I walked out from my viewing of Black Swan feeling as if I needed a Valium.
Mrs. Film Geek and I spent the 20 minute drive home debating what we just watched. We agreed Natalie Portman gave the performance of a lifetime. We disagreed, though, about whether the transformation her character experienced was the result of a psychotic break, or a cinematic technique to clue the audience in to Portman's severe internal conflict. By the time we arrived home Mrs. Film Geek had won the debate.
Note to self: Don't argue psychological issues with a clinical psychologist.
Watching Portman's Nina Sayers is difficult; the intense performances, sensitive material, minimalist acting, and stark direction causes every scene to be intense. By the movie's end the audience has been beaten down emotionally and psychologically. Just like Sayers. We're exhausted, a bit paranoid, and desperate. During our discussion on the drive home, Mrs. Film Geek described best how we both felt about this movie.
Black Swan is more an experience than it is a movie. And it's brilliant.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Stone
Powerful performances by Robert De Niro, Edward Norton, Milla Javovich, and Frances Conroy help Stone overcome obvious flaws in production and story development. The film is based on a play, and the pace and tone make it feel like one. The feeling that comes from that production creates an intense emotional connection to the characters, despite none of them being particularly likable.
But man, those performances...
Robert De Niro is, of course, one of the greatest actors of all time. Edward Norton will be thought of in the same way during the next decade. Both elevate their scenes, especially the scenes in which they are face-to-face, to a special level. Milla Javovich does crazy like nobody's business, and is a treat to watch. But it's Frances Conroy's stilted performance as a housewife who's accepted her unhappy lot in life who makes this film successful for me.
Her repressed hostility and regret caused me to have The Danny Gut early on.
But man, those performances...
Robert De Niro is, of course, one of the greatest actors of all time. Edward Norton will be thought of in the same way during the next decade. Both elevate their scenes, especially the scenes in which they are face-to-face, to a special level. Milla Javovich does crazy like nobody's business, and is a treat to watch. But it's Frances Conroy's stilted performance as a housewife who's accepted her unhappy lot in life who makes this film successful for me.
Her repressed hostility and regret caused me to have The Danny Gut early on.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Please, Make It Stop: Part 21
It seems Oprah's got herself a new family member.
According to reports, Oprah's gonna reveal today on her talk show that she's got a half-sibling, a sister named Patricia, with whom she shares a mother. While I suppose that's interesting in a rubber-neck sorta way, it's certainly not a "miracle."
From Black Voices Buzz: "I thought I'd seen it all. But this, my friends, is the miracle of all miracles." During her preview of the show last Thursday, the word "miracle" popped up on screen.
Miracles are pretty rare, Oprah. And when they do occur, they have an almost supernatural feel about them. It's a miracle when people live who should have died. The term "miracle" is sorta reserved for those incredible experiences that happen, but can't really be explained.
The fact you have a long-lost half sister ain't that grandiose, babe. Except in your mind.
According to reports, Oprah's gonna reveal today on her talk show that she's got a half-sibling, a sister named Patricia, with whom she shares a mother. While I suppose that's interesting in a rubber-neck sorta way, it's certainly not a "miracle."
From Black Voices Buzz: "I thought I'd seen it all. But this, my friends, is the miracle of all miracles." During her preview of the show last Thursday, the word "miracle" popped up on screen.
Miracles are pretty rare, Oprah. And when they do occur, they have an almost supernatural feel about them. It's a miracle when people live who should have died. The term "miracle" is sorta reserved for those incredible experiences that happen, but can't really be explained.
The fact you have a long-lost half sister ain't that grandiose, babe. Except in your mind.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Buried
I had lots of reasons to avoid this 2010 Ryan Reynolds thriller. I'm horribly claustrophobic (that's not an overused, cliched use of the term; I panic in small spaces), and I'm terribly celebofthemomentphobic (an overused, cliched term I created to explain my suspicion of hot celebs, like Ryan Reynolds).
Except for his upcoming Green Lantern flick...I'm too much a fanboy to dis that one, of course.
So Mrs. Film Geek had to beg me to sit with her to watch Buried. She said something about her interest in the movie being based in genre, but I couldn't help notice her excitement when she saw the good-looking Reynolds was the star. So after popping some extra-buttered popcorn, I settled in to be disappointed.
I wasn't.
Buried tells the story of truck driver Paul Conroy, who works in Iraq during the height of the recent war. The film opens--and takes place completely in--a 6.5 ft. by 3 ft. wooden box buried six feet under the sand in the Iraqi desert. In the box with Conroy is a lighter, a flask, a glow-stick, a cell phone and a pencil. He has no idea who put him there, and no idea how he's going to get out.
One of the most incredible aspects of Buried is its statement of how our society has changed over the years in regard to social interaction. As Conroy attempts to use his telephone to call for help, he's put on hold, forced to interact with automated answering services, and told by the few humans he reaches that they can't help him. People are so self-involved that they don't really listen to a man trying to explain that he's buried in a box in the Iraqi desert and that he's going to die if he doesn't get help soon.
The conversation with the Human Resources director of the company for which Conroy works is particularly troubling.
The angles filmed by director Rodrigo Cortes are used brilliantly to let the audience feel the alternating desperation and hope that Conroy experiences. The movie is compelling, and Reynolds is, [ahem] very good in the role.
Even if he is eye candy.
Except for his upcoming Green Lantern flick...I'm too much a fanboy to dis that one, of course.
So Mrs. Film Geek had to beg me to sit with her to watch Buried. She said something about her interest in the movie being based in genre, but I couldn't help notice her excitement when she saw the good-looking Reynolds was the star. So after popping some extra-buttered popcorn, I settled in to be disappointed.
I wasn't.
Buried tells the story of truck driver Paul Conroy, who works in Iraq during the height of the recent war. The film opens--and takes place completely in--a 6.5 ft. by 3 ft. wooden box buried six feet under the sand in the Iraqi desert. In the box with Conroy is a lighter, a flask, a glow-stick, a cell phone and a pencil. He has no idea who put him there, and no idea how he's going to get out.One of the most incredible aspects of Buried is its statement of how our society has changed over the years in regard to social interaction. As Conroy attempts to use his telephone to call for help, he's put on hold, forced to interact with automated answering services, and told by the few humans he reaches that they can't help him. People are so self-involved that they don't really listen to a man trying to explain that he's buried in a box in the Iraqi desert and that he's going to die if he doesn't get help soon.
The conversation with the Human Resources director of the company for which Conroy works is particularly troubling.
The angles filmed by director Rodrigo Cortes are used brilliantly to let the audience feel the alternating desperation and hope that Conroy experiences. The movie is compelling, and Reynolds is, [ahem] very good in the role.
Even if he is eye candy.
Friday, January 07, 2011
True Grit
I estimated the average age of those in the packed theater to be around 55. "Lots of John Wayne fans here tonight," I whispered to Mrs. Film Geek as the movie began. "I wonder if they'll be disappointed. This Cohen Brothers movie is supposed to be closer to the novel than the Duke's movie."
"Duke who?" she asked.
"Nevermind."
The 1969 flick was an important one to me. It's one of those movies I shared with my Dad, although we shared it in silence, watching it on TV while sitting across the room from each other. Dad loved him some John Wayne; the increased rocking in his chair and extra shake in his crossed leg during that reins-in-his-mouth scene gave it away.
Otherwise, I might never have known. We didn't talk a whole lot about flicks.
My crossed legs shook a lot during this re-telling of the Charles Portis novel. The Cohen Brothers have made many of the best movies of the past 25 years (with the exceptions, of course, of The Ladykillers and Burn After Reading) by telling compelling stories about the frailties of being human. The brothers take on this western is no different: their genius ability to write dialogue that's as interesting for it's rhythm and cadence as it is for it's content is here, as is the common theme of characters being transformed by the events they experience. The 2010 True Grit, however, is a more visually stunning movie than others in their filmography. Several scenes in this movie were emotionally moving not for the spoken word or the acting, but for the imagery and cinematography. It was incredibly powerful.
Jeff Bridges is terrific in the role of Cogburn, and Matt Damon delivers the Cohen-lingo perfectly in the role formerly acted by Glen Campbell. But it's little known Hailee Steinfeld as Matti who draws the audience in. She makes us invest in her; we feel for her, care about her, and worry about her. That empathy lets us appreciate and care for Cogburn, because despite the fact he's a drunk and a reprobate, he cares about Mattie too.
Near the end of the movie, during a highly emotional scene in which Cogburn shows he's still able to care about someone other than himself, I noticed Mrs. Film Geek wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Enjoying the movie?" I whispered.
She leaned over, and said: "The girl is incredible. I love her."
I stopped shaking my legs and reached for her hand. I knew we'd talk about it in detail on the way home. We have in common a love for movies, but even more a love for talking together about why we love movies.
And I smiled.
"Duke who?" she asked.
"Nevermind."
The 1969 flick was an important one to me. It's one of those movies I shared with my Dad, although we shared it in silence, watching it on TV while sitting across the room from each other. Dad loved him some John Wayne; the increased rocking in his chair and extra shake in his crossed leg during that reins-in-his-mouth scene gave it away.
Otherwise, I might never have known. We didn't talk a whole lot about flicks.
My crossed legs shook a lot during this re-telling of the Charles Portis novel. The Cohen Brothers have made many of the best movies of the past 25 years (with the exceptions, of course, of The Ladykillers and Burn After Reading) by telling compelling stories about the frailties of being human. The brothers take on this western is no different: their genius ability to write dialogue that's as interesting for it's rhythm and cadence as it is for it's content is here, as is the common theme of characters being transformed by the events they experience. The 2010 True Grit, however, is a more visually stunning movie than others in their filmography. Several scenes in this movie were emotionally moving not for the spoken word or the acting, but for the imagery and cinematography. It was incredibly powerful.
Jeff Bridges is terrific in the role of Cogburn, and Matt Damon delivers the Cohen-lingo perfectly in the role formerly acted by Glen Campbell. But it's little known Hailee Steinfeld as Matti who draws the audience in. She makes us invest in her; we feel for her, care about her, and worry about her. That empathy lets us appreciate and care for Cogburn, because despite the fact he's a drunk and a reprobate, he cares about Mattie too.
Near the end of the movie, during a highly emotional scene in which Cogburn shows he's still able to care about someone other than himself, I noticed Mrs. Film Geek wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Enjoying the movie?" I whispered.
She leaned over, and said: "The girl is incredible. I love her."
I stopped shaking my legs and reached for her hand. I knew we'd talk about it in detail on the way home. We have in common a love for movies, but even more a love for talking together about why we love movies.
And I smiled.
Sunday, January 02, 2011
The Other Guys
I've always been one of those other guys.
Not one of the ones who causes people to stop talking and look when I walk into a room. Not one of those guys who knows immediately what to do in any situation or circumstance. I was never one of those who had the confidence to know that whatever line I used to pick up women was going to work every time.
Hell, I just deleted and re-typed "pick up women" three times before I decided to leave it in the preceding sentence. The phrase felt too bold, too sure. Feelings with which I'm inexperienced.
I'm methodical. Built for distance. I'm quick to size up a situation so that I can ponder it for as long as possible, making sure all the peripheral options are covered, before I act. It isn't sexy. It isn't dynamic or cool. But it's me.
Mark Wahlberg has a reoccurring line in The Other Guys that stood out to me. He sees how he wants his life to be, but feels held back by himself and his co-workers from realizing his ideal. In his moments of frustration he yells: "I'm a peacock, you've gotta let me fly."
It's funny for a number of reasons, but especially because peacocks don't have the ability to fly more than a few feet, and when they do their flight is awkward and clumsy. Wahlberg feels what he wants and needs to do, but can't quite get it right. He's one of the other guys, after all.
I understand.
Not one of the ones who causes people to stop talking and look when I walk into a room. Not one of those guys who knows immediately what to do in any situation or circumstance. I was never one of those who had the confidence to know that whatever line I used to pick up women was going to work every time.
Hell, I just deleted and re-typed "pick up women" three times before I decided to leave it in the preceding sentence. The phrase felt too bold, too sure. Feelings with which I'm inexperienced.
I'm methodical. Built for distance. I'm quick to size up a situation so that I can ponder it for as long as possible, making sure all the peripheral options are covered, before I act. It isn't sexy. It isn't dynamic or cool. But it's me.
Mark Wahlberg has a reoccurring line in The Other Guys that stood out to me. He sees how he wants his life to be, but feels held back by himself and his co-workers from realizing his ideal. In his moments of frustration he yells: "I'm a peacock, you've gotta let me fly."
It's funny for a number of reasons, but especially because peacocks don't have the ability to fly more than a few feet, and when they do their flight is awkward and clumsy. Wahlberg feels what he wants and needs to do, but can't quite get it right. He's one of the other guys, after all.
I understand.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Gulliver's Travels
I imagine the pitch for Gulliver's Travels went something like this:
Jack Black (Executive Producer and Star): ". . . and then I wake up on a strange beach, tied up just like the guy in the Swift novel, surrounded by these little fuckers. I freak out, rip off the ropes and jump to my feet. Then, the little bastards attack me. One of them manages to pull my pants down just a bit, enough to show my butt crack for 15 or 20 seconds, then pulls me down onto my back. As I fall to the ground, one of the little fuckers gets lodged in my butt crack. Later -- and the full details have to be worked out on this scene -- there will be a fire in one of the little houses these people live in, and I'll put the fire out by pissing on it. We'll film it in 3-D, put it out at Christmas when people have more time to see matinees, and the kids will beg to see it!"
Sigh . . .
I have a theory about the roles Jack Black chooses. After terrific performances in Hi-Fidelity, Shallow Hal, and School of Rock, Black tried his hand at leading-man drama, with King Kong. If flopped with critics. Black was reminded by Hollywood that people come see his movies for the arched eyebrow, the goofy smirk, the references to rock-n-roll and sci-fi trivia, and his paunchy-everyman persona.
Hollywood is wrong. We don't want the same character over and over again. If he keeps this practice up, Black's gonna lose his audience. Just ask Tom Hanks.
Jack Black (Executive Producer and Star): ". . . and then I wake up on a strange beach, tied up just like the guy in the Swift novel, surrounded by these little fuckers. I freak out, rip off the ropes and jump to my feet. Then, the little bastards attack me. One of them manages to pull my pants down just a bit, enough to show my butt crack for 15 or 20 seconds, then pulls me down onto my back. As I fall to the ground, one of the little fuckers gets lodged in my butt crack. Later -- and the full details have to be worked out on this scene -- there will be a fire in one of the little houses these people live in, and I'll put the fire out by pissing on it. We'll film it in 3-D, put it out at Christmas when people have more time to see matinees, and the kids will beg to see it!"
Sigh . . .
I have a theory about the roles Jack Black chooses. After terrific performances in Hi-Fidelity, Shallow Hal, and School of Rock, Black tried his hand at leading-man drama, with King Kong. If flopped with critics. Black was reminded by Hollywood that people come see his movies for the arched eyebrow, the goofy smirk, the references to rock-n-roll and sci-fi trivia, and his paunchy-everyman persona. Hollywood is wrong. We don't want the same character over and over again. If he keeps this practice up, Black's gonna lose his audience. Just ask Tom Hanks.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Little Fockers
One of the things I most enjoy about blogging is the sense of community it provides. I've known the author of Read Me for several years, and have great respect for her artistry. Take a look at her blog, and and you'll see I ain't lying.
Recently Read Me caught a showing of Little Fockers. I was curious what she thought, so I asked her to write a guest commentary. Here is her post:
Some movies you watch and are amused by because your mood is right, you have an affinity for the actors in front of you in larger-than-life size, and you just want to like it. If those elements had not been present, I would have enjoyed nothing about Little Fockers.
I watched the other movies and thought that the level of discomfort that Greg Focker (Ben Stiller's character) felt was just enough to make it funny but not too outrageous to make me lose interest. In this third extension of the first of the Ben Stiller/Robert De Niro/Dustin Hoffman in-law comedies, that same level of discomfort still manages to bring some level of humor. Jessica Alba's character is bubbly and hard not to like, as a fashionably dressed and flirtatious young professional. The Little Fockers add a little charm, and Owen Wilsons's character brings a new level of interest and much-needed diversion to the tired theme of in-law boundary-pushing.
Parts of the movie seem a little slow and overly contrived, but if you go into the movie with low expectations, you will probably find a few reasons to laugh and little regret about the purchase of your family holiday matinee adventure, especially if your favorite family and friends are along for the ride.
Recently Read Me caught a showing of Little Fockers. I was curious what she thought, so I asked her to write a guest commentary. Here is her post:
Some movies you watch and are amused by because your mood is right, you have an affinity for the actors in front of you in larger-than-life size, and you just want to like it. If those elements had not been present, I would have enjoyed nothing about Little Fockers.
I watched the other movies and thought that the level of discomfort that Greg Focker (Ben Stiller's character) felt was just enough to make it funny but not too outrageous to make me lose interest. In this third extension of the first of the Ben Stiller/Robert De Niro/Dustin Hoffman in-law comedies, that same level of discomfort still manages to bring some level of humor. Jessica Alba's character is bubbly and hard not to like, as a fashionably dressed and flirtatious young professional. The Little Fockers add a little charm, and Owen Wilsons's character brings a new level of interest and much-needed diversion to the tired theme of in-law boundary-pushing.
Parts of the movie seem a little slow and overly contrived, but if you go into the movie with low expectations, you will probably find a few reasons to laugh and little regret about the purchase of your family holiday matinee adventure, especially if your favorite family and friends are along for the ride.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Salt
Angelina Jolie scares me.
Swear to god, when I see her in interviews or movies I feel like I'm in 8th grade again, scared to death of talking to the prettiest girl in school. She's beautiful, ambitious, seems smart, and reeks of confidence.
Oh, yeah. . . and she can act.
Jolie would be a celebrity regardless of talent, simply on looks alone. The fact is, however, she has the chops to support her status as the go-to female lead if you want your movie to be a blockbuster. Over-the-top action or subtle and naunced, she delivers.
Every time.
Salt is no exception. Like Taken from a couple years back, Salt starts fast and keeps the pace throughout. Is she or isn't she? The answer is a bit obvious, but the flick is so well done you don't really care. It's fun, fast and thrilling.
Jolie wins again.
Swear to god, when I see her in interviews or movies I feel like I'm in 8th grade again, scared to death of talking to the prettiest girl in school. She's beautiful, ambitious, seems smart, and reeks of confidence.
Oh, yeah. . . and she can act.
Jolie would be a celebrity regardless of talent, simply on looks alone. The fact is, however, she has the chops to support her status as the go-to female lead if you want your movie to be a blockbuster. Over-the-top action or subtle and naunced, she delivers.
Every time.
Salt is no exception. Like Taken from a couple years back, Salt starts fast and keeps the pace throughout. Is she or isn't she? The answer is a bit obvious, but the flick is so well done you don't really care. It's fun, fast and thrilling.
Jolie wins again.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
How To Win $5 In An Office Bet: Peter Billingsley Did Not Make A Porno
It's my favorite time of year.
Snow-covered tree branches that look like happy landscapes painted by Bob Ross, kids giggling nervously as they wait in line at the mall to sit on Santa's lap, and hundreds of people googling "Did Peter Billingsley make a porno?" on their desktops at work.
It's Christmas, baby. That time of year when we have an excuse to slack off on the things we are supposed to do in order to unwind a bit before the new year. That's the reason for the season.
Some of you guys slacking off at work are trying to win office bets that Peter Billingsley did, or did not, make a skin flick. Here's the scoop: he didn't. His co-star Scott Schwartz, who played Flick, did.
But not Ralphie.
I sorta wish he had, though. It makes for a great urban legend, and I can just imagine the jokes that would be told as a result. A Christmas Story is known for its wonderful dialogue; catch-phrases and one-liners that stick with the viewer long after the movie is over. Many of those lines, along with some fun facts about the movie, could be used effectively in a modern porno parody.
Here is My Top 5: Potential Titles For Remaking A Christmas Story Into A Porno
"Go Slow, I'm Fraa-geel-eee!" The perfect soft-core skin flick for the sensitive couple, interested in her point-of-view.
"Mrs. Parker Gets Triple-Dogged On A Dare." A MILF who isn't afraid to put soap in your mouth knows how to get it on.
"Give Me A Darren McGavin." For the hard-core fetish audience tired of Cleveland Steamers and Dirty Sanchezes.
"Stick Your Tongue On My Stupid Pole." A compilation of scenes from the first 5 minutes of ten other porn flicks.
"I'll Shoot Your Eye Out!" No plot, just 75 minutes of gonzo action.
Snow-covered tree branches that look like happy landscapes painted by Bob Ross, kids giggling nervously as they wait in line at the mall to sit on Santa's lap, and hundreds of people googling "Did Peter Billingsley make a porno?" on their desktops at work.
It's Christmas, baby. That time of year when we have an excuse to slack off on the things we are supposed to do in order to unwind a bit before the new year. That's the reason for the season.
Some of you guys slacking off at work are trying to win office bets that Peter Billingsley did, or did not, make a skin flick. Here's the scoop: he didn't. His co-star Scott Schwartz, who played Flick, did.
But not Ralphie.
I sorta wish he had, though. It makes for a great urban legend, and I can just imagine the jokes that would be told as a result. A Christmas Story is known for its wonderful dialogue; catch-phrases and one-liners that stick with the viewer long after the movie is over. Many of those lines, along with some fun facts about the movie, could be used effectively in a modern porno parody.
Here is My Top 5: Potential Titles For Remaking A Christmas Story Into A Porno
"Go Slow, I'm Fraa-geel-eee!" The perfect soft-core skin flick for the sensitive couple, interested in her point-of-view.
"Mrs. Parker Gets Triple-Dogged On A Dare." A MILF who isn't afraid to put soap in your mouth knows how to get it on.
"Give Me A Darren McGavin." For the hard-core fetish audience tired of Cleveland Steamers and Dirty Sanchezes.
"Stick Your Tongue On My Stupid Pole." A compilation of scenes from the first 5 minutes of ten other porn flicks.
"I'll Shoot Your Eye Out!" No plot, just 75 minutes of gonzo action.
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