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Overboard (1987)

14 Thursday Aug 2014

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An heiress in port wants her closet redone;
Her vain husband Grant’s too engrossed with his gun.
Joanna thus calls a coarse carpenter in,
But all her complaining gets under Dean’s skin.
He fails to please her and gets thrown overboard;
She leaves him unpaid in the water and floored.
 
Not long after that, she falls over as well,
And when she is rescued, her name she can’t tell.
Her sudden amnesia lets Grant leave her there
To go have some fun with some women elsewhere,
But sneaky Dean Proffitt has vengeance in mind
And claims she’s his Annie to get her consigned.
 
He takes her back home with four wild kids in it;
He treats her like dirt and enjoys every minute.
Poor “Annie” is stuck with each burden and chore,
Like cooking and things she has not done before.
Although overwhelmed by her ignoble life,
She does her best being a mother and wife.
 
As Annie improves things and starts to belong,
Dean’s lie of revenge starts to feel rather wrong.
He tries to admit all his wanton deceit,
But Annie’s adoption by then is complete.
Yet when cheating Grant rears his rich head to claim her,
Her recall returns, and she’s mad. Who can blame her?
 
She leaves her new home to be wealthy once more,
But misses the beer and the children, all four.
Deciding to leave Grant, she turns the boat round
And meets up with Dean, who was toward her yacht bound.
The two of them jump and embrace in the water,
And all Annie wants now is Dean—and a daughter.
__________________
 

Directed by Garry Marshall and produced by Roddy McDowall (who also plays a butler), Overboard received mixed reviews when it was first released in 1987, but it has proven to be immensely watchable. It’s a film that skillfully shifts the audience’s sympathies. At first, we hate Joanna and sympathize with Dean; then, as Joanna’s punishment goes on, we start to dislike Dean and feel sorry for “Annie”; and by the finale, we somehow end up liking them both because they were meant for each other.

The main appeal of the film is not only the memorable performances by Kurt Russell and Goldie Hawn but the satisfaction it provides the viewer. Despite the cruelty involved, it’s satisfying to see a woman so pompous and vapid brought down a peg to see that the earth doesn’t revolve around her. It’s satisfying to watch said woman improve a chaotic, cluttered family and singlehandedly make their “hovel” a home. It’s satisfying to see unabashed romance reign supreme at sea.

Goldie Hawn gets to play two very different roles in one, both as her vain heiress persona and the more down-to-earth woman she becomes once she, like a certain Emperor, finds a new groove. Kurt Russell may not be the ideal Prince Charming, but once Dean has come to his senses by the end, it’s obvious why Annie chose him, especially compared to narcissistic Grant, played by a hilarious Edward Herrmann. Much of the humor stems from the bizarre past life that Dean invents for his so-called “wife” and the fish-out-of-water scenes in which Annie tries to cope with her new environment. The film also has a great soundtrack and some very funny lines, such as when Annie first hears one kid speak like Pee-wee Herman and questions “A falsetto child?” The end especially is a classic among romantic comedies and caps off the film perfectly. Despite some rear nudity and some profanity and crass dialogue, including from the kids unfortunately, Overboard is still thoroughly amusing entertainment.

Best line: (Grant, thinking Joanna is insane when he is) “Do we have a straitjacket on board?   (Dr. Korman, a psychologist on the yacht) “I always carry one, yes.  [a little later]  You’re overwrought, Grant. I want you to take a Valium. Here, take one of mine.”

 
Artistry: 7
Characters/Actors: 9
Entertainment: 10
Visual Effects: N/A
Originality: 9
Watchability: 10
Other (overall satisfaction): +4
Other (language, etc.): -2
 
TOTAL: 47 out of 60
 

Next: #148 – Kramer vs. Kramer

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#150: The Nativity Story (2006)

12 Tuesday Aug 2014

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The village of Nazareth, rural and poor,
Held no importance, except to those
Who called the town home, paying taxes galore
And planting each season and doing each chore
With hope for a Savior to banish their woes.
 
Young Mary was chosen to be Joseph’s wife,
And God chose her to bear His Son.
She knew that a scandal could threaten her life
And cause her and Joseph unwarranted strife,
But still she submitted that His will be done.
 
She journeyed to visit Elizabeth then,
Her cousin, pregnant by God’s will,
Who knew Mary’s Son was the Savior of men.
When Mary returned to her hometown again,
Her pregnancy made people tempted to kill.
 
But Joseph was warned by an angel mid-dream
That Mary held God’s favor yet.
Regardless of how Joseph’s actions may seem,
He did not dismiss her, as most men would deem,
And loved her and He Whom she soon would beget.
 
The word arrived then of a census widespread,
That forced returns to old hometowns.
Since far Bethlehem beckoned him, Joseph led
A donkey that bore Mary ever ahead,
Across rocky country and uneven grounds.
 
The journey was hard, testing both faith and heart,
And when they came, there was no room.
The most that the humble locale could impart
For God’s only Son was a stable apart,
Complete with a star that above it did loom.
 
The angel pronounced to the shepherds nearby
That born was the King of Kings,
And after they’d worshipped the lowly Most High,
Three Eastern Magi, who had studied the sky,
Arrived to give homage with rich offerings.
 
Though Herod the king feared the end of his reign
And killed the children there,
The angel warned Joseph, who fled his domain
With Mary and Jesus, as God did ordain
To answer His own people’s prayer.
____________________
 

In so many cases, there is a disconnect to Bible stories. Both when we read of great deeds of the past and when we see films like The Ten Commandments, the characters take on mythological qualities that cause us to forget that they were real people, dealing with everyday life just like us, whom God chose for extraordinary purposes. The Nativity Story brilliantly emphasizes the humanity and vulnerability of Mary and Joseph, making them more relatable and real than any Sunday school lesson could.

Keisha Castle-Hughes plays a sensitive and courageous Mary, though I wish she didn’t look so continually melancholy. Oscar Isaac is the best Joseph I’ve seen thus far, presenting Joseph as the good man mentioned in the Bible but demonstrating that being righteous does not come without temptation and doubt. Their relationship is cool at first but slowly grows as Mary recognizes what a loving and honorable man she has married. Ciaran Hinds once again proves his skill as a villain as the brooding King Herod, and Shaun Toub of Iron Man is believably frustrated as Mary’s misunderstanding father. Shohreh Aghdashloo plays the trusting Elizabeth, and it’s interesting that this well-known Muslim actress is playing a Jewish character in a Christian movie.

Though it is clearly a Christian film, it isn’t preachy and utilizes more of the show-don’t-tell method, such as when Herod’s soldiers overlook humble Joseph and his pregnant wife because they are looking for a man of power. The actors themselves were touched by the film as well: Oscar Isaac said in an interview that in the scene in which he begs God for a sign, he actually saw a remarkably beautiful sunrise and had to hide his own awe.

The filmmakers took some creative license, such as downplaying the angel’s proclamation to the shepherds (probably for budget reasons), but the actual nativity scene is the most moving depiction of Jesus’ birth I’ve seen on film. There’s also the familiar misconception that the Magi were present with the shepherds, but that’s a minor objection.

I first saw The Nativity Story in the theater, and it has since become another Christmas Day tradition, a wonderful way to recall the real reason for the season. It’s not the most exciting movie, but it brings a simple Bible story to life in a relatable and beautiful way.

Best line: (Joseph, as villagers are glaring at their departure) “They’re going to miss us.”

 
Artistry: 9
Characters/Actors: 9
Entertainment: 8
Visual Effects: 6
Originality: 8
Watchability: 7
 
TOTAL: 47 out of 60
 

Next: #149 – Overboard

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Cinderella (1950)

11 Monday Aug 2014

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(This one’s best sung to the tune of ”Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo”)
 
A dad with bad taste
Re-wed and replaced
His dead wife with someone much worse.
When he too died, his own daughter was faced
With a stepmother and curse.
 
This sweet little lass
Endured all the sass
And cruelty from stepsisters too.
Poor Cinderella was now second class
With all the housework to do.
 
The king of the land
Then plotted and planned
To get his son smitten and wed,
So he decided to throw a ball grand
With a desirable spread.
 
Though Stepmother tried
To keep her hands tied
And have Cinderella not go,
Her mousy friends made her fair as a bride,
Ready to leave even so.
 
The stepsisters, sore,
Then ranted and tore
Her beautiful dress and then left,
Sure she would not be ideal anymore,
Crying, depressed, and bereft.
 
A fairy (no price)
Then fixed her up nice,
With beautiful carriage and dress,
Making the horses from regular mice,
Happy to favor and bless.
 
That night at the ball,
When she came to call,
The prince and she danced through the night,
But the spell ended when midnight did fall,
So she abruptly took flight.
 
Almost an impasse,
A slipper of glass
Was all the prince had to find her.
So they just tried it on every young lass,
Only one way to be sure.
 
Though Stepmother tried
To lock up and hide
The fair Cinderella from this,
Hers was the slipper that she could provide,
Hers was the wedding and bliss.
__________________
 

Here we have a Disney fairy tale at its most classic, complete with evil stepmother, fairy godmother, handsome prince, a midnight deadline, cute talking animal sidekicks, and storybook ending. Though Shrek and Enchanted would riff and parody these elements, Cinderella made them defining aspects of the genre, at least in film.

A staple for young audiences everywhere (and one of my VC’s childhood favorites), Cinderella is entirely sincere but doesn’t get overly saccharine. While it remained in the same mold, Cinderella was a huge improvement over Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, particularly in casting a female lead who could sing without breaking glass. The mice, who must have escaped from NIMH, are surprisingly helpful, and much of the film’s visual interest stems from seeing ordinary rooms and objects from a Borrower-like perspective, not to mention the Tom-and-Jerry-style antics with Lucifer. (Seriously, what kind of person would name their cat Lucifer?!) The rodents’ squeaky voices are more endearing than annoying and far less irritating than, say, the Minions from Despicable Me.

The animation never gets quite as impressive as some scenes in Pinocchio, but it’s still a lovely reminder of the beauty of hand-drawn animation. The music perhaps isn’t the type to get stuck in one’s head, but “A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes” recalls the wistfulness of “Someday My Prince Will Come,” as does the waltzing “So This Is Love.” The mice’s song “Cinderelly” and the bouncing ”Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo” are the most memorable and fun, the kind to which kids (such as my VC in former years) love to sing along.

Writing this, I’ve found it difficult to not use “classic” for every other word, but that is the best term for the entire film. It’s more modern and entertaining than Snow White but would still never be made nowadays. (I’m waiting to see how Disney modernizes the live-action version next year.) It’s a snapshot of Disney earnestness, a cute, inspiring, ultimately satisfying fairy tale that adults can wax nostalgic for even as they introduce it to their own children.

Best line: (Cinderella, singing; sometimes we need a little of this to balance out contemporary cynicism) “A dream is a wish your heart makes when you’re fast asleep. In dreams you will lose your heartaches. Whatever you wish for, you keep. Have faith in your dreams, and someday, your rainbow will come smiling through. No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true.”

 
Artistry: 8
Characters/Actors: 8
Entertainment: 7
Visual Effects: 10
Originality: 8
Watchability: 6
 
TOTAL: 47 out of 60
 

Next: #150 – The Nativity Story

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Les Miserables (1998)

10 Sunday Aug 2014

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Jean Valjean, a thieving con,
A man who stole some bread,
Got nineteen years of blood and tears
That left his spirit dead.
 
When on parole, he wrongly stole,
And when they caught the debtor,
A bishop freed him of the deed
And told him to be better.
 
This saved his soul; he broke parole,
And started his life o’er.
Out of distress, he found success,
A changed man to the core.
 
With altered name, he won some fame
And rose to be a mayor,
But then one day, to his dismay,
He once more meets Javert.
 
This rule-obsessed, persistent pest
Was once his prison guard.
Valjean’s strong face revives the chase,
For mania’s die hard.
 
Meanwhile, unseen, the poor Fantine
Is found out and dismissed.
She is reviled for a child
Who should not exist.
 
Arrested soon, she finds a boon
When Valjean helps her plight
And proves compassion’s still in fashion,
Sparking Javert’s spite.
 
But when a pawn some call Valjean
Will soon receive his blame,
The real Valjean cannot go on
And let him bear his shame.
 
Before the court, he gives report
Of who he really is.
His doubts fulfilled, Javert is thrilled,
And victory is his.
 
His words are mean, which kills Fantine,
And Valjean flees Javert.
In Fantine’s debt, he finds Cosette
And takes her in his care.
 
Cosette and he discreetly flee
To Paris, where they find
A place to live in, and they’re given
Walls to hide behind.
 
A decade gone, and Jean Valjean
Still loves Cosette, now grown.
Despite the years, he still has fears
And won’t leave her alone.
 
Yet young romance still has its chance,
And though her father’s wary,
Affections show for France’s foe,
A revolutionary.
 
They meet each night, out of Jean’s sight,
While Marius prepares
To soon ignite a hopeless fight
So freedom can be theirs.
 
Again Javert attempts to snare
Valjean, but he is caught.
Amid parades, the barricades
Arise from what they’ve got.
 
Because Cosette can’t help but fret,
Valjean locates her swain.
With mercy rare, he frees Javert,
Who thinks this act insane.
 
Amid attack, upon his back
Valjean conveys the boy.
Through sewers dank and dark and rank,
He saves his daughter’s joy.
 
Valjean is caught; Javert’s distraught
When mercy makes its plea.
The strict Javert just cannot bear
To break his own decree.
He leaves Valjean and can’t go on;
At last Valjean is free.
___________________
 

Not to be confused with the more recent adaptation of the stage musical, this 1998 version of Les Miserables was the first version I saw, though I also enjoyed the 1978 version with Richard Jordan and Anthony Perkins. It doesn’t have the rousing musical numbers that thousands have come to love, but the drama flows smoothly in its elegant reworking of Victor Hugo’s classic novel.

Liam Neeson is a marvelous Jean Valjean, exhibiting both his early brutishness and his reformed piety with equal skill. Little flashes of his temper toward Cosette realistically reveal remnants of his past ruthlessness, and though his religion is seen only in passing after the bishop’s gift, his whole performance showcases the main moral of the story (at least for me): man’s potential to change his life for the better. Geoffrey Rush is equally excellent as probably the best Javert I’ve seen. Though his final act is a bit puzzling, he is entirely convincing in his narrow-minded devotion to the law. Uma Thurman as Fantine, a young Claire Danes as Cosette, and Hans Matheson as Marius likewise fill their roles admirably. While a few over-explanatory scenes seem a tad stiff toward the beginning, other scenes easily impress with large crowds, recalling the cast-of-thousands epics of yesteryear.

I very much enjoyed the 2012 musical version with Hugh Jackman, and I find it interesting to compare this film with that one. While the well-lyricized songs allow the musical to eloquently gloss over certain scenes, the 1998 Les Miserables gives some added details, such as Valjean’s touching care for Fantine and a less rushed romance between Cosette and Marius. The courtroom scene in which Valjean reveals his identity is particularly good in both versions for different reasons: whereas the song “Who Am I?” superbly evoked his moral struggle with its stunning climax, there’s also something to be said for Neeson’s inner turmoil culminating to a more developed revelation of himself. Also, at least one person I’ve read mentioned that morally Fantine didn’t seem deserving of heaven in the 2012 film, but this version made it clearer that she had indeed repented of her sins.

The 1998 film does leave out many subplots, including Eponine, a larger role for the Thenardiers, and the more tragic conclusion of the book and musical, but these omissions serve to streamline the plot and not let it feel over-stuffed, as the 2012 version did at times. I especially liked the conclusion, which seemed more hopeful and optimistic. (For some reason, I did find the denouement of Valjean walking away with a relieved expression on his face to be strangely reminiscent of the final scene of Marathon Man. Maybe it’s just me.) Some lovers of the musical may find this version lacking, but it’s a stylish period piece that handsomely puts the best of the novel onto the screen.

Best line: (Fantine, to Valjean) “But you don’t understand, I’m a whore… and Cosette has no father.“  (Valjean) “She has the Lord. He is her father. And you’re His creation. In His eyes, you have never been anything but an innocent and…beautiful woman.”

 
Artistry: 9
Characters/Actors: 9
Entertainment: 8
Visual Effects: 7
Originality: 7
Watchability: 7
 
TOTAL: 47 out of 60
 

Next: #151 – Cinderella

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A League of Their Own (1992)

09 Saturday Aug 2014

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Back when baseball was a sport
Belonging just to men,
It took the likes of World War II
To widen people’s ken.
 
Since men were scarce, a chocolate “nut”
Financed a women’s league
To keep ball-lovers entertained
And battle war fatigue.
 
The scouts were out, collecting girls,
From south and north and west.
In Oregon, two rival sisters
Played ball and impressed.
 
The lovely Dottie always caused
Resentment in young Kit,
Who didn’t share the looks and skills
That made her sis a hit.
 
The sixteen girls that earned their way
To be a Rockford Peach
Competed well, despite some boors,
And fame was in their reach.
 
Their manager named Jimmy Dugan,
Once a home-run great,
At first spent all the innings drunk
And slept from state to state.
 
Yet as the Peaches won more games
And garnered crowds of fans,
He took more of an interest
And made signals with his hands.
 
He coached them rather harshly
As they earned themselves a name,
But Kit continued to desire
Dottie’s easy fame.
 
When Dottie thought of leaving
After Kit had had enough,
The younger girl was traded,
And she stormed off in a huff.
 
The women’s league world series
Brought a thrill to all involved,
And as the Peaches played well,
Kit’s concerns were far from solved.
 
But Dottie helped her sister out,
As well as her new team,
When she appeared to drop the ball
To boost Kit’s self-esteem.
 
Although the Peaches failed to win,
They served to represent
That playing like a girl perhaps
Was just a compliment.
 
Years later, they were honored
In the Baseball Hall of Fame,
And most were reunited
For a sentimental game.
___________________
 

Laverne and Shirley’s Penny Marshall had directed some pretty darn good films, including Jumpin’ Jack Flash and Big, and A League of Their Own continued her streak. With an all-star cast of actors who hadn’t quite reached their full stardom yet, it shone a funny spotlight on a subject few had considered for decades, a women’s baseball league that ran from 1943 to 1954. Not trying to be too historically accurate, it allows the humor and humanity to flow in a surprisingly entertaining way.

Lori Petty and Geena Davis were in their prime as Kit Keller and Dottie Hinson, and, though Kit’s jealousy seems juvenile, their competitive sisterly relationship is still realistic and paints both of them sympathetically. Madonna also makes a memorable appearance as Mae and, in one scene, dances well enough to win Dancing with the Stars. I’m not a big fan of Rosie O’Donnell, but her distinctively loud voice works well on the ball field and she gets some hilarious one-liners, like “Let’s make like a bread truck and haul buns” or “I’m so depressed, I could eat a cow.” Other up-and-coming players like Megan Cavanaugh, Anne Ramsay, Renée Coleman, and Tea Leoni also have smaller roles, as do Jon Lovitz and David Strathairn. The best role, of course, goes to Tom Hanks as Jimmy Dugan, and, though he’s an utter jerk for the first half of his performance, his comedy is so effortless that Jimmy is still somehow endearing, even as he screams the famous line “There’s no crying in baseball!”

A League of Their Own isn’t really a “meet ‘em and move on” movie in the traditional sense, but it does have a number of memorable characters and a similar kind of ending that brings back most of them in a nostalgic, heart-tugging way. Revisiting all the older versions of the girls gives greater depth to the plot, by making this baseball interlude a defining time in their lives. Whoever cast the older versions of the actors did an excellent job in finding aged look-alikes; Lynn Cartwright as the older Dottie and Kathleen Butler as the older Kit share an amazing resemblance with their younger counterparts.

Overall, A League of Their Own presents how girls broke down barriers simply by enjoying a ball game. (A brief scene of a black woman throwing the ball to them and nodding knowingly brought home that point.) Whether you love baseball or not, this film is a funny and dramatic look at a lesser-known bit of sports history. Who wouldn’t want to see Mrs. Little, Tank Girl, Evita, Turk from Tarzan, the Evil Leaper, and that lady from “Mad About You” all playing ball together, with Forrest Gump cheering from the sidelines?

Best line: (Dottie, considering leaving baseball) “It just got too hard.”   (Jimmy) “It’s supposed to be hard. If it wasn’t hard, everyone would do it. The hard… is what makes it great. “

 
Artistry: 8
Characters/Actors: 9
Entertainment: 9
Visual Effects: N/A
Originality: 9
Watchability: 9
Other (touching, meet-‘em-and-move-on-style end): +4
Other (language): -1
 
TOTAL: 47 out of 60
 

Next: #152 – Les Miserables (1998)

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The Homecoming: A Christmas Story (1971)

08 Friday Aug 2014

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Depression-time Virginia, on a snowy Christmas Eve:
The Walton children wish their daddy hadn’t had to leave.
He had to find some work, but as the sun begins to set,
His wife can’t help but worry since he hasn’t come home yet.
The eldest, John-Boy, helps to babysit each sis and brother
By having them crack walnuts and not argue with each other.
 
Though John-Boy helps bring in a tree, his mother worries more
When he is doing something, locked behind his bedroom door.
A turkey-thieving Robin Hood who goes by Charlie Snead
Drops off a gift for Livy and her many mouths to feed.
As she prepares their dinner, she finds out what John-Boy’s hiding:
A simple private journal and the dream of one day writing.
 
Encouraging her firstborn, Livy gives him hasty hope,
Then sends him after Daddy to allow herself to cope.
For transportation, John-Boy first tries Charlie Snead, who’s got
A car he’s glad to lend him, though the bandit has been caught.
When John-Boy then runs out of gas, he finds some welcome aid
From Hawthorne, a black preacher, and a social call is paid.
 
The whiskey-brewing Baldwin sisters may not be all there,
But after proper courtesy, they have a sleigh to share.
The journey sadly is cut short, and John-Boy comes back home,
With no new news of John for all the places he did roam.
His mother cannot take it, and her temper rears its head,
Yet there is nothing to be done but wait and go to bed.
 
But suddenly they hear a noise, and John is at the door
With loads of Santa’s presents they were hardly hoping for!
He hitch-hiked and then walked the rest to reach his home that night,
And though his paycheck’s nearly spent, he loves the kids’ delight.
He even lends his full support to John-Boy’s writing call,
And living off of love, the Waltons bid “Good night” to all.
____________________
 

Like It’s a Wonderful Life, The Homecoming is a Christmas tradition in my house. Since The Homecoming acted as a TV movie pilot for the classic show The Waltons, it shares much of the appeal of that series: old-fashioned values, cute and relatable kids, and an overall sense of nostalgia. Indeed, the whole film (and most of the series) possesses a unique wistfulness, like a fond childhood memory of days that are no more. Of course, that’s exactly what it is, an embellished chronicle of the younger years of Earl Hamner, Jr., the real John-Boy Walton (and Clayboy Spencer in the Fonda flick Spencer’s Mountain).

I and the majority of people nowadays are too young to remember these Depression days of “Roosevelt will save us” optimism, of reliance on neighborly goodwill but not charity (except when necessary and convenient), of trudging through the snow to retrieve a runaway cow, of trying to explain a stock market crash to children when one doesn’t understand it fully oneself, of throwing caution to the wind for the sake of some brief, carefree smiles. Still, the way in which they’re presented make them seem closer and more engaging than reading a history book. The Waltons feel like real people; Olivia, played by Roald Dahl’s wife Patricia Neal, realistically waits and watches for her far-flung husband; little Elizabeth sincerely explains how she plans to not grow up; older Mary Ellen considers herself smarter than the rest as she enters the growing pains of her “terrible teens”; John-Boy spends hours searching for his father on a wild goose chase that, for some, is surprisingly easy to relate to. John-Boy’s dream of being a writer is a particularly sympathetic touchstone for me, as I and countless others aspire to the same thing.

For those familiar with The Waltons, there are plenty of familiar faces. Richard Thomas originated the role of John-Boy and continued to play him for most of the television series and several TV movies. All the other children are the same as well (Judy Norton as sassy Mary Ellen, Jon Walmsley as musical Jason, Mary McDonough as the snitch Erin, Eric Scott as mischievous Ben, David Harper as shaggy-headed Jim-Bob, and Kami Cotler as adorable, freckle-faced Elizabeth), as is Ellen Corby as Grandma Esther Walton. All the other roles are different, from Andrew Duggan as John Walton to Edgar Bergen as Grandpa Ebenezer (not Zebulon?) Walton. Various other changed roles include storeowner Ike Godsey, the batty bootlegging Baldwin sisters, and the less familiar characters Hawthorne Dooley and Charlie Snead. Overall, though I enjoy the colorful cast of the film, I much prefer the actors in The Waltons (Miss Michael Learned, Ralph Waite, Joe Conley, etc.). In my opinion, the recasting only made the show better.

I haven’t always been, but I’m a Virginia lover of late, and part of my family’s attraction to Virginia was based in the lovely Appalachian scenery of The Waltons. (The show was filmed in California, but it looks like Appalachia. Likewise, The Homecoming was filmed in Wyoming’s Teton National Park, even though it’s also set in Virginia.) So the location of the film and show has special meaning to me too, since few movies mention familiar names like Charlottesville and my former city of residence Waynesboro.

The Homecoming (and The Waltons) is family entertainment at its purest, focusing on a tight-knit family overcoming problems of the day through love and togetherness. All the later Waltons TV movies are good and inspiring in their own ways, but The Homecoming effortlessly creates a bygone era and fills it with one of the most lovable and relatable cast of characters to grace the screen. Some might find it boring, but in this age of edgy and boundary-pushing television, it’s nice to retreat into the simpler world of the Walton family and remember that TV need not be shocking or provocative to be entertaining; it just has to be good.

Best line: (pompous, toy-bearing missionary) “This year, I said to the ladies of our society, ‘Why look to some foreign country for heathens, when the Blue Ridge Mountains are filled with them?’”

 
Artistry: 8
Characters/Actors: 9
Entertainment: 8
Visual Effects: N/A
Originality: 8
Watchability: 9
Other (pure, rustic nostalgia): +5
 
TOTAL: 47 out of 60
 

Next: #153 – A League of Their Own

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Tangled (2010)

07 Thursday Aug 2014

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(This one is best sung to the tune of the tavern song “I’ve Got a Dream”)
 
A pregnant queen is dying; so as the kingdom’s sighing,
They seek a magic, sun-begotten flower.
They locate it, and it heals,
But one Mother Gothel steals
The newborn babe for her renewing power.
 
She raises fair Rapunzel as her child,
Keeping her locked up for her own good.
For eighteen years and counting,
Claustrophobia’s been mounting;
She dreams of going out, if she just could.
 
But then a crook
Invades her nook
With a highly valued crown that he just took.
With a frying pan he’s tackled,
And Rapunzel keeps him shackled
With tens of feet of hair, like in the book.
 
She just wants to see lights floating, which Mother’s not promoting,
But this Flynn Rider is her guide and ticket.
He agrees to take her out,
And she frolics all about.
Though guilt is there, she manages to kick it.
 
Flynn takes her to a thug-infested tavern,
Only for her charm to earn esteem.
They escape from those pursuing,
And there may be love a-brewing,
As she gets ever closer to her dream.
 
But Mom appears
To give her fears,
But Rapunzel doesn’t like the things she hears.
She is sure that Flynn does love her
As the lanterns float above her
Till Mother (with some bandits) interferes.
 
As she goes back home, her heart is broken,
But then she discerns her Mother’s lie.
Flynn is set to die, until his cohorts save the guy.
He returns to defend, just in time to meet his end;
Gothel will not let her scheming go awry.
 
But as Flynn is lying dying,
He is still not done defying;
He cuts Rapunzel’s hair and all its magic.
Mother Gothel turns to dust;
Happy endings are a must,
So magic tears don’t let things get too tragic.
 
Flynn (or Eugene)
Recovers clean,
And they reunite her with the king and queen.
As the kingdom’s happy, very,
Both Rapunzel and Flynn marry,
And “happy ever after” ends the scene.
__________________
 

With its past-participle title akin to Enchanted and Frozen, Tangled may not have returned to the good ol’ hand-drawn animation of the Disney Renaissance, like the so-so Princess and the Frog did, but it revitalized the princess genre Disney does so well, leading to the even more popular Frozen (and hopefully many more to come). It’s got all the right ingredients: a spunky young heroine, a dashing hero, a selfish villain, funny animal sidekicks, and catchy Alan Menken music. Is it as good as the Renaissance films? Perhaps not quite, but I still love it.

While past Disney films left most of the humor to the animal sidekicks, the humor in Tangled is much more prevalent, with running gags and knowing looks giving it a more modern sensibility than the somewhat more serious stories of Beauty and the Beast, Pocahontas, and The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Most of the humor is indeed funny (I love the frying pans), but it’s as if the filmmakers were trying too hard at times, such as with Flynn’s “smolder.” Still, Mandy Moore and Zachary Levi are undeniably likable as the two leads, though they reportedly weren’t satisfied with their voices.

Despite all the hilarity, there’s also a decent mix of heart. With her inward turmoil over disobeying her “mother,” Rapunzel is one of Disney’s most relatable princesses, and her romance with Flynn/Eugene recalls Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs in its promotion of being yourself over attractive fakery. (There’s also a “bunny attack” joke that seems lifted directly from Ella Enchanted.) The brief scenes with Rapunzel’s parents instantly engender sympathy for their loss, and the final reunion is just plain heartwarming.

Upon first hearing the songs, I considered them rather unmemorable, but as I’ve re-watched the film, I’ve grown to love them just like those of Disney’s golden years. They can’t compare with Menken’s best, but I’ve hummed “When Will My Life Begin?” a time or two. As perhaps you can tell, my favorite is the show-stopping “I’ve Got a Dream,” which is hilarious, excellently rhymed, and (along with “Mother Knows Best”) the main song I can envision on the Broadway stage. The final song, Grace Potter’s “Something That I Want,” is catchy enough to earn a place in my End Credits Song Hall of Fame as well.

I followed Tangled’s progress during its production and had high expectations for its painterly animation, and the animators delivered. Almost everything—the solitary tower, the water in the dam scene, the equine details of Maximus, and especially Rapunzel’s seventy feet of luscious hair—is an astounding achievement in its combination of CGI and traditional animation. The floating marshmallow lantern visuals to “I See the Light” are particularly dazzling.

Exceptional animated films usually leave me immediately wanting to see them again, and Tangled was no exception. Though there are some departures from reality, such as how Rapunzel’s long hair never gets dirty and seems to weigh nothing, it possesses few of the Frozen-esque plot holes that people like me love to point out. With its exquisite animation, great characterization, quality music, and continual comedy, Tangled is a winning return to Disney excellence.

Best line: (Flynn, while sword fighting a horse with a frying pan) “You should know that this is the strangest thing I’ve ever done!”

 
Artistry: 7
Characters/Actors: 7
Entertainment: 8
Visual Effects: 10
Originality: 6
Watchability: 9
 
TOTAL: 47 out of 60
 

Next: #154 – The Homecoming: A Christmas Story

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As Good As It Gets (1997)

06 Wednesday Aug 2014

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The gruff Melvin Udall has clear OCD
And acts like a jerk, as the world can agree.
He relocks his door and wastes way too much soap
And proves he’s a prejudiced, vain misanthrope.
He won’t step on cracks and is hooked on routine
And mistreats his neighbor’s dog just to be mean.
 
This neighbor named Simon is artsy and gay
And bears Melvin’s insults with patient dismay.
One day, after painting, his subject’s own chums
Beat Simon and rob him and run for the slums.
While Simon recovers, old Melvin is pressed
To care for his dog as an unwanted guest.
 
He deals with this change with unspoken objection,
But soon he can’t hide from the dog his affection.
Yet he’s at a loss and almost goes berserk
When his favorite waitress can’t come into work.
He pulls many strings so she’ll come and be done
With worrying for her young asthmatic son.
 
His reasons for helping her seem oh so strange,
And his jerk-ish tendencies still do not change.
Though Carol is flustered, unsure what to think,
She gives him her thanks, while refusing to sink.
He ends up agreeing to drive Simon out
To speak to his parents for money, no doubt.
 
Convincing poor Carol to join the stiff pair,
He plans out the trip, and they somehow get there.
An unforeseen date doesn’t go quite as planned,
Thanks mostly to how Melvin’s mouth should be banned,
But Simon is given a new lease on life
When Carol’s nude poses help banish his strife.
 
Back home, Melvin lets Simon move in with him;
The dog sure seems happy, though friendship’s still slim.
While Carol mulls leaving mean Melvin behind,
He proves that there’s hope, since she’s such a great find.
Though Melvin’s not perfect and often remiss,
The two of them go out for rolls and a kiss.
______________________
 

As Good As It Gets is not your typical romantic comedy. All three of the main characters have some definite problems that persist through most of the film and threaten to give it “too much reality” for a film meant to make us smile and laugh. The main character Melvin Udall is far from likable and spends almost the entire movie giving the audience new reasons to scream “What a jerk!”

This Triple A film largely depends on the actors’ performances, and they don’t disappoint. Jack Nicholson was perfectly cast as Melvin, and he has that selfish, get-out-of-my-face attitude down pat. The idiosyncrasies he embraces, such as avoiding cracks on the ground and using plastic silverware, make his obsessive-compulsive disorder remarkably believable. Since he’s a writer, his barbed insults possess dumbfounding eloquence that make it hard for anyone to respond as robustly. Though he’s a bigot and the kind of person who causes people to cheer when he’s kicked out of a restaurant, he still retains some degree of humanity that we as the audience can see better than the characters can. His growing relationship with Verdell, Simon’s adorable Brussels Griffon, illustrates how pets can fill a vacuum in someone’s life and is practically a romance in itself. Helen Hunt is also amazingly persuasive as Carol the waitress, whose seemingly superficial interactions with the misanthrope literally make his day. Her mixed feelings about Melvin’s assistance for her son aren’t fully elaborated on, but that’s obviously because she herself does not know how to put them into words, even in an 18-page letter. Both of them definitely deserved the Best Actor and Best Actress Oscars that year, making this the most recent film to earn both major acting awards. Greg Kinnear is also excellent as Simon, whose life implodes in a most pitiful way. He was also nominated for Best Supporting Actor that year, but his performance was dwarfed by that of Robin Williams in Good Will Hunting. Cuba Gooding, Jr., Shirley Knight, and the late Harold Ramis also fill memorable supporting roles.

While the script is exceptional, there’s some unfortunate language, mostly from Helen Hunt, and quite a bit of rude and sexual dialogue, but the filmmakers could have made it much worse. I find it interesting that both this film and Titanic (which won most of the awards that year) shared a nude portrait scene, though this one hid it a bit better. Despite all the realism, As Good As It Gets manages some natural, awkward humor which lightens the mood but never turns it into a laugh-fest. Most of it stems from Melvin’s own rudeness and his “willingness to humiliate himself.” By the end, no one’s sure if he’s come far enough to begin a real relationship, but he’s begun spouting actual compliments so he’s at least trying. In a film that brings such real personal problems to the screen, that’s enough to leave me smiling.

Best line: (Simon, describing how he paints) “If you stare at someone long enough, you discover their humanity.”

VC’s best line: (Melvin’s inaugural compliment) “You make me want to be a better man.”

 
Artistry: 9
Characters/Actors: 10
Entertainment: 8
Visual Effects: N/A
Originality: 9
Watchability: 9
Other (Nicholson’s spot-on delivery): +4
Other (language, sexual dialogue, near-nudity): -2
 
TOTAL: 47 out of 60
 

Next: #155 – Tangled

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Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron (2002)

05 Tuesday Aug 2014

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(Can be sung to Bryan Adams’s “Where I Belong”)
 
A horse was born so long ago,
Out in the West where free things grow,
An unfettered mustang, an ace in his prime,
Free to run, as they have for all time.
 
Leading his happy herd, defending each foal,
This Spirit’s unrestrained, till he falls under man’s control.
His homeland’s behind him; his future’s unknown,
Yet he keeps on fighting to live on his own.
 
He shows up his captors and earns their distaste,
But, helped by an Indian, he breaks out in haste.
Persistent young Little Creek tries riding in vain,
But he introduces his fair mare named Rain.
 
Though Spirit is shocked that the human and she
Display some connection that lets her run free,
He sees for himself that the Two-Legs possessed
More room for kindness than he had first guessed.
 
Though Spirit could run home, he opts to go back
And rescues the boy from a sudden attack.
Though poor Rain is injured, he still finds his hope
As he helps drag a train up a slope.
 
He halts all their efforts, escaping from flame,
Relieved loyal Little Creek thankfully came.
They flee from pursuers and leap for their lives;
Spirit’s glad when a healed Rain arrives.
 
Goodbyes are not easy when trust has been earned,
But they know it’s time that the mustang returned.
With Rain by his side, Spirit’s now free to roam
And at last he again embraces his home.
____________________
 

Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron was one of my favorite movies growing up. As I’ve said, movies that have made me cry hold a special place in my heart, and Spirit is one such Childhood Tearjerker. DreamWorks knew from the start that most adults and kids alike love horses, and seeing such a wild and free creature dragged from his home was enough to get my waterworks going. It still touches me, though I don’t weep like I used to.

The animation is absolutely stunning. While some of the CGI from the opening is obvious, still lovely but paling in comparison to that of Dinosaur, the rest of the Western landscapes and the hand-drawn horses are gorgeous (especially the gorges). I’m no artist, but most agree that horses are among the most difficult creatures to draw: after all, Maurice Sendak illustrated Where the Wild Things Are with assorted beasts only because he realized he couldn’t draw horses. Not only are the horses arrestingly beautiful and convincing, but their facial features evoke the full spectrum of emotions without ever lapsing into anthropomorphic talking animal territory. Spirit himself has some inward monologues, provided by Matt Damon, who could have varied his voice more, but the rest of the animal interaction is done skillfully with emotion-filled neighs, whinnies, wickers, nickers, brays, and countless other equine ejaculations. So well is the wordless interplay handled that much of Damon’s voiceover, which ranges from stirring to funny, seemed unnecessary, though my VC felt it served to break up all the whinnying.

Then again, that is why Bryan Adams’s excellent anthems were included. Along with a rousing orchestral score that once again proves Hans Zimmer’s musical facility, Adams’s songs provide the melodious heart of the film. Though some critics decried the soundtrack as “whiny” or “insipid,” I felt they added so much to the film. It may not be on the level of what Phil Collins provided for Tarzan, but every song strikes the right chord of emotion, from free-wheeling liberty to depression to rekindled hope. “Don’t Let Go,” which features Sarah McLachlan with a haunting harmony, certainly deserves a place in my End Credits Song Hall of Fame.

Over the years, I have still seen some flaws: the intruding humans are uniformly bad because of their enslavement of horses, and I don’t usually like to feel guilty for wanting to ride a horse. Since all the Indians’ horses appear happy, the film seems to imply that only they built any relationship with their ponies. All the soldiers’ horses seem to hate their masters and frequently sabotage them, not allowing for the fact that I’m sure plenty of cowboys shared a connection with their steeds. After all, even broken horses can be happy.

Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron is nonetheless a lovely, G-rated adventure with fantastic music and some genuinely exciting action sequences. It was DreamWorks Animation’s second-to-last hand-drawn film (before Sinbad) and causes me to miss the days before CGI became the only animation style successfully used in film.

Best line: (part of Spirit’s opening monologue) “I was born here, in this place that would come to be called the Old West. But, to my kind, the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end, no boundary between earth and sky. Like the wind and the buffalo, we belonged here; we would always belong here. They say the mustang is the spirit of the West. Whether that west was won or lost in the end, you’ll have to decide for yourself….”

 
Artistry: 7
Characters/Actors: 7
Entertainment: 7
Visual Effects: 10
Originality: 7
Watchability: 8
Other (crying effect): +1
 
TOTAL: 47 out of 60
 

Next: #156 – As Good As It Gets

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Ella Enchanted (2004)

04 Monday Aug 2014

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When Ella of Frell was first born,
She’s given a gift that’s a thorn.
She’s forced to obey
Every word others say,
Which makes her the object of scorn.
 
She gets a new stepmother too
With two new stepsisters, who view
The girl with disdain;
When they notice her chain,
They tell her some bad things to do.
 
Once Ella encounters Prince Char,
Whom she thought was vain and subpar,
She chooses to leave
And to seek a reprieve
From Lucinda, a fairy afar.
 
A talking book off of a shelf,
As well as a law-leaning elf,
Assist Ella’s quest
To no longer be “blessed”
To obey with no choice for herself.
 
With help from Prince Char, the small band
Enjoy a stop in giant land,
Where Char is distressed
To see how they’re oppressed
By Edgar, his uncle who’s panned.
 
When Edgar learns Ella must do
Whatever someone tells her to,
He tells her to kill
Char, against her own will,
So he’ll keep the crown that he’s due.
 
Although she attempts to resist
And Lucinda won’t help her desist,
She nears the dark deed
Till, with firmness, she’s freed,
But Edgar makes sure she’s dismissed.
 
With help from her friends, Ella tries
To tell Char about Edgar’s lies.
At last, the truth’s out,
Leaving very small doubt,
And Edgar does something unwise.
 
Since Ella is freed from her curse,
Her stepsisters cannot coerce.
With charm and romance
And a song and a dance,
Both Ella and Char sing a verse.
______________________
 

As a kid, I attended a summer day camp at a church, and in addition to games both physical and electronic, there were plenty of movies to watch as well. One day, I was given the choice to join two groups; I could either go with the majority of boys and watch the classic that is The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie or I could side with the girls for some new film called Ella Enchanted. I decided to break out of the box and try something different, even if it did have that girl from The Princess Diaries. I was pleasantly surprised to find it was not just a girly fairy tale but a creative and enjoyable adventure perhaps most akin to Rob Reiner’s beloved The Princess Bride. In a world of elves that sing and ogres with familiarly deep voices, Ella Enchanted is not as subversive as the likes of Shrek, but it’s humorously aware of its own fairy tale conventions, such as Eric Idle’s rhyming narration.

Anne Hathaway was still relatively unknown when she played the spunky Ella of Frell, and though the film was less than a hit, it and The Princess Diaries films strengthened her appeal and gave her more exposure for future roles. Hugh Dancy is appropriately dreamy as Prince Char, one of the only recent movie princes to be both genuinely heroic and likable (compared with Shrek’s Prince Charming, Enchanted’s Prince Edward, and Frozen’s Prince Hans). Having previously starred with Hathaway in Studio Ghibli’s The Cat Returns, Cary Elwes gets in touch with his villainous side as evil Uncle Edgar, and does so with such wicked glee as to make the farmboy-formerly-known-as-Westley almost unrecognizable. The rest of the cast is uniformly funny, including Minnie Driver, Vivica A. Fox, and Aidan McArdle as the grouchy Slannen, who dreams of becoming a lawyer.

Much of the humor derives from Shrek-y anachronisms, such as a fairy’s FWI (Flying While Intoxicated), as well as classic songs that seemingly come out of nowhere. Long before Tom Hooper’s Les Miserables, Anne Hathaway proved her singing chops with her hilarious rendition of Queen’s “Somebody to Love.” The final song and dance number is also a hoot and ends the whole film on a high note.

While the whole idea of obedience being a curse has potential for being a less-than-ideal lesson for kids, Ella herself is a good role model, showing concern for the underprivileged of the kingdom and not seeking freedom from the curse for any particularly selfish or rebellious reason. Despite a bit of crude humor, Ella Enchanted is an appealing, kid-friendly fantasy that made me glad that I picked the “girly” choice. (P.S. It’s not all that girly.)

Best line: (Benny, who was accidentally turned into a book by his fairy girlfriend) “I would have left her ages ago, except I love her so darn much. Plus, I have no legs.”

 
Artistry: 5
Characters/Actors: 8
Entertainment: 9
Visual Effects: 7
Originality: 8
Watchability: 10
 
TOTAL: 47 out of 60
 

Next: #157 – Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron

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