Actors: Craig Roberts, Yasmin Paige
Director: Richard Ayoade
The memoir has become especially popular in recent years - lacking other subjects, it's pretty easy to just start talking about yourself. I don't know if Submarine is actually a memoir, but it's written like one, so I'll treat that way. Regardless, it's easy to see Submarine as a precious, W. Anderson-soaked look at middle-class British adolescence replete with snarky voiceover narration. And true enough, Submarine's protagonist is somewhat Max Fischer-esque in his various pursuits and insights. Still, trapped under the layers of irony are a pretty sweet story about an only child pursuing a girl while trying to keep his parents' marriage together. The direction is inspired but sometimes overly showy - the film is love with cuts to the point where it becomes gimmicky.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Monday, November 26, 2012
Skyfall - 2012 - 4 Stars
Actors: Daniel Craig, Judi Dench
Director: Sam Mendes
James Bond has an identity problem - the world has not only has less tolerance for camp, it's broadened the definition of the word. I don't know if I want to call old James Bond films campy, but Diamonds Are Forever features: two female security guards named Bambi and Thumper, two seemingly homosexual assassins who work together and call each other by their last name, a woman named Plenty O'Toole, and an ersatz Howard Hughes. It's at the very least goofy, and risible in the way that film executives and modern audiences don't go in for now.
This is the other problem with James Bond films - they are critiqued not as their own thing, but as an ongoing series. As an action film without the Bond baggage, Skyfall succeeds tremendously. Director Mendes and cinematographer Roger Deakins bring an artistic touch to a genre too often lacking in that area - it's not that action films aren't well-crafted, but they're made with what I see as the wrong craft. There's silliness of course - the film's understanding of computer hacking portrays it almost as a divine gift - but what would James Bond be without silliness? Daniel Craig's humorless Guy-Ritchie-tough stares can't keep the sillies out of this series, even as the film relentlessly argues that James Bond has no place in pop culture anymore.
Director: Sam Mendes
James Bond has an identity problem - the world has not only has less tolerance for camp, it's broadened the definition of the word. I don't know if I want to call old James Bond films campy, but Diamonds Are Forever features: two female security guards named Bambi and Thumper, two seemingly homosexual assassins who work together and call each other by their last name, a woman named Plenty O'Toole, and an ersatz Howard Hughes. It's at the very least goofy, and risible in the way that film executives and modern audiences don't go in for now.
This is the other problem with James Bond films - they are critiqued not as their own thing, but as an ongoing series. As an action film without the Bond baggage, Skyfall succeeds tremendously. Director Mendes and cinematographer Roger Deakins bring an artistic touch to a genre too often lacking in that area - it's not that action films aren't well-crafted, but they're made with what I see as the wrong craft. There's silliness of course - the film's understanding of computer hacking portrays it almost as a divine gift - but what would James Bond be without silliness? Daniel Craig's humorless Guy-Ritchie-tough stares can't keep the sillies out of this series, even as the film relentlessly argues that James Bond has no place in pop culture anymore.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
On Why People Should Be Watching The HBO Series Treme
(Note: very minor spoilers for The Wire)
I haven't been in the mood lately to watch movies, but I have been taking in my usual complement of television shows. One show that I have stuck by despite being alternately frustrated and bored with is David Simon's Treme. And it has absolutely paid off in Season 3. I feel comfortable saying that Treme is the best show on television right now, as it has no rival in storytelling scope. Mad Men is an outstanding show, but it only covers a limited band of disaffected NYC oh-god-poor-me-i'm-too-rich-and-successful types. At the fringes of Mad Men are other social classes, but the show revolves, for better or worse, around Don Draper. This past season did an excellent job of widening the scope, but still, we're following mostly ad execs. While Mad Men functions as a series of short stories that orbit Don Draper's world, Treme functions as a full novel of epic scope. Its characters began largely apart and have begun to intersect, and this intersection is not forced - it comes out of who we know the characters to be. David Simon and company have built a fully functional TV city in a way that I just can't imagine another show attempting.
Now one can imagine me writing the same post about The Wire in 2005, had I been visionary enough to watch that show while it was airing. However, The Wire had something going for it that Treme absolutely does not: cool. The criminal characters in The Wire were decidedly cool, and the show didn't baby us by defining their slang for us. We sat as D'Angelo Barksdale's acolytes did, learning the drug trade at his knee like his teenage workers. Assuming 'we' are not poor blacks, this brings a voyeuristic thrill - we could never be present for these conversations and never know this world. The Wire trusted us to learn the drug world, it thought we were cool enough to get the lingo and be in on The Game. We learned about large police investigations from McNulty and Rawls and all the rest in the same fashion. Season 2 brought us the dockworkers, and many viewers did not like this season. Why? Because it wasn't cool. It's just about a bunch of middle-class white people who are transitioning into being poor people. Who wants to learn about a failing institution like the shipping trade when they can be seeing ultra-cool dudes like Stringer Bell explaining the drug trade via Adam Smith? 'Missteps' like this aside, fans stuck by the show (as they caught up with it on DVD), and by Season 5, David Simon and company had really begun to turn The Wire's Baltimore into a fully-fledged city - we saw the larger public institutions of the city (mayor's office, police department, school system) as well as private (longshoremen, newspaper) and how they were failing people. We had done so through their day to day lives - sure there was significant drama, and people were murdered and went to prison and so forth. But Simon and company never lost the sense that what people actually need to see are the parts around the drama - the waiting of being a police officer, the Fritos for breakfast diet of the urban poor, the sister's basement where salvation lies for a heroin addict. And around it was the sharp dialogue, and characters that we simply had not seen on television - three-dimensional criminals, three-dimensional poor people - who talked to us like we were part of their world.
So coming off The Wire and the promises it had for the stubborn viewer, why did no one stick with Treme? First, I have to take issue with the name, because you can't pronounce it correctly unless you've heard it or are from New Orleans. It's already inside baseball, and it's part of where Treme fails - whereas characters on The Wire were cool and quotable, New Orleans is very much uncool. It's a city of strange, old traditions and a language on its own. Instead of slowly dipping us into this, the writing staff plunged us in head-first. David Simon and company were no longer doing a show about Baltimore, a city he lived in and knew for decades. To ward off charges of interlopery, Season 1 is packed to the gills with New Orleans local flavor and musician cameos, like a neon sign that says NEW ORLEANS IS DIFFERENT. There's a scene where tourists are being taken through the Ninth Ward, New Orleans's most flooded district after Katrina. The show wants us to believe that these tourists are scum of the earth, voyeurs of human suffering. But how is this different than Treme itself? It's a charge that dogged the show's first season.
Regardless, Treme could have been written as a novel, although who makes money doing that? Instead, it's a television show, and it takes full advantage of something novels from Point Counter Point to Atlas Shrugged have struggled with - the depiction of music. Music in novels is the most boring nonsense ever; if you were deaf and you only knew about music only from reading novels, you would wonder why anyone bothers with it. Music in Treme is alive. Mind you, I don't like New Orleans music. At all. The show has trotted out New Orleans musicians and called them magic - it just does nothing for me. But I didn't have to like the music in Altman's Nashville to love Nashville. And music binds the characters on the show together, it's not what everyone loves dearest, it's not a show exclusively about musicians, but it's what reminds everyone where their home is. Simon and company have topped The Wire in terms of scope - I've never been to New Orleans, but I feel like it lives in this show. I don't know how much the staff feels for New Orleans, but it comes across as loving. I don't know if I'll ever visit New Orleans, but thanks to Treme, I can love it safely from afar. I can dislike its music and think that the traditions are not for me, but watching the characters participate in them gives me joy unlike anything I've seen on TV to date. Most of the best TV is about how alone you, the viewer, truly are, featuring protagonists that seem totally fine with loneliness - Treme is about the opposite.
Treme is ending soon - there's going to be a 5 episode 4th season and that's it. In total, there will be 36 episodes of the show. It will never be beloved like The Wire - no one will make brackets of their favorite Treme characters. Maybe instead of discovering it a year after it had ended, people will discover Treme 5 or 10 years after its conclusion. I fear, however, that it will be lost in the face of more dramatic and bombastic shows. People say they love this new era of serialized television, but Treme proves they don't love it if it's not cool.
I haven't been in the mood lately to watch movies, but I have been taking in my usual complement of television shows. One show that I have stuck by despite being alternately frustrated and bored with is David Simon's Treme. And it has absolutely paid off in Season 3. I feel comfortable saying that Treme is the best show on television right now, as it has no rival in storytelling scope. Mad Men is an outstanding show, but it only covers a limited band of disaffected NYC oh-god-poor-me-i'm-too-rich-and-successful types. At the fringes of Mad Men are other social classes, but the show revolves, for better or worse, around Don Draper. This past season did an excellent job of widening the scope, but still, we're following mostly ad execs. While Mad Men functions as a series of short stories that orbit Don Draper's world, Treme functions as a full novel of epic scope. Its characters began largely apart and have begun to intersect, and this intersection is not forced - it comes out of who we know the characters to be. David Simon and company have built a fully functional TV city in a way that I just can't imagine another show attempting.
Now one can imagine me writing the same post about The Wire in 2005, had I been visionary enough to watch that show while it was airing. However, The Wire had something going for it that Treme absolutely does not: cool. The criminal characters in The Wire were decidedly cool, and the show didn't baby us by defining their slang for us. We sat as D'Angelo Barksdale's acolytes did, learning the drug trade at his knee like his teenage workers. Assuming 'we' are not poor blacks, this brings a voyeuristic thrill - we could never be present for these conversations and never know this world. The Wire trusted us to learn the drug world, it thought we were cool enough to get the lingo and be in on The Game. We learned about large police investigations from McNulty and Rawls and all the rest in the same fashion. Season 2 brought us the dockworkers, and many viewers did not like this season. Why? Because it wasn't cool. It's just about a bunch of middle-class white people who are transitioning into being poor people. Who wants to learn about a failing institution like the shipping trade when they can be seeing ultra-cool dudes like Stringer Bell explaining the drug trade via Adam Smith? 'Missteps' like this aside, fans stuck by the show (as they caught up with it on DVD), and by Season 5, David Simon and company had really begun to turn The Wire's Baltimore into a fully-fledged city - we saw the larger public institutions of the city (mayor's office, police department, school system) as well as private (longshoremen, newspaper) and how they were failing people. We had done so through their day to day lives - sure there was significant drama, and people were murdered and went to prison and so forth. But Simon and company never lost the sense that what people actually need to see are the parts around the drama - the waiting of being a police officer, the Fritos for breakfast diet of the urban poor, the sister's basement where salvation lies for a heroin addict. And around it was the sharp dialogue, and characters that we simply had not seen on television - three-dimensional criminals, three-dimensional poor people - who talked to us like we were part of their world.
So coming off The Wire and the promises it had for the stubborn viewer, why did no one stick with Treme? First, I have to take issue with the name, because you can't pronounce it correctly unless you've heard it or are from New Orleans. It's already inside baseball, and it's part of where Treme fails - whereas characters on The Wire were cool and quotable, New Orleans is very much uncool. It's a city of strange, old traditions and a language on its own. Instead of slowly dipping us into this, the writing staff plunged us in head-first. David Simon and company were no longer doing a show about Baltimore, a city he lived in and knew for decades. To ward off charges of interlopery, Season 1 is packed to the gills with New Orleans local flavor and musician cameos, like a neon sign that says NEW ORLEANS IS DIFFERENT. There's a scene where tourists are being taken through the Ninth Ward, New Orleans's most flooded district after Katrina. The show wants us to believe that these tourists are scum of the earth, voyeurs of human suffering. But how is this different than Treme itself? It's a charge that dogged the show's first season.
Regardless, Treme could have been written as a novel, although who makes money doing that? Instead, it's a television show, and it takes full advantage of something novels from Point Counter Point to Atlas Shrugged have struggled with - the depiction of music. Music in novels is the most boring nonsense ever; if you were deaf and you only knew about music only from reading novels, you would wonder why anyone bothers with it. Music in Treme is alive. Mind you, I don't like New Orleans music. At all. The show has trotted out New Orleans musicians and called them magic - it just does nothing for me. But I didn't have to like the music in Altman's Nashville to love Nashville. And music binds the characters on the show together, it's not what everyone loves dearest, it's not a show exclusively about musicians, but it's what reminds everyone where their home is. Simon and company have topped The Wire in terms of scope - I've never been to New Orleans, but I feel like it lives in this show. I don't know how much the staff feels for New Orleans, but it comes across as loving. I don't know if I'll ever visit New Orleans, but thanks to Treme, I can love it safely from afar. I can dislike its music and think that the traditions are not for me, but watching the characters participate in them gives me joy unlike anything I've seen on TV to date. Most of the best TV is about how alone you, the viewer, truly are, featuring protagonists that seem totally fine with loneliness - Treme is about the opposite.
Treme is ending soon - there's going to be a 5 episode 4th season and that's it. In total, there will be 36 episodes of the show. It will never be beloved like The Wire - no one will make brackets of their favorite Treme characters. Maybe instead of discovering it a year after it had ended, people will discover Treme 5 or 10 years after its conclusion. I fear, however, that it will be lost in the face of more dramatic and bombastic shows. People say they love this new era of serialized television, but Treme proves they don't love it if it's not cool.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Argo - 2012 - 3 Stars
Actors: Ben Affleck, Bryan Cranston
Director: Ben Affleck
Argo is a film that accomplishes most all of what it sets out to do. It has a compelling story, a solid script, and capable direction. So why don't I like it more? I suppose it's because it takes very few chances with its story or direction. It's easy to call what happens in Argo cliche, but much of it is likely true-to-life; movies have contorted our grasp of common humanity - we're all trite when put into life-threatening circumstances.
Argo does have problems with tone - it doesn't trust its peripheral characters to be interesting, so it loads them up with pithy one-liners. Every character, in addition to being good at their job, is apparently auditioning to be a guest on Pardon My Zinger. The constant pith becomes distracting, but thankfully it subsides as the film reaches its final act.
Director: Ben Affleck
Argo is a film that accomplishes most all of what it sets out to do. It has a compelling story, a solid script, and capable direction. So why don't I like it more? I suppose it's because it takes very few chances with its story or direction. It's easy to call what happens in Argo cliche, but much of it is likely true-to-life; movies have contorted our grasp of common humanity - we're all trite when put into life-threatening circumstances.
Argo does have problems with tone - it doesn't trust its peripheral characters to be interesting, so it loads them up with pithy one-liners. Every character, in addition to being good at their job, is apparently auditioning to be a guest on Pardon My Zinger. The constant pith becomes distracting, but thankfully it subsides as the film reaches its final act.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Three Days Of The Condor - 1975 - 4 Stars
Actors: Robert Redford, Faye Dunaway
Director: Sydney Pollack
Note: Minor Spoilers Ahead
Three Days Of The Condor is an Unwilling Participant film - by which I mean someone is taken hostage, yet somehow within the space of a day or so, is willing to risk her life and freedom for the person who's taken her hostage. I'm blanking on the best examples of this genre - Commando comes to mind right away, but that film is a mountain of cheese whereas this one is a mere hillock. Still, it's an exemplar of the genre - MacGuffins abound, people in clandestine organizations gnash their teeth about this lone, rogue, wolf, unaccounted for operative, and the film has a 70s bent that simply couldn't be replicated today.
Director: Sydney Pollack
Note: Minor Spoilers Ahead
Three Days Of The Condor is an Unwilling Participant film - by which I mean someone is taken hostage, yet somehow within the space of a day or so, is willing to risk her life and freedom for the person who's taken her hostage. I'm blanking on the best examples of this genre - Commando comes to mind right away, but that film is a mountain of cheese whereas this one is a mere hillock. Still, it's an exemplar of the genre - MacGuffins abound, people in clandestine organizations gnash their teeth about this lone, rogue, wolf, unaccounted for operative, and the film has a 70s bent that simply couldn't be replicated today.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
The Master - 2012 - 4 Stars
Actors: Joaquin Phoenix, Philip Seymour Hoffman
Director: Paul Thomas Anderson
Note: Spoilers below
For as much respect as I give Paul Thomas Anderson, I realize as I sit down to write this that the only one of his films that I both really liked and understood upon first watch was There Will Be Blood. Hard Eight was entertaining but (as I recall) a trifle. Boogie Nights I saw well after the hype had died down, and while I now recognize that as an amazing accomplishment, I didn't quite get it then. I hated Magnolia, and mistrusted Punch Drunk Love. I'm not a P.T. Anderson fanboy, even though he is on my very short list of directors whose films I will see in the theaters without qualification.
The Master has the problem, at least upon first watch, of both of its main characters being inscrutable. Having one's motivations or goals be unclear is fine, but neither seems to quite know what they want. The Master is a charlatan, attempting parlor tricks to woo potential donors to his newfound religion, the Cause. His favorite subject, Freddie Quill, is exactly what The Master rails against - pure animal instinct. If Freddie isn't fighting or fucking, he's drinking so that he will end up doing one or the other. He's anger and sex mashed together, with a tinge of regret. What I at least never quite ended up understanding is what The Master wanted out of Freddie. The easy answer is that in seeing Freddie as a man like himself, maybe he can get Freddie to move away from his impulses. But where in the film have we seen that some sort of nobility is the goal of this religion? Indeed, The Master's religion is not even do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do. We don't hear a lot about moral codes. Perhaps that's the goal of the new religion - self-actualization rather than moral refinement. We need to become a better person through a greater understanding of ourselves, not through the perception of a God or of his teachings.
I suppose the conclusion of the film is that Freddie realizes that the Master cannot cure him of his regrets. The Master himself can't be cured of the things he finds necessary - popular music and American cigarettes. Freddie remembers lying down next to the false woman he's constructed, an avatar of womanhood, inscrutable and implacable. Does he ultimately choose that? I don't know. I guess I need to see it again.
Director: Paul Thomas Anderson
Note: Spoilers below
For as much respect as I give Paul Thomas Anderson, I realize as I sit down to write this that the only one of his films that I both really liked and understood upon first watch was There Will Be Blood. Hard Eight was entertaining but (as I recall) a trifle. Boogie Nights I saw well after the hype had died down, and while I now recognize that as an amazing accomplishment, I didn't quite get it then. I hated Magnolia, and mistrusted Punch Drunk Love. I'm not a P.T. Anderson fanboy, even though he is on my very short list of directors whose films I will see in the theaters without qualification.
The Master has the problem, at least upon first watch, of both of its main characters being inscrutable. Having one's motivations or goals be unclear is fine, but neither seems to quite know what they want. The Master is a charlatan, attempting parlor tricks to woo potential donors to his newfound religion, the Cause. His favorite subject, Freddie Quill, is exactly what The Master rails against - pure animal instinct. If Freddie isn't fighting or fucking, he's drinking so that he will end up doing one or the other. He's anger and sex mashed together, with a tinge of regret. What I at least never quite ended up understanding is what The Master wanted out of Freddie. The easy answer is that in seeing Freddie as a man like himself, maybe he can get Freddie to move away from his impulses. But where in the film have we seen that some sort of nobility is the goal of this religion? Indeed, The Master's religion is not even do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do. We don't hear a lot about moral codes. Perhaps that's the goal of the new religion - self-actualization rather than moral refinement. We need to become a better person through a greater understanding of ourselves, not through the perception of a God or of his teachings.
I suppose the conclusion of the film is that Freddie realizes that the Master cannot cure him of his regrets. The Master himself can't be cured of the things he finds necessary - popular music and American cigarettes. Freddie remembers lying down next to the false woman he's constructed, an avatar of womanhood, inscrutable and implacable. Does he ultimately choose that? I don't know. I guess I need to see it again.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Chasing Ghosts: Beyond The Arcade - 2007 - 3 Stars
Subject: Early arcade video games and the people who mastered them
Director: Lincoln Ruchti
It's hard what to make of this documentary - on the one hand, it seems awfully trifling. Lacking the drama of its bigger brother The King of Kong, Chasing Ghosts instead settles for an overview of what happened to the video gamers who converged on Ottumwa, Iowa in 1982 for the first video game championship. It spends far too much time on a recollection of this event, but on the other hand, it feels like a life-altering meeting for all who attended. The documentary captures the feeling of being young and being great at *something* and being recognized for it, in spite of what other flaws you (probably) have. It's also a fascinating look at a dead world - not only is the arcade almost gone, but so too are the days when a person could be recognized for having been in a big-time magazine. Both fame and video games have undergone radical alteration in the last 30 years.
Director: Lincoln Ruchti
It's hard what to make of this documentary - on the one hand, it seems awfully trifling. Lacking the drama of its bigger brother The King of Kong, Chasing Ghosts instead settles for an overview of what happened to the video gamers who converged on Ottumwa, Iowa in 1982 for the first video game championship. It spends far too much time on a recollection of this event, but on the other hand, it feels like a life-altering meeting for all who attended. The documentary captures the feeling of being young and being great at *something* and being recognized for it, in spite of what other flaws you (probably) have. It's also a fascinating look at a dead world - not only is the arcade almost gone, but so too are the days when a person could be recognized for having been in a big-time magazine. Both fame and video games have undergone radical alteration in the last 30 years.
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