Sunday, February 22, 2015

The Oscar "Best Picture" Showcase!

The day of the 87th Academy Awards is upon us, and as promised, I've viewed every single nominee for "Best Picture". Now is time to rank them, so from least to most favorite, and additionally what I think their chances for winning are, here's the list.
8. The Theory of Everything. Out of all the nominees, this is the one I didn't enjoy; and while my initial reaction was heightened due to a raging headache, with some thought, I've arrived at a firm, conclusive "meh." When people use the term "Oscar bait," I can only imagine this film comes to mind. Let's go down the 'hot-button' checklist, shall we?
- Period Piece.
- Protagonist w/disability.
- Biopic.
- Set in Britain.
- Atheism.
Check, and check. Now, all these elements feature in great movies, but what The Theory of Everything does is use the aforementioned to mask its weak story. For too long, the movie wastes time with the nanny characters, inciting a back-and-forth love triangle that stops the movie dead in its tracks. For a movie exploring the life of Stephen Hawking, one of the most revolutionary scientists to emerge in the past fifty years, I'm stunned the movie needs to waste time on ideas better suited for a Nicholas Sparks book. The film meanders along aimlessly until major scenes come around, whether it be Stephen and Jane's first use of a letter/color board, or at dinner with old friends. Instead, we get marital woes, montages, lame comedy, and too many scenes devoted to people sitting down and talking.
Despite the problems, what I think grabs the Academy's attention are the leads: Eddie Redmayne and Felicity Jones, as Stephen and Jane Hawking. Both are immersed in their characters' lives: mannerisms, personalities and all. Redmayne's physical prowess is extraordinary, and with only a few seconds of thought, I find the juggling act of lines, dialect, emotion, physical struggles, and the endurance to keep those struggles prominent, impossible to conceptualize, let alone actualize. Add in his charm and vulnerability, and Redmayne becomes a serious Best Actor contender. However, let us not forget Jones, whose quiet, but fiercely loyal and strong Jane shares as much of the running time as Redmayne. Though he can disappear into the fame and accolades when trouble arises, she faces it head-on, showing the life of a woman whose thoughts are occupied by others more than should ever be demanded. Facing conflict is one thing, but Jane's kind heart and playfulness shines through in Jones' performance, making her a thrill to watch.
The Theory of Everything is a mixed bag, and despite the Oscar bait, I don't think (barring a major upset) that voters will be ready to pick it. If given a weaker year, the traditional elements might stand a chance, but this year's gallery of nominees are too strong for this film to stand a chance.
   
7. American Sniper. If looking for an editorial based on a historical approach, I suggest you type in "'American Sniper' thoughts" on Google, grab a snack, and enjoy the ride. I empathize with all commenters from all over the political spectrum. 
  
Take away the hype and punditry, and American Sniper is alright. It's an adequate portrayal of a man driven to fight and defend "God, country, and family." If Clint Eastwood is the driving force behind the film, it's his blunt direction that leaves the mark.
Eastwood is straightforward, which leaves the film with strong and weak aspects. In the middle of battle, action is dynamic without being suffocating, thrilling and suspenseful. The movie offers little commentary; along with screenwriter Jason Hall, Eastwood presents Chris Kyle's spirit from the novel accurately.
Where the simplicity fails is in the editing. The film's script is full of ideas: Kyle's biography, the details of his mission in Iraq, relationship with his family and friends, and PTSD. Eastwood, presenting the story as is, leaves the film cluttered, jam-packing two hours with moderate focus on all aspects. As a result, the emotional impact of Kyle's PTSD never hits as strong as it should (the bar scene from the trailer is disappointingly short), and the supporting cast, especially Kyle's wife (Sienna Miller), devolves into cliché territory as she bemoans about how even when he's home, he's never really "home." Instead of spending so much time on every aspect of the mission, including the rival sniper, a greater focus on how Kyle's work affects his family, would better serve a look into what difficulties a soldier faces.
Among the politics and think pieces, there's one aspect that seems clear across the board: this is one of, if not, Bradley Cooper's best performances. Ignore the weight gain and accent for a second. Cooper IS Kyle: his determination to protect, his candid loyalty to his idealized America, confusion towards anyone who would dare speak negatively of the SEALs. He completely gets lost in the role, and sells it so convincingly, one can't help but be fascinated by Kyle as a character. It's my favorite Cooper role, just behind Rocket Raccoon (if you would've told me I would type this sentence two years ago, I'd laugh in your face.)
What are American Sniper's chances for the trophy? Unless the voters' politics sway the decision substantially, my thoughts are the same as with Theory: there are too many more critically-praised and award-winning nominees in the mix. 
6. The Imitation Game. I'd offer this film as the flipside to Theory of Everything: the more dramatic, heartfelt, and thrilling of the British biographical period pieces about brilliant intellectuals featuring their relationship with equally brilliant women. While Theory of Everything uses its Oscar bait to hide its aimlessness, The Imitation Game is a taut, intelligent drama about a man working to define his identity and find acceptance, set in the backdrop of World War II.
Benedict Cumberbatch is Alan Turing, the scientist whose "logic machines" served as the prototype for computers, charged with the task of uncovering the Enigma code, used by the Nazis to deliver encrypted messages. Cumberbatch shows off a softer side than his roles as Sherlock and Khan, but is no less convincing playing the smartest guy in the room. The strongest scenes feature Turing in crisis, whether it be his frustrations with solving the code or accepting his difficulties. Cumberbatch is equal parts inspiring and heartbreaking, in a performance that grows stronger in my mind everyday.
Director Morten Tyldum manages to keep all ideas afloat: the Enigma code, Turing's ostracism, his homosexuality and the troubles it brings. However, the movie never loses sight of the big picture. As it cuts from Turing's Bletchley Park headquarters to the firebombings of London, Tyldum reminds us of the stakes, of all the lives endangered every day the code isn't solved. He keeps the story thrilling, as we view it through the eyes of an equally confused, terrified, brilliant man. The Imitation Game is a drama that has it all.
If the "Oscar Bait" plays a role in voters' minds this year, I'd understand if they choose the film. It's not winning the bulk of Directors' or Producers' Guild Awards, though, which makes me wary of its shots.
5. Whiplash. I have no faith in this to win Best Picture, not a shred. But as evidenced by my "Top Ten Favorites of 2014," I adore this film. This is the kind of movie that shakes up genre, style, and dialogue. It gives people like me, bored with Hollywood's craze of "re-imagining" everything, hope for unabashedly original stories. Oh, did I mention this is a debut?
Damien Chazelle deserves more praise than he's getting, but I understand. His indie drama stands up to the likes of Linklater, Iñárritu, and Eastwood; of course Chazelle is an underdog, but don't think for a second he hasn't earned a comparsion. Whiplash is meticulous, in style, performance, and editing. The story moves at just the right pace, keeping tension while allowing time to breathe and take in the atmosphere and transformation of Andrew's world in this jazz conservatory. The cool colors, syncopated edits, explosive soundtrack: this world is alive, vibrant, yet dangerous.
 J.K. Simmons has won a shelf full of "Best Supporting Actor" awards, as his bone-chilling performance deserves, but let's not forget Miles Teller, who's gone from playing a wisecracking jackass in "21 And Over" to an obsessed, self-destructive young man driven to madness by glory. His transformation, guided by Chazelle, is slow, but daunting. Teller enters naïve, emerges confident. If ever a breakout role were to succeed, this would be it.
  
4. Selma. David Oyelowo and Ava DuVernay deserved nominations. Oyelowo is transformative, owning the role of Dr. King: a subtle, yet triumphant performance. Not only did he deserve the Best Actor nomination, but stack him up against any of the nominees, and you'll find he deserves the award.
But if there's a not-so-silent heroine of this story, it's DuVernay. She corrals every element, from the performances to the script, the cinematography to the editing, to fit her specific, yet ambitious vision. DuVernay presents King as figurehead, and figurehead only. Of course we admire the reverend's work and his tenacity, but she makes sure to reign in the hero worship and show the issue as it should be: a look at institutionalized racism and the difficulties presented when trying to change laws validated by the highest officials of government.
She lines up the players from opposing sides, allowing them to speak their piece, and if this starts to resemble a chessboard, it should. We become enraptured in the maneuvers necessary to inspire political change, discerning what issues are most effective to attack, where to protest, how to protest, what demographics to appeal to, and which local opponent will provide the easiest victory.
However, Selma never gets lost in intellectualization. Its best moments are intimate: a pre-Nobel Peace Prize conversation between Martin and Coretta, an interaction with a grandfather mourning his grandson. Selma reveals not only how people affect politics, but how politics affect people.
So here's the rub: will it win? I don't think so. I can be cynical (or realistic, depending on who you ask,) and say the Academy used its Black sympathy vote on "12 Years a Slave" last year. However, this is a tough year full of ambitious projects, and I think ambition will play a massive role in how the voters will sway. When looking at the effort spent to make some of these pictures, Selma's process is a little too traditional to grab people's attention. But to offer hope for fans, Selma is the type of film whose life won't begin and end with the Academy Awards. I predict many required high school viewings ahead.  
3. The Grand Budapest Hotel. Cue the balalaikas! From beginning to end, I was grinning like an idiot. If we gave the Oscar to a film experience, the most fun had while watching, I'd give it to this in a heartbeat.
When thinking of the Oscars, one thinks of highbrow dramas and depressing examinations of the intricacies of life. You think of thematic tales, hot-button issues. So here's my question: how does an eccentric, candy colored, pop-up book of a murder mystery, draped in comedy, grab 9 Oscar nominations? 9?! It's simple when you think about it: The Grand Budapest Hotel is a good, fun movie. 
Wrapped in four layers of framing (director Wes Anderson probably looks at Inception and giggles), Mr. Zero Moustafa (F. Murray Abraham) guides us through his adventures as a youth, the new lobby boy at the GRAND Budapest Hotel. Why "grand" in all caps? Well, that's how Monsieur Gustave (Ralph Fiennes) sees it. He's the beloved owner of the hotel keeping everything perfect for his guests (especially the elderly women), down to the smallest detail. Whenever one of his most admired guests dies, he, along with Zero, travels to her funeral, where all hell breaks loose, including drama about a will, the ownership of a famous painting, and the particulars of Madame's death...
I compare this film to a pop-up book made for adults. The movie's vibrant, obsessed with composing shots symmetrically, as if drawn that way. We see miniatures, multiple distinct sets and production designs: all a joy to behold.
Ralph Fiennes is snubbed an Oscar nomination as the captivating, proper, and eccentric Gustave, flowing between witty dialogue and Chaplin-esque physical comedy with ease; and Tony Revolori delivers a breakout performance as the loyal, weirded-out, only-jealous-when-his-girlfriend-is-brought-up Zero. This doesn't even begin to cover all the cameos and secondary performances from the likes of Willem Dafoe, Harvey Keitel, and Saoirse Ronan, but let me tell you: they are all phenomenal, cast perfectly, hitting all the right marks.
So with seemingly ALL the nominations (tied with this list's number 2), what are The Grand Budapest Hotel's chances for the trophy? I think it's possible. So much attention has been placed on other nominees, and I think this movie could end up being a dark horse victory. Wes Anderson delivers an ambitious, unforgettable, hilarious comedy, bolstered by a fantastic ensemble cast. Too much ado about a silly film? Probably. But does it have the chops? Definitely.
2. Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue Of Ignorance). Of the nominees, Birdman has occupied most of my thoughts. It's been a slow burn; I saw it as the second part of a double-feature with Whiplash (a great day, I might add), and I enjoyed Whiplash a little more. But then the movie started working its way into my mind. I began to analyze the performances, and the cinematography, and the story, and its themes, and the direction, and then comes December where it skyrockets from my number six to my second favorite movie of the year. Honestly, an hour before the ceremony, who do I think will win the Oscar? This film. So what's prompted this slow takeover of my mind?

It comes in two parts. The first, obviously, is the film's technical mastery. The idea of a movie that looks like one long take, resembling a theatrical performance is one thing. But all one needs to do is think of how complex the staging is. Characters move in and out of frame, sometimes for a second. There are scenes that go from room to room, down stairs, through monologues and dialogue. The lighting has to be right; the camera angles need to be precise, yet have a fluid look. Any actor involved, from Keaton to Galifanakis will tell you of the constant "alertness," the need to be focused and deliver their best 100% of the time, so as not to be the one wrong move that sends the Jenga tower falling to the floor and embarrass themselves.

As I watch Birdman, I look for edits. I sat down for my second and third viewings with the intent of catching all the little tricks. Luckily, with a DVD, one can pause and go frame by frame, but transitions like the one from Mike and Sam's first rooftop conversation to a shot from the middle of the street stuns me; I still have no idea how this angle can be achieved without a slight cut. It envelops a viewer like me in the filmmaking process, immersing us in this kinetic world.
Now, I start Birdman looking for the edits, but often I just get lost watching the story. This is a black comedy, taking shots at the "selfie" generation, egomaniacs of the theater world, the "assembly line" mentality of superhero franchises, and what they mean for actors searching for real art. When looking thematically, however, ego emerges among the rest. The film centers around pathetic people looking to be validated, whether it be through financial, critical, and social success, love, or just to shut the voice in one's head telling them they're worthless.

Director Alejandro Gonzalez Iñárritu focused on the internal voice as part of his life, the antagonist in one's mind, that, while able to push one past their comfort zone and work hard, can destroy their esteem, making them feel completely insignificant. (I can relate to that thought: my Birdman will often emerge when typing away. Editing these reviews often starts and stops with realizing what I've typed is trash, erasing everything and going at it again.)

As the movie nears the end, I can't help but feel bittersweet. Certainly, there are elements of accomplishment, but it doesn't feel right. In a way, I feel life is similar. We'll never truly feel satisfied, despite whatever level of success we achieve. Is there a remedy, a place we can accept? I'm not sure, but films like Birdman start the conversation on a high note. This is the kind of film that will not only be remembered, but celebrated.
1. Boyhood. Just like in December, I've had (and if we're to be honest, still have) a mental fistfight between this and Birdman, but as far as the Oscars go, and subsequent viewings will allow, Boyhood stands in my mind as the accomplishment of 2014.

Let's look at 2014. When we regard a movie as "Best Picture" of any year, an element that emerges is a movie's relation to that time, whether it be social, technical, what have you. With this criteria in mind, Boyhood shows us an America in the middle of reevaluating its ideals and values. We're looking at what constitutes "family" differently. We're looking at success differently, possibly diverting from a "money-first" view. In a sense, Americans, especially younger generations, are learning what to make of their lives.

Director Richard Linklater seems to assert that we don't see life as a blueprint, a series of goals (graduation, career, marriage, children) to achieve. Instead, we cherry pick a blend of intimate, powerful moments that when analyzed, we find the effects of upon our personalities.

We often don't know how or where life will take us, and approach the idea of "growing up" as taking place from 1st to 12th Grade, but Boyhood reminds us that we are fluid, we are constantly changing, all with the hope that where we'll end up will be better than where we are. As America reflects upon its problems, whether they be racial, financial, global, gender or sexuality-influenced, the film suggests we not be so quick to stick to tradition or pre-determined plans, for we don't seize the moment, "the moment seizes us."

Will Boyhood win? Initially, it's been the frontrunner, but as awards season progresses, Birdman seems to be taking the mantle. However, for my money, Boyhood is a film unlike any other: a 12 year masterpiece, that seems poised to be a hallmark of not only Linklater's career, but American cinema as a whole. 

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Well, that's it! All that's left is for us to turn on the TV and keep our ears to the screen. The 2014 American movie year is almost over, and it's been a fun ride. Who's gonna win? Who will be snubbed? Will Neil Patrick Harris be better than Ellen? It's finally time! The 87th Academy Awards are underway! Thank you all for reading; I'm the Man Without a Plan, signing off! 

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

"Project Almanac" Review


The month of January, to movie fans, is cursed. This month is the hangover to the holiday season, where studios squeeze out projects they have little faith in, usually low-budget pictures that need little effort to make a profit. With eyes focused on the Oscar nominees, these movies pay the rent and keep the studio's lights on. Some films can escape the black fog ("Paddington" comes to mind), but more often than not, they all succumb to boredom, laziness, and product placement. And here's...another one!

"Project Almanac" follows David (Jonny Weston), an engineering whiz, who along with his sister, Christina (Virginia Gardner), and friends Jessie (Sofia Black-D'Elia), Quinn (Sam Lerner) and Alex (Allen Evangelista), discover blueprints for a time machine David's father worked on before his mysterious death. The teenagers manage to construct the machine and time travel shenanigans ensue.

This film joins the already-abundant assembly of time travel movies with one calling card: it's integrated with the found-footage genre. Christina often serves as the movie's videographer; she's instructed by David to "film everything" to keep track of the building process and time travel excursions, in case they need to refer back to any missteps. Outside of technical inconsistencies (least of which being, the studio-quality sound and picture originating from a 2004 camera), "found-footage" revolves around the concept that a third party has "found" and compiled the video together, usually in an attempt to explain any particular phenomenon. In this film, there is no third party. "The Blair Witch Project" gave us a title card explaining the police investigation. In "Cloverfield," the video was seized by the government. However, "Project Almanac" restricts the point-of-view to the teenagers, which is fine for the story, but doesn't serve the found-footage concept. This decision ends up looking like a quick justification for slashing the budget, a dangerous trend for Hollywood these days...


No movie has ever had a consensus from the scientific community about the accuracy of time travel, and until (if even possible) we achieve it, trying to accommodate a dexterous knowledge of the subject in film will always have inconsistencies. I've accepted this, and am willing to forgive a movie for errors if it sticks to entertaining me with all the possibilities time travel can offer. However, "Project Almanac" is padded, its second half littered with dancing montages and romantic subplots. The teens use time travel for personal gain (winning the lottery, dealing with bullies, etc.), which is fun, initially, but after forty minutes of watching other people party and play with GoPro cameras, my eyes tend to glaze and reach deeper inside my bucket of popcorn. As soon as these scenes end, the movie rushes through the third act, as if it realizes how much time it spent meandering and attempts to wrap everything loosely to not be late.

"Project Almanac" isn't awful: the cast shows good chemistry and there are decent performances from Weston and Black-D'Elia. It just doesn't stand out from others of its genre, and when the film references "Looper" or "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure", it makes me want to see those movies instead. Add in the shameless product placement and I chalk this one up as yet-another victim of the January curse. Skip it and take another trip in the DeLorean instead. Thank you all for reading; I'm the Man Without A Plan, signing off. 


Thursday, January 22, 2015

"Paddington" Review


There are movies that take you until the end to get into. There are movies that entertain you in the theater and only the theater. Then there are movies that give you the widest, cheek-aching grin, from frame one till the end of the credits. Those are the best movies, and "Paddington" is one of that kind.

When an earthquake forces a young bear (voiced by Ben Whishaw) out of his Peruvian home, he treks to London, where he hopes to find an explorer who visited Peru 40 years ago, befriended his aunt and uncle, and promised them a warm welcome if they were to ever visit. Lost and alone, the bear is picked up by the Brown family, who name him Paddington (after the train station), and assist in his search for the explorer and a place to call home.

Talking bears, trans-Atlantic travel, and adventurous explorers...and I've yet to mention Paddington's love (bordering on obsession) for marmalade or the psychotic taxidermist (Nicole Kidman) hunting him for her collection. This is weird: the kind of weird Mad Libs seems to be made for. But somehow, it all melds together. The script, adapted from the popular children's book series, is so comfortable in this world, and the movie follows suit. There are no winks to the audience, and the movie's immersive as a result.

"Paddington" is childlike. Its colors are saturated, sets vibrant, and cinematography exciting, some of the most playful I've seen in years. The world is magic and silly, but never to the point of a cartoon. It's not hard to imagine that with a few tweaks and scientific discoveries that this world could be our own, and the clash of realism and imagination blends so well.

In no way does this feel like the product of focus groups. "Paddington" spreads variety without losing energy: its comedy ranges from outrageous slapstick to titter-inducing dialogue. Each scene is carefully crafted, and I find myself marveling at the combo of writing/editing/animation that manages to get the biggest laugh, every time.

A cornucopia of British greats are here: Jim Broadbent, Michael Gambon, Peter Capaldi, Imelda Staunton, Sally Hawkins, Hugh Bonneville. Standouts include Nicole Kidman's taxidermist (think Cruella De Vil mixed with Victor Frankenstein) and Julie Walters as the wild, caring badass, Mrs. Bird. They're casted and fit in the story perfectly. No one overstays their welcome, and all do inspired, charming, sometimes surprising work.

There are surprises, but "Paddington", as a whole, feels familiar: like a classic bedtime story. However, where "Star Wars" is the shining example of "the hero's journey", "Paddington" achieves the same in "finding where you belong." Driven by childlike imagination, it transcends the tropes and limitations of a kids' film, and becomes thoughtful, wholesome entertainment. This is the kind of film that makes it into personal collections, and I wouldn't be surprised if years down the line, future critics will refer to this as a hallmark of their childhoods. So if the debate for a family movie this weekend lies between "Paddington" and "Strange Magic", I'm not saying "don't see the Epic meets Frozen mashup the world never asked for," just see "Paddington" first. Thank you all for reading; I'm the Man Without a Plan, signing off. 


Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Some Thoughts On The Oscar Nominations

Good morning to you all in the States, and good afternoon/evening to anywhere else anyone reads my little blog. As most of you know, the nominations for the 87th Academy Awards dropped on the 15th, and as with every year, there were snubs, triumphs, and reactionary pieces galore. However, before I say my own piece about the nominations, let me give you some news about how the blog's going to work from now till the ceremony on February 22nd.

American Sniper
Birdman (or the Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)

Boyhood
The Grand Budapest Hotel
The Imitation Game
Selma
The Theory of Everything
Whiplash


As of now, I've seen six of the eight nominees for Best Picture (listed above), with only "The Theory of Everything" and "The Grand Budapest Hotel" left to go. I figure, since I'm almost there, why not watch the whole lot? I'm going to rank the Best Picture nominees from least favorite to favorite, and give my (realistic) predictions on who will probably win. Of course I'm not an Oscar voter, but it's always fun to play along. In the meantime, outside of the ones I've already done, I'm not going to do separate reviews for each nominee. I've already given "Selma" and "Boyhood" their own reviews, and covered "Birdman" and "Whiplash" in my "Top 10 Favorites of 2014" list, so click the links if you wish to read more of my thoughts on those.

So does this mean that all reviews will be halted until the awards? Not at all; the new college semester takes chunks out of my time, but I'll still be watching new films. I've currently got "Paddington" underway; it should be posted either tonight or tomorrow. Now, with news out of the way, let's talk about some of the nominations. The full list can be found here: http://oscar.go.com/nominees.

There weren't many surprises as far as "Best Picture" goes, but "Whiplash's" nomination came as a pleasant shock. With press buzz dominated by "Birdman", "Boyhood" and "The Grand Budapest Hotel", this film seemed lost in the background. However, this film managed to garner "Best Adapted Screenplay" and "Best Editing" nominations: evidence the Academy didn't let the explosive indie drama sit at the wayside. Writer/director Damien Chazelle crafted a stunning debut film, and I'm glad his film is getting recognition.

As snubs go, I've yet to see "Nightcrawler," so I can't jump on the "give Gyllenhaal Best Actor" bandwagon, but if there's anyone that deserved a Best Actor nomination, it's David Oyelowo for "Selma." His performance was a triumph, wholly mesmerizing. It's impossible to imagine the film succeeding without his input, so if his performance is stronger than the likes of Michael Keaton, Benedict Cumberbatch, and Bradley Cooper, why wouldn't the Academy recognize it with at least a nomination?

"The LEGO Movie" isn't up for "Best Animated Feature"?! For a movie showcasing breathtaking levels of imagination, creativity, work, and heart, how can a box office and critical juggernaut not be included in the running? The nominees are strong: "Big Hero 6" and "How To Train Your Dragon 2" are great films, but when looking back at the year, there were few movies, if any, that made such a cross-generational impact as "The LEGO Movie." This was a category that was almost certainly in the bag, and to not give this film due credit is a disservice.

Those are my two cents on the nominations; for the most part, I'm fine with the list, and excited to see who will win next month. I'll finish off the Best Picture nominees and start work on that list, due to come a couple days before the ceremony. In the meantime, expect more reviews and feel free to share suggestions for what I should watch next. Thank you all for reading; I'm the Man Without A Plan, signing off.

Monday, January 12, 2015

"Selma" Review


The word that comes to mind when thinking of "Selma" is elegant. Ava Duvernay's political drama triumphs due to Paul Webb's tightly woven script, which balances the big/small picture dynamics of political chess and vulnerable intimacy. Using this backbone, Duvernay presents an alternative to an idyllic view of the Civil Rights Movement, offering insight into the many cogs turning in the background, whether it come from power politics or systematic oppression.


After an unsuccessful appeal to President Lyndon B. Johnson (Tom Wilkinson) for legislation prohibiting institutional barriers that prevent African-Americans from voting, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. (David Oyelowo) sets his next battleground in Selma, Alabama. The town, outspoken and often violent in their opposition, allows King a place to highlight the injustices being committed towards Blacks, and bring mainstream (a.k.a. White) awareness for the cause.

King is meticulous, and Oyelowo's efficient performance brings the audience into his thought process. We see him write his speeches, editing often to maximize his impact. A courtroom scene sees King pause at the right moment as he quickly, but carefully, reorganizes his response. From what kind of sheriff resides in town to Selma's geography to the details regarding a protest, King has every detail mapped out so his influence will reach its highest potential.

"Selma"s" best moments come during Martin's interaction with wife Coretta (Carmen Ejogo), who helps calm him down, balance him out. Ejogo is just as, if not even more engaging than Oyelowo as Coretta struggles to find courage and manage the firestorm directed at her, her husband, and even worse, their children. She exhibits a calm resilience: there's no doubt she's a kind woman, but I wouldn't ever cross her. The Golden Globes did Ejogo a disservice by not giving her at least a nomination; let's hope the Academy comes to their senses.

The rest of the supporting cast is chock-full of standout performances, including Tim Roth's sly, demented George Wallace (who sounds like a southern Christopher Walken?), Tom Wilkinson's reluctant, legacy-obsessed Lyndon Johnson, and Henry G. Sanders as the quiet activist grandfather Cager Lee. They serve Duvernay's balance, offering different perspectives and approaches to the issues on the table.

So what are the issues on the table? There's the issue of the institutionalized voting barrier, obviously, but I think Elogo gets it when she denounces hate as "demented" but "ignorant enough to be serious." I think "ignorant" is the key word. King's crusade to spread White awareness isn't only a press move to shake the masses, but get people to empathize. It's easy for people to dismiss racism if they belong to the non-oppressed class. If you don't have a personal stake or reaction to another's plight, you simply can't understand their struggle, and as a result, won't care. 

Now, are events such as the ones that occurred in Selma (and as a follow-up, Ferguson) a simple "black vs. white" scenario? Absolutely not, and "Selma" makes sure to present the issues as complex and muddled as they are. There's no clear answer, only the knowledge that no extreme is correct. Balance, my friends, is the key. to work through these issues; the entire population needs to work through them, but if "Selma" shows us anything, it's that we should overcome ignorance, empathize, and then...well then, we're going to have a lot of work to do. Is "Selma" the Best Picture for the 2015 Oscars? No. Is it an important film? Absolutely.

Thank you all for reading; I'm the Man Without A Plan, signing off.

   

Saturday, January 10, 2015

"Taken 3" Review


Bad movies are sometimes referred to as "junk food for the mind." Using this criteria, "Taken 3" (or "Tak3n") is the Heart Attack Grill : so unapologetically grotesque that you can't help but admire it a little. The third entry in the franchise sees the once visceral, surprisingly emotional, high-stakes thriller become a parody of itself, as Liam Neeson fumbles around an inconsistent plot and hilarious dialogue. This is the stuff RiffTrax was made for.


Neeson reprises his role as Bryan Mills, a ex-government operative with a "particular set of skills," including kicking ass, mowing waves of bad guys down with a single pistol, and making the greatest threatening phone calls ever seen on screen. After he's framed for the murder of ex-wife Lenore (Famke Jenssen), Bryan searches for the men responsible, getting wrapped in a whirlwind of criminal syndicates and botched business deals, all while a LAPD inspector (Forest Whitaker) is on his tail, ready to bring him in.

With a movie whose title replaces "e" with "3", I don't expect greatness, but rather over-the-top, impossibly ridiculous fun. And on that front, "Tak3n" succeeds, filling the theater unintentionally with laugh-out-loud scenes of implausibility and writing so silly, I half expect a "wah wah" to follow. Neeson and Whitaker are in on the joke, hamming it up as they quip at each other. Whitaker, in particular, looks like he's fighting off laughter in each scene, glancing around as if to address the crew, saying "Do you guys see this mess?" Throw in the usual bumbling antics from the cops and you should have cheesy gold.

Here's the catch though: "Taken 3" will hold a place in my heart as one of the worst directed action movies I've ever seen. The action is incomprehensible, doubly damaged by frantic edits and the shakiest cinematography I've ever seen. Walking out of the theater, people reported headaches and nausea; the eye is simply not equipped to try to make sense of this nonsense masqueraded as "intensity." There's a scene in which Bryan jumps over a fence, and the movie takes 12 cuts in order to do what should be done in one. Were the editors sabotaging the film or was director Oliver Megaton (Taken 2, Transporter 3) so enamored by the angles he demanded them all be put in?

The movie rallies back in the end with a satisfying two-headed climax and a relaxed camera, but by this point, it's too late. "Taken 3" provided a hilarious theater experience for me, but if you're not here to crack jokes, and are expecting a fulfilling conclusion to the trilogy, you'll be disappointed, or in the worst-case scenario, insulted. If anything, watch it on cable with your friends.

Thank you for reading; I'm the Man Without A Plan, signing off.




Wednesday, January 7, 2015

My Top 10 WORST Movies of 2014!

As I said in the last list, 2014 was a year of extremes: triumphs and catastrophes alike. I've already recounted my favorites, but now, it's time to purge myself of the failures. It's going to be tough, but just like puking up a heavy night of drinking, afterwards, I'm confident I'll feel much, much better. So let's not waste any time, and give these films one last kick in the ass.

10) Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.


Alright, where's my pitchfork? If I'm going to join the angry mob, I feel I should get one. Should I repeat other criticisms: the overemphasis on April O'Neil's (Megan Fox) story, subsequent neutering of her character, dismally boring rendition of Shredder, and lack of screen time with the Turtles? Die-hard fans and Michael Bay opponents spit anger towards this film, but I'm just disappointed.

This movie isn't irredeemable, and to scrap the project would be throwing the baby out with the bathwater. Most people will grant that the Turtles' personalities and interactions with each other are reminiscent of the cartoons. The elevator scene took 30 seconds, but was fun, immediately cemented as most fans' favorite part. Similarly to "Transformers", the titular characters were just left at the side.

Other people cry foul at Megan Fox's performance, but give her credit. In the beginning, she started to sway me. She was pushy, focused, often too curious for her own good. In other words, she was April O'Neil: a spunky, ambitious reporter who would work hard to get to the bottom of a story. The problem lies with the script. After a strong beginning, the writers neutered the character, making her a total ditz, to the point where I couldn't imagine how she managed to graduate high school, let alone land ANY reporter position. When in the thick of battle with the Turtles, she serves to have light flood behind her open mouth.

Add in a laughably ridiculous (even for TMNT) re-write of the origin story and a senseless plot, and man, this one just hurts. However, I can't deny the promise that lies under the surface, and with the news that the sequel will bring fan-favorites Bebop and Rocksteady, it seems like the writers are at last listening to fan suggestions, and we might get a strong modern take on the Turtles. However, what last August brought us hurt, best to be left by the wayside.

9) Sabotage.


David Ayer directed this? Seriously? Most people will recognize the director from last October's WWII tank film, "Fury," which saw Ayer ambitiously crafting a visceral tale featuring the brotherly bond between soldiers. However, Ayer helmed another ensemble of enforcers in March's "Sabotage," a savage picture in all sense of the word.

The machismo is dialed to eleven as the likes of Arnold Schwarzengger, Sam Worthington, and Joe Manganiello drink, fight, curse, and insult each other with dialogue that would make the characters from "Wolf of Wall Street" blush. They play crooked DEA agents whose team, led by Schwarzenegger's John "Breacher" Wharton, is hunted down one by one after a drug cartel bust leads to the theft of $10 million.

The secondary characters are murdered in bloodiest fashion; a scene in a trailer looks like Ayer's attempt to channel David Fincher's "Seven". However, "Sabotage" is no "Seven." For all the grime and over-the-top madness, "Sabotage's" worst sin is that it's entirely forgettable. Outside of Schwarzenegger, the rest of the cast has no charisma, and the action is surprisingly scarce. In the end, all we got was guts and curses, with none of the fun.

8) The Purge: Anarchy.


It's weird. I was expecting to hate "The Purge: Anarchy" more than I did. What's weirder is that I'm disappointed I didn't. I regard the original "Purge" as the worst movie of 2013: a movie clueless as to whether it should look pretentious or laughably silly. With psuedo-satire about the American crime system spewed by ridiculous stereotypes, "The Purge" soon turned my confusion into groaning anger, and after hearing word of the coming sequel, I put my war paint on, ready to go back into the fire and bully this movie as much as possible.

What I ended up getting was more of the same, but the low quality didn't shock me as much. Despite opening up the survivors' playground and upping the variety of violent groups (my favorite being led by a sunglasses-wearing meathead with a Gatling Gun), "The Purge: Anarchy" trades in laughably bad stereotypes for boring ones as these three groups of survivors band together to try and survive the night where all crime, even murder, is legal.

The tone is still all over the place; at times, the movie basks in its insane horror roots, but then provides socio-political commentary on the wage gap and class wars. In a movie where motorcycles gangs dance with machetes and make faces into the camera, it'd be better if the filmmakers didn't try. However, the world of the Purge is opening up, and judging by its box office success, I may be getting another rendition of this in 2015.

7) Tammy.

The short and simple explanation for "Tammy's" failure is Melissa McCarthy. Tammy, despite being rough around the edges, is supposed to have some goofy charm, gaining sympathy as we pity her loss of husband and job. However, McCarthy's performance comes off as desperate, often rambling to throw as many jokes at the audience as possible, hoping one of them will catch. It also doesn't help that she's up against Kathy Bates and Susan Sarandon, who, despite less screen time, tell better jokes.

Likeable losers are difficult to pull off, and in "Tammy's" case, McCarthy simply doesn't stand out enough to break her character's shortcomings. If she were more rude or more passive, that'd be a good contrast, but as is, she comes off as a watered-down version of her other roles in "Bridesmaids" and "The Heat."

I was bored to tears, and when a storm cut power in my screening, it took all my willpower to not leave the theater, having to postpone seeing the film again. At least I've got a free film voucher to show for it.

6) Oculus.


Out of all the horror movies I saw this year, none made me laugh quite so hard as "Oculus," a film so devoid of brains, that I debated whether this was an elaborately sarcastic parody of the "Paranormal Activity" and "Insidious" movies.

Karen Gillan and Brenton Thwaites are astonishingly crazy and dull, respectively, as a sister and brother who seek to prove that a maleficent spirit, using a mirror, possessed their father and led him to murder their mother ten years ago. The brother, who shot the father in a panic, has just been released from a psychiatric hospital, cured of his belief in the mirror's evil, while the sister has spent the bulk of her young adult life gathering information about the mirror, convinced in its evil powers.

In order to buy "Oculus," you have to buy the fact that the mirror is scary, and the movie just doesn't sell it. A couple scenes take advantage of visual tricks to build tension, but never does the film pay off in a way that excels past horror entries like "The Conjuring" or "Paranormal Activity 2."

The sister's obsession with the mirror is downright silly as she approaches it with a "Home Alone" mentality, setting up traps and cameras to a) document every weird thing that could happen or b) destroy the mirror once and for all. The brother tries to reason and hopefully get her to leave the scary stuff be, but the movie finds new, ridiculous ways to keep the plot going. "Oculus" pulls out every horror cliche in the book, coughing up more laughter than scares: an easy skip in my book.

5) Transcendence.


I doubt even the most faithful Johnny Depp fans can find it in their hearts to defend "Transcendence," a visually intriguing but pretentious sci-fi flick that stars Depp as a scientist who imparts his consciousness into an artificial intelligence. As his intelligence and the AI mesh and develop, he starts to radically alter humanity's relationship with technology, growing more and more powerful, but less human by the minute.

"Transcendence" gets points for its twist ending, which some critics used as evidence for saying the movie's naysayers "just didn't get it." However, a twist doesn't do enough to forgive bland characters, action, and acting. With a career-worst performance by Depp and underused actors such as Cillian Murphy and Morgan Freeman, "Transcendence" lacks the emotional punch needed to connect with the characters, and the intellectual depth to make this film about the dangers of AI better than other B-movies of its genre.

4) Neighbors.

Now we're starting to see the glimpse of my visceral hate. "Neighbors" was not only boring, but obnoxiously unfunny, to the point where it didn't matter if the jokes were about pot or the woes of turning 30 and boring, my groans grew in annoyance. Seth Rogen and Rose Byrne star as Mac and Kelly Radner who, after the birth of their baby, feel the strain of responsibility and maturity conflicting with their desires to be fun-loving, partying adults. When a fraternity led by Teddy Sanders (Zac Efron) moves in next door, the frat's wild parties become too much for the Radners to handle, and the war for suburban supremacy ensues between the old and young.

Wherever I go, I can't win. Rogen and Byrne are dull, lame when they try to fit in with the guys or subsequently mock them. On the other hand, the frat kids are obnoxious, exchanging enough versions of "bro" to make your skin crawl. The only one who makes anything of his character is Efron, who shows a bit of disturbing psychosis as an antagonist. I feel weird comparing him to Robert Mitchum, but Efron shows a tad of suave charisma, that when contrasted with his outbursts, leads to some frighteningly creepy and disturbed moments. Maybe he should try a horror role in the future?

When not indulging in stereotypes, the jokes range from disgusting to predictable, and the whole film wears on the mind to the point where I just want it all to end. "Neighbors" is the bastardized blend of "American Pie: The Naked Mile" and "Pacific Heights", and if that, to you, sounds like the worst kind of cocktail, trust me, it is.

3) Let's Be Cops.


I don't want to talk about this. In fact, I feel more comfortable conversing about the number 2 and 1 picks than this film. Like "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles", I left the theater disappointed, because judging by the trailer and premise, there's a wacky, albeit dumb comedy here.

Somewhere lost in Jake Johnson and Damon Wayans Jr's desperate acting and haphazardly crafted story, there's a fun idea. However, the finished product feels lazy, as if the screenwriters, cast, and crew, had an outline filled with necessary buddy-cop plot points and fleshed out the details with the least amount of effort possible in order to make a release date.

"Let's Be Cops" was an underwritten, unfunny bore that made me miss "Rush Hour 3". Think about that.

2) The Single Moms Club.


"The Single Moms Club" is a film to despise: a shallow melodrama with a reprehensible sense of humor that insults both men and women alike, making light of serious difficulties plaguing single mothers. It teaches women that men are the devil, but required to have any shred of self-esteem and a fulfilling life. This is worse of a vanity project than M Night Shamalyan's "Lady In The Water," where Tyler Perry dresses himself as the perfect man: the only sensitive, strong, responsible anchor in a sea of cheaters, abusers, misogynists, and brainless hunks.

The movie's messages are conflicted: after the movie goes out of its way to denounce an emotionally abusive ex-husband, it finds a stalker's forced sexual assault and the victim's subsequent sheepish, giggly submission as hilarious. the entire movie is built around single mothers' need for emotional support from their friends and family. However, when a member of the Single Moms club loses one of her children, the rest mope for a bit with her, then all go home. Where's the support? Where's the search party? I guarantee you, when my mother was out with friends and didn't know where I was for one split second, even if I was right behind them, the entire party of women would stop mid-sentence, turn and start the rescue like they were Navy Seals. This movie reveals itself to be all talk and not even a thought of action.

It's infuriating how much this movie gets it wrong, and even more so how much support and goodwill Tyler Perry has with his audience, who will laugh along with him no matter what, as long as the material mentions something they experience in day-to-day life. The message can be as horribly outdated and false as the stereotypes the movie "attacks," but Mr. Perry's movies will still make money. In a list of worst directors, Perry makes it in the top 5, and it's only appropriate that his movie does too. This is an utterly reprehensible film.

1) A Million Ways To Die In The West.

This movie wasn't just boring, just incompetent, just disgusting. In this year of less-than-stellar to awful comedies, for a movie to make it to the bottom of the pile, it had to actively offend my sensibilities, insult my intelligence, waste my brain cells, breath and time. "A Million Ways To Die In The West" is not only the worst of this year, but the worst movie I've ever seen.

One could call the movie "sophomoric," and technically, they'd be right, but whereas Family Guy, South Park, and Futurama go over-the-top, infused with energy, "A Million Ways To Die In The West" spends its time with painful dialogue, putting its characters in wacky situations to just have them sit on the sidelines, refusing to interact at all. Was the idea here to be so unfunny it makes us chuckle out of confusion? Cast Ben Stein in the lead role and then we'll talk, but as is, Seth MacFarlane's character should be left to a cameo, or even better, non-existent.

MacFarlane is in over his head, and when stacked against the likes of Liam Neeson and Charlize Theron, he falters miserably. His character tries to be the most intellectual guy in the room, but there's no snark, no quick-witted comebacks, only watered-down mockeries of the people in the background. I give few points to Liam Neeson for hamming it up, but when most of the movie is spent following MacFarlane, watching the movie becomes a drudging chore.

The jokes can be seen from a mile away, and the ones that aren't, are explained not a second later, with a wink to the audience, as if we couldn't comprehend why animal genitalia and diarrhea breaks the norms of our everyday sights. I've never been in a movie that spoon fed its audience worse than a Happy Madison production, but this May, I was unfortunate enough to experience such a travesty firsthand. As I left the theater, I shook with anger, my headache piercing. "A Million Ways To Die In The West" infuriates me: an insufferable, dismal affront to comedy.


DANIEL'S NOTE:
2014 had its failures, and I'm sure 2015 will as well, but it never hurts to remain positive, right? I've always had faith in us moviegoers to discern quality from garbage, and while the Hollywood system can bombard us with nonsense, we've gotten breathtaking victories, films that challenge, entertain, and move us. If there's any glimmer of hope to be taken from these travesties, it's that future filmmakers will see the landmines, and kindly, enthusiastically, step away. Thank you all for reading; I'm the Man Without A Plan, signing off.