terminator salvation

 Even by dumb action movie standards, Terminator Salvation is an extraordinarily stupid film. Maybe not as dumb or unnecessary as Wolverine, but not far behind on that scale. In fact, Wolverine provides a nice parallel to this fourth installment in the Terminator franchise. Both focus on their main character in a far different context than they’ve ever been seen before. Both follow in the wake of unnecessary adaptations that have diminished the value of their franchises. Both are mind numbingly stupid.

Salvation introduces Christian Bale (who had his infamous meltdown during filming) as a grown up John Connor, an officer in the resistance against the machines who are seeking to eradicate humanity. For a film series that has had its share of complicated timeline issues, Salvation doesn’t help in clearing up any discrepancies, instead focusing on a standalone story about an assault to be mounted against the machines’ Skynet headquarters. Connor’s young father (played by Star Trek’s Anton Yelchin) and a heretofore cryogenically frozen executed murderer (Sam Worthington) gather to join in the fight.

Still with me?

The problem with Salvation is that, through McG’s commitment to robot bombast (which is steadfast), the franchise loses the meta-commentary on human interaction with technology that was present in the original, and in the brilliant first sequel. This version’s machines are big and dumb, just like the humans. So who’s the good guy?

Film: Terminator Salvation
Director: McG
Stars: Christian Bale, Sam Worthington, Bryce Dallas Howard, Anton Yelchin, Moon Bloodgood, Common, Helena Bonham Carter

Viewing situation: Weekday matinee, medium crowd; digital projection
My grade (out of 10): 3
Rotten Tomatoes average: 33%

Next up: Land of the Lost

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angels and demons

There are people who love Dan Brown, and there are people who violently hate the little bastard and his entire semi-literate fanbase. There appears to be very little in between. Except me of course, since I don’t know enough about Brown to hate him. Though after finally watching Ron Howard’s adaptation of The Da Vinci Code, I realized that if I ever cared enough to pick up one of Brown’s middlebrow time wasters, I’d certainly fall into the latter camp.

Howard follows up Da Vinci with Angels and Demons, casting Brown’s earlier novel as a sequel, since most readers read Angels after the breakout success of The Da Vinci Code. Also because Howard knows his viewers are too stupid to understand a prequel. This is also why he explains every turn in the action like it’s a fucking Scooby Doo mystery.

That being said, Howard handles Brown’s franchise far better the second time around. The tone is far less pandering, and the plot (mostly centralized in terms of location and theme) is far less convoluted, this time focusing on a longtime Catholic Church enemy (the spooky sounding “Illuminati”) and their threat to bomb the Vatican while the College of Cardinals gathers to select a new Pope.

Angels has a beginning, middle, and end that at least make some degree of sense, which is more than can be said for its predecessor. This is really all Howard needed to worry about, and he mostly stays out of the way, letting Tom Hanks (reprising his role as symbologist Robert Langdon) and the rest of his troupe hop around Rome and do whatever it is that they do.

Howard has made a perfectly average movie, which, sadly enough, is a giant step up for the franchise.

Film: Angels and Demons
Director: Ron Howard
Stars: Tom Hanks, Ayelet Zurer, Ewan McGregor, Stellan Skarsgard

Viewing situation: Weekday matinee, medium crowd; digital projection
My grade (out of 10): 5
Rotten Tomatoes average: 37%

Next up: Terminator: Salvation

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the brothers bloom

While Up is a visually stunning film, and pretty much technically flawless, The Brothers Bloom is my favorite film of the year so far. I say this in the interest of not burying the lede.

Bloom adds a healthy dose of Wes Anderson quirk to the decades-old caper genre. So the fact that I loved Rian Johnson’s latest film isn’t entirely unexpected. I am, however, shocked by how Bloom has managed to sail underneath the critical and commercial radar.

For while Bloom borrows a bit of Wes Anderson’s flair, it’s a far more accessible (and far better) picture than either Anderson’s The Life Aquatic or The Darjeeling Limited. There’s a fair bit of slapstick, and a plot that doesn’t tip its hand until the very end. Maybe I’m deluded, but I see The Brothers Bloom as a sure-fire adventure comedy hit, and had it been marketed differently, it could have been.

As it stands, it was a bit of a shock that Bloom showed up at my local cineplex at all, and it did so about three weeks later than other markets, part of a scattershot release schedule that’s typical for films that a studio doesn’t quite know what to do with.

As for the film itself, the shining star is unquestionably Rachel Weisz as a hermitic heiress who plays the mark for the titular confidence tricksters (Adrien Brody and Mark Ruffalo). When Ruffalo convinces his timid brother to target Weisz for one last score, the plan goes along swimmingly until Brody commits the cardinal sin of falling for the mark.

Weisz’s character Penelope is earnest for adventure and Brody unwittingly lures her out of her shell. Weisz nails the role, casting Penelope as an unflinchingly wide-eyed optimist willing to roll with any obstacles. There is an unexpected amount of versatility here from Weisz, and I can’t think of a role of hers that I’ve enjoyed even a tenth as much.

Ruffalo and Brody bring some nice chemistry as brothers, Ruffalo as the mastermind (and his tricks as scripted by Johnson are truly works of art), and Brody as the loyal but self-loathing partner, always seeking escape, but unwilling to leave his brother alone.

Johnson takes full advantage of his actors’ talents, and revels in photographing the settings his globetrotting characters bring him to, hiding all kinds of detail (and, often, subtle jokes) deep within the shot. He also makes great use of Robbie Coltrane and Oscar nominee Rinko Kikucki (Babel) in limited roles.

Bloom would be the perfect hit summer comedy for a country that didn’t love Sandra Bullock so fucking much.

Film: The Brothers Bloom
Director: Rian Johnson
Stars: Rachel Weisz, Adrien Brody, Mark Ruffalo, Rinko Kikuchi, Maximillian Schell, Robbie Coltrane

Viewing situation: Weekend evening, small crowd; standard projection
My grade (out of 10): 10
Rotten Tomatoes average: 63%

Next up: Angels and Demons

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drag me to hell

While Drag Me to Hell may be director Sam Raimi’s spiritual heir to his revered Evil Dead franchise, it has relatively little, besides spirit, in common. Gone are those pithy Bruce Campbell quips, the rainbow of blood colors, the quick, disorienting montage cuts. What remains is a straightforward supernatural horror tale, told in Raimi’s singular, if unspectacular style.

Raimi throws out a subtle red herring early in Drag Me to Hell, when Alison Lohman’s bank loan officer, desperate for a promotion, refuses to offer an old woman an extension on her mortgage, rubber stamping her into foreclosure. Which, predictably, results in the woman placing a Gypsy curse on Lohman. Raimi teases his film as a ham fisted commentary on the mortgage crisis, but thankfully abandons the idea as a useful framing device, but nothing more.

The rest of the film follows Lohman (who carries the movie by playing alternately vulnerable and surprisingly bad ass, a good recipe for a female horror lead) as she tries to escape the demon curse through several means, finally seeking out a new soul to thrust it upon.

Raimi telegraphs his big twist in the next to last reel, but no matter. Drag Me to Hell is not out to shock (it’s even rated PG-13). Raimi’s simply out to tell a little horror story in a pleasant genre time waster. He’s returned to put the fun back in a genre that’s been lacking it for far too long.

Note: If you’ve seen the movie, check out this entertaining theory from SlashFilm.

Film: Drag Me to Hell
Director: Sam Raimi
Stars: Alison Lohman, Justin Long, Lorna Raver, Dileep Rao, David Paymer

Viewing situation: Weekday afternoon, small crowd; digital projection
My grade (out of 10): 7
Rotten Tomatoes average: 93%

Next up: The Brothers Bloom

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the hangover

I loved The Hangover. With reservations.

Todd Phillips’s (Old School, Starsky and Hutch) latest film came out of nowhere to be one of the most anticipated comedies of the year, and it’s not terribly hard to see why. While the concept of a wild bachelor party night in Las Vegas seems a little Very Bad Things-y (ok, so it’s exactly the same concept as Very Bad Things, or the perpetual late night HBO Kal Penn flick Bachelor Party Vegas, for that matter), The Hangover makes up for it with an endless barrage of hilarious set pieces, and very little in the way of an actual plot.

You may read that as something less than a high compliment, but let me go on record as saying that, in many cases, plot is the enemy of comedy. I call this the “second half of Stripes paradox.” The first 45 minutes of Stripes is all brilliant setup, creating the kinds of down and out characters who would join the military late in life just to get a leg up; in the final 45, Bill Murray and Harold Ramis go on a mission, and I reach for the remote. This syndrome has befallen many of my lifetimes’s near-great comedies, from Caddyshack to Super Troopers to Phillips’s own Old School.

The Hangover is aided by its conceit that its three principal characters (Bradley Cooper, Ed Helms, and Zach Galifianakis, whose mentally unhinged drug addict and possible pederast is the film’s breakout character) can’t remember anything that happened the drunken (and, as it turns out, roofied), evening prior. When the main characters can’t remember what happened, it’s an easy way of acknowledging that nothing that happened really mattered. We can now breeze along for an agenda-free 95 minutes.

Of course, a loosely interconnected chain of ridiculous events, however cleverly arranged, still wouldn’t work without a great cast to sell it. Cooper plays a feature-length version of his dickhead Wedding Crashers character, which suits him fine as the ringleader of this operation. Galifianakis is brilliant, and a third lead role in the number one movie in America should rightfully raise his profile. And Helms’ character is the heart and soul of the film, the only character with a narrative arc (as much as one can exist under these confines), and he handles it with aplomb.

I hate to find fault with a movie that had me consistently laughing for the better part of an afternoon, but a few things do trouble me about it. The first is Ken Jeong, a member of Judd Apatow’s troupe, who plays a dismal and kind of unfunny Asian stereotype here. This is at least the second film in as many years (Pineapple Express) where Jeong has played such a role, and judging by this viral clip from the upcoming Funny People, not the last. Jeong has shined in Knocked Up and other films, and he’s better than this. While the character was likely written as a stereotype, it’s likely Jeong had a part in the character’s creation, and he should probably knock it off, or at least learn to say no. This isn’t quite Mickey Rooney territory, but it’s close.

More than that, though, I’m bothered by the way films like The Hangover deal with women. It’s not that The Hangover disparages women outright. Heather Graham’s character is perfectly fine, and Sasha Barrese’s waiting bride is almost inconsequential. But Rachael Harris (as Helms’s domineering girlfriend), is drawn as the kind of monstrous bitch that justifies a man stepping away for some bro-ing down (isn’t that what dudes call it now?). We’re supposed to hate Harris, and want Helms to ditch her (which he eventually does), but it’s disconcerting that the strongest female in the film is also its most wretched character. For The Hangover and many other recent comedies, women are set up as enemies of fun. It’s a pretty disturbing trend that gets under your skin the more you see it. And yet I keep overlooking it.

Funny excuses a lot.

Film: The Hangover
Director: Todd Phillips
Stars: Bradley Cooper, Ed Helms, Zach Galifianakis, Heather Graham, Mike Epps, Jeffrey Tambor, Justin Bartha, Ken Jeong, Rachael Harris, Sasha Barrese

Viewing situation: Weekday afternoon, packed house of stoner college students; digital projection
My grade (out of 10): 8
Rotten Tomatoes average: 78%

Next up: Drag Me to Hell

>>> Funny People Clip: Sayonara Davey [YouTube]

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dance flick

An interesting bit of trivia about Dance Flick from the Wikipedia: “This is the first parody film from various writers of the first Scary Movie to use the word ‘Flick,’ rather than ‘Movie.’” Wow, so it’s obviously totally different than other genre parodies, like Date Movie or Epic Movie.

Well, not exactly. Though it’s target, the relatively small genre of dance films, is a bit more specific than those other “Movie” movies, which are known for throwing any pop cultural detritus at the wall to see if it sticks. With sometime Wayans compatriots Jason Friedberg and Aaron Seltzer making similar movies at an alarming clip (Meet the Spartans, etc.), there’s been almost no stone unturned when it comes to showing you something you’ve seen before, but more so. It’s the “Hey, I recognize that!” school of comedy. And it’s not going anywhere.

Dance Flick (whose name on the theater marquee made it look like “Dance Fuck,” which, truth be told, is a great idea for a movie), unlike most other Wayans/Seltzer/Friedberg conceptions, actually has a way of mining the sublime from the ridiculous, though only occasionally. The film telegraphs its style in its opening sequence, an absurd back street dance battle where moves include pissing on a rival’s face, and performing a spin with such force that it drives the dancer’s head into his own ass. Laughter was, truthfully, uncontained. I guess you had to be there.

Dance Flick attempts to have a plot, centering on a musical high school where a young street dancer (played by Damon Wayans, Jr., the spitting image of his dad), a disgraced ballet dancer, and the chubby girl from Hairspray, among others, band together against a rival dance squad, building to a climactic dance battle at “The Streets,” some kind of makeshift dancing arena. In between there are a handful of musical numbers, including “Gay,” where the gay basketball player comes out, to the tune of “Fame.” It was not at all insulting.

But considering its predecessors, Dance Flick could have been worse.  I can say with near certainty that there won’t be another movie this summer where Amy Sedaris performs a human beatbox routine with her vagina. There’s something to be said for originality.

Film: Dance Flick
Director: Damien Dante Wayans
Stars: Shoshana Bush, Damon Wayans Jr., Chelsea Makela, Brennan Hilliard, Amy Sedaris, Chris Elliott, David Alan Grier, Essence Atkins

Viewing situation: Weekday afternoon, me, two teenagers and their baby; digital projection
My grade (out of 10): 4
Rotten Tomatoes average: 27%

Next up: The Hangover

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night at the museum: battle of the smithsonian

Because I don’t want to dwell on things I hate (which is odd for someone who watches shitty movies constantly), I’ll refrain from revealing too many plot details of Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian, the sequel no one asked for, but everybody went to see anyway. I’d instead like to take this opportunity to meditate on why funny people so often do unfunny things.

The obvious answer is that it’s mercenary, that you gotta work the blockbuster so you can afford to do the prestige picture. But there’s only a certain degree of truth to this, especially when you consider that NatM:BotS (as I’ll call it) is pretty much loaded with talent from top to bottom, with a few exceptions (which I shan’t hesitate to note).

First and most importantly, NatM:BotS was, like its predecessor, scripted by the writing team of Thomas Lennon and Robert Ben Garant, who you may know as performers and writers on both The State and Reno 911, among other actually funny projects. One would assume that even with the imperative to make a broad crowd pleaser, these two would find a way to work in at least a few laughs into a 90 minute film (spoiler: they don’t).

Then there’s the talented cast, which I’ll run down with awesome bullet points:

  • Ben Stiller, the protagonist, former museum security guard-cum-inventor-cum-imposter museum security guard (it’s a long story). Stiller, I swear, used to be funny. He can still pull it out every now and then. So why the schlock? Dude must be rich as Nazis by now.
  • Owen Wilson, reprising his role as tiny Jed the cowboy. Wilson was one of the only characters who provided any laughs in the original, but the act is even staler here. Like Stiller, Wilson has done his share of these types of films, so it’s not a particular surprise that he shows up again here.
  • Christopher Guest, who tends to fare poorly in films that don’t allow him improvisation. Lennon and Garant’s lousy script seems to be air tight, and Guest, by consequence, is wooden.
  • Steve Coogan, who, in tandem with Wilson, was good for some laughs in the original, seems like he’s slumming in most of his American film work. Or rather, he thinks he’s slumming, and it shows.
  • Ricky Gervais, one of the finest comedic minds to emerge in the last decade, gets almost nothing to do here. Which is perhaps for the best.
  • Bill Hader, who’s never failed to amuse me in a film performance. Oh, until now.
  • Amy Adams’s version of Amelia Earhart is, like every character she plays, fucking adorable. She’s the reason this movie is as highly rated as it is. (Note: I have not rated this movie highly.)

Of course, there are untalented people in NatM:BotS too, and their appearances are highly excusable:

  • Hank Azaria. Yeah, I know, he’s on The Simpsons and everything. Voice talent ≠ acting talent.
  • Rapping cherub statues. Have never been good in anything.
  • Robin Williams. Totally belongs in this one.

Well I don’t think I’ve answered the question, but this was much more fun for me than writing about the movie. Or seeing it. Thanks for playing.

Film: Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian
Director: Shawn Levy
Stars: Ben Stiller, Amy Adams, Owen Wilson, Hank Azaria, Steve Coogan, Christopher Guest, Robin Williams, Ricky Gervais, Bill Hader

Viewing situation: Weekday afternoon, medium crowd; digital projection
My grade (out of 10): 2
Rotten Tomatoes average: 44%

Next up: Dance Flick

Summer Movie Suicide Mission ’09: Seeing them all, all summer long. Follow Summer Movie Suicide Mission on Twitter: @SMSM09.

SMSM ’09 No. 5: Up

June 14, 2009

up

I’ve come to realize in my old age that when it comes to films, I have a far stronger emotional response to muppets, cartoons, CGI creations, etc. than to human beings. I have no explanation for this, and I’m a little embarrassed by it. Maybe it’s because I know that humans can do shitty things, but Kermit the Frog ain’t never hurt nobody. So when our little green friend has to say goodbye to his buddies in Muppets Take Manhattan, it kills me every time. No paint by numbers Hollywood tearjerker could ever get so much as a whimper out of me. But sad puppets, I’m like an infant.

Which is all a long way of saying that the first fifteen minutes of Pixar’s Up is the most emotionally devastating sequence I’ve seen on film in a long, long time. Maybe ever.

That is, of course, quite a superlative. But lately, I can speak about Pixar’s films only in superlative terms. Both Ratatouille and WALL-E, the studio’s last two summertime offerings, were among their respective years’ best films, and Up seems destined for that kind of consideration. From that opening sequence, in which Carl Fredrickson, a young adventure seeker, meets his young love Ellie, as the camera follows their lives wordlessly into their elder age and Ellie’s eventual death, Up sets its tone as unwilling to talk down, or talk around, its audience, be they young or old.

As the film picks up with the elder Carl (voiced by Ed Asner) being bullied out of his lifelong home by commercial developers, it works toward developing a complicated protagonist passed over by society, emotionally wrecked, mean, yet sympathetic. And he’s in his 70s. Not your average children’s hero.

As the plot unfolds with Carl ballooning his house to the South American waterfall paradise his late wife dreamed about, complete with a stowaway Asian American boy scout (mouthful!), the film takes on a more conventional family film story arc. It’s an adventure story with exotic one-of-a-kind birds, robotically assisted talking dogs, and a crazy scientist foil. The plot details become almost inconsequential, and the humor skews toward the broad (though there are certainly some knockout laugh lines). For Up, though, it’s the motivation that matters. Few films aimed at children create more complete backstories for their characters. Up is concerned with what drives its individuals and what they hope to gain, even when what they had is better than what they’re seeking.

The moral is to hang on to your dreams, but never take for granted what you have. In so many stories, that would ring hollow. It’s to Pixar’s credit that Up sold me on it. The studio consistently produces visually stunning films, and while it would be a stretch to say they’ve mastered the art of storytelling, they’ve certainly cornered their genre’s market on character development. It’s almost a shame that Pixar’s follow-up will be a sequel (Toy Story 3), since I’m curious to see who they’ll create next.

Film: Up
Director: Pete Docter
Stars: Ed Asner, Christopher Plummer, Jordan Nagai, Bob Peterson, Delroy Lindo, John Ratzenberger

Viewing situation: Weekend afternoon, full house; digital projection
My grade (out of 10): 10
Rotten Tomatoes average: 98%

Next up: Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian

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star trek

For any director, a reboot of the original 1960s Star Trek storyline would be a tall order. I’ve seen both Trekkies and Trekkies 2, and have attended a Trek convention, so, while I’m more of a casual enthusiast (meaning I’m familiar with the franchise’s mythology, while having actually consumed only a miniscule amount of its output), I can understand the way the obsessives operate. J.J. Abrams’s Star Trek could have easily had backlash written all over it.

Abrams, a director with only one prior feature to his credit (Cloverfield), would seem as a pretty dicey choice to reboot Trek. Until, of course, you consider that Abrams is responsible for Lost, a series whose fanbase is not altogether unlike Trek’s in terms of dedication, and the obsessive nitpicking that comes along with it.

Star Trek has a director with an understanding of his audience, a good sense of fun, and a knack for covering his bases in service of the franchise’s master plot. To borrow Leonard Maltin (or some such milquetoast asshole), Abrams’s Trek is a winner!

For starters, Abrams keeps the essence of the Star Trek spirit, while giving it the kind of high gloss 21st century sheen (complete with superfuturistic lens flares!) that the franchise deserves. He also sets a quick pace, full of bombastic action set pieces that would have been economically unfeasible in any previous Trek incarnation, but provide welcome entertainment that doesn’t detract from a cleverly plotted origin story.

That story diverts enough from the original series’s storyline to create a fresh start, while casually explaining away the differences with a “parallel universe” plotline that, while a bit hackneyed, is understandable, and provides a nice excuse to use Leonard Nimoy as “future Spock.”

The rest of the cast, led by young Spock Zachary Quinto and Chris Pine (whose take on Captain Kirk as a smarmy young military prodigy is revelatory), provide a new spin on these familiar characters, creating new quirks and nuances while remaining faithful to the original cast. Only Karl Urban’s McCoy and Anton Yelchin’s Chekhov verge on parody, but if pop cultural history has taught me nothing else, Star Trek and parody go hand in hand.

Which is one of the main reasons while the new film works as well as it does. For Abrams, making the film was more about balance than anything. He had to manage the expectations of a strong core audience, while playing up the fun and whimsy for the rest of us. While I can’t speak for the core (maybe the Onion was right after all), it looks to me that he pulled off the trick.

Film: Star Trek
Director: J.J. Abrams
Stars: Chris Pine, Zachary Quinto, Eric Bana, Zoe Saldana, John Cho, Simon Pegg, Anton Yelchin, Bruce Greenwood, Leonard Nimoy, Karl Urban, Winona Ryder

Viewing situation: Weekday late evening, small crowd; digital projection
My grade (out of 10): 8
Rotten Tomatoes average: 95%

Next up: Up

>> Trekkies Bash New ‘Star Trek’ Film as Fun, Watchable [Onion News Network via YouTube]

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battle for terra

In retrospect, there was absolutely no need for me to see Battle for Terra, a CGI-animated non-blockbuster that really defies further description. The film’s opening was greeted with yawns (angry yawns), clunking down at eighth place in the box office tally.

With the unparalleled level of disinterest surrounding Battle for Terra, I was more than surprised that I wasn’t completely alone in my Tuesday matinee. Armed with a small, one dollar bag of popcorn (it was “stimulus Tuesday” at the local Carmike theater) and a one dollar thimble-full of Coca-Cola, I joined this small (yet merry) band of nerds for a rote morality play about a peaceful alien society about to invaded by silly humans intent on finding a planet that can provide a supportive ecosystem (since, of course, they’ve ruined their own). Voice work from the likes of Evan Rachel Wood and Justin Long was not enough to rescue this one.

While it’s certainly no Delgo (and seriously, you should read about Delgo, a similar 2009 alien-based animated film that holds the distinction of the worst major release opening weekend of all time), Battle for Terra is definitely the worst Ottawa International Animation Festival Grand Prize winner I’ve ever seen.

You’re off the hook, 1994 winner The Wrong Trousers.

Film: Battle for Terra
Director: Aristomeneis Tsirbas
Stars: Brian Cox, James Garner, Evan Rachel Wood, Justin Long, David Cross, Dennis Quaid, Amanda Peet, Luke Wilson

Viewing situation: Weekday matinee; shockingly not alone.
My grade (out of 10): 1
Rotten Tomatoes average: 46%

Next up: Star Trek

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