Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Pic of the Week! Summer Movies edition

Been movie-watching again...I'm launching a concerted effort to watch the half-dozen Spielberg films I've never seen, but I'm mixing in some other stuff, too...

Munich (2005)
Nothing like an upbeat start to the summer, huh? “Munich” is about the aftermath of the 1972 Munich Olympics, when a Palestinian terrorist group murdered 11 members of the Israeli team. The film explores Israel’s never-confirmed response – convening an elite international hit squad to hunt down people involved in the group, Black September, and kill them secretly (but no so secretly that other members wouldn’t get the message). “Munich” is spellbinding on two levels – it’s both a taut thriller and a character-driven meditation on what violence, even justified violence, does to the perpetrators. I loved it. Not that it’s especially pleasant to watch…but it’s engrossing, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it for days. It’s the first time that Eric Bana (playing the lead assassin) really impressed me as an actor. There are some gorgeous and clever visuals. There’s a recurring motif involving preparing food that I’m told plays up the symbolism of Orthodox Judaism’s dietary restrictions…which, if true, is really cool. One note: Several reviews I read at the time of this film’s release complained that director Steven Spielberg spent too much time dramatizing the brutal murders – the consensus being that we all know what happened, so Spielberg shouldn’t put their surviving family members through it. Well, I didn’t know what happened. This was eight years before I was born; when I first heard about the Munich murders (it must have been around the time of the Olympic Park bombing during Atlanta ’96), I remember being shocked that I’d never heard anyone talk about it before. It would be like if no one talked about Pearl Harbor, or 9/11. So, yeah, I did need to know what happened. As a matter of fact, I was supremely frustrated at the beginning of the movie that Spielberg was relying on period news footage to walk me through it. And when the sequence does come where we get to experience the senseless, totally avoidable killings of so many people, the revelation is so breathtaking and visceral that it borders on unwatchable. I don’t know if I’ll ever get over it.


Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)
Speaking of things that happened before I was born…I was talking with a friend of mine the other day about how much I wish I could have experienced several classic films as they were released, as opposed to watching them once they’re already ingrained in the culture. For instance, I’ve always wondered what it would be like not to know from the time you were born that Darth Vader is Luke Skywalker’s father – how did it feel to sit there in the theatre at the end of “The Empire Strikes Back,” your mind blown, and then having to wait three years to find out what happens next??? Like “Star Wars,” “Close Encounters” came out in 1977, and I just saw it last week. There’s never been a time in my life that I didn’t come across references to Devil’s Tower and mashed potato sculpture. So I feel like I missed something when I watched “Close Encounters”…It’s still a beautiful film. It’s interesting to me how understated Spielberg is as a writer (he wrote this script)…Movies like this one, “AI” and “The Sugarland Express” seem to be both bleaker and more visually oriented in their story-telling than many of his other films. This one also gets points for casting Dead Celebrity Crush #47 himself (speaking English! – sort of…).


Boogie Nights (1997)
Jumping ahead a few decades, we have another auteur (Paul Thomas Anderson), and another film I didn’t see when it came out, this time because I was too young. Also – full disclosure – I took one look at the casting of Marky Mark and decided that “Boogie Nights” had to be a joke. (Yeah, I’m psychic that way…) As it turned out, this was the film that gave Hollywood its first inkling that Mark Wahlberg could actually, you know, act. He’s brilliant as an under-aged porn-star wannabe adopted by a community of other porn-stars in late 70s Southern California. I wonder what they thought of “Close Encounters”? There may actually be a scene in “Boogie Nights” where the characters discuss this, but I wouldn’t know. See, in addition to being beautifully acted (the cast includes Burt Reynolds, Julianne Moore, Heather Graham, Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Luis Guzman, John C. Reilly, William H. Macy…) and beautifully shot, it’s also…really slow. As in “go get a sandwich” slow. Honestly, the only thing that kept me hooked in was a decade of references to a certain giant prosthetic penis. Lucky for me, my friend Lauren called me halfway through and told me where it happens (the very last scene, natch). Thank goodness for DVD chapter selections…And I really do love every actor in this movie. Ironically, I’m to the point with Wahlberg that I’d go see almost anything just ‘cause he’s in it…


The Happening (2008)
…which is how I ended up in “The Happening.” Not the only reason, though…I also have a total girl-crush on Zooey Deschanel, and M. Night Shyamalan is still one of those directors whose films I always find interesting, even if I don’t love them (I’m talking to you, “The Village”). Let me get that out upfront, just so’s I don’t come off as one of those critics who hates Shyamalan on principle because he gets to make movies and I don’t…I loved, loved, loved “The Sixth Sense,” and I think it’s a terribly misunderstood film (it’s NOT about a kid who sees dead people, for one thing). “Unbreakable” grew on me. I even liked “Signs,” because I think I took things away from it that you miss if you’re just looking for a horror movie. Okay, all that said, “The Happening” sucked such massive amounts of ass that I’m having trouble conceptualizing it. It’s the single most unbelievable film I’ve seen in a very long time. And I’m not talking about macro-level plot, either – I’m talking about the small details, like relationships between people, realistic reactions, etc. Even a fantastic story has to be grounded in realism – even more so than a non-fantasy story. This is the kind of movie where people actually say things like “Oh, no!,” and not ironically, either. Early on, there’s a scene where Zooey (playing Mark’s flaky wife) gets a phone call on her cell from a guy she clearly doesn’t want her husband to know about. The phone vibrates, she fidgets, worrying that Mark will barge in any second and catch her, the phone vibrates some more, and she tosses it on a nearby table, watching it continue to vibrate, instead of, you know, just pressing the friggin’ “ignore” button. It’s just that kind of movie. (She also has multiple occasions to talk about how much she doesn’t like showing emotion, usually while she’s in the process of flipping out.) I found myself wishing throughout the film that Shyamalan would come down from his ivory tower long enough to witness how actual human beings interact with one another. I’m just going to say two more things: A) when John Leguizamo gives the film’s most realistic, natural performance, you’ve got a serious problem, and B) I was so distracted by how badly this movie sucked that I walked right out of the theatre, forgetting that I’d already bought a ticket for…

Wanted (2008)
Here’s what I want in a summer movie…spectacle, sure, but not slop. A film that has varying amounts of brains, heart and balls. Eye candy that doesn’t waste my time. “Wanted” isn’t a perfect action movie by any means, but it was miles more believable than “The Happening,” even with all its bending bullets. A lot of that is down to James McAvoy (previously seen in “The Last King of Scotland” and “Atonement,” and one of those “Narnia” movies), who plays a working stiff mysteriously recruited by an ancient group of assassins. “The Fraternity” kill random people supposedly to restore balance to the universe, taking their orders from a code delivered by some sort of psychic loom (don’t ask). The special effects are dazzling, even by post-“Matrix” standards, though “Wanted” does suffer from a bit of that “can’t tell who’s winning the fight scene” editing disease that plagues most modern action flicks. Likes: The Frat traces its roots to weavers in Medieval Moravia – in other words, my ancestors. BOO-YAH! Dislikes: I would’ve liked more explanation of the Frat’s mythology, which is also a must for any action franchise. (The movie’s barely 90 minutes long – surely they could’ve squeezed this in…) Also, not so much a “dislike” as a “mystification”: what’s Angelina Jolie doing in this movie? I’d understand it if it were still the 1999 “Gone in 60 Seconds” Angelina, but isn’t she a bit above playing the Token Hot Chick by now? Maybe she just likes losing the baby weight on some studio’s dime, I dunno…


Pic of the Week: “The Happening,” but only so we can gas together about how God-awful it is…Seriously, I hope every actor in that film earned some kind of special shitty-dialogue hazard pay.

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