The acclaim surrounding Jeff Bridges’ turn in Crazy Heart — in which everyone seemingly slaps their foreheads in remembrance of how talented the guy is — also recalls William Hurt, another actor with a penchant for blending seamlessly into his surroundings. In The Yellow Handkerchief, Hurt plays a recently paroled convict who, beset with inner conflict about whether to try to reach out to a past love, crosses paths with a young duo (Kristen Stewart and Eddie Redmayne) on a post-Katrina road trip through Louisiana. I caught up with a bearded Hurt in a Beverly Hills hotel suite recently to talk about his career, shrinking IQs and what Sally Field said to him when he won his Oscar. For the Q&A, with New York Magazine‘s Vulture, click here.
Italian import Vincere, a richly photographed historical drama that
charts the life of the discarded mistress of fascist, war-mongering dictator Benito Mussolini, would be sort of interesting to view with
Rielle Hunter, the flighty New Age lover (and baby mama) of erstwhile
Democratic presidential candidate John Edwards. After all, her insights
into the continued love of a man who would very publicly and harshly
disown his own progeny could be considerable.
Written and directed by Marco Bellocchio (Fists in the Pocket), Vincere (which translates as “to win”) chronicles the largely unknown story of the secret marriage of Mussolini (Filippo Timi, above third from left) to Ida Dalser (Giovanna Mezzogiorno), a woman whom Il Duce meets when he’s a rising star in the Socialist movement. Inspired by the intensity of his beliefs, Dalser sells off all of her belongings to fund the newspaper that would eventually launch his political career. After bearing him a son, though, Dalser discovers that Mussolini already has another family, and he will do everything in his power to keep her away from them. She rants and rages, but finds out it’s hard to fight a dictator.
Purely in terms of information, and the manner in which this peek behind the fascist curtain informs an understanding of Italy leading up to World War II, Vincere is of historical interest. But while undeniably told with passion and verve — it feels almost operatic at times — Vincere is a basically nativist document that bogs down because of unresolved tension between its conflicting political and melodramatic instincts. Early on, Bellocchio establishes the primal, almost animalistic connection between Dalser and Mussolini with little dialogue, and for a while seems intent on exploring a very intriguing idea — the notion of women responding so nakedly to provocation, aggression and accumulated power. Eventually, though, Bellocchio mostly abandons this focus, so when Dalser, committed to an insane asylum for refusing to recant her paternity claims, asserts that Il Duce is merely “testing her” and mentally preparing her for an eventual reunion… well, it runs counter to evidenced fact, and tips the movie over into crazy-mistress Lifetime movie territory. At least that’s a man’s reading; I’m not yet sure Rielle Hunter would think. (IFC Films, R, 122 minutes)
I could go the rest of my life without seeing another point-of-view shot, from the floor up, of someone receiving a massage, which is but one of several dozen reasons that Frat Party grates so. A downmarket, wildly unfunny college comedy pitched at foreign market fans of Old School, all those American Pie straight-to-DVD sequels and their countless mouth-breathing derivatives, like Dorm Daze 2, this film serves as hornball rental fodder for those who haven’t yet figured out how to use the Internet to track down pictures of boobs.
When big-man-on-campus Duffy (Randy Wayne, channeling a watered-down Matthew McConaughey) announces he’s going to be marrying Adriana (Caroline D’Amore, a Sorority Row bit player), a debutante heiress to an Italian winery, right after college graduation, he realizes his days of partying may be coming to an end. Of course, he still wants to squeeze in one final frat house kegger the night before his out-of-town wedding, so air-quote hijinks ensue. Among the obstacles along the way are a father-in-law who will stop at nothing to put the kibosh on his daughter marrying a party animal like Duffy; his minion, scheming family friend Stefano (Robert Parks-Valletta); and Duffy’s old girlfriend Kelly (new WWE ringmaster Lauren Mayhew), who wants to reacquaint herself with his jock. Along with tubby buddy Mac (Jareb Dauplaise), Duffy makes a play for fun, and then a scramble to get back in the good graces of Adriana. Will the couple live happily ever after? Will anyone remember what happened the night before? Will anyone care, in the slightest?
Naturally, there’s booze and babes aplenty here (Katerina Mikailenko and Erica Day provide some eye candy, along with the aforementioned masseuse scene, which attempts to spoof the legend of “happy endings” of Asian massage parlors), but Frat Party is a misguided medley of popped collars and bop-gun comedic blanks almost from frame one. Writer-director Robert Bennett never clearly settles on a strong, singular point-of-view, despite the fact that he opens the movie with a bunch of wearyingly on-the-nose direct-address material from Duffy. Large swatches of the rest of the film hinge on half-heartedly sketched scenes with seemingly improvised dialogue (“Even sometimes I even surprise myself!”). The performances are broad and cartoonish, rendering Bennett’s earnest attempts to milk honest feeling regarding Duffy and Adriana’s relationship even more painful to watch. And the requisite tentpole gross-out moments, meanwhile (including an ejaculatory release), do not inspire wide-eyed guffaws, but instead merely tired sighs.
Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case, Frat Party comes to DVD presented in 1.78:1 anamorphic widescreen, with an English language Dolby digital 5.1 surround sound audio track, and fairly imprecise English SDH subtitles. The ample roster of bonus materials is designed to bait high school guys who have yet to ever attend a frat party into renting or purchasing Frat Party. There’s a two-minute tidbit, “How to Throw a Frat Party,” that is virtually indistinguishable from a separate three-minute behind-the-scenes tour segment; both are single-play shrugs. There’s also a three-minute featurette focusing on former adult star turned legit flick bit player Jesse Jane (who, somewhat amusingly, frets over having to learn lines at the last moment from a “new script”) and, yes, a one-minute collection of “slow-motion goodies,” which is as it sounds — most of the movie’s bared bosoms, collected for your viewing enjoyment. The only slightly amusing supplemental extra is a six-minute look at the massage scene, in which a crouching female stagehand mans the artificial semen pump, and Dauplaise gets psyched and into character by repeating over and over, “Will Ferrell would do this, Will Ferrell would do this, Will Ferrell would do this!” There’s also a feature-length audio commentary track from Bennett. To purchase the DVD via Amazon, click here. F (Movie) C (Disc)
A gorgeously mounted but fundamentally humdrum telling of Lewis Carroll’s fantasy novels, Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland, costarring Johnny Depp (above), is no more or less engaging than one might expect it to be based only upon a cursory glance at its marketing materials. Filtered through the director’s highly subjective, singular visual perspective, the movie achieves sumptuous beauty with ease but fails to connect on a full-bodied emotional level, making for a pleasant but somewhat empty ride. For the full review, from Screen International, click here. (Disney, PG, 107 minutes)
Over at the L.A. Weekly, the estimable F.X. Feeney pens a love letter to Don Levy’s 1967 film Herostratus, describing a “lost masterpiece of life as advertisement,” which includes a three-minute cameo from an 18-year-old Helen Mirren. The film screens at Redcat on Monday, March 1 at 8:30 p.m.
Over at the Huffington Post, the estimable Brad Schreiber has a look at this year’s short film Academy Award nominees. My look at last year’s Oscar-tabbed animated short films, meanwhile, is available here, while my look at the live action nominees is available here.
After landing a spot on Saturday Night Live in his early 20s, New Jersey-born funnyman Jay Mohr seemed to be tabbed for stardom. As his excellent memoir Gasping for Airtime detailed, though, Mohr was actually struggling with panic attacks and personal uncertainty, which derailed, or at least delayed, the trajectory of his rising star. Flash forward a couple years, and Mohr finally made a name for himself, trading up on a superlative turn as Tom Cruise‘s oily competitor in Jerry Maguire to solid bit parts in such comedic ensembles 200 Cigarettes, Playing By Heart and Go.
Mohr returns to the small screen in Gary Unmarried, a split-family laffer that recently picked up the 2009 People’s Choice Award for Favorite New TV Comedy. While new, conventional sitcom hits are few and far between in this fractured media landscape, this one has a pedigree that tilts it toward success — Emmy Award-winning producer and director James Burrows. That fact, as well as some able joke-writing and Mohr’s indefatigably sunny, put-upon personality, likely spell hang-around success for Gary Unmarried.
On the heels of his recent divorce, everything seems unfamiliar for painting contractor Gary Brooks (Mohr), a suddenly single dad to 14-year-old son Tom (Ryan Malgarini) and precocious 11-year-old daughter Louise (Kathryn Newton). Trying to navigate his increasingly complex life and share the upbringing of his kids with ex-wife Allison (Paula Marshall), Gary thinks he’s ready to move on with gorgeous new girlfriend Vanessa (Jaime King) when Allison drops a bombshell on him — she’s engaged to theirformer marriage counselor, Dr. Walter Krandall (Ed Begley, Jr., evidencing a fine ability for wringing laughs without words). Angst-ridden shenanigans ensue.
A lot of the narrative set-ups and some of the characterizations are certainly familiar (Gary chafes at dealing with his brainiac, liberal-leaning, old-beyond-her-years daughter, which feels a bit Lisa Simpson-ish at times), but timing and sensible comedic underplaying can go a long way toward mitigating recognizability, and the 20 episodes here exhibit plenty of both, showcasing a series that rounds into form and finds itself after about a half dozen episodes. Mohr’s shtick may be regarded by some as a slightly thinner sort of the same fat-headed yuk-yuk asides that Jim Belushi trades in, but the writing here generally skates a fine line — edgy without being unnecessarily vulgar — and the personalities are pleasant and affable. No harm, no foul, basically; matters are helped, too, by guest stars like Cerina Vincent and Jane Curtain.
Housed in a regular, clear plastic Amaray case in turn stored in a cardboard slipcover, Gary Unmarried comes to DVD spread out over three discs, presented in 1.78:1 widescreen, with an English language Dolby digital 5.1 surround sound audio track, and optional French and Spanish subtitles. A nice slate of never-before-seen bonus features complements the show itself, including a behind-the-scenes visit with executive producer Burrows. “The Chemistry of Comedy” is a fairly straightforward making-of featurette, built around interviews with cast and crew in which they discuss their chemistry and penchant for improvisation. Writer-producer Ric Swartzlander also props Mohr’s ability to punch up a line, while Mohr confesses he likes and feels most at ease with the easy set-’em-up-knock-’em-down rhythms and demands of multi-camera comedy. A bit more specifically canted, and thus interesting, are featurettes centering around Begley, Jr. and Mohr himself, the latter of which tracks him around the set over the course of a single day. There’s also a hefty collection of bloopers and flubbed lines. To purchase the DVD via Amazon, click here. B (Show) B+ (Disc)
Tracy Morgan’s antic demonstrativeness and Bruce Willis‘ slow-burn dourness would seem to provide a solid foundation for a buddy cop comedy of sharp, amusing contrasts, but the meandering, listless, tonally schizophrenic Cop Out serves as ample proof that actors can’t merely show up on the day of filming and wing it. This is a banter-driven comedy in which most of the banter just falls flat. For the full review, from Screen International, click here. (Warner Bros., R, 109 minutes)
Coco Before Chanel tells the story of Gabrielle “Coco” Chanel, who beganher life as a headstrong orphan, and through an extraordinary personal journeyovercame her impoverished childhood and defied societal convention to become a legendary couturier who embodied the modern woman and becamea timeless symbol of success, freedom and style. The problem, though, is that there’s not an ounce of honest dynamism in this stuffy biopic, and so it plays out on a purely textual level, as a yawning exercise in heritage cinema, with a slight spritz of self-congratulatory, up-with-gender promotion.
Audrey Tautou stars as Coco, who as a designer ahead of her time eschewed corsets and derided the fashionable “meringues” of women’s headwear as akin to “being in a pastry shop.” She journeys from amundane seamstress job to boisterous cabarets to the opulent Frenchcountryside, possessing little more than her unwavering determination,unique style and visionary talent. Her headstrong nature eventually puts her somewhat at odds with her more pragmatic sister Adrienne (Marie Gillain), and also causes complications with a pair of would-be suitors, Etienne Balsan (Benoît Poelvoorde) and Arthur Capel (Alessandro Nivola).
Coco Before Chanel is directed by Anne Fontaine (The Girl From Monaco, In His Hands), from ascreenplay by she and Camille Fontaine, with the collaboration ofDangerous Liaisons scribe Christopher Hampton. It’s based loosely on the book Chanel and Her World: Friends, Fashion and Fame by author Edmonde Charles-Roux, the former editor-in-chief of French Vogue, so there’s plenty of an exhaustive sense of the background fashion detail. The movie was also selected to close the 2009 Cannes Film Festival, which is partially a case of boosterism, to be sure, but also an indication of just how innately nationalistic this story is, despite Chanel’s stature in the fashion world.
Part of the chief problem is evident in the title, which tips the hand of the film’s area of focus. In portraying theformative years of Chanel’s life, only the years Chanel spent discoveringand inventing herself before she became the most famous fashion designer of the 20th century, the movie robs itself of any real, legitimate chance at connecting with audiences for whom her name means nothing — or at least nothing outside of the vague recollection of some perfume ad postcards tumbling out of a magazine at a newsstand. All the accouterments are just so — from a lush score by two-time Academy Award nominee Alexandre Desplat and gauzy yet involving cinematography from Christophe Beaucarne to equally detailed production design work from Olivier Radot and exacting costumes by Catherine Leterrier — yet the screenplay is awfully academic, and formal. There is the sense that Coco uses fashion as an emotional shield, but Fontaine constructs a wall that treats personal desire and professional ambition as separate, discrete things.
Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case, Coco Before Chanel comes to DVD presented in 2.35:1 anamorphic widescreen, with a static menu screen divided into 28 chapters. An audio commentary track with Fontaine anchors the bonus materials, but a superlative, seven-part, subtitled making-of documentary, running 46 minutes, is like manna from heaven for those who want to soak up all the details surrounding in particular the movie’s sumptuous costumes and production design. A separate 18-minute featurette, subtitled “La Rencontre (The Meeting),” includes chats with Tautou, her director, and her costars; Fontaine places Chanel tied alongside Edith Piaf in the canon of famous Frenchwomen, while Poelvoorde says she made huge contributions to “the well-being of generations of French [females].” Somewhat appropriately for such a fashion-centric title, there’s also an eight-minute featurette which tracks the movie’s red carpet premieres, from Los Angeles to New York and in between. Rounding things out are a gallery of preview trailers for Paris 36, I’ve Loved You So Long, Every Little Step, The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus and other Sony home video titles. To purchase DVD via Amazon, click here. C- (Movie) A- (Disc)
Over at the Huffington Post, Michael Smerconish explains why he’s exited the Republican Party, writing, “Where political parties once existed to create coalitions and win elections, now they seek to advance strict ideological agendas.” I don’t know that I totally agree that that statement accurately portrays the Democratic Party, but he’s right that the current level of public discourse is fairly laughable, and the general political atmosphere one of toxic stasis. His defection to “Independent” status also points out the cruel, protected self-interest of the Republican and Democratic parties alike — the ridiculous status quo that most voters still labor under. A dedicated and informed voter since 1980, Smerconish is now unable to vote in primary elections, since Pennsylvania law prohibits unaffiliated voters from “crossing over” and choosing a single party’s primary in which to take part. Since reasonable congressional re-districting won’t be taking place anytime soon, at the very least that needs to change, in every state in the union.
If the funky, energetic The Runaways is the film
that proves Kristen Stewart has a future outside of movies with
vampires and Robert Pattinson, The Yellow
Handkerchief is the pleasant, slight, oblique character study
that finds her not yet in full control of her instrument, and trading
in familiar, telegraphed cues of adolescent distress. An idyllic road
trip, not played for any particular peril or menace, through
post-Hurricane Katrina Louisiana, this wistfully pitched
travelogue/mood piece works best as a showcase for William Hurt.
Fresh out of prison and dealing with a painful past, taciturn Brett
Hanson (Hurt) crosses paths with troubled teenager Martine (Stewart)
and Gordy (Eddie Redmayne, above left), an eccentric loner. The latter has a car,
and Martine wants to hit the open road but also wants a father-figure
protector, so some back-road meandering ensues. Along the way, conversation and doleful introspection impacts both mindsets and
relationships, leading to the possibility of new life choices. Brett
weighs trying to track down his ex-wife May
(Maria Bello), for whom he still yearns. Martine, meanwhile, wants to escape her
family, while the pathologically introverted Gordy hopes to just get
close to her.
Attractively, almost plaintively photographed, and directed in
humanistic fashion by Udayan Prasad, The Yellow
Handkerchief flashes back and forward in time, charting
Brett’s relationship with May as well as its 2005 present day. Despite
the revelation of the reason behind Brett’s incarceration, there’s
really no grander sense of mystery tugging the film forward, and eating
at the edges of these three strangers’ relationships. And so its
dawdling pace is never truly earned. Shuffling the temporal deck a bit
in favor of chronology, and reframing the story more through Brett’s
eyes would be the best thing for this story. The kids are all right,
beset by wanly defined problems that can’t (and shouldn’t) be neatly
wrapped up in any story arc of just a couple days. It’s Hurt’s keenly
observed hurt that is most mesmerizing, though, which makes The Yellow
Handkerchief chiefly a reminder that he’s too infrequent a
big screen visitor, at least in roles of such layered quietude. (Samuel Goldwyn, PG-13, 102 minutes)
Exercising his inner film programmer, Youth in Revolt‘s Michael Cera has tabbed Freebie and the Bean as one of his favorite movies, and slated it for a special screening as part of the Comedy Death-Ray series at the Silent Movie Theatre in Los Angeles, on Sunday, March 14 at 8 p.m. Directed by Richard Rush (The Stunt Man, Getting Straight), the movie is a veritable “who’s who” of ’70s film awesomeness, starring James Caan and Alan Arkin as a pair of racist, homophobic and misogynist San Francisco supercops. But here, let Cera explain: “Filled with car crash sequences, guns, yelling, transvestites and Alan Arkin, Freebie and the Bean has got to be the best buddy-cop film of 1974,” he raves. Tickets are $14; for more information, including the movie’s trailer, click here.
FlashForward (one word, that — the two-word spelling must be tied up already, copyrighted as some big screen Flash sequel) is the latest serial drama to try to capture the same lightning in a bottle that Lost did, with its survivalist blend of mythology, sci-fi elements and base-level humanistic drama. No tropic polar bears here (there is a kangaroo, however), but instead there’s a somewhat template-familiar grand, mysterious event, some knowing exploitation of temporal shifts and of course an injection of law-enforcement muscle, the better to make bait a primetime audience looking for something other than (at the time) Jay Leno’s same old shtick. Co-creator David Goyer will shortly be leaving show-running duties, busy on a quiet little project for Warner Bros., it seems. But after an interrupted run, the series returns to ABC on March 18; this DVD release is timed to drum up support for that marketplace reentry.
Based loosely on a novel by Robert Sawyer, FlashForward unfolds in Los Angeles, in the aftermath of a bizarre phenomenon which causes everyone in the world to lose consciousness at exactly the same moment — blacking out for 137 seconds on April 30, 2010, at 1:00 a.m. Eastern time, and glimpsing a series of events from their own future. Naturally, some events are mundane, but positive, others are terrible, and others simply strange and unknowable. Uncertain as to whether the incident was a freak act of nature or something man-made gone wrong, an elite law enforcement team, including FBI agents Mark Benford (Joseph Fiennes) and Demetri Noh (John Cho), jumps into investigatory mode, trying to make sense of a security camera surveillance video from the blackout in which a conscious man is seen wandering about. Most of the rest of the world’s population, meanwhile, wrestles with end-time possibilities and more personal dilemmas, including the choice of whether to embrace the fates they’ve seen, or fight to change the future.
The show’s pilot episode is superb, with Goyer getting lots of mileage out of the admittedly cool, breezily seductive premise; it certainly helps that he concretely establishes a world with consequences, as mass casualties resulted from those flying planes, driving cars or performing operations suddenly blacking out, along with those in their care or stead. This tells us the show isn’t going to be some massive, pointless jack-off. But as it unfolds, some of the plot contrivances wear a bit thin relatively quickly, certain portions of the narrative friction seem stock (do we really need to delve into the head-drama of another alcoholic law enforcement officer?), and the dialogue comes off as a bit hokey at times. All 10 episodes of the show’s debut run are included here, and there’s a decent blend of mystery, menace and bear-baiting excitement. It’s the future bends of the road that will determine the final grade for this exercise in genre mash-up, however.
Housed in a regular plastic Amaray two-disc case that in turn slots in a glossy cardboard slipcover, FlashForward comes to DVD presented in 1.78:1 anamorphic widescreen, and its transfer, free of digital artifacting but marked by a bit of grain, is fairly solid, preserving a visual scheme that is heavy on gritty, depressive hues of blue and green. Audio arrives in clear, nicely balanced Dolby digital 5.1 surround sound tracks, with optional English, French and Spanish subtitles. Special features consist of a seven-minute look at the special effects work involved in creating the series’ catastrophic leaping-off point; on-set interviews with Goyer and crew members showcase the exacting mix of practical effects and CG elements utilized. Also included are a pair of brief preview featurettes, one narrated by Dominic Monaghan, that tout and tease the rest of the first season. To purchase the DVD via Amazon, click here. B- (Show) B- (Disc)
It’s a happy first beer (21st birthday, that is) to Scout Taylor-Compton, the weirdly-named star of Rob Zombie’s Halloween reboots. And it’s a choice, too; her birth name is Desariee Starr Compton. So… yeah.
A bittersweet, sensitively told remake of Giuseppe Tornatore’s same-named 1991 Italian film, Everybody’s Fine slots in respectably as a fairly straightforwardly commercial drama of familial reconciliation, something for casual fans of About Schmidt and The Bucket List.
Robert De Niro stars as Frank Goode, a blue-collar retiree and recent widower from a small, south-central suburban New York burgh who, in the wake of a sudden rash of visit cancellations by his adult children, embarks on an impromptu road trip to individually reconnect with his four kids. Repeatedly unable to link up with his youngest son Robert, a painter, Frank then cycles through advertising executive Amy (Kate Beckinsale) and her family, orchestral percussionist Robert (Sam Rockwell) and Las Vegas dancer Rosie (Drew Barrymore). As they pass him off and make excuses for being unable to visit, Frank slowly comes to realize there may be significant elements of their lives to which he is not privy.
A straightforward description of the movie’s plot is fairly pedestrian, and there exists the possibility of it slipping into something much more maudlin in the wrong hands. But the material benefits greatly from the elevating direction of adapter Kirk Jones (Waking Ned Devine), who imbues the film with the rootedness of smart, small details (Frank’s brown Member’s Only jacket and 35mm camera, a wine stocker’s cheery ignorance about product) and winning supporting characters. If the metaphorical subtext is sometimes writ large, one doesn’t hold it against the film too heartily.
Mostly vacuumed free of agitation, De Niro also gets a chance to work in a more purely reactive mode than he has in a long time. There’s a quiet patina of regret to the proceedings, particularly in a notable, reflective conversation with Rosie, and a more mannered dream sequence in which Frank queries his children about their dissembling as he remembers them — as shifty elementary school age kids. The themes of empty nest parental disconnection totally mark this as a boomer-specific story, but Everybody’s Fine is also about the secrets we keep in families — sometimes unwittingly at first, to safeguard delicate or overly fretful loved ones — that then snowball into bigger and bigger deals. That’s a common and emotionally resonant area of focus for many audience members — perhaps too much so.
Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case, Everybody’s Fine comes to DVD on a dual-layer disc, presented in 2.40:1 anamorphic widescreen, with English and French language Dolby digital 5.1 surround sound audio tracks and optional English, French and Spanish subtitles. In addition to a clutch of excised scenes, there’s also a brief featurette look at Paul McCartney’s original song contribution for the movie, “(I Want To) Come Home” (shockingly not Oscar-nominated), as well as a gallery of trailers upon start-up. One doesn’t rent or purchase a DVD expecting insights from De Niro, really, but something more with Jones would have been a nice inclusion. To purchase the DVD via Amazon, click here. C+ (Movie) C (Disc)
Mother’s Day may be a bit off on the calendar, but it’s presently a particularly maternal time for Emily Mortimer. She just had a baby, her second, with husband Alessandro Nivola, and our conversation occurs with lamb curry in the pot and her own mother set to arrive shortly from England for a visit. More darkly, onscreen, in Martin Scorsese’s Shutter Island, Mortimer plays Rachel Solando, a mother held at a remote asylum for the criminally insane after killing her three children. When Rachel goes mysteriously missing, Leonardo DiCaprio’s federal marshal is called in to investigate. I caught up with Mortimer recently to talk about the joys of both motherhood and fake blood, the zen tranquility of a Scorsese set, and her scotched plans to play Alfred Hitchcock’s wife. For the Q&A, from New York Magazine‘s Vulture, click here.
Written and directed by Julio DePietro, The Good Guy has originality on its side — a different, interesting cant than most films of its ilk — but it can’t quite turn that positive into a deal-closing recommendation. A sort of much more polite, estrogenized filmic companion piece to a lost, mid-era Bret Easton Ellis novel, the Manhattan-set movie grabs your attention in unusual ways scene to scene, and then slowly squanders almost all that forward-leaning intrigue.
The film opens on the rainy-night dissolution of a twentysomething relationship, then flashes back six weeks earlier to a few of its key pivot points. Tommy (Scott Porter, above left) is a sexy, young Wall Street hotshot — the supervising manager of a financial crew who make mad, Boiler Room-type chatter and toss a little hacky-sack back and forth to indicate when they’ve done something good, and worthy of impressing their main boss Cash (Andrew McCarthy). Tommy’s been seeing demure urban conservationist Beth (Alexis Bledel) for several weeks, and they finally get around to sealing the deal. But just as everything seems to be falling into place, complications arise in the form of Tommy’s sensitive and handsome new hire, Daniel (Bryan Greenberg), an ex-soldier computer whiz who comes across as so unassuming and non-threatening that Beth invites him to her all-girl book club. Daniel’s burgeoning feelings for Beth complicate matters for all involved.
A romantic dramedy with a certain amount of insight into alpha-male behavior, The Good Guy has the nominal advantage of a hidden authorial perspective, and some nice, if rounded and smooth, lead performances. Nonetheless, it feels a bit too generalized. It lacks clarifying detailand the messy stamp of definitive personality, especially in the case of Daniel, who’s basically more a bundle of warm-and-fuzzy, Mom-approved traits than an actual character. DiPietro also overplays his hand with a plot strand that finds Tommy, feeling pressure from Cash, becoming Daniel’s “man coach,” transforming him with clothes and plying him with drink and drugs. The film’s occupational backdrop is also problematic, unfolding as it does against a den of willfully abstruse masculine chatter, in which guys demonstratively point with one telephone while talking on another. In the current economic climate, who wants to spend time with jack-offs like this, and see them win, or even get close. Not this guy… (Roadside Attractions, R, 91 minutes)
President Obama inherited a toilet bowl full of problems from his predecessor, to say the least. But tens of thousands of fresh American troops are now on the move and headed to Afghanistan, as part of a reshaped war strategy that is spectacularly ambitious to say the least, given the country’s history (or noted lack thereof) of centralized governance. In Obama’s War, through interviews with the top U.S. commanders on the ground, special embeds with American forces and fresh reporting from Washington, D.C., Frontline producers Martin Smith and Marcela Gaviria get into the nitty-gritty of U.S. counter-insurgency strategy in Afghanistan and Pakistan — a fight that promises to take much longer and be more costly than most Americans really understand.
While a lot of current event DVD titles seem to stand astride their subject or area of inquiry (with all apologies to Larry Craig) with a wide stance, valuing generalized consensus for smoother mass consumption, Obama’s War makes no such concessions. This is no dithering title, nor a cursory one, though it slots in at merely an hour. It’s a substantive investigatory piece about where things are headed, and how past (and current) efforts in Afghanistan have been undermined by both corruption and Pakistani intelligence services’ continued cooperation with the Taliban.
After the briefest of set-ups, the title opens with embed footage from a firefight, and a wounded 20-year-old lance corporal being tended to by his Marine colleagues. (He does not survive.) Special diplomatic envoy Richard Holbrooke, current chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Mike Mullen and Stanley McChrystal, current Commander, U.S. Forces in Afghanistan, sit for interview chats, but aren’t just given free reign to wander through administration talking points; they’re actually questioned, and respond in detail. Diplomats and authors like Celeste Ward and Alex Thier also get their time, but Smith and Gaviria tie things together in comprehensive (if unnerving) fashion, detailing the systemic culture of Afghan outpost corruption any attempts at lasting peace must markedly erode. It also shows how the heroin and marijuana trades help fund terrorist operations, to the tune of $100 million per year. There’s a lot of meat here, in other words; most notable is Mullen’s detailed assertion about intercepted communication exchanges between Taliban and Pakistan’s Inter-Services Intelligence agency.
Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case, Obama’s War comes to DVD presented in 16×9 widescreen, with an English language stereo audio track that more than adequately handles the disc’s meager aural demands. There are unfortunately no supplemental bonus features. To purchase this DVD, or any other Frontline title, phone (800) PLAY-PBS, or click here. A- (Movie) D (Disc)
Another iteration of the Robin Hood story lurks on the summer movie horizon, starring Russell Crowe and directed by Ridley Scott. For those who like a little sci-fi injected with their period piece action, however, there’s the new-to-DVD Syfy Channel movie Beyond Sherwood Forest.
Starring Robin Dunne and Erica Durance, the film touts itself as offering up a story of danger and derring-do, of fantasy and phantasms. Twelfth century England is the backdrop, and the narrative focuses on a fairly typical, broadly defined mixture of heroism and villainy. The Sheriff of Nottingham has unleashed a hideous winged monster, a tortured forest spirit, to destroy the gentle towns and woods of England, massacre outlaw archer Robin’s men and capture his Maid Marian (Durance). The question, then, is whether the so-called Prince of Thieves (Dunne) and his gallant crew can defeat this nasty beast from another world, and save all the nearby innocent men and women.
Directed by Peter DeLuise, Beyond Sherwood Forest features the sort of special effects one would expect from a cable production, and rather clumsily presses the keys and levers of tyranny, black magic and in particular romance — the latter of which plays rather like an ironed-on patch. A capable band of supporting players (including Julian Sands, Katharine Isabelle and David Richmond-Peck) inject some underlined emotion into the proceedings, but the movie’s combination of myth and realism never really coalesces in a meaningful or clever way, or transcends its genre roots; this is basically a piece of clamorous entertainment pitched at fourth- and fifth-graders, and even then it only provides desultory, momentary, diversionary delights.
Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case, Beyond Sherwood Forest comes presented in 1.78:1 anamorphic widescreen, with an English language Dolby digital 5.1 surround sound audio track, and optional English SDH subtitles. Bonus features include a brief behind-the-scenes featurette and the movie’s theatrical trailer. More talk about the reason for this sort of twist on the age-old story (if any, really) would have been a welcome inclusion. To purchase the DVD via Amazon, click here. C- (Movie) D (Disc)
How did our biology round into shape, though, and how does our collective and individual knowledge (or lack thereof) of that process inform and relate to our relationships with each other, and other animals? NOVA’s engrossing
documentary Becoming Human gets at this nut, bit by bit, exploring how new scientific and geological discoveries are transforming views of
our earliest ancestors. Featuring interviews with renowned scientists,
footage shot as fossils as unearthed and interesting computer-generated
animation, this
meaty nonfiction special brings early hominids to life in a most engaging fashion, examining how
they lived and how we became the creative, adaptable (and self-centered) modern humans
of today.
Comprised of three hour-long sections, writer-director Graham Townsley’s Becoming Human doles out a lot of university-stamped research, certainly — the type of stuff that Sarah Palin would not want to sit and absorb. Pitched somewhere between a general high school-level class and college lecture, this is come-along, heavy-lifting viewing to a certain degree, but not unduly so. If the facts swim together a bit, what will no doubt most connect with viewers are the computerized recreations of hominid life millions of years ago, which do a good job of charting and underscoring individual development as it relates to group social behavior.
Becoming Human‘s first “episode” centers around the amazingly complete fossilized remains of a three-million-year-old female — nicknamed Selam, but also frequently known as “Lucy’s baby” — packed with clues as to why we split from the apes, came down from the trees and started walking upright. Working forward in time, Townsley looks at what forces led to a great African exodus and why certain ancestral cousins (like a three-foot-tall “hobbit” that never migrated from Indonesia) died out, before eventually, in the final hour, getting into humans’ capacities for survival, competition, invention and artistic expression. No word on where Andy Milonakis fits into all of this, though.
Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case, Becoming Human comes to DVD presented crisply and cleanly in widescreen, free of any edge enhancement or artifacting. An English language simple stereo audio track more than adequately handles the meager aural demands of the title. There are unfortunately no supplemental bonus materials. To order a copy of Becoming Human, or other NOVA programs, call (800) PLAY-PBS or click here. B (Movie) D+ (Disc)
An intimately scaled, well acted little frontier drama based on a true story, The Donner Party examines one of the more oft-cited history book anecdotes of the great American spread to the west from the 1840s. Ignoring some of the limits of its own production means, and the fact that its three stars (Crispin Glover, Christian Kane and Clayne Crawford) taken in sum represent a righteous tongue-twister, the movie is a solid, crisply shot and engaging period piece morality play — ready-made for high school classroom viewing and subsequent discussion about group-benefit analysis in grim life-and-death situations.
In April of 1846, a group of settlers left Independence, Missouri, heading west to California in nine covered wagons. On the insistent advice of their leader, William Hastings, they tried a new route through the Sierra Nevada mountains, which they hoped would offer shorter passage to Sutter Fort. Whoops… not so much. The film picks up in December of the same year, with rations running low and no game left to hunt. After several early snowstorms, the group and its remaining at-odds leaders, William Foster (Glover) and William Eddy (Crawford, who comes across as Josh Duhamel, except with gravitas), find themselves lost, freezing and without any source of food. Sent west to rally a rescue party, Charles Stanton (Kane) returns and urges the group on, but when they do not come across a promised cache of food and supplies, all hell breaks loose. As snow falls, the threat of death and imminent starvation dissolves whatever remaining camaraderie between Foster, Eddy, Franklin Graves (Mark Boone Junior) and the rest of the group might remain, and they’re forced to entertain the notion of sacrificing one another as a source of nourishment.
Written and directed by T.J. Martin, The Donner Party benefits from some nice location filming, but is obviously shot on a shoestring, which handicaps a few scenes. Still, apart from some awkward and unnecessary voiceover narration that mars its opening, the plainness and straightforwardness of its narrative most benefits the film. This story is about individuals’ moral compasses and how extreme duress warps those — about weighing one’s conscience against a will to survive. Heady, complicated, gritty stuff, really, with no single, simple answer. So it helps that the performances — starting with Glover’s quivering turn, in which delicateness morphs into effete bravado and then something more animalistic — are for the most part smartly modulated things. With all the overemphasized talk of meat, one sort of starts to wonder where the veggies are, or at least some dug-up roots or tree bark; there’s a spoof lurking just off-frame here. Still, the story is inherently a dramatic one, and it’s capably rendered here.
Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case, The Donner Party comes to DVD presented in 2.35:1 anamorphic widescreen, with an English language stereo audio track and optional, lazy English and Spanish subtitles that leave more than a bit to be desired in their translations. Apart from chapter-stop selection and a gallery of start-up trailers for other First Look DVD titles, like Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans and Lost City Raiders, there are no supplemental features included herein. To purchase the DVD via Amazon, click here. B (Movie) D- (Disc)
Over at the Los Angeles Times, Geoff Boucher has an interview with director Joe Johnston regarding The Wolfman, which I skipped earlier this week for Please Give. My first thought was in regards to the accompanying picture: “Jesus, that guy looks old and more than a bit beaten down. Is this the same guy who so capably put audiences through the paces in Jurassic Park III?”
Getting into the meat of the piece, though, it’s clear this is a fairly rah-rah thing; there’s the obligatory, cursory mention of Mark Romanek’s departure three weeks before shooting, but not much detail. We’re told editor Dennis Virkler and composer Danny Elfman were also swapped out — for Walter Murch and Paul Haslinger respectively — and that Johnston “discovered” a startling and different cut of the movie in the editing room, especially after an upgrade in some 200 visual effects scenes were spliced in. Still, the lack of answers, or specific edifying information, hangs over the entire interview.
If Universal really pushed the budget upwards, toward $120 million (ironic, given that their reticence over going much past $100 million was cited as being at the root of creative differences with Romanek) what does this realistically say about their expectations for the film? Is it covering a short bet, essentially, a box office grab? Is Anthony Hopkins — lured back to the movie with promises of reinserted scenes now back on the cutting room floor — really so happy with the finished product? Is it really reasonable to harbor any ideas of sequels given the historical mismanagement of Universal’s monster movie library? And is the film going to be able to out-gross, per screen, Avatar in the latter’s ninth week of release?