Monthly Archives: March 2008

Spartacus

This 1960 movie is one of those classics I’m willing to bet most people under the age of 60 have never watched but still feel they know all about. I admit I was one of them until the other day. Let me say upfront, I don’t really see the whole Spartacus as Christ thing, any more than I do for Neo in The Matrix trilogy; if this were so than the same would be true of the hero of nearly any straightforward epic story. But some people want to see such things anywhere they can.

Spartacus is a slave born a few decades before the aforementioned Christian savior in a north African Roman colony, where he’s spotted by gladiator trainer (Peter Ustinov, who won a Best Supporting Actor Oscar) and taken to Italy. Life is easier in Capua than in a Libyan mine but he still chafes under the rules and constraints imposed by his masters.

Then one day two leading Roman senators (Lawrence Oliver as the patrician Crassus and John Gavin as a young Juius Caesar) and their lady friends turn up at the school unexpectedly and want a show. The sniveling master is happy to oblige until the women insist the gladiators fight to the death, as is custom in Rome; he tries to convince them that doing so in the school would be a really bad idea but the arrogant women want what they want.

One shortcoming of Dalton Trumbo’s script for me is that Crassus never really understands that what he and his friends did that afternoon was the inciting incident of everything that came after, including his own downfall, the death of tens of thousands and the rise of Caesar. Even at the very end, when Crassus realizes who Spartacus is (since all the men captured with him famously stand up and say “I am Spartacus”), there’s no light of recognition.

Still, this is one of the best performances Kirk Douglas gave, Olivier is as terrific as ever, Ustinov is a very good shifty, sniveling, out for his own good Roman plebe, Jean Simmons is wonderful as Varinia, the Brittanic slave who immediately falls for Spartacus (and vice versa, to be sure), Charles Laughton punches his weight as Crassus’s populist political opponent and John Ireland a strong right arm to Douglas.

The movie was also a triumph for writer Dalton Trumbo. He was nearly destroyed by the McCarthy blacklist, the most prominent member of the Hollywood 10, and Spartacus was the first credit he got after that dark era ended. He worked for another decade after this, giving us the scripts for Exodus and Papillon before passing away in 1976.

This film was also the first really big hit directed by Stanley Kubrick, whose next four pictures were the phenomal Lolita, Doctor Strangelove, 2001: A Space Odyssey and A Clockwork Orange. Kubrick realized the epic scope of his story required grandiose outdoor settings but he skillfully navigated the line between tasteful and the campiness embraced by contemporaries like Cecille DeMille. He didn’t shy away from visuals that studio execs probably objected to, such as the crucifixions of the captured rebels which lined the army’s road back to Rome.

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The Secret Agent

In the not-distant past Bob Hoskins made a good impression on me with his performances in movies like The Long Good Friday, Mona Lisa and Who Framed Roger Rabbit? So when I noticed that he produced and starred in a recent (1996 release) version of Joseph Conrad’s classic novel of European political intrigue called The Secret Agent in the on demand menu I figured it would be a good choice for a Friday evening show.

Sadly, my hopes were not met. The movie was ponderous and scattered, writer/director Christopher Hampton clearly unable to reduce Conrad’s sophisticated language to a producible screenplay. Eddie Izzard did a wonderful small bit as the Russian spymaster who is Hoskins’ new boss and a very fresh Christian Bale was okay as a mentally addled young man in his care but Patricia Arquettte was out of her depth as his young English bride (and Bale’s sister).

Frankly, I gave up after about 40 minutes.

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No Country for Old Men

Seriously, how did this win the Best Picture, Adapted Screenplay and Director of 2007? Maybe there were subliminal messages embedded in the theatrical or screener version that I missed watching on DVD. The only other reasons I can think of are along the lines of technical excellence, the combination of cast and source material or just that this year was the Coen brothers’ turn. Oscars and movie critics, go figure.

I expect most readers are aware that No Country for Old Men is a period piece (although 1980 is a fairly recent period) about what happens to a West Texas welder (Josh Brolin) after he finds a half dozen dead drug dealers whose merchandise and cash was somehow left behind and leaves the powder but takes off with the $2 million in $100 bills.

On Llewelyn Moss’s trail are sociopath mob muscle Anton Chigurt (Javier Bardem with the modified Dorothy Hamill wedge, won Best Supporting Actor) and nihilistic sheriff Ed Tom Bell (Tommy Lee Jones, who is at last growing into his wrinkles). Moss has no illusions, as soon as he gets back to their rundown trailer home he sends his pretty little wife (Kelly Macdonald) off to her momma and lights out himself. The mob soon realizes Chigurt is not coming back with their cash, should he get to it first, and dispatch several other hunters to find Moss, including a very mellow hitter played by Woody Harrelson.

Frankly, and the Big Guy, who watched with me, seems to agree, this is a strange and bad cinematic expression of Existentialism. Despite the extreme action that occurs none of the characters–at least none of the male characters–feel the need to change expression or body language much.

My take is that the weight of the world lay so heavy on these men that non-essential movement cost too much. Events, good or bad, happen and life goes on and, well, one day you die; sooner, later, everything is of a sameness and none matter.

Of course that raises the question of why any of these men bother. Whether the things that happen to us and around us matter after today or not is a question of import but not really why I watch movies. Exploring big questions is fine–The Wire and, judging from the first two episodes, the new John Adams miniseries do it–but I still expect to be entertained or elevated and Joel and Ethan Coen simply didn’t get close to making that happen.

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Shoot 'Em Up

After a career mostly spent writing children’s animated dinosaur movies and writing and directing fluffy romantic pics, Michael Davis steps up and, in my book, scores a near bullseye with a misunderstood satire of the recent Jason Stathem/Vin Diesel ultra-violent anti-hero thrillers.

Clive Owen is Smith, the anti-hero at the core of Shoot ‘Em Up, and, as he did in Children of Men, shows why he was most everyone’s first choice to be the current Bond (even though Daniel Craig was fine too). He faces off against henpecked hitman Hertz (Paul Giamatti, taking his cues off Philip Seymour Hoffman’s Mission: Impossible III global bad guy) attempting to protect a beautiful whore (the beyond gorgeous Monica Belluci) and an infant whose mother died in Smith’s arms.

How does Davis turn the cartoon-level violence on its head? For starters, Smith’s signature killing move is driving a carrot through an opponent’s eye–and having Smith, a real invisible man further off the radar than Gene Hackman’s character in Enemy of the State, actually grow his own carrots in the vacant building in which he squats. That’s what I call a whole ‘nother level.

In the current batch of one man going up against an army of killers movies, the protagonist somehow evades multiple fusillades of bullets but Owen and Belluci take this to ridiculous heights in Shoot ‘Em Up, with two confrontations towards the end, one in Smith’s squat and the other where Owen tracks Giamatti to his client and attacks their lair. The idea that his aim–and luck–is so much better than every single one of the baddies’, well, I just have to laugh.

Warning: Though this is decidedly a satire, and a high-grade one, I want to be clear that bullets and blood are onscreen in massive quantities.

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Definitely, Maybe

Love, Actually is one of our (my wife and I) favorite movies, which we watch every New Year’s Eve (or Day), and Ryan Reynolds is turning out to show up pretty well most times too so when we saw a ‘new movie from the people who brought you Love, Actually’ starring the actor that Matthew Perry and Matt LeBlanc want to be we figured it would be to our liking. Sure enough, it was.

Definitely, Maybe is kind of a grownup fairy tale that Will Hayes (Reynolds) tells to his spunky daughter Maya (the uber-present tike Abigail Breslin) after he splits up with his wife and her mother. Once upon a time daddy was luckier than, well, most princes and got to date three gorgeous women. “What’s a threesome, daddy?” “A game adults play sometimes when they get… bored.” Whatever.” Will marries one but changes some of the facts and the names so Maya has to guess which one became her mommy.

Is she college sweetheart Elizabeth Banks, aspiring journalist Rachel Weisz or the unassuming Isla Fischer, who Will meets when he moves to New York to launch his career in politics? Any one of them would have satisfied 99.999% of (straight) men in America, I’d have to say. Each has some failing that makes Will move on. And of course at the end his precocious daughter makes sure he reconnects with the woman who is the right choice for him.

Also lending a hand are Derek Luke as Will’s best friend and consulting partner, Adam Ferrara as their mentor, Nestor Solano the politician the three support and Kevin Kline as Weisz’s Tom Wolfe-ish mentor and lover.

Despite the advertising, Love, Actually‘s writer/director Richard Curtis is in no way involved here; the connection is a few of the same people produced both flicks (and probably carefully chose a title that echoes the earlier hit). No worries, Canadian-born writer/director Adam Brooks (Practical Magic, Wimbledon, Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason) does fine with this American-set tale and Curtis has rarely ventured beyond the shores of the British Isles.

Brooks offers three very different, smart and warm women as Hayes’ (and our) choices, develops his characters without rushing or stomping plot development and cleverly avoids telegraphing the result so early that the climax gets spoiled. A chick flick that men can enjoy, on par with Brook’s Practical Magic rather than his Renee Zellweger sequel which, to be fair, possibly suffered from too many chefs sticking spoons in.

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Fight Club

Nearly a decade after its release I finally saw this 1999 Brad Pitt/Edward Norton cult classic that, more than anything else, reminds me of a dramatic version of Office Space. Both are highly negative looks at the life of a modern corporate worker, or white collar slave as Pitt’s character Tyler Durden calls them. I like to think that, with my focus on leading edge technology and preference for the startup life, neither movie is really talking about me but that could be simple self-deception.

Fight Club begins with The Narrator (Norton, whose character is never addressed by name) showing us how attending various 12 step and illness support group meetings is the only cure for his insomnia; he also meets fellow impostor Marla (Helena Bonham Carter), a woman who attends as many of these as him.

Then our boy (the character is referred to as The Narrator since throughout Fight Club he, well, narrates) returns from yet another pointless business trip to find his apartment in flames. Everything in it is a complete loss with firefighters struggling to contain the damage. This is just after (I think) he’s explained having a serious Ikea addiction.

On the flight he met Durden and with nowhere else to go he phones him to meet for a beer. A few drinks later Tyler gets the Narrator to admit his real purpose was to ask for a place to crash. Then Tyler asks to be punched and the club is born. Somehow word gets out and frustrated men (exclusively men) show up to join; the Narrator moves into the decrepit, off the map house Durden squats in and blackmails his boss into a no-show job, complete with lots of plane tickets, and local chapters get launched all over.

Meanwhile Durden and Marla hook up. Constantly and loudly, much to the Narrator’s annoyance, though the two don’t seem capable of a direct conversation and, even more annoying, use him as an intermediary.

In the final act of the movie, the club moves on to a direct assault on American business. If the job Norton’s character held early on was a 9mm handgun, Project Mayhem is a few tons of homebrew terrorist explosive. The Narrator finally wakes up to the Sixth Sense-ish twist on reality, perhaps a shade too late, though by then we’re (the audience) no longer able to decide what’s real and what’s, er, inside his head.

Novelist Chuck Palahniuk and scriptwriter Jim Uhls (his first feature credit, Uhls also wrote the recently released Jumper) took the humor of Bill Lumbergh’s constant deadpan reminders to turn in TPS reports, to work weekends, and said screw that, let’s just go right to the heart of the problem: modern workers allow themselves to be turned into nameless slaves kept passive through mindless consumerism built on top of advertising hammered right to their brain’s indiscriminating pleasure center.

Director David Fincher, who previously worked with Pitt in the nasty Se7en and will again in a new production of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Curious Case of Benjamin Button coming this Christmas, matches the visuals, particularly the sets, to the plot an dialog; that house Pitt and Norton share was an outstanding choice and the ways it changes over the course of the movie provides a mirror to the evolution of the Fight Club and the club members.

The three leads pull off some difficult acting assignments, the two men especially needing to be great to make the movie succeed and sell the last-innings twist. Meat Loaf has a great turn as a guy who connects with the Narrator early on at one of those support groups and then joins the club and both Zach Grenier and (a very dyed blonde) Jared Leto do well in smaller roles.

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