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VC Pick: Same Time, Next Year (1978)

27 Wednesday May 2015

Posted by sgliput in Movies, Poetry, Reviews, Writing

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Comedy, Drama, Romance

 
 
Love begins across a room
With eyes that lock and smiles that bloom
But will not leave the stricken pair
When time to end the brief affair,
 
For love endures a year apart,
And patient is the waiting heart.
They love their spouses too in spite
Of seeking yearly to unite.
 
For love endures for decades too,
The changes they must suffer through,
And even when it nears its end,
It will not leave a lifelong friend.
_________________
 

Released at the height of Alan Alda’s M*A*S*H fame, Same Time, Next Year brought to life both Bernard Slade’s 1975 play and a romance for the ages. As she’s a big fan of Alan Alda’s charm and humor, it’s no surprise that my VC loves this film so much and insisted on my reviewing it.

George (Alda) and Doris (Ellen Burstyn) happen to meet at a seaside hotel in 1951 while on solo retreats and immediately fall for each other, with the romantic mood set perfectly by the Oscar-nominated song “The Last Time I Felt Like This” (the kind of lovey-dovey theme that gets my VC tearing up with just the first few notes; it also concludes the film to earn a place in my End Credits Song Hall of Fame). After falling into bed as well, the two can’t abide never seeing each other again and, since their respective retreats coincide at the same time every year, they plan to meet annually, with the audience checking in every five years or so. The set-up and plot are simple and potentially corny, but Same Time, Next Year is a good example of a film that is elevated by some outstanding performances and dialogue.

Burstyn played Doris on stage as well opposite Charles Grodin, winning a Tony (she also garnered an Oscar nomination), and feels perfectly at ease with the role, even as she metamorphoses over the years from naïve housewife to hippie to confident businesswoman. Conversely, Alda changes in much more subtle ways, yet both remain recognizable and endearingly flawed through the decades. (It’s interesting to note that Alda’s M*A*S*H co-star Loretta Swit also played Doris on Broadway; that would have been a reunion of a different type.) They chat about their lives and families and children and politics, about George’s accountant quirks and Doris’s uncle with a metal plate in his head. As they continue to meet, it becomes clear that much can happen in a year’s time, and their relationship must grow and adapt to the sometimes painful changes they aren’t together to face. And of course, with Alda on hand, there’s a good deal of humor in the conversations too, such as George’s insistence on absolute openness despite habitually lying.

I do endorse this film with reservations, though, since one’s enjoyment from it depends on how well they can suspend their morality. I, for one, believe in faithfulness and monogamy, ideas that may seem foreign in a film about a decades-long affair. Yet as much as George and Doris love each other, they both love their own spouses too and speak affectionately of Helen and Harry. It isn’t all about sex; while most affairs aren’t like this, there is a degree of faithfulness to all the relationships, bonds that are clearly much deeper than a broken marriage or a one-night stand. Whether this is enough to justify the breach of trust is left to the audience, but it’s not enough to spoil my enjoyment of the film.

While my VC’s affection for Same Time, Next Year far surpasses mine, it’s still a romantic dramedy to remember. She claims that the viewer gets to know these characters, even those only mentioned like Harry and Helen, better than almost any other film. While I wouldn’t go that far, George and Doris are indeed the likable sort that I wouldn’t mind reuniting with, maybe, around this time next year.

Best line: (George, often enough for it to almost be his catchphrase) “All right, I didn’t think it through.”

VC’s best line: (George, recounting when they first met) “We had instant rapport. Did you notice that too?   (Doris) “No. But I know we really hit it off.”

  
 
Rank: List Runner-Up
 

© 2015 S. G. Liput

312 Followers and Counting

Bottom-Dweller: Urban Cowboy (1980)

22 Friday May 2015

Posted by sgliput in Movies, Poetry, Reviews, Writing

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Bottom-Dweller, Drama, Romance, Western

 
 
(Can be sung to “The Devil Went Down to Georgia”)
 
Travolta went down to Houston,
He was lookin’ for a job to take.
He was young and dumb, just a country bum,
And he was waiting for his big break,
 
When he came across this young girl
Dancin’ round in a honky-tonk,
A promised land of beer and band
With a metal bull or bronc.
 
When the misfit pair were married,
Things at first were going well,
But some stubbornness made a jealous mess
And the marriage quickly fell.
 
While the two just boozed and pined away
And rode that bucking bull,
I began to think that this movie stinks
And was near unbearable.
__________________
 

This is it, the original bottom-dweller. This is the first movie I sat through and immediately hated, or, to coin Roger Ebert’s quote from his review of North, I “hated hated hated hated hated this movie.” Urban Cowboy was yet another star vehicle for John Travolta, but with films like this, it’s a wonder he became a star at all. I don’t usually subject myself to terrible films, but never before have I asked “Is it over yet?” so many times.

It starts out with some promise: small-town wannabe cowboy heads to the big city to find his fortune, meets girl, marries girl. That storyline alone might have been worth seeing, but the relationship between Bud and Sissy is hardly one for the ages. They meet each other in the famous Gilley’s Club, a multi-acre theme park of booze and cowboy paraphernalia, and Sissy (Debra Winger) has to practically twist Bud’s arm to convince him to dance with her. After some dancing and an argument and a roll in the mud, they’re suddenly walking down the aisle. Did either of them really think a marriage starting like that would last? As it turns out, barely a week passes before Bud’s pride is hurt, and both go their separate ways to make the other jealous, with increasingly depressing results.

One of my biggest problems with Urban Cowboy is the character of Bud. Travolta isn’t appealing in the slightest; he’s a juvenile man-child so unconfident in his masculinity that the slightest hint that someone may be better than he throws him into a blind rage, especially if it’s his own wife. In addition, he’s the kind of bumpkin that gives country music a bad name, content to work (sometimes) during the day and wile away his nights at the bar, picking fights and slapping his wife when she disagrees too much (but not too hard, of course). Plus, he’s supposedly in Houston to work and save up enough money to buy land and become prosperous, yet never seems to realize that he’s pouring his paycheck down the drain every night on beer and bets and pointless mechanical bull rides. Oh, and let’s not forget that he doesn’t just pretend to cheat on Sissy to make her jealous; he freely sleeps around, too stubborn to actually care for the girl he uses (Madolyn Smith) and too dense to realize why Sissy isn’t running back to him with open arms. What exactly am I supposed to like about this guy?

A series of misunderstandings keeps the couple apart, and Sissy ends up with “real cowboy” Wes Hightower, played by a leery Scott Glenn, who’s just a slightly harsher version of Bud, hitting a little too hard and stealing what he can’t earn. If Bud and Wes are “real cowboys”, they’re the worst kind, selfish he-men just trying to prove their own toughness to girls they only moderately care about. By the end, Bud trains Rocky-style for a mechanical bull showdown, and he seems to think that winning it will win Sissy back. How so? A silly championship is not going to repair a relationship; all his training is pointless, since all he really needed to do was go and apologize for his own pigheadedness. While he ends up doing exactly this, it’s as if he can’t muster the effort until he’s once again proven his alpha male status. Of course, it all works out for a happy ending, where assault turns into just desserts and a whirlwind romance rekindles into a whirlwind reconciliation. And then, thank God!, it was over!

This just might be my most hated bottom-dweller, with hardly any redeeming value. The only bright point is the classic country music soundtrack, particularly Charlie Daniels’ “The Devil Went Down to Georgia.” For reasons beyond my comprehension, my VC and many other critics actually liked the film itself, looking past its unlikable characters and petty squabbling. She tells me that she finds the movie “interesting for its dysfunctional lifestyle” and as compelling to watch as a car accident, while I’d prefer just to not look at all. I don’t plan to ever see Urban Cowboy again; I have much better things to do than watch white trash with superficial, totally screwed-up priorities cheating on each other.

Best line: (Bud) “All cowboys ain’t dumb. Some of ’em got smarts real good, like me.”

VC’s best line:  (Bud’s Uncle Bob) “You know, Bud, sometimes even a cowboy’s gotta swallow his pride to hold on to somebody he loves.”  (Bud) “What do you mean?”   (Uncle Bob) “Hell, I know I pretty near lost Corrine and the kids a couple of times just ’cause of pride. You know, you think that ol’ pride’s gonna choke you going down, but I tell you what, ain’t a night goes by I don’t thank the Boss up there for giving me a big enough throat.”

 
Rank: BOTTOM-DWELLER!
 

© 2015 S. G. Liput

311 Followers and Counting

Interstellar (2014)

17 Sunday May 2015

Posted by sgliput in Movies, Poetry, Reviews, Writing

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Drama, Sci-fi

 
 
The earth is getting dusty,
And our crops are less than trusty,
And our history is rusty,
And all life is soon to end.
 
Farmer Coop is in frustration
Till suspicious gravitation
Sends him to a NASA station
To encounter an old friend.
 
Dr. Brand suggests spacefaring
On a certain wormhole bearing
Will reward the pilots’ daring
With a new potential Earth.
 
Leaving son and loving daughter,
Coop departs to be the spotter
On new worlds of ice and water,
Where time carries greater worth.
 
Though he carries on with yearning,
Many dangers are concerning.
Complex choices stem from learning
He may not end up returning.
______________
 

I was impressed by the Dark Knight trilogy, thoroughly impressed by The Prestige, and blown away by Inception, so I had high hopes for director Christopher Nolan’s latest creative extravaganza Interstellar. While it was praised for its scientific accuracy, creative innovation, and Oscar-winning visuals, it obviously draws from several other precedents of science fiction cinema, such as Contact (a mysterious “them” sends messages to Earth, which prompt a wormhole-related mission with Matthew McConaughey involved), Sunshine (a mission to save Earth runs into an ill-fated earlier mission), and of course 2001: A Space Odyssey, from which Interstellar derives those long, slightly boring scenes of space and space docking and a not-quite-as-confusing journey into transcendence. Plus, those walking wall AIs resemble (perhaps intentionally) the monolith from 2001.

As the film sets up a believably down-to-earth apocalypse and a touching father-daughter dynamic between former astronaut-turned-farmer Cooper (Matthew McConaughey) and his brainy daughter Murph (Mackenzie Foy), it lays a compelling groundwork. Then when it leaves the devastated planet behind to travel through a wormhole near Saturn, it rises in its sci-fi virtuosity, even if certain scenes are a bit drawn out. It really hits its stride when the crew (McConaughey, Anne Hathaway, Wes Bentley, and David Gyasi) explore stunning new worlds with heartbreaking costs. All this adds up to a plausible visionary experience that was more or less what I was expecting, and then….

[Spoiler alert for the next paragraph] I’d like to add one more cinematic comparison: Disney’s 1979 let-down The Black Hole, another film with a compelling storyline, a likable robot, innovative special effects, and a climactic journey into a black hole. As in that film, all of the plausibility is lost once the black hole is entered, and the unlikeliness of subsequent events is written away with the weak argument that no one knows what would happen in a black hole, so artistic license is free to do any old thing. In the case of Interstellar, I can swallow what Coop finds and even his shaky assumptions about who brought him there, but the film’s most glaring hole is how grown-up Murph (Jessica Chastain) inexplicably figures out the meager messages given her to save mankind. The truth apparently just dawns on her, and the day is saved thanks to Coop ex machina. While the emotional climax that follows is fittingly poignant, it is cut too short (Coop doesn’t even try to meet his grandchildren) and also calls into question the necessity of finding a replacement world in the first place.

Okay, spoilers done. I was really expecting to love this movie, and in some ways, I do. It has the Nolan touch that combines well-drawn characters with difficult dramatic situations, inspiring themes of love and pioneering, and a moving, if repetitive, Hans Zimmer score. It even gets the science right in the space sequences, which are true to life in not relaying any sound, even explosions. I do wish that the monolith robots TARS and CASE had had more screen time since they offered the only comic relief and were the most unique special effect.

Yet for all its visual wonder and strong characters, the implausibility of the climax saps some of the emotion that it attempts to convey. It simply bends the mind a bit too far. I can still admire the film, but my VC was entirely turned off by the fantastical lurch toward a not-quite-satisfying-enough conclusion, though she’s not a Nolan fan anyway. While the care and craftsmanship behind the production are obvious, Interstellar is not Nolan’s best. It deserves a place of honor among his middle efforts, but Inception is still tops for me.

Oh, and here’s an Honest Trailer from Youtube that had my VC howling with agreement (and laughter): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZMzf-SDWP8

 
Best line: (Coop, calibrating the settings on TARS) “Humour — 75%.”
(TARS) “75%. Self-destruct sequence in T minus 10, 9, 8…”
(Coop) “Let’s make it 65%.”
(TARS) “Knock, knock.”
(Coop) “Want me to make it 55?”
 
 
Rank: List Runner-Up
 

© 2015 S. G. Liput

307 Followers and Counting

The Shining (1980)

10 Sunday May 2015

Posted by sgliput in Movies, Poetry, Reviews, Writing

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Drama, Horror, Thriller

 
 
A lonely hotel is a dangerous thing,
At least in the works of an author named King,
For no one can know what occurs in the mind
When volatile men are annoyed and confined.
 
They say, like Jack Torrance, the winter caretaker,
That past tragedies are no sign or deal breaker.
He’s simply too sane for such things to occur;
His wife is the same, and he’d never hurt her.
 
But get them alone in a desolate maze
And watch them get worse with the passing of days
And cringe as the dread and the wickedness weave,
For those at the Overlook may never leave.
__________________
 

The only part of this Stephen King adaptation I’d seen previously was the snippets of the most famous scenes in Twister. Oh, and countless parodies of that infamous send-up of Johnny Carson’s introduction. Not being a fan of horror in general, I’m not surprised I never got around to this one, but I decided to give it a try based on its reputation alone (92% on Rotten Tomatoes).

Though horror often has a stigma as a B-movie genre, frequently relying on clichés, cardboard characters, and unnecessary violence, The Shining is a film that truly deserves its iconic status and high rankings among the top scary films. While I’m not a fan of Stanley Kubrick and consider 2001 vastly overrated, I have to admit he’s quite the skillful filmmaker. The direction and cinematography are exceptional, full of those long tracking shots that leave viewers like me enraptured by the fluidity of the camerawork. The film was one of the first to fully utilize the new Steadicam, which allowed the camera to follow the characters as they stroll, creep, or flee through expansive rooms and twisting corridors. Not only is it admirable for its style, but it also heightens the tension (along with the unnervingly dissonant score) as the viewer rounds corner after corner, preparing for some inevitable surprise that may or may not come.

Equally impressive is the performance from the ever brilliant Jack Nicholson as Jack Torrance, the kind of sanity-sapping role at which Nicholson excels, though he looked at least a little unhinged even from the beginning when he was supposed to seem normal. (It’s those devilish eyebrows!) I do wonder, though, what it was exactly that triggered his maniac descent when he seemed fine for an entire month; perhaps it was merely the constant sole presence of his wife (a perfectly hysterical Shelley Duvall), whom he evidently resented on some level even beforehand. The young Danny Lloyd also gives a memorably creepy performance as son Danny Torrance, who possesses some form of ESP (referred to as “shining”) and shares a body with the ambiguous Tony, who could be anything from a split personality to an unexplained possession. While Lloyd’s scenes are highly effective, I can’t help but feel concern when films like this employ such young child actors for potentially unsettling roles, though Lloyd supposedly never realized he was filming a horror movie. Also, sharing another film with Nicholson is Scatman Crothers, the concerned cook who reminded me of that sheriff in King’s Misery in more ways than one.

While the horror genre would not be taken seriously by the Academy until Silence of the Lambs in 1991, The Shining had the potential to break that barrier first, boasting enough quality filmmaking to deserve Oscar nominations or wins for at least Best Actor, Editing, and Cinematography. Alas, it was not to be, since The Shining’s popularity was slow in coming, and it was actually nominated that year for Razzies rather than Oscars. It was criticized for its slow pace and significant differences from King’s novel, but the main flaws for me were the language and a wholly unnecessary nude scene thrown in to solidify its R rating. Despite this, the film fits the mold of the few horror films I like in focusing on restrained horror and disturbing atmosphere rather than continual gore. The Shining is one of the best examples of a psychological horror, full of taut ambience, a little inexplicable weirdness, and an enigmatic ending that has kept critics and fans debating ever since about ghosts, time travel, and psychosis. Even so, it’s not one I’d watch often and certainly not at night.

Best line: (the obvious; Jack Torrance, as he axes through a door) “Heeere’s Johnny!”

 
Rank: List Runner-Up
 

© 2015 S. G. Liput

305 Followers and Counting

Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015)

05 Tuesday May 2015

Posted by sgliput in Movies, Poetry, Reviews, Writing

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Action, Drama, Sci-fi, Superhero

 
 
With S.H.I.E.L.D. out of service,
At least on the surface,
Six awesome Avengers defend the world still.
Since HYDRA arose,
They’ve empowered new foes,
Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch, twins with ill will.
 
Once Tony Stark’s had
An epiphany bad,
He then starts preparing for “peace in our time,”
But Ultron’s created
And quickly upgraded,
Equating true peace with a murderous crime.
 
Against these new threats
And alarming skill sets,
Our heroes must deal with their goals and their fear,
And when all agree
To save Earth mightily,
The smackdown is epic and worth a good cheer.
____________________
 

As my first review for a film still in theaters, Avengers: Age of Ultron is luckily just the kind of film to see on the big screen, with all the eye-popping action and comic book culmination that drive superhero fans like me nuts. The first Avengers stands as one of the most breathtaking feats of any superhero franchise, bringing together characters from past films and achieving a surprising balance between action, heart, and geek heaven character interaction. It’s a high point in the superhero genre that won’t be easily topped, and though Age of Ultron doesn’t quite match it, it comes close enough to still be worthy of the Avengers name.

Like X-Men: Days of Future Past, the cast is potentially unwieldy. There’s the heroes we already know and love: Iron Man (Robert Downey, Jr.), Captain America (Chris Evans), Thor (Chris Hemsworth), Hulk (Mark Ruffalo), Black Widow (Scarlett Johansson), and Hawkeye (Jeremy Renner), plus other familiar faces like Nick Fury (Samuel L. Jackson), Maria Hill (Cobie Smulders), War Machine (Don Cheadle), and at least three others. Add to that Ultron, Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch, and at least three others, and you’ve got a likely mess in the wrong hands. Luckily, we have Joss Whedon’s hands to mold it into a mostly satisfying blockbuster, with all the wit, humor, pathos, and awesomeness you might expect from his name.

With the glut of old and new characters, their treatment and screen time necessarily vary. Iron Man and Captain America get little more than some funny exchanges about foul language and disagreements about how to make safe the world, while there’s some unexpected development for Hawkeye, Widow, and Hulk, making the most and least super of the group sympathetically human. Though the presence of recognizable faces from past films will fill hardcore fans with glee, a few are so fleeting that the filmmakers could have left them out, if only to avoid confusing the less initiated. The same goes for would-be antagonists like Baron von Strucker (Thomas Kretschmann) and Ulysses Klaue (Andy Serkis), who barely stick around long enough to make an impression. (I find it interesting that those two previously appeared together as shipmates in Peter Jackson’s King Kong, though with opposite fates.) As for Quicksilver (Aaron Taylor-Johnson) and Scarlet Witch (Elizabeth Olsen), the two newest an/pro-tagonists don’t stand out as much they should have, in some cases being treated as afterthoughts amid all else happening. Quicksilver isn’t quite as fast or memorable as Evan Peters’ version of the character in Days of Future Past, but he and his Eastern European sister manage at least a couple scenes that highlight their eventual importance to the still growing team.

As you would expect from so many characters, there’s a lot going on. If your mind wanders at the wrong moment, you might be wondering why everyone is suddenly headed to a fictional African nation to visit Gollum or why Thor is skinny-dipping in a mystical Norse pool. (I’m still not sure I understand that last one). A couple added plot elements are even introduced with little to no explanation, trusting the audience to simply keep up. Just as the first film has Thor and Iron Man going toe to toe, this one sees Iron Man and Hulk duking it out. Despite all the urban devastation throughout the film, the end places special importance on the safety of civilians, and some sacrifices toward the end do touch the heart, if not very deeply.

Ultron himself is more charismatic than just some bloodthirsty robot, and James Spader’s voice gives him a compelling personality with darkly humorous and strangely religious overtones. Yet his motivations and origins are consistently murky, similar to Peter Dinklage in Days of Future Past, a villain who deep down admires his prey but intends to extinguish them for nebulous reasons. His evil plot is astonishingly inventive (though one of his creations leads to a promising new character and his inevitable downfall), and the battle to thwart it is eye-popping, including one of those goose-bump-raising extended shots with all the heroes kicking enemy butt like only the Avengers can.

I didn’t intend to make three references to Days of Future Past here, but I suppose both of these films exemplify the trend in superhero films, to bring past triumphs together into an overstuffed but breathtaking array of comic book goodness. These films and Guardians of the Galaxy seem to draw their energy from a “the more characters, the better” mentality, so long as an even-handed writer and director keep everything balanced and entertaining. Time will tell if DC can pull the same thing off with their Justice League intentions or if Marvel is destined to remain the big name in superhero hits. Age of Ultron was almost everything I had hoped, yet another sign that Marvel has yet to stumble.

Best line:  (Tony Stark) “We’re the Avengers; we can bust weapons dealers the whole doo-da-day, but how do we cope with something like that?”
(Steve Rogers) “Together.”
(Stark) “We’ll lose.”
(Rogers) “We do that together too.”
 
 
Rank: Top 100-Worthy (to join the first one)
 

© 2015 S. G. Liput

305 Followers and Counting

Coma (1978)

02 Saturday May 2015

Posted by sgliput in Movies, Poetry, Reviews, Writing

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Drama, Thriller

 
 
Surgeries happen every day,
Routine and clean, so doctors say.
You simply go to sleep and then
They ought to wake you up again.
 
What’s that? You’ve heard, through some mistake,
That sometimes people never wake?
That’s possible, but don’t dismay;
It’s very rare, so doctors say.
 
You need not worry of a coma;
Trust the doc and his diploma.
Never fear about foul play
That can’t occur, so doctors say.
 
Statistics prove how safe you are;
The surgeon’s been ideal so far.
He’ll deftly take the pain away,
And you’ll be fine, so doctors say.
________________
 

Michael Crichton’s second film, after Westworld, was this adaptation of Robin Cook’s novel, about (you guessed it!) comas. More specifically, it concerns the investigations of young medical resident Dr. Susan Wheeler (Genevieve Bujold), who notices suspicious similarities among routine surgeries which result in unexplained brain deaths.

I had never even heard of this film before my VC recommended it, but it was actually quite entertaining, a mystery/thriller that keeps viewers guessing with its overriding paranoia. It starts off a bit rocky with a lover’s quarrel between Drs. Wheeler and Mark Bellows (Michael Douglas), which escalates quickly with too little characterization as yet for us to know with whom we should sympathize. Add to this a slightly disturbing early scene involving a “routine” abortion, and I was dubious about whether the rest of the film would improve. It did. As Susan proceeds from apparently overthinking these cases to uncovering genuinely suspect evidence of foul play, the danger grows more and more real, with shady voyeurs and ruthless conspiracies. A couple scenes may seem like science fiction, but the film is even more frightening for the fact that its core concept is chillingly plausible. The reveals are best left for actually watching the film (don’t even see the spoiler-ific trailer), since it’s a glued-to-the-screen experience from the midpoint on.

I can’t say I’ve seen any of Bujold’s films, so I was interested to see the actress who was almost Captain Janeway on Star Trek: Voyager. To be honest, I prefer Kate Mulgrew, but Bujold could have pulled it off. She deftly carries the bulk of the film, first with some women’s lib independence, then with an increasingly paranoid race for the truth and survival. Richard Widmark, Rip Torn, and Michael Douglas also provide commendable performances, even though I’ll always see the latter as either Jack Colton from Romancing the Stone or Gordon Gekko from Wall Street. The most surprising appearances are the film debuts of not only Ed Harris, but also an ill-fated Tom Selleck.

Now that I’ve seen the original film, I should also check out the A&E miniseries remake from 2012, if only for comparison. I doubt it could match this film’s burgeoning tension, but you never know. Thanks to my VC, Coma is yet another nearly forgotten film of the ‘70s to add to my list.

Best line: (a nurse) “Doctors make the worst patients. They know too much.”

 
Rank: List-Worthy
 

© 2015 S. G. Liput

303 Followers and Counting

The Hunger Games: Mockingjay — Part 1 (2014)

30 Thursday Apr 2015

Posted by sgliput in Movies, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Reviews, Writing

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Action, Drama, Sci-fi

 
 
In District 13, Katniss Everdeen waits,
Unsettled by District 12 citizens’ fates.
Deep under the ground with her saved family,
She worries for Peeta interminably.
Both Plutarch and resolute President Coin
Are eager for her to recover and join.
 
Insisting that Peeta be rescued someday,
Poor Katniss agrees to be their Mockingjay,
The hero for all districts, sure to inspire
The masses and light an unquenchable fire.
Since staged propaganda does not work as well,
She heads to the war zones to get mad as hell.
 
Her anger at Snow for the cruel devastation
Extends to the people who rise from privation.
Yet who should appear on the Capitol screens
But Peeta, denouncing the riotous scenes?
The boy’s brain seems washed, but he still tries to warn
The rebels of sudden barrages that morn.
 
When Capitol power is violently cut,
The rebels move in ere the window is shut.
The three captive tributes that Snow has been holding
Are surely a part of his scheme still unfolding.
Though Katniss is eager for Peeta’s return,
She’s shocked at the lesson Snow wants her to learn.
_________________
 

(Since this is the last day of NaPoWriMo, my reviews will probably be less frequent from now on, but I thought I’d go out on a more well-known film.)

This latest installment of the Hunger Games franchise wasn’t as well-received as its predecessors, and it does stand apart from those films in some crucial ways. For one thing, there are no actual Hunger Games, the televised blood sport that managed to thrill both the citizens of Panem and countless readers and viewers. Instead, the film chooses to focus on District 13 and its commissioning of everyone’s favorite grieving archer to lead the revolt against the Capitol and President Snow. They basically have her do what she’s done in the past: grieve for the fallen, land awesome arrow shots, and make rebellious statements against tyranny, just more forcefully than in the past and this time caught on camera. In this case, there’s quite a bit of Katniss grieving: for the decimated District 12, for Snow’s current victims, for her captive boyfriend Peeta (their love was real; who knew?), and the comparatively brief scenes of action and tension don’t exactly balance out her emotional turmoil. Every time Peeta came on screen and people either booed him or asked what Snow had done to him, I kept wondering why no one considered that he had been brainwashed. That seemed like the most obvious explanation. And of course, the film’s greatest weakness is the stigma of being Part 1, a film in which the first half of a relatively short book is dragged out and concluded on a far from satisfying note.

All that being said, Mockingjay — Part 1 is still an important piece of the franchise, however financially exploitative it may be. The events following Catching Fire are given greater emotional weight, and Jennifer Lawrence continues to project a compelling mix of strength, vulnerability, and concern for both friends and family. While it’s a bit jarring for her to go from fighting for survival to filming propaganda pieces, Katniss’s transition from tribute to freedom fighter feels well-earned and depicts the motivating power that revolutionary media can have on a volatile populace. The film’s best scene is the dam attack in which a haunting folk song (with lyrics drawn from Suzanne Collins’ book) is employed as an anthem of rebellion. “The Hanging Tree” is one of those unique aspects of this franchise that transcends the story itself (like the three-finger salute or that familiar whistle), and it stayed with this viewer much more than Lorde’s Globe-nominated “Yellow Flicker Beat.”

Thus, while it would have been better to film Mockingjay as one film, this one still has merit. We get to meet Julianne Moore as District 13’s President Coin and see more of the late Philip Seymour Hoffman as Plutarch Heavensbee. The few moments of tension certainly are thrilling, and that twist at the end surely took everyone who hadn’t read the books by surprise (even if that’s just me and five other people). While much of the film does feel unnecessarily prolonged, such as Katniss’s repetitive calls to Snow at the climax, I for one was still glad to spend more time with this story and these characters. Plus, the film fulfilled its main purpose; I’ll be there with countless others to see Part 2 this November.

By the way, here’s a musical version for those of you who could use a laugh. This is just one of three hilarious parody videos, all of which are well worth seeing. Enjoy!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=am1tzttZ8Pc

Best line: (Effie Trinket, who apparently wasn’t much in the third book) “They’ll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.”

 
Rank: List-Worthy (joining the other two as one series)
 

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Bottom-Dweller: 5 Centimeters Per Second (2007)

29 Wednesday Apr 2015

Posted by sgliput in Movies, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Reviews, Writing

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Animation, Anime, Bottom-Dweller, Drama, Romance

 

(Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was for a poem written in the form of a review. Perfect for a poet/movie reviewer, right? In this case, I combined my usual poem and review into the single rant below.)

For those who might think I like all animation,
I’ll simply refer to this dreadful creation.
I’ve mentioned before that I cherish the art
And story of Ghibli’s Whisper of the Heart,
And after I saw it, I searched on my own
For anime like it that might be well-known
For a similar quiet and intimate tone.
 
I read some good things about this little flick
From Makoto Shinkai and hoped it would click.
I watched it, this 5 Centimeters Per Second,
And found it was not at all what I had reckoned.
This Japanese drama with praise was anointed.
Did no critic see how delayed and disjointed
This tearjerker is? Was just I disappointed?
 
The film’s broken up into three distinct parts,
With each saying more of the breaking of hearts.
It starts off with promise; two thirteen-year-olds
Are both separated as each life unfolds.
By train, the boy Tono then travels through white,
Through blizzard and blockages to reunite
With distant Akari who waits through the night.
 
This first part alone could have stayed on its own
And is rather sweet, though it’s tedium-prone,
But Parts 2 and 3 are unduly depressing,
With one girl downcast by love she’s not professing,
And then we see Tono grown up, while Akari
Has moved on without him, with both feeling sorry
And gazing at petals and skies dark and starry.
 
The film lasts an hour, with a pace so not vital
It seems twice as long, with less speed than the title,
Which fondly refers to the unhurried crawl
At which cherry blossoms supposedly fall.
When all’s said and done, out of nowhere appears
A strange music video meant to draw tears
To recap this great waste of time for the ears.
 
The film’s greatest strength is the beautiful art,
A treat for the eyes if not quite for the heart.
The landscapes are lovely, replete with details,
But that’s not enough, for the story still fails.
There’s much symbolism with petals and birds,
With launches of space probes and unspoken words,
And some of it’s poignant, though broken in thirds.
 
The imagery may be the film’s biggest draw,
But how it’s employed is a signature flaw.
Most anime’s mingled with peaceful transitions,
A still or an object, like small intermissions,
But actions in this film are drawn out and laced
With tons of these images, ploddingly paced,
Which may bear some beauty but aren’t to my taste.
 
Yet what do I draw from these touching vignettes,
That love sure can stink when it’s full of regrets?
A drama needs more than some symbols about
The fact that some romances just don’t work out.
There aren’t even reasons implied to explain
Why two former lovebirds broke up in such pain.
I grieved by the end, for my hour spent in vain.
 
 
Rank: Bottom-Dweller
 

© 2015 S. G. Liput

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Becoming Jane (2007) (Full Version)

28 Tuesday Apr 2015

Posted by sgliput in Movies, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Reviews, Writing

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Drama, History, Romance

 
 
The author Jane Austen
Refused to get lost in
Romance of her own,
Though for that she’s well-known.
__________________
 

(Here’s the full review for the poem I wrote a couple days ago. Since I already have my NaPoWriMo poem for today with X-Men: Days of Future Past, I thought today would be a good day to finish this one.)

Becoming Jane follows in the footsteps of biopics like Cross Creek and Shakespeare in Love in asking, “Why remake an author’s work when you can depict the supposed events in their life that inspired that work?” Anne Hathaway is a lovely Jane Austen, and James McAvoy is a debonair Tom LeFroy, the brief acquaintance from Austen’s life whom the film expands into a full-on would-be love interest. Even if their romance isn’t entirely true to history, Hathaway and McAvoy have all the chemistry they need to make for a heart-throbbing Janeite passion.

It’s a film that seems to have everything going for it: an evocative score, ravishing costumes and production design, compelling cinematography with vivid views of nature and framed scenes shot through corridors, and a cast of renowned thespians, such as James Cromwell, Julie Walters, and Maggie Smith. Its dialogue even bears the eloquent wit and civilized sauciness of Austen’s work, and therein lies an issue for me. As elegant as Austen’s writing is (“accomplished” as McAvoy’s LeFroy judges), its flowery language isn’t as appealing to a modern audience as it once was. Certainly there are plenty of Janeites out there who still swoon over her sophisticated style, and it isn’t as pretentious as The Philadelphia Story, but it takes more effort than usual sometimes to decipher the meaning behind her carefully constructed prose. Perhaps that’s the fault of me, too low-brow to keep up with her urbane language, but I doubt I’m the only one. I keep thinking of Tom Hanks in You’ve Got Mail, rolling his eyes as he slogs through Pride and Prejudice.

Like that film, Becoming Jane borrows the initial setup of her most famous novel, with Jane becoming instantly prejudiced against LeFroy’s arrogance toward her. Scenes involving Jane’s disagreeing parents and a country dance in which she and LeFroy trade polished barbs will certainly remind viewers of past productions of Pride and Prejudice. Yet since Austen is known to have never married, it’s clear that any attraction between the two is doomed to failure; herein lies the film’s uniqueness among Austen-like works. While all of her novels conclude basically with happy endings, such marital felicity was not to be hers, and the film’s final moments highlight the bittersweet sentiments of what-might-have-been. My VC agrees with me about the ornate dialogue but was still brought to tears by the denouement. It’s not necessarily a tragedy, since female independence has its last word over societal convention even if it can’t defy it, but Becoming Jane has its foundation in the real world, a world of desirable affection and indispensable money, a world meant to be perfected by a sadder but wiser novelist.

Best line: (Mrs. Austen, when Jane starts writing instead of attending to a suitor) “Jane!”
(Lady Gresham) “What is she doing?”
(Mr. Wisley, the suitor) “Writing.”
(Lady Gresham) “Can anything be done about it?”
 
 
Rank: List Runner-Up
 

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Song of the Sea (2014)

27 Monday Apr 2015

Posted by sgliput in Movies, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Reviews, Writing

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Animation, Drama, Family, Fantasy

Review: 'Song of the Sea' is a masterwork by director Tomm Moore - LA Times
 
Children
Are rarely
Prepared for tragedy.
 
Ben’s
Little sister
Can transform magically.
 
Selkies
Sing peace,
Only wearing coats.
 
Saoirse
Needs hers,
Freeing silent throats.
 
Fantasy
And emotion
Animate the ocean.
__________________
 

(Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was for a hay(na)ku, a haiku variant with three lines, one word in the first, two in the second, and three in the third. In this case, I connected several, and since the word hay(na)ku sounds rather Celtic, even if it probably isn’t, I wrote them for last year’s Song of the Sea.)

Just as The Secret of Kells came out of nowhere when it was nominated for Best Animated Feature in 2009, director Tomm Moore’s second film Song of the Sea was released with little fanfare (at least here in the U.S.) but luckily received another Oscar nod to lend it some added exposure. I very much enjoyed Kells, but this follow-up is even better, with deeper themes and more relatable characters. Like its predecessor, Song of the Sea boasts meticulously hand-drawn animation designed to resemble medieval Celtic art, a haunting Gaelic-infused lullaby sung by a magical child, and an intriguing mix of Christian motifs and Irish mythology. Five years in the making, the animation truly is a wonder; every frame has a beauty and balance, replete with gentle curves, jagged spikes, serene curlicues, and other geometric phenomena. Like Kells, nearly every scene could be a work of art, but here the animation connecting them is smoother and the plot more involving. Even modern sights absent from Kells are opportunities for entrancing symmetry, such as roundabouts and power lines. The character designs are more appealing as well, particularly little Saoirse, one of the cutest animated children since Boo in Monsters, Inc. (It also provides a reliable pronunciation for the Irish word for “freedom,” [SEER-sha]. Who hasn’t wondered how to say it ever since they first saw Saoirse Ronan’s name?)

Song of the Sea | Coolidge Corner Theater

After the loss of their mother, Ben is bitter toward his mute little sister, who discovers her mystical roots as a selkie, the seal equivalent of a mermaid. When their grief-stricken father (Brendan Gleeson, who was also in The Secret of Kells) finally agrees to send them to the city with their grandmother (Lost alert: Fionnula Flannigan), the children journey cross-country to reunite Saoirse with her selkie coat, encountering various members of the Deenashee, or faerie folk, along the way. This main plot could have been enough for the typical filmmaker, but Moore invests special symbolism in the mythological backstory of the giant Mac Lir, who suffered a great tragedy, and Macha the Owl Witch, his mother who turned him to stone. The story can be taken at face value, but it carries certain parallels to Ben’s family (made explicit in the voice acting) to provide unexpected depth for those looking for it.

Both of Moore’s films have attracted comparisons with the works of Hayao Miyazaki, with their relaxed pacing and earnest natural beauty. Ben’s efforts to reverse the transformative curse of a large-headed witch may remind some of Spirited Away, but Song of the Sea is a far more emotional journey than most of Miyazaki’s films. Through magical intervention, Ben becomes more responsible and aware of his brotherly role, and a maternal moment toward the end could either confuse or extract a few tears. For me, it almost did the latter. The accents and the music clearly mark the film as a product of Ireland, and it fits in well with my personal attraction to everything Celtic (including the actual “Song of the Sea,” which wins a spot in my End Credits Song Hall of Fame). It’s the very definition of an animated gem, the kind of lovingly crafted project that may never attract a vast audience but certainly deserves one.

Best line: (Bronach, the selkie/mother) “My son, remember me in your stories and in your songs. Know that I will always love you, always.”

 
Rank: List-Worthy
 

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