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Rhyme and Reason

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Rhyme and Reason

Monthly Archives: April 2018

Still Mine (2013)

19 Thursday Apr 2018

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Drama, Romance

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(Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a paragraph and create a poem from the words in it. Thus, I drew from the first two paragraphs of my review below, which I wrote first, and rearranged the words into a bit of free verse.)

 

Marriage can be a big deal
When young, focused on opportunities,
Strong and of the opinion that a relationship
Invariably
Leads to an empire declining.

But when the enduring,
The building, the well-acted long-suffering,
The stubborn not letting go is decades-long
(Not depressingly),
It is prized by the two that are one.

Even with health slowing,
Faithfulness deteriorates not.
___________________

MPAA rating: PG-13 (for language and a non-explicit bedroom scene)

The movie industry invariably favors the young, so strong roles for older actors and actresses are prized opportunities. One example that got awards attention was 2015’s 45 Years, which was well-acted but depressingly focused on how easily a decades-long marriage can fall apart. Still Mine is like the anti-45 Years, with James Cromwell and Genevieve Bujold showing the long-suffering faithfulness of a moving and enduring relationship, yet it didn’t get much notice outside its native Canada, despite being a far better film in my opinion.

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Based on a true account, Cromwell plays Craig Morrison, the owner of several hundred acres in New Brunswick and a small farm empire that includes lumber, strawberries, and cattle. Now that he’s in his eighties, he’s slowing down and letting go of parts of his business, yet his wife Irene’s declining health leads him to start building a smaller house not far from their current one, which is now too big for the two of them. Decades before, that may have been no big deal, but it doesn’t take long for Craig to come into conflict with government bureaucrats, who insist that his unauthorized building (even on his own land) violates regulations. As Irene deteriorates into dementia, Craig must care for her and prove how stubborn he can be when he knows he’s in the right.

Cromwell gives an outstanding performance, the kind that makes you wonder why he’s never won an Oscar, though he did win the Canadian equivalent for this very role. He and Bujold share a tender warmth together, which swings from humorous reminiscences to extreme frustration yet remains unshakable. One conversation even reveals Irene’s jealousy over one of Craig’s past loves, and while that was the entire conflict of 45 Years, it’s a mere footnote in this love story. Craig’s interactions with his worried kids, nosy neighbors, and intractable bureaucrats confirm him as a willful but competent man whose decades of experience are not something to be underrated.See the source imageI’m torn on how to rank Still Mine. I feel like it could be List-Worthy, but there’s something keeping me from being sure, so I’ll err on the side of caution and name it a high Runner-Up. Cromwell is at his best here with a script that calls out the narrow demands of government overregulation while painting an affectionate picture of long-suffering love with both humor and pathos. It makes me think I ought to explore what other gems Canada has to offer.

Best line: (Craig, to one of his grandsons) “You mean to tell me you’re nine years old and no one’s told you who Babe Ruth is yet?”
(grandson) “No, how old are you?”
(Craig) “Eighty-seven.”
(grandson) “Do you know who Drake is?”
(Craig) “Who?”
(grandson) “Then we’re even.”

 

Rank: List Runner-Up (a very high one)

 

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The Darkest Hour (2011)

18 Wednesday Apr 2018

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(Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem in reverse based on another, but, going out of town today, I’m afraid I don’t have enough time to do that idea justice, so here’s an off-prompt one.)

 

We hope we’re alone in the universe,
We hope that, in case we are wrong,
The aliens out there are friendly
And might want to just get along.

But if it turns out we’re mistaken
And they have designs on the earth,
The way we respond may determine
How much we believe it is worth.
___________________

MPAA rating: PG-13

Were you expecting last year’s Oscar-winning biopic about Winston Churchill? Psych! That would be Darkest Hour, while this post is for The Darkest Hour. Big difference. The Darkest Hour is instead an alien invasion flick from 2011, the kind of reasonably decent sci-fi you might find in the bargain bin of the supermarket, which is where I found it.

At its core, The Darkest Hour isn’t much different from War of the Worlds, but the trappings and circumstances are different enough that it doesn’t feel like a total copy. Instead of the usual American setting, we see the worldwide invasion from Moscow, where two American software developers (Emile Hirsch, Max Minghella) are stranded when aliens float down from the sky, wipe out all electronics, and start disintegrating every human in sight. Accompanied by another pair of American tourists (Olivia Thirlby, Rachael Taylor) and a Swedish jerk (Joel Kinnaman), they make their way through the city in search of a way out and a way to fight back.

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There’s really no depth whatsoever to the characters; they’re all simply thrown together during this apocalypse, trying to find the balance between survival and panic. Except for Kinnaman, though, the actors are all likable enough, even if the aliens are the real reason to watch. Owing to its limited budget, the aliens are invisible most of the time, which usually adds to the tension and allows for some clever hints to their presence, since they activate nearby light bulbs and electronics. Their effects for dispatching humans are also striking (though reminiscent of Jean Grey’s Phoenix powers in X-Men: The Last Stand), and the way they shred their victims is both shocking and bloodless for that PG-13 rating.

I don’t know: The Darkest Hour isn’t an especially good or unique film, yet I find it oddly watchable, like the kind of movie you can just leave on in the background and let your attention wander back and forth from it. It also managed to surprise me with who makes it and who doesn’t, since I guess I assumed all four of the main characters would make it. Maybe I just wasn’t thinking the first time, since it actually is a little obvious in retrospect. Either way, The Darkest Hour isn’t a complete waste of time and has some strong moments for those who love the alien invasion genre.

Best line: (Sean, in a bar) “No civilization is without religion or alcohol.”   (Ben) “That’s why I drink religiously.”

 

Rank: Honorable Mention

 

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The Last Days (2013)

17 Tuesday Apr 2018

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Disaster, Drama, Foreign, Sci-fi, Thriller

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(Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was for a memorable family anecdote. Instead of some specific story, I incorporated a few into a societal critique.)

There’s so much that we used to do
When we would go outside.

The sun would bake us at the beach
And leave us peeling for a week,
And kites would soar far out of reach
Until we practiced our technique.
We’d grumble as we walked the dog
And stumbled through the morning fog.
There’s so much we would take in stride
When we would go outside.

The mountain trails would call our name
And leave us awed and insect-bitten.
At the park, we’d choose our game,
Get stuck in trees we thought we’d fit in,
Find we’re lost beyond belief,
Then find our way with sighed relief.
There’s so much that we dared and tried
When we would go outside.

Interiors are now default,
The “Great Outdoors” a memory,
And from our comfort-ridden vault,
A screen eclipses earth and sea.
Although we know without a doubt,
We’re on the inside looking out.
There’s so much that we are denied
When we won’t go outside.
_____________________

MPAA rating: Unrated (should be R due to profanity in the subtitles, maybe PG-13 without that, though there’s still some brief violence and nudity)

When you see deserted city streets littered with abandoned cars and roaming animals, what explanation comes to mind first? These days, it’s probably a zombie apocalypse or maybe an alien invasion, right? The Last Days suggests a much simpler kind of apocalypse, though, one where people don’t dare go outside, but not because of some creature lurking out there; they simply die if they leave shelter.

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A Spanish thriller perhaps influenced by the surrealist film The Exterminating Angel, The Last Days (or Los Últimos Días) triggers its apocalypse gradually, with people suddenly contracting severe agoraphobia or fear of open spaces. Walking outside provokes a deadly seizure, so people end up stranded in whatever building they happen to be in at the time. Some viewers may have trouble taking such an epidemic seriously, but it’s revealed gradually through flashbacks and treated with dead seriousness and great realism. In the case of Marc (Quim Gutiérrez), he was at work when it hit and has spent the last three months trapped inside his Barcelona office building, taking turns with his coworkers to dig a tunnel to the subway. When they finally reach this chance to travel to other parts of the city, he sets out in search of his girlfriend Julia (Marta Etura), grudgingly aided by corporate firing specialist Enrique (José Coronado).

The Last Days works well on several levels: as a slow but compelling journey through end-of-the-world encounters, as a grim but endearing buddy movie, and as an outlet for subtle social themes. Of course, the apocalyptic settings are the biggest focus, but it felt unique to have the danger come not from some monster but from other people, some of whom band together to support each other while others compete violently for limited resources. The relationship between Marc and Enrique is an unlikely pairing based on where they started before the disaster, but I liked the way they both relate to each other’s goals and fears, helping each other along the way. The social message I mentioned may come off as obvious in some ways, with people’s fear of leaving their homes taken to an extreme, but there are other understated themes broached, such as the concern of bringing children into a world of doubt and uncertainty.

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I entertained ranking The Last Days as a List Runner-Up, but the ending really put it over the top. For a film with so much depressing atmosphere and tragedy, it ends on a surprisingly uplifting note that in some ways felt like the kind of ending Passengers should have had if it had tried harder. I was also impressed by the quality acting and production values and particularly by one long tracking shot through a scene of chaos. (Have I mentioned I love those kinds of scenes?) Don’t expect a lot of action, but if you can buy into its uniquely subdued form of disaster, The Last Days has much good to offer.

 

Rank: List-Worthy

 

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Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle (2017)

16 Monday Apr 2018

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(Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was for a poem concerning play or a game, so a movie about a game seemed like a no-brainer, especially since I worked in a bit of rhyme from the film itself. It’s from the perspective of the game.)

Ha, ha! Here they come!
Someone’s found me at last!
I’m as bored as they look
And in need of a blast.
They pause at this chance
To play like in years past.

But though they may believe me lame,
An old, archaic parlor game,
They always play me all the same.

Ha, ha! Here they go!
Fun is not a hard sell.
Well, my fun at least,
Though they’ll have some as well.
It’s time now to play
And perhaps to raise hell.

So when you’re bored, keep me in mind,
“A game for those who seek to find
A way to leave their world behind.”
_______________________

MPAA rating: PG-13

When I first heard that there would be a sequel to Jumanji, a beloved childhood classic for me, I declared it sacrilege. When I saw the trailer for Welcome to the Jungle, I was suspicious but open to this new version of the cinematic game. And now that I’ve seen it, I’m actually surprised at how well it turned out. This is a rare example of a sequel/reboot done right, in that it doesn’t try to live up to its 22-year-old predecessor, instead charting a creative and modern course with the barest homage to the original.

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After doing who-knows-what to those French kids at the end of the first movie, the Jumanji game somehow ends up back in New Hampshire, but when faced with the competition of console video games, it transforms itself into a video game. It is later found by a quartet of high schoolers in detention, who are sucked into an actual jungle environment and transformed into highly contrasting avatar bodies: nerdy kid Spencer (Alex Wolff) into a hunky archaeologist (Dwayne Johnson), football player Fridge (Ser’Darius Blain) as a diminutive lackey (Kevin Hart), shy misfit Martha (Morgan Turner) into a butt-kicking heroine (Karen Gillan), and self-absorbed brat Bethany (Madison Iseman) into a fat man (Jack Black).

It sounds complicated when you describe it in detail, but the premise is fairly straightforward as the no-longer-teenagers navigate the dangerous levels of the game in an effort to escape. Turning Jumanji itself into a video game was actually a brilliant idea, keeping it different from the original and updating the concept to our more virtual world. Plus, it allows for a great many jokes as it incorporates the conventions of video games into the very fabric of the plot, such as multiple lives and various abilities and weaknesses.

The main draw for humor, though, is the cast of charismatic stars playing against type…well, except Kevin Hart. He’s his usual rowdy self, but it’s great fun watching the Rock realize his own strength or Jack Black impersonate a teenage girl. Karen Gillan’s attempts to gain more confidence and learn the ways of flirting are particularly funny, and aside from some admittedly amusing penis jokes from Black, the PG-13 rating keeps things both tame and entertaining, even working in a bit of genuine emotion by the end.

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As much as I enjoyed the video game reworking of Jumanji, it couldn’t hope to match my fondness for the original, even if it’s infinitely better than I had expected a year ago. I’m glad too that they didn’t try to replace Robin Williams or anything like that, instead offering a subtle reference to confirm this as a respectable sequel. It now makes me wonder if this Jumanji will have the same sense of nostalgia around it twenty-two years from now.

Best line: (Spencer/Bravestone) “It’s a lot easier to be brave when you’ve got lives to spare. It’s a lot harder when you only have one life.”   (Fridge/Moose) “We always only have one life, man. That’s how it is.”

 

Rank: List Runner-Up

 

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Thor: The Dark World (2013)

15 Sunday Apr 2018

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(Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write of a villain made relatably human, so I focused on how Loki feels as his father’s second favorite.)

 

Here am I, Loki, a god of Asgard,
Who ought to be king just for trying so hard.

The unchosen heir, second fiddle since birth,
Locked up just for seeking to conquer the earth!

I’m here behind energy fields, and where’s Thor?
Out hogging the glory like so oft before.

Who cares about me, the black sheep of the court,
The outcast brought in to be cast out for sport?

I’m Odin’s chagrin and his family’s regret,
But he and his favorite have seen nothing yet.

One day, they’ll come crawling to me in this jail,
Not knowing how deeply I’ll savor betrayal.
______________________

MPAA rating: PG-13

My family and I have been rewatching all the Marvel movies recently in preparation for Infinity War and to remind us of everything that came before. In doing so, I realized that Thor: The Dark World is the only one I haven’t reviewed, and I couldn’t let that slide. Such an oversight sort of proves that The Dark World is one of the weaker Marvel entries, and, although Thor is one of my least favorite Avengers, it’s still actually quite a solid film in the series.

Picking up after Thor (Chris Hemsworth) returned the Tesseract and an imprisoned Loki (Tom Hiddleston) to Asgard in The Avengers, The Dark World introduces the universe-hating Dark Elves and their secret weapon called the Aether, later revealed to be one of the Infinity Stones. (Can you tell I’m a Marvel nerd yet?) Awakened from exile after Thor’s girlfriend Jane (Natalie Portman) discovers and absorbs the Aether, the Dark Elves seek vengeance on Asgard and, you know, try to destroy the universe.

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The Dark World’s biggest problem is its villain, Malekith (Christopher Eccleston), who remains the most forgettable of all of Marvel’s many disposable villains. Not even a Lost alert for Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje as a Kursed henchman could make the bad guys anything but dull threats. There’s literally nothing to them except getting the Aether to destroy everything, and the exposition-heavy prologue about the Dark Elves’ history weighs things down in unmemorable mythology.

I suppose mythology could be considered both a strength and a weakness for the first two Thor movies, steeped in Norse lore and Shakespearean pageantry as they are. With the Middle-Earth-style costumes and old English dialogue, they’re rather unique and somewhat sophisticated next to the lighter Marvel movies, yet they can easily become an overly serious bore for those who aren’t interested in those things. That’s likely why Thor: Ragnarok went full-on sci-fi comedy as a contrast, which was both good and bad.

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Yet The Dark World’s strengths shouldn’t be forgotten either. Hemsworth and Portman are so admirable and sincere in their roles that they manage to sell their average romance, while Thor boasts outstanding chemistry with his double-crossing adopted brother Loki. Their rivalry is the biggest character highlight of the Thor series, which is probably why Loki has stayed around in all three movies.

The special effects are also as eye-popping and destructive as the rest of Marvel’s repertoire, especially the Dark Elves’ invasion of Asgard, while the scope and adventure of visiting different worlds make it a far grander ride than the first Thor. (Did anyone else notice that the giant rock guy Thor shatters near the beginning looks a lot like Korg from Ragnarok? They may be from the same race.) Plus, I think the orchestral score by Brian Tyler might be one of the best of any Marvel movie, except The Avengers, and a decent balance of gravity and humor keeps things entertaining without going off-the-wall like Ragnarok.

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I enjoyed The Dark World more than I remembered, proving that even the lesser Marvel movies have plenty to offer. In fact, despite being more of a Runner-Up, I think I’ll go ahead and make it List-Worthy. Ragnarok found its way onto my Top 365 List last year when the other two Thors didn’t because I thought it was so much better, but I’m going to follow my own rules and put all three together. Even if The Dark World suffers from a bland villain, it’s still a good superhero movie, and I don’t think we comic nerds should be too hard on it.

Best line: (Thor, summing up his relationship with Loki) “I wish I could trust you.”

 

Rank: List-Worthy (joining Thor: Ragnarok)

 

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50 First Dates (2004)

14 Saturday Apr 2018

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(Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was for an imaginary dream dictionary using one or more of some suggested terms. So I used them all, with only the last stanza tying into the movie.)

 

If you dream of a teacup,
It means that you thirst
For something that’s fragile and needs to be nursed.

If you dream of a hammer,
It means you deplore
Nails, or maybe you want to be Thor.

If you dream of a seagull,
It means that you wish
To swoop over beaches and swallow some fish.

If you dream of a slipper
For ballet, it means
You want to perform in some graceful routines.

If you dream of a shark,
It means you should swim
Or else you may well end up inside of him.

If you dream of a dentist,
It indicates dread.
You shouldn’t watch Marathon Man close to bed.

If you dream of a table
That’s wobbly, I’d peg
You as someone unstable and needing a leg.

If you dream of a rowboat,
It means or it shows
You’re rowing, I guess? Oh, come on, who knows?

If you dream of a stranger
You love, then it means
It might be the face of the love of your dreams.
_________________

MPAA rating: PG-13 (for much sexual humor)

It’s rare that a movie morphs from something I actively dislike to something I love. Of course, it’s always better when it goes in that order (rather than going from love to hate), but such movies with a split personality are a weird achievement. I’m not familiar with most of Adam Sandler’s movies since what little I’ve seen has convinced me they’re not my preferred humor, but 50 First Dates elevates his usual crassness with a romantic story that left me genuinely smiling by the end.

Sandler plays Henry Roth, a veterinarian at a Hawaiian marine park, whose favorite pastime is a constant stream of one-night stands with visiting tourists. Then one day, he meets a girl named Lucy (Drew Barrymore) at a diner and hits it off, charming her and agreeing to meet there again the next day. When he does, she acts like they’ve never met, and he learns from her friends and family that she was in a car accident and now suffers from short-term memory loss, forgetting everything from the previous day when she falls asleep. Perhaps intrigued by the prospect of wooing a human Dory, Henry endeavors to make her fall in love with him day after day, not always with success but with an ever-growing desire to form a lasting relationship against all odds.

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I suppose I’m reminded of Baz Luhrmann’s Strictly Ballroom, which started out garish and strange yet became more and more romantic and endearing as it went. Likewise, 50 First Dates possesses plenty of crude sexual metaphors and a vomiting walrus, mainly in the first half, but then comes a moment when the true weight of Lucy’s condition becomes clear, and the vulgar comedy takes a backseat. In his efforts to win Lucy’s heart repeatedly, Henry displays rare selflessness and commitment, and the ways he tries to give Lucy a life beyond a constant repeat are increasingly sweet and gratifying, especially in the final scene.

It isn’t easy for me to view Sandler in a leading-man romantic role, but 50 First Dates proves his ability in that regard, if only he’d dispense with the phallic jokes. I did still laugh, and he and Barrymore had strong chemistry (though I still see her more with Hugh Grant, thanks to Music and Lyrics), so I see why this is reportedly one of their favorite films together. I’m curious now to see their previous collaboration in The Wedding Singer, which I’ve heard is one of Sandler’s best films.

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As far as the supporting actors, Henry’s stoner friend Ula (Rob Schneider) was a little annoying, but I did appreciate the unexpected appearance of Sean Astin as Lucy’s steroid-obsessed brother with a lisp and Dan Aykroyd as her doctor. Ultimately, 50 First Dates is not consistent enough to be an instant rom-com favorite like You’ve Got Mail or Serendipity, but, even with its weaknesses, I can’t help but admire a film that left me as extremely satisfied as this one did.

Best line: (Ula’s caddy) “I wouldn’t surf with a bleeding wound like that. You might attract a shark or something.”
(Ula) “What’s wrong with that, cuz? Sharks are naturally peaceful.”
(Caddy) “Is that right? How’d you get that nasty cut anyway?”
(Ula) “A shark bit me.”

 

Rank: List Runner-Up

 

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The Best Years of Our Lives (1946)

13 Friday Apr 2018

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Classics, Drama, Romance, War

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(Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem based on the reverse of a well-known phrase or saying, so I picked “home is where the heart is.”)

 

The mind is rarely where the home is,
Always drawn back here, back there,
To sites of sorrows, times of traumas,
Every missed or broken promise,
Every frightened, whispered prayer,
And doubts that dwarf the likes of Thomas.

Although it wishes peace to find,
The night is haunted by the day,
And progress can be undermined
By ghosts we thought we’d left behind.
The battlefields still hold their sway
When hearts go home without the mind.
_________________

MPAA rating: Not Rated (should be PG)

This post is by request of MovieRob, who gave the most correct answers to my new banner challenge and so earned the right to have me review a film of his choice. It’s also a chance to review something not from the last couple years, which seems to be all I’ve been reviewing lately. I knew The Best Years of Our Lives was one of his all-time favorites, and it is a film that still packs an emotional wallop even 72 years later, offering an authentic glimpse of how World War II veterans readjusted to civilian life.

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Perfectly timed when it came out the year after the war ended, The Best Years of Our Lives follows three ex-servicemen returning to their fictional hometown of Boone City: an older sergeant and banker named Al Stephenson (Fredric March), a newly married captain named Fred Derry (Dana Andrews), and an amputee from the Navy named Homer Parrish (real amputee Harold Russell), who lost both hands and now uses a pair of hook prosthetics. Although all are eager to return home, they quickly experience difficulties in adjusting to their new civilian roles, such as Fred’s lack of experience in anything but the bombing for which he was trained or Homer’s insecurity over how his family and sweetheart will react to his hooks.

The performances are excellent across the board, rarely falling into dated overacting, with Russell especially standing out as Homer, well deserving his Best Supporting Actor Oscar despite not being a professional actor. (He’s also the only actor to win two Oscars for the same role, one an honorary award, and the only one to auction his Oscar years later.) March also won an Oscar, though I personally thought he was better in 1937’s A Star Is Born, and the film received five other Academy Awards too, including Best Picture. Above all, the story feels genuine, as if these were real stories that actually played out in the post-war period, even including how businesses and conspiracists viewed the war and the shaken people it sent back home.

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Despite being a significant film and one of the best in its genre, I do feel The Best Years of Our Lives, at 170 minutes, runs about twenty minutes too long, and not all three of its stories carry the same weight. Homer’s is easily the best with a profoundly lump-inducing conclusion, while Fred’s love triangle with his shallow wife (Virginia Mayo) and Al’s daughter Peggy (lovely Teresa Wright) has its moments. So does Al’s homecoming, but his drunkenness drags on a bit with little resolution, even if I’m sure it’s a true depiction of the way many veterans tried to cope.

The Best Years of Our Lives may run long, but it’s a moving portrait of post-war America and the problems that plagued her veterans, which still ring true due to the permanence of war. One image near the end seems to capture the potential hopelessness of their situation, as Fred sits in the nose of a scrapped plane with no engines, grounded and heading nowhere. Yet it subtly says even more that right afterward, he learns the scrapyard will be recycled into new housing, a symbol of the renewal capable for men as well.

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Best line: (Fred) “I dreamed I was gonna have my own home. Just a nice little house for my wife and me out in the country… in the suburbs anyway. That’s the cock-eyed kind of dream you have when you’re overseas.”   (Peggy) “You don’t have to be overseas to have dreams like that.”   (Fred) “Yeah. You can get crazy ideas right here at home.”

 

Rank: List Runner-Up

 

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Bad Lucky Goat (2017)

12 Thursday Apr 2018

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(Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was for a haibun, a Japanese combination of prose and haiku. Instead of focusing on my unremarkable current environment, as the prompt suggested, I thought I’d try the Caribbean setting of this offbeat film.)

 

The ocean exhales the tide as if to cover every island,
Only to breathe back in lest its favorite peaks be lost.
Life goes on, trusting
That the sea will catch his breath.
Do islands hold theirs?
____________________

MPAA rating: Not Rated (PG-13 or maybe even PG)

Another selection from last year’s South by Southwest, Bad Lucky Goat might be best described as Adventures in Babysitting, island-style. Except that instead of babysitting kids, it’s a goat’s corpse. Doesn’t that sound like fun? What’s also unusual about this Colombian movie is that there’s plenty of English but you absolutely will need subtitles, because all the characters speak in such a thick Caribbean patois dialect that it’s hard to believe they can understand each other.

The ones doing the goatsitting are brother and sister Corn (Honlenny Huffington) and Rita (Kiara Howard), who are clearly the type of siblings who don’t get along. While on an errand for their parents, Rita accidentally runs over a goat, and they are faced with covering up both the truck repair and the body disposal. I couldn’t help but be reminded of Adventures in Babysitting as they try to gather money to pay off the mechanic and even face the threat of kidnapping. Yet, there’s more realism and exotic charm than outright comedy, and it certainly captures a poor but unique way of life, one where cock fights are still popular and a troupe of shirtless musicians make music with improvised instruments and random objects while chest-deep in a bayou.

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Occasionally, it got old watching Corn and Rita argue almost the entire time, but their eventual reconciliation felt genuine in spite of their sibling quarrels. Unless you actively love goats, they’re also sympathetic enough to hope they resolve their ever worsening problems, though Rita’s pilfering of a church collection plate lost a lot of my sympathy.

I don’t know that I’d ever seek it out again, but Bad Lucky Goat was a singularly quirky film with a likably meandering plot, some Rastafarian superstition, and a distinctive island flavor. In addition to the upbeat reggae soundtrack (much of it courtesy of Robinson and the Lazy Hill Band), the direction from film school graduate Samir Oliveros is colorful and polished with a few nice tracking shots I wouldn’t expect from a low-budget film funded as a Kickstarter project. It’s a laid-back little movie that’s only 76 minutes long, well worth a look if you’re in the mood for something different from the usual Hollywood fare.

 

Rank: Honorable Mention

 

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When We First Met (2018)

11 Wednesday Apr 2018

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(Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was for a poem addressing our future state, which, of course, is rather hard to predict.)

 

The Present Me’s aware of things the Past Me would have wished he knew,
So Present Me is wondering if Future Me has secrets too.
The Future Me will only say that joys, regrets, and shocks await,
But will not pity Present Me enough to just elaborate.
And that is why the Present Me won’t bother with the Future Me
Until the one becomes the other simply through maturity.
______________________

MPAA rating: TV-14 (a.k.a. PG-13)

I’m always partial to movies featuring time travel, so I couldn’t resist checking out this Netflix film that echoes Groundhog Day. What I’m not partial to is lead actor Adam DeVine, who I greatly disliked as the self-absorbed Bumper in the first Pitch Perfect (he was a little better in the second), but When We First Met revealed his surprisingly likable side.

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DeVine plays Noah Ashby, who grieves the engagement of his crush Avery (Alexandra Daddario) and her pretty boy fiancé Ethan (Robbie Amell). He reminisces of how he first met Avery at a Halloween party three years earlier, only to be relegated to the friend zone. After some drunken moping, Noah enters a photo booth from their first date and finds himself three years in the past with another chance at a first impression, which takes a few tries to get right, as you may imagine.

There are definite similarities to Groundhog Day in the way Noah replays the same events at the party and uses the knowledge he gains from the repeated do-overs, but one original aspect is that he then gets to see how the changes to the timeline play out, since he then jumps ahead three years to see the unintended consequences. It’s a clever concept with some inconsistencies in execution and logic, but the cast and humor go a long way in making it work, with DeVine boasting everyman appeal and Daddario being unnaturally gorgeous.

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Unfortunately, even the good elements are inconsistent. One section in the middle where Noah tries the jerk boyfriend approach became embarrassingly unfunny and just reminded me of how much I disliked DeVine as Bumper. Yet it then bounced back to end on a sweet note that some may call predictable but still kept me invested. When We First Met is unlikely to become a perennial favorite like Groundhog Day, but it’s not a bad variation on the time travel tropes I so enjoy.

Best line: (Noah’s friend Max, with a sentiment I only half agree with) “Things happen for no reason at all, but they create opportunities.”

 

Rank: Honorable Mention

 

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The Man Who Invented Christmas (2017)

10 Tuesday Apr 2018

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(Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was for a poem featuring simultaneity, where more than one thing happens at the same time, a concept I applied to a writer’s creative process.)

 

The writer sat in the market square,
But that’s not all he did.
He bade “Good day” to Mrs. Wise
And fed the pigeons gathered there
And made a cat jump with surprise
And watched the vendors sell their wares.
To outward eyes,
He just sat there,
But that’s not all he did.

The mind inside the writer’s head
Was hard at work within,
Populating worlds unwritten,
Raising heroes from the dead,
Lads in love and lasses smitten,
Tales of kings that none had read,
Smiles to fit in,
Tears to shed,
And all unseen within.

So though he seemed to waste the day,
Just sitting as he did,
The writer had done no such thing.
He watched the world at work and play
And gleaned its ample offering
To shape what only he could say.
His loitering
Seemed like delay,
But that’s not all he did.
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MPAA rating: PG

Considering how much I love A Christmas Carol and movies about literature, I was excited for The Man Who Invented Christmas, a yuletide biopic about Charles Dickens’ tumultuous writing of his most famous work. While I liked it quite a bit, I wonder if my hopes were too high since it wasn’t the instant classic I had thought it might be. I can’t say I was disappointed since it lived up to its trailer at least, but it didn’t surpass any of my expectations either.

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Dickens, played by Dan Stevens, hits a wall when his fame and fortune are diminished by three commercial flops in a row. After contending with writer’s block, the sight of a rich man’s funeral gives him the seed of an idea, and what the world will eventually know as A Christmas Carol speedily develops in his mind as he rushes to get it written and printed in time for Christmas sales. Along the way, he contends with his spendthrift father (Jonathan Pryce), his own past trauma, and his characters mentally coming to life, including a critical Scrooge (Christopher Plummer).

I must say that Stevens is outstanding, playing Dickens with just the right amount of ego and eccentricity, the way we imagine many creative geniuses might have been. When he entertains his children with random voices, I could imagine Robin Williams playing this role thirty years ago. Likewise, I loved the visualization of his creative process, as he interacts with characters only he can see, only to have them vanish when he is all-too-often interrupted. The story also provides a glimpse into Dickens’ difficult childhood, offering insights into what made him the ambitious but compassionate man he was, and it was interesting to see how his original plan for an unhappy ending yielded to others’ hopes and beliefs that even the worst men can change.See the source imageSo, yes, I did enjoy it, including its lesson of forgiveness and the reminder of how Dickens shaped the Christmas holiday we know today, which was not as vigorously celebrated back then. I suppose the weakest aspect was Pryce as Dickens’ father John, whose good nature is undermined by drunkenness and financial waste as he mooches off his son. Despite John’s good intentions, I didn’t blame Charles much for snapping at him at one point, and it didn’t seem entirely right that Charles is in the wrong and apologizes with little change seen on his father’s part.

Despite that objection, I’ll still gladly watch The Man Who Invented Christmas if it comes on TV around Christmastime to enjoy its well-acted, wholesome glimpse into the mind of a great author. I’m just a little sad that there was something lacking, which will make me more likely to just watch some version of A Christmas Carol instead of the story behind it.

 

Rank: List Runner-Up

 

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