There is a valid explanation for why things have been quiet
on the blog of late…and if anyone’s up to mailing it in to me, I’ll gladly
spring for postage.
All seriousness
aside, I had a couple of Radio Spirits projects that needed my immediate
attention, plus I’ve been trying to make a concerted effort to turn in reviews
at ClassicFlix in a timely manner; two of the recent “oldies” that I’ve watched
are
Union
Depot (1932—a great little pre-Code) and
Private
Hell 36 (1954), which you can access by clicking on the links.
In the meantime, I’ve been trying to watch as many films as
I can that I’ve recorded on the U-Verse DVR. (I’m starting to think that it
might not have been the best idea, from a productive standpoint, to bestow one
of these gadgets upon the House of Yesteryear.)
Ever since U-Verse came in like a thief in the night and yanked our
Encore package I’ve been clearing the Encore movies off the thing…though since
that channel doesn’t letterbox a great many of their offerings, this didn’t
take nearly as long as I thought it would.
I’ve actually gotten better regarding their pan-and-scan presentations
(I don’t sulk nearly as much as I did in the past), but I do have to draw the
line on occasion: for example, Encore-Suspense aired a French film at the
beginning of February that’s been on my radar for a while,
With a Friend Like Harry
(2000)…yet when I finally got around to peeping it I noticed within minutes it
was the dubbed version, so I quietly eliminated it from the DVR.
(Also, too: Sundance aired
The Ides of March [2011] a couple
of weeks ago, and when I tried to watch this Wednesday night this is the
message that greeted me before the movie unfolded: “The following film has been
modified from its original version. It has been formatted to fit this screen,
to run in the time allotted and edited for content.”
Oh, I’m
so
sorry…but thanks for playing our game.
We have some lovely parting gifts for you, including a home version of
Ivan Watches Fairly Recent Movies.)
Both
Kill
Bill: Vol. 1 (2003) and
Kill
Bill: Vol. 2 (2004) recently turned up on the Encore Action channels and I sat
down with them because I had a rather fuzzy memory of the two features; I knew
I had already seen them (probably rented them from Netflix when I still had the
service), and while I remembered most of the first film some of the stuff in
the second was foreign to me.
(I think I
might have dozed off during
Vol. 2
the first time.)
I’m not a slavish
Tarantino disciple yet I enjoyed both movies; admittedly, I’m more partial to
the earlier entries in his oeuvre, like
Reservoir Dogs (1992).
I also recorded
The Dead Zone (1983) from Encore
Suspense; for some odd reason I thought I had seen this one but as it turned
out I had not (I read the book, which might be why I thought I had).
One of the better movies taken from Stephen
King novels, in my opinion.
Also from
the Encore menu:
The Human
Stain (2003) – An adaptation of the Philip Roth best seller that stars
Anthony Hopkins as Coleman Silk, a professor and dean of a small liberal arts
college whose career crumbles before his very eyes after he’s accused of making
racist remarks in the classroom.
His
wife Iris (Phyllis Newman) dies shortly after the scandal unfolds, and Coleman
blames her passing on the stress caused by the events; he befriends an author,
Nathan Zuckerman (Gary Sinise), and asks him to write his story while at the
same time Coleman’s beginning a relationship with a young woman Fauna Farley
(Nicole Kidman).
Their affair comes
under fire from Fauna’s ex (Ed Harris), a mentally unbalanced war vet, and the
disapproving faculty members from the college.
My interest in Stain
was piqued a while back when I perused an article at Salon addressing the
controversy as to whether Roth based the Silk character on Anatole Broyard, a
one-time New York Times literary
editor—I won’t go into the full details on Broyard for the benefit of those
unfamiliar with the novel or film (because it’ll give a lot of it away). After watching the movie version, however, it
sounds like the book might be better; I’ll throw in with the majority critical opinion
that the film doesn’t quite gel because of the miscasting of the leads (I
wasn’t able to invest any interest in the relationship between Hopkins and
Kidman, a major portion of the plot).
I’m not sorry I spent time with Stain,
but I’d be hesitant to recommend it to anyone since it really didn’t work for
me.
We Own the
Night (2007) – Joaquin Phoenix is Bobby Green, a young man who manages a
New York City nightclub for a Russian furrier named Marat Buzhayev (Moni
Moshonov)…though Bobby’s actual last name is Grusinsky (the “Green” is his
mother’s maiden name)—he keeps that on the QT because he doesn’t want his
friends or the people who employ him to know that he’s the son of a NYPD deputy
chief, played by Robert Duvall.
Bobby’s
brother Joseph (Mark Wahlberg) is also a cop, and has recently been promoted to
captain; when Bobby stops by to celebrate his bro’s rise in the
ranks—accompanied by his girlfriend Amada Juarez (Eva Mendes)—he’s told by the
Grusinsky clan that they’ve got their eye on Buzhayev’s nephew Vadim (Alex
Veadov), a drug lord who’s planning on bringing in a bodacious shipment of
product…and they want Bobby’s cooperation, since Vadim is a club regular.
Bobby says “Include me out”—but when Joe is
nearly brought down in a shootout involving Vadim’s mob, our hero has a change
of heart and agrees to help trap him by infiltrating his set-up.
This first-rate suspenser was written and directed by James
Gray, whose previous films
Little
Odessa (1994) and
The Yards
(2000) are also crime tales set in the Big Apple; stars Phoenix and Wahlberg
appeared in
Yards, and
Night was a labor of love for the two
thesps, who produced the film.
I’ll
watch Duvall in just about anything, so I was already pre-sold on this one
going in; I also enjoyed seeing the late Tony Musante in a small role (Musante
was in
Yards as well).
If you’ve watched as many crime thrillers as
I have you’ll figure out the “twist” halfway through but it’s still a journey
well worth your time.
(And I say this as
someone who just doesn’t care for Wahlberg, whom I still haven’t forgiven for
Good Vibrations.)
The Sundance Channel (now calling itself SundanceTV) was a
once-proud cable offering whose schedule featured truly independent films; I
watched quite a bit of it when I still had a DirecTV system during my years of
exile in Morgantown, WV and half of the movies they ran I had never even heard
of (though this is not to say I didn’t enjoy them).
Sundance was bought out by the AMC/IFC folks
in 2008, and sadly this means that they now interrupt their flicks with
commercial breaks as well as larding up their schedule with “original series”
(they also have about six or eight hours of
Law & Order running
every day—I still haven’t been able to figure that one out).
The movies appear to be uncut and intact for
the most part (that
Ides of March
thing must have been an outlier) and the next batch of films were watched
either on Sundance or sister IFC (which I remember its glory days as a
commercial-free channel as well).
From Hell
(2001) – I tried to talk Mom into watching this one, a horror film-police
procedural based on a graphic novel series (I remember when we called these
comic books) by Alan Moore (who later disavowed the film version, calling
Johnny Depp’s interpretation of the inspector an “absinthe-swigging dandy”) and
Eddie Campbell…but she’s more intractable on matters cinematic than I am, and
she has a hard-and-fast rule in that she will not watch anything Depp is
in.
(Which probably explains why she
still hasn’t opened
The Lone
Ranger [2013] DVD she got for Christmas.)
I’m not necessarily down with Depp either (I find him a little too
precious) but I can’t deny that this is one of his better showcases; he’s a
psychic cop investigating that bit of unpleasantness involving Jack the Ripper,
with Heather Graham as a “bangtail” (slang courtesy of Robbie Coltrane, who’s
aces as Depp’s sidekick) what’s caught his eye.
True to its graphic novel origins,
From Hell is in-your-face flashy and the Brothers Hughes (Albert and
Allen, the auteurs who brought you
Menace II Society [1993] and
Dead Presidents [1995])
occasionally overdo it with the stylistics…but despite Depp and Graham (the
actress’ appeal has always eluded me, and she’s a little too beautiful to be a
prostitute) I thought the movie was pretty solid even though the identity of
“Springhill Jack” kind of stretches credibility a tad.
(Not to give too much away, but I also liked
how the plot of
From Hell is similar
to 1979’s
Murder by Decree,
which pits Sherlock Holmes against the Ripper.)
Coltrane is great, and you’ll never convince me that Ian Richardson (who
starred in the British version of
House of Cards) didn’t read the
first few lines of his character’s part (as Depp and Coltrane’s superior) and
declare: “Henry Daniell, I should think.”
Batman Begins
(2005) – More comic book…sorry…
graphic
novel cinema as Christopher Nolan reboots the
Batman franchise with Christian Bale as The Caped Crusader in a
movie that was summed up by the better half of my BBFF
Stacia as follows: “It wouldn’t stop
beginning!”
I don’t regret watching this
but it really wasn’t my cup of tea—it’s way too long, and crammed with stunts
and noisy explodiations where stuff blows up real good.
Michael Caine was funny.
The Wackness
(2008) – High school grad Luke Shapiro (Josh Peck) starts dealing drugs to earn
money for his financially-strapped parents; his father (David Wohl) has botched
a financial deal and the family is in danger of being evicted.
Luke has also struck up an unlikely bond with
therapist Jeffrey Squires (Ben Kingsley) who counsels him in exchange for weed;
their friendship, however, is jeopardized by a romance between Luke and
Squires’ stepdaughter Stephanie (Olivia Thirlby).
This loosey-goosey coming-of-age comedy-drama really struck
a chord with me; I liked Peck’s performance as the seemingly-stoned and
vulnerable Luke, who’s sincere about his attraction to Thirlby’s Steph and is
unaware that she’s going to break his heart.
(I also giggled because he sells his wares out of an ice cream wagon—that’s
the way Cheech & Chong would have done it…) It’s an unpretentious debut
effort from writer-director Jonathan Levine, who populates the movie with
likable characters (even the ones who do unlikable things) and threads the film
with a memorable hip-hop/rap soundtrack.
I enjoyed the eclectic casting in this one, too: Jane Addams as a
reclusive client, Mary-Kate Olsen (how rude!) as a hippie, Method Man as Luke’s
connection and Famke Janssen as Kingsley’s wife (the two of them are having
marital difficulties not unlike Luke’s ma and pa). See this one if you get the opportunity.
The Informant!
(2009) – Kurt Eichenwald’s nonfiction book about Mark “Corky” Whitacre, an
Archer-Midland-Daniels exec who brought the lysine price-fixing conspiracy to
light in the 1990s by ratting out the company to the FBI, becomes an absurdist
satire in the hands of director Steven Soderbergh.
Matt Damon plays Whitacre, a whistle-blower
who seems to be doing the right thing by tattling to the Feds but later turns
out to have a few skeletons in his own closet.
Soderbergh’s decision to play a lot of the events detailed
in this movie as comical is an interesting one only because what happens with
ADM and Whitacre isn’t all that funny; still, it’s undeniably entertaining
despite Damon’s character being a bit of a cypher (his stream-of-consciousness
monologues are hooty). The most
enjoyable aspect is that Soderbergh cast a lot of stand-up comedians in major
and minor roles: Joel McHale (pre-Community), Allan Havey (haven’t
seen this guy since he appeared on Keith Olbermann’s show many moons ago) and
Paul F. Tompkins are FBI agents, and Patton Oswalt and Rick Overton are also on
hand. Best of all: the presence of Tom
and Dick Smothers (though they’re cast in separate roles in the film).
A Single Man
(2009) – Before winning his Best Actor Oscar for
The King’s Speech (2010), actor
Colin Firth got a nod the previous year for his amazing performance as the
titular character in a film based on Christopher Isherwood’s 1964 novel.
Firth plays George Falconer, a British
university professor struggling to deal with the death of his architect lover
Jim (Matthew Goode)—as a day in his life unfolds, memories of his life with Jim
are presented in flashback while Falconer seriously contemplates committing
suicide.
As the description probably tips you off, this is not
particularly a “date movie”…but this quiet, penetrating film rewards those who
are patient with important lessons on living life to the fullest.
Directed by former fashion designer Tom Ford,
Man nicely captures the feel of
Southern California circa 1962 and features first-rate turns from Goode,
Julianne Moore (as Firth’s longtime gal pal) and Jon Kortajarena as a hustler
Firth encounters outside a liquor store.
But it’s Firth’s performance that makes this one so heart-achingly good;
he lost to Jeff Bridges (for
Crazy
Heart) but just between you, me and the lamppost he was robbed.
Margin Call
(2011) – Writer-director J.C. Chandor won the Independent Spirit Awards’ Best
First Feature prize (as well as the Robert Altman Award) for this treatise on
the early days of the financial 2008 financial crisis; an investment bank
(unnamed in the film, but my money’s on Lehman Brothers) is downsizing
employees, including the exec in charge of risk management (Stanley
Tucci).
Tucci hands one of his people
(Zachary Quinto) a USB drive as he’s going out the door, telling him it’s a
project he’s been working on…and the curious employee soon learns that the
company’s over-leverage in M.B.S. (mortgage-backed securities) is going to send
the firm on a runaway bobsled to Hell unless a plan of action is put into
effect by the higher-ups.
Margin Call
accomplishes the impossible: it generates suspense from a situation involving
the employees of an institution that I normally would have greeted with
complete ennui (“Members of the one-percent shitting their pants about a
potential financial crash for which they’re responsible—let me check the
Care-O-Meter…”). That’s not to say that Call doesn’t have its defects; if you
have Kevin Spacey on hand, why you would want to make him the “good guy” is
beyond my comprehension. (Because I’ve
also seen the first film in the Star Trek reboot, I have trouble
thinking of Quinto—also one of Call’s
producers—as anybody but the young Mr. Spock.
“Set phasers to sell!”) Jeremy
Irons is amazing as the CEO who’s rather nonchalant about the possibility of
torpedoing the world economy, and there are also fine performances from Tucci,
Simon Baker (as The Mentalist, shouldn’t he have seen this coming?), Paul
Bettany and Demi Moore.
Martha Marcy
May Marlene (2011) – I’ve saved the best for last: actress Elizabeth Olsen
won critical plaudits for her phenomenal performance as the title character—a
vulnerable young woman struggling to make peace with her sister (Sarah Paulson)
when she moves in with sis and her new husband (Hugh Dancy).
She’s not told either of them why she’s been
off the grid for two years; she fell in with a group that informally call
themselves “The Family”…and while you can take the girl of the cult, you can’t
necessarily take the cult out of the girl.
The experience has left some serious psychological scars on Olsen, and
jeopardizes her new life with her hosts because some serious delusional
paranoia has started to set in.
I almost didn’t sit down with this one because I mistook it
for a Woody Allen film by the title; “Martha” is the real name of Olsen’s
character, “Marcy May” and “Marlene” aliases she uses with the group she’s
staying with (a cult that’s more Manson than Moonie). Martha
Marcy May Marlene is the powerful first feature written and directed by
Sean Durkin (he won a Best Dramatic Directing Award at the Sundance Festival),
who got a bit of criticism from the late Roger Ebert for his use of
chronological shifts (the film goes back-and-forth from present-day events to
those that happened in the past)—“In a serious film, there is no payoff for
trickery.” I say bah and feh—Durkin’s
use of the device just serves to heighten the film’s brooding paranoiac
despair, and while some may not take to the movie’s depressing tone it’s one of
the most emotionally rewarding I’ve seen in quite a while (the fact that the
estranged Martha and Lucy are simply unable to connect will gnaw at you). The ambiguous ending to the film is the
perfect capper.
Before I return to the screening room for more movies, I
thought I would mention another blogathon that’s on the horizon:
The
Great Villain Blogathon, which will allow movie bloggers to boo and hiss
their favorite cinematic bad guys in an event that will take place from April
20-26 and will be sponsored by Ruth at
Silver
Screenings, Karen at
shadowsandsatin,
and Kristina at
Speakeasy.
(And by the number “2”.)
I told Ruth to deal
Thrilling Days of Yesteryear
in, and on April 22 my entry will be on the delightfully diabolical Henry
Brandon in his dual “Silas Barnaby” showcases of
Babes in Toyland (1934; a.k.a.
March of the Wooden Soldiers) and
Our Gang Follies of 1938
(1937).
(I think this one is going to be
a lot of fun.)
I mentioned
at
the beginning of this month that
TDOY
had made commitments to other blogathons…but that in some instances I was still
trying to decide what topics would be addressed.
Everything has been finalized now, and here’s
what I’ll be contributing:
And that just about covers it…next time on the blog, a look
at what’s headed our way on The Greatest Cable Channel Known to Mankind™ once 31 Days of Oscar packs up its tent.
