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Elvis (2022)

15 Saturday Apr 2023

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Biopic, Drama, History, Musical

(For Day 15 of NaPoWriMo, the prompt was to write a poem praising a role model while suggesting doubt around their supposed reputation. A biopic seemed like an ideal choice for this topic, since they so often expose the seedier aspects of celebrities.)

When searching music history,
From madrigals to neo-soul,
Elvis Presley was expressly
Called the King of Rock and Roll.

That clearly means the genre must
Have started with his rise to fame.
Raucous singing, pelvic swinging –
Closely linked to Elvis’ name.

Is Elvis not the true foundation
Of the rock we now revere?
When your sound is that renowned,
He must have been the pioneer,
Or so I hear.
____________________

MPA rating: PG-13

At this point, I expect all successful musicians of yesteryear to eventually get a film exposing their struggles and faults. Honestly, I’m surprised it took this long for Elvis Presley to get the Hollywood biopic treatment (not counting incidental narratives like Elvis & Nixon), but director Baz Luhrmann certainly went all out to finally make the King’s story into a flashy blockbuster. Framed as a deathbed recollection of Elvis’ infamously controlling manager Colonel Tom Parker (Tom Hanks), the story recounts Elvis’ life from his early fascination with African-American gospel music to his 1968 Christmas special comeback to his restrictive Las Vegas residency.

As I think most people acknowledge, the real star here is Austin Butler, who plays Elvis to perfection with an effortless drawl and swagger yet still makes him feel like a real person in a way old performance footage often doesn’t. It’s one of those rare ideal matches between star and subject that every biopic dreams of finding. And while Tom Hanks has gotten plenty of flak for his fake Dutch(?) accent, even winning two Razzies for the role, I thought he did a fine job, striking a convincing balance between fondness for “his boy” and the greed and anxiety of not wanting to lose control of his cash cow.

What felt more divisive than Hanks’s performance is Luhrmann’s direction, pumping as much visual glitz and bustle into each second as possible. The camera swoops and swirls with fever-dream abandon and rarely rests on any one scene for very long, further punctuated by anachronistic music, I suppose chosen to show Elvis’ continuing impact on modern music, even though rap tends to clash with 1950s Memphis. Yet as the film progressed, the drama and conflict between Elvis and Parker become more pronounced, and the direction likewise settles into a more serious mode that supports the emotional moments toward the end. I’m discovering that this is apparently a Luhrmann trend, since I recall Strictly Ballroom having a similar tonal switch from a first half I hated to a second half I loved. I suppose a strong ending is preferable to the alternative, but his style does take some getting used to.

That being said, Elvis does right by its iconic namesake, highlighting his stage presence and vocal power so closely replicated by Butler, who absolutely deserved his Best Actor nomination (though I am happy for Brendan Fraser’s win). His stunning rendition of “If I Can Dream” and the closing integration of “Unchained Melody” with real footage are especially brilliant. While it’s overlong and sidesteps some of his failings, like marital infidelity, the film shines a light on many details I never knew about the King of Rock and Roll and will likely become the de facto cinematic version of his story.

Best line: (Elvis) “A reverend once told me, ‘When things are too dangerous to say, sing.’”

Rank: List Runner-Up

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Shadow in the Cloud (2020)

13 Thursday Apr 2023

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Action, Drama, Horror, Thriller, War

(For Day 13 of NaPoWriMo, the prompt was for a short poem “that follows the beats of a classic joke,” though mine is less of a joke and more of a taunt in need of countering.)

It used to be
If men were meant to fly,
They would have been born with wings.

It used to be
If women were meant to fly,
They wouldn’t need men for things.

Maybe let them try
Before saying who can fly.
_______________________

MPA rating:  R (for frequent language and some bloody violence)

What do you get when you cross Memphis Belle, “Nightmare at 20,000 Feet,” and a gonzo female empowerment fantasy? You get Shadow in the Cloud, a high-flying action-horror-drama starring Chloe Grace Moretz as RAF Officer Maude Garrett, who boards a plane flying out of New Zealand in the midst of World War II. Insisting on the safety of a mysterious package she carries, Maude bristles at the sexist comments of the all-male flight crew and spends the first half of the film stowed in the gun turret on the plane’s underside. Yet a dangerous gremlin-like creature threatens the plane and her package, spurring her to prove just how tenacious a “hysterical” woman can be.

Shadow in the Cloud is an over-the-top treat in many regards. After an opening scene in which Maude briefly meets the surly airmen of the Fool’s Errand, the first half of the movie has a clever claustrophobia to it, trapping her in the cramped gunner’s bubble with no easy escape. Everything is from her perspective, with the personalities of the rest of the crew conveyed solely by dialogue over the radio, from racist horndogs to stubborn pilots. It’s unfortunate that, with one exception, every male character is a condescending, foul-mouthed jerk to varying degrees, but I suppose such grating scorn must have been common enough in real life to be considered such a stereotype. Here, of course, it’s the kind of extreme disrespect engineered for movie heroines to prove wrong.

Beyond the human conflict, rife with mistrust as Maude herself becomes a source of suspicion, the film takes a hard turn into creature feature action and doesn’t let up. The feats Maude pulls off in the second half, facing off against a bat-like gremlin that taunts her as it sabotages the plane, are absurd yet thrilling, and a whole dogfight sequence was ridiculous movie adrenaline in the best way. Moretz is a lovely and talented actress, and she perfectly balances the intense emotions at play. Plus, the music is right up my alley, with a synth-heavy score that ranges from ominous to frenetic and ending with Kate Bush’s “Hounds of Love” (a worthy addition to the End Credits Song Hall of Fame). Highly entertaining and bombastic even as it teeters into B-movie camp, Shadow in the Cloud strikes a strange balance between well-acted gender conflict and intense monster revenge action, while also giving a nod to the real-life women who served in the air forces during World War II. It’s an odd mix but one worth the ride.

Best line: (Maude, after asking for permission to fire at an enemy aircraft) “I was being polite!” [fires at will]

Rank: List Runner-Up

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Infinitum: Subject Unknown (2021)

11 Tuesday Apr 2023

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Drama, Sci-fi

(For Day 11 of NaPoWriMo, the prompt was to write something based on some overheard dialogue. For lack of time and inspiration, I went with a quick summation of a recent movie’s paranoia instead.)

They’re watching me now as they whisper
And guess what I’m bound to do next.
Am I coming or going?
I’m sick of not knowing,
Just one among countless subjects.

They’re prodding and setting my limits.
I only have so far to go,
A rat stuck complying
And gradually dying.
The maze is my new status quo.
______________________________

MPA rating: Not Rated (I guess R for some F words, nothing else objectionable)

You know how sometimes you try a random, obscure movie just because the name catches your interest and you stumble upon something great you never expected to find? That’s happened to me before, but not this time. Infinitum: Unknown Subject is an example of what happens when science fiction has its head too far up its butt to deliver an actual story.

Shot on an iPhone during the pandemic with mostly a single actress (Tori Butler-Hart), the film starts promisingly as the bewildered Jane awakens tied to a chair in a sealed attic, being watched by cameras. She escapes and explores the house and the deserted streets outside, but periodically resets, returning to her tied-up starting position while also getting glimpses of a war-torn landscape and echoes of her own past or future.

It reminded me somewhat of “White Bear,” one of the best episodes of Black Mirror, yet the plot for the film doesn’t ultimately go anywhere. There are interview snippets of scientists (including a barely-there Ian McKellen) talking about experiments and the “paraverse,” but there’s never any clarity on what is actually happening to Jane or why. With the repetitious loops and lack of other character interactions, Jane’s journey makes for a painfully dull 86 minutes. I feel I shouldn’t dunk on Infinitum too hard since they were experimenting with how to make a movie during a pandemic, but this failure is an example of what not to do.

Rank: Dishonorable Mention

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Paint (2023)

08 Saturday Apr 2023

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Comedy, Drama

(Sorry for missing yesterday, but I’m back for Day 8 of NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt was a doozy, trying to incorporate elements of the “Twenty Little Poetry Projects” all in one poem. It’s a lot, so I tried incorporating the myriad guidelines into a rambling painting session.)

The empty canvas is an infant’s soul,
Clean at birth, no stain or man’s control.
Let’s paint on it.

First, we’ll start with what some will know
As the verdant foe of cold and snow,
Or as I call it, green.

Yes, let’s dab that canvas, guys,
And stab pine needles through its eyes,
But gently, gingerly, with care,
Enough so folks know you were there.
Then spread it out, now up and down,
And give that tree a royal crown
So it will reign with a foliate fist
Of eau de Nil, that egotist.

And now, let’s cleanse our pallet with blue,
So pure, you’ll hear the ocean too.
Then spread it wide with broader strokes.
This humble painter knows you folks
Enjoy a sky to complement
That oak below who’s so content.
So paint it deep, then add some whites
For cotton clouds like leukocytes.
If one’s not right, try painting three
Or hanging upside down like me.
Then daub more blue down here too, fellas,
For waves to make Lake Tahoe jealous.

And now the browns down on the ground;
Just smell that lucky dirt you found.
Those aren’t just smears; they’re mulch and gravel,
Perfect for the hiker’s travel.
We’ll add a boulder by the tree’s toe –
The tree must have dropped it years ago.
And at last, let’s add a friendly bush,
No thorns to prick, just blooms to push.
Picasso, eat your heart out.

Now how about them apples, y’all.
You taste that lakeside aerosol?
Museums everywhere will plead
For your next work. It’s guaranteed.
Sure, no one’s breaking down my door,
But I’m not bitter. I’m not sore.
Who cares how long since my debut?
An infant soul’s awaiting you.
_______________________________

MPA rating: PG-13 (for drug use and innuendo)

For the first time, I checked out the Mystery Movie periodically hosted by Regal Cinemas, where you don’t know what movie you’re walking into, just that it’s an early pre-release showing. While I was hoping for perhaps Dungeons & Dragons or Space Oddity, I was admittedly a little disappointed when it turned out to be Paint, the indie comedy with Owen Wilson playing a very Bob Ross-like TV painter named Carl Nargle. Yet it turned out to be good that my expectations were low, since I enjoyed this quaint little satire more than I thought I would.

Carl has spent decades hosting the popular show Paint on his Vermont public broadcasting network, and he’s become used to being treated as a local celebrity, idolized especially by all the women working at the network. Yet when the manager Tony (Stephen Root) brings in a young new talent named Ambrosia (Ciara Renée in her film debut) to revitalize the station, Carl’s comfortably stagnant world comes crashing down as he must decide what he values most.

Paint’s humor thrives on its gentle quirkiness, such as when Tony has to ask the always softspoken Carl if he’s yelling at him, but it also does a fine job at humanizing characters that could have been mere caricatures. Under a poofy perm, Wilson excels in the lead role, and though some of his behavior is problematic and his rivalry with Ambrosia resentful, the film manages to make the jerks in every situation not too jerky as to be unlikable. The reactions from everyone involved are understandable and never get too spiteful, with even Carl admiring Ambrosia’s talent. Michaela Watkins is also strong as Carl’s conflicted ex Katherine, and Root’s Tony is winsomely smarmy as he tries to suck up to whoever will get the station higher ratings.

With its behind-the-scenes drama and ego-poking humor, I could draw a comparison to 1991’s Soapdish, another film that pitted an established star against a popular newcomer. And considering how many comedies these days try to draw laughs from being as outrageous and R-rated as possible, I enjoyed this film’s hilariously subdued eccentricity and almost profanity-free script. It may seem at times like an SNL skit stretched to feature length, but Paint is a charmer worth seeing intentionally.

Rank: List Runner-Up

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The Mercy (2018)

06 Thursday Apr 2023

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Biopic, Drama, History

(For Day 6 of NaPoWriMo, the prompt was to base a poem off of some other poem in a different language from the Poetry International website, drawing inspiration from the sounds and letters. I used “Jailhouse Haikus” by Basque poet Kirmen Uribe, and tried to mimic the flow of the sounds while tying the meaning to this film about an unfortunate sailor.)

Bane of chart and map,
Against which straight courses drift –
An ignorant man.

Hang on and look out,
Bet and build and don’t compare –
Better to just dare.

Look, the open sea.
I’ll sail, only heart speaking.
Error? I care not.
_________________________

MPA rating: PG-13

We’re so used to underdog biopics being tales of misjudged heroes overcoming adversity and earning their place in history over all the naysayers. Think Rudy, Rocky, and The Rookie. After all, why would anyone want to watch an underdog story that doesn’t end happily? That is the question I was left with after seeing The Mercy, a biographical drama starring Colin Firth as amateur sailor Donald Crowhurst. In the late 1960s, Crowhurst came up with a ship design that he felt confident could win the Sunday Times Golden Globe Race, in which sailors would circumnavigate the globe alone on their yachts. The first half of the film has all the hallmarks of an inspirational history lesson, with Crowhurst betting his home and his business on one crazy idea he believes he can make happen, yet it’s no spoiler for anyone familiar with the notorious tale that things do not go as planned.

I debated whether or not to disclose the film’s ultimately sad turn, but I felt it was worth including, and it’s hardly a secret when looking up the movie. As an American, I had never heard of Crowhurst’s story and so was not expecting the ultimate tragedy of the tale. It’s a sad and open-ended account in real life, so the same is true for the film, which tries to fill in some gaps with speculations beyond the logs Crowhurst left behind. I will credit Firth, as well as Rachel Weisz as his devoted wife Clare, both of whom give excellent and nuanced performances. There is a place for tragic heroism and stories that remind us that well-intentioned hubris is no guarantee of success, if only to contrast with the overabundance of stories telling us the opposite. It’s just hard not to be disappointed at the reminder.

Best line: (Sir Francis Chichester, famed sailor) “To only do what has been done before is to live one’s life in the shadow of other men.”

Rank: Dishonorable Mention

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Old (2021)

04 Tuesday Apr 2023

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Drama, Horror, Thriller

(For Day 4 of NaPoWriMo, the prompt was for a triolet, an eight-line poem with a particular rhyme scheme and pattern of repeated lines. Honestly, these are my favorite prompts, trying out forms that I don’t normally think of on my own.)

Your age is just a number, friend,
But numbers have been known to kill.
Like currency you have to spend,
Your age is just a number, friend,
A short-term loan you can’t extend,
And everybody foots the bill.
Your age is just a number, friend,
But numbers have been known to kill.
_________________________

MPA rating:  PG-13

M. Night Shyamalan doesn’t exactly have the best track record when it comes to his movies, but every new project deserves a fair chance, regardless of past failures. And even if his films often don’t stand up to scrutiny, they are still typically well-made and excel at conjuring an atmosphere of low-key suspense. Old very much fits that mold. Based on a French-Swiss graphic novel called Sandcastle, the film mainly focuses on the Cappa family, made up of father Guy (Gael García Bernal), mother Prisca (Vicky Krieps), and children Trent and Maddox, whose recuperative vacation takes a dark turn as they and other tourists (Rufus Sewell, Ken Leung, Abbey Lee, and others) become trapped on a beach which ages them quickly.

As with most Shyamalan productions, the less you know going in, the better. Age itself may not seem like that much of a boogeyman, but the anxiety of watching years waste away in a matter of hours is rather effective, especially as health issues become more pronounced in this accelerated timeframe. (One scene involving bones breaking repeatedly is especially nightmarish.) And the seemingly peaceful beach is a lovely and unsettling locale, like a passive observer of the ordeal playing out on its white sands.

But of course, the story, despite its detail-oriented execution, has that Shyamalan fragility, with an explanation for the larger narrative that makes enough sense while watching to earn an “ahhh” but then falls apart when you consider all the logistical issues that apparently never bothered the writer-director. The script also takes some bewildering turns, often doesn’t follow its own logic, and doesn’t develop most of the characters beyond superficial hopes and fears. Old isn’t an outright bad film, but it’s a brittle one and further proof that Shyamalan’s talents could benefit from a good co-writer.

Best line: (Prisca, to her son, offering the theme of the film) “Stop wishing away this moment.”

Rank: Honorable Mention

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Three Thousand Years of Longing (2022)

02 Sunday Apr 2023

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Drama, Fantasy, Romance

(For Day 2 of NaPoWriMo, the prompt was to write surrealist answers/examples for various words and string them together into a poem. While my answers might be more flowery than surreal, I used the words thunder, mercurial, longing, ghost, miracle, and elusive for the lines below, while also including ties to this rather surreal film.)

A god that sobs when left behind.
A wedding ring in a drawer, unworn.
A king-size bed, half-cold at night.
A margin note for readers unborn.
An artifact forgotten yet found.
A smile in the eyes to match the mouth.
_____________________

MPA rating:  R (for violence, sex, and nudity, not constant but rather blatant)

When I saw the trailer for Three Thousand Years of Longing, it was bizarre and bombastic, seemingly in keeping with the director of Mad Max: Fury Road, George Miller himself, and I thought that Everything Everywhere All at Once might have a worthy competitor for weirdest film of the year. Yet one must remember that Miller also wrote and produced Babe, so he’s clearly a filmmaker with range. Based on the short story “The Djinn in the Nightingale’s Eye” by A. S. Byatt, Three Thousand Years of Longing is indeed an odd film, spanning the millennia of a genie’s life, yet it’s far more pensive and wistful even than the trailer might indicate. Yes, there is a scene where a man’s head drips off his body and turns into a giant fly, but that’s more of the exception rather than the rule when it comes to this film’s brand of fantastical.

The framing story belongs to British scholar Alithea Binnie (Tilda Swinton), a lonely soul who sees only metaphor in the tales of ancient myth and magic and so is surprised when a huge, wispy figure emerges from a bottle she bought in a Turkish bazaar. It is a Djinn (Idris Elba), and while he desires to grant Alithea the expected three wishes, she is more cautious than most. Instead, she listens to the Djinn’s stories of what brought him to his present bottle, anecdotes of repeated tragic romance, cruel kings, twists of fate, and unwise wishes, all of it leading to the shared bond of their overlapping stories and a wish of her own.

It’s hard to say whether Three Thousand Years of Longing is my kind of movie. This kind of weaving of episodic threads together into universal themes of love and loneliness certainly appeals to me, and Swinton and Elba are a brilliant unlikely pair as they evoke their quiet mutual longing for what seems unreachable. Yet the film also relishes in short bursts of excess, which contrast more with the main plot than the Doof Warrior’s flaming guitar did in Fury Road, and they feel more unnecessary as the plot takes some uncomfortable turns, like a brief section dedicated to a prince’s fetish for an obese harem.

George Miller deserves his label from the trailer as a “mad genius.” The film looks amazing with its stylized flashbacks and lavish production, and yet below all the indulgence, it retains a genuinely emotional core, like the subtle comparison drawn between the Djinn’s centuries of self-soothing trapped in his bottle and Alithea trying to convince herself she’s content being alone. And I was admittedly impressed to learn how much actual Turkish history was incorporated into the narrative. Yes, even the prince with the fat harem (look up Ibrahim the Mad). From its fantastical mixing of history and mythology to its surprisingly tender denouement, Three Thousand Years of Longing may lack cohesion, but it has style and originality to spare, which is becoming increasingly rare these days.

Best line: (Alithea) “Love is a gift. It’s a gift of oneself given freely. It’s not something one can ever ask for.”

Rank: List Runner-Up

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Vesper (2022)

01 Saturday Apr 2023

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(For Day 1 of NaPoWriMo, the prompt suggested taking inspiration from some old book covers here. Instead of the more fanciful options, I latched onto some mushrooms on the cover of Guillaume Sicard’s Histoire naturelle des champignons comestibles et vénéneux, apparently a guide to edible mushrooms, which brought to mind this fungus-heavy film.)

The old cliché “Life finds a way”
Omits the struggle and decay,
The mounds of death that pave that way
And grieve the sentient soul.

It would be nice if sacrifice
Were not the customary price,
If seeds could sprout without the vice
Of being buried in a hole.

We often can’t see what we plant,
But wishes do take time to grant.
Seeds that grow where hope is scant
Are always worth the toll.
________________________

MPA rating: Not Rated (right on the line between PG-13 and R, due to brief violence)

All science fiction films try to sell their world, whether it be some alternate history or futuristic metropolis, but few dystopias are as visually convincing as Vesper, a French-Lithuanian co-production made in English for wider appeal. Set in a ruined landscape where biotechnology fuels everything from lab-grown slaves to bacteria-powered electricity generators, this society is split between wealthy elite conclaves we never get to see and the rural desperation of subsistence colonies reliant on the supply of single-yield seeds for their food crops. Vesper (Raffiella Chapman) is a young teen with a knack for biotech, who finds a wounded girl (Rosy McEwen) from one of the elite Citadels and sees her as a chance to break out from the hardship into which she was born, much to the displeasure of her controlling uncle (Eddie Marsan).

Vesper excels in its realism in large part because so much of it is real, having shot in the misty forests of Lithuania rather than against Hollywood’s all-too-common green screen. It adds a lot to the atmosphere, a dirty and moist landscape rife with strange, blood-sucking plants and breathing trees. With its hopeful female protagonist and her private greenhouse of plants, the film definitely seems to draw inspiration from Hayao Miyazaki’s Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind, but its story and visual aesthetic are its own. The extent of its plant-based future is also fascinating, such as a weapon that spreads a slime mold over every surface and then vaporizes it into poison gas.

While the film is praiseworthy, its plot doesn’t seem to know where to go by the end, settling for a symbolic conclusion rather than any kind of closure for its heroine. Chapman and McEwen are both promising talents, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they went on to buzzier roles as Anya Taylor-Joy or Thomasin McKenzie have. Marsan brings menace and a latent pathos to the villainous uncle, while Richard Brake has a unique gravitas as Vesper’s quadriplegic father Darius, who is able to speak and follow Vesper through a floating drone with a Wilson-style face drawn on it. While its visuals are more interesting than the largely depressing narrative, Vesper is a must-see for fans of unique dystopias.

Best line: (Darius) “Oh Vesper, you don’t know the cost of dreams.”

Rank: List Runner-Up

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2022 Blindspot Pick #12: Children of Men (2006)

26 Sunday Feb 2023

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While most of us were waiting for a whimper or a bang,
The world we knew withdrew instead of ending.
We thought that we would certainly bounce back or boomerang,
And still we watch and wait, uncomprehending.

No more are teens or children even deemed a demographic,
For all are grown with none to take their place.
No crying babies anymore, no more school zone traffic,
And no descendants for a dying race.

It’s funny how the future’s so dependent on the youth
Who’ll live it out and screw it up anew.
Without them, it’s the present that becomes the only truth,
No benefit of retrospect for you.
_____________________________

MPA rating: R (for violence, language, and a childbirth scene)

At long last, we are here at the end of last year’s Blindspots! It’s been like pulling teeth for some reason getting to these overdue reviews, but hopefully I can pick up the pace with new material for the year. Luckily, I ended this 2022 series with a winner. Based on the P.D. James novel, Children of Men is the scariest kind of dystopia, one that feels all too possible within its speculative what-if scenario. Even aspects that may have seemed less immediate in 2006 have taken on an uncomfortable prescience now, from the chaos of illegal immigration to government-sanctioned self-euthanasia.

Instead of some distant nuclear war or technological breakthrough, this world’s disaster is the slow and quiet death of infertility. Since 2009, women can no longer get pregnant, and now in 2027, children are a thing of the past, with hope being further corroded by England’s brutally suppressed influx of refugees. Bureaucrat Theo Faron (Clive Owen) sees little he can do in the face of the crisis until he is drawn into the effort of his activist ex-wife (Julianne Moore) to get a somehow pregnant refugee named Kee (Clare-Hope Ashitey) to safety.

Director Alfonso Cuaron outdid himself in making Children of Men a gripping and visceral experience. I was bordering on bored during the first twenty minutes, as the extreme despair of Theo’s London is presented, a world fumbling through a tunnel with no light at the end. Yet once the main quest of the plot is established, ferrying Kee out of England to a mysterious organization called the Human Project, it becomes a breathless chase as Theo and his allies must outmaneuver insurgents and government obstacles. Even the less bombastic moments have a suspenseful edge to them, like a “car chase” in which a stalling car rolls downhill with runners in close pursuit. (That actually sounds strangely comical written down, but it’s thrilling in context.) While it was nice seeing the likes of Chiwetel Ejiofor and Michael Caine, the performances don’t stand out as much as the technical excellence around them, but they build on the plot’s subtext as a modern Nativity story, with Owen’s everyman helping Ashitey’s Marian figure through dangers on all sides.

As I’ve mentioned many times before, I’m a sucker for long scenes with no (or hidden) cuts, which happen to be Cuaron’s specialty. I was familiar with a scene in which a car is assailed by an armed mob, which required an impressive camera rig to swing around the inside of a car with five people in it, but even more impressive was an over-six-minute shot in which Theo weaves through an urban warzone, into and out of a building under heavy fire. It’s hard for anything to top the feature length of 1917, but the sheer audacity of staging and shooting such a sequence has my immense respect and admiration.

Of course, I would have preferred it without the cursing and two brief scenes of nudity, but Children of Men deserves its critical acclaim. I’m honestly surprised that it wasn’t deemed worthy of Oscar nominations for Best Picture or Best Director (it did get a nod for Cinematography and Adapted Screenplay), but it’s not the first time the Academy snubbed a deserving film. I read that the film’s ending was intentionally left open-ended to allow for hope or despair depending on the viewer, and I’m rather glad that I found it hopeful, if bittersweet. It’s not always easy finding that light at the end of the tunnel, but it’s there.

Best line: (Michael Caine’s Jasper) “Everything is a mythical, cosmic battle between faith and chance.”

Rank:  List Runner-Up (close to List-Worthy)

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2022 Blindspot Pick #11: Grand Canyon (1991)

15 Wednesday Feb 2023

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For every moment of suffering,
For every moment of joy,
For every up or down you face,
Another’s felt it in your place.
Another’s felt that same heartache,
That grateful twinge, that give and take,
And you can trust you’re not alone
In every feeling you can’t shake.

Perhaps they’re a hemisphere distant,
Perhaps they are right down the street,
Perhaps you’ve met and couldn’t tell
How similar the parallel
Between the feelings that you share,
The craving dream, the silent prayer.
Perhaps you both look nothing alike,
But what you share is always there.
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MPA rating: R (mainly for language and brief nudity)

One of fellow blogger MovieRob’s favorite films (thanks for the recommendation), Grand Canyon is the kind of film I usually like, a wide-reaching glimpse into the lives of diverse people and how their individual stories intersect. This sort of ensemble picture can have varying levels of prestige, from the holiday charm of Love Actually to the sober drama of Yi Yi, but it can also go wildly wrong if too many of the stories themselves are uninteresting or off-putting, as with last year’s disappointing Blindspot Short Cuts. Thankfully, Grand Canyon is on the positive side of that spectrum, though there’s a distinct feeling that it’s trying too hard to hammer home its themes.

Advertised as a spiritual successor to writer-director Lawrence Kasdan’s The Big Chill (one of my VC’s favorite movies), the film’s main dynamic is sparked when lawyer Mack (Kevin Kline) narrowly escapes being mugged thanks to the cool-headed tow truck driver Simon (Danny Glover), after which Mack goes out of his way to befriend Simon and help him and his family. Alongside this plot are parallel threads about Mack’s wife (Mary McDonnell) wanting to adopt an abandoned baby she finds and his movie producer friend Davis (Steve Martin) second-guessing the violent content of his films after he is injured in a shooting. Add in the likes of Alfre Woodard, Mary-Louise Parker, and Jeremy Sisto, and you have an outstanding ensemble cast on hand.

On a purely narrative level, Grand Canyon deals with how people react to unexpected changes in their life – a near-death experience, a mid-life crisis, a change in scenery, the blossoming or ending of a love affair. In these aspects, the film excels in its realistic portrayal of different responses. Mack’s scare causes him to reach out and look further in the strata of Los Angeles society than he has before, even if he can’t shake some cluelessness of how his actions affect others. On the other hand, Davis’s change in perspective is short-lived, merely informing his decision to keep up his old habits. The film doesn’t end up giving complete closure to all these disparate threads (the storylines of Parker’s adulterous secretary and Simon’s gang-influenced nephew are dropped without a final resolution), but it is only a snapshot of these turning points, one that captures their dreams and anxieties in a world just as chaotic as it is thirty-two years later.

One can tell the effort that went into Kasdan’s Oscar-nominated screenplay, which is replete with insightful discussions about control and meaning and miracles and existence. And while these are laudable topics, I couldn’t help but think that normal people don’t talk about these universal concepts as casually as they do in this movie. While I appreciated the existential concerns raised (albeit without any religious dimension), the eloquence of it also kept reminding me that this is a script being delivered, quite well of course but not convincingly enough to completely connect with these characters. That could be my own personal gripe that wouldn’t bother other viewers, but it keeps Grand Canyon from being a new favorite ensemble flick. Still, as thoughtful all-star dramas go, it’s a well-made and perceptive piece that uses its particular time and place to ask timeless questions.

Best line: (Davis, to Mack) “That’s part of your problem, you know, you haven’t seen enough movies. All of life’s riddles are answered in the movies.”

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