SEX AND (A HISTORY OF) VIOLENCE: EASTERN PROMISES & THE BRAVE ONE


What the hell is wrong
with me? I am absolutely unaffected by extremely vivid violence on
television and in films. While others were gasping and covering their
eyes during specific moments in both of the movies below, I had no reaction whatsoever. And yet…I am totally appalled by the explicit sex scenes in HBO’s provocative new series, Tell Me You Love Me

Look, I am not a prude or conservative by any stretch of the imagination. I have watched every episode of Queer as Folk, Nip/Tuck, The L Word and countless other cable programs that do not shy away from simulated fornication. And though those shows illustrate relatively graphic intimacy, none holds a candle to the bold physical contact between actors on Tell Me You Love Me.

As a cinephile, I am a strange dichotomy indeed; I shrug at onscreen brutality and shield my eyes from realistic, raw sexual relations. WTF?

Enough of the empty analysis. On to the reviews.

EASTERN PROMISES

I do not like to delve into details
of a film and give away the farm. I will say that although I did not
love this movie, it was worth the price of admission for one scene
alone. You will know exactly which one when you see it for yourself.
Holy sh*t.


There are a few moments in Eastern Promises that make Goodfellas seem like a Pixar production. Viggo Mortensen is a flat out badass and one hell of an actor. Here is a man who takes his craft seriously, who immerses himself so deeply into a role that it becomes impossible to a) take your eyes off of him and b) remember him as any other character, ever. Aragorn who?

Armin Mueller-Stahl (Shine) is fantastic as well, but I’m still not sold on Naomi Watts. Never have been. Color me unimpressed thus far. The sames goes for Vincent Cassel, whose overacting served as a distraction throughout the film.

If you are a fan of David Cronenberg’s eccentric oeuvre and are also desensitized to artificial violence, then this is one movie you might want to see in the theater. Otherwise, wait for the rental and get ready to flinch.

THE BRAVE ONE

It is safe to say that Jodie Foster is attracted to…harrowing movie roles. From The Accused to The Silence of the Lambs to Panic Room to Flight Plan and now The Brave One, her selection process has been fascinating to follow.

Foster is a phenomenal actress, and her latest thriller is no exception. Aside from the fact that it is slightly disconcerting to see Clarice Starling making out with Sayid (Lost‘s Naveen Andrews), The Brave One is a very good, visually intense film. I didn’t love it, but I enjoyed it far more than Eastern Promises. The fact that Foster appears in movies infrequently makes me appreciate her consistently stellar work that much more when she does grace the big screen.

I prefer to watch and experience films like this one with a crowd, because the ripple of reactions and body language of those in the periphery are a bonus. But I have a feeling that The Brave One will prove to be more popular on DVD, viewed in the safety and comfort of homes everywhere.

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FADE TO BLACK…


I am about to go on vacation, so there will not be any posts here for two weeks. That gives you plenty of time to catch up on older entries and peruse/make fun of my insane Lost theories, leave comments, or play the silly movie game. Or not.

My mind has already wandered far. I have been thinking about vacation movies, or at least the ones which feature traveling and/or beautiful locales. So here you go.

  • 50 First Dates & Blue Crush (aloha)
  • Amelie (the Paris I would like to see, not the one I experienced many years ago)
  • The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert (fabulous!)
  • Brokeback Mountain (quite possibly the most visually stunning setting ever for a film)
  • Cocktail (although Tommy wouldn’t be in my tropical paradise)
  • Dirty Dancing & A Walk on the Moon (for family cabin camping and drama in the Catskills)
  • Little Miss Sunshine (the van of my childhood was more spacious and reliable)
  • National Lampoon’s European Vacation (I prefer it to the original)
  • The Talented Mr. Ripley (sans the stalker/murder stuff)
  • Under the Tuscan Sun (I heart Italy)

Obviously there are far more that would fit this list. By all means, please remind me what I’m missing!

Soon I will be firmly planted in a deck chair aboard a giant ship headed to Alaska, bundled up, photographing glaciers, listening to my iPod and drinking hot chocolate…with Kahlua. No cell, no email, no blog. Yikes. Good times!

Bon voyage.

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SCENE IT, REDUX: TEST YOUR MOVIE MOJO, WIN A DVD


Last month I posted the montage below, and no one even tried to guess. So I’ve decided to entice you and encourage participation – the winner of this little quiz will receive either the Friday Night Lights, Season 1 DVD set OR the DVD of their choice from among the movies depicted in the montage.

Just be the first person to correctly identify the 16 movies AND at least 1 actor in each scene below. Please leave your answers as comments, and thank you for playing!


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TIME IS ON MY SIDE…AND HERE’S WHAT I’M THINKING


It is just over 100 degrees outside, and the power went out at work this afternoon, so they sent us home. It’s sad – I dIdn’t know what to do with myself. I was thinking about going to rent 300 but…

Because I’ve been making an effort to be more ‘green,’ as is the trend right now, I felt guilty about sitting inside with the TV system and air conditioner on. And I didn’t want to pollute the air further by driving any more than I already have today.

I could sit and read a book, but that won’t happen. I’m the kind of person that reads right before bed or on vacation only.

And I certainly do not want to start packing for my upcoming vacation to Alaska; the idea of handling wool or fleece in this weather is not very appealing. 

Somehow my guilt dissipates when I’m on the computer. Yes, it takes up energy, but I justify it because I am productive.

So for lack of any other original ideas, here is quick look inside my brain at the moment:

BASEBALL
Ugh. My team is not good this year. Ok, they’re average, but I’ve been spoiled by playoff runs for the past several years and this has been a trying season for loyal fans. And now, the fire sale. Loiaza to the Dodgers? COME ON. Next thing you know, Piazza will grow out the mullet and rejoin the evil blue empire as well.

And if you think I’M bitter, check out Athletics Nation.

For baseball’s version of TMZ or Perez Hilton, visit On the DL. It is a guilty pleasure.

MOVIES
Last weekend I finally went to see The Bourne Ultimatum. Now THAT is what I call a sequel.  I wish other studios and filmmakers would take the same approach: more action and less dialogue (memo to Michael Bay). This movie was an intense ride, and the best one I’ve taken all summer. Matt Damon is ten times the actor that Affleck ever was or will be. I’ve always felt that Damon is a tad underrated. The Talented Mr. Ripley? Crazy creepy good. Bonus points for putting Jude Law out of his onscreen misery.

MUSIC
I would rather play Eve’s ‘Tambourine’ than hold Rihanna’s ‘Umbrella.’

TV
As much as I love my Mulder, Duchovny’s latest small screen venture isn’t working for me. Are any of you hooked on Californication?

Is it sad that I was very excited to hear that the cast and crew of Lost are back to work, filming the first few episodes of Season 4? I am rewatching Season 2 right now, which is fascinating because of what we learned in Season 3. Before the new season begins, I will address lingering/annoying questions in a lengthy blog.

If you aren’t already hooked, I really think you should go out and buy the first season of Friday Night Lights for only $20. It is not a football show, I promise. Yes, there are pigskin scenes, but relationships and angst are the focal points. Jump on the bandwagon now, before Season 2 begins next month.

Even though the show has been canceled, there is going to be a Dead Like Me movie. Am I the only one who watched and loved that series?

I love Top Chef, but reading the blogs after each episode is almost better.

Damages is the BEST show on television right now. If you haven’t watched it yet, FX will be airing a five episode marathon of the series beginning at 3pm PST on Labor Day – this Monday!

WEBSITES/BLOGS
Have you checked out Michael Cera’s site yet? Hysterical.

Over at The House Next Door, Matt Zoller Seitz has written the best article I’ve seen yet about Owen Wilson.

I read A LOT of other people’s blogs, and I tend to leave comments when they cover topics that I’m passionate about. So I appreciate when readers do the same here, and would like to recommend two sites by two new friends: Cinematically Correct & Ex-Everything.

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And screw it. I’m off to rent 300 and Blades of Glory. You can’t get any more random than that.

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UNCOUTH YOUTH: A REVIEW OF ‘SUPERBAD’

 

Getting the girl can be hard work. Believe me, I know.

That being said, the beauty of Superbad is that is presents a recognizable retrospect for those of us who are no longer teenagers, and it also illustrates that nothing has changed for the less-than-graceful years between 13 and 17.

When I started high school, I was a hyperactive honors student/jock hybrid with short feathered hair and braces. By senior year, my hair was down to my hips, I was the lead in the musical, and somehow ended up on the prom court. Trust me, that visual requires a giant stretch of the imagination in reverse. Anyway, I never felt cool or popular, especially with the boys (which makes sense now, but certainly didn’t at the time). My point? I’m a fan of teen movies and TV shows, many of which have stemmed from the mind of Judd Apatow. He not only produced Superbad and wrote/directed both Knocked Up and The 40 Year Old Virgin, Apatow also produced/wrote/directed canceled cult shows Freaks & Geeks and Undeclared.

All of this is to say that I understand and appreciate the awkward years of youth. And clearly Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg do as well. They co-wrote Superbad, which features the best onscreen representation of floundering teenage boys in years. Rogen and Goldberg offer up very thinly-veiled versions of their younger selves (the characters names are…Seth and Evan). We all knew guys like Seth and Evan, and some of us were them, on many levels.

Jonah Hill (who has lost a LOT of weight since Accepted) plays Seth, the slightly bulky and extremely undersexed senior with a penchant for phallic illustrations and yelling with great exasperation.
I couldn’t help but imagine the character of Seth as a 17 year old Ben Stone, Rogen’s character in Knocked Up. Besides the physical similarities, the stunted maturation fits the mold.

Seth’s best friend Evan is played by the unflappable Michael Cera from Arrested Development, which was yet another in a long line of my favorite shows that have been prematurely canceled. Cera is quite talented; he embodies and has mastered the art of bumbling boy far better than any of his contemporaries. I really hope that Superbad elevates his profile and Cera is offered opportunities above and beyond the gawky teen typecast.

I can’t help but compare Superbad to Knocked Up, especially when some of the same cast and crew had their hand in the creation of it. I laughed out loud far more during Knocked Up, but I would recommend Superbad as a funny, dirty alternative to the shit sequels that have polluted our summer. It is a very entertaining film, but not one that needs to be seen in the theater.

In short (too late?), visualize the angst of My So-Called Life, but with a sense of humor and a more horny/less brooding Jordan Catalano.

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CUT & DRY: A REVIEW OF HAIRSPRAY


You know how clown dolls are scary and you fear that they’ll come alive, like the possessed one in Poltergeist II? Yeah, that’s how I feel about John Travolta in drag. Nightmares. They shall follow.

Hairspray was not my first choice to see as a matinee, but it wasn’t my turn to choose. As it turns out, I enjoyed it far more than I expected…except for Travolta. He was distracting and creepy as a woman. Which isn’t really surprising; he can be that way as a man.

Screenwriter Leslie Dixon is no stranger to camp, drag, comedy or even Travolta; she also penned Mrs. Doubtfire and Look Who’s Talking Now. Hairspray was produced by Chicago‘s executive producers Neil Meron and Craig Zadan.

I’m not one to recap an entire film or give anything away. I tend to just provide my opinion and cut to the chase. Here are the highlights from Hairspray:

Michelle Pfeiffer. She vamps her way through the movie, and steals every scene she appears in. Welcome back, Mrs. David E. Kelly. I might actually see Stardust now. And bring on I Could Never Be Your Woman (an Amy Heckerling film co-starring Paul Rudd, out in November; no trailer available yet).

James Marsden. Yes, it’s true. He of the wooden demeanor (see: all 3 X-Men films, Superman Returns, The Notebook) knocks this one out of the park as the cheesy American Bandstand-type host of a popular teen dance show.



Brittany Snow. Although her role in Hairspray resembles her character Meg on American Dreams, she kicks it up a notch and plays bitchy quite well. Those of us who witnessed her disconcerting stint as a neo-Nazi high school student on Nip/Tuck a few seasons ago recognize that there is far more to her golden image than meets the eye. I hope she takes on more glamour-free roles in the near future.

Queen Latifah. She’s pretty damn good in just about anything, even those clunkers that are best viewed on rainy Sunday afternoons (Last Holiday, anyone?). Just as in Chicago, the woman simply commands the screen and sings the hell out of every showtune.

Zac Efron. Okay, so I haven’t seen High School Musical 1 or 2, but he plays the young heartthrob with as much energy as…a young Travolta in Grease. I was pleasantly surprised by his performance.

Elijah Kelley. I had never heard of him. His only notable credit before Hairspray was last year’s Take the Lead, and that has yet to hit my TiVo. But the guy can flat-out dance.

Nikki Blonsky. It is hard to believe that this was her first film. She was born in 1988, the year that John Waters’ original Hairspray was released, and she more than filled the lead role that Ricki Lake mastered almost 20 years ago – she nailed it. Lake has a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it cameo in this version, as a talent agent.

Hairspray also features Amanda Bynes, Allison Janney and Christopher Walken.

I do have to say that although I enjoyed it in the theater, I would relegate Hairspray as a rental.

And for what it’s worth, this is how I prefer Travolta and Walken.



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