Monday, March 17, 2008

No Country for Old Men



No Old Country for Old Men is a brand new example of deserved critical hype. It's a damn good movie. It too is cynical about violence, about men, about the state of the world and the wages of sin. Evil takes a licking and keeps on ticking. And how often do we hear about awful things happening and think "what is this world coming to?" The answer is "no country for old men". Although, I guess this world's been effed up for as long as it's been turning, eh?

But as long as there's Tommy Lee Jones riding horses through my deserts, I'll feel alright about the mysterious, twisted, hell-bent Anton Chigurh's (a great performance deserving of awards by Javier Bardem).

But the kings are Coens. Two brothers still making interesting, entertaining, dark, oddly funny, and challenging movies after all these years.

It didn't move me as much as other films from 07 did, but I can only name a few that were better executed. And F.Y.I. - one of the best film adaptations of a book I can personally remember.

****

Snow Angels



This film had moments of real truth and others that rang false. When it was on, it was devastating. When it was off, the reality of the film is broken - odd given my next statements.

This film features broken people trying to do right, to be happy, to pick themselves up again, and then failing miserably. Then there are glimpses of hope, happiness, and simple pleasures before we are again reminded for the last time the effects of brokenness, mistakes, regret, and the like. That is the last thing we see before black and it is the feeling we leave the theater with. Life goes on, but it slows down and hurts for some of us. At first I thought the film had a cynical outlook, but now I'm thinking it's a realist film. Bitter and sweet at the same time.

It's not David Gordon Green's best film, but certainly nothing to be ashamed of. I was entertained and provoked into thought. I laughed. I didn't cry, but wouldn't not have felt manipulated if I had. This movie is honest even when the acting and the dialogue feel fabricated. Kate Beckinsale (who I like) is miscast. She doesn't fit in with the location, her co-stars, etc. She can cry, but the dramatic dialogue is case-in-point for the awkwardness that rubbed off on others (Nicky Katt especially).

I did love Sam Rockwell in the movie. He makes interesting acting choices. Even when he dangles over the unbelievable line, he keeps one foot rooted in reality. And the two young actors are case-in-point of the truth the film always finds its way back to.

***1/2

Blue



I was happy to take in a foreign film in my Theology in Hollywood class. Blue was a good one - superbly aesthetically pleasing, quiet, and deeply introspective with interesting editing and directing choices. It's at once unforgettable and confusing. I have to admit there were part I didn't get, namely the significance of the images of the final montage. I also was unsure of the some things until friends and my instructor pointed them out - such as the authorship of the central musical composition. It's worthy of further discussion. Comments are welcome and encouraged.

****

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Oscar Blowout! Everything Must Go!

WHO'S NOMINATED AND MY DESIRED PICK (N&DP) & IF I COULD HAVE GIVEN IT TO ANYONE (CGTA)



Best Actor
N&DP: George Clooney - MICHAEL CLAYTON
CGTA: George Clooney - MICHAEL CLAYTON

Best Supporting Actor
N&DP: Casey Affleck - THE ASSASSINATION OF JESSE JAMES BY THE COWARD ROBERT FORD
CGTA: Casey Affleck - THE ASSASSINATION OF JESSE JAMES BY THE COWARD ROBERT FORD





Best Actress
N&DP: I've only seen Ellen Page in JUNO
CGTA: Keri Russell - WAITRESS





Best Supporting Actress
N&DP: Saorise Ronan - ATONEMENT
CGTA: Emily Mortimer - LARS AND THE REAL GIRL

Best Original Screenplay

N&DP: Nancy Oliver - LARS AND THE REAL GIRL
CGTA: Nancy Oliver - LARS AND THE REAL GIRL

Best Adapted Screenplay

N&DP: Christopher Hampton - ATONEMENT
CGTA: James Vanderbilt - ZODIAC

Best Director
N&DP: Joel and Ethan Coen - NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN
CGTA: Joe Wright - ATONEMENT




Best Cinematography

N&DP: Seamus McGarvey - ATONEMENT
CGTA: Seamus McGarvey - ATONEMENT



Best Picture
N&DP: ATONEMENT
CGTA: ATONEMENT

Top 15 Favorite Films for 2007
1. Atonement
2. Zodiac
3. Lars and the Real Girl
4. The Wind that Shakes the Barley
5. Michael Clayton
6. No Country for Old Men
7. Sunshine
8. The Bourne Ultimatum
9. The King of Kong
10. Once
11. American Gangster
12. The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
13. The Darjeeling Limited
14. Dan in Real Life
15. Waitress



Haven't but want to see:

Gone Baby Gone
I'm Not There
The Savages
The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
In the Valley of Elah
In the Wild
Persepolis
Ratatouille
4 Months, 3 Weeks, 2 days
Margot at the Wedding

Saturday, February 9, 2008

Catch up Time...Dec - Feb 8



THE THING

This movie genuinely freaked me out. I watched it with my dog in the room late at night in dark. I've never been so afraid of a familiar friend. The special effects seem especially dated, but are quite effective at times. I enjoyed the psychological aspects of the film, but was more than happy to let the freaky alien freak me out. This may be the only movie in which I genuinely love the usually over-the-top Kurt Russell in. The Thing has all the makings of a horror classic, but also has the skill and talent to be a very good film across the board.

****



JUNO

I was quite taken by this film at first. It has some amazing scenes, and shows some great promise from writer Diablo Cody and actress Ellen Page and actor Michael Cera. But I have to say I'm beginning to buy into the backlash surrounding what is simultaneously its greatest asset and weakness: that script. These are generally unbelievable characters spouting unbelievable words (particularly from Juno herself), but it's those same unbelievable words that create the film's unique charm and humor. It can be too precious (maybe precocious is the right word) at times, but I did have a good time watching it. Great ending. Heart swells. I read this screenplay for class and saw how much the actors really added to this film. The script has the hype, but it's the cast that adds nuance and emotion to Cody's dialogue and characters. This script might have failed with a lesser cast. They're that important. The timing and pacing and reactions and so forth have to be just right. And they are.

***1/2



THERE WILL BE BLOOD

Daniel Day Lewis gets the hype. He's obviously adept at creating larger than life characters complete with where'd-that-come-from accents and blazing eyes (His Daniel Plainview is a kin to Bill the Butcher from Gangs of New York). He was my biggest problem with the movie. Too big, too out of control. He has some amazing scenes, but I can't help but be utterly aware of how manufactured his performance is. I was more impressed with Paul Dano. His pastor made me ashamed of those similar to the manipulative, power-and-respect hungry Christians who claim my faith. But he's spellbinding. His sermon in the church was disgusting, jaw dropping, and truly captivating. To see that knowing performance come from the preacher in contrast to the sly and quiet demeanor he shows usually was really...cool...and telling. This is an excellently made film. Gorgeous cinematography, good writing, and assured directing. But I'm going to give this a relatively low rating because of Lewis. He was that distracting. His zaniness in the last 10-20 minutes knocked me out of the reality of the movie. I asked myself as the credits rolled, "What am I supposed to take from this?"

***



THE ELEPHANT MAN

It's been quite a long time since I cried in a movie. I can't actually remember the last time. But tears were drawn out of me by this movie. I think I was just so involved with the title character that I would have bawled even if I just heard his voice from behind a black curtain. I struggled not to pity the man and to realize that sympathy is a completely different emotion. He's so richly created by John Hurt (under all that makeup) and writer/director David Lynch that I believed in the film's reality. Even when dialogue rises over that line of reality ("I am not an animal! I am a human being! I am a man!") , I cherished it because it was earned. There are truly beautiful scenes. The Elephant tore my heart out and I relished the feeling. Cliched but true: I am not the same person now after seen the film as I was before. I prayed to God thanking him for the film on the way back to my apartment. I cannot say that it can live up to that first viewing again, but I hope all of you get a first viewing like that of any film.

*****



THE ASSASSINATION OF JESSE JAMES BY THE COWARD ROBERT FORD

I loved this movie. To just see the power behind Casey Affleck's performance is worth the time. It's such a complicated character. He's meek, weak, a weasel, quick to anger, sensitive, proud, insecure...and so forth. Jesse James is frightening, truly frightening, and creates such tangible dramatic tension, but Brad Pitt cannot carry the persona consistently throughout the entire film. It's a good performance, don't get me wrong. It's his best in years, but he seems the most uncomfortable in the film. When his anger is quiet, I was tense in my bones. When he shouted, I didn't believe it. He looks amazing though. The entire film looks amazing. The script also does wonderful work with the vernacular of the time by not making it a distraction. The real thrill of the film is that it is surprising. Not jump out of your seat or twist ending surprises, just that there are moments and characters that are always surprising me throughout the film. Says a lot about American celebrity. I remember hearing Michael Phillips of the Chicago Tribune saying Ford was annoying, but I never tired of the guy or the performance. I think his character is more interesting than Jesse James', both the real man and the myth. I felt for the guy.

****



CASSANDRA'S DREAM

I was let down by this movie, but found enough to recommend a viewing. The first half is rather piss poor. The acting is clunky. Nothing is real. Farrell and McGregor's characters are brothers and good friends, but they seem so uncomfortable being together. They're not believable. I think much of the middle of the film is repetitive. Farrell - I don't want to kill him. McGregor - I think we oughtta. Farrell - I still don't want to kill him. McGregor - Come on, mate. We oughtta. Once they plot, once they go after the guy, I thought the film grew stronger. That's the kind of movie I wanted to see - confident, natural, conflicting. The actors had to grow into their roles. Woody Allen is one of the more interesting moralist filmmakers I've ever seen. It's a common theme in all the films I've seen him do. He's done it better than this before, but it was okay as a mild diversion. With all the stars in the film, I was actually much more impressed by the actresses and relative unknowns that played McGregor and Farrell's girlfriends. Natural and intriguing. Good performances that enriched the film.

***



ATONEMENT

I think this is my favorite film of last year. We'll see. Let me direct you to two of my friend's reviews on Criticinema.blogspot.com

And my comments in response: Regarding this batch of reviews, I must say I whole-heartedly agree with Dan and wonder what movie Stephen was watching. Now, let me preface the following comments with this: it's much easier and cowardly for me to argue via blog comments on the other side of the country.

I was never lost in this film. In fact, the jumping back and forth actually increased my interest. The flashback of Briony almost drowning and subsequent rescue fleshed out the young Briony's stake in Robbie. Clearer relationship. So when the 18 year reflects on her crush to her friend, we become all the more aware of the shock she felt as a child reading the letter and the pain and regret she now feels is more compelling. She loves her sister. But she had feelings for Robbie that anyone who had a crush at 13 can relate to. So close to them at 13, but at 18 so far away.
But that's just one instance.

Even though the film has those flashbacks, I think the plot is clear. It moves linearly throughout Briony's life. And how does she reveal her loved one's fates? Through story. Making the flashbacks and voice over fit perfectly.

I saw There Will be Blood and Atonement in the same week with different levels of anticipation for each, but the surprising thing was how personal Atonement was to me. I can't claim to have experienced such tragedy and turmoil, but the characters were so rich that they got under my skin (in a good way). I cared about the love story. I liked the characters and the themes. And with There Will be Blood, I spent so much time with such horrible people that I too felt horrible leaving the movie. That was a well made, excellent movie, but I don't really ever need to see it again. Atonement demands multiple viewings. It's that good and rewarding.

****1/2



CHARLIE WILSON'S WAR

Not as much of a lark as the trailers would have you believe. It goes by too quickly to really register in my memory. Tom Hanks and Julia Roberts (where'd that accent come from?) are having fun, but their performances don't really give me any sense of who these people really are. This is a movie about events masquerading as a character piece. That's good, though, because I didn't really care for Charlie Wilson. I did like Philip Seymour Hoffman, mostly because he was able to keep me involved in the story even when my interests were waning. It's the kind of performance where the actor is given maybe a bit too much leadway, but he was very entertaining nonetheless. My biggest complaint is that maybe it ends too quick. It's a big build up to the war, then it's shown in montage. Surely something interesting happened during those many years. And surely Charlie Wilson was involved.

***



THE PURPLE ROSE OF CAIRO

I've been on a Woody Allen kick lately. I talked to Annaliese Dykstra at length about Allen movies and the man. Talk to her. She's speaks very intelligently about the man.

I've wanted to see this movie for a while. Jeff Daniels in a Allen movie = cool. The film has a lot to say about fantasy versus real life and does so in a heightened world, one where a movie character walks off the screen to pursue a fan. Woody Allen seems to have a such a cynical view of life and romance, but it's hard to argue with the guy because he tells his stories very well. This is a comedy with little laughs, but its thematical execution and performances are all wonderful. I've discovered Mia Farrow who's such a delightful actress. She plays a naive woman here, but I've seen her have a sharp wit that is very attractive. She's not just Sinatra's ex. It seems that when fantasy faces the real world, Woody is rooting for fantasy to win out. I know how he feels. It won't, though, and we both know it.

***1/2



CRIMES AND MISDEMEANORS

Another Woody Allen movie, very much the superior of most. It's probably Annie Hall then C&M then Hannah and her Sisters for me right now. You know, so much is said about Woody Allen essentially playing himself whenever he's in his movies, but I couldn't be more pleased. He's much more interesting and entertaining that 90% of the other characters in comedies. In this film he deftly balances humor and dark drama by telling two thematically linked stories. Each serves its purpose wonderfully. We see yet again that Allen is convinced that the world is shit and love doesn't last. Again, it's hard to argue when he takes you through his stories. Thematically, Allen is strong again - the films has interesting and challenging things to say about God, sin, punishment, love, fidelity, guilt, and morality. It's a loaded movie, but never caves in under the weight of it's message. One story will pull you into the depths of your soul and the other will make you laugh and fall in love with Mia Farrow. All good things. When the stories come together, so does the message. The film can talk about all these things and still maintain a sense of entertainment. Martin Landau, Mia Farrow, Woody Allen and even Mister I've Got a One-Liner For Every Death on LAW AND ORDER Jerry Orbach are wonderful. Great movie.

****1/2



MANHATTAN

Love to Woody Allen seems to all be about timing, meeting the right woman at the right time and hoping that you're not seeing someone you can't get away from and likewise in regards to Ms. Right. And praying that Ms. Right doesn't tire of you and go into the arms of another man. He dates a 17 year old in the movie...so...gross...and similar to real life. Infidelity is a theme again like always, so simlar to real life. Woody is obviously trying to say something about how he views the world, and it occupies his time immensely for years. Woody writes female characters very well - witty and strong women that are easy to fall in love with. It's a good movie, but not superior Woody. Diane Keaton, Mariel Hemmingway, and Woody Allen are all wonderful.

***1/2

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Chad Betz Top 10 Films of 2007

1. No Country for Old Men
2. There Will Be Blood
3. Zodiac
4. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
5. Once
6. Ratatouille
7. Margot at the Wedding
8. The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
9. Death Proof
10. Eastern Promises

Monday, January 14, 2008

Chad Betz reviews The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

Julian Schnabel and Spielberg's current go-to DP Janusz Kaminski here devise a visceral cinematographic schema to take us within the mind of an almost totally paralyzed man who can only see out of one eye, which he uses to blink out his thoughts to those who loom into his line of sight like spectres from a life past and lost. We are brought into his means of communicating because we see the closing and opening darkness, once for "yes" and twice for "no." A voice-over provides us with his thoughts, which only he and us can hear. It's ingenious and difficult to take because we sit there in the theater and we look straight ahead at the screen and we taste a hint of what Monsieur Bauby experienced, because cinema only touches the same two senses that Bauby's cerebrovascular accident left him, seeing and hearing. A commercialized, forcefully sentimental, unimaginative approach was the only thing that could've brought down a film this simple and coursing with inherent pathos; thankfully the film's methods are equal parts French New Wave and Felliniesque, the sentiment is pure and undecorated, and the imagination is wild. This is fractured vision and sound with flights of memory and fantasy bursting from the ragged cracks, and Schnabel's and Kaminski's rendering of that state becomes rapturously poetic.

Of course, few audiences would be able to take a whole film trapped within that perspective, and as the film goes along it more and more frequently goes to the third person (perhaps representative of Bauby's growing out of his crushed self-absorption and becoming more thoughtful of the people in his life). There's also a fairly pop soundtrack, perhaps intended to tap into a playlist of favorite songs like Bauby might have done in his mind when there was no one to play the music for him. And it's understandable, because nobly enough, the last intention of this film is to depress. Bauby's suffering is ugly, but the things he sees are terrifyingly beautiful, and though the film certainly doesn't treat him as any sort of saint, his soul becomes beautiful to us as it reflects to us the beauty he perceives (through the book that he writes in the film and on which the film is based), too intense for him to absorb it all himself -- like the moon reflecting the light of the sun. This is not so much a "triumph of the human spirit" film as it's a "triumph of beauty over the broken human spirit" film. It won't make you feel good, necessarily, but it will make you glad for the life you have within you and will affect you by recognizing that same spark in those trapped by crumpled shells, by diving bells.

Chad Betz reviews Before the Devil Knows You're Dead

Before the Devil Knows You're Dead

Would anyone like this film outside of the slant "it's Lumet's big comeback"? Yes, the film has a certain sloppy energy to its direction and the acting of Hoffman, Hawke, and Tomei's breasts. But the nonlinear approach to a thriller looks plain amateurish and unwieldy compared to the way it's been handled in the past by Nolan and Tarantino; hell, Guy Ritchie did it better. And the cineastes want to talk about unlikable characters in Margot at the Wedding? There's not a single tolerable character in this fucking movie (the only other time I've ever said that about a film featuring Philip Seymour Hoffman was Capote). Usually that's not a big deal for me, but why am I supposed to care where this convoluted mess of a plot is taking these miserable characters, who do only two things: (1) screw/screw over each other (2) wallow. I even hated the little girl. SPOILER (if you can really spoil such sod as this): there's a point late in the film where Hoffman threatens to shoot Hawke and Hawke asks him to go ahead and do it. To which I wanted to say, "Yes, and save a bullet for me, too."

Seriously, where are these accolades coming from? Was anyone tricked into thinking it had tight plotting? Tight like a piece of ceram wrap wrapped around a big smelly fish. The character motivations never rise above questionable. The story's more dismal than No Country For Old Men's while lacking any of the poetry; the hammy stabs at profundity (Hoffman confessing his very obvious worthlessness to his dealer, Hoffman ransacking his own house, Hoffman crying about becoming his dad) seem pointless and mostly just a pain to watch. The film's conclusion quickly escalates into ridiculousness. And the editing together of all of it is haphazard and horrendous, the flashing freeze frame gimmick used to switch between timelines one of the worst crimes in the field since The Boondock Saints raped my eyeballs. Don't just avoid this movie, ostracize it.

Chad Betz reviews Margot at the Wedding

Margot at the Wedding

Coming off the painfully funny and unflinchingly incisive family divorce and dissection of The Squid and the Whale, Margot at the Wedding feels like it must also be stealing a hefty sum of pages from writer-director Noah Baumbach's own life, so unbearably realized are all of its characters and their interactions. Critics have lambasted this film for being a character-based drama without a single likable character; this is a definite case of misjudgment, as all these characters strike me as being a bit like William H. Macy's character from Magnolia, all still in search of a healthy and mature way to express the love that's causing them to behave in destructive patterns, unwittingly ruining their own loves and soiling their best intentions because they can't escape perspectives that are self-oriented. Of course, Nicole Kidman's character study is the centerpiece here, and if Daniel Day-Lewis was this year's embodiment of Ahabism, Kidman's work is more everyday if no less insidious, intense, and saddening. In the end the film is far more kind to her, though, implying that despite all her actions their is something redemptive in the movement of her heart, it's just a movement constantly distorted by her hubris.

The story drifts a bit between its events and would have benefited from the more pronounced building of tensions that Baumbach used to push The Squid and the Whale forward; also, the humor is still funny but less convincing than The Squid and the Whale's utterly natural incorporation of levity through the clash of character foibles. Watching Jack Black run for half a minute in fear of an incensed father made me chuckle, but it seems more of an insert than a result. If there's an improvement, it consists in Baumbach taking more cues from the early work of Eric Rohmer, crafting a talky film that doesn't really feel talky because the talk is not plot, it's character splayed out through the rhythms of conversation -- these long passages punctuated with almost-silent visual moments (Margot in the tree, the pool, the pig slaughtering, Margot running after the bus) that are thus imbued with force like that of a punch to the gut. Harris Savides made digital look like film earlier this year with Zodiac; here he channels the spirit of DP Nestor Almendros into a decidedly modern, loose approach that's the perfect fit for Baumbach's elaboration of connected short stories into one feature length. Not quite a great film perhaps, but like The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, it's at least a fine collection of great scenes that give some context to each other.

Chad Betz reviews No Country for Old Men

No Country For Old Men

In which the Coen Brothers erase the memory of their past few colossal flops and apply their strengths (dark humor, blunt editing, remarkable plotting focus) and the strengths of their cinematographer Roger Deakins (stark lighting, precise composition) to the most poignant thematic material they've yet handled, the apocalypse now jeremiad of Cormac McCarthy's wonderful little book. But the Coens don't just show a formally near-perfect handle on McCarthy's cinema-ready prose...for the first time I feel like they've fully grasped the emotional potentialities of the story they're telling, and their relatively straightforward adaptation of the book makes only the deftest tweaks to enhance the shuddering impact of their film.

From the introduction of the idea of the "dismal tide," the inevitable erosion of ourselves and the world in which we live, to the way the sheriff's monologues are integrated, sculpted, and emphasized, the Coens don't just "get it"; they're as moved by these things as we are, and their detailed work here conveys it, dare I say, heartbreakingly. One of the smartest changes is the removal of an episode between the sheriff and Llewellyn's father late in the book; this ensures that the film remains a landscape of boys, desperate men, and Chigurh's violent nihilism incarnate (tapping into the most hopeless form of male machismo) all fatherless, left to drag down their wives and mothers into the same pit. Just as it's a story without fathers (when Llewellyn tells Carla Jean to say goodbye for him to his dead mother, it's like his father never even existed), it's a world without a Father. This is a damned bleak scene to paint. The faint, almost completely stifled hope of the film lies in the sheriff's stories about his predecessors, about his father who died young, in the sheriff's dream of his father that closes the book and the film with one last quiet but resonant note of grace. Maybe it is just a dream, the light which we cling to, but it's absolutely necessary in a reality that spews up darkness to tear away at every earthly love and possession.