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027. Class

Thursday, January 24, 2013

027. (23 Jan) Class (1983, Lewis John Carlino) 47



As odd an '80s sexy comedy as it is inappropriate. Jacqueline Bisset is technically a child rapist here, but the film is played as a male fantasy for so long that the fact is disregarded completely. There are some amusing scenarios, like a hazing bit at the film's start, but the melodrama is decidedly more entertaining. The twist involving Rob Lowe and Bisset's connection is priceless, giving the film a third act complication it sorely needs. Too bad the film doesn't bother to resolve anything.

THE PAPERBOY

Monday, October 15, 2012

THE PAPERBOY
Written by Lee Daniels and Peter Dexter
Directed by Lee Daniels
Starring Zac Efron, Nicole Kidman, Matthew McConaughey and John Cusack

Jack Jansen: I smell awful.
Anita Chester: That’s because that blonde lady peed all over your face.

If you like the idea of watching a movie where pretty boy, Zac Efron, parades around in tattered white briefs, covered in dirt and sweat, most of the way through it, then THE PAPERBOY is the movie for you! Fortunately for me, I’m a big fan of any movie where Efron strips down to his bare essentials, especially when said movie actually pushes the young actor past his squeaky clean, good boy image. It is refreshing to know he is interested in doing something more with his career than dancing in gymnasiums and headlining Nicholas Sparks pseudo-romances. I’m not sure getting peed on by Nicole Kidman was what he had in mind when he sought out grittier fare, but he didn’t seem to mind it all that much.

Writer/Director, Lee Daniels’s follow-up to his breakthrough Oscar winner, PRECIOUS, will certainly not earn him the notice and accolades his last film did, but it does solidify him as a director with a clear voice and talent that deserves to be recognized. THE PAPERBOY, based on the acclaimed Peter Dexter novel, is pure trash, but in a good way. It’s the kind of tawdry experience that wears it’s campier elements so boldly and proudly on its sleeve, you might confuse it for actual garbage. Get in on the joke though and it becomes a delightful game, where in order to win, Daniels must constantly top himself with one bewildering atrocity after another. Amidst all this melodrama, and I assure you, there is plenty, there is an actual plot. A convicted murderer (John Cusack) is having his case reinvestigated by a local journalist (Matthew McConaughey) at the insistence of his fiancee (Nicole Kidman, who is deliciously dirty). Efron plays younger brother to McConaughey and is just there to soak it all in.


Daniels must be an incredibly trustworthy individual. Not only does he get A-listers like Kidman and McConaughey to put themselves in shockingly compromising positions (I wasn’t kidding about that urinary, jellyfish-related incident between Kidman and Efron before), but he also has a knack for getting the viewer on his side despite, the difficult circumstances he immerses them in. THE PAPERBOY may not be anywhere near as emotionally devastating as PRECIOUS was, but by surrendering fully to the trash-tastic (and often racist) nature that the 1960’s deep American south setting requires, it becomes a spectacular homage to a style of filmmaking that has sadly long been forgotten.

239. The Paperboy

Sunday, October 7, 2012

239. (06 Oct) The Paperboy (2012, Lee Daniels)* 47



A hodgepodge of prurience, decadence and flat-out bad plotting, The Paperboy is as trashy and convoluted as mainstream cinema gets. Something seems off immediately with the inexplicable choice to let Macy Gray narrate. Hers is one of several clumsily developed character arcs in a film where every major plot point seems entirely incidental. Sex, murder and mayhem are presented with astonishing nonchalance.

Matthew McConaughey gets the worst edit with his storyline taking a backseat to scene after scene of Zac Efron in his tighty whities. To his credit, Lee Daniels so lovingly photographs and exploits Efron and Nicole Kidman it's impossible not to admire their work together. Kidman is frankly sublime; it's an unselfconscious, irresistible performance that none of her peers could have tackled so adeptly.

198. Shadows and Fog

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

198. (10 Sep) Shadows and Fog (1991, Woody Allen) 39



Carlo Di Palma was hardly Woody Allen's best cinematographer and he's a definite liability considering Shadows and Fog is so much about composition. One can't help but wonder what Vilmos Zsigmond, Gordon Willis or Sven Nykvist might have accomplished in his stead. Despite an inexplicable $19 million budget, this looks murky and amateurish, matching a frustratingly obscure screenplay. It's all the more annoying that a particularly shrill Mia Farrow gets most of the screentime when Kathy Bates, Lily Tomlin, Madonna, John Cusack and Julie Kavner shine in bit parts.

1408, Mr. Brooks, The Snake Pit, Dive Bomber

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Due to a busy work schedule of late, I have not been able to blog as much as I would like, so here is a quick run down of a few films I’ve watched the last week or so.

“1408” is a pretty good adaptation of a Stephen King short story about a haunted hotel room in downtown Manhattan. Or as Samuel L. Jackson, manager of the hotel says, an evil hotel room. There are some pretty good scares in it, and it held my attention, but in the end I felt curiously unsatisfied. It could be I prefer my haunted scenes less expansive, such as when the room turns into a large ice cavern or water rushes from a seascape painting. I can only suspend my belief so much.

It’s pretty much a one-man show for John Cusack, who stars as a debunker of haunted places. It’s good to see a horror film relying on suspense and mood, much more difficult to pull off than gross-out torture scenes. There are no great revelations about why the room is the way it is. That didn’t bother me; I just assumed the room was “born evil.”

Jackson is absolutely mesmerizing in his big scene where he explains to Cusack why he should not stay in the room. If Cusack were smart, he would have fled the hotel, taken a cab to the airport and hightailed it back to California. But there wouldn’t be much of a movie if he did that, would there?

More entertaining was “Mr. Brooks” with Kevin Costner as the title character, a serial killer, egged on by his bad side, played with relish by William Hurt. “Mr. Brooks” is too long, gets downright wacko towards the end, and has some subplots involving cop Demi Moore that could have easily been done away with. If anything, there’s too much in here for its own good. But the performances are all fine, Costner is especially good as the model family man (on the outside) who can’t control his lust for killing. If the script needs tightening, it’s never boring, which is the cardinal sin of bad movies.

From the new to the old: In a classic film class I’m taking at the College of DuPage, we watched “The Snake Pit” (1948) as part of a class on social issues films. “The Snake Pit” stars Olivia DeHavilland as a mental patient in an insane asylum. While some of the psychology and treatment may seem dated today, it’s still pretty strong stuff. There’s a shock therapy sequence that’s hard to watch. DeHavilland is absolutely marvelous. When one thinks of the great actresses in Hollywood’s Golden Age, one tends to think of Bette Davis, Ingrid Bergman or Katherine Hepburn, but DeHavilland is right up there. She won the Academy Award for Best Actress in 1946 for “To Each His Own” and again in 1949 for “The Heiress”, so “The Snake Pit” falls in the middle of that period. Ingrid Bergman was originally slated for the role, but I don’t she could have pulled off the vulnerability that DeHavilland does here.

From the Errol Flynn Volume Two DVD box set , I watched “Dive Bomber” (1941). It’s an odd film. It’s long (133 minutes) and there’s no action in it. Despite what the title promises, “Dive Bomber” features no combat but concerns itself with aviation medicine. It’s almost a documentary on the treatment of such pilot ailments as blackouts. No big action scenes per se, but it held my interest throughout. There’s no love story to speak of. Alexis Smith shows up for a few scenes but at one point Flynn would rather sketch a design for a new piece of medical equipment on a nightclub tablecloth than romance Ms. Smith. The Technicolor photography is gorgeous, the flying scenes with the planes in formation are thrilling to watch, and historically it’s interesting to see Warner Bros. doing its part to prepare the nation for the war everyone knew was inevitable. The U.S. Navy allowed full cooperation, including allowing a film crew to film aboard the aircraft carrier U.S.S. Enterprise, one of the most famous ships of WWII. All this and a Max Steiner score, with a title tune so infectious it may cause you to enlist.
 

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