environmental overhaul helps. After all, “Landmark Theatres sells almost two million bags of popcorn every year,” said Damien Farley, Landmark Theatres’ Director of Concessions. “It’s important to make improvements where you can, and this is just one step in an ongoing effort.”

The Losers

Representing yet another broadside in Hollywood’s seeming war on original material, graphic novel adaptation The Losers delivers an intermittently punchy but essentially unmemorable take on a very standard, familiar soldiers-gone-mercenary revenge tract. On a mission in the Bolivian jungle, an elite U.S. Special Forces unit, led by Clay (Jeffrey Dean Morgan), refuses an order that would result in the collateral damage death of two dozen children. Betrayed and presumed dead, the group makes plans to even the score with the higher-up who authorized the attack, a shadowy enemy from within known only as Max (Jason Patric). They receive bankrolled help from Aisha (Zoe Saldana), an enigmatic operative with her own agenda. Takedown-style vengeance ensues, against a backdrop of Max trying to get a weapon that will allow him to stage a terrorist incident and kick-start a new front in the global war on terror. For the full review, from Screen International, click here. (Warner Bros., PG-13, 97 minutes)

The Great Mouse Detective

The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast and then, of course, Aladdin and The Lion King are the four films most generally credited with kick-starting the animation revolution of the end of the 20th century, and opening audiences’ minds to the possibilities of animated films being more than just lip-service “family entertainment,” but instead robust, breathtaking and fully sketched tales full of vim and verve that capture and charm adults just as easily as children.

I’ll always have a soft spot for some of the even earlier animated films, though, chief amongst them The Great Mouse Detective, a winning adventure that grafts the rapscallion spirit of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s most famous creation
into a richly animated, Sherlock Holmsian tale set in Victorian-era
London’s underground mouse kingdom. In an age before DVDs, my parents either bought the over-priced VHS tape or ripped it off HBO during one of those free preview months we occasionally took advantage of, ostensibly for the enjoyment of my younger sibling. I’m man enough to now admit it, however — I believe I fired it up a time or two on a sick day home from school, or “submitted” to it with my sister.

And why not? Inspired by the adventures of Doyle’s brilliant detective Sherlock Holmes, and based on Eve Titus’ engaging book Basil of Baker Street, The Great Mouse Detective is a smartly sketched blend of comedy, action, adolescent drama and mystery which marks the directing debut of now legendary filmmakers Ron Clements and
John Musker, important creative forces behind such Disney animated blockbusters as The
Princess and the Frog
, as well as the aforementioned The
Little Mermaid
and Aladdin.

The plot provides youngsters with both a sympathetic surrogate and a hiss-worthy villain, not to mention some properly modulated intrigue. When talented toymaker Hiram Flaversham is mousenapped, his winsome daughter Olivia turns to the most famous mouse detective of them all, Basil of Baker Street (above right). Buoyed by imaginative gadgets and disguises, and accompanied by his assistant and confidante, Dr. David Q. Dawson, Basil uncovers a villainous plot spearheaded by a slimy, contemptible sewer rat, Dr. Ratigan, to replace Moustoria, Queen of the Mice, with a look-alike robot that will leave him free to take control of the entire rodent population of London. As Basil sniffs out one clue after another with unmatched ingenuity, he leads little Olivia closer and closer to a reunion with her beloved father.

The animation, naturally, doesn’t provide the same depth-of-field wow factor to which we are now accustomed, but what drew me in and always impressed me with the movie as a kid was its characters, and they hold up remarkably. There’s warmth and vibrancy to the vocal performances, and though there’s a trio of musical numbers, they don’t overwhelm the production, which is a sometimes under-addressed minority report complaint of later Disney animated films, which got locked into a rigidity of formula that didn’t always best serve the story. Overall, there’s plenty to delight kids and adults alike in this charmingly
downsized slice of Victorian adventure and suspense. One may think it tough, to wind back the technological clock so after kids have experienced Toy Story and Shrek and Monsters Vs. Aliens. But if you have youngsters, give it a try — I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.

Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case in turn stored in a cardboard slipcover, this “Mystery in the Mist” special edition DVD release of The Great Mouse Detective tweaks its original 1.66:1 aspect ratio; instead, both full screen and 1.78:1 widescreen versions are available here, along with a Dolby digital 5.1 surround sound audio tracks in English, French and Spanish, as well as optional English SDH, French and Spanish subtitles. Viewers can test their own powers of deduction and go behind the scenes
of the movie with a nice variety of bonus features that include a solid making-of featurette that also roots the material in the real-life history of Scotland Yard, a sing-along version “The World’s Greatest
Criminal Mind,” and an animated look at the history of detective work,
complete with a crime-solving puzzle for the entire family. So if you’re interested in the history of where the word sleuth comes from, you’ll have your answer. There’s also a clutch of promotional trailers for programming featuring the Sprouse twins, as well as other Disney titles. To purchase the DVD via Amazon, click here. A- (Movie) B+ (Disc)

Bollywood Hero

Being John Malkovich really opened the door for all sorts of meta-concepts, comedic and otherwise, but among its most unlikely spawn would have to be Bollywood Hero, a sprawling, dance-infused dramedy in which Chris Kattan, playing himself as fed up with being a Hollywood has-been and bit player, trips to India in order to land a romantic lead role. Perhaps even more unlikely is just how robustly this fanciful project connects, with crisp production value, humorous writing and engaging performances all around.

Bollywood Hero first unfolded on the small screen on IFC, as part of a three-part comedy event — shorter than a miniseries, but longer than your typical movie. It retains that structure here, its trio of 56-minute episodes each playable separately, and containing brief introductory recaps. The story opens in Los Angeles, with Kattan unhappily locked into a starring role on a science-fiction TV show. His agent is unable to provide any traction with respect to leading man roles, but Kattan fortuitously stumbles across Monty (Ali Fazal), a second-generation Indian filmmaker who happens to have an opening in his projected Bollywood epic Peculiar Dancing Boy, which he bills as “a serious critique of the caste system as told through the medium of dance.”

Monty pitches Kattan, who eventually comes around to the idea. Soon he’s on a plane, and then in India, but before production can even begin Kattan causes a national uproar by planting a very public kiss on his leading lady, Lalima (Neha Dhupia), a bankable starlet around whom the entire production is built. While Kattan is literally burned in effigy in the streets (!), Monty’s headstrong producer sister Priya (Pooja Kumar) tries to wheel and deal, while Monty also puts up his late father’s expansive studio as collateral to bring together the necessary final financing. With his own career and sanity hanging in the balance, not to mention Monty and Priya’s livelihoods too, Kattan throws himself into learning (at least some of) a nation’s customs and rituals, cinematically if nothing else. Adding flavor to the proceedings are Julian Sands as Reg Hunt, an intellectual, Jeremy Irons-type British costar of Kattan, plus Maya Rudolph, Jennifer Coolidge (a former real-life girlfriend of Kattan’s), Andy Samberg, Keanu Reeves and David Alan Grier, all playing themselves in cameos.

Benjamin Brand’s script offers up a nice balancing act, neither trading in bland generalities nor lacquering on the specificity so grandly that it conflates Kattan’s problems with capital-I important issues. It takes the piss out of Kattan, in other words (there’s some good-natured fun had at the expense of Corky Romano), but lightly and lovingly so, basically allowing Kattan to play-act what one presumes is an only slightly canted and elevated version of his own anxieties and frustrations as a performer.

Director Bill Bennett, meanwhile, gives the movie real heart and soul, as well as a unifying production design. The film isn’t expansive or overly doting in its ritualistic homage to Bollywood cinema; there’s definitely a cant and concession made for Western audiences, from the original “in” of the narrative hook to the tone of the humor. But I’ll say this — Bollywood Hero is gorgeously shot, and sincere and tonally consistent throughout. It isn’t cheap with its jokes, and it doesn’t careen wildly from one set piece to another. There’s a trajectory for Kattan, and the supporting characters as well. And through it all, Kattan delivers an engaging and surprisingly emotionally resonant performance. His timbre of his voice — at times somewhat tremulous — works against his stated desire to be taken seriously, but that’s part of the joke, too, and the third act path the film carves, all part of Kattan’s unlikely redemption.

Housed in a white, regular plastic Amaray case, Bollywood Hero comes to DVD presented in 1.78:1 anamorphic widescreen, with an English Dolby digital 5.1 surround sound audio track and optional English subtitles. Apart from its aforementioned chapter selection, the only supplemental bonus feature comes by way of eight minutes of additional excised material, including an extra dance scene and a mock condom commercial starring Kattan. To purchase the DVD via Amazon, click here. B (Movie) C- (Disc)

Tales From the Script

The violations and indignities that the written word suffers in Hollywood are many and sundry, but screenwriters get their say in Tales from the Script, a highly interesting documentary built around wide-ranging conversations with almost four dozen big screen storytellers, from John Carpenter and Frank Darabont to Bruce Joel Rubin and William Goldman. Eschewing voiceover narration or some artificially manufactured chronological narrative structure, the movie instead more or less embraces chaos theory that conventional mainstream narrative storytelling rejects, thematically grouping its anecdotal insights in ultra-loose fashion with title cards.

Yes, Tales from the Script is exclusively a talking-head affair, which lends it the feel of a cultured curio — a selling point, to be sure, for cineastes, but something of a hurdle for general audiences. (There’s also a hefty companion book to the film, underscoring a certain academic worth.) A lot of the observations herein are pointed but somewhat generic. Steven de Souza (above) amusingly and perceptively notes that there are people in the room during a story meeting who basically make their day, work-wise, by offering comment on your script, so such an environment encourages even dumb, from-the-hip remarks over more thoughtful silence.

Some stories, however, are pure, unadulterated gold, like Guinevere Turner hilariously recounting her work experience with director Uwe Boll on BloodRayne, Darabont talking about being offered a $30 million budget for shooting The Mist with a different ending, and Rubin ruefully recalling a Disney executive taking him to lunch and surreptitiously picking his brain for ideas for Armageddon by just letting Rubin talk about his work on Deep Impact. Director Peter Hanson and co-producer/co-writer Paul Robert Herman are also smart enough to include in the mix a number of writers laboring chiefly in the straight-to-video realm, which helps keep Tales from the Script grounded in reality. Too much focus on only pie-in-the-sky top-shelf Hollywood product would make the risk-reward somehow seem more palatable, or like less of a long-shot. While it could use a bit more insights from independent writer-director-producers, as is the movie comes across as an accurate, unblinking and certainly engaging look at the balancing act between art and commerce that is screenwriting, and moviemaking in general.

Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case, Tales from the Script comes to DVD presented in anamorphic widescreen, with an English language stereo audio mix. Bonus features are ample, kick-started by 46 minutes of additional interview footage that is, unsurprisingly, entertaining as all get-out. Billy Ray (Shattered Glass, Breach) shares his own metaphor of Hollywood’s fickle embrace, relating an anecdote about Christmas gifts spread out over a couple years. Ron Shelton compares a script to sheet music, but says that it unfortunately only gets played once; he then goes on to talk about Bull Durham being written in a single draft, with his film’s opening two-page monologue dictated into a microcassette recorder while driving the back roads of North Carolina. Other writers, too, weigh in on the delicate balance between money, hack-itude and narrative ownership. The aforementioned Rubin asserts that a writer is always the birth parent to a film, while a director is an interpreter, akin to a conductor. Shooter screenwriter Jonathan Lemkin, meanwhile, says he consciously alternates between being “an artist and a whore, because if I was just the former I’d be broke and if I was just the latter I’d be sad.”

In addition to a clutch of preview trailers for more First Run Features home video releases, other supplemental features include 12 minutes of peer genuflection at the altar of William Goldman (Darabont compares him to the funny-without-knowing-it uncle who has all the best stories), and nine minutes of advice for beginning screenwriters, most of which underscores the occupational frequency of rejection, and the necessary psychological fortitude one must have to continually endure it. To purchase the DVD via Amazon, click here. B (Movie) A (Disc)

Islamist Web Site Targets South Park Creators

Islamist website Revolution Muslim has targeted South Park creators Trey Parker and Matt Stone, after an episode of the animated Comedy Central series last week included an image of the Prophet Mohammed in disguise. Their posting hints at violence, with a warning of “the reality of what will likely happen to them.” All of this makes me wonder — what did religious extremists do before the Internet? I mean, how did they really get bang-for-buck distance on the sort of blinkered, rigidly orthodox fundamentalism they wish to promulgate? Was it really all pamphlets and poorly recorded black market audio tapes? A selective embrace of modernity — utilizing and exploiting technological communications innovation divorced of any realization that it inherently exposes one to cultures, values and worldviews different from their own — strikes me as a curiously convenient thing.

Muse: Under Review

I first got to know Muse in tangential fashion, through a clutch of startlingly fresh radio tunes that sounded quite different than the rest of their FM modern rock brethren. Owing to my laziness and idiocy, it was a while before I was able to piece together the fact that what I was hearing was in fact the work of the same band, but once I did it certainly made sense — their ability to swing effortlessly between ethereal noodling, emotive prog-rock and somewhat more traditional brawn (think “Knights of Cydonia”) infused their work. I first caught them live as the opening act during U2’s stadium tour last fall in Washington, D.C., and I wasn’t disappointed. Some of their influences — Queen, Manic Street Preachers, Blur — are readily apparent, but Muse makes music that is undeniably all their own.



As its title would suggest, the new straight-to-DVD doc Muse: Under Review provides an overview of the band’s entire career, mixing rare performance and interview footage of the group with talking head contributions from some of their closest colleagues, as well as those who have witnessed and written about their journey. This list includes band engineer Ric Peet, video director Mat Kirby, biographerand NME writer Mark Beaumont, and, most notably, former manager Safta Jaffrey and legendary producer John Leckie, whose insights are especially invaluable.

Three teenage pals from the tiny English seaside town of Teignmouth, Muse is comprised of guitarist-frontman Matthew Bellamy (above center), bassist ChrisWolstenholme (left) and drummer Dominic Howard (right). Bellamy is painted as the driving creative force behind the band, shaping the epic pomposity of their sound, in which huge guitar riffs and otherwise occasionally bombastic production meet shimmery instrumentation and intersect at odd angles with Bellamy’s fragile falsetto. There’s not much in the way of thematic heavy-lifting, however, so those wanting to delve into Muse’s preoccupations with paranoia, space exploration and transcendence will be left mostly guessing.

If one can forgive this lack of self-analysis and firsthand narration (the old interview tidbits with the band are few and far between), the DVD is actually a fairly solid watch, both for longtime devotees and more casual inductees to the band’s mushrooming fan base. At times Muse: Under Review dips rather stupidly into extended song clips from tangential mock-influences (Captain Beefheart, Tom Waits) to make up for this hole at its core, but a nice selection of old concert and showcase footage buoys the spotlighted arc of Muse’s career, for which Jaffrey and Leckie provide the spine. Everything is touched upon, from the musical roots of Bellamy’s father and an important 1998 showcase for Rick Rubin and Columbia Records to the production of debut album Showbiz and reasons for the four-year Stateside delay of sophomore follow-up Origin of Symmetry. Some good anecdotes are revealed, too, like Bellamy highjacking a real church organ for “Megalomania.” Overall: interesting stuff.

Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case in turn stored in a complementary cardboard slipcover, Muse: Under Review comes to DVD presented in a letterboxed 4:3 aspect ratio, with a 2.0 stereo audio track. Its bonus features consist of text biographies for its talking head interviewees and a 10-minute look at the group’s focus on staging and accompanying visual efforts (mainly the music video for “Hysteria,” actually), buoyed by interview material with director Kirby. To purchase the DVD via Amazon, click here. B+ (Movie) C+ (Disc)

Republicans Angle to Block Wall Street Reform

So it looks like Republicans (especially in the Senate) are working hard for their corporate masters to kill meaningful financial reform, all while still fanning the flames of governmental discontent and distrust most embodied by the clamorous Tea Party movement. It’s a tricky pivot, that, as illustrated in the above cartoon by Kevin Siers; how do you realistically paint yourself as “for the little guy,” and small business owners (a longtime Republican talking point crush) while also holding (no longer) secret meetings with Wall Street titans to help protect their interests?

It’s hypocrisy, of course. No great shock there. Both political parties trade in that from time to time. But it undermines an effective, honest courtship of Tea Partiers. Not that they’ll notice, really. Andrew Sullivan has touched on this recently, when he’s talked about how the Tea Party movement is not at all simply about the size and scope of government, since if it were it might actually try to spell out how to balance the budget without raising taxes. No, instead, it’s a movement at least significantly about identity politics (e.g., “I want my country back”), in which the Constitution is an emblem of a certain demographic that is as much about the Christianist right as it is about fiscal responsibility. They will hear what they want to hear, and see what they want to see, which means none of this.

Defendor

Woody Harrelson is probably never going to be a star whose depths of deceptive talent are fully and widely recognized. This is in large part because he’s so affable that he’s most frequently cast in comedies (e.g., Semi-Pro), but also because his contrarian streak will likely prevent him from re-ascending to the leading man career heights he could have conceivably scaled in the wake of his lauded turn in The People Vs. Larry Flynt. He got some awards circuit attention (and heck, even an Oscar nomination) for the under-received coming-home drama The Messenger, but Harrelson acolytes know his other 2009 work, in Defendor and Zombieland, are, to paraphrase Beck, where it’s really at.

In Defendor, Harrelson plays introverted construction worker Arthur Poppington, who doesn’t need superpowers or fancy toys to fight crime. Armed only with a childlike sense of wonder and a quirky arsenal of cheap, homemade gadgets — like jars of wasps, bags of marbles and an old billyclub he inherited from his grandfather — at night Arthur becomes Defendor, a black-clad vigilante with a duct-taped costume. Obsessed with finding the city’s most fearsome crime boss, Arthur finds an unexpected partner when he rescues and falls for a local junkie prostitute, Katerina Debrofkowitz (Kat Dennings), herself on the run from a shit-heel undercover cop, Chuck Dooney (Elias Koteas). Action and a pinch of angst ensues, with Harrelson crafting a character that is by turns goofy and sympathetic.

Defendor marks the directorial debut of actor Peter Stebbings, who also wrote the screenplay, and while its area of inquiry — a guy playing superhero — would seem to be a rather cheap and potentially empty grab at commercial significance, Stebbings infuses his work with a depth of feeling and honesty rare for comedies, and even indie film in general. Defendor isn’t ever really laugh-out-loud funny, at least not consistently; it’s more of a slow-burn thing, which in a way matches the low-fi vibe that the film’s production design helps establish. (Arthur records all his exploits on VHS, with a camera strapped to his helmet.) There’s a split-structure aspect as well, with Sandra Oh popping up as a therapist questioning Arthur in the wake of his apparent arrest. This gives the movie something of a stuttering feel, since tonally you’re jerked back and forth between Arthur’s vigilante quest and burgeoning relationship with Katerina, and this mystery of how and why he’s been nabbed.

Stebbings also never resolves how to integrate Arthur into the existing power structure (i.e., the police) within the city. Chuck becomes an immediate enemy, for both reasons related to Katerina as well as other factors. The precinct captain, or whomever, is also given a few scenes with Arthur, and it’s clear that he regards him as for the most part not that dangerous. But it’s not quite fully exploited, either for comedic or dramatic effect. Still, Harrelson’s performance locates real pathos, without ever simplifying Arthur into a complete boob. Stebbings, too, crafts a small, to-scale world of action and consequence; his movie feels nicely pieced together. The only big blow to its hold, really, is composer John Rowley’s terrifically unimaginative and on-the-nose score, which apes square-jawed, into-the-breach heroism without adding any ironic undercurrent to it, and sounds tinny to boot.

Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case, Defendor comes to DVD presented in 2.35:1 anamorphic widescreen, with English, Spanish, Portuguese and Thai language tracks in Dolby digital 5.1 surround sound. Optional English SDH, Spanish, Chinese, Korean, Portuguese and Thai subtitles are also included. An audio commentary track with Stebbings, Dennings, Harrelson and producer Nicholas Tabarrok (Left Behind) kicks off the robust slate of supplemental material that helps additionally elevate this title.

There are also deleted scenes, as well as five robust making-of featurettes which run around 10 minutes apiece, and cover the entire creative process, from scripting through pre-production, casting and shooting. Stebbings talks about being wowed by Harrelson (and his prominent jawline) in No Country for Old Men, and receiving a hemp sweater as a gift from his star, at the wrap of production. Two-and-a-half minutes of bloopers wrap things up, with Koteas getting his jacket stuck in a car door and mock-swatting wasps that will be added later, via CGI; Harrelson also goes method, using a real hacksaw on his cast but eventually breaking character when Stebbings drags his feet in calling “cut.” To purchase the DVD via Amazon, click here. B (Movie) A (Disc)

Karate Kid Blu-ray Touts Pop-Up Trivia Track

There’s another iteration coming to theaters this year, so the original Karate Kid hits Blu-ray on May 11, which could, and I’m just wildly speculating here, lead to a nationwide epidemic of adolescent leg-sweeping in the final month of school. Among the Blu-ray add-ons is “Blu-Pop,” a picture-in-picture bonus feature that includes pop-up interviews, production trivia and other factoids, anecdotes from the actors and martial arts information. Preview it by clicking here.