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Jumat, 07 Agustus 2015

No Rationale Makes IRRATIONAL MAN Into Worthwhile Woody Allen




Now playing at an art house near me:

IRRATIONAL MAN
(Dir. Woody Allen, 2015)










In my review of Woody Allen�s previous film, 2014's MAGIC IN THE MOONLIGHT, I proposed that in the last decade or so of Woody Allen's nearly half-century filmmaking career, every other film is worthwhile. However, while his latest, IRRATIONAL MAN, is a considerable improvement over the fluffy, inconsequential rom com MAGIC, I'm seriously re-thinking that theory.



However, it does starts off intriguingly with protagonist Joaquin Phoenix as Abe Lucas, a boozing, tortured philosophy professor arriving at the fictional Braylin College in Rhode Island to teach a summer session. Phoenix�s inner monologue/voice over tells us that he�s hit rock bottom emotionally and existentially, while gossip among the staff and students around campus tells us that that�s exactly what makes him attractive (�I kind of like the burnout look,� we hear a coed tell her friends, who wholeheartedly agree).

Before long, Phoenix�s Abe is spending a lot of time with one of his students, Jill Pollard played by Emma Stone, making her second appearance in an Allen film (MAGIC was her first), and he�s also being pursued by Parker Posey as Rita Richards, an unhappily married science professor.

Abe succumbs to Rita, but his mental hang ups have rendered him impotent. This helps him to resist Jill�s attempts to seduce him, citing that she has a devoted boyfriend who�s more suited for her, the preppy Roy played by Jamie Blackley. Blackley is stuck with one of Allen�s clich�d archetypes � the nice guy boyfriend who�s destined to be cheated on.

So for a bit we follow Phoenix and Stone around as they stroll around Braylin (actually Salve Regina University), and Newport discussing the subtleties of situational ethics, and referencing the work of such grand thinkers as Dostoyevsky and Kant. Then an actual plot development occurs � in a diner they overhear a conversation in which a woman talking with friends about her bitter custody battle. The judge presiding over the case is on her ex-husband�s side, and he�s drawing out the trial in order to bleed the woman dry. �I hope the judge gets cancer,� she exclaims, but Abe, stricken by what he hears, starts to hatch a plan in his head.

Abe, believing that he has finally found a meaningful act that will snap him out of his despair, schemes to murder the judge. He figures that his lack of motive and connection to the involved parties will make this the perfect crime, and that the world will be a better place without the corrupt judge. This decision changes Abe�s outlook on life radically, and the scenes in which he plots his victim�s demise are the most compelling in the movie � aided in no small part by the well utilized lively piano jazz of the Ramsey Lewis Trio on the soundtrack.

Abe secures cyanide to do the deed by stealing Rita�s key to the college�s chem lab, and stalks the judge so that he can learn his routine. Early on a Saturday morning, Abe is able to successfully poison the judge�s orange juice while he�s taking a break from running to read the paper on a park bench.

Initially, it looks like Abe has indeed committed the perfect murder as the judge�s death is considered to be by heart attack, but days later an autopsy detects the cyanide. Both Jill and Rita begin to suspect Abe, especially after certain clues start piling up that point to his guilt. Jill confronts Abe and he confesses the crime to her, but sticks to his stance that the murder was morally justified. Then its announced that the police have a suspect and Abe has to deal with the fact that an innocent man may take the fall.

As similar situations have happened in Allen�s work before � most notably in CRIMES AND MISDEMEANORS and MATCH POINT � it can appear that the 79-year old writer/director is obsessed with whether murder can be gotten away with or if we live in a moral universe where that�s impossible. Problem is that he�s handled these themes much better before (especially in CRIMES which it appears he's remade several times now) and in this effort it feels a lot like he�s yet again treading water.




Underneath all the talky philosophizing, there's no interesting ideas that are being expressed in Allen's screenplay. It's pretty by-the-numbers stuff narratively, and its ending is an unsatisfyingly rushed wrap-up. The love story angle, whether it's between Phoenix and Stone or Phoenix and Posey, is fairly unaffecting as well.



But it does feature some fine, appealing acting - Phoenix�s lived-in performance as Abe, a guy who's into Russian novelists and Russian roulette, beautifully conveys a kind of meticulous messiness, Stone makes an energetic effort in embodying Jill, and Posey makes the most out of a underwritten role. On another plus side, returning cinematographer Darius Khondji, who shot Allen's TO ROME WITH LOVE, MIDNIGHT IN PARIS, and MAGIC IN THE MOONLIGHT gives the film a great, lush look (the town of Newport, Rhode Island never looked better), but there�s just not any there there.





Allen�s 46th film as filmmaker is sadly another weak late period effort. It�s time for me to throw the �every other one is good� theory out the window, because there�s not a rationale I can think of that makes IRRATIONAL MAN into worthwhile Woody Allen.





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Jumat, 31 Oktober 2014

BIRDMAN: A Work Of Bizarre Genius That Will Blow Audiences Away




Now playing at an indie art house near me:




(Dir. Alejandro Gonz�lez I��rritu, 2014)




 



Alejandro Gonz�lez I��rritu�s much buzzed about fifth film BIRDMAN may be a comedy, but it�s as dark, layered, and intense as his dramas AMORES PERROS, 21 GRAMS, BABEL, and BIUTIFUL.






It�s a stunning, magnificent motion picture � one of the year�s best films - that�s bubbling with energy as it juggles a slew of themes, along with excellently edgy performances, and tireless camerawork.





All this and it�s also a major comeback for Michael Keaton, in his first lead role in ages, as an actor who formerly starred in a superhero franchise who�s staging a comeback � how�s that for meta for the former Batman star?





Keaton�s character, Riggan Thomson, wants to prove himself, do �something that matters,� by writing, directing, and starring in a Broadway production, his adaptation of the Raymond Carver short story �What We Talk About When We Talk About Love.�





The film, gorgeously shot by Emmanuel Lubezki (GRAVITY, THE TREE OF LIFE, CHILDREN OF MEN), is structured like one long take � a continuous uncut flow that immediately catches you in its sweep. You�ll really get to know the hallways, dressing rooms, and all of the backstage nooks and crannies of Broadway�s St. James Theatre where it largely takes place.





The narrative is mostly from Keaton�s point of view � a sweaty, stressed out head space that�s bordering on insanity as he often hears the gravelly voice of his alter ego, Birdman, saying stuff like �You were a movie star, remember?�





Others snaking in and out of the storyline include Emma Stone as Keaton�s daughter/assistant fresh from rehab, Zach Galifianakis as Keaton�s agent/lawyer/best friend, Amy Ryan as Keaton�s ex-wife, Andrea Riseborough as Keaton�s possibly pregnant girlfriend/co-star, Naomi Watts (also currently appearing in ST. VINCENT) as the lead actress in the play, and Edward Norton as a hotshot stage actor, who�s a last minute replacement after a loose lamp injures the original lead.





The Birdman voice in Keaton�s head claims he made the light fall, because he�s not really just a Hollywood has-been, he has telekinetic powers and can fly � of course, only in his mind, but the film has a lot of fun going with this surreal mind frame.





The sequences concerning the disastrous previews of the play are amusingly nerve wracking - one stage-set scene involving Norton getting a hard on in bed with Watts is a hilarious highlight. At another performance, during the same act, Keaton gets locked out of the theater with his bathrobe caught in the door. In only his underwear, he runs through Times Square through the crowds of theatre goers, fan boys, tourists, and assorted New Yorkers and becomes a viral sensation.





It�s a funny statement on our fame obsessed culture, one that sharpens when a cruel critic (an acidic Lindsay Duncan) tells Keaton: �You�re a celebrity, not an actor.�





Duncan�s not the only one who takes Keaton down � Stone rags on her dad for being out of touch: �You hate bloggers, you mock Twitter, you don't even have a Facebook page!�





Norton�s talented yet arrogant Mike Shiner threatens to steal the show from Keaton, but the actors� scenes together show them matching each other�s intensity � both deserve Oscar nominations, or whatever awards season action they surely will receive.





Only Keaton�s inner Birdman seems to be there to build him up.





I��rritu, who co-wrote the film with Nicol�s Giacobone, and Alexander Dinelaris, Jr., who collaborated with him on BIUTIFUL and first-time screenwriter Armando Bo keeps the visceral momentum going through the film�s two-hour running time. It never dragged or went off point, and when I wasn�t laughing, a wicked smile was curled up on my face. When Keaton�s delusional state takes over in the last third, with superhero special effects and crazy imagery such as a ginormous squawking bird-creature towering over the city, it�s a twisted Terry Gilliam-eque delight.





Keaton�s Riggan Thompson may be covered in flop sweat, but he�s got a smash on his hands here for BIRDMAN is a work of bizarre genius that will blow audiences away.





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Jumat, 02 Mei 2014

THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN 2: Here We Go Again...Again



Now playing at a Marvelplex near you...



THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN 2  

(Dir. Marc Webb, 2014)

 






I tried to go into this sequel to the re-boot with an open mind, but it wasn't easy as my enthusiasm for the Spider-Man franchise is at an all-time low these days. I so wasn't into Marc Webb's first entry 2 summers ago; I wrote on this very blog that it seemed "more like a re-tooled remake than a brand new beginning." Well, the sequel is more of the same as it matches a lot of story beats from Sam Raimi's SPIDER-MAN 2 from 10 years ago.



Andrew Garfield is back as the web-shooting super hero who is now haunted by the ghost of NYC Police Captain George Stacy (Denis Leary), who I forgot had died in the first one (shows how much it left my memory). A flashback reminds us that Garfield's Peter Parker had promised Leary's Stacy that he would leave his daughter Gwen (Emma Stone) "out of it," so after a late entrance at their graduation - Spider-Man had to chase down a Russian mobster (Paul Giamatti) who had hijacked a truck filled with tons of Oscorp plutonium, you see - our conflicted protagonist breaks up with the love of his life.



Meanwhile some half-assed villain origin stories are being set up concerning Peter's childhood friend Harry Osborn (Dane DeHaan), who we all know becomes the Green Goblin, and Jamie Foxx as a Oscorp maintenance man who has the bad luck to fall into a tank of genetically modified electric eels.



This happenstance turns Foxx into a blue glowing electric generator that engages in a Times Square-set battle with Spider-Man that's one of the better sequences. Unfortunately its more MAN OF STEEL than SUPERMAN II as there's loads of messy bombastic destruction that had to cause some deaths but you never see them. Instead they cut to a comical shot of Spidey wearing a fireman's helmet and holding a running hose while firefighters are laughing it up all around him.



The plot gets messier with DeHaan scheming to get a transfusion of Spider-Man's blood to fight off his growing illness, Stone considering going to study at Oxford, and Garfield trying to solve a mystery left behind by his late father (Campbell Scott) involving a briefcase and a secret lab. Garfield does this by constructing a Homeland-style cork board of documents, pictures, notecards, press clippings, string tying them all together, etc. I bet that's not far off from how screenwriters Alex Kurtzman and Roberto Orci (STAR TREK INTO DARKNESS) along with Jeff Pinkner (James Vanderbilt is also given a story credit) constructed the screenplay.



At an overstuffed 142 minutes, THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN is tiresome and uninspired franchise filler. There is some charming chemistry between Garfield and Stone, who are dating in real life, but the insipid dialogue they're given sabotages them on almost every line.



That's just one of many of the movies problems. The humor feels off, Hans Zimmer's score is generically overwrought, Giamatti is too ridiculously over-the-top, the theme of Peter trying to sell the world (or at least his still unseen Editor J. Jonah Jameson) on Spider-Man being here to help is cheesily handled, Leary's ghost is a poor plot mechanism, mechanism only, Sally Field as Aunt May isn't given anything to do, and a major character getting killed (I'm not Spoiling who) doesn't have anywhere close to the emotional impact it's going for. Even the Stan Lee cameo falls flat.



One of the film's few plusses is its design, and ace cinematography by Daniel Mindel. But even with the effects advancing further forward, Webb's SPIDER-MAN is still toiling in the aesthetics of the Raimi/Tobey Maguire trilogy. It's like they are content to stand in those superior chapters' shadow, without any motivation to put their own distinct stamp on the classic comic book character.



Sony has unsurprisingly got SPIDER-MAN 3 and 4 already scheduled for 2016 and 2018 to fill the spaces between the more promising installments of the Marvel Universe (THE AVENGERS, IRON-MAN, CAPTAIN AMERICA, et al). This is really only good news to the diehard fanboys, because I bet the rest of us will think twice about ponying up for such subpar Spider-man entries like this one.



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