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Friday, 10 August 2012

Did The Wrong Thing. Spike Lee's Red Hook Summer, Reviewed. [Grierson & Leitch]

Did The Wrong Thing. Spike Lee's Red Hook Summer, Reviewed.Spike Lee is such a confident filmmaker that when one of his movies doesn't quite work, you almost wonder if it's your fault for not getting it. Secure in his talent for sweeping emotions and powerful visuals, he sets out to make a masterpiece with each new movie, and the worst thing you can say about him is that he tries too hard. Giving a simple thumbs-up or thumbs-down to his work is almost insulting: Good or bad, they're all Spike Lee Joints, and if you're a fan of the man, why wouldn't you want to see the next one?

Red Hook Summer is one of Lee's lesser films, and yet it's full of such bold strengths that you feel guilty for not loving the hell out of it. But if you first have to acknowledge the passion and skill that go into every frame, you also have to admit that Lee sometimes lets his mighty purpose compensate for his lack of clear ideas or thematic subtlety. Red Hook Summer is resonant and inspired when it doesn't resemble a film made by those old fools playing the dozens on the corner in Do the Right Thing.

The movie stars newcomer Jules Brown as Flik, an insular, gadget-obsessed boy who is shipped from his home in Atlanta to live with his grandfather, Bishop Enoch Rouse (Clarke Peters), in the Red Hook neighborhood of Brooklyn for the summer. Enoch is a man of God, preaching the Good Word every Sunday at his church and then in the streets and homes of Red Hook the rest of the time. At its heart, Red Hook Summer is a coming-of-age story as Flik learns to put the iPad away and experience life, but as with many of Lee's films, this low-budget effort is quite content to wander around, allowing whomever Flik runs across to become part of the narrative as well.

When the film premiered at Sundance, Lee made it clear he didn't want people to think of it as a sequel to Do the Right Thing, even though they both feature his Mookie character, are set in Brooklyn, and rise to a shocking moment of violence. No filmmaker wants to be accused of repeating himself, so his annoyance is understandable, but the sad truth is that Red Hook Summer shrinks in comparison to Do the Right Thing. (To be fair, a lot of films would.) While they both invest heavily in the vitality of city life—no filmmaker since Robert Altman so facilely populates his world with characters who feel like they've always been there—Red Hook Summer isn't focused around a principle thematic concern (race relations) the way Do the Right Thing was. By comparison, Red Hook Summer wants to take on poverty, gangs, Barack Obama, religion, race, and family, to name but a few. It's a commendable approach, but Lee doesn't tackle his themes in a way that makes them feel sufficiently addressed. Instead, he skips around, touching on provocative ideas that don't receive the care or follow-through they deserve.

The film's range of performances also reflects that erratic tendency. Brown tends to be unappealingly monotone, failing to reveal much of Flik's inner life, while Toni Lysaith is rather one-note as a tomboy-ish neighborhood girl who catches his eye. Lee has done great work with younger or inexperienced actors in Crooklyn and He Got Game, but two of Red Hook Summer's central characters end up being too flat to make their budding friendship add up to much. On the other side of the spectrum, Peters is simply extraordinary as the devoted grandfather, living and breathing his Christian beliefs every waking second. It's hard to know how much of his sermons were scripted, but he gives them an improvised, stream-of-conscious fervor that elevates the entire film, helping to encapsulate the story's rambling narrative into a parable about perseverance in the face of life's hardships.

But Red Hook Summer's digressions and dead-ends aren't in and of themselves problematic—it's that Lee eventually builds to a big (and ungainly) revelation that shakes this community to its roots. On one hand, the surprise is meant to be jarring, which it is, but the lack of careful foreshadowing leaves it feeling baldly manipulative as well. For all its messy inconsistencies, Red Hook Summer is held together by Lee's seriousness of purpose, which is why the ending feels like such a cheat—it's careless and inflammatory without being rooted in the concerns that have pulsated through the rest of the film. In this way, Red Hook Summer is very much not akin to Do the Right Thing, which showed how unimaginable acts can be carried out by people we think we know. And, yet, I can't fully dismiss Red Hook Summer: It's got too much life, too much verve in it. Spike Lee always makes movies you want to wrestle with—I just wish this one had more rewards to make that grappling worthwhile.

Grade: C+

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Zach Galifianakis And Will Ferrell Race To The Middle. The Campaign, Reviewed. [Grierson & Leitch]

Aug 9, 2012 6:40 PM  

Zach Galifianakis And Will Ferrell Race To The Middle. The Campaign, Reviewed.1. That The Campaign could never come up with a fictional scenario that would rival the absurdity of what actually happens in our daily political discourse is an obvious point, yet one that needs to be made again nevertheless. Is any sort of shtick that Will Ferrell could dream up odder than a reality in which Newt Gingrich becomes friends with Snooki or a hot-button political debate centers on chicken sandwiches? ProPublica has a consistently hilarious tumblr of every batshit weird statement uttered by public officials and candidates this election season that's considerably funnier than The Campaign because, jeez, how could it not be? You've got Bill Clinton posing with porn stars and presidential candidates saying, "I stand by what I said, whatever it was," and Sen. John McCain co-sponsoring legislation with a giant pink pig. Beat that, Galifianakis.

Zach Galifianakis And Will Ferrell Race To The Middle. The Campaign, Reviewed.2. That's to say, with politics in the place it is, who needs satire, really? (The best jokes of The Daily Show and The Colbert Report usually just involve letting the boobs speak for themselves.) So The Campaign was left with two ways to differentiate itself. It could've gone ultra-dark and acerbic with the satire, Armando Iannucci-style, or it could've eliminated any real-world political context whatsoever and just become The Other Guys, except with politicians instead of cops. That's the route The Campaign chose, which is fine enough, one supposes; it's not like we expect Will Ferrell and Zach Galifianakis to put out a cutting, vicious parable about our rotten political culture on 3,5000 screens. But it makes you wonder why they bothered making a political movie in the first place; it might have been more fun if they were just cops.

3. It doesn't matter much: The only real political bit the movie uses is the Ferrell! Versus! Galifianakis! idea, which means we should probably just be thankful they made them politicians rather than boxers. (This at least keeps their shirts on.) Ferrell plays Rep. Cam Brady, a so-obvious-they-probably-should-have-tried-something-else riff on his George W. Bush impersonation with a heavy dollop of Clinton-esque skirt-chasing thrown in. Brady, a Democrat, is usually a shoo-in for his House seat, but the evil Motch brothers (a dopey riff on the Koch brothers played by John Lithgow and a deeply depressing Dan Aykroyd) decide, improbably, to finance Marty Huggins, the lisping, socially awkward son of an old rich political operative, so that they can sell American jobs to China, or something. And that's pretty much the whole deal: The two men take turns humiliating each other and themselves, and at the end people vote.

4. The Campaign is directed by Jay Roach, who also directed the (terrific) HBO movies Recount and Game Change, so I guess I sort of expected a little more political savvy than we get here; it's obvious he's playing dumb on purpose, because those movies showed he knows how to create a convincing political atmosphere. Here, he just relies on his leads to carry the whole movie—as improvised as these movies usually are, this one feels particularly ragged—and I have to say that Galifianakis is more successful than Ferrell. He at least tries to ground Marty in a real, sweet place—he works for the tourism center of his town and loves it, and his family, in a sincere way—which gives him a lot more rope to work with when the movie turns more and more absurd. Ferrell is coasting more here, not really invested in the part and, oddly, sort of bored with the whole thing. Ferrell has attempted to stretch more in recent years, with varying success (Stranger Than Fiction worked, Everything Must Go less so), and he's sort of checked out here, doing Ferrell Schtick more than careering into the land of the blissfully surreal as he does when he's on his game. I think part of the problem here is that neither Ferrell nor Galifianakis recedes, allowing one to be the straight man to the other; the result is that you watch each men do their schtick in a vacuum. They're both occupying their own, different movies.

5. There are still laughs to be had here, if just because of the pure volume of gags. But it's still sort of the low-hanging fruit variety. Galifianakis's sweet-looking children and wife, as it turns out, are secret freaks! Campaign videos are often full of lies! These guys are such bad politicians that they punch babies! (There is a good bit with a Korean maid whose boss makes her speak like the cast of The Help, but the movie goes to the well with it once too often.) You keep waiting for the movie to say something, to find that extra level of inspiration we've seen each of these two guys reach. Or at least to justify making a political comedy in the first place. The Campaign is mild Ferrell and mild Galifianakis, and putting them together leads to diminishing returns for both. A movie like this either needs to keep it small and dark, or just go for it, balls-out surreal. The Campaign, alas, occupies that squishy middle. And seriously: Do not look directly at Dan Aykroyd.

Grade: C.

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Wednesday, 8 August 2012

The Conspiracy To Kill A Great Movie Franchise. The Bourne Legacy, Reviewed. [Grierson & Leitch]

Aug 8, 2012 5:55 PM  

The Conspiracy To Kill A Great Movie Franchise. The Bourne Legacy, Reviewed.1. The first three Jason Bourne films had an intensity, a vitality to them that made them feel urgent and relevant, grounded in the messy real world of global capitalism and a U.S. government that was alternately confused, corrupt, and terrified. The movies didn't have a specific politics other than paranoia: Everyone's out for himself or herself, everyone's hiding something, everyone's lying to everyone else. The great quiet joke of the films was that Jason Bourne knew nothing about himself. It was sort of the only route to heroism. The sad thing about The Bourne Legacy, the attempt to sustain the franchise in the wake of Matt Damon's departure, is that it's more interested in keeping the series going than in understanding what made it so vibrant in the first place. It takes everything to an excessive, nearly comical next level. In the first three films, everyone was in on the conspiracy. In this one, everyone is in on it, from the principle players to their doctors and their grandmothers and their high school prom dates and possibly even their dog. The film isn't steeped in anything but itself; large swaths feel more like a parody of a Bourne film than an actual one. At this rate, in the next sequel, we're going to learn that the conspiracy goes even higher, and it turns out that George Soros, the Koch brothers, and Charles Nelson Reilly were In On It Together All Along.

2. You can't blame Jeremy Renner for any of this. He gives a smart, muscular performance as another almost unwitting killing machine, one who, like Bourne, is a bit of a guinea pig for Big Pharma (or something). The general idea is that some pharmaceutical company has been working with the U.S. government to create some sort of mind control device in pill form—it's not all that different from what Ludwig was working on with Reggie Jackson in The Naked Gun—and Renner's character is one of the people who test subjects. It also gives them super strength and super intelligence, which come in handy for Renner. In an odd touch, he is established as a guy who, sans pill, actually is borderline mentally disabled. It's basically Flowers for Algernon with face punching. This leads to a couple strange little scenes when Renner's face starts to go blank as he runs out of super smart pills, and he stares dumbly off into the distance. I half expected him to start asking to be told about the rabbits.

3. For a big tentpole action movie, it's a bit surprising how little actual action there is in The Bourne Legacy. On the whole, it's just a bunch of talking. Oh, there is so much talking in this movie! Writer-director Tony Gilroy is particularly skilled at scenes of glowering military-industrial-complex/corporate types gabbing back and forth to each other—used to great effect in his fantastic Michael Clayton—and he goes back to that well over and over and over. The film moves back and forth between scenes of blandly evil CIA drone Edward Norton instructing a room of khaki-wearing subordinates in front of massive tech screens and scenes of Renner and Rachel Weisz (who plays a scientist who somehow got caught up in all this mess) running through various international locations. There could be something compelling about the usual war-room mechanics being used to track down and murder the good guys rather than save them, but the movie doesn't give itself much air to breathe. It turns into a monotonous series of extreme shaky-cam closeups of Norton's nostrils.

4. It's also extremely overplotted, throwing in new characters every 15 minutes or so and not giving us much context to figure out how they fit into this whole business. It also increases the level of difficulty by making sure to intricately tie the events of this movie to the events of the last three, just in case the audience had any doubt that they'd walked into a Bourne movie. So we have climactic scenes of Joan Allen and Albert Finney and David Strathairn from the previous films, even though they connect only tangentially to this film (and are barely in it), and only in the Larger Global Conspiracy sense. This leads to the odd sense that the events of this movie, all the stuff Renner and Weisz are sprinting away from, don't really matter: It makes this film feel like reboot filler.

5. The whole movie feels like that, all told. It's an awfully long 134 minutes, and it doesn't so much as end as run out of running time. (Seriously, when the credits came up, I actively thought, "Wait, that's it? Did they drop a reel or something?") The movie is competently made and intelligently conceived; more than anything, this is a movie that desperately wants to be considered Intelligent Entertainment. But it's all so needlessly complicated, jammed full of exposition you won't care about nearly as much as Gilroy thinks you will. The mess that this film is will ultimately be blamed on Renner, I suspect, considering he's the new guy, but that's a shame: He certainly came to play, and in a perfect universe he could play a Jason Bourne alternative quite effectively. Heck, I'd love to see the two Bournes fight. Though after the endlessly chatty and pointless scenes of The Bourne Legacy, I'd love to see any fight.

Grade: C.

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Friday, 3 August 2012

Nothing We Haven't Seen Before: Total Recall, Reviewed. [Grierson & Leitch]

Aug 3, 2012 4:30 PM  

Nothing We Haven't Seen Before: Total Recall, Reviewed.1. As a skeptic of the original Total Recall, I was ready to give its remake more than a fair shake. My primary issue with the original is how little it does with the film's initial, fantastical Philip K. Dick premise, that the difference between reality and fantasy is not only slim but perhaps irrelevant; that film was too interested in Arnold Schwarzenegger wisecracks and dopey Future Jokes to slow down and develop that central theme. I'm happy to say that the remake does, actually, focus a little bit more on that premise, and stay consistent with it. That's pretty much the only thing I'm happy to say about it, though.

2. OK, the film also has the advantage of casting a legitimately outstanding actor in the lead role, Colin Farrell, who does his best to give his potentially compelling but sketchily conceived character a foundation as the movie skitters messily around him. The premise is the same as the first film: In the future, a lowly construction worker dreams of a less dreary future and has memories that he was once a spy "implanted" in his brain. Next thing you know, something goes wrong and he's involved in a revolution and his beloved wife is trying to kill him. This movie gets rid of the Mars aspect, the leader of the rebellion is less "scary alien baby" and more "Bill Nighy" and this time the Michael Ironside and Sharon Stone characters are combined into one, but other than that, this is the same deal, with updated special effects and less gore, to make sure they hit the PG-13 rating. (The three boobs are still here, though. I wonder if four boobs would have earned that R.)

3. The issue here is that as safe as I might feel Paul Verhoeven played it with the original—for him, anyway—director Len Wiseman (most well-known for the Underworld movies, though I did think his Live Free or Die Hard was cheerfully over-the-top) locks this movie in a room and puts a bag over its head. It's bizarre how humorless the film is, as if this whole notion of a futuristic dystopian society was sacred or even, you know, not the topic and tone of every science fiction movie made in the last 25 years. The movie is dark and ominous and thudding in predictable, deeply boring ways. I'm pretty sure the whole movie contains only one joke, and it might have been one Farrell sneaked in when his director wasn't looking. If you're not going to go all the way this and make it some Aronofsky-ian delve into the depths of a mentally diseased man's search for psychological truth and stability—and, uh, Wiseman isn't going to do that—at least let us have fun with the aliens and the spaceships and the robots. Wiseman directs with a two left, leaden feet.

4. Not even the third-act introduction—and it's essentially an introduction; his character is only seen on video screens for the first 90 minutes—of Bryan Cranston as the evil president Cohaagen livens up the proceedings much. He does try, though; Cranston clearly is giddy about the opportunities he has in a post-Walter White and invests a sense of legitimate menace in Cohaagen that the movie doesn't have much interest in following. Instead, it would rather keep following around Kate Beckinsale, in the Ironside/Stone role. Her character is essentially absurd, showing up in every scene (whether she could have possibly known what was going on or not), and exists mostly so Wiseman, Beckinsale's husband, can direct his wife jumping across rooms and scowling like he did in the Underworld films. While she's convincing as a fighter—I sure as hell didn't buy Jessica Biel holding her own in a fight with her for more than 10 seconds—her character makes no sense and mostly inspires laughter every random scene she shows up in. You don't for a second believe Farrell's character would believe her as a traditional wife in the first place; at best, he'd hire her for security.

5. Then again, the chance exists that this whole movie exists in the protagonist's head in the first place, so of course he, unhappy with his life and marriage, might see his wife as a destroyer in his dreams anyway. That central idea is so flush with opportunity that it's frustrated that now two movies have wasted it. Farrell is easier to buy as an Everyman than Schwarzenegger—I think Tom Waits is more believable as an Everyman than Schwarzenegger—and there are times he makes Quaid/Hauser's confusion and fear palpable. The movie is better at keeping this possibility enticingly on the surface than the original was, and the wink at the end feels more genuine, more potentially haunting. It doesn't follow through on it, though. This could be a whole reinvention, the original twisted on its head. But this new Total Recall doesn't have the gumption; it would rather be a blockbuster than a mind-bender. It turns out to be neither.

Grade: C.

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