Sunday, February 26, 2012

Here’s Who’s Going to Win Oscars This Evening

How does one write about this year’s Oscars without bitching and moaning?  For those of you who love The Artist (and there are many of you who love The Artist, rightfully so), I imagine it’s still a little disheartening to know the damn near foregone conclusions of every major category, right?

Look, I love the Oscars. They are my Super Bowl, Final Four, World Cup, World Series and more rolled all into one. I love them so much, in fact, that my parents always let me skip the Monday after the show when I was in school, as a way to let me come down from the highs of my excitement. (This came in particularly handy when, for instance, Shakespeare in Love bought Best Picture from Saving Private Ryan, which infuriated me for days.) But last year, the Oscars did something to me.

For four hours last February, I sat completely unmoved and utterly bored. I wanted Christian Bale to win, I wanted Natalie Portman to win, but the fact that we all knew they were going to win, well, it just kind of took the piss out of the whole thing.

Okay, that’s enough, let’s try to have a happy day. Below are my picks for who will win tonight’s major awards (I’m not listing every category here, because I put in bets in Vegas, and listing the entirety of my choices could jinx me in some way. True story.) Also, I’ve listed my personal choices for winners and possible upsets, which, for the record, aren’t going to happen.

Best Picture
The Artist
The Descendants
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
The Help
Hugo
Midnight in Paris
Moneyball
The Tree of Life
War Horse
Will Win: The Artist
Could Win: The Help (may God have mercy on our souls)
Want to Win: The Tree of Life

Best Director
Woody Allen – Midnight in Paris
Michel Hazanavicius – The Artist
Terrence Malick – The Tree of Life
Alexander Payne – The Descendants
Martin Scorsese – Hugo
Will Win: Hazanavicius
Could Win: None
Want to Win: Malick

Best Actor
Demián Bichir – A Better Life
George Clooney – The Descendants
Jean Dujardin – The Artist
Gary Oldman – Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy
Brad Pitt – Moneyball
Will Win: Dujardin
Could Win: Clooney
Want to Win: Pitt

Best Actress
Glenn Close – Albert Nobbs
Viola Davis – The Help
Rooney Mara – The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
Meryl Streep – The Iron Lady
Michelle Williams – My Week with Marilyn
Will Win: Davis
Could Win: Streep
Want to Win: Mara

Best Supporting Actor
Kenneth Branagh – My Week With Marilyn
Jonah Hill – Moneyball
Nick Nolte – Warrior
Christopher Plummer – Beginners
Max Von Sydow – Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
Will Win: Plummer
Could Win: None
Want to Win: Nolte

Best Supporting Actress
Bérénice Bejo – The Artist
Jessica Chastain – The Help
Melissa McCarthy – Bridesmaids
Janet McTeer – Albert Nobbs
Octavia Spencer – The Help
Will Win: Spencer
Could Win: Bejo
Want to Win: McCarthy

Best Original Screenplay
Woody Allen – Midnight in Paris
J.C. Chandor – Margin Call
Michel Hazanivicius – The Artist
Annie Mumolo & Kristen Wiig – Bridesmaids
Asghar Farhadi – A Separation
Will Win: toughest category to call… Allen
Could Win: Hazanivicius
Want to Win: Farhadi

Best Adapted Screenplay
George Clooney, Grant Heslov, Beau Willimon – The Ides of March
John Logan – Hugo
Alexander Payne, Nat Faxon & Jim Rash – The Descendants
Aaron Sorkin & Steven Zaillian – Moneyball
Peter Straughan & Bridget O’Connor – Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy
Will Win: Payne, Faxon & Rash
Could Win: None
Want to Win: Logan

Best Cinematography
Jeff Cronenweth – The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
Janusz Kaminski – War Horse
Emmanuel Lubezki – The Tree of Life
Robert Richardson – Hugo
Guillaume Schiffman – The Aritst
Will Win: I think they’re going to rob Lubezki and go with Richardson
Could Win: Lubezki
Want to Win: Lubezki (more than anything)

Best Documentary Feature
Hell and Back Again
If a Tree Falls
Paradise Lost 3
Pina
Undefeated

Will Win: Paradise Lost 3
Could Win: Hell and Back Again
Want to Win: Paradise Lost 3

Best Foreign Film
Bullhead
Footnote
In Darkness
Monsieur Lazhar
A Separation

Will Win: A Separation
Could Win: In Darkness
Want to Win: A Separation

Best Score
Ludovic Bource – The Artist
Alberto Iglesias – Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy
Howard Shore – Hugo
John Williams – War Horse
John Williams – The Adventures of Tintin

Will Win: Bource
Could Win: Shore
Should Win: Bource

Saturday, February 25, 2012

14 Reasons You Can’t Miss the Indie Spirit Awards

Because The Artist, as good as it is, probably won’t win everything

Because Nicolas Winding Refn has a very good shot at winning Best Director

Because when was the last time an Oscar speech was as good as this one?

Or this one:


Because the winners are encouraged to curse in their acceptance speeches


Because Shame is actually nominated for something

Because Shame might actually win something

Because who doesn’t like staring at Elizabeth Olsen for a few hours?

Because Jessica Chastain is a nominated for the movie she most deserves to be nominated for

Because the words “The Help” are no where to be found on the nominee list

Because A Separation, Melancholia, Shame, and Tyrannosaur are four-fifths of the Best International Film category

Because people will see Corey Stoll’s face and question that he’s actually the guy who played Ernest Hemingway


Because one of the nominated films is called The Redemption of General Butt Naked

Because these are the nominees:

Best Feature
The Artist
Beginners
The Descendants
Drive
50/50
Take Shelter

Best Director
Michel Hazanavicius, The Artist
Mike Mills, Beginners
Jeff Nichols, Take Shelter
Alexander Payne, The Descendants
Nicolas Winding Refn, Drive

Best Male Lead
Demián Bichir, A Better Life
Jean Dujardin, The Artist
Ryan Gosling, Drive
Woody Harrelson, Rampart
Michael Shannon, Take Shelter

Best Supporting Male
Albert Brooks, Drive
John Hawkes, Martha Marcy May Marlene
Christopher Plummer, Beginners
John C. Reilly, Cedar Rapids
Corey Stoll, Midnight in Paris

Best Female Lead
Lauren Ambrose, Think of Me
Rachael Harris, Natural Selection
Adepero Oduye, Pariah
Elizabeth Olsen, Martha Marcy May Marlene
Michelle Williams, My Week With Marilyn

Best Supporting Female
Jessica Chastain, Take Shelter
Anjelica Huston, 50/50
Janet McTeer, Albert Nobbs
Harmony Santana, Gun Hill Road
Shailene Woodley, The Descendants

Best Screenplay
Michel Hazanavicius, The Artist
Mike Mills, Beginners
Alexander Payne, Nat Faxon, Jim Rash, The Descendants
Joseph Cedar, Footnote
Tom McCarthy, Win Win

Best First Feature
Another Earth
In the Family
Margin Call
Martha Marcy May Marlene
Natural Selection

Best First Screenplay
Mike Cahill & Brit Marling, Another Earth
Phil Johnston, Cedar Rapids
Will Reiser, 50/50
J.C. Chandor, Margin Call
Patrick deWitt, Terri

Best Documentary
An African Election
Bill Cunningham New York
The Interrupters
The Redemption of General Butt Naked
We Were Here

Best International Film
A Separation
Melancholia
Shame
The Kid with a Bike
Tyrannosaur

The Film Independent Spirit Awards will air tonight at 10 p.m. EST/PST on IFC.

Friday, February 24, 2012

My Oscar Weekend Films

One of my favorite traditions is watching the movie I most want to win Best Picture at some during the weekend of the Oscars. The rules are simple: it has to be nominated for the top prize, and it has to be viewed either the day before or the day of the Oscars. Granted, the film I most want to win rarely has a shot in hell at actually winning, but that’s not really the point. And before I dive into what I’ll be watching this weekend, here’s a look at the Oscar weekend films I’ve viewed over the past several years.

1997
Good Will Hunting, lost to Titanic
As Good as It Gets, The Full Monty, L.A. Confidential and Good Will Hunting were all more deserving films, but they didn’t stand a chance against James Cameron's massive hard on of a disaster flick.

1998
The Thin Red Line, lost to Shakespeare in Love
I’ll never forget my dad asking me what movie I wanted to see on Oscar Sunday, 1999. He assumed Saving Private Ryan would occupy the day. How wrong could he be?

1999
American Beauty, winner
The last year of the ‘90s was a damn fine year for film, and although American Beauty has accrued its fair share of haters, I still dig it wholeheartedly.

2000
I called Traffic the best film of the 2000s, and although Gladiator’s win came as no surprise, it just feels so inadequate.

2001
In the Bedroom, lost to A Beautiful Mind
I’ve never liked A Beautiful Mind. Never have, never well.

2002
The Pianist, lost to Chicago
Adrien Brody pulled off the biggest Oscar upset in my lifetime. Then Ronald Harwood won screenplay. Then Polanski nabbed Director. The Academy should’ve kept it going.

2003
Dedicated readers know how much I detest the Lord of the Rings films, and, save an unexpected apocalypse, The Return of the King didn’t have a chance at losing. Oh well.

2004
Million Dollar Baby, winner
Million Dollar Baby is another flick that has oddly earned several naysayers since it won the top prize. I still find it utterly fascinating.

2005
Crash, winner
Yep, it’s true, when Crash came out, I drank the Kool-Aid. I was immersed in its cheap drama and simple gimmick. That all changed the night it won Best Picture. When Jack Nicholson announced Crash as the winner, I found myself horribly disappointed. But why? I called Crash the best film of 2005, so a Best Picture win seemed fitting right? Wrong. Know why? Two words: Brokeback Mountain.

2006
There’s no way I can hate on the fact that a Scorsese film (finally) won Best Picture, but Babel, to me, is an understated marvel.

2007
There Will Be Blood, lost to No Country for Old Men
Again, it’s impossible to hate on No Country for Old Men, but Paul Thomas Anderson, and his masterpiece, deserved this more.

2008
Slumdog Millionaire, winner
I’d choose Milk as the winner now, but I suppose I’m still okay with the Slumdog sweep.

2009
I was ecstatic when the tiny Hurt Locker ousted the gargantuan Avatar, but no film from 2009 rocked me like Precious. Except Hunger, naturally.

2010
The Social Network, lost to The King’s Speech
Black Swan was my favorite film last year, but because the race was between The Social Network and The King’s Speech, I opted to watch David Fincher’s remarkable film. The King's Speech's Best Picture win I understand, but I will never get how Tom Hooper deserved his Best Director prize over the other nominees.

2011
The Tree of Life, will lose to The Artist
The Artist is a really good movie, and its win will be revelatory to future awards races, but, of the nine nominees, no film blew me away more than Terrence Malick’s epic moving poem. Here’s to hoping The Help doesn’t pull a major upset, which I don’t think will happen, but still.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

In Character: Richard Jenkins

Two weeks ago, I discovered this spread while reading Vanity Fair, and I was shocked that out of all the actors featured, I had only covered one of them in this feature. So I posted the picture on Twitter, and asked my followers to tell me which actor they wanted me to highlight next. The response was unanimous.

Richard Jenkins, with his distinct voice, hardened facial features and delicate sensibilities, has a career that has aged like a fine wine. The older he gets, the better his work is. I’ve seen him around for years, but it wasn’t until Six Feet Under that I began to take serious notice. Better late than never.

Five Essentials
Flirting with Disaster (1996)
Agent Paul Harmon
There are really two main sides to the Jenkins acting persona: the understated comedian, and the dramatic heavy-hitter. And as Paul Harmon, Jenkins delivers what may very well be the comedic performance of his career.

In David O. Russell’s screwball comedy, Jenkins plays one half of a gay couple (along with Josh Brolin), who are partners in life as well as Federal Agents for the ATF.  As Harmon, Jenkins finds himself in one awkwardly hilarious setting after another (including a hilarious bit in which he accidentally ingests acid), and he takes the whole thing in stride, delivering everything with deadpan glee. Had he acted out, the role would’ve faltered, badly. That it doesn’t is a great tribute to his skill.

Six Feet Under (2001-2005)
Nathaniel Fisher
Although Jenkins wasn’t in HBO’s often-remarkable Six Feet Under that much, his Nathaniel Fisher was easily the most important aspect of the show.

Because Nathaniel is killed in the opening moments of the series, we are forced to know him through the people that loved him – an eclectic bunch of mad-ass crazy misfits known as the Fisher family.  But occasionally, Jenkins would pop up as Nathaniel’s ghost, spitting philosophical garb at whoever would listen. (One of the show’s best qualities was that it never made clear if Nathaniel’s apparitions were indeed Nathaniel himself, or the subjective view of Nathaniel, through the eyes of whoever was speaking to him.)

At any rate, Nathaniel was a purposefully underwritten character that, in Jenkins’s hands, felt anything but.

North Country (2005)
Hank Aimes
North Country, like so many movies from 2011, is a weak film with flawless acting. Playing the father of a woman who endures physical and emotional discrimination in the factory they both work at, Jenkins initially plays Hank as a tired roughneck, just as pissed as the next guy that dames are now allowed on the lot. But after his daughter, Josey (Charlize Theron) is sexually attacked, Hank goes into full-on protective mode, which results in numerous moments of authentic, parental instinct.

There’s a scene in North Country where Hank finally speaks out against the men he has worked with all his life. It’s tender, stern and utterly heartbreaking. By far the film’s best moment.

Burn After Reading (2008)
Ted
As the dorky owner of Hard Bodies Gym (who is secretly in love with one of his employees) everything you need to know about Jenkins’s performance as Ted can be summed up in his first scene. As his idiotic worker, Chad (Brad Pitt) skims through a file containing “codes of shit,” Jenkins stands over Chad, repeating every so often that he’s “not comfortable with this.” By the time the scene ends, Jenkins has slithered to the room’s door like a scared kid being scolded by his parents.

The Coen brothers implore repetition in all of their comedies, usually to hilarious results (in addition to Jenkins’s outspoken uncomfortableness, Raul Aranas quietly saying, “It was just lying there on the floor,” over and over lends itself perfectly to the scene). Ted is everything that is good about a comical Jenkins performance. Sad, pathetic, earnest; rarely do we have so much fun laughing at such an ordinary men.

Eat Pray Love (2010)
Richard
Eat Pray Love isn’t a good movie. At all. There’s no need for me to elaborate on how bland both the story and the film’s lead actress are. It’s a pointless movie through and through, save one exceptional scene that (almost) makes viewing the rest of the film worth it.

Midway through the movie, director Ryan Murphy does a very smart, fleeting thing: he lets his actors act, void of any fancy camera tricks or narrative devices. During the scene, Jenkins, who up until this point has played his character as a cranky old codger, finally relents why he is the way he is, via a monologue that is utterly devastating. During this, the camera wisely does not move; it lets the scene play out with Jenkins in full focus. The moment is arguably the single best scene of Jenkins’s career. It’ll floor you.

The Best of the Best
The Visitor (2008)
Walter
It may come as no surprise that Jenkins’s best performance is the one that put him on the map. Don’t get me wrong, he’s been working steadily since the early ‘90s, but his performance as Walter revitalized his career, of which we all benefit.

Walter is a quiet, unassuming man slowly passing the time since losing his wife. He fumbles around, grades his students’ papers, lectures at NYU, fails at playing the piano, and so on. So when he catches a couple squatting in his New York apartment, he slowly finds a hidden fire in himself that he didn’t know he had. A lust for life, if you will.

Now, usually this is conveyed in more overt ways. Expensive cars are bought, young women are slept with, a new wardrobe is purchased, and so on. But The Visitor is too patient for that, and Jenkins is too fine an actor to have Walter be anything but a cliché. So what we’re left with is an actor in full command of his character; tolerant, absorbing, and just all together endearing.  The final scene of this film encapsulates the anger, torment, and rage that Walter has bottled up inside of him as effectively as damn near anything I’ve seen. It is precisely how you get nominated for an Oscar. Jenkins didn’t have a shot in hell at winning that year, but I suspect he’ll be back soon enough.

Other Notable Roles
In Let Me In
Sea of Love (1989)
There’s Something About Mary (1998)
Me, Myself & Irene (2000)
The Man Who Wasn’t There (2001)
Changing Lanes (2002)
Intolerable Cruelty (2003)
Step Brothers (2008)
Let Me In (2010)
Hall Pass (2011)
The Rum Diary (2011)

Previous installments of In Character include:
William Fichtner
Guy Pearce
Shea Whigham
Viola Davis
Gary Oldman
David Morse
Michael Shannon
Emily Mortimer
John Hawkes
Jeffrey Wright
Elias Koteas
David Strathairn

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Newlyweds

At the risk of being presumptuous, I find it very hard to believe that anyone who enjoys independent cinema, or, more specifically, has a moderate interest in shooting their own films, does not appreciate the work of Edward Burns.

Burns has done everything his own way. He wrote, directed, starred and financed his first film, The Brothers McMullen, himself. When it was finished, he passed a VHS copy of it to Robert Redford in a New York City elevator. Redford watched it, and the film ultimately went on to win the Sundance Grand Jury Prize and the Indie Spirit Award for First Feature.

Since then, Burns has taken steady acting jobs (Confidence and Entourage are highlights) to boost his cred, and payouts in Hollywood trash (The Holiday, 27 Dresses, Man on a Ledge) to help finance his own movies.

I’ve seen every film Burns has directed. Some are great (She’s the One, Purple Violets) some are cute (Brothers McMullen, Sidewalks of New York), some are a little too cute (Looking for Kitty, Nice Guy Johnny), but not until now would I label any of his films as remarkable.

Which, make no mistake about it, is precisely what Newlyweds is. The film tells the story of the relaxed marriage between Buzzy (Burns) and Katie (Caitlin Fitzgerald). They work odd, conflicting hours, see each other little, sleep together often, tell each other everything and live very very comfortably. “Absence really does make the heart grow fonder,” Katie tells her bitchy sister, Marsha (Marsha Dietlein) in the opening scene. Basically, Buzzy and Katie’s contemporary, blasé stance on marriage is working for them. They got married quickly and because of the purposeful distance they set between themselves, it somehow allows them to never grow bored of one another.
Buzzy and Katie’s relaxed philosophy on their nuptials is soon sent into a frenzy from a few simultaneous influences, namely the abrupt arrival of Buzzy’s half-sister, Linda (Kerry Bishé), which is not unlike the abrupt arrival of Carey Mulligan’s Sissy in Shame. Another crippling component to Buzzy and Katie’s relationship is Marsha’s tumultuous marriage to her craggy husband, Max (Max Baker). So, as Linda, Marsha and Max corrode around Buzzy and Katie, the couple is forced to examine their unique relationship more closely, which doesn’t always spawn favorable results.

Now, if you’ve seen an Edward Burns film, you know that he takes great influence, both in style and execution, from Woody Allen. The characters in Burns’ films talk. A lot. They banter incessantly (but in Newlyweds, always amusingly), with the camera slowly pulling focus and tracking whoever has the most interesting facial expression at the moment. It’s a style that is mocked and duplicated time and time again, but no filmmaker idolizes Allen’s mise en scène better than Burns. (Newlyweds, has a style that is very similar to Allen’s Husbands and Wives. It actually makes good use of the character-interview gimmick that has been bastardized by sitcoms like The Office and Modern Family.)

As Newlyweds progresses, we are privy to several conversations that contain what very few American films do: characters who talk like actual people. The dialogue is accurate and precise, the scene situations are realistic and truthful; in short, Newlyweds is a film that feels like real life. And that alone is enough for me to call it great. But damn if there isn’t more.
When I said Burns makes his film his own way, I was lying. Newlyweds was shot for $9,000 dollars ($5,000 for the actors, $2,000 for craft services, $2,000 for insurance), over 12 days in the TriBeCa streets that Burns and his friends live on. And, perhaps most significantly, he shot it with the Canon 5D, a consumer-grade DSLR camera that any Joe Schmo with $1,400 (and a little more for lenses) can buy off Amazon. The look of the film is nothing more accomplished than what you can find by searching “Canon 5D test” on YouTube, but that doesn’t really matter, because as an good filmmaker will tell you, as long as the story is there, everything else, look included, is secondary.

For context: I’m shooting a film in April with my Canon 7D, and if it achieves 1/15th of what Newlyweds achieves, then I’ll die happy.

Had I seen Newlyweds before drafting my Top 15 of 2011, it would’ve made the cut. Actually, it would’ve been in the Top 10. Because Burns distributes his films himself, Newylweds is most accessibly available to rent on iTunes, which is something I highly recommend you do. A

Monday, February 20, 2012

My Favorite Movie President

For my money, there hasn't been a cooler American President in film, fictional or otherwise, than President Jackson Evans, as played flawlessly by Jeff Bridges in Rod Lurie's The Contender.

If you've seen The Contender (which many shockingly haven't - shocking, because I consider it to be one of the finest political thrillers... ever), then you know Bridges steals every single scene he's in, which is a tall order, given the splendid cast. (In addition to Bridges, the film features a never-better Gary Oldman, a should-have-won-the-Oscar Joan Allen, a remarkably shifty Sam Elliot, and a didn't-know-he-had-it-in-him Christian Slater.) In short, everyone who participates in the film puts in solid work, but no one quite flies off the screen like Bridges.

When we first meet him (in an ingenious, Citizen Kane-esque low-shot angle), Evans already has everything figured out. To explain: when the film begins, the Vice President has died due to old age, so a new VP is needed, quickly. A Republican Governor, Jack Hathaway, is considered an early frontrunner given his recent heroics of trying to save a woman's life after she drove her car off a bridge (she died, but it's the thought that counts). But Evans wants Liane Hanson (Allen) an intelligent, head strung Democrat who has everything going for her politically, except, of course, that she happens to be a woman. In order for Hanson to become VP, she must be approved by a board lead by king GOP snake Shelly Runyon (Oldman).

Needless to say, Runyon doesn't make things easy for Liane, which doesn't sit all too well with ol' Prez Evans. But no matter what happens (and plenty backstabbing acts of buffoonery do indeed happen), Evans is always aware. He's three steps ahead, silently mocking his oppressors as they try to keep up. This, mind you, doesn't fully reveal itself until the film's final moments, which makes the performance that much more ingenious.
President Evans is a cool customer, he always remains level headed and calm, until he doesn't. In one ferocious moment, Evans, clad in a West Point sweater, the kind you buy from your college store, let's out an extended, epic roar in the Oval Office in front of Hanson and his top aide/confidant Kermit (Elliot). He does this after receiving a bit of bad news, and instead of yelling at Hanson (who has done nothing wrong) and Kermit (who has done nothing wrong), he just fucking screams. If it sounds forced and out of place, that's because it very well should be. Not in these hands.

(Last summer, Lurie tweeted that the role of President Evans was written specifically for Paul Newman. So I asked him if that scream was scripted, as it seems like a very unNewman thing to do. Lurie tweeted me back saying the scream was "Jeff's idea," which makes me appreciate Bridges's performance even more.)

And this is just one scene that makes President Evans such a memorable character. Bridges gives him other fantastically fitting little quirks (he's ALWAYS eating, usually when no one else is; he blows smoke rings in front of his staff, because, you know, why not; and so on).
Now, if an actor is playing the President in a film, then they will certainly have to deliver an extended, pivotal speech at some point. And without harping and diving into (more) hyperbolic praise for Bridges's performance, let me just say that his speech at the end of The Contender is the very finest speech ever given by a Presidential character on film. I was tempted to embed the clip here, but that would be criminal out of context with the rest of the film. In a lesser year (meaning, a year when Benicio Del Toro didn't deliver perfection), Bridges would've won the Oscar he was nominated for without skipping a beat.

President Jackson Evans is a truly great performance tucked stealthily in a truly great film. The Contender, as it were, begs to be seen.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Beautiful Boy

When Seung-Hui Cho wreaked havoc on Virginia Tech in April 2007, the entire country wanted to know why. What causes a quiet, shy kid to to go on a mad ass crazy rampage, killing 32 people, wounding 25 others, before ultimately taking his own life? In the days following Cho's attack, the media was in a frenzy to discover The Why.  Reports that Cho was the victim of incestuousness sexual abuse broke, photos of Cho posing as the lead character from Oldboy caused people to blame the movies, and so on. But others, myself included, wanted to go to the source. I wanted to hear what Cho's parents had to say. Did they see this coming? Had their son shown psychopathic tendencies in the past? How could they live with themselves? Not as the parents who raised a monster, but as the parents who had just lost their son.

I was rather close to the Virginia Tech madness. When the attack happened, I was a journalism student at a college roughly 200 miles from Tech. One of my professors encouraged us to travel to Blacksburg to cover the story. I declined, but I was always curious to hear the parents' side. Cho's family wisely steered clear of the press, which means were left with fictional accounts like Beautiful Boy to help fill in the gaps.

In Beautiful Boy (which, for the record, is an awful title for this film), unhappily married suburban couple, Kate and Bill (Maria Bello and Michael Sheen), are devastated and stunned when their only son, Sammy murders several people in cold blood at his college. And because Sammy kills himself, Kate and Bill are only left to wonder. The press soon descends on their lawn, begging for answers similar to those posed following Cho's attack. And as Kate and Bill flee to privately wallow in their agony, we become privy to a gut-wrenching story of confounded loss. How do you explain to the world what you cannot explain yourself?

Now, Beautiful Boy (unlike the similarly themed We Need to Talk About Kevin), is not a great film. Its style has the stamp of an amateur filmmaker, and its writing is, at times, equal to that of a film school student trying to finish his latest script in time for class.  When Kate and Bill retreat to Kate's brother's house, the movie hits a very dangerous, very slow lag. It drags on and on with no development (character, story, or otherwise) in sight. And this, I suspect, is precisely the intention of first time director Shawn Ku. With the film's slow pacing, Ku, I think, is attempting to show what it would really be like. How do you talk or walk or buy groceries after your son has done such a horrible thing? How do you even consider carrying on?

To that story execution, I say fair enough. The film's problem isn't the story it tells, it's how, at times, it chooses to display that story. The film is shot digitally in extreme close-up; sometimes it cuts away incessantly within a scene, sometimes it runs extended single takes (with the camera whipping back and forth to whoever is talking). This technique is effective, until it's not. It works for some scenes, and for others, it brings the film as a whole down.
Now for some moments of clarity. As Kate and Bill, Maria Bello and Michael Sheen deliver work on par with the best acting they've done. Sheen plays Bill as a reserved workaholic; uncommunicative, weak, and often petty, a stark contrast to Bello's cold, domineering depiction of Kate. Maria Bello is one of my favorite actresses, and I've been a fan of Sheen's since he made The Queen bearable, and the work that they do here (namely an extended, extremely unsettling verbal argument in a motel room), should've given Beautiful Boy a wider audience.

In short, while Beautiful Boy has pacing issues (it lags, then seriously picks up, then lags again) and style problems (in addition to uneven cinematography and editing, the swelling music often hinders what's happening), the film is an uncompromising look at the other side of horror. When tragedies like the Virginia Tech massacre occur, we're often focused on the families of the victims. Rarely is the family on the other side given equal (or dare I say, fair) attention to explain. Kate and Bill (and Ku) may not have all the answers, but when turmoil is played this effectively, it's hard to look away. B+

Thursday, February 16, 2012

the Directors: Spike Lee

Forget everything you know about Spike Lee, the man. Forget his outspokenness. Forget his confidence that borders on annoyance. Forget the controversy, the buzz, the hype. Forget all of that, and you're still left with the most prominent African-American figure in the history of film. We’re left with a man who has done more for American cinema than nearly anyone of his generation. And he’s done it, like it or not, by being himself – making the films he wants to make with the people he wants to make them with.

I’ve seen all of Spike Lee’s films. He’s one of my all-time favorite directors. His style is unique and branded. You may not like what you’re seeing (because, as much as I hate to admit it, the man has made some seriously crap films), but you know damn well who made it. I love and respect his work for its overall audaciousness. Spike Lee is a man who never apologizes for who he is, and, thankfully, his films don’t warrant an apology either.

(Note: Spike Lee has made a number of documentaries, many, but not all, of which are listed here. This is a breakdown of each of his narrative films, with a few documentaries mixed in.)

She’s Gotta Have It (1986)
Nola Darling’s gotta have it. She’s gotta have it from the egotistical model, Geer, the kind-hearted, Jamie, and the nerd, Mars – all of which she dates simultaneously, with little regard to their respective feelings. She doesn’t want to commit, she doesn’t want to drop them, she just wants… it.

If there’s a reason to respect Spike Lee’s first film, it is because it's so clearly evident of the boldness that would continue through Lee’s entire career. The film, in short, has serious balls. It’s raw in its style (shot in noisy black and white), frank in its content (Nola gets what she wants often), and amusing in its execution. It isn’t one of my favorite Lee films, but it does perfectly set the scene for what is to soon follow. B

School Daze (1988)
School Daze chronicles the hardship of inter-racial superiority at an all-black college; about how darker-skinned black people consider themselves a higher class of their race than those who are lighter skinned. The film’s main fault is the way in which it chooses to deliver its story, which is with misguided humor and some completely random and unfitting musical numbers. Because of this, School Daze ranks among my least favorite Lee films. It’s too narrow, too plain, and too boring.

The first time I saw it, I sat bored to tears, and was fully prepared to write it off as a sheer misfire.  And then its final scene happened.

Like much of the film, the final sequence begins out of nowhere and makes little to no sense as it’s happening. But the ending makes everything click perfectly in to place. It’s the kind of ass-kicking moment that makes you sit upright in your seat and ask if what just happened is as brilliant as you think it is. I won’t dare reveal what happens, but know that the final moment of School Daze represents the very best use of breaking the fourth wall that I’ve ever seen. It doesn’t redeem the film in full, but it comes damn close. The end: A+, the whole film: C-.

Do the Right Thing (1989)
Everything you’ve read and heard, all of the praise, the controversy, the epic feel – it’s all perfectly accurate. Do the Right Thing is a film that feels larger than life; it’s as fine an accomplishment as anything produced from American independent film.

I can revisit Mookie and the characters in his Brooklyn neighborhood anytime, because it always feels new. There’s always some fresh motivation to be discovered, some reference or agitation that I may have previously missed.

The film is as hot as the day in which it predicts – its characters move seamlessly from street to street, carrying conversations as easily as they do a cold Miller High Life or a slice of cheese pizza. Like much of Lee’s work, a viewing of Do the Right Thing is bound to provoke debate. Who’s right and who’s wrong? Hell, I’m not even sure Lee can answer that. Which is fair enough, because I’m damn certain he wants you to be the judge. A

Mo’ Better Blues (1990)
A fictional story about a cocky jazz musician who spends equal amounts of time playing gigs, juggling his two girlfriends and helping his best friend/manager with his gambling problem, is not a movie plot that interests me. How wrong could I be?

In their first collaboration together, Denzel Washington, as trumpeter Bleek, and Spike Lee (who wrote, directed and co-stars) deliver nothing less than a thrilling, urban jolt of pop cinema. Everything about the movie flies off the screen, from its dazzling musical numbers, to its steamy sexuality, to its humor and, ultimately, to its unexpected dread.  When Bleek has a falling out with his band, namely showboater Shadow (Wesley Snipes, never better), we’re privy to some of the best acting Denzel Washington has ever done. Mo’ Better Blues may not sound like something you’d dig, but take my word for it, if you like Spike Lee, you'll like this. YA DIG? SHO NUFF. A-

Jungle Fever (1991)
Joining the ranks of Do the Right Thing and Get on the Bus as his most racially charged film, Jungle Fever tells the story of Flipper (Wesley Snipes), a successful, black architect in New York City who begins an affair with an Italian white woman he works with. Despite being urged by his best friend to end it, Flipper continues his affair with Angie (Annabella Sciorra) and even, in one shocking scene, goes public with it.

Now, at its core, Jungle Fever aims to break down the often-taboo subject of interracial dating (Flipper’s black friends are just as angry with him dating a white woman as Angie’s family is with her dating a black man), but there’s really a lot more going on here. The film’s most compelling moments come when Flipper’s crackhead brother, Gator (Samuel L. Jackson), is shown doing anything and everything to achieve his next fix. The Cannes Film Festival created its Best Supporting Actor category specifically to award Samuel L. Jackson’s performance here. “Well deserved,” is putting it lightly. A-

Malcolm X (1992)
I’m not really sure where to begin with Malcolm X. At three hours and 20 minutes long, it wastes not one second documenting the life and death of one of America’s most misunderstood political figures. The film is, essentially, three different movies, with three different leading performances. It first shows Malcolm Little as a Boston thug, wheeling and dealing with the local mob, sleeping with white women, robbing, snorting coke; and morphs into his radicalism once becoming a member of the Nation of Islam; and, finally, as the humble, reserved man whose trip to Mecca changes how he views the world.  Each segment has its own look and feel, and each one is tremendously compelling.
As Malcolm X, Denzel Washington gives arguably the best performance of the ‘90s (alongside Tom Hanks in Philadelphia and Nicolas Cage in Leaving Las Vegas). When Washington was cast, the black community was in an uproar. Washington was too short, too dark-skinned, too known, they said. Watching the film now, it’s impossible to envision anyone else in the part. What Washington does (and he’s doing quite a lot) is nothing short of revelatory to the acting medium.
Malcolm X is a perfect film, the very finest biopic I’ve ever seen. I remember when The Civil Rights Movement occupied a whopping five days in my seventh grade history class. Four days were dedicated to Martin Luther King, Jr., Malcolm X got about 45 minutes of class time. I always wanted to know more. I wanted to know who this deeply complicated person was – what drove him to do what he did and believe what he believed. Lee’s film, with much help from Malcolm X’s autobiography, is as much as you could possible need, and them some. A+

Crooklyn (1994)
Described by Lee as his most personal, autobiographical film, Crooklyn tells the story of a struggling black family in ‘70s Brooklyn. The Carmichael family is mostly viewed through the eyes of Troy, a young girl with four brothers, an authoritative but fair mother, and a hardworking but unsuccessful musician father. As the film progresses, we’re witness to parental arguments, the hardships of the street, and various outside chaos that affects the family.

Now, while I appreciate that this may be the film closest to Lee’s heart, there is a distinct possibility that he is too close to the film. It’s odd, because the film aims to be so personal, yet it is executed as anything but. Maybe the movie’s overall goofy tone helps to take away from what it is trying to accomplish. Or maybe it’s the beyond annoying “tactic” of displaying the film in a different, scrunched aspect ratio when the kids are sent to live with relatives in the country. Either way, too personal or not, Crooklyn is one of Lee’s biggest misses. D+

Clockers (1995)
Clockers, as directed by Lee, produced by Martin Scorsese and written by Lee and Richard Price, the author of the source material, is grisly in its violence, unflinching in its latent racism and dynamic in the performances it captures. Which is pretty much how you’d expect a film by New York’s two most prominent filmmakers to be. The film tells the story of Strike (Mekhi Phifer, in his debut performance), a low-level drug dealer in a Brooklyn housing project who is soon taunted by the police after one of Strike’s accomplices is murdered.

Acting is the highlight here. In addition to a star-making Phifer, Delroy Lindo as Strike’s shifty boss, Isaiah Washington as his clean brother, and Harvey Keitel and John Turturro as the bigoted cops fucking with him, are all superb. At 128 minutes, it must be said that the film feels long, but overly so. All in all, Clockers is exactly what you’d expect from the people involved. B+

Get on the Bus (1996)
Get on the Bus tells the story of a handful of black men traveling by bus from LA to DC to participate in the Million Man March. During their seemingly never-ending journey, the men verbally battle about sex, race, class, slavery – really any and everything they can think of. It’s Murphy’s Law mixed with 12 Angry Men mixed with Do the Right Thing. The first time I saw the film, I was overcome by how well it delivered beyond its simple concept, but it wasn’t until my second, recent viewing that I realized how much I loved it.

I often bitch about how many of the characters in today’s movies are one-dimensional and cookie cutter. How could they do it better? Let Get on the Bus act as a perfect lesson. A-

Girl 6 (1996)
After storming out of an audition with Quentin Tarantino (ingeniously playing a slimy(ier) version of himself), Judy takes a job at a phone sex hotline, quickly forming a client base as the sultry Girl 6.

The film, it must be said, is as tonally perfect as it aims to be. Lee isn’t swinging for the fences here, he’s presenting a slight, simple story about a woman who talks to perverts for a living. It’s a film that doesn’t pretend to be anything more than it is. Lee regular Theresa Randle is great in the title role, with Peter Berg, Michael Imperioli, Richard Belzer as amusing callers, and Isaiah Washington, Spike Lee and Madonna fleshing out the supporting roles. In no way provocative or engaging, it’s still a modest delight. B

4 Little Girls (1997)
In documenting the murder of four African-American girls during the 1963 bombing of the 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham, Spike Lee presents a searing and ungodly devastating documentary that you cannot take your eyes off of.

Lee spent 10 years crafting his skills as a filmmaker in order to seek the approval of Chris McNair, the father of a one of the deceased girls. McNair, moved by Lee’s extensive research and dedication, gave his consent, and Lee traveled to Birmingham to find out why this tragedy occurred. The result is a balanced (never Lee’s strong suit), objective look into the deaths of Addie Mae Collins, Cynthia Wesley, Carole Robertson and Denise McNair. Make no mistake: 4 Little Girls is as gut wrenching as it sounds. I’ve never seen Mark Jonathan Harris’s The Long Way Home, but the fact that it beat 4 Little Girls for the Best Documentary Oscar is criminal. A

He Got Game (1998)
The plot is damn near Shakespearian: Jake Shuttlesworth will be released from prison for one week to convince is basketball-prodigy son, Jesus, to go to Big State University. If Jake succeeds, he’ll be released early. Problem is, Jesus wants nothing to do with Jake since Jake killed Jesus’s mother years ago.

Once released, the two battle on and off the court ceaselessly. Jesus battles for redemption and silence, Jake battles for forgiveness and love, resulting in a basketball game that is as thrilling as anything Spike Lee has ever shot. (More on that scene here.)

It must also be noted that He Got Game is Spike Lee’s most technically flawless film. The movie swaps aspect ratios, dips to slow motion, shoots on a different stock photography, breaks the fourth wall – in a way that suits the story seamlessly. I love Denzel Washington in Malcolm X, but I’d dare say that his work as Jake is just as compelling. Ray Allen, too, is remarkable as Jesus. Then a rookie for the Milwaukee Bucks, Allen possess so much command and drive, I’m amazed he wasn’t encouraged to act more in the off season.

I love everything about He Got Game, it’s raw, real, and heartbreaking. Few films rock me to the point of silence everytime I watch them. He Got Game is most definitely one of them. A

Summer of Sam (1999)
Summer of Sam was a huge risk for Spike Lee. It forced him to walk seriously outside of his comfort zone while telling a story so many people were already aware of. The result is a thrilling, wildly entertaining horror show, which is meant as a compliment.

When couples start popping up dead all over New York and its surrounding boroughs from a man claiming to be the Son of Sam (aka the 44. Killer), a close group of Italian-American friends from the Bronx elect to do something about it, while juggling the problems of their everyday lives.

Every primary member of the cast (which contains no black actors, a first for Lee) fits into the misogynistic, disco era of the ‘70s as if they never left. Summer of Son is rough (the word “fuck” is used more than in any other narrative film, ever), hot (the movie was nearly slapped with an NC-17 rating for its many sex scenes), violent (Adrien Brody’s nose was broken during a fight scene), and authentic as all hell. Upon rewatching it recently, I was reminded just how good it really is. A must for Lee fans. A-

The Original Kings of Comedy (2000)
Shot in front of a live audience at the Charlotte Coliseum in North Carolina, this stand-up comedy film featuring Steve Harvey, D. L. Hughley, Cedric the Entertainer and Bernie Mac, is really nothing more than just that.

Although there are highlights (Mac’s riff about his mentally challenged nephew and his bus driver is riotous), the film is overly long and only moderately funny. Bland and avoidable. C-

Bamboozled (2000)
Want to know a really fast way for your film to lose me? Mention yourself out of context of the film you’re making. To explain: early in Spike Lee’s Bamboozled, a white television exec who wishes he was black (Michael Rapaport), tells his employee, Pierre (Damon Wayans) that he “doesn’t care what that prick Spike Lee says,” and I can feel my eyes rolling in disapproval. Mentioning yourself within your own movie just irks me, it’s a cheap trick that rarely, if ever, works.

I understand that a movie about a black guy who dresses in blackface to earn television ratings shouldn’t be taken seriously beyond its satirical tone, but Bamboozled simply does not do it for me. It’s grainy digital photography, its ceaseless R&B songs, its exaggerated acting; it all amounts to a serious waste of time. D+

25th Hour (2002)
As the years have passed, many people forget that in the wake of 9/11, Hollywood was in frenzy to ignore America’s greatest tragedy. The Twin Towers were digitally removed from previously-shot footage, violent movies (whether they dealt with terrorism or not) were met with delayed theatrical releases. Basically, Hollywood had no intention of reminding people what they had spent the year trying to forget. Enter Spike Lee, who, through his masterpiece, 25th Hour, not only reminded us, he slammed our latent fear and paranoia right down our throats.

And that’s just one thing that makes this movie so good.

25th Hour tells the story of Monty Brogan (Edward Norton, delivering the best performance of his career), a high-class drug dealer “enjoying” his final day of freedom before he begins a seven-year sentence. Seamlessly shifting between past and present, we get to know Monty by knowing the people he’s chosen to surround himself with, including his devoted girlfriend (Rosario Dawson), troubled father (Brian Cox) and polar opposite best friends (Philip Seymour Hoffman and Barry Pepper).

I could quite literally highlight any one scene from this movie to help back up my masterpiece classification. Instead, let me modestly note that 25th Hour is the best narrative film Spike Lee has ever made. It is bold, inflammatory, tender and heartbreaking in all those perfect Spike Lee ways. Under no circumstance is this film to go unseen. A+

She Hate Me (2004)
Recently fired from his high-level executive job at a lucrative biotech firm in New York, Jack (Anthony Mackie) is soon convinced by his ex-fiancé, Fatima (Kerry Washington), to start impregnating lesbians who want children. The operation is legit as Fatima (who left Jack after he caught her banging another woman) has her lesbian friends fill out contracts, take STD test – the works. And while She Hate Me is one of Spike Lee’s most critically despised films, I kind of dig it.

Yes, there are extended sequences of animated sperm (with Mackie’s face, no less) searching for the perfect egg, and yes, the (many) sex scenes grow increasingly ridiculous, but I appreciate the film’s overall absurdist tone. Every major player in the star-studded cast is fantastic, including Mackie, Washington and a scene-chewing John Turturro, who plays a mob boss that is the father of one of the women Jack impregnates. The movie turns a bit too heavy in its third act, but much like Girl 6, She Hate Me is a film that never pretends to be more than it is. B

Inside Man (2006)
The most commercially successful film of Spike Lee’s career is this incredibly entertaining heist caper. What starts as a standard bank-robbery-gone-array film quickly turns into something much more clever, with extended sequences that prove Lee’s technical prowess: jumping ahead post-robbery, shooting in Dutch angles with grainy stock, reminding us that he and his crew are a tad bit smarter than we may think.

Inside Man is the type of film that only fully reveals itself once it’s over. Once the credits roll, we sit back and marvel at how intricately we’ve been deceived. The acting, as is always the case in Lee’s best films, is top notch. Denzel as the cop, Clive Owen as the criminal mastermind, Christopher Plummer as the rich devil, and, namely, Jodie Foster as cold fixer – everyone puts in solid work.

I must make mention of a scene that is never discussed, but perfectly summarizes Spike Lee’s thoughts on the white man’s “perspective” on black culture.  As the masked bank robbers instruct their hostages to strip down to their underwear and hand over their cell phones, the white bank manager nervously asserts that he didn’t bring his cell phone to work that day. Owen searches through a few cell phones, finds the manager’s name, and calls him. After a brief moment of silence, Kanye West’s “Gold Digger” begins to play from the manager’s phone. How fucking ingenious is that? A-

When the Levees Broke: A Requiem in Four Acts (2006)
Mad as hell and not willing to take it anymore, Spike Lee set out to expose the government inaction following Hurricane Katrina’s attack on New Orleans. And this searing documentary, which stretches well over four hours in length, does just that.

From the onset, Lee makes it clear that he isn’t looking to present an unbiased view of what happened following the storm, he aims to blast the Bush Presidency and others involved who opted to do nothing while thousands of Americans died on the streets of The Big Easy. He interviews residents, newscasters, Hollywood A-listers, political pundits, and anyone who has something to say about this colossal fuckup. But more than simply letting his anger come through, Lee’s film is delicate when it needs to be, and tranquil when appropriate.

When the Levees Broke will take a lot out of you, but by the end, you’ll feel better having watched it. If this film was screened in theaters before it aired on HBO, it could’ve likely won the next five Oscars for Best Documentary. A flawless achievement. A+

Miracle at St. Anna (2008)
After the success of Inside Man, Spike Lee was told he would be given the bankroll to make any film he wanted to make, so he opted for this decades-long passion project about an all black infantry division in Italy during WWII. And after a brief, spirited intro, the movie flashes back and stays with the turbulent platoon, which ultimately results in the worst, most misguided film of Lee’s career.

Watching this movie is like watching your drunk friend spin wildly out of control after a long night. It starts off funny (or in the film’s case, well-intentioned) and slowly develops into a train wreck. War battles are aimless and laughably executed, the acting is hyperbolic to the point of delusion, and the violence is so pointlessly grotesque, it’s almost offensive.

Some of Lee’s films have definitely rubbed me the wrong way, but none have forced me to count the minutes until they’re finished. This truly disastrous film is the reason Lee has yet to release a new narrative feature. D-

Passing Strange (2009)
In another one of Lee’s “see it like you’re there,” filmed stage productions, Lee, along with one hell of an impressive camera crew, taped the final Broadway performance of Passing Strange, an all black musical about a confused young man’s self-imposed journey of independence.

In the same vein as Ingmar Bergman’s The Magic Flute, Lee knows that, if you’re going to film a stage play, you have to give the audience something they cannot get in the New York theater. Because of this notion, Lee often implores close ups and swooping crane shots to enhance the story.  The film (or should I say, the play) takes a while to hit its stride, but once it warms up, you’re in for a moderately amusing ride. B-

Kobe Doin’ Work (2009)
The concept is simple, the execution is otherworldly.  Kobe Bryant and the Lakers granted Spike Lee unprecedented access to the player and his team by letting Lee film Bryant for a game during the 2007-2008 basketball season. And by film, I mean running 30 simultaneous cameras and equipping Bryant with a microphone. Kobe Doin’ Work plays out in near real time, including half time, resulting in an unexpectedly thrilling documentary.

I’m not a fan of professional basketball, and I’m completely unqualified to spin knowledge about Bryant as a player or a man, but I can tell you that, fan or not, Kobe Goin’ Work is evidence of much skill by the subject and its creator. B+

If God Is Willing and Da Creek Don't Rise (2010)
Spike Lee’s similarly toned follow-up to When the Levees Broke catches up with many of the initial film’s previous subjects, but ultimately lacks the fury of its predecessor.

Don’t get me wrong, If God Is Willing is definitely a grueling and worthy experience (extended conversations with a modest Brad Pitt, who took it upon himself to help build homes in still underdeveloped areas, are a highlight), but it’s nowhere near as powerful as the original documentary. With all that in mind, if you’re up for it, spend a week watching When the Levees Broke and If God Is Willing back to back. The cost of time will ultimately be worth it. B

In summation:
Masterful
Do the Right Thing
Malcolm X
4 Little Girls
He Got Game
25th Hour
When the Levees Broke

Great
Mo’ Better Blues
Jungle Fever
Get on the Bus
Summer of Sam
Inside Man
Kobe Doin’ Work

Good
She’s Gotta Have It
School Daze
Clockers
Girl 6
She Hate Me
If God Is Willing and Da Creek Don't Rise

Eh
Crooklyn
The Original Kings of Comedy
Passing Strange

Just Plain Bad
Bamboozled
Miracle at St. Anna

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