Review: Schultze Gets the Blues (2005)

30 06 2009

schultze_gets_the_blues_ver2Schultze Gets the Blues surprises in its ability to take randomness to the next level. I can say with sincerity that this film is perhaps the most comically bizarre piece of cinema I have seen to date. Frame follows frame and scene follows scene with as much impetus as a child headed to the principal’s office. The director seems in no hurry to get anyway fast, or really, anywhere at all. Dialogue is so sparse in the film and provides so little insight into the inner realities of the characters that one (almost) wishes there was no dialogue at all. The beautiful cinematography can certainly stand alone and carry what little story there is to bear. I was surprised, however, by the lack of sound in a film that bills itself as being about music.

Now, as to whether Schultze Gets the Blues is an enjoyable movie to watch, the answer is emphatically “NO.” It is worse than watching paint dry because it seemingly promises so much more than dry paint. It promises, according to its tag line, a glimpse into the re-tuning of a person’s soul. That’s a pretty hefty claim, but I was open to the possibility; however, as random scene followed random scene I slowly lost track of Schultze’s soul, my soul, and really the idea that souls exist at all. It was that painful.

And, if the “Most Random Film” prize wasn’t enough, Schultze Gets the Blues certainly deserves the blue ribbon for “Most Anti-Climatic Film.” What an ending!?! I actually laughed out loud as the credits began to roll . . . partially because the conclusion mocked me for having hoped for something more meaningful, but mostly out of glee for finally coming to the end of this miserable film.





Review: Phoebe in Wonderland (2008)

29 06 2009

phoebe in wonderlandMajor critics have panned Phoebe in Wonderland for being a sub par children’s version of A Beautiful Mind. They have questioned its narrative structure and pooh-poohed its tendency to preach. In spite of these mostly true assessments of the film, what they fail to mention is that it’s actually quite enjoyable. Elle Fanning is truly brilliant as Phoebe and even though Patricia Clarkson’s Miss Dodger is the reincarnation of Dagmar from Lars and the Real Girl, I was happy to receive an encore performance because the character is undeniably enthralling.

Phoebe in Wonderland is a wonder in that writer/director Daniel Barnz doesn’t let his relatively small budget or difficult subject matter distract him from creating a film with interesting, heartfelt characters who struggle to give and receive grace in a messy world far from the magic of Alice’s Wonderland. The film tackles a challenging issue and does so with honesty, courage, and creativity. Does it try too hard? Yes. But, as I’ve said before, I’ll gladly take a film that tries too hard over a movie with no heart that’s phoned-in by the parties involved.

For the acting alone, Phoebe in Wonderland is worth 100 minutes of your time. If you’re questioning whether this is the particular rabbit hole for you, in the words of Miss Dodger, let me encourage you to . . . jump.





Review: Le Fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain (Amelie) (2001)

28 06 2009

amelieWhere does one begin in describing Amelie? It’s a magical film filled with warm colors and whimsical characters. It has quirky acting and odd dialog. It is definitely not a straight line in its storytelling, more like a ball of red yarn than a perfectly knitted sweater. True, for the first 15 minutes I was scratching my head and wondering if I could stick with it . . . where was it all going? Yet, strangely, I was riveted by its colors, its soundtrack, its charm. Amelie is a wonderful story told with great care. It is proof positive that when voiceover works, it really works. Bravo for love stories — for people moving from isolation to relationship. Leave it to the French to tell a great love story. Merveilleux!





Review: Undertow (2004)

27 06 2009

Undertow-Poster-C10201565To be fair, I should admit that my great dislike for director David Gordon Green’s earlier film All the Real Girls somewhat predisposed me to dislike Undertow as well. First, let me say that this is a better film than All the Real Girls. The acting is better, the setting is ideal, the costuming was spot on, and the script actually had something resembling a point.

This said, I still struggled with Green’s choices both as a writer and a director. A good number of scenes in Undertow (especially those involving Josh Lucas) are completely unnecessary. They don’t particularly add tension, they don’t develop character, and they don’t advance the story. One must question why such scenes did not hit the cutting room floor.

On this point, I think it helpful to compare Undertow with the later No Country for Old Men. Both films focus on a chase concerning money, and both have a very disturbed and violent antagonist. In their film, the Coen Brothers include scenes which are like little short stories within the greater story (think Javier Bardem’s character visiting the convenience store, for example); however, unlike Undertow, these little vignettes play a significant role in setting up later lines and actions or, at the very least, in establishing character and habits.

Besides the inclusion of unnecessary scenes, I was also befuddled as to why Green chose to use freeze framing in his film. While this technique can be used to great effect in film, Green’s decision to use it with seemingly no purpose or consistency left me wondering why it was included at all.

All said, Undertow hardly overcomes its shortcomings in screenplay and directing, and where it does succeed it does so solely on the backs of Jamie Bell and Devon Alan whose relationship on screen left me wanting to know and see more.





Review: Defiance (2008)

26 06 2009

defiance_2I really wanted to love this film (at least as much as one can love a film about terrorized Jews), but Defiance fails to deliver what could have been a solid movie experience. It is entertaining enough, but the writing just isn’t very good. It is easy to identify poor writing when we find actors struggling to know what to do with lines (fault of the actors, perhaps?). The writing is especially bad at the beginning (poor Jamie Bell, who actually isn’t half bad in the film, has probably some of the worst lines at the start).

Thankfully, as the story moves along the writing isn’t as distracting (machine gun fire tends to help get one’s mind off bad scripting).  Unfortunately, the screenwriters tend to fall into the monologue and soliloquy trap, telling us what they should instead be showing us through touch, action, or circumstances.

I guess my biggest frustration with the film is that a story like this one should have touched a nerve and, sadly, it didn’t. The music was basically non-existent, which might have been another important reason it didn’t touch my heart. I think history buffs will like this film, but as for everyone else it will appear as a mere blip on their cinematic radar before being forgotten (which is, perhaps, the most heartbreaking thing to say about a film telling a truly courageous story).





Review: Igby Goes Down (2002)

25 06 2009

igby-goes-down-(2002)I’ve never understood all the hype about Catcher in the Rye . . . a moderately well-written book that tells a rather uninteresting story which leads to no concrete conclusions. Knowing this information, one might rightly question the forthcoming review of a film that for all intents and purposes is a modern cinematic retelling of Salinger’s tome. Ibgy Goes Down is a surprisingly touching and funny film that succeeds in spite of (or because of) its cynical and unempathetic tone.

Now, few will deny that this film is filled with baseness and vulgarity well off the charts. Yet, here is what else it has (which Catcher in the Rye seemingly lacks): heart. I wouldn’t disagree with anyone who claimed Igby is a self-righteous, foul-mouthed, bitter, unkind, sad wretch of a protagonist. As true as this may be, what kept me in this film and routing for this character is the fact that, in spite of his attempts not to, Igby is also caring, forgiving, and (yes) loving. If anything, this film is about a character desperately trying not to care, but who so evidently does; and, more so, who is in deep need of someone to genuinely care for him.

I have nothing but the highest praise for writer/director Burr Steers whose screenplay is brilliant. The dialogue is smart (even when crude) and Steers understands the power of silence as much as the spoken word (which is amazing for a first time writer/director). Kieran Culkin, as Igby, makes the entire film go around. Without his understated, yet below-the-skin thunderous, performance, this film would fail to connect. Bravo to the entire creative team who took Igby down so that we could go up.





Review: Rocket Science (2007)

24 06 2009

rocketscience-poster-bigHere’s the thing, this quirky little film is really quite good . . . funny, uncomfortable, sweet, and terribly honest. While I give Hollywood a lot of flack for not producing more “realistic” films like this one, I have to admit that I don’t think I actually want such films. Yes, in theory, films like Rocket Science that tell it like it is and don’t go out of their way to end on an “up” note or tie off all the narrative strings are exactly the type of films I should be pining for. But I think I need to throw theory out the window because I want a tidy picture where the good guys win and justice is done.

I wouldn’t change a thing about Rocket Science (especially its fine writing and acting); perhaps, instead, I need to change a bit more before I can fully appreciate good films the likes of this one.





Review: Cadillac Records (2008)

23 06 2009

cadillac_records_poster1Like a scratched LP, Cadillac Records has a few beautiful notes but skips around too much to provide any clear resolution.  Beyonce Knowles is breathtaking as Etta James and in some ways I would have preferred seeing a biopic about her alone (or Muddy Waters or Chuck Berry, for that matter).  While I understand this is a film about Chess Records and not any one recording artist, I never felt that writer/director Darnell Martin succeeded in making the record label its own character.  Failing to establish Chess Records as a solid hub for the spokes of the story resulted in an unstable narrative that could never hit its groove.  Characters came and went with little or no explanation and the best the filmmakers could do to tie it all together was to add multiple cards at the end to explain what happened to who and how.

Adrien Brody, as Len Chess, is completely wasted as we never really get to know anything about his character or motivations (besides a few brief glimpses at the very beginning of the movie).  One would think that Len Chess, the namesake for the record label, would be an important character worthy of some significant development.

Still, even with its constant jumping around, Cadillac Records has some great music well worth revisiting; might I suggest, however, that you skip the movie and check out the soundtrack instead (or, better yet, the artists’ original recordings).





Review: Penelope (2006)

22 06 2009

penelope_ver6Penelope is a film that mostly works. It’s a post-modern fairy tale that does what a fairy tale should do it tells a story with a moral. And the particular moral of Penelope is this: learn to love yourself the way you are in spite of what others may say, do, or think. This is a very post-modern lesson, to be sure, for what is a person without his/her community (or lack thereof) . . . but there is a truth which says that in order to “love your neighbor as yourself,” you must begin by loving yourself.

Now, certainly, everything about this film doesn’t work (Catherine O’Hara tries just a bit too hard as Penelope’s mother, for example), but the story is sweet and the set decoration, cinematography, costume design are phenomenal. And with a PG rating, this film is safe for the entire family. Enjoy the tale . . .





Review: Happy-Go-Lucky (2008)

21 06 2009

happy_go_luckyHappy-Go-Lucky poses an interesting question to its viewers: “What is the role of humans in making each other happy?”  To what end is it a person’s job/goal/purpose to increase another person’s happiness?  Of course, this begs the question of what the filmmakers mean by “happiness”.  It seems they would mean “enjoying one’s life” which is a bit nebulous.  I think this film exists in a state of nebulousness as Poppy (Sally Hawkins) interacts with character after character attempting to bring them to a place of “happiness” as she understands it.

Actually, I think this film succeeds to the end that Poppy is infectious in her happiness and has a generally good heart (and is acted unbelievably well by Hawkins).  Yet, it also seems to fail to the degree that Poppy’s character arc falls flat in that she never seems to learn how to be discerning in her attempts to make people happy (the final scene in the row boat is particularly frustrating as Poppy, in so many words, admits she has not learned anything from her experience with Driving Instructor Scott).

I enjoyed this movie very much in the middle act, but found the first act annoying (Poppy is a hard character to like at the outset, which is curious) and the last act just didn’t seem to come to any solid conclusions.  Still, Happy-Go-Lucky is a worthy viewing experience if you can handle a slow ride and a good amount of British slang.





Review: Doubt (2008)

20 06 2009

doubtI agree with other reviewers who have said that Doubt, while brilliantly acted on many fronts (especially Viola Davis and Philip Seymour Hoffman) fails to induce the level of doubt necessary for the ending to work to its fullest potential. If I were to poll those leaving the theater after seeing this film, I suspect that 95% would believe in Father Flynn’s innocence. That number is far too high for us to believe that anyone except Sister Aloysius Beauvier (Meryl Streep) is truly in doubt on this point; this really takes the wind out of Streep’s sails in the final scene where empathy should reign, but, sadly, disdain has its day. Streep is battling more than Father Flynn or doubt in this film, she is battling a script that hasn’t given the viewer enough cause to doubt. Still, this said, the movie is unbelievably well done with top notch acting, beautiful scoring, and spot on set design. Even with its imperfections, Doubt is a film worthy to be seen and discussed.





Review: WALL-E (2008)

19 06 2009

wall-eWall-E had me from its first frame.  This movie is proof positive that dialogue can be over-rated.  This film’s capability to express a range of emotions – joy, love, excitement, bliss, sadness, hope – through eyes and touch and head tilt is truly magnificent.  Wall-E proves that silent films work no matter the era because moving images (much like music) transcend age, race, or culture to strike those deeper places in humanity.  At its core, this film is a love story . . . and a good one at that.  While perhaps not terribly child friendly, Wall-E was made for romantics and all those who have hope that no matter the millennia, love will win out.  I highly recommend this film.





Review: Frost/Nixon (2008)

18 06 2009

frost_nixon_posterFirst things first, Frank Langella is brilliant as Richard Nixon in this film.  Perhaps the finest male lead in any film I saw in 2008.  Ron Howard’s choice of close-ups and Langella’s ability to say everything with his eyes is spell-binding.  I’ll admit that I’m not a huge history buff, but this film was engaging.  I don’t know if it was the filmmaker’s aim, but I felt great compassion for Nixon by the end.  From music to production values to understated direction this film really hums along beautifully.

My only frustration/complaint with the film is the inclusion of a girlfriend (Rebecca Hall) for Frost.  A complete throw-away character that says nothing of significance, adds nothing that couldn’t have been added in other ways, and ultimately wastes a pretty decent actress.  I felt bad for Ms. Hall as she tried to make something of a character that is as one-dimensional as they come.  Other than that, however, this is probably Ron Howard’s best film since A Beautiful MindFrost/Nixon is a worthy see for anyone interested in American history or engaging cinema.





Review: Appaloosa (2008)

17 06 2009

Appaloosa20081d187To be fair I must admit that I’ve seen very few westerns and this is certain to decrease my credibility as I attempt to duel with Appaloosa.  However, I have seen a few good ones (Unforgiven and 3:10 to Yuma, to name two) and Appaloosa is a poor shot in comparison.  A few bullets missing from this film’s chambers are: 1) beautiful cinematography (aren’t westerns supposed to have amazing images of snow-capped mountains, rugged peaks, and perhaps a few random tumbleweeds?), 2) a compelling story, and 3) good characters and/or character development. Certainly, Appaloosa has a first rate cast and a talented director, but the cinematography is uninspiring, the story is a bore, and the characters are pretty one-dimensional (except perhaps Ed Harris‘ Marshall Cole).  It didn’t seem like any of the characters changed significantly over the course of the film and this left me wondering, “Why then tell this story at all?”

Appaloosa is a bland film that feels much longer than its 115 minutes.  My recommendation is to walk away from this film and see if you can saddle up with the latest version of 3:10 to Yuma instead.  Trust me, it will be a far more exciting ride.





Review: Dear Wendy (2005)

16 06 2009

dear_wendyDear Wendy:

I gave up watching you twice and finally finished my third go around.  I’d like to be cliche here and say that the “third time was the charm,” but sadly, I found little charm in you.  I found really bad voice-over (dear, dear Wendy, why did you let them use voice-over?).  I found a sheen of satire in you about guns, pacifism, and violence below which there was far less gleam than your American wild-west cinematographic luster seemed to promise.

I thought you might actually attempt to say something significant concerning guns, but the best you could muster was a half-cocked idea about the way holding a gun feels strangely empowering.  While no doubt this is an interesting diving-off point (“pacifists with guns” is definitely a novel concept), I found your gunpowder keg rather shallow.  It seemed, at times, your plot was a bit stretched resulting in some major faults in your manufacture.  Still, I give your music supervisor credit for picking some great songs for you, and I loved your ricocheting bullet schematics.  Somehow, though, you felt insubstantial to me . . . like no more than a half-pound prop gun.

In the end, Dear Wendy, I must do the truly humane thing and encourage anyone else who may be flirting with the idea of spending time with you to holster that thought and rent Gandhi instead.

With Regrets,
Andy