Category Archives: Film

B[ad] movie?

So I saw Van Helsing last night, Stephen Sommers’ new monster flick; a veritable beast-fest, in which an amnesiac monster hunter, Van Helsing (Hugh Jackman) is deployed by a special order of the Catholic Church to find and destroy Dracula, in Transylvania, and rescue the beautiful Anna Valerius’ (Kate Beckinsale) family from literal damnation. So far, one might think, so good. Or not.

In Transylvania, he fights a werewolf, rescues Frankenstein’s monster, punches Vampiric Oompa-Loompas in the face and comes toe-to-toe with Dracula and his three ‘brides’, as well as a near-infinite number of highly explosive vampire-babies. All accompanied by his very own version of Sancho Panza, the comical Carl, played by David Wenham (last seen being ever-so-slightly more manly as Farramir in the Lord of the Rings movies).

The film is hysterical. It can’t be judged by any objective aesthetic criteria; as a movie it is flawed; the plot is slightly convoluted, it has deus ex machina written all over it, characterisation is shallow and the resolution couldn’t be more cheesey if it was an excessively ripe gorgonzola with a best before date sometime in the last century. The one-liners are terrible (and therefore excellent).

As a pastiche, though, its brilliant. Reviews have slated it for demeaning the monster flick oeuvre (please!), and for its poor characterisation. But if you go in expecting silly, full-on entertaining hero-slaying-monster type action, and don’t suffer from any kind of cinematic lactose intolerance, you will be entertained.

Warning, though: if you are serious about your monster movies, don’t go. You’ll be upset at apparent flaws in logic, the comic lovability of Frankenstein’s monster, the cute yet explosive creatures, the terrible, but wonderful dialogue, and the Valerius family in the sky. Still, I had fun, and wanted to write something in defense of the film when everyone I went to see the film with came out saying it was “terrible, but I enjoyed it.” I think its more than just comically entertaining; I think they went for exactly what they got; a B-movie for the 21st Century, and a damn sight more entertaining than Mars Attacks (admittedly made in the 90s).

Oh – it has a soundtrack by the awesome Alan Silvestri (of minor fame from the Back to the Future soundtrack), which I also liked. And there was another deeply weird trailer – Gwyneth Paltrow, Jude Law and Angelina Jolie in Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, a 1940s SciFi flick (oh yes). Can’t wait, now.

[Listening to: Staring at the Sun – The Offspring – Americana (02:14)]

The good, the bad…

The good: the M*A*S*H finale. For those who didn’t know, M*A*S*H was a TV series that ran from 1972-1983, spun off a 1970 movie of the same name. It stands for “Mobile Army Surgical Hospital”, and the series (and the film) is a satirical take on the Vietnam war, set, appropriately enough, during the Korean war.

Struggling through a mediocre first few series, the characters and storylines matured into genuinely profound reflections on war, wartime morality, and how individual characters struggled with the lunacy of their situation. As with all good things, though, it came to an end in 1983 with a two and a half hour special, outlining the end of the war, the main character (Alan Alda, playing Captain ‘Hawkeye’ Piers) having a nervous breakdown, and each of the other major members of the cast dealing with their own drama.

I started watching M*A*S*H on my Dad’s inspiration a couple of years ago, the repeats obligingly running on Paramount Comedy twice daily and Tivo carefully picking them up for me, and have been moved by various episodes. It’s truly well written at times, and absolutely brilliant in general. The finale was no exception; watched on its original screening in 1983 by 106 million people, no sitcom has, in the intervening time, got close to those numbers, not even the up-and-coming Friends finale. I think they’re starting to release MASH on DVD now; if you haven’t seen it, you should really try to get hold of some.

Oddly, I hadn’t seen the finale at the time I had my dream about it. Peculiar.

The bad: Secret Window, Johnny Depp and Stephen King’s new film. Utterly mediocre, despite a decent performance from Mr Depp as a heartbroken novelist, the twist was genuinely completely predictable (and I normally don’t get these at all), and not really entertaining in any real way. Unless you want to see Mr Depp put on a Mississipi accent and wear a funny hat….

[Listening to: Miami – Will Smith – Big Willie Style [UK] (03:18)]

Bloating…

I just keep adding stuff to this site and it keeps getting messier and bigger… But hopefully more functional. You can now subscribe to this blog (see right hand column) to get a daily email of updates, and you can googlesearch it (see left hand column).

But today is the first day of anything resembling sunshine we’ve had in about two weeks, so I’m going to stop blogging and go outside and enjoy it.

But first, a link to the trailer for Zach Braff’s new film, Garden State. Zach is ‘JD’ from Scrubs, which is possibly my favourite medical sitcom ever. Oh, hang on… The film does look intriguing, and like it has nothing to do with doctors, and something to do with Natalie Portman. Check it.

[Listening to: Growing on me – The Darkness – Come Away With Me (04:12)]

Eternal sunshine #2

I tried writing a little more about Eternal Sunshine this morning and found myself really struggling. There’s something about Charlie Kaufman scripts that seem to really have me empathising to a degree that makes successful articulation of my emotional and intellectual response very, very difficult; the same was true for Adaptation, which was generally thought of to be an inferior film, and even, to a lesser extent, Being John Malkovich, which was excellent but slightly sillier.

Here’s what it was about, I think, in as much of a nutshell as I can get: it was a story about true love, but the film was really about second chances. It was about learning from our mistakes and how we can’t if we forget, about accepting certain realities about who we are and our own limitations, and ultimately, it seemed to me that Mr Kaufman believes that love will find a way.

It’s not a naive sentiment; the film explores the issues of true love in the context of the complications of real human interaction, dark edges and all. In fact, most of the film is dark edges; but casting those shadows, I think, is an uber-metaphorical ultra-poncey sunshine of optimism.

It’s really, really good. And I do love Kirsten Dunst, and Kate Winslet both. Wonderful. And Jim Carrey gets whole new respect from me; I’m not one of those who harbours an irrational dislike for the rubber-faced comedy actor: in fact, seeing him in The Truman Show and The Majestic demonstrated the breadth of his range. This movie really shows him at his best.

Complete aside: I also saw the trailer for the new Coen brothers film, which looks like it could be entertaining, especially if you like Tom Hanks.

[Listening to: Money for Nothing – Dire Straits (04:09)]

The infinite glimmering of the unblemished consciousness

Even if it hadn’t been Kirsten Dunst (for whom my love is REAL, I tell you) reciting these lines, they’d still have been beautiful. What a film. I’ve never seen anything quite like it.

More tomorrow.

“How happy is the blameless Vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d. ”
                           — Alexander Pope

[Listening to: my own thoughts (6:42)]

you know what’s good about Maggie Gyllenhaal

…other than the fact that her name’s ludicrously hard to spell?

Everything.

But its because of Secretary, the 2002 movie by little-known director Steven Shainberg, that I’m saying this.

Finally seen yet another in my list of movies-to-be-seen (I will watch Donnie Darko v. soon!), and deeply enjoyed it. Here’s what you get: recently discharged from a mental institution, from a family imposed stay following their near-fatal discovery of her more self-damaging tendencies, Lee Holloway (Maggie-dear) looks for a way to put meaning into her life, and begins to find it in the routine tedium of an administrative job. “It’s boring, very boring. You’re over qualified, really,” says Mr Gray (James Spader), clearly selling the job well. “I like boring,” is Lee’s simple reply, and on they go. What follows is an absolutely bizarre courtship, complicated by Lee’s semi-autistic fiancee (also the victim of a nervous breakdown), and the progression of Mr Gray’s relationship with Lee Holloway from curt boss and fragile employee to (literal) sadist and (literal, but empowered) masochist.

And then they fall in love.

I don’t know how this holds up in terms of authenticity, but the film does what I require from film: it tells a story well, with believeable (albeit improbable) characters and a strong narrative drive, with superb acting on all parts, even the more minor characters. Jeremy Davies, who plays Peter, Lee’s fiancee, provides the same delightfully quirky semi-autistic performance he gave in Solaris, Steve Soderbergh’s remake of the 1972 movie of the same name. Maggie and James are both solid, too.

Highly recommended (though probably not for younger audiences).

[Listening to: Tonight, Tonight – Smashing Pumpkins – Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness (04:15)]

Passionately pointless

I finally watched The Passion of the Christ. No moral outrage, oddly enough: I see what the fuss was about, and am glad to have seen the film for that reason, but on calm reflection found nothing morally objectionable about the film. I do, on the other hand, have some slight artistic outrage at the limited aesthetic values of the film.

What were Mel’s motivations? He claims to have been inspired by the Holy Spirit – of course I think that’s less than likely. It seemed more likely that Mel was making a personal effort to stir up Christianity as a whole; which I don’t find laudable, but certainly don’t think should be beyond his rights (although I don’t doubt that Mel believes that the Holy Spirit directed the film…).

The film, though, isn’t one with a good story: which is tragic, given that most of the stories about Jesus, whether you’re a Christian or not, are fascinating. The story of the big JC’s final hours is diminished by emphasizing the brutal torture rather than making an attempt at cohesive, coherent narrative flow. The torture/flashback sequences get, for want of a better word, somewhat tortured after about 30 minutes, and I found it remarkably difficult to empathize with Jesus’ reticence; which was just irritating.

I think most of the cries of “anti-semite” were overstated. It is true that Pilate’s role in Jesus’ torture and crucifixion is played down; but, in fact, the performance of Pilate was superb, and it was an interesting perspective, if one without massive historical evidence. But the Jews were hardly made out to be vicious psychopaths – only Caiaphas, really, and his motivation would be clear to anyone with any inkling of the story. Mob psychology is clearly the order of the day.

In short, furore aside, you’d be better off watching the 1973 Jesus Christ Superstar. It has a better grasp of the themes of Jesus’ life, the tragedy of Jesus’ death and a coherent flow from one to the other, not to mention some very funky tunes. The Passion seems more like a manic snuff film than anything else; but I guess, if that’s your thing, then go for it.

[Listening to: The Look Of Love – Diana Krall – Live In Paris (05:00)]

Three films & some random bits

Alright, I’m knackered, it’s been a long weekend, and it was a ludicrously long week before that.

But, three films seen recently before I forget that I’ve seen them:

Mystic River – winning Academy Awards for Tim Robbins and Sean Penn, this was an entertaining and eminently watchable film. It tells the story of three childhood friends, separated by time and distanced by a traumatic incident in Tim Robbins’ character’s childhood, coming together when Sean Penn’s character’s daughter is brutally murdered.

House of Sand and Fog – a gruelling, yet beautiful and moving film, I felt I’d achieved something by the time I’d finished watching this. An administrative error leads to Kathy (the beautiful, beautiful Jennifer Connelly) losing her house to the state, who auction it to Masoud Behrani, a retired Iranian army Colonel immigrant played brilliantly by Ben Kingsley. The film tells the story of the confrontation of wills, and deals with issues of alienation, identity, self-worth and depression.

Batman: Mystery of the Batwoman – evidently the only cheerful film I’ve seen in a while, Bruce Wayne has to work out who a mysterious new vigilante is, at the same time dealing with the likes of the Penguin, Rupert Thorne, Mr Dusquene and Bane. A good story, well animated and acted, and with GREAT DVD Extras.

Now, to sleep, perhance to dream (superhero dreams)…

[Listening to: Stupid Thing – Aimee Mann – Waiting for My Rocket to Come (04:27)]

Spirited Away

Finished watching it now. Very good. Very touching, very beautiful, very well animated, a good story well told. And the frog is brilliant, if incidental. Particularly good also are the very cute rat/baby and little vulture/bird

Go, watch it now.

[Listening to: Waiting for My Real Life to Begin – Colin James Hay – Going Somewhere (05:46)]

I hate jet-lag

It’s been nearly a week and I’m still waking up too early. Of course, this morning it was at least partly caused by some monkey (silly monkey, look at the silly monkey) trying to fax our house phone at 06.32, and, of course, BT “do not have the caller’s number”.

Two films to talk about briefly; both of which I dozed off in, and therefore comments will be insubstantial. The first, an American movie (apparently for a change) – Ocean’s Eleven (the remake). This was re-watched the other night following a late supper with Kate, because we both felt the need for a silly film. Of course, I’d seen it before, but still deeply enjoyed the excellent performances from Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Friends’ Elliot Gould, and the deeply amusing Bernie Mac (who reminds me of the excellent and improbably named Cedric the Entertainer). It was great for the second time, even if I did doze off a couple of times, but was disappointed to find out that the sequel, due out next year, is going to be called Ocean’s Tweleve. Come on, guys, some imagination!

The second is the beautiful but VERY weird and very Japanese Spirited Away, which, unsurprisingly I watched with Matt and James. Like Princess Mononoke, its a fantastical Japanese anime film, but not really comparable in any other way. It dealt with extremely odd concepts of reality, good and evil, and had some of the weirdest protagonists I’d ever seen. The heroine, a little girl called Chihiro, struggles through a kind of twisted dystopic ‘Wonderland’, assisted and sometimes antagonised by a talking frog (nothing Disney about him), a dragon vaguely reminiscent of Atreyu (or was it Valkor) from the Never Ending Story, and a monochrome monolith called ‘No Face’ in an effort to rescue her parents, who have been turned into pigs. I’m going to watch the end of that film again to catch what I missed out on through my inadvertant naps – definitely intriguing.

I also finished reading Jennifer Government and Hey Nostradamus, mentioned in earlier posts. Spectacular books, both, one for its comic simplicity and the latter for being a profound and moving examination of faith in the face of hardship. I’m not a religious man, but have come from that background and was very impressed with Douglas Coupland’s careful narrative, telling an excellent story as well as dealing with issues of struggling with faith and dealing with personal disaster.

Oh, and a link to a “hot internet nerd” – a 20-year old girl from somewhere in the US who’s made a name for herself largely by being a girl and promoting herself as an ordinary individual. Unlike some of the weirdos on the internet, I didn’t surf to her site by typing “hot internet nerd” into google (no, really), but rather through a link in someone’s blog that I was reading. Honest. Anyway, I thought her blog was reasonably amusing for those with a spare minute.

Busy week this week. Posting frequency to resume at the weekend. Hope you’ve all had an egg-filled Easter and are ready to rumble. By the way, you might want to steer clear of Primrose Hill for a few days – those durned kids with their egg-and-spoon races have left fragments of boiled eggs all over the place. It’s going to smell like the 3rd circle of hell in a few days…

[Listening to: Try – Nelly Furtado – Folklore (04:40)]