JUNO

Director: Jason Reitman (Thank You for Smoking)
Starring: Ellen Page, Jason Bateman, Jennifer Garner, Michael Cera

And once again with the "I've got no time to review stuff". So here are a few more quickies, starting with Juno.

Getting the press as 2007's indy, award-season crowd-pleaser, Juno lives up to the hype. It's certainly typical of other recent indy, award-season crowd-pleasers in its oddball characters and sunny disposition (see Little Miss Sunshine), but despite this it still feels like a wholly realized, and quite unique work. It's recommended not only for its laughs, but also for it's excellent, if unusual (and hard to pin down) script, acting, and direction.

The story follows an unwed teenage mother-to-be, her boyfriend (the nicest guy in the world), her remarkably composed parents, and the yuppie couple who plan to adopt the baby. On one hand it's very easy to make an argument that this film is morally unfit as it rather blithely glosses over the very real problems associated with people having babies who aren't ready to have babies. In fact, not once did I get a glimmer of just how messed up the adopted kid is likely to be. Is it *assured* that the kid will be messed up? Nope. But every adoptee I've ever met was swimming in a sea of serious emotional issues.

Despite this, the film is still very much worth seeing. There is an unusual, slightly sad tone well underneath the chipper facade that all the characters present, and this is what saves the film. In fact, this is what makes the film quite good. There are serious issues beneath all of the jokes, and the movie knows it. Well done.

Standouts: A fun, quirky script. Fine acting and direction.
Blowouts: Wow, considering the fact this little girl may have seriously messed up a future babies life, she seems awfully chipper ...

Grade: A-

CRAZY LOVE

Director(s): Dan Klores + Fisher Stevens (a lot of minor acting + production)

Starring: documentary about Burt + Linda Pugash (crazy people)

Not quite what I was expecting, crazy love is a documentary about a couple who once appeared on Geraldo. The old afternoon Geraldo talk show? Remember it? Remember when he was hit by the chair:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1KT1QoSCT8

Yeah, classy.

This film isn't quite on that level, but while thoroughly engaging, I can't honestly claim it's any better than Mr. Rivera. The film follows the "love" story of a rich ambulance-chasing lawyer and the woman he becomes obsessed with (literally obsessed). To cut through the hour long rambling that slowly reveals their respective levels of loneliness, selfishness, insanity, and greed, the lawyer tells the woman he wants to marry her. Then he cheats on her. Then she breaks it off when she finds out he's already married. Then he hires a couple of thugs from Harlem to blind her with lye, which they do. Then the story gets really weird, and slowly sadder. At least after he gets out of prison many years later it does.

Like I said this is an undeniably engrossing tale, although entirely in a gossip magazine kind of way. I watched in rapt attention as their story became more and more absurd. In the end, there isn't any redemptive value in this though. It's trash TV on film. It may feel more substanstive because it's a "documentary film", but it's still the same game that Geraldo Rivera played for ratings. The one difference is instead of amping up the childish tension like Geraldo did/does, the film plays these disgusting people purely for laughs. In the end that might be even worse. These people aren't funny. The screen is nearly always full of terrible, twisted, worthless individuals, entirely interested in themselves. At it's heart this tale might have in it a pretty good story about human nature, and I think it tried for some of that, but in the end Crazy Love didn't succeed at being meaningful. It was just a low-brow freakshow. And like a freak biting the head off of a chicken, it probably demeans both the biter and the guy who pulled out a buck to watch.

Standouts: Entertainment value. It's really interesting to watch nutballs.
Blowouts: Easy entertainment. There are some horrid people here.

Grade: C+

EASTERN PROMISES

Director: David Cronenberg (The Fly, A History of Violence)
Starring: Naomi Watts, Viggo Mortenson

I've found Cronenberg's last 2 films (Promises & A History of Violence) to live in very similar places, artistically speaking. And yes, they are both good enough flicks to be called art, me thinks. The similarities should be obvious I suppose, considering they both run over the same ground - thinky, violent thrillers that nonetheless (nominally) follow some mainstream conventions. They also both star Viggo Mortenson, who I'll admit I'm conflicted about as an actor, although his role here as a Russian mafioso is by far his best work. He's generally submerged himself into the role, although the character is overwhelming quiet and stoic (just like in every other Mortenson performance), virtually static unless in an action scene. Quiet, rugged, and internalized are some ways to describe his performances, "rock-like unresponsiveness" would be another. Here however, it works fairly well, as he plays an ambitious, tough-guy Russian gangster caught between the violence of his world and his own understanding of right and wrong.

The plot follows an English midwife (Watts) who after delivering a baby to a dying prostitute, seeks answers in the girl's diary. The simple act of possessing the diary puts her in danger, as it implicates a number of very powerful and very violent Russian gangsters, although she is unaware of this at first because she doesn't read Russian. When she (unknowingly) takes the diary to the boss himself, her life soon hangs by the merest thread. She meets, and is attracted to Nikolai (Mortenson), who is a rising gangster, a close confidant of the boss' eratic son. After a twist or two of the thriller plot, Mortenson finds himself in the highest echelons of the gangster society. He also finds himself hunted by competing mobsters. Here's where I'll note the fully naked fight scene that every review mentions. It's worth noting. It's probably the most unique and interesting fight sequence I've ever seen, as Mortenson battles a couple of hitmen in a sauna. Or at least the most interesting since Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

The movie's plot is interesting enough that I won't give away too many details, except to say that there are a few twists of the sort commonly found in Hollywood thrillers. Okay, I guess I'll also say that they're done much better than in most Hollywood thrillers.

Standouts: Direction, Viggo.
Blowouts: I didn't find the film to have as much to say about violence as many reviewers seem to think it does.

Grade: A-

INLAND EMPIRE

Director: David Lynch (Blue Velvet, Mulholland Drive, Twin Peaks)
Starring: Laura Dern, Jeromy Irons

David Lynch is one of the most frustrating directors working today. He's produced a number of near masterpieces (The Elephant Man, Blue Velvet, Mulholland Drive, Twin Peaks - okay, only the first season). He has a few other very solid works in his catalog (Eraserhead, The Straight Story). The thing is, when Lynch misses the target, he REALLY misses the target. He's like that talented pitcher in Bull Durham who'd occasionally throw so wildly the ball would end up in the press booth. For instance, do not try to tell me Lost Highway is a good movie. Just don't.

Now realize that I'm a pretty big Lynch fan (of his movies that is ... if you should go to his website, beware - he's seemingly even wackier in his personal opinions). I make it a point to catch all of his films. I own the Twin Peaks DVDs, and have a framed poster in my home office. Heck, Mulholland Drive is one of the few films that I've ever paid to see twice. Inland Empire? Not so much. No, I'm fairly disappointed I paid even once.

I recall reading many reviews, and viewer comments, complaining about how impenetrable Mulholland Drive was. I disagreed. Perhaps I just got lucky when I saw the camera slowly falling into the bed pillow and immediately clued in that what followed was just an extended sequence of a dreaming subconcious mind. I think for many people, people who found it understandable or not, Mulholland was still terrifically engrossing. It grabbed the viewer and pulled them into the dream. Not Inland Empire. This was easily the least engrossing film of Lynch's canon. More so than even Lost Highway.

At first I found the images before me to be a bubbling, churning cauldron of cinema, where one scene would sink down as another rose up. It wasn't long before I became as bored as I would have been watching water boil, however. The main problem here, I think, is that the viewer isn't given much of an engaging reality to start with. I suspect that for Lynch's wacky time and plot twists to work, there must be something that the viewer is already comfortable with. What I'm suggesting is that it's Lynch's responsibility to first weave the rug, before he pulls it out from under us. This movie isn't very interesting from the start, so when the 60 minutes of utter weirdness begins there's no real reason to care. I couldn't care less about Laura Dern's character, so I couldn't care less that her reality had warped and twisted. Oh, I'll still catch the next Lynch flick, but this one will be soon forgotten.

Standouts: Some really beutiful imagery and "cinema" peppered throughout.
Blowouts: The characters were so utterly unengaging, that all of the dazzling director tricks simply bounced off my head, rather than penetrated.

Grade: C

ATONEMENT

Director: Joe Wright (Pride and Prejudice)
Starring: Keira Knightley, James McAvoy

This film is getting some of the best reviews of the year. Generally, you can count my blogtastic voice in with that chorus of more meaningful reviewers. I thoroughly enjoyed the film, although I won't quite rave about it. In fact when it was over, my first thought was that the movie deserved another 15 to 20 minutes of story. The fact that I wanted *more* from the film says a lot. Especially when every 3rd film I see these days drags on for 10 minutes too long, and you can't wait to get out of the theater.

I can't talk about the story without noting just how melodramatic it is. In fact I had quite the battle between my cynical self and my good side about just how good of a movie this was. In the end, I liked the movie a lot. It will probably be one of the year's best. I don't think it's even in the same league as the best English period pieces (Howard's End, Remains of the Day), but it is a fine production that deserves to be seen.

If you read many reviews, rest assured that mine will be the only one written by someone who hasn't read the ubiquitous novel. I should note that the only reason for that was because I just had too much else to do when the book was nominated in my book club a few years ago. Technically, I own the book. It's on my shelf. I think it even made it to my bedstand at one point. But that's it. So I have fresh eyes, so to speak. The other reviews I've read all seem insistant on comparing it to the written word. I can speak only to the visual story ...

... which was astounding. I'm frankly a little surprised this was an adapted tale. There were a handful of scenes which were purely cinematic in their storytelling. In one of the better uses of visuals I've ever seen in a film, we occasionally would first see a scene from the perspective of one character and then later through the eyes of the characters actually performing the action. For instance, to a young girl looking through her window (a young, exceedingly creative and intelligent girl, I'll add), it's surprising how different someone diving into a pool to retrieve a piece of a vase can look. This theme of perspective is imperative to the story ...

... which tells the tale of two young lovers (Knightley as the aristocrat & McAvoy from a lower class), and how the tiniest of things (simply the different 'perspective' of a little girl) can ruin their lives. From the girl's perspective she thinks she sees one thing, when in fact her eyes and her nature and her limited wisdom have betrayed her. She ends up accussing her sister's lover of a horrendous crime and he is convicted. He is given the option of fighting in France (in World War II) in lieu of his prison sentence, which he does. I should note here the marvelous visual scene of the famous British evacuation at Dunkirk. It's a very impressive bit of film artistry.

Later we see that the two sisters have both become nurses to aid the war effort on the home front. The young girl (now 18 - Romola Garmai) almost certainly has taken on the nurse role in some sense to atone for her past misdeed. I won't divulge how the story ends, but it involves a surprising, and quite interesting take on the specifics of atonment, cowardice, artistic license, lying, self-deception and even more on perspective. Perspective is as much the core of this story as is atonement, probably even more I think. Think how different perspectives result in terrorists, or Nazis, or basically good Republicans in favor of torture, or liberals who've been silly enough to join PETA. The choices hardly need to be as extreme as these examples, but so many of our choices are not arrived at rationally, scientifically, carefully weighed. Nope the paths we take are more often just the result of the same perspectives that drove the little girl - the limited view of the world we each possess, our own individual natures, and our varying degrees of experience. The truth is that we all need to atone for our hasty judgements, every one of us.

Standouts: A spectacular melding of a novel to the visual story-telling of the screen.
Blowouts: I almost found the story too melodramatic to enjoy.

Grade: A

LA VIE EN ROSE

Director: Olivier Dahan (French film, TV work)
Starring: Marion Cotillard

I must admit that, toward the end, this film simply bored me to tears. I should also add that at the time I watched it, I was in no mood for this type of pic at all. I hope I'm rational enough to realize this and can give the film more credit than I felt at the time.

I should start by saying my boredom was absolutely not due to Ms. Cotillard's fine performance as Edith Piaf, the famous French singer. In fact at first the film held my full attention. It's just that over the course of 2 hours the overdone "Frenchness" of the film wore me down. Oh, I understand why they did this. Edith Piaf is often regarded as the French persona distilled into a single tragic voice, so any movie on her would have to wallow in Francophilia, no? For me, though there were just too many moments where the artistic ironic tragedy was so profound that it crossed well over into silly self-parody. Yep, this film was the very stereotype of La Francais. Of course, how else but with a shake of your head and a wry smile can you view a people who feel the need to randomly assign a gender to every word in their vocabulary. As David Sedaris tells us, in France, an electric floor-waxer is a girl. Of course she is.

On the other hand however, this film is still entirely worth seeing for Cotillard's bombastic performance as the gutter-trash turned voice-of-France, Edith Piaf. From my perspective I wanted to see the film simply to learn about the famous singer. Going into the film I only knew the highlights (raised by Hookers, adored by millions). It turns out that she was one messed up lady. Really, really messed up. But with a hell of a voice, and a hell of a talent for conveying intense, operatic, melodramatic (French?) emotion in song.

A film well worth seeing if you adore la France, Piaf, or even music biopics like Ray or Walk the Line - because Piaf's life in many ways followed the same rags to riches, to rags, to beloved-figure-for-the-ages story as those films.

Standouts: Cotillard as one emotionally stunted and uncentered (but talented) individual.
Blowouts: The French (at times, only at times.)

Grade: B-

A MIGHTY HEART

Director: Micheal Winterbottom (24 Hour Party People, Tristram Shandy)
Starring: Angelina Jolie

You all remember Daniel Pearl, the poor Wall Street Journal reporter who was grusomely murdered on video by Al Queada supporters in Pakistan. Well, this is the film version. It's a solid enough movie, although in style and form it feels totally derivative of other recent films (from Babel to the Bourne Identity).

Winterbottom shot this film just like Babel, and quite similarly to Paul Greengrass' documentary style. A style which, if you read my Bourne Ultimatum review, I often despise. At the very least I'm getting sick and tired of it. Who would have thought that TV's Law & Order would originate the cinemagraphic style of Hollywood films in our times? There must be a dozen films in the last few years that look and feel like this movie. Quick cut vignettes instead of scenes, non stop plot points instead of characters. Oh well. There is obviously some value to it. Otherwise so many directors would not be doing it. I, well, I am not a fan.

This particular version of the style follows the wife of Daniel Pearl after his capture as she struggles to find him, and eventually loses him. Jolie gives the best performance of her career as a stoic journalist faced with terrible circumstance.

Standouts: Jolie.
Blowouts: Winterbottoms' derivative film style.

Grade: B-

SUPERBAD

Director: Greg Mottola (TV work)

Starring: Jonah Hill, Michael Cera

Teen comedies never get old, since each new generation gets one they can call their own. Heck, you can easily date someone by their teen comedy of choice. I was the in the Ferris Bueller generation. Great flick. Whatever generation, and whatever film, they're all really the same movie. Fast Times, American Pie, SuperBad - have fun with your buddies, get chicks, learn a little lesson. I like them all, even though I personally connected with Mr. Bueller the deepest.

Superbad follows 2 high school nerds searching for sex. They're the best of friends, but they each know they need something more than just each other. At first they think it's booty, but later on they learn it's a deeper "relationship" with the opposite sex. In my experience though, for high school and college, booty is plenty enough.

Anyway, they find that girls far hotter than them will like them if they supply booze for a party. I doubt this is true, but it does make for a fun film. Superbad is the lightest of stories. It's crude, raunchy, and teenage boy-centric. It's also pretty darn funny.

Standouts: A good fun flick all around.

Blowouts: It's a really, really surface-level flick. I mean Ferris Bueller looks like Tolstoy in comparison.

Grade: B

I'M NOT THERE

Director: Todd Haynes (Far From Heaven, Velvet Goldmine)
Starring: Ensemble cast incl. Cate Blanchett, Christian Bale, Heath Ledger, Richard Gere

Who has time for reviews? Not me, that's who. So here's a lightning round of barely sensible thoughts on some films I've recently seen.

I'm Not There is at times ungainly and occasionally so "showy" as to annoy. It's confounding and confusing. It has no plot. It has no characters. (Quite literally, there is no plot to this movie.) It's also intriguing, unique, brave and (at times) pretty smart. Mostly it's a little silly though, as we get an interwoven cavalcade of different actors playing the various public personas of Bob Dylan in a series of imagined (or not so imagined) episodes in his life. For instance, a little black child (Marcus Carl Franklin) portrays the fake childhood Dylan claimed early in his career, that of a poor boy hopping the rails, a Woody Guthrie for a new generation.

It's absolutely necessary to have an excessive knowledge of the life of Bob Dylan to appreciate this film (which means you should know trivial things like Lay Lady Lay was written about a dog, or the basics of his relationship with Joan Baez). There's no reason anyone should know these things, but many, many people do. That's why he's famous. Hence the film. Anyway ...

Todd Haynes unique film would seem to be a study of mythology. I think the film is probably good enough to deserve more time thinking about it than I'll give it, but my first reaction was that Haynes is wrong in what he presents. He seems to find great delight in Myth. For me myth is nuthin more than what we come up with to help smooth over our own flaws. So any study of myth necessarily requires a study of the mythologizer. This movie does not touch that, except in an rather esoteric way. So says I ...

... after barely thinking about it for all of 90 seconds. (I.e. It's not a bad movie at all. I suggest you make up your own mind on this one.)

Standouts: Todd Haynes - this imaginitive film was the work of a true artist.
Blowouts: Todd Haynes - this frustrating film was nearly nonsensical at times.

Grade: B+